Jaster Awaud
Elder of Clan Awaud
Location: Cerar Kandosii, Myrkr
Jaster stood in the living room of Clan Australis Homestead that where he had asked his Vod, Battlemaster [member="Kaine Australis"] to meet with him. He had chosen to wear his Families Mandalorian colors to this meeting then the Imperial Officers armor that he often wore.
It had been only a short time since he had seen his friend on the hunting ground of Hecklor, and even longer since he had finally gotten out of that Containment Armor and gotten his strength back. He stood there looking out the window of the living room to the environment outside. He was able to feel the chill of the air around him, the cool breeze of the house air conditioning and the fabric of his clothing. He lifted his hand to extend and close his fingers. It was weird to see without his HUD offering information around him, images not being projected by holographic data. It was his own hand and his own eyes looking around the environment. Yet he needed to concentration here, a friends he was, it was still partly business.
Jaster had the volenteers, his clan had trained them and even selected a small few to begin elite training. All this was going in the correct path, the only thing he needed was armor and weapons. He could have nationalized the near by factories and such, but the Unknown Region did not have the ability to make such large amounts of equipment at the moment and making such a large order would require time, time they did not have. They had endless raw goods, untouched amounts of natural goods that he could offer. The government itself had offered to pay, but Jaster wanted to keep that for the endless other possibilites they needed. This was a meeting to catch up with an old friend as well as a business propositions.
Jaster stood in the living room of Clan Australis Homestead that where he had asked his Vod, Battlemaster [member="Kaine Australis"] to meet with him. He had chosen to wear his Families Mandalorian colors to this meeting then the Imperial Officers armor that he often wore.
It had been only a short time since he had seen his friend on the hunting ground of Hecklor, and even longer since he had finally gotten out of that Containment Armor and gotten his strength back. He stood there looking out the window of the living room to the environment outside. He was able to feel the chill of the air around him, the cool breeze of the house air conditioning and the fabric of his clothing. He lifted his hand to extend and close his fingers. It was weird to see without his HUD offering information around him, images not being projected by holographic data. It was his own hand and his own eyes looking around the environment. Yet he needed to concentration here, a friends he was, it was still partly business.
Jaster had the volenteers, his clan had trained them and even selected a small few to begin elite training. All this was going in the correct path, the only thing he needed was armor and weapons. He could have nationalized the near by factories and such, but the Unknown Region did not have the ability to make such large amounts of equipment at the moment and making such a large order would require time, time they did not have. They had endless raw goods, untouched amounts of natural goods that he could offer. The government itself had offered to pay, but Jaster wanted to keep that for the endless other possibilites they needed. This was a meeting to catch up with an old friend as well as a business propositions.