Beach Front Property

[Jak Skirata]

"Davin, we've arrived."

A heavy hand shook the Mandalorian from his slumber aboard the Lazy Strill. It had been Gil's ship, an old MandalMotors freighter, not professional at all. His thinking was when his clients saw it, they knew he meant business and wasn't there to wow the crowds. Davin sighed and stood, picking up the metal briefcase, the mythosaur logo of the Mandalorians one one side, the new image of the Shriek-Hawk on the other. The creature was almost extinct now, thanks to the near destruction of Mandalore.

The cargo ramp hissed as it deployed from the belly of the drab freighter. Sunlight flooded the room and the smell of the ocean filled his nostrils. Dressed in a plain black suit with his military chrono strapped onto his right wrist the man entrusted with Gil's mercenary company stepped onto the landing pad, shielding his eyes. Two men, obviously Mandalorian from their armor and weapons stepped down alongside him. Davin sucked his teeth. He should have worn his armor.

A protocol droid was waiting for them outside along with security. Unavoidable when working with a company this large. "Stay here, I'll be fine, its just a meeting." The two Mandalorians grunted in unified displeasure but allowed the protocol droid to lead Davin alone to the man whom had called on the services of the Shriek-Hawks.

[member="Judah Dashiell"]

 

[Judah Dashiell]

[member="Davin Kal'Bith"]


An aide hurried down the pathway to the hangar, running slightly behind. The shuttle of their guest from Mandalore had touched down moments ago. A man in business attire was already waiting outside with two bodyguards. The aide's mouth quirked in a bit of a amused smile. Who brought bodyguards to Ceto? More importantly, who brought bodyguards to Salacia?


Ocean breeze kicked up and the smell of salt hung in the air as the aide approached. The aide was a young Mon Calamarian woman, barely old enough to be out of university. A webbed hand came out in standard greeting. It was her job to be the first impression after all.


"Welcome to Salacia Consolidated. I'm Galia, your escort for today.Additionally anything you may require during your visit I will be happy to procure. I trust your flight wasn't too tiresome? Mr.Dashiell is waiting in his office for you unless you'd wish to delay the meeting."

 

[Jak Skirata]

The Mandalorian looked at the webbed hand for a moment and mentally shrugged. He reciprocated the greeting with a firm handshake and a faked smile. What was there for him to be happy about right now? Much weighed on his mind.

"Thank you for such a warm welcome, I think it would be best for all of us if we just got things moving along." Even the calming crash of the waves nearby and the smell of the sea in the air was not enough to quell the feelings inside. Here he was on a beautiful planet, almost vacationing for free while his planet lay in ruin, his brother hospitalized and nephew dead. But Gil's aide had been very specific. Then again, did anyone really have the gal to stand up to Mel?

For now he would play the role assigned to him.

[member="Judah Dashiell"]

 

[Judah Dashiell]

[member="Davin Skirata"]



"Not a problem, Mr.Dashiell is already waiting up in his office. If you would just follow me please Mr.Skirata."


Gaila would motion towards the large building near which he landed. Salacia Consolidated HQ, sitting gleaming and towering along the coast line. Faint dots of fishing ships and small islands could be made out if one squinted towards the horizon.


Leading their guest into an elevator bank, pushing a button for the top floor, executive offices and Mr.Dashiell's. Soft music hummed out of the speakers but still seemed to leave the parties in an uncomfortable silence. Gaila's foot tapped to the beat as the lift slowly climbed towards the top.


A ding indicated their arrival, opening on the executive floor of the building. Floor-to-ceiling gave a few of the tropical paradise all around them. Gaila moved with purpose down a hall, stopping at the end in front of double doors. Head poked in for a moment, a small conversation.


"Mr.Dashiell is ready to see you."

 

[Jak Skirata]

Sunlight cascaded through the windowed panels of the fancy lift. If the shoreline view wasn't so damn attractive Davin would have turned his back entirely on it. Instead he stood to the far end of the lift, hand shielding the right side of his face gazing with a smile he hadn't had in a long time. Things were going to get better. Gil was going to get better. Unconsciously he started humming to the song. He caught himself when he noticed Gaila's foot was tapping to the beat of the song and he abruptly stopped, leaving her musical talent to carry the two through the awkward silence.

The doors finally opened revealing a naturally lit hallway with just as stunning of a view as the lift. He had a feeling that Mr. Dashiell never left his office, he sure as hell wouldn't.

Davin's black dress shoes clacked on the surface of the floor as he followed closely behind Gaila and entered the room when she said his potential client was ready to see him. He walked through the double doors with a sense of purpose with a taste of confidence and pride that all warriors of the Mandalorian clans held. Despite being in a suit, which was rather uncomfortable, he looked every bit the mercenary as he would in a full set of armor.

[member="Judah Dashiell"]

 

[Judah Dashiell]

Judah would be waiting to welcome one [member="Davin Skirata"] into his office. Double doors had opened, a confident man strode through, black dress shoes clicking across the exotic wood floors. Moving from behind his desk, Judah moved to meet his client halfway. There was a hearty handshake shared between the two of them.


"Pleasure to meet you Mr.Skirata. Please sit down, I know you've come a long way. I should have met you at my private home on Dac if I had any sense."


Judah motioned to the two leather chairs in front of his expansive desk.


"What can I get you to drink? Water, uh...some type of tropical fruit water, various alcohols. Not sure how they taste, the alcohol. People tend to just gift such things. Other refreshments are available if this doesn't suffice."

 

[Jak Skirata]

"I'll just have water, thank you Mr. Dashiell."

He followed the money man to his desk and sat across from him in the plush bantha leather seats. Really, they spared no expense with this place.

"So I hear you're looking for some muscle. What for and for how long?"
[member="Judah Dashiell"]

 

[Judah Dashiell]

[member="Davin Skirata"]


"Water it is."


Judah procured a cold glass and set about handing it over to his guest. There was no mention of a citrus fruit or crisp vegetable to float in the liquid so the CEO left it out. Refreshment safely in the hands of his guest, Judah appreciated they were heading straight for business. He appreciated the quickness and matter-of-fact tone. Too many wanted exchange pleasantries into an hour long affair.


"What for would be my company. Most of my operations are in lawless areas of the universe. It works on an excellent level, not as much interference from governments. However it does bring the attention of pirates and pillagers. Especially during shipping or when setting up a location. Time frame for the contract would be one standard galactic year. If your services prove to be what I hope, then the contract would be renewed upon such time."

 

[Jak Skirata]

Simple job, it seemed at least. Protect the cargo and plants, make sure nothing got stolen. With much of the Sith Influence slowly dying out of the Galaxy it was making pirates and other shady types more bold however...Nothing the Shriek-Hawks couldn't deal with.

"Forgive me, but I'm not business savy type. Where exactly are we talking in "Lawless" space? Have you seen or gotten any info on which pirate gangs are hitting your shipments?"
[member="Judah Dashiell"]