Popo
I'm Sexy and I Know It
The galaxy had changed. Planets swapped hands, men lived and died on the fields of battle. Jedi and Sith locked blades in their eternal war over ideologies and beliefs. All the while the masses looked on and hoped for the best to go back to their normal ways of life.
The one thing that hadn't changed, however, was money.
Money made the galaxy spin and caught the attention of rich and poor, lightside and darkside alike. It didn't matter if you were a space monk wielding supernatural powers or a slummer from Coruscant; money spoke every language and knew no boundaries.
Money was what Tenloss knew very well; what Popo knew very well. He'd sat back and rested on the laurels he'd built years before and let the galaxy pass him by. Some claimed he was done with the market, others thought he'd turned to different things. What most didn't know, however, was that Hutts always played the long game. Popo was over five centuries old. The long game was all he knew.
He'd let the company fall stagnant, let it rest for a while. Why grind forwards and wear everything out to constantly be the leader of the pack? Why not let others take bolder steps beyond yours and then, when they thought themselves at the top of the mountain, pass them by as your own technology soared beyond their own. It wasn't a race for Popo. It was a game of leap frog, so to speak.
And so the auction had been called. The merchandise prepared. The equipment situated. It was time to begin.
From his seat overlooking the sales floor, he watched it unfold. Scores of beings from around the galaxy had come to the Wheel. Business owners, government leaders, heroes, generals, warrior chieftans, Jedi, Sith, criminals, and politicians. All had been invited, all had made the journey. Popo knew many placed their trust in newer, more recent companies, but he knew that in many ways they could not compete with Tenloss, just as in some ways Tenloss could not compete with them.
Today was an example of where Tenloss stood head and shoulders above the rest.
"Ladies and Gentlemen!" called the auctioneer taking the center of the stage. Behind him a curtain parted, revealing a huge holodisplay. Each image was a different ship or representation of a package deal. Below each, in bold and glowing letters, was the minimum bid listing. "The bidding is about to begin! Please, take your seats!"
The man waited a few moments for the assemblage of the galaxy to find a chair or chair equivalent before continuing. Once things had calmed down, he gestured to the holodisplay behind him.
"Behind me you'll see a number of items. Each is up for auction, each has a thorough description listed, and most are brand new to the galaxy. Below each item is the listed bidding price, but obviously that will go up as the auction progresses," the man chuckled at his mild joke and a few of the audience joined in quietly. "Remember to keep things orderly and no violence, please, or Wheel Security will step in to escort you out. Without further ado, the Special Tenloss Auction is now open!"
Tanks
1x Hotshuh-class MBT supply contract - 100,000,000cr
2x Hotshuh-class MBT tanks - 50,000cr
1x Skocha-class MBT supply contract - 10,000,000cr
Starfighters
1x Narra-class Interceptor production contract - 500,000cr
1x Hornet-class interceptor squadron - 300,000cr
Starships
1x Stock Abattoir-class starship - 30,000cr
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OOC:
Rules are simple, keep it calm and keep it cordial. Anyone acting out or starting fights will be unceremoniously evicted from the Wheel, with or without a spaceship.
Bid responsibly, please. Anyone jumping a bid from 100k credits to 100 million credits is going to have their bid nulled pending a background check.
Oh, and feel free to bid in credits, but tangible bids like items and such will take precedence.
Have fun, play nice. The auction ends at 12:00pm Sunday. Bid at 12:01pm and you're out of luck.
The one thing that hadn't changed, however, was money.
Money made the galaxy spin and caught the attention of rich and poor, lightside and darkside alike. It didn't matter if you were a space monk wielding supernatural powers or a slummer from Coruscant; money spoke every language and knew no boundaries.
Money was what Tenloss knew very well; what Popo knew very well. He'd sat back and rested on the laurels he'd built years before and let the galaxy pass him by. Some claimed he was done with the market, others thought he'd turned to different things. What most didn't know, however, was that Hutts always played the long game. Popo was over five centuries old. The long game was all he knew.
He'd let the company fall stagnant, let it rest for a while. Why grind forwards and wear everything out to constantly be the leader of the pack? Why not let others take bolder steps beyond yours and then, when they thought themselves at the top of the mountain, pass them by as your own technology soared beyond their own. It wasn't a race for Popo. It was a game of leap frog, so to speak.
And so the auction had been called. The merchandise prepared. The equipment situated. It was time to begin.
From his seat overlooking the sales floor, he watched it unfold. Scores of beings from around the galaxy had come to the Wheel. Business owners, government leaders, heroes, generals, warrior chieftans, Jedi, Sith, criminals, and politicians. All had been invited, all had made the journey. Popo knew many placed their trust in newer, more recent companies, but he knew that in many ways they could not compete with Tenloss, just as in some ways Tenloss could not compete with them.
Today was an example of where Tenloss stood head and shoulders above the rest.
"Ladies and Gentlemen!" called the auctioneer taking the center of the stage. Behind him a curtain parted, revealing a huge holodisplay. Each image was a different ship or representation of a package deal. Below each, in bold and glowing letters, was the minimum bid listing. "The bidding is about to begin! Please, take your seats!"
The man waited a few moments for the assemblage of the galaxy to find a chair or chair equivalent before continuing. Once things had calmed down, he gestured to the holodisplay behind him.
"Behind me you'll see a number of items. Each is up for auction, each has a thorough description listed, and most are brand new to the galaxy. Below each item is the listed bidding price, but obviously that will go up as the auction progresses," the man chuckled at his mild joke and a few of the audience joined in quietly. "Remember to keep things orderly and no violence, please, or Wheel Security will step in to escort you out. Without further ado, the Special Tenloss Auction is now open!"
Tanks
1x Hotshuh-class MBT supply contract - 100,000,000cr
2x Hotshuh-class MBT tanks - 50,000cr
1x Skocha-class MBT supply contract - 10,000,000cr
Starfighters
1x Narra-class Interceptor production contract - 500,000cr
1x Hornet-class interceptor squadron - 300,000cr
Starships
1x Stock Abattoir-class starship - 30,000cr
- Fully stock, nothing special
- You name it, you get it (within reason. No beskar, etc. not an option). I'll even gold plate it if you want.
- 4x Holding cells, top notch weapon suite, upgraded targeting computer, small armory, basic living space, and a little cargo room.
- Basic living space, upgraded engines, upgraded targeting computer, upgraded weapon suites, and basic anti-missile systems (chaff/flares)
- Extra cargo space, upgraded engines, basic weapon suite, advanced navigation computer, upgraded hyperdrive, and basic living space.
- Extra cargo space, basic weapon suite, Nightshadow-lined smuggling compartments, basic living space, hold-out armory, and basic weapons suite
- Upgraded hyperdrive, upgraded navigation computer, upgraded sensor suite, basic cargo space, small armory, basic living space, temperature controlled cargo hold, and basic weapon suite
- Armor plating removed, upgraded hyperdrive, cargo space converted to living space, upgraded living space, wet bar, bartender droid, upgraded navigational computer, luxurious living upgrades throughout the ship, and one stocked case of Whyrenn's Reserve.
- Cargo space converted to seating space for 8x troops, living space converted to armory, upgraded armor plating, upgraded weapon suite, upgraded targeting computer, basic shield generator, and basic anti-missile countermeasures (chaff/flares)
- Basic living space, cargo space converted into work space/meditation chamber, basic weapon suite, training droids, and a small hidden compartment coated in nullification resin.
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OOC:
Rules are simple, keep it calm and keep it cordial. Anyone acting out or starting fights will be unceremoniously evicted from the Wheel, with or without a spaceship.
Bid responsibly, please. Anyone jumping a bid from 100k credits to 100 million credits is going to have their bid nulled pending a background check.
Oh, and feel free to bid in credits, but tangible bids like items and such will take precedence.
Have fun, play nice. The auction ends at 12:00pm Sunday. Bid at 12:01pm and you're out of luck.
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