By Chance

[Asharad Graush]

Vitiate was a company that had since grown from the capital city of Tantor under A'sharad Graush's Father, Darth Acarus of the One Sith to all parts of the planet. Primarily dealing in starships, the company had recently begun delving into repulsor vehicles, weapons, technology, and even has plans for pharmaceuticals and entertainment products, if only to further push the point that A'sharad, its owner could do what he wanted.

And he could, he had decided.

The events of Korriban had been spread throughout the entirety of the Galaxy, it'd be the talk for months to come before the next foolish event came to pass, and exceeded the stupidity that went into bombarding a city filled with civilians.

Not that there was much city left, or so the news reports said.

Today, however, A'sharad Graush had been forced to return to Tantorus. After the purging of his Board of Directors, it was up to him to appoint new ones, but until that day came he was forced to handle everything personally. Not that he minded, his Father had done it briefly, but when he had become a Sith Lord had pushed it to the side for that was the same time that he, A'sharad had been born.

His eldest son. And the only one that wasn't crimson. It didn't help the fact that Acarus's son had also grown up on a planet that was totally encompassed with other Sith Purebloods.

Regardless, the Sith Knight had business with the Sith that had been on Korriban on that eventful day. If those Sith could keep the rest of the Galaxy away from the Unknown Regions, where Tantorus was located, then it was all for the better. In his office, he looked out the window, garbed in his black armour and cloak as per usual.

This day was going to benefit them both, he imagined.

[member="Nyra Mazul"]

 

[Nyra Mazul]

Nyra didn't understand how she got roped into these things. First Ignus and his entire thing and now this. For her, the joy of being what she was,... was simply the thrill. Jobs, if you could call a meeting like this a job, was hardly thrilling. And yet Nyra found her own fun. She transformed into one of her human forms and examined herself briefly. Yes this was a good choice. A mousey woman who would appear completely out of place with a group of sith. Good... good. Better to keep people guessing as to the meetings purpose than telegraph any deal that might be made.

The shapeshifter walked into the office and sat down without waiting for any sort of introduction. She stretched out in the chair and looked around giving a little nod tot he man who sat across from her. Did he have a secretary? It didn't matter, they would have been ignored as Nyra barged in.

Honestly she was unsure why she was sent on errands like this. Probably because she could transform into an appealing shape. Humans were weird.

[member="Asharad Graush"]

 

[Asharad Graush]

A'sharad had stopped standing by the window for some time. By the time [member="Nyra Mazul"] entered the room, unimpeded by the Massassi that stood guard, for Darth Vyrassu bore no secretary. After all, what self-rspecting Sith Pureblood would allow themselves to be delegated to paper work and accepting calls all day? None, he had decided, years ago when he had stripped the company from his father's dying hands. Instead, he took the calls straight to his office... If you could call the former conference room an office.

However, there wasn't one conference room. There was another one, just like it, upon a Star Destroyer in orbit. The King Adas, a black ship that was more akin to the colour of ashes and charcoal, in reference to the ancient, long forgotten Sith King of Korriban. The first of his ilk.

At the head of the table was A'sharad Graush, leg slung over one of the arm rests as he watched her come in unannounced, playing with a coin in his hand. Idling himself with tricks consisting of rolling the coin between his fingers and causing it to disappear, A'sharad had no ability with sleight of hand. His individual fingers didn't have the necessary skill to do anything intricate, his entire hand however? A weapon of destruction with a weapon in it. No, he used a minuscule amount of the Force to do these tricks.

And then he noticed the woman there.

"Korriban was quite the show," his cold voice drawled. It didn't seem natural. Had he ever drawled before? Probably not. "Where were you in all of it?" The chair was no chair, but some throne that didn't match the aesthetic of the room. he sat up straight back, as any noble would and set his eyes on the only other living person in the room. Besides, the hydrastaff coiled around his waist.

 

[Nyra Mazul]

[member="Asharad Graush"]

Nyra circled around the room appraising objects as she saw them She touched. Touching was important. Light caresses over a vase or a finger playing at the frame of a picture. Small gentle caresses that meant nothing, implied something, and would often titillate the human male. She whistled a little bit looking around. It was a nice enough place. "Korriban was interesting," Nyra said avoiding the question of where she was. She spent most of her career trying very hard to be nowhere, or at least have no place she could be tied to. "I was farther away than some and nearer than most." Truth was she was on Ziost not Korriban when the bombing went down. "Hypocritical Jedi bombings aside everything went as predicted. Although I must admit that the orbital bombardment escalated things much quicker than anticipated." In truth that single bombardment of an unoccupied civilian city had done more for the Sith cause than most of what the Sith themselves did. True they were already accomplishing their goals across the sector raising the ire against the Silver Jedi and getting popular support.

"It's a shame you missed it. I'm sure you could have been great fun. A wonderful little diversion from all this excitement here to be sure." With hands in the air she indicated the conference room.

 

[Asharad Graush]

A'sharad's gaze was forced to follow the Sith about the room. He had long since learned to control his irritation and to channel it for better purposes. However, sitting around and holding a conversation was hardly a better purpose, so, he too, rose up to his feet from his ridiculous chair and walked the edge of the room, for there was nothing better to do as he listened to her speak. For the first time, he had noticed how... Boring the room was. It had nothing going for it.

He huffed.

"This place operates without my presence," he said with a dismissive wave of his hand. Much of his time was in First Order Space, leading some of the better stormtroopers, as if that was better. Yearned, he did for true war with the Galactic Alliance, the closest galactic power, but they too preferred to stay within their borders, scared, never moving to start the war they should've so long ago. "The victory of the Sith was certain within the Stygian Caldera," A'sharad said as he picked up a paperweight.

"But what about outside of it? Limited forces versus a surprising amount of Jidai and their confused soldiers, hmm?"

[member="Nyra Mazul"]

 

[Nyra Mazul]

Nyra wasn't paying attention. She was bored. There was a reason she shouldn't have been sent on these sorts of errands. Instead she was sitting there making strange pouty faces at the man. Some of them she knew humans found attractive although why a woman with thick lips doing her best to imitate a fish with her limited geometry attracted human males she didn't know. Well that's not true she did know. It was all supernormal stimuli and she was convinced that if she got the movements and proportions right she could have a similair effect.

In a way she'd been doing this all along. Her humanoid forms were appealing to the opposite sex she knew already but her face had always just been her face. Special detail had never gone into it. No instead she put focus on hip to waist ratio and clothing to show it off. Of course even if she found the proper face her ludicrous changing would most likely prevent any reaction from [member="Asharad Graush"] besides that of either humor or curiosity.

"Uh yes.... the Jedi" she said cheecks flush and lips pursed and swollen three times the normal size. "We are looking for equipment to keep the hypocrit hounds at bay." Another change flattened the lips to more appropriate proportions. With a finger she waved a lock of hair out of her face as the women in magazines and holodramas often did. Then her voice changed into that of an old man, vocal cords molding to produced the desired tone. "What is with this small talk! We're here to talk about money!"

 

[Asharad Graush]

A'sharad watched the woman with little interest, and more akin to irritation. She liked to move around, and it was evident that she couldn't sit still, not for long anyway if her first moments within the room had been anything to go off of. But it soon occurred to him that she was making faces at him, odd ones, pouting ones, annoying ones. His right hand, the one with four digits hovered close to the black lightsabre hilt on his waist, but he didn't draw it. Not yet. How long could he last if she continued to do this?

And then her voice changed.

Most surprises never registered on his features. He just reacted internally, and when she had the voice of an old man, needless to say his brain was off of its hinges.

"Then sit down and shut up." The Force intoned with his words as he turned back to the makeshift throne in the room and taking a seat upon it.

"Ships, presumably. Warships. Construction, weapons, vehicles, all can be provided."

[member="Nyra Mazul"]

 

[Nyra Mazul]

Nyra giggled a little bit looking at the man. "Oh relax," she said waiving a hand. "I'm just having a bit of fun." She had been briefed on the contents of the companies catalog before coming. Truth was ships and guns weren't exactly her specialty. Really she just ran around with a whip stealing things and causing some general chaos being a trickster.

"We need ships and guns and the people who know how to use them. The later part we're already working on. From the ashes of Korriban City will flock to us plenty bent on revenge or else simply in need. The former..." Nyra shrugged. "What we're looking for is smaller and lighter ships. Affordable and fast capable of hitting and running. We don't have the luxury of hard power so if it comes to fighting we'll have to fight soft like we did recently. Maybe a handful of frigates and cruisers. Further we need good solid ground vehicles. I see some of that in your catalog, and some of our more engineer minded people have other concepts they could throw at your design team yes?"

[member="Asharad Graush"]

 

[Asharad Graush]

A'sharad nodded his head once.

At least she was being serious, for the moment anyway. He was still of the mind to merely split her in half once they had an accord, Sith being Sith and all that, but he imagined it wouldn't be the best of ideas.

"The ships will be fast, yes," he said with a nod of his head. "I imagine much of the Silver Jedi Starships are larger, maneuverability will be difficult, no?" The Sith glanced to the barely opened shutters. A recent implementation what with a sniper having been able to shoot through the glass from a building less than a month ago. Glancing back to [member="Nyra Mazul"], A'sharad said, "Cruisers and frigates are ships that will be easy to make. Many are already being refined by the design team," he explained.

"Your... Engineers are able to send concepts at us as well." There was a blink from the Sith. "When the time comes that this new Order of Sith wish to begin claiming planets, a shipyard can be built upon one of them. Until then, you may have a representative amongst my design team from which you can communicate."

 

[Nyra Mazul]

"I find those terms agreeable," she said. "Engineers that have been brought into the fold are already working on a variety of things and specifications are being drawn up for a variety of other hardware." Nyra wrinkled her nose a little bit and looked around. "We've got things in the works and I hope that soon we will be able present to all of our friendly and supportive companies."

With a nod Nyra extended her hand and waited for the man. There was going to be no paperwork here, no signed contract per say but rather a promise of payment in return for supplies and weapons. Signatures meant paper trails and Nyra wanted none of that. Of course there could still be some phony documents created should the company feel a need for such a thing. Some companies had to answer to other authorities, pay taxes and the like.

[member="Asharad Graush"]

 

[Asharad Graush]

A'sharad nodded along with the words [member="Nyra Mazul"] said. Engineers that were already prepared to work with Vitiate were quite welcomed. They'd follow orders, he presumed, not like he would be there to oversee it,at least from the beginning. However, he did have his own loyal overseers who would... Discipline those who stepped out of line. The Purebloods were a Warrior race, only recently convinced of the benefits of working together. It'd be impossible to keep them from fighting as intensely as they did.

The overseers were merely in place to make sure the fighting didn't spur the rest into joining.

"Very well," he said with a nod of his head as he looked about the room from his chair.

She extended her hand to him, and slowly, as if unsure of what the gesture entailed, he raised an eyebrow at the woman. Of course he understood what it was for. A sealing of the deal. He was of the mind to not raise a hand, to let it hang there, waiting for a reaction, but really, he didn't want to be there any longer than he had to. So he took it, and he shook it once before dropping her hand.