Capitalism

[Judah Dashiell]

[member="Chek Zun"] | Etti IV


Another day, another meeting with another business sentient. Judah hadn't heard much about Mr.Zun, beyond the fact the man was working on droids for another incarnation of the Confederation of Independent Systems. Typically business leaning, droid loving and often a bit shady. Judah never had a real desire to join their ranks. He was far too busy blazing his own path to stop and fight pointless wars over territory that wasn't his.


Either way it was always good to meet another business minded sentient. Judah heard the company manufactured large vehicle like droids, something that would be of interest. Smaller scaled droids and technology was always on his list. If Mr.Zun could produce something of value to salvage operations, it would be of great use to himself.


Perhaps he could persuade the man to construct an exclusive line for his own use. Give Salacia a leg up...

 

[Chek Zun]

Chek had received word from a [member="Judah Dashiell"] to meet. A figure that he didn't know much on either. Of course his lack of knowledge there just gave him incentive to research. He hated being in the dark and not knowing who he was dealing with. So he investigated a little and found out much like himself this man was very much a business man, and a the owner of a corporation of Salacia Consolidated. This intrigued the Gossam. He always could use more allies, especially when those allies dealt in the droid business as well. Also having lots of credits helped also. Chek Zun was very much a strategist when it came to economics, he learned it was best to have ones fingers everywhere, thus allowing maximum reach on the galactic scale.

The Profit, a modified Trade Federation Transport greeted him. The crew a few B-1 pilot droids. A small gift of some of his other friends. Inside instead of the normal interior was an extravagant lounge type area. For maximum comfort of course. The trip was brief to the Outer Rim planet of Etti IV, but of course the Presidente arrived in due time. Upon landing in one of them ore upper class starports on the planet he quickly departed his craft. The two pilot droids quickly grabbed blasters turning into his personal bodyguards.

Zun was dressed in fine garbs, as well as his typical heels to make himself look taller. To many other species it really meant nothing, but to a Gossam it was very much a sign of prestige and class. His walking stick tapped against the ground as he walked his two B-1s following in suit as he travelled to meet with Mr. Dashiell.

 

[Judah Dashiell]

[member="Chek Zun"]


Judah wasn't sure what to think upon meeting Mr.Zun. The man reminded him of a bygone Trade Federation relict, someone who controlled a large corporation with its own army. Perhaps the battledroids were giving him the vibe as well, it was difficult to tell. Trade Federation didn't bother him, if the man was involved that was. Jedi seemed just as horrible as of late, carpet bombing and killing innocents.


Adjusting his tie, he waited until the businessman was close enough and reached a hand out for a shake.


"Mr.Zun? Please to meet you."