Contracts, Companies, and Captains. (Open to Companies and Factions)

[William Kerkov Sr]

Fleet Admiral William Kerkov stood in his office overlooking the Terminus Shipyards. Repairs were still being made after the netherworld event. It was an amazing sight, watching the huge area all working at once. While others adored nature, this is what Kerkov enjoyed. The capability manpower had when given the resources and will. Just astonishing, he thought. Despite the spectacle before him he still had work to do, finding companies to contract was not easy

Regretfully he sat down at his hover desk, piles of data-pads covering the OCA logo engraved upon it's glass top. Not only did the company problem bog down his work, but the newest addition to the fleet, The Jackals, was creating extra paper work to make sure their transaction went through. It was exhausting, but he had no choice.

Instantly he had an idea, hastily he picked up one of his business data-pads and hopped on the holo-net. It felt unprofessional but he carried on. Kerkov then set up a broadcast of a sort, one that would enter every company that specialized in ship building and related matters. Hoping this would shorten his task of finding a company to contract.

 

[Ellie Mors]

Far from the reaches of the Outer Rim Territories, much less the planet of Terminus - so far removed from the deep core at that - lay the planet of Empress Teta in the middle of One Sith territory. Resting within the capital building of Cinnegar city, the Iron Citadel, lay the headquarters for Koros Spaceworks. For years the company had fallen out of place with the rising titans of the shipbuilding industry, all of which recovered from the insufferable Gulag Plague decades before the shipwrights of Empress Teta had any semblance of a chance. For a while they were led solely by the Krath, an entity that commanded control in secret of the government watched loosely by the Sith. Although the shipbuilding company has since been lead by a new CEO and the planet along with it, the company has still found it requires the use of contractual employment in order to fulfill their goal of rising up as others have in the past. So when Leena Haven rushed over to Silara Kuhn, owner of Koros Spaceworks and effective leader of the planet of Empress Teta, with a message for the company involving a potential contract opportunity, she jumped at it. "Let this Open Circle Armada know that Mrs. Kuhn will be in contact with him for a contract opportunity soon, make sure to ask if he wants it to be in person or over the holovid." The Krath leader instructed, to which the teenage aide nodded. "I'll have the reply sent within the hour, Miss Kuhn." Leena affirmed before immediately going to let the group know of their interest.

[member="William Kerkov"]

 

[William Kerkov Sr]

A data-pad started to ring, just for a few seconds but loud enough to wake Kerkov up. His eyes stung from hours of exposer to screens making him feel sick and grungy. Silently he swiveled his chair around to see the view of the huge shipyard, even at night the sight was glorifying. Back he turned to his desk moving through data-pads looking for the one that gave him the ring. He checked the messages until he found the one from a Mrs. Kuhn, owner of Koros Spaceworks. With a slight grin he called up his aide, "Lieutenant Jin, I need you to send a shuttle to pick up a Miss Kuhn on Empress Teta, can you do that?"
"Yes sir."
"Perfect, now I need to talk with my new admiral."

[member="Silara Kuhn"] | [member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

 

[William Kerkov Sr]

The metal beneath his feet echoed as he traversed the perimeter of the shipyard. Almost operational
came in the report he had received just hours earlier. His cigarra light up as William puffed another breath, letting
the smoke leave his mouth with ignorance.



He grinned as three workers tried to move a latch stuck on some unknown substance.
Kerkov walked over to the poor fellows and examined their little dilemma.
Politely he pushed one of the men out of the way and looked under the latch.
Within the minute he yanked out some loose tool from under it. Without a word he gave one of the
now gaping men back the tool and left them to their business.



Will liked it when he proved himself worthy whether be of his men or commanders, he just loved it.

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

The pronged feet tracked across the durasteel floor, creating deformities in and scratches on the floor making it a mix of imperfections. The mass of metal would slide through the door, the head swivelling from side to side with a disjointed look and feel about it. "It is good to see you again." he said the voice cold and wrought with imperfections just as the floor is now.

There were voices outside, sounds of yelling and the occasional fit of laughter, it was his pirates no doubt causing trouble and discord. "You wanted to speak with me [member="William Kerkov"]."

| [member="William Kerkov"] |​

 

[William Kerkov Sr]

The sounds of metal against metal alerted Kerkov of his Immediate company. He removed his cigarra from his mouth, releasing smoke from inside. Kerkov greeted his guest,
"Ah, you have arrived Admiral [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] . I have brought you here to discuss the matters of yo-"


Kerkov was interupted by a transmission by [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] .

"Well Mcnash we will have to sort this out another time, it seems we have been contracted by a miss Kritivaas to help them in a domion of Shriffrin. I want you to gather as many men and ships as you can and meet me and [member="Farlon Orbit"] in orbit. Understood?"

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

"I've already been informed of Shriffrin." it was with that the pronged digits slide across his chest and onto the centre left, it was finished with a small flourish a slight bow. "I will see you in orbit [member="William Kerkov"]." Turning to walk through the door frame, his bulk scraping against and through it leaving similar deformities on the walls like the ones on the floor.

[member="William Kerkov"]​

 

[Ellie Mors]

Arriving from Empress Teta via the shuttle she had been sent, a pleasantry that hardly bothered the shipbuilder, Silara was not all quite that impressed with Terminus. While both Terminus and Empress Teta were large, densely populated, and incredibly developed over time, it was the latter that found itself within the deep core, while the former laid out in the Outer Rim, nearly out of mapped space. Their locations granted them various important situations - Empress Teta was a carbonite haven, and chalk full of the rich and power-hungry, while Terminus was a trade destination for many that carried goods across the galaxy. In her eyes, however, everything looked to be a step down from what she'd hoped, though she could deal with it as she was most certainly not going to be living here. Business was the defining reason for her appearance so far out of Sith or Sith allied space, especially now that her identity as both Silara Kuhn and Darth Vitium had come to light recently to those who made it a point to keep tabs on her, and a contract with one company was as good as any other for the moment, especially when the contract was to be a steady supply of capital grade ships.

[member="William Kerkov"]

 

[William Kerkov Sr]

"Sir she has arrived." Kerkov swerved his non-hover chair to face the aide. "Good, good, make sure Miss Kuhn receives avery accommodation she requires."

"Yes sir." The young lieutenant saluted the admiral then left the office. Leaving Kerkov to stare into nothing, momentarily he let the practice happen before standing up from his seating place and brushed off his uniform. There was nothing on the pristine suit but he continued anyways it was just, nostalgia. Grabbing his cap off a stand to the left of his desk Kerkov rested the it upon his head. Before exiting his office Kerkov turned to face a portrait of his father dressed in his oiler gear, covered in starship fuel. With a slightly saddened look he saluted the photo on the wall and left his office, the thought of his late father still fresh in his mind.



[member="Silara Kuhn"]

 

[William Kerkov Sr]

Kerkov stepped up to [member="Silara Kuhn"] and kissed her hand, "Ah Miss Kuhn how pleasant is it that you have arrived, we should get to the deal as soon as possible. Please, follow me."

The admiral led the CEO into a meeting room adjacent to the shipyards. Closing the door behind them he asked, "Can I get anything for you? Maybe a cigarra or a Hanava fruit?"

 

[Ellie Mors]

With a nod of her head she declined the offer for party favors - she was here for business after all. As she passed through the hall towards the meeting room, she couldn't help but wonder what sort of a request this group had in mind - she didn't yet have the facilities or the means to build large star destroyers, but she most certainly could provide any other assortment of ships until that could be smoothed over. The idea of being paid to create a line of ships for this group, a fleet rather, was a bit exhilarating, though it still paled in comparison to the moments when she'd surprise her husband with a ship design that answered his own questions. "A pleasant place, this is." She remarked as [member="William Kerkov"] shut the door. Glancing around she spotted a place to sit, but figured she'd wait to be spoken to rather than simply making herself at home, so to speak.

 

[William Kerkov Sr]

"Well then, would you mind if I myself had a cigarra?" Kerkov rested a lit cigarra on his lip a took a puff. Respectively he walked behind his desk and motioned with simple hand gesture for Silara to sit in a chair. Sitting down in his chair Kerkov grabbed a datapad off the metal surface and gestured to the window overlooking the shipyards,

"This shipyard can construct some of the highest grade capitol ships in the galaxy, sadly the OCA cannot support any thing greater than a thousand meters, but my fleet can always use new and better ships. Besides all of my ships in the OCA are without fighter or bomber compliments. So the question is, Miss Kuhn, can you and your company do this? You will be paid most generously of course."

[member="Silara Kuhn"]

 

[Ellie Mors]

[member="William Kerkov"]

Silara made no move to refuse the man his smoke, she often did such in her own private time when she was alone, and followed him over to the table where she sat adjacent him. While he informed her of the shipyards present on the planet she was less than enthused with the notion that the fleet-for-hire was completely lacking in fighters and other smaller craft. She chalked that up to lack of oversight and too big of an emphasis on leadership - the traits that often were present in those that sought out larger ships over smaller ones in a greater quantity than needed. She understood the need for cruisers and the like, they were powerful, beautiful, things, but for ever one destroyer a fleet needed at least a hundred fighters and several dozen frigates to form a balanced swarm without relying too greatly on defensive weaponry. "Koros Spaceworks will be able to fulfill any requests, especially involving starfighters, corvettes, and frigates. Larger ships exceeding four hundred meters in size may require individual funding, depending on quantity and purpose, though we will be able to create any number of ships for the Open Circle that fit the criteria of ships beneath one kilometer in size." She replied, slipping her prosthetic left arm onto the table in front of her and activated the holographic display within - controlled through the same muscle impulses utilized to move it - to display several ships that she had designed on her own for either Koros Spaceworks or Titan Industries, a long list of starfighters, frigates, and the likes. "We don't do solely military, either, and can provide you with a full array of ships to suit your needs." She added.

 

[William Kerkov Sr]

[member="Silara Kuhn"]

"That is wonderful, I can tell you are a bit offset by the lack of fight-" Kerkov felt an uneasiness engulf him, giving him a small sweat and slight headache. He reasoned with himself that Miss Kuhn was a force user, but he did not want what he called his "ForcePhobia" get in the way of business. Kerkov took a small handkerchief out of one of his pant pockets, wiping the sweat off his forehead. Flashing a small grin he finished his sentence, "Fighters in our armada, unfortunately due to a misprint in the contract we signed for many of our ships the seller got away with withholding the fighters. But, now is not the time to dwell on the past, but to exact and produce our future. So now all we need is what you will do, how much you will do it for, and if you can do it."

Kerkov set down the Holopad he had been holding during the conversation. On it was the contract for the deal, also holding the ships Kerkov wanted to purchase.

Spoiler: Order

3x Sentinel Class landing craft, x200 Fighter Class of your design, x130 Bomber Class of your design, x4 X-Q2 system patrol craft

Below the order was a line with the words placed under it, sign here.

"Now of course, what is your price?

 

[Ellie Mors]

She nodded, aware of the means that some shadier companies took in order to make a quick buck - something that Koros was completely against, all the way down to their mode of business. While she was certainly a Sith Lord, the company was to be presented as honest, trustworthy, efficient, and constantly evolving. In order for others to purchase from her she would need to have a good reputation, after all. "I can continue to produce the ship classifications you've asked for, in the contract, indefinitely, if you would so desire. I suppose I could bid the cost per unit purchased, rather than for the entire contract, though if you'd like to do it by contract I am not opposed to it. I suppose for an over-all contract, as long as you cover the costs of producing the ships and a fifteen percent upcharge to maintain a profit Koros would be more than happy to do business with you. Rather than charging you now, and risk taking too much or too little, for each design completed we'll bill you the costs necessary to maintain a profit line that is suitable to your needs." She explained, already glad to have just recently produced a baseline fighter for the company that she could work off of for the majority of the request. "If that is alright with you, I will go ahead and sign away." Silara added, glancing down at the contractual agreement once more with mild interest. She'd make sure to pass along the order through the corporate ladder once she'd gotten the contract done, as well as put through the paperwork to make everything official beyond an order request.

[member="William Kerkov"]

 

[William Kerkov Sr]

[member="Silara Kuhn"]

Kerkov grin grew to another level of smiling, "I completely agree to those terms, and feel free to sign whenever you like." He took a small holopen out of one of his shirt pockets handing it to Miss Kuhn. After she had signed it Kerkov drew his hand in the gesture of a handshake,

"It has been a pleasure being in your company Miss Kuhn, and I hope to see you soon."

 

[Ellie Mors]

An agreement made, contract signed, and it appeared that Koros Spaceworks would have its first contract with a large entity. Relatively good news for both the company and the Open Circle Armada in general. "It has been a pleasure doing business with you, as well." She replied, signing her name on the contract with a smile. She shook his hand, a gesture if anything, and already began to think on various opportunities that might arise from this meeting. Soon she would need to design various fighters, bombers, and general transport ships for this order alone. The pay would be good, for the company - she didn't really need to rely on Koros for her own income, her husband had made that clear to her - and the products would be quite certainly top-of-the-line.

[member="William Kerkov"]

 

[Sere Reene]

Outside the terminus shipyards a small FFE fleet hyperspaced in hailing them. They had arrived via the holonet posting, and the company men and women on board were mostly mercenaries or corporate employees here to do business.

Approaching Ships
1x Half Drive Frigate named the Hunker
2x Utopia Class Corvettes
2x Squadrons of Yavin Class Fighters (Docked)

Hailing the shipworks, “this is the FFE lead ship the hunker, our captain wants a word.” Not very formal, but then this was a mercenary, come company fleet. They didn’t wait for a response, patching through the bridge to whoever was in charge of docking or command and control.

“Greetings’sss I am Sere Reene CEO of fire for effect, I wis’sssh to discuss business’sss with you. We can do so over the comms, or you are welcome to ssss'send someone to my sss'ship for a drink.” The Sluissi hybrid smiled, gracious enough, while the mercenaries around here showed several armed guards, with various new weaponry from FFE’s private stocks. Today might be an interesting opportunity to contact a new group that was starting up on the galactic stage.

[member="William Kerkov"]​

 

[William Kerkov Sr]

Kerkov was interrupted by this intrusion, slowly he turned on his in-office commlink,

"I would prefer to make this communication... over my own commlink. Might I ask why you and your 'company' is intruding on sovereign Open Circle territory. And what do you and your company offer?"

Kerkov was moderately miffed at this newcomer to the scene, but Kerkov decided to wait before he scrambled the fighters.

Current Defensive Fleet
1x Victory-I Class Heavy Cruiser (Docked)
3x Consular Class Cruisers (Docked)
4x X-Q2 System Patrol Craft
157x Shell-Class Fighters (Docked)
78x Raid-Class Bomber Model A (Docked)

[member="Sere Reene"]