Desperate times call for...

[Onrai]

@[member="Gilamar Skirata"]

Normally, Circe wouldn't be here in Mandalorian space. Normally, she would never have approached the Mandalorians for anything. Then again, today was anything but normal... She was here to see the leader of the Skiratas, in order to talk with him about gaining the rights to built a factory on one or more Mandalorian planets. After the incident at Dromund Kaas, she figured this would likely go downhill.

Meh. She could give them a shot.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Preliat intercepted the message, and she found herself meeting him first. Mandalorians always did things, as a sort of collective group. He blinked several times, before looking up and down at her.

"Out."

 

[Ordo]

@[member="Circe Savan"]

Ordo was waiting in his quarters when the call came in. Someone wanted to talk to the Mand'alor and Ordo took it upon himself to intercept for danger assessment. As he arrived however, he saw he was a bit late. He couldn't help but laugh and he was glad his helmet was on and his speakers were off.

It took a minute to recognize the woman. He hadn't seen her in a long time. Not since he tried to buy Stygium from her company ages ago.

"Dar'jetii Savan?" He said walking up with his hand on his Ripper's pistol grip. "I think you may be lost."

 

[Onrai]

"Lost? No... Here to discuss business with the Mand'alor? Indeed." She turned to look at Preliat, eyebrow raised. "No... No going ukor b'ukor on me, agol." She sighed. Why were some Mandos to incredibly aggressive and rude? "Discussion's already been set, and I look forward to working out business with a group of people that are honorable in both their business dealings and their defense of property rights." She chose not to go through that whole "getting screwed over by the CIS" bit.

@[member="Ordo"] @[member="Preliat Mantis"]

 

[Ordo]

@[member="Circe Savan"] @[member="Gilamar Skirata"] @[member="Preliat Mantis"].

Ordo could probably just pull and shoot but it was going to have to be Gil's call. The big Man didn't remove his hand from his weapon but he relaxed his shoulders slightly.

"Gil's office is this way." Ordo said motioning toward the MandalMotors machine shop. "Please, don't make me regret this."

 

[Onrai]

"Do you really think I can be a threat with all that's gone on recently?" She sighed, following @[member="Ordo"] through the Mandalmotors machine shop. While some would argue that the presence of Subach would prove to be competition against the state monopoly, a Circe intended solely to produce ships for other consumers. Mandalorian purchases weren't important - having a production base was.

And it was a chance to leave Preliat behind too.

@[member="Preliat Mantis"]

 

[Ordo]

@[member="Circe Savan"] @[member="Gilamar Skirata"]

Ordo smirked behind his visor.

"The only Sith that's not a threat has thier head mounted over my fireplace." Ordo said deadpan, "Just be glad Skirata is Mand'alor and Ordo isn't."

Ordo opened the office door and walked in behind Circe. Gil would be there soon but Ordo wanted to ensure things went smoothly. He took a Force Breaker grenade off his H-harness and set it on the desk.

"Be a good girl," He said in his best I'm not gonna kill you tone. "Yes?"

Ordo had a bitter hate for sith and the effort of staying his hand was considerable. Sith torture was not something one forgave or forgot and Ordo had a long memory, with a short fuse.

 

[Onrai]

"Good thing I'm technically not a Sith then." She smirked, giving a soft chuckle as she followed Ordo into the room. "Oh joy. A Forcebreaker grenade. I recognize these from... Yeah, I think it was the fourth time I got manhunted. Forcebreaker grenades got used on me. Thankfully though I was able to deal with the situation."

She paused, giving a soft sigh.

@[member="Ordo"] @[member="Gilamar Skirata"]

 

[Ordo]

@[member="Circe Savan"]

Ordo put his hand to the side of his helmet as a communication came in. He was needed else where and he had to do be about it quickly.

"Mand'alor will be with you shortly." Ordo said as he picked up the force breaker. "See you around Dar'jetti."

Ordo turned and opened the office door and closed it behind him. It didn't take him long to make his way out of MandalMotors clan hall. It turned out his new ship was ready for pick up at CEC.

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

Before him stood a young woman, her green skin complementing her red hair wonderfully. Her grey eyes holding a hint of mystery with a side of mischief. He knew this face well. Circe Savan, a woman with a million different aliases, with a track record of many different crimes, small offenses, and over all, pissing off the wrong people. He didn't need to look through his notes to find information on her, there had been at least two different bounties on the young Zeltron Sith. Kicking his feet off his desk now, he unscrewed the cap of his flask and took a swig of the dark, sweet liquor that it contained before grunting and leaning forward in his bantha leather seat, the chair squeaking under the pressure and weight of the old man and his armor.

To be honest, this had been a godsend. A Sith? Right at his door, in his office? What more could he ask for? He had been itching to fight, after all, the life of a petty politician never ended, and he longed for the days where he could sit and snooze on the meetings with the clans, and he didn't have to make the long flights into the Protectorate and CIS. But when a nation decided to make a Mandalorian clone army instead of paying the real deal, you had to at least make sure the clones weren't tarnishing your good reputation. Standing now, he walked around and sat on his desk, his old, grey eyes meeting the Dar'jetti square in her own set of eyes.

"What brings the great Circe Savan to my "office"? I was expecting a Subach rep when I got the message from Myra." As he spoke, his fingers rapped the wood desk repeatedly, the sound of heavy metal slamming onto wood echoing in the small-ish room.
@[member="Circe Savan"]

 

[Onrai]

"Myra's... not feeling very well. Assuming you know about what happened, you'll understand why she's currently in some unnamed bar drinking her sorrows away. I'm here to see if we could work out a deal. I need factories, I can supply you with ample payment for allowing me to construct them in Mandalorian space, where I know your honorable business practices will keep them from being screwed over like the CIS did, and I'll not compete at all with your state-owned Mandalmotors monopoly. We'll only manufacture in your territory, not sell."

Smiling, she looked the Mandalorian over with her best grin.

@[member="Gilamar Skirata"]

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

A chuckle came from the old man before he took another swig of his drink. With a satisfied sigh he set the metal flask down and looked up to the green skinned woman before him. "I heard the news. My condolences," he said sarcastically, waving his hand in the air in a overly dramatic and regal fashion. Pulling up a datapad he scrolled through the list of starships and starship parts that Subach claimed to have created. "So...Savan. You want to purchase the use of MandalMotors private property, factories, to what....Rebuild your starship building empire?"

@[member="Circe Savan"]

 

[Onrai]

"I was thinking more along the lines of purchasing land where my company could construct their own factories. Or place them - we do have some Tryton-class cargo containers converted to function as factories for starfighters and vehicles. We'll stay out of Mandalmotors' way, and not sell anything to you unless you specifically ask for it from us." She paused, crossing her arms. "Unless you wish to incorporate a deal for craft or vehicles into this deal for land."

She smiled, knowing that hopefully, this deal would run nice and smooth.

@[member="Gilamar Skirata"]

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

Standing the Mand'alor shrugged, his face contorted in displeasure. "That's it?" he asked the woman. "Circe Savan, one of Mandayaim's most hated Sith comes to me for help and offers me nothing in return? All I get is a karking smile?" Shaking his head, he walked around to his desk, making sure to never place his back to the Sith Lady. "Let's see what we have here..." Rummaging through his desk, the clanking of empty and partially empty bottles could be heard. Pausing to look at a bottle of wine he shook his head and moved it to the side. Where had he put that thing?

"Ah!" he shouted in triumph. Subach had produced several ships for the Sith Empire during its time, and Circe was...to say the least loathed among the Mandalorian population, almost as much as Darth Mordin himself. Regardless about how the others felt, Gilamar saw an opportunity. An opportunity to pick through the wreckage, through the muck, and pull from it the best and...Well maybe not the best, but it would give their techies a much welcome edge against any competition. Pulling from his desk a canister, a datapad and several pages of flimsi he set both on the desk. "Have you been Force Broken yet? Of course you have...Well...can't be to safe with you Forcers." Tossing a Force Breaker grenade towards the Zeltron, the metal canister rolled as it filled the air with the special gas that blocked Force connections.

@[member="Circe Savan"]

 

[Onrai]

"I'm purchasing the land from you with the company's own funds. That's how things go. If you wanted anything, I already stated I'd be glad to discuss selling some technology to you as a part of this deal." As the grenade flew through the air towards her, she paused. catching it in her hand as the smoke began to release, she looked at him with a rather bored look. While she didn't need to breathe as humans did, the gas would inevitably soak through her skin and begin to dampen her Force sensitivity. Taking the grenade as calmly as she could, she dumped it in a nearby trash can, sealing the bag tightly around the grenade and several more times for good measure.

"Now, back to the business at hand. Assuming you want more than money, what do you want?" She was right now working hard to ignore the gas.

@[member="Gilamar Skirata"]

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

Unfortunately for Circe, with the rapid release of the gas from the grenade, the amount of time it would have taken to catch, walk to, dump and tie the bag, the gas canister would have released more than half its contents. An ample amount of gas to do what it was designed to do on one Force user, especially one of Circe's biology, the gas soaking into her skin. With that out of the way and the sputtering hisses from the grenade releasing the last of its contents pitifully into the bag.

"Now. Here's the deal Circe Savan," he muttered, picking his helmet up from the desk and slipping it over his head, the mag seals clicking into place, "Lady Sabach has three options. For disrespecting me and sending a Sith as her envoy she is to pay up front, say 4.8 Billion Credits for the purchase of land, covering the costs of permits, construction crews, courtesey of MandalMotors I might add. Next she will sign every one of those documents after reading and complying with the contract which in summation says that she will give the Mandalorian Armed Forces first purchasing rights to all new technologies as well as a 45% discount. She will also pay 15% taxes on whatever the company makes, directly to the Mandalorian Armed Forces."

A pause.

"Her second option is to become a subsidiary of MandalMotors, dedicated to starship frame work and technologies. This way, she keeps her company's name, has a place to work, and simply becomes an employee of a much larger, more powerful company, ie. MandalMotors." Walking up to Circe he procured from the small of his back a pair of Beskar stun cuffs. "The third is she takes her business elsewhere. You on the other hand, will not be going anywhere. Well, that's not accurate. You will be heading to Mykyr, a planet full of a peculiar breed of lizard that makes it a little, nigh impossible to use the Force. You will be placed at the prison there until the Clans decide what to do with you." With his other free hand he procured another canister. The grenade hissed to life with the flip of a switch on its side.

Coma gas.

"Your part is now over and was greatly appreciated."
@[member="Circe Savan"]

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

Looking down at his unconcious guest he placed his fingers to his helmet, activating a com to Ori'ramikade, <Get a shuttle ready for Mykyr...We've got an extra special guest so prep the Ysalamir. Uhuh...Yup, we got her.> With that, a he bent down, flipping her over gently and clamped the beskar stun cuffs around her wrists and waited for the lizards, the Ori'ramikad, and the shuttle. Good thing he was wearing a mask, because he had a smile on his face bigger than a child's on Life Day.
@[member="Circe Savan"]