Ice had received an invitation for talks at working on joint projects with a certain company on Csilla. At first, he was simply going to discard the invitation out of hand as the planet was is Sith controlled space. But then, he decided to give it a second look.
"Csillian Laboratories, eh? Hmm, ok, let's see what potential you have." Ice when on to do a mountain of research. The cause? Everything the company seemed interested in researching, where items that he too had an interest in.
He also knew though, how secretive the Chiss people were. If STI was goping to pull off any sort of business partnership, it would require every trick in the book. He wasn't going to try and be deceitful. But there were a few things he had to protect and get assurances on, if this idea was going to work. Walking over to a mirror, he also realized his present form would probably pose an issue with the notoriously xenophobic race. To make negotiations go a bit smoother, he changed form into that of a fellow Chiss.
"Well that should help keep things from getting awkward." Ice then went and did extensive research on the race itself, to help him get into the mindset of a Chiss. Ironically enough, much of their own views on life and how to handle situations reflected his personality anyway. So he doubted he'd had to much of a hard time working with that. So the time passed, until it was the day to meet.
Fortunately, Ice had always worked hard to make sure no images of him were ever spread around. It was a good way to ensure his true identity was never found out. Stepping off his ship, he made his way to the bar mentioned on the invitation.
Walking in to the establishment, he cast a glance around to find his contact. He tilted his head slightly as he caught sight of the beauty that was wearing the mentioned outfit. He went to smile, but checked the action, remembering that Chiss generally held back from to many outward signs of emotion. His eyes then shifted toward the person next to her. The sight of the man, did bring on the slightest of frowns. Ice hated not being the first to arrive. Still, sometimes it couldn't be helped.
Walking up to the two, he gave them both a small but respectful bow.
"Please, excuse my interruption. But you wouldn't by any chance be Miss Blaire of Csillian Labratories, would you?" His tone was calm, and his stance, that of a confident person. As he finished, he held out his hand to shake. After she shook his hand, he'd offer it to the unknown man as well, as a courtesy.
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