How much is that Army in the Window?

[ZeedusFrostBlood]

SCENE​

Aboard the station of the Jackals the holoroom has been closed off to all those who are not of the higher ranks, the reason being unknown to most of them. ADAM prepares himself in his room, running over data and files he has kept stored for some time now, the station floats harmlessly through space as these individuals begin to conduct their business.​

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CHARACTER​

ADAM worked his way through the stations networking systems until he came across the Holoroom, his captain waiting for him. He worked diligently and began instantly setting up the transmission setting up a double encoded system. He then put the transmission through several different servers, you could never be too careful. Finally the holocom began to ring, and finally the transmission was being sent through to Grayson Industries.

ADAM shot himself through the 3D image projector and hovered next to his Captain. The large hexagonal creature that was what he portrayed himself as hovered in the air. It's coloring orange with data streaming out of it and into the air, a burning orange core in the center that seemed to hold the data together.

[member="Lanax Grayson"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

Its angular mask and thick wrought metallic finger's twinge and move with defined gesture, the disperse of air and rising steam from the automated voice-box. "Greetings Mister Grayson." the expansion and contraction of the upper torso with a low rumble, the 'squeak' and disperse of air as the cyborg breaths can be heard clearly.

"We the Jackals would like to put in an order.We are asking you Mister Grayson, to build us an army on mass. You will have two million credits to fund and deliver us this, and you will receive additional payment upon completion. We want numbers, nothing fancy. The old B1 and B2 series should suffice. And additionally I'd like to order four B2 units with close combat protocols."​

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[member="Lanax Grayson"]​

 

[Zac Grayson]

Lanax sat at his desk working on some plans for Ionite plateing that was strong, but cost effective. He heard his holo phone thing ring and looked over at it, staring at it for a moment, "Morgan? Have you been giving out my personal number? Mind answering that and seeing what they want dear?" Grayson rarely dealt with the costumer a personally as he was a bit forgetful and Morgan wasn't so she was his secretary.



[member="Morgan Redeaux"]

 

[Morgan Redeaux]

Morgan sat in Mr. Grayson's office flipping through a catalog of holoart to adorn the somewhat bare and utilitarian space of Grayson Industries. When the holophone rang, she nodded and answered as instructed by her employer.

"Grayson Industries, how can I help you?"

The HRD could tell right away she was speaking to another droid. "Very well, Sir," she answered as the customer on the other end put in his order for various models of combat droids. "Once these orders are complete, where would you like them shipped?"

[member="Lanax Grayson"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

The pointed digits probed the datapad, circling it until chiming in the coordinates with a metallic 'click' 'clack'. "The quordinates are as followed." It led to a space station out in the Doldur sector.

[member="Morgan Redeaux"]​

 

[ZeedusFrostBlood]

The core spun a few times, and as it did so did the Hexagonal platings surrounding it. It spoke up after it's captain, it's voice friendly but firm.
"Along with my captain's orders I have sent in three blueprints to your employer's personal holocom. He is welcomed to fiddle with it as he wishes, so long as the core design remains the same. These, I will be picking up personally when they are completed and ask for a transmission when they are ready for pick-up."
The core glared at the HRD willing itself through the holocom, but unable to touch the delicate programming of the Droid. It's gaze turned to it's captain before back at the transmission of the woman.

[member="Morgan Redeaux"]

 

[Morgan Redeaux]

"Thank you, Sirs," Morgan responded. She checked Lanax Grayson's personal account and retrieved the blueprints. "Received and confirmed, no fiddling with the core design."

It was peculiar that these droids were doing the ordering as she hadn't been exposed to droids who were powerful enough to order an entire shipment of battle machiines all on their own. Surely they were acting on behalf of a Master but anything was possible. She longed to make further contact with them so stalling she said, "I know you are in our system somewhere, Jackals, but I can't seem to find you presently. Can you please tell me a little more about your organization? Company founder, location of headquarters and any other pertinent details would be very appreciated. I want to make sure I have all of the complete details of every... being that is doing business with Grayson Industries."

[member="A.D.A.M."] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Lanax Grayson"]

 

[Zac Grayson]

Lanax looked up as he listened to the business transaction and then only loud enough of her to here he spoke with a little laughter in his tone. "I know I am good at making droids, but I wasn't aware I gave you the ability to flirt and blush; go me." Lanax knew she was just experiencing curiosity, but he did see her as his daughter and teasing seemed well in line in this situation.

[member="Morgan Redeaux"]

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

"Criminal, station Doulder sector, founder Flannigan Mcnash." it was simple, he had expected to answer these questions and he wouldn't lie he wanted [member="Lanax Grayson"], to understand his sponsor's. "Is there anything else?"

| [member="Lanax Grayson"] | [member="Morgan Redeaux"] |​

 

[Morgan Redeaux]

"No I believe that's all," said Morgan and she ended the holocall with a touch of a button. She looked over at Lanax Grayson, narrowed her eyes and said, "I'm only curious, Mr. Grayson as you can imagine." On the desk console she pulled up the coordinates for the Doulder sector. "Besides I thought flirting was a very different kind of human ritual involving subtle cues in body language, playfulness and intimacy," she continued quite defensive at the teasing.

"I'd like to visit these droids if it's okay with you. Don't you agree that both of them were quite unique models, especially one who was merely a display panel and inhabited no body? Quite intriguing," she said.

"Do I have your permission for a trip off-planet?" the HRD asked her maker.

[member="Lanax Grayson"]

 

[Zac Grayson]

Lanax thought for a bit on the matter, "You don't need my permission to do something, you are a Grayson and can do as you please." Lanax paused for a moment as he reviewed his words, "Well within reason of course. Since you are asking though I am not sure it is a great idea. You have no defenses and would be entering a criminal organization; this concerns me. Ether way, it is up to you, little one so you can decided, but if you go be careful." Lanax got up and moved over to her giving her a kiss on her forehead, he then left to the workshop to start the massive order.


[member="Morgan Redeaux"]

 

[Morgan Redeaux]

After Mr. Grayson kissed her forehead, Morgan beamed up at him and watched him leave the workshop. The difference between the engineer and her former master, Bartho Redeaux, was night and day. But Mr. Grayson was so very distracted with his work and she wished she could help him more. However the HRD wasn't a Class Two and even though she liked getting into the guts of machines and devices, she knew her current station was squarely in Class Three. And of course, that's what she liked to do - converse with other beings to help them navigate their own society-at-large. How funny it is, she thought, that I know more facts and figures about Coruscant than the normal Coruscanti does.

But like Mr. Grayson, she would need to be careful. She had no anti-virus program installed and no software currently that made her internal defenses air-tight against slicers. Still, she remembered how Lanax Grayson unlocked her the day he called her back to Mayferria. She would feel like a teenager, he had said.

She stood up, taking her trench coat off of its hook and buttoned it up, wrapping the belt around her thin waist. Her high heels clicked on the wood floor and she turned out the light before she left the workroom. In a way like the rebellious teenager Mr. Grayson predicted she would become, Morgan Redeaux was going back to Coruscant to continue her somewhat human-like existence.

[member="Lanax Grayson"]