It's like Dexter's Lab, but with Murder. [Anja]

[Sarge Potteiger]

Echoy'la​

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Sarge hated anything Dark Side related. But if there was one thing he didn't want to deal with right now, it was folk as stubborn as him. And that meant he couldn't go to the Mandalorians, because the Mandalorians would likely play the twenty questions game as to why he needed beskar for his armor. After all, it was their metal. They'd honed how to make it over the years, perfecting it through time until it became synonymous with their people and culture.

And Sarge was not a part of their culture.

So he'd strapped on his Silent Star armor, pulled from the mire of Dagobah, and known only as the armor of the Druckenwell Shipyard Hacker, and made for Primeval space. It would be hard to trace this transaction to him, considering how versed he was in covering his tracks, but he wanted to be careful. No identifying armor. Stepping off the freighter at the mining outpost, he looked around for a moment.

He'd sent a message ahead about wanting to pick up a small quantity of beskar, so he needed to see who they'd sent to deal with him.

 

[Catalys Maijora]

Dealing with people who wanted Beskar wasn't usually an Exemplar's business, but when a potential buyer had a reputation about them then things were different.

Catalys approached the man who stepped off his freighter, the starport they stood in was certainly nothing compared to a core world's hub but the scents, visuals, and personnel all screamed one thing--business. Truthfully, Echoy'la was little more than a massive mining colony where slave labour--among other sources--was primarily used to extract the rare ores, including the infamous Beskar.

Few were able to even acquire such a resource, and even fewer were willing to provide it. So what made the Primeval willing to offer a supply for the right price? Who knew. As he approached, the Umbaran examined the one standing before him from every detail of his armour to his very posture.

"Impressive," he grinned, "I'm a bit surprised someone so well equipped would be interested in Beskar."

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[Sarge Potteiger]

If he was judging posture, he'd find the man before him a tsunami - the sort that started kilometers out to see. The set of his shoulders was the instant before impact, and the glare off his helmets eyepieces spoke to a glaciers warmth. "Those who are well equipped prefer to remain so." Came the vaguely modulated voice, deep in timbre but quiet in tone. The voice of an individual who knew he was going to be listened to, regardless of volume.

There was a pause, the mans half-clenched hands twitching a little as if unsure to move to fists or stay as they are. "And I'd prefer not to waste any time." He adds, though that went without saying. Nothing about this man said he was interested in screwing around.

 

[Catalys Maijora]

Catalys had no intention of waiting around either. A transaction was meant to be finished, after all, everything in between might as well just be considered a waste of time.

Nodding, "Very well--follow me." The Exemplar lead the way, he'd take the armoured juggernaut through corridors and halls before they entered the courtyard of the main facility. Lines of labourers marched to and from their quarters, dozens of guards made sure it was done so orderly and starfighters patrolled above regularly as a method of intimidation more than patrol.

The path they followed eventually opened up into a large warehouse, laying out directly in the center of the room was the unmistakable ore called Beskar. Unrefined, but in quantity enough to become a set of armour or perhaps a couple of weapons--depending on what the buyer wanted. "This is it," he gestured towards the crates.

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Sarge was intimately familiar with such machines as these. While it was a metaphorical machine, the imagery was all there. Even down to the stern glare from the individual operating it as if that would be enough to keep it in line. Watching as the starfighters passed overhead, the sound of their engines oppressive, Sarge realized he was going to have to go back to his mindset working for Ayden.

You didn't have to like where you were at. You didn't have to agree with what they were doing. You were here to do a job.

Get it done. Get out.

Come back another time.

Not every battle should be fought on sight with the enemy.

Moving over to the crates, mindful of the guards and man who had lead him here, he popped them open, one by one. Each was small, but they'd be easy to carry, and the amount of ore he needed was here. But any good buyer made sure every last inch of the product was inspected before actually completing the transaction. You didn't want to get drywalled, after all.

And it would seem everything was good here. "This is it." He states, looking to his guide. That was the cue - next stage of the transaction.

 

[Catalys Maijora]

Catalys could appreciate such straightforwardness--no, he did appreciate it. Why waste time?

"Credits or barter?" That was the first question.

Now that Sarge had seen the goods, several workers began to pack up the cargo and began delivering it towards the starport where his freighter was parked. The Primeval were not usually accustomed to doing business with outsiders but they still did everything as swiftly as they always have. Delays only meant a loss. Whether it was in lives or resources, they ensured every expense was worth it.

In this case that just meant being paid and ensuring the final step was waving goodbye.

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Watching as the crates were transported away by the menials, he gave the man a curious look that wouldn't translate. Helmet and all. It would just look like he were staring at him in silence for a few seconds. "Credits. Or, if you're so inclined, I would offer my mercenary expertise to the Primeval in their next expansionary endeavor." That was the most politically correct manner he could say 'world subjugation.'

"I'm a solo operator, but I'm a Force User, and have a number of years worth of experience on warzones as varied as Alderaan, back when it was a orbitally glassed wreck." That was at least two hundred years ago. The then remnants of the Galactic Empire had descended upon the rebuilt world to root out the 'Rebellion' of the time, and while they didn't have a Death Star, they did still have a Base Delta Zero.

The world had been a wreck for centuries until it was rebuilt a second time. That was before the vong-forming, though.

 

[Catalys Maijora]

That was an intriguing offer, and perhaps more valuable than credits. Besides--those credits would practically go to the same thing, and knowing they'd have Beskar when they do so? No brainer.

"A fair deal," he responded rather quickly without much need to think over the offer.

Somewhere inside he knew this would lead to an interesting course of events. How or what exactly? He didn't know, but that was what made these situations so enjoyable; the surprise. It wouldn't be too long before those services were called upon, either, as the Primeval were always conquering new worlds and had many enemies too.

Directly to their south-west was the Mandalorians, and to the south-east the Silver Sanctum Coalition whom they had just recently battled on Ziost. Certainly one of those two would become the focus of their next conquest.

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

The man gave a simple nod of his head, extending a hand to the individual to shake. Unsurprising, likely, that the man would seal the deal in such a manner. Sarge had always considered himself 'as good as his word.' And he put an astronomically high price on his word. "Consider it done." Inside the hand though, should the man shake, would be a comm number at which they could reach this particular mercenary.

In a way, despite the knowledge he would be working for Darksiders, Sarge felt a thrill he hadn't felt in some years. The sort of thrill that came from being paid to do what he did best - fight, and win.

A smile curled his lips under the helmet.

 

[Catalys Maijora]

With the transaction complete, Catalys met his hand to shake, noticing the number and taking it.

There was no need to delay, "Pleasure doing business," he grinned yet again.

Having another mercenary to support their efforts was always a bonus, but the real reason Catalys accepted such a transaction was for one reason. Why not? He wished to see what this stranger was capable of, what someone with the audacity to purchase Beskar from the Primeval would do within their company during war.

He had no expectations, but was certain enough that he'd be surprised by what this man was capable of.

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

A shake, a nod, and Sarge was making his way after the crates and back to the freighter. He had some armor to put together, and a lightsaber to remake. Then he would wait for the call he could tell no one about. Especially not Cira. A frown crossed his face at that thought, but he banished it. It was what it was. Making his way up the ramp, he got into the cockpit and sealed the ship.

Guiding it away from the operation and into the void, he made for hyperspace. Transaction complete.