Let's get started. [Demonsgate Mining] [pm to join]

[Miss Blonde]

"Waldo, what do my appointments look like today?" Miss Blonde asked on her comm link wired to her desk.

"Only one ma'am. You have a midday with [member="KeCholo"] he wants to talk about phrik obtaining and a few other custom projects." Waldo said back on the Intercom.

Miss Blonde sat at her desk at the Demonsgate mining facility she and the black tie syndicate owned. It had been a challenging few days lately what with all the heists, auctions, and gang wars she was slightly tired. But hey sitting around and doing nothing didn't put the kids through college or keep the lights on, running a criminal enterprise cost money and in order to keep it going palms needed to be greased and ships needed upkeep.

"So what is that ten minutes?" Miss Blonde asked her secretary.

"Seven to be precise Ma'am. Shall I send him in when he arrives?" Waldo asked.

"Please do. Also if you could be a dear send in some coffee and make sure you have some environment suits prepped just in case." She said with a very stern voice.

"Yes, Miss Blonde. Also you may have some other people showing up, but I can't confirm. I'll have everything up in a jiffy." Waldo said rather dryly.

"Jiffy? Force sakes, Waldo. No wonder you don't have a boyfriend." Blonde chuckled and soon after ended the call.

Everything primed and prepped around the facility and this week's shipment of Phrik was going to be mined soon so the woman had plenty of paperwork to look forward to on top of this meeting with the merc.

 

[KeCholo]

Walking briskly into the facility, Ke'Cholo had landed Slave I in the docking bay under the strict supervision of the bay hands. The doors to the lobby area slid open as he approached and he noticed Waldo sitting behind a desk. Ke'Cholo tipped his hat and gave a half grin. Waldo appeared to recognize the Duros as he had been here several times before.

''Ke'Cholo'' he said with a chuckle, leaving no doubt to his identity.

Upon inspection of Ke'Cholo, he was wearing a long warden's coat over a linen shirt tucked into some nice, black stained leather pants. His hat-with-no-name sat atop his head tilted slightly. On the inside of the unbuttoned coat, a brightly colored liquid seeped through his shirt and dripped through the shirt and onto the floor, Ke'Cholo unaware. This wound had been caused by an accident, attributed to the sword [member="Miss Blonde"] gave him.


Ke'Cholo was toting his dual DL-44s, the sword Blonde had given him, and a laser carbine slung around his back. In case of emergency, he had extra weapons in Slave I. Ke'Cholo was particularly excited for this meeting, for he had big plans. He had also requested that the EDG droid Blonde had promised him be available today. He grinned with excitement as he continued his walk down the hall.

Reaching the door to her office, Ke'Cholo gave a brisk series of knocks.

 

[Elaine Thul]

[member="Miss Blonde"] [member="KeCholo"]

Elaine Thul had need on some phrik to build herself some new armour, she somehow knew the was storm coming. Then she would be tested, this was probably because of the fact she was a member of Galactic Alliance, whose sole purpose was to destroy the one sith. She also after having abandoning her home on Alderaan need a reliable source of phrik, so she came here. To hope to strike a bargain with the mine's operators, s she could have access to the metal. So she could make custom armour for people, using phrik again.

She landed unannounced in a hangar bay, and saw a bounty hunter ship present, as well as some other unsavory type. She waited for them to talk first, then she would come of her ship, though she had decided to leave her personal guards on the ship. As too many people would cause a disturbance quite easily, and this was something she wanted to avoid.

She did not like being here, as it did mean openly consorting with criminals, but needs must.

 

[Miss Blonde]

"Miss Blonde, KeCholo is here. He's headed your way." Waldo said on Miss Blond's table comm.

"Excellent, please bring the coffee up." Miss Blonde ended the call then reached under her table to press the automatic door button.

The door to her office opened up and Miss Blonde would be able to see the genetically modified or just lifts a lot freak of nature Duros. She was always taken back when she saw the man and his size, the species was known for being a bit slimmer so she always wondered how it was he came about and what kind of protein shakes he drank.

"Ke, come on in and sit. You must be famished from your trip. I'm having some refreshments sent up now." Miss Blonde said with a bright smile.

"I hope you enjoy coffee it's mostly al-"

"Miss Blonde we have a walk in, shall I handle her?" Waldo interrupted Miss Blonde and gave her the needed information.

"No, go on and send her in. I'm sure I just need to point her to the requisitions office. Speaking of which can you email the requisition form to me? We have to perform a movement today."

"Right away Miss Blonde." Waldo said to his boss.

"The Boss Lady's office is down the hall and to the left. There's a client in there as well so please keep your request brief and to the point." Waldo said to the woman.

"Anyways KeCholo you wanted to talk? As you know I'm always open for business, and your EDG will be loaded on your ship when we finish. But yes armor, tell me what you have in mind." Miss Blonde said with another smile.

Her desk pinged and soon she'd move the holoscreen to pull up the requisition form. Quickly scrolling through it she started to fill out the form for the movement. They were looking at about a thousand pounds for the week to process so that was going to happen. After that was finished she'd hopefully get what everyone wanted.

[member="KeCholo"] [member="Elaine Thul"]

 

[KeCholo]

''T'anks'' Ke'Cholo responded upon taking up a generous portion of coffee.

''I'd prefer 'de droid to be presented up here, but whatever suits your she'dule Blondie'' Ke'Cholo responded nonchalantly, then taking a sip of the hot liquid. Ke'Cholo reached into his pocket and grabbed a piece of paper, quite rare in this technological age. He brushed up against the wound, realizing it was bleeding.

''Chit'' he muttered. Luckily, none of the liquid had yet dripped onto the expensive furniture, at least none he could see. He examined the wound and stood up, resting his coffee on the table.

''Wid' all 'des Sith, I need something comparable in this age of technology''He would then present a list to [member="Miss Blonde"]. The list was a rather long one. On it were various kinds of ink but the same handwriting, implying it had been written by the same person over a length of time.

litesaber resistent
guns
long batery life
durable
misel launcher
rocket boots
Air tight
Life support and oxygen
Modularety

''Sorry for 'de bad hand writing and spelling'' he added ''don't always have time to correct grammar mistakes in war zones.'' Ke'Cholo gave a chuckle at this remark.

 

[Elaine Thul]

[member="KeCholo"] [member="Miss Blonde"]

As she saw the duro and the woman speaking she came of her ship, and began to move towards the reception. She was unsure who she had to speak to yet, and it seemed the best place to start. The receptionist was polite enough, she took her name and said You have to wait over there, as you not got appointment and the the boss is busy at the moment. She said Well could you tell them Elaine Thul is here, and I would like to make to try and get a contract to them so I can gain access to ore, on a regular delivery basis. The receptionist nodded and then wrote a holo message to her boss.

​Some trump up woman is here to see you.
who thinks she can turn up without an appointment in reception to see you, on the off chance.
​She like regular delivery of phrik ore, what should I tell her.

She sat down and waited for a reply, and smiled at Elaine.

Elaine could sense what the receptionist thought, a boon or a curse force user. They could sense mildly what others were thinking, though they could tune it out, she did not want to. As she was dealing with unscrupulous characters, and as such she wanted to know as much about everything in the area as possible. The slightest hint of betrayal, or something being amiss means she might have to call the deal off.

 

[Miss Blonde]

"You're bleeding on my furniture." Miss Blonde said in a casual voice as she continued with her form.

"Waldo be a dear and send up Fix It, we seem to have a customer and a patient today." Miss Blonde said on her comm link to her personal assistant.

Finishing up her requisition form she shot it away and sent it up towards the approval admin who handled the dig zoning. Within a minute or so the form came back approved and ready to go. She smiled at the green light then shifted over in her office chair to the other side of her desk.

Grabbing a thumb drive she placed it into the holotable and loaded up the preprogrammed function for the droids in the docking bay. Colossal Mining Droid Sixty Three began to run through its diagnostic scans making sure everything was set up for the movement. Besides needing a few tune ups the machine was cleared for the mining operation and would be placed in warm up mode.

"You call ma'am?" A spaarti grown Isard Combat Medic popped her head through the door and looked over to Miss Blonde.

The six foot tall woman walked into the room and looked over to the Duros who was bleeding their brightly colored blood.

"Where are you hit?" The woman asked with a concerned look.

"Ke this is Fix It, she's a retired Republic clone trooper. She'll make you ripe as rain." Miss Blonde would then look over to the paper and grab it.

Reading it she went over the list and began to read through it. It was... ambitious to say the least. But hey miss blonde was never one to turn down a job and KeCholo had earned such a thing. Besides she'd probably end up making another for herself.

"I'm assuming this would have to be powered in order to function and hold all these pieces. You're not looking at a piece of armor you are looking at a mech suit. Which while it's certainly possible it doesn't meet the standards of our previous agreement. But I'm glad to offer you half off on such an endeavor." Miss Blonde said as she put the paper to the side.

"Waldo send in the walk in please. Elaine correct? She wants a contract. Yeah don't we all. Anyways yeah send her in." Miss Blonde said with a chuckle.

"Please make your request simple. State your need per shipment and I'll have the paper work drafted." The secretary said to Elaine to let her in to the office down the hall.

[member="Elaine Thul"] [member="KeCholo"]

 

[KeCholo]

Ke'Cholo took off his coat and draped it over the chair he was sitting on. He then glanced at the medic, nodding at his shirt. The medic gave him the go-ahead look, and so he grasped his garment. Pulling upwards, the linen shirt came off easily revealing a physically toned frame.

''Ain't 'dis embarrassing'' Ke'Cholo mused, looking at [member="Miss Blonde"]. The medic then cleansed the wound with a moist piece of clothe, perhaps bathed in some sort of antibiotic or quick acting drug. Upon the touching of the laceration, Ke'Cholo cringed, it hurt...bad. He looked down to find the woman shoving the blood stained cloth in a pouch.

''Your sword did this to me, lucky I'm not suing'' Ke'Cholo winked, obviously comedic. The medic then reached for a large needle and thread, she began to sow up the wound. It would take a moment for the procedure to be completed.

''The thread will dissolve in a few weeks, no need to return'' she said.

Upon the remark about the credits, Ke'Cholo did not change expressions at all.

''Credits will be no issue. I can pay you with them, or...an increased cut in a job I'm spearheading. Going to take some bank servers from 'de Galatic People's bank. We'll siege their HQ, it's a space station. You interested?''

 

[Elaine Thul]

[member="Miss Blonde"] @Elaine Thul

She head to office down the hall where she would meet the owner of the mine, she knew what she wanted. So it would be easy enough to explain that bit, but the price well she hoping she could negotiate on that. As funds were tight, but if she got what she needed she soon be able to make a profit. She after making kilik phrik silk robes, with Cortosis arm guards on mine she was setting up on Duro. She hoped to sell this to Galactic Alliance and The Republic, this would make her company profitable again after leaving Alderaan.

So she wrote down how much she would need, to create the initial batch of silk. As she entered the room, she saw the woman and the Duro talking. It look like the Duro had managed to cut himself somehow, and received some medical treatment. She sat down, and gave her order to the woman. Then took a glass of water while she waited to read it, and tell her what her terms would be.

She was nervous at this point, a she had no real deniability if she had been caught on camera. As she was in the room, and she was dealing with these people, so if this ever got out, she might start getting a price on her head. She kept reminding herself this was for the greater good, better armour, meant more protection for the people who fought the one sith. Though would others see it that way, was another question, as her actions could always be seen in a different light by fools.

 

[Garza]

Intelligence was my forte. If that meant literally going to the source to find out about it, then it looks like I would have to do so. Geared up for a standard mission, I had a bookbag over my back. It had some provisions, enough to last me a few weeks to a month depending on how I rationed it,. I cradled a submachine gun that was loaded, but no round was in the chamber. I had to simple slug throwers on my thighs, and a shotgun attached to the left side of the bookbag. Vortex was my baby. Man was it destructive. I could hit a man with it from a good 5 meters away with a solid slug. That is if I decided to use one.

Either way, I kept my respirator off for the moment, and walked through the offices. As an agent, I was to gather information, relay it, or just the opposite, use it to my advantage. In this case, I was doing both. Walking past the secretary, she started to yell out sir. I waved her off. and spoke just a few words.

"Party with Miss Blonde."

I'm sure she would notify the woman that I was on my way up, and how rude I was. Like I give a flying rat's ass. She knew who I was. She knew how I operated. Charge in, with a tranquil fury that could possibly match her dear friend Miss Nobody. Going up the stairs, instead of the elevator, I came up towards her room, seeing three people in there. Haphazardly walking in. I nodded to the Duros, and gave a slight bow to both of the women in the room.

"Let's see here, A Duros with agent skills wanting some ore, and a.... hmm. Force using teen who want's to become stronger against..... Her parents? Looks to me like this will be one interesting mission."

I enjoyed being an ass, especally to kids that thought they were better than others, and alien species who wanted to become a walking tank against lightsabers, and blaster fire. I was here for a few reasons. Ones that only I knew, and my motives were always changing, but still remained to one goal.

"Agent 51, Reporting to be expeditions babysitter."

[member="Elaine Thul"], [member="KeCholo"], [member="Miss Blonde"],

 

[Miss Blonde]

"You're thinking small Ke, I don't like it." Miss Blonde said with a small chuckle.

"Why siege the HQ when you could just steal it? If you want my help then that's what we're doing, we take the station and clean it out then sell it or scrap it for parts that we sell on the black market, maximize the amount we make." Miss Blonde smiled then turned her head over to the Alderaanian who had entered the room.

If she remembered the name there was a lot going on with intergalactic news with it, house Thul of Alderaan's failed coup. But hey those things tended to happen and now she was here wanting to buy phrik. Hell if her credits were shiny then she'd take them.

"Welcome to Demonsgate, Miss Thul, I'm assuming you are here to buy and contract? Well let me tell you we have a thousand pound limit shipment or raw phrik ore. Normally this yields upwards to five hundred pounds of phrik ingots when refined. However being that this is a refinery we can offer one hundred pounds of refined phrik ingots per shipment. Shipments come once every month and there's no negotiating that. Now as for price you're looking at a hundred thousand credits per thousand pounds of raw ore. Contracted price bumps that down to around eighty, so yes. That's how that works out." Miss Blonde finished the information and then spoke to her new asset.

"Unless you want to escort a giant ass droid for an expedition then you are more than welcome to. But there is something you can do for me. There's been a pack of lava boars harassing the outer perimeter, track them down and handle them if you have the time please." With that bit all winding down it was time to get to real work.

With diagnostic scans set CMD-32 was ready to go. With a massive groan of metal parts moving the droid let out a loud mechanical roar of its horns that could be compared with that of deep bass rumbling. With the droid warmed up it took its first steps out from the docking back causing the coffee in Miss Blonde's office to ripple with each step. The massive spider like droid stepped out into the hell hole that was Demonsgate and turned its head to the path of lights laid out before it.

It was going to be a short trek but the mountain range that was rich in phrik ore lay a thousand meters away and while the droid could handle it Miss Blonde wanted to make sure this was handled rather quickly. She did have customers there and she did not intend on letting them down, she had a reputation after all dammit.

[member="KeCholo"] [member="Elaine Thul"] [member="Satele Carrick"]

 

[Elaine Thul]

[member="Miss Blonde"] [member="Satele Carrick"] [member="KeCholo"]

That works out fine Miss Blonde, but may I ask would you like weapons and armour as part payment ever please let me know. She was hoping to offer her wares, as it would help her take her company if she had some sales. The more people used her equipment, the more people would be aware of it. Then chance are she would get more sales, though that was another issues as for know, she may got what she need at reasonable price. She took a sip of water looked at the man who just came in, as he said something about her parents. I am afraid they gone, when the the sith vong formed my planet. She was a little upset by his remark, and almost decide to give him a bolt lighting to teach him some manners. Though the main reason she did not, as she wanted this deal to go through and soon.though it was tempting, it would put him in his place.

Though she kept reminding herself it was for the greater good, so not to loose it on him. Though it was very tempting to see how he reacted to being shocked by her.

 

[KeCholo]

''That's it!'' the medic said, handing Ke'Cholo his linen shirt. He put it back on quickly, but appeared angered when he saw the stain on the side. He then reached behind himself and grabbed the warden's coat draped over the chair.

''Well...'' Ke'Cholo began speaking to [member="Miss Blonde"] as he slipped his arms through the sleeves of the coat.

''If we do it your way, it needs to be just you and me. No room for error. And, you supply 50% of the resources needed, do that and you get 50% of the pay cut. I don't want any other mercs or bounty hunters with us that you don't have experience with, only ones you trust to the utmost. The ones you bring along come out of your share. 50 percent for the Black Ties, or you, and 50 percent for my crew. 'Dat sound better?''

Ke'Cholo fell back in his chair and squired for a moment. He then picked back up the coffee and sipped it. Finding it to taste a bit off, he grabbed a pinch of sugar from a nearby bowl and threw it in the coffee. He took yet another sip, but then picked up the cream and poured a generous portion into his cup. He turned towards Blonde and awaited her answer.

 

[Miss Blonde]

"I'll pass on the weapons and armor, I'll draft up a contract between your company and Reclaimer Arms and Industrial. Which company is this going to? Because I do need a company to place on the phrik contract to make everything legit to the law." Miss Blonde said to Elanie before looking to the Duros.

"Only the most trusted, very well then. I'll order up some Wangas from Tenloss to get the job done. Anyways before we proceed please sit, Fix It you may leave." Miss Blonde moved to her drawer and pulled up a standard contract between Reclaimer and whatever company the phrik was going to.

"Just fill in the blanks as the second party with your companies name and initial on the dashes." handing over the paperwork and a pen the woman would check progress on the movement.

The colossal mining droid let out another roar as it was midway through trek towards the hot box mountains. They had been rather busy lately on moving phrik but with the added business this would certainly help them out with making more money for the ties and collective.

As the droid grew closer and closer miss blonde looked at its stats and made sure everything was in place, levels were either in the green or yellow so when the mining operation was done she'd have the droid serviced and made whole. But everything was good for now.

"Now Miss Thul, I want you to understand something. We're not legitimate business people here and you are privy to certain illegal information. So I'd rather not have to have you killed, you seem nice. So as long as we understand each other that we are criminals then we are good. Savvy?"

[member="Elaine Thul"] [member="KeCholo"]

 

[Elaine Thul]

[member="Miss Blonde"]

She looked at the woman and smiled, then replied to the criminal part I broken many laws, and will brake more to keep the republic safe. That is the true price of nobility, not the fancy title. She then took a glass of water, and a sip of it. Draw your contract up, and I have someone go over it. This is just to make sure the lawyer and accountants, won't find out what your doing too easily. This was not because she did not trust the woman, mainly she wanted deniability of what she was doing. As the whole concept of dealing with the underworld, did leave a bad taste in her mouth. So she drank another glass of water, as she waited for her reply as if to remove the bad taste from her mouth

 

[KeCholo]

Ke'Cholo would reach into his coat an retrieve his datapad. He pressed several buttons on it as he sat back down. Upon looking up the price of Wangas, Ke'Cholo would bump his datapad to [member="Miss Blonde"]'s with a satisfying bling.

''Just wired the funds for 5 Wangas to your account, I'll add them to my fleet after all this is all done. I'm low on funds so don't expect any more help until all this is done. My gravity wells will prohibit any incoming resistance, and they can stay online for as long as I have fuel, which I have a lot of. As for the grunts that will clear the place, I'll call in some favors...maybe even get [member="James Justice"] to see if he can bring some clones, but that'd mean he gets part of the cut. I know some niktos and a large group of Techno Union sleemos that'd do this for really cheap, hell after all they owe me I could probably make them do it for free. Who can you call in?''

Ke'Cholo sat back and listened to Blonde as he tapped away on his datapad, moving around funds and sending a message to James Justice about those clones. He also checked the security feed on Slave I and Tek-1 to see if everything was alright.

 

[Miss Blonde]

"I can assure you Miss Thul that the contract is what I stated. Shipments of phrik from reclaimer to your company, it also allows you access to our weapons and vehicle lines however if you wish to waive that then simply initial on the spot where you waive that addition. To the galaxy you'll be doing business with a legit corporation. Now you came in here as a walk in and I decided to see you, now you can either take the contract or walk away. I have plenty of others willing to sign one of these." Miss Blonde finished her spiel to Elanie and would return to the conversation with the Duros.

"I'll only need you to pay for three, I do require ships as well and it never hurt to have some extra cruisers."

"Now for the actual job let me and my people handle it. You can bring on anyone you trust but if this is going to be successful we need to be coordinated and I don't work with Techno Union so get that idea out of your head." Miss Blonde had her reasons after all.

As for CMD 32 he had made it to the mountain range and was going to start the dig. With a quick press of an approval button the massive droid let out another mechanical howl of bass and started to climb the closest mountain. Using its scanners and mapping system it found the location of the most previous dig and made its way over to it.

Climbing up the mountain the droid thumped with each pound of its massive legs and soon after a few minutes it reached the dig site. Now it would have to start warming up its drills. With a few modified drilled strapped to its legs the monster of a machine started the process of slowly spinning up the drills to make contact with the ore. It would be a simple process of breaking apart rock and swiftly collecting it afterwards, a process that had been done dozens of times before.


[member="Elaine Thul"] [member="KeCholo"]

 

[KeCholo]

Ke'Cholo retrieved a cigar from his pocket and shoved it in his mouth. He then produced a shiny lighter and lit the tobacco product. He stirred his coffee and alternated smoking it and sipping the hot liquid.

''Cooperation with the Union is optional. I have only loose ties with them'' he spoke to [member="Miss Blonde"] through cigar puffs.

''Go ahead and buy 5 of those ships, I'd rather overkill than be under prepared. Plus, I need to expand me presence in the piracy world. If you could request that their hangers be enhanced by cutting into the hull space that'd be wonderful. I have ties with 1,000+ Gasiirians that we can...incite..to request the aid of their friends. I guess I'm only requesting my close crew and the niktos be present. We'll strike after we finish all this.''

 

[Garza]

I stood there and watched the entire encounter. Smirking a little as the child in the room gave me a very dirty look. I just shook my head and looked at the two making the contract. Technically I worked for Miss Blonde. So I was cleared by the Law. Even more so, i was a Criminal, so I wouldn't mind if I had to be the one taking the fall. I would find my way back to the Black ties and continue my operations. I watched as the Duros made his coffee. And he wanted to light a cigar. I smiled.

Reaching over to an end table, I picked up a little sign. Moved around him and sat it down facing him. I presented it like some fashion girl on a runway. And then took a few steps back to stand right next to the desk with my left hand grabbing my right wrist as it rested against my body, and the submachine gun snuggled between my arms.

I indicated for the sign. Reading. "No Smoking" with a little cigarette with a cross through it. I really felt like an ass. Sure, Miss blonde may disown me for a few seconds in the near future, but I didn't give two bantha's asses. Nor did I care about this man's ass. Though I am sure he had a nice one to shoot at if I ever got the chance. He wouldn't know that though. *looks at camera* His writer would though right? "Looks back to situation at hand*

​"Why would Lava Boars be impeding on this operation? Sure keep talking if you have to, but I need info about my own job Boss lady."

I had a feeling that nobody liked me being here at the moment.

[member="KeCholo"], [member="Miss Blonde"], [member="Elaine Thul"],

 

[KeCholo]

''This guy is getting on my nerves'' Ke'Cholo thought to himself. When [member="Satele"] gave him an odd look. Upon the very...odd behavior the man began presenting, Ke'Cholo shot him an odd look.

''Do I look like I give a chit?'' Ke'Cholo would mockingly inquire when he saw the sign. He batted it away and the sign made a loud, clang, across the floor.

Then when the man started using his submachine gun, Ke'Cholo brushed aside his warden's coat revealing his DL-44. Ke'Cholo alternate holding his cigar an drinking his coffee with his left hand and rested his right on his DL-44.

''Unless you want damage to what little you have of a brain, screw off.''