Make Those Moves

[Asharad Graush]

A meeting was set for today.

One with a much older company than Vitiate was. Though A'sharad had exterminated his former board of directors, he had set about employing advisors to determine what companies would be best suited for working with the Sith Corporation. Naturally, it'd be kept from public knowledge that it was headed by a single Sith Lord.

Still, A'sharad Graush, lesser known as Darth Vyrassu was travelling through hyperspace on the Typhojem, just skimming the edge of First Order Space.

"Drop us out of Hyperspace," he said from his conference room which was more akin to his private chambers on the prototype warship. His commlink was activated, a holoprojector prepared to project his image across the Galaxy to whoever it was he was meeting.

There was a confirmation, and then the ship came out of hyperspace as if it had never known the difference between the different planes.

Rising up from his chair, as the one who broached the subtract of a contract, it was only right that he send the initial message.

The Sith Pureblood offshoot rose from his feet and activated the holoprojector, and sent the HoloCall before returning to his seat.

[member="Judah Dashiell"]

 

[Judah Dashiell]

[member="Asharad Graush"] | Hast , Edge of Wild Space



Yawning, Judah moved throughout the Sirena to settle in the lounge, planning for a holocall about a new contract. It was late on Hast, a world he had been scouting recently for expansion. Much like Tabaqui, it was raw and untamed without much in the way. Perfect for setting up shop. Salacia always found it easier to work with local planet side councils and governments rather than large, over reaching territories.


Holocall had connected, the image of a man filling his vision. It appeared the other was on the ship as well. Most business types were on the run lately, trying to cash in on the wake of the collapse of the Sith and Republic respectively.


"Greetings. I'm Judah Dashiell, owner of Salacia Consolidated. I hear you're interested in our little company?"

 

[Asharad Graush]

Cashing in on the collapse of the Sith and the Republic was right, though more so the former than the latter. With no connections to the latter, A'sharad had no opportunities or reasons to throw himself so far away from his new home. Besides, his Father had seen that the Republic would be of no interest to his son, A'sharad, other than they were the organization that gave way to the One Sith Empire's triumphant rise.

"A'sharad Graush," he replied crisply. Short, concise, and completely business. They weren't friends, they probably wouldn't become friends after a few minutes of conversation, but it was possible that they could respect each other's businesses. That's what he aimed for. Mutual respect for each other's corporations, enough that a contract could be signed. "Indeed," the Sith said.

"It's come to my attention, no thanks to my advisors, that, Salacia Consolidated works with droids." There was a pause to allow time for a confirming nod or reply. Always straight for the kill, beyond names, those were the only pleasantries the Sith Knight would entertain. "My company has failed in that regard," he explained. "I am curious as to the sort of droids you can construct."

[member="Judah Dashiell"]

 

[Judah Dashiell]

[member="Asharad Graush"]



It wasn't the first time Judah had dealt with the strictly business type of potential contracts. Everyone had their preferences of course. Some companies realized they needed services and begrudgingly reached out. Others might have issues with political alignments or worries over competition. Either way, it didn't matter in the end.


His fellow businessman was amusing to him though. Failed was a bit of a harsh word to describe one's business. Especially to a potential competitor. Unless it was a clever ruse. Mr.Graush was proving to be a slightly difficult read.


"Correct Mr.Graush." A slight pause. "It depends on the client. I've got mining droids, energy collection droids, ones that deal in transportation. We're not too keen on building death machines but everything else is considered."

 

[Asharad Graush]

A'sharad Graush liked to put things the way they were. Had Vitiate failed in regards to droid manufacturing? Utterly. They had no droids to sell to the Galaxy, and much of their construction projects were performed either by their zuguruks using the Force, or re-purposing decommissioned droids to be used for construction. Lots of breakdowns, malfunctions, and amongst the combative Sith species? Plenty of bloodshed over matters they couldn't solve on their own.

A'sharad changed none of it, other than a few executions here and there to stow the flow of bloodshed. Nothing brought Sith to heel like a show of power.

"In regards to war machines, Vitiate has no need for them." Millions of Sith on a single planet to fight. Who would need war droids anyway? "The droids that you mentioned, mining, energy collection, and transportation droids." He paused, gathered his thoughts. "Those would be of use to my company," he said.

[member="Judah Dashiell"]

 

[Judah Dashiell]

[member="Asharad Graush"]


"I see."


Judah mentally flipped through their short catalog of droids. Salacia had been interested in underwater mining for a period of time before selling off the subsidiary. A bit of a mistake really. While it had allowed them to expand and grow, the raw materials alone had been worth it.


"Would you like an existing product or something exclusive to Vitiate? I would personally suggest the latter but it will take some time in order to get the design and production underway."

 

[Asharad Graush]

A seemingly easy decision to make.

Existing product, or one that would be exclusive to Vitiate?

[member="Judah Dashiell"] himself had suggested the latter. A'sharad nodded along with that, the latter it was.

"The latter it is. And for the amount of time it'll take, it matters not. Until the droids are delivered, Vitiate will make do," he said with a casual glance to the left. Something was going on, on the ship, and his golden orbs had shot daggers at Arvengis, one of his Pureblood bodyguards, and off screen they hurried out of the room to find out what it was, and then A'sharad was turning back to the holoprojector with an almost pleasant smile on his face.

"I've also come to understand that Salacia Consolidated has access to a shipyard."

 

[Judah Dashiell]

[member="Asharad Graush"]


"We can draw up plans for such a droid then. You'll have to send me a message on what it is you're exactly looking for. From there I can send it over to the design team. It won't be hard to dedicate a facility to sole production in order to get your droids to you in a much more timely and efficient manner."


A slight pause, Judah narrowed his eyes. Most of Salacia's holdings were known given the size of the company.


"We have a very small shipyard on Fondor, yes."

 

[Asharad Graush]

A'sharad nodded.

"You'll have a message the following morning." What time was it on Yalara anyway? The Sith would be having to get back to his First Order compound before the end of the night. Should anything happen and there wasn't him, the commanding officer of the entire unit present, he was certainly going to get flak for it.

Even through the holoprojector, it was capable of projecting the narrowed eyes.

At least he was cautious.

An explanation was in order, albeit, a grudging one.

"Vitiate works closely with the First Order. I'm sure you'll believe me when I say Imperials believe it their right to investigate everything," he says musingly. Evidently, it was a pain to have a facility set up in First Order Space. "My second proposal is to use the shipyard at Fondor for prototypes and projects rather than be subject to being seized by... them," he said. Had his words been chosen carefully? He thought so, though the way he spoke suggested he was more than confident in his demeanour. "Rent would be paid for the time used, of course."

[member="Judah Dashiell"]

 

[Judah Dashiell]

[member="Asharad Graush"]


Judah waved a hand.


"That's fine. I'll alert a few departments after our conversation, let them know." The droids for Vitiate would be squeezed in the production schedule. Letting the main facility on Tabaqui know about the plans would give them time to plan, add shifts and the like.


There was silence as he took in the words of the other man. Judah wasn't sure what to think. Shipyards were a dime a dozen. Good ones were a little harder to find, but they were out there. Finding ones with a bit of secrecy were difficult.


Questions still remained.


"You are aware Fondor is in Galactic Alliance territory. If your company is well known to support the First Order it could cause some problems for yourself. I'm not worried about my shipyard, it just seems a bit...odd.....to set up in enemy territory, so to speak."

 

[Asharad Graush]

A'sharad nodded in regards to the first point of [member="Judah Dashiell"]. The droid designers would be made aware on his end, and the same would be done on A'sharad's end.

"The Galactic Alliance is no enemy of my company," the Sith said. "You, do not speak for the Galactic Alliance?" There was emphasis placed on one of the words. But the words that had followed were phrased as a question. A'sharad could only hope that the inquiry was made clear.

And then his next words were, "My cards... Or chips, rather, will fall as they may. It is, however, up to you to accept." There was a slight nod of his head.

 

[Judah Dashiell]

[member="Asharad Graush"] was beginning to piss him off. The business world was filled with his type and frankly wouldn't be the first nor last time he would have to deal with such a business sentient. Annoyance was showing through his normal farmboy, easy going personality. Droid production for a company was one thing. Typically quick and painless with typical written message communication.


Judah was concerned Vitiate was stupid enough to dig in their heels with the Galactic Alliance. If his spaceport got damaged....


"No. Not interested in renting it." A pause. "I am interested in selling however."

 

[Asharad Graush]

Was he mad? It sure looked like it, A'sharad realized, though he couldn't guess as to why. A'sharad was naturally drawn to making poor mistakes, never identifying them as such until it was too late. But those happened rarely. What would give him cause to ever think he was making a mistake, if one had yet to be exploited by a flaw? It didn't matter if he was mad, A'sharad decided, but his face didn't transform to reflect his realization of the subtle changes in his speech and facial expression.

Though the final words did interest him.

Selling.

Fondor's.

Shipyards.

"How much?"

[member="Judah Dashiell"]

 

[Judah Dashiell]

[member="Asharad Graush"]

Spoiler

OOC : Incredibly sorry, I thought I replied to this! >.<

Truth be told, he had been outgrowing Fondor's small shipyard for some time. Growing pains. Not to mention his company wasn't even focused on that sector of the galaxy. Judah had bought the shipyard from another company during the Omega Protectorate days, small enough to handle their small vessels. He needed something closer to the various operations. It wasn't making sense to keep things so spread apart. Bad for profit margins.


So he named a reasonable price.



"I understand if you need a moment to mull it over."

 

[Asharad Graush]

[member="Judah Dashiell"]

A'sharad waited for the given prince and his face didn't transform at all. As it should be when you were desensitized to emotions and taught to feel and react to nothing.

"Deal."

 

[Judah Dashiell]

[member="Asharad Graush"]


Normally such a deal would settle with a handshake. Not so in a holoconference. Either way Judah was more than relieved to be done with the Fondor shipyards. They were a bit out of the way in terms of expansion plans. Refocus and redirect and right now that focus was in a different part of the 'verse.


"Excellent. I'll make sure the deal is finalized through on my end, most likely during finalization of your droid."