Of Machines and Men [Red Ravens]

[Lysle of the Hydian Way]

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Lysle checked his Nas-Tech Wrist Mounted Datapad. Local time dictated it was only 10:07pm, but it felt far later than that. Neon lights strafed across the night sky, blurring the vision of those that dare look into their powerful radiance. In a small restaurant above the streets of a suburb known as Little Coruscant, was where he sat. He knew that out the back was a warehouse with a wide swath of room for shipments. Sometimes it was also host to illegal shockboxing matches, a favourite on the world of Antecedent. The citizens here had never seen its like before. Lysle was waiting on a contact from a company that was offering to sell him equipment for his PMC. Gentle music nursed and soothed his senses as he waited.

[member="Tara Lasood"]

 

[Alndys]

[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]

Good companies like Blas-tech didn't do business with shady mercenaries, criminal syndicates, or potential terrorists. Yet those same groups tended to favour the reliable, inexpensive weaponry that a Galaxy leader like Blas-tech could provide and somehow always wound up armed with their merchandise. How?

A little magic called plausible deniability and subsidiary corporations.

Tara Lasood, leader of one of those subsidies, cast a mildly critical eye over the interior of the mildly seedy restaurant her work had brought her to. The floor groaned slightly under her prosthetic leg, indicating poor maintenance. The air was thick and heavy, indicating scents they'd rather not be obvious.

Meaning it'd likely be alright if she lit up.

Allowing a professional, friendly smile, Tara spotted her contact waiting for her and slid over to manage a greeting. "Lysle, yes?" The tall woman asked, offering a handshake. "I'm Tara - we exchanged a few holomails this morning."

 

[Lysle of the Hydian Way]

"Yes?" he answered. His eyes dived south to see the extended hand, holding out his hand in turn and shaking hers thoroughly. "I recall, a pleasure to meet you, Tara." Lysle pulled something from his lap, laying it flat on the table. It was a datapad with data pouring down the screen. It was his half of a potential contract between Tara and Lysle. It detailed the terms of which his business would utilise the equipment he was to purchase. Namely the contract held no mention of the Red Ravens, but rather had a tag of The Miners Association of Antecedent. A means to distract any prying eyes from connecting Blas-Tech's subsidiary to the Red Ravens. Under the contract it would be labelled that any military-grade equipment would be used as a means of defence against pirates during mining operations. "I believe this is for you." Lysle pushed the datapad towards her. "I'm sure you have something for me?"