Auction Raven's Claw and Tank Auction.

[Travis Caalgen]

Caalgen glanced at the two new entrants, a mandalorian apparently and someone else he couldn't determine. His attention was diverted back to [member="Jorus Merrill"], who was still bidding against him for second lot, the man seemed familiar to him, he just couldn't pin it.

"One million, five hundred thousand. Two Victory IV-class Star Destroyers, five Tempus-class Star Frigates...and financial backing and a contract with the Galactic Empire." He sneered, a curling grin appearing on his lips.

[member="Damien Daemon"] | [member="John Ash"] | [member="Ardgal Raxis"]

 

[Ne'tra Aaray]

Buying 2 punisher pistols for 100,000 credits

 

[Ne'tra Aaray]

[member="Ardgal Raxis"] Wait, do I need to wait for a response to use the items?

 

[Lord Ajihad]

In the corner of the room sat a silent figure, leaning up against the wall with a hood pulled discreetly over hies head. No force signature radiated from this individual, appearing to just be some low-level patron looking to purchase a rifle or two.​

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He would examine the bidding for the starship. Very fast, something he could appreciate. As a matter of fact, he would likely be bidding on it if it weren't for the fact that his friend [member="Damien Daemon"] was already looking to purchase it. Instead, he would send an alternate request to the bidding stand.​

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Add 75,000 credits to the bid of Mr. Daemon on Lot A.​

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He would then silently get up out of his chair, walking over to take a seat next to his long-time ally and occasional mentor. His accent was different, not tribal and exotic as it had once been. It had more of the tone expected from some kind of foreign aristocrat. "It has been a while. How are you?"​

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[member="Atheus"] | [member="John Ash"] | [member="Mishka Larraq"] | [member="Travis Caalgen"] | [member="Ardgal Raxis"]​

 

[Bartic Myth'rand]

@Ne'tra Aaray I've been waiting for a response from [member="Ardgal Raxis"] as well.

 

[Matreya]

[member="Lord Ajihad"]

Damien offered a grin as his friend approached, rising to shake his hand then gesture to a seat opposite his own. "I knew i smelled sexy that wasn't just me." He chuckled, "I have been good, and yourself?" Holding out his bottle of scotch with an arched brow, he added, "Can you believe some of these auctions? In a single bid, people offer a dozen times what would be required to make their own versions of the Lots. They could improve on them."

He shook his head, "Such as the woman from a time ago that bankrupted her planet!"

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

The general perused the bids as they were coming in. Everything was going well and so far no one had tried to shoot the other. That was always a good sign, even more than money. Clean business was his favorite kind, and a gentlemanly auction was growing to be his most favored form. He made a mental note to do this more often.

The touch screen on his desk surface lit up with indicators of a few purchases of his sales lots. The general quickly tapped his approval and arranged the shipping of these weapon sales to the appropriate buyers. In a matter of minutes they were boxed and on their way with a nice beat convoy package to their required destinations. Attached was a business note, "Thank you for doing business with RMIA. Please come again and consider us for all your land warfare needs. --Ardgal Raxis."

[member="Bartic Myth'rand"] @Ne'tra Aaray

((OOC: thanks for your patience.))

 

[Lord Ajihad]

The Sith Lord smirked at Damien's comment and returned the handshake. At the man's gesture with the bottle of scotch, Ajihad gingerly grasped a nearby glass and slid it forward. It looked like a good-quality bottle, something the assassin just couldn't turn down in good conscience.​

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​"I have been good, thank you. And I agree, many just lack the patience or time to do such things themselves. Though I do admit, this does seem to a starfighter of high quality." He paused for a moment, eyeing the Imperial troops that had walked in. A classic auction tactic, arriving with a host of soldiers to intimidate the competition. He wasn't too worried about them, as the stormtroopers weren't exactly much of a threat to someone like him. Still, it always paid to be aware of your surroundings.​

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"Truth be told, I am not here by accident. I come seeking advice, if you're not too busy trying to pick up young women at the moment?" He made a meaningful glance at the young Mishka sitting at a nearby table, a small grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.​

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[member="Damien Daemon"]​

 

[Ne'tra Aaray]

((No K-40 Modular G-7 "Smoke 'Em" Rounds for sale? If so, where do I get them))

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="John Ash"]
Jorus tapped furiously at the encrypted comm link.

<Looks like it worked. Fether just bid seven capital ships and a serious government commitment commitment​ on a few dozen tanks. Each of those Star Destroyers is worth twice the market value of the whole lot, or more. He's just overpaid by a factor of five or so. We're absolutely stealing this stuff once he pays.>

[member="Damien Daemon"] [member="Ardgal Raxis"] [member="Travis Caalgen"]

Jorus stuffed his datapad in his pocket and stood grumpily. "I'm out. See you around, folks."

He left the room and headed for the Wretched Hive, his home and mobile workshop. Darr, Shenna, and the other outlaw techs might have a few thoughts about detecting and intercepting the delivery.

 

[John Ash]

[member="Atheus"] [member="Damien Daemon"] [member="Ardgal Raxis"] [member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Travis Caalgen"]

There seemed to be a lot of bids going into the land lot and main lot that was well over the actual value of the items in question. It was the auctioneer's dream for that outcome and it seemed he was going to get it. This was definitely the time to bow out of both lots before it just went completely out of control on his end. Now John just needed to wait for a confirmation of his items being delivered from the auctioneer that he had purchased.

Then John received the message from his "friend" who was also bidding on the land lot. He read the message over and sent the man an encrypted reply back:
<Affirmative. I have an idea to gain information on the shipment details. Will inform you if it is successful.>

John did have an idea of how he might be able to gain the shipment information. He sent an encrypted message to the auction host:
<Add on another ghost shatter rifle to my order. This one please deliver with the land lot as a congratulations gift for winning the lot. Please send me the shipment details so that I may track it's progress. There has been an increase in piracy around the Imperial space as of late. If this is possible please let me know.>

With that John sat back in his seat and waited. It was a rather shady message he knew, but it wasn't unheard of for someone to ask for the tracking information on items they purchased or to gift someone else from an auction for beating them at it. Even the part about an increase in piracy was true, but it was just because the Imperials had pushed the pirates out of their space and into the areas around them. So there was still a chance it could work, but only if the host of this auction actually entertained him.

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

Ardgal closed the dealings with a slide along the surface of his desktop. The auction was done, and pretty successfully he would conclude. At least, he had walked out with more money and gear than he had before.

"The land lot will go to the imperial Gentleman," Ardgal said nodding towards [member="Travis Caalgen"], "I hope you have room on your vessel for these to go with you, of course. I'm afraid the shipping prices on these would be rather exuberant. To say the least."

He tapped out a rather quick reply to [member="John Ash"], "I will notify you when the deliver has been successfully completed. However, to protect the identity of our couriers I am not allowed to say where or provide tracking for shipments. Thank you for doing bsuiness with RMIA, I can assure you that your shipment shall arrive as needed. Feel free to contact us again for all your overland warfare needs."

The Ship would go, all but uncontested to [member="Lord Ajihad"] and [member="Damien Daemon"]. The general could arrange for there to be some sort of--well shipping detail, but he was sure they would want to fly it home, after all that was the type of ship you didn't ram in a cargohold, it was one you let out in the wild.

And with that, he closed the sale up and continued with the rest of his business day.

((Thank you all for participating! I hope you all enjoyed this little experiment of an auction! I enjoyed your diverse writing styles.))

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Ardgal Raxis"] [member="John Ash"] [member="Travis Caalgen"]

The situation had shifted. Ash's ploy hadn't paid off, and the seller wouldn't be delivering. As outlaw techs tried to get a handle on the nearby Imperial presence and the location of the merchandise, Jorus kept evaluating possibilities.

<Here's the options. Get into the tanks before the handover; plant a bomb or a tracking beacon. Risks: crossing MRIA on home turf. Get a beacon or bomb on the ship the Imps used, probably a shuttle. Risks: probably not the ship they'll use to move the merch. Also, we're very close to Imperial territory, which doesn't give us much time to intercept even if we're successful at planting a beacon. And that's assuming they don't just call in a fee Star Destroyers for escort. I don't see any reasonable way to get our hands on those tanks now. Best we can realistically do is plant a time bomb on the outside of the shuttle, if he came by shuttle. Rewired maintenance droid ought to do it, and my techs can whip that up no problem. If we're really, really lucky, it'll detonate after the shuttle has boarded its mothership. Might create a window of opportunity for other options. Thoughts?>

 

[Matreya]

[member="Lord Ajihad"]

Damien chuckled at Ajihads words, "Pick up a woman? Please. Deneve would butcher her, then take my manhood and put it in a vice. Im a good boy. I remember my wife." At that he laughed heartily, "I offered to her because, if it is true, and she is a Larraq, she is a heavy hitter on the play board. She just doesnt know it yet."

"But yeah, i got time to talk, whats up?" Damien asked then gestured at a man whom approached about their winning bid. He would examine the ship soon enough. Right now one of the only people alive he called a friend wished to talk.

 

[Lord Ajihad]

Ajihad watched the unfolding situation with discreet curiosity. Things were starting to go downhill for [member="Jorus Merrill"] and [member="John Ash"], though that was a matter of perspective. In Ajihad's mind, whoever bid that much on a few tanks was the true loser of the auction. He could feel the tension in air, reaching its climax as the Jedi stormed out after typing a furious message on his comm link. He wondered what the losing bidder might be up to.​

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He turned his attention back to Damien, the proud new owner of a rather speedy-looking starship. The former Sith Lord had mentored him in the art of Force Walk, a rare ability that likely nobody else could have taught him. Again, the assassin would seek him out in a bid to augment his skills and knowledge of the force.​

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"Two things, actually. I'm looking to delve deeper into the secrets of alchemy, and your reputation precedes you as one of the best in the galaxy at such things. If you can ever spare the time, I was wondering if you might be able to at least give me some basic training in art. Any assistance at all would be much appreciated." He paused a moment, before making his second request. "I also remember you mentioning a few years back that you knew someone, a master of stealth that could evade some of the greatest hunters in the galaxy. For the death of me, I cannot remember the man's name. I am very much eager to improve my ability as an assassin, even more so than my lacking skill in alchemy. I look to seek him out. Can you help me?"​

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[member="Damien Daemon"]​

 

[Matreya]

Damien arched a brow at the requests. Alchemy was something he knew Ajihad would have potential for, if not for their linking giving him a likely natural talent, he was also simply quick witted and a controlled man. But what were the odds that he would release Zaiden's spirit less than a week and a half ago, then someone comes looking for him? Has Ashin already made her end of the deal complete? Had she put his Spirit to a new form?

"Stop by my Workshop sometime. You can learn Alchemy there." Damien murmured then shrugged and put a hand into his opposite forearm. Activating the ChronoPro watch found there, he began typing on the projected Holoscreen. In a few moments a picture of Zaiden James-Greyson appeared.

"Observe the face. I cannot say for sure whether he lives... Yet. I can say that he will likely be found here, if he is. Just seek him out. Do not try to fool him however. Regardless the level of power he currently has, his knowledge stretches over much, including near Mastery of every fething type of Force Stealth i have ever even heard of." At that Damien showed coordinates for the known Estates Zaiden held, on Dantooine and Tatooine.

[member="Lord Ajihad"]

 

[Lord Ajihad]

Ajihad examined the information with a keen eye. The official record stated that he had been dead for some time now, though it seemed this had changed as of late. He had estates in the Outer Rim and Wild Space, both places ideal for someone wanting to lay low. Tatooine would be more difficult for him to access, given its proximity to the Imperial Remnant and the fact it was closely watched by the Trade Queen herself. Dantooine, however, was easy pickings. It was currently located in Primeval territory, a faction he was closely aligned to. They wouldn't give him any trouble if he chose to explore there.​

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After several moments of silence, the assassin would turn his head back to Damien. "What is your relation to this man, exactly?"​

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[member="Damien Daemon"]​

 

[Matreya]

"Zaiden?" Damien said, then without flinching added, "I killed him then bound his soul to my body. To say his influence on my power went unnoticed, would be an outright lie of the boldest variety." Damien paused, "We were rivals for nearly a hundred years.. Once there were dual jobs put on a target, a hit and a bounty for bringing him in alive. Zaiden fought for the kill, and I for the bounty. It became a new thing up until i retired from Bounty Hunting."

[member="Lord Ajihad"]

 

[Lord Ajihad]

Ajihad nodded. He was never aware of any of this as long as he had known Damien. Still, given the man's odd reaction he supposed it all made sense. After all these years, for one's arch-nemesis to come back... He couldn't imagine how he would feel if Zambrano the Hutt made a return to the world of the living. An unnerving concept indeed.​

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As he observed how obviously unsettled his ally was, he figured it best to leave him alone to his thoughts. It was better to sort matters like this out on your own, so Ajihad had come to learn. He would finish off his glass of whiskey, savoring the warm sting as it washed down his throat. He got up out of his chair, shaking the alchemist's hand one last time. "It was good seeing you again, old friend. You can expect me at your shop soon enough, after I am finished with my trivial quest. Thank you for the information you provided, and I do hope you enjoy your new ship."​

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​With that, the assassin would head out of the bar. His footfalls made no noise on the hardwood floor, an uncanny occurrence that none seemed to notice. It was a decent walk to his ship, as it was parked at the edge of a nearby bog. His mind raced as he stalked off into the night, totally focused on the journey ahead.​

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[member="Damien Daemon"]​