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So, show me what you got

Miss Blonde

Trying to be straight in a crooked Galaxy
It was about eleven or so at night on Nar Shadda, and it was business as usual on the republic. Policing forces were busy dealing with the crime left over from the black sun occupation, and it was a twenty four hour operation. So at times they looked over or just didn't bother to notice a few enemies of the state, the Red Raven criminal syndicate. This particular gang had shown interest in a company based off this world and wished to enquire services about buying, funding, and helping this company help them. Gun were always needed and if this particular person [member="Val Cardin"] could deliver, the ravens would make him a very wealthy man.

So the Executive Assistant to the president himself awaited a meeting a night club in Nar'Shadda. The club was simply known as Zero and it was a bizarre place to say the least. It was a place where people could indulge their darker natures with drugs, sex, and dancing away from the watching eyes of big brother republic. So the VIP section was the perfect place a meeting like this.

Patricia wore a large white coat and underneath that was up to the imagination, but the large fury coat covered her body completely. She awaited the arrival of this man so she could hear what he had to say. Patricia simply tapped her red heels on the floor and waited for the man to show up.
 
Val had gotten an interesting message earlier. Looked like the Ravens were interested in his company. He walked into the club with a smile spread across his face. They called this place Zero, a pretty weird name. Cardin entered, and immediately headed over to the bar. He ordered a pretty basic drink, no funny colors, or anything crazy like that. He looked around the club, trying to find the girl who had been described to him. Cardin spotted her across the room, and started heading her way.

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"]
 

Miss Blonde

Trying to be straight in a crooked Galaxy
[member="Val Cardin"]

Patricia sat in the VIP section, with her a glass of water and few Mirari body guard droids holding blaster rifles. The woman sat back in her fuzzy white coat and red high heels and gave the man a hungry smile. The club all the while was positively alive, music was banging and bodies were dancing on he floor like the end was nigh. Oddities walked through the club and some folk wore tight form fitting body gloves, some of leather and others of translucent nylon that gave onlookers a very nice view of what lay beneath. Passing Val a woman in a police officer uniform for strippers tugged on a leash and behind her bound by it a man in a business suit that looked torn to pieces dragged along. It was a pretty weird sight, but there was one thing about the club. It was very safe when it came to the wandering eyes and wars of the republic.

The woman smiled again and the young CEO approached her. His young company looked to be a promising investment and he looked to be one himself. All it took was the right... motivation. And he would make an excellent raven and foothold for the criminal syndicate to expand business into republic territory.

"Please sit." She said to him loudly over the music. As soon as he closed in she would activate the sound damp abets and they could have privacy to talk
 
Val rolled his eyes at the wild costumes in the club. He moved past the guards, and raised his glass in salute, giving each of them a sarcastic smile. He walked into the booth, and was already moving to sit when Patricia invited him two. Cardin smiled as the sound was suddenly cut off, and knew they'd be able to talk now. "Neat trick." He gestured to the guards with his glass, and then finished it off. "Droids are way cheaper than those guys. Speaking of which, Val Cardin, nice to meet ya'." He set his glass down, and held out a hand for a shake. "I'd be more than willing to replace those guys with some shiny metal, given the right price." He winked, and leaned back in his seat, arms moving to rest on it's back.

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"]
 

Miss Blonde

Trying to be straight in a crooked Galaxy
[member="Val Cardin"]

Patricia didn't shake the man's hand on general principle, there was a lot of ways to kill someone in slipping your hand in a translucent material and coating it in a toxin. Cardin was cute and all but she didn't quite trust him at this second, perhaps later throughout the night there be more touching... but until then she wanted to get the measure of the man. The sound barrier hissed as the man crossed the threshold and the sounds of the club faded into low pulses of bass notes and rabble that was equivalent of a busy but quiet library.

"I rather like my guards as is thank you. But already talking about price, I like that." The cute blonde said with a smile that would put most toothpaste adds to shame.

"So tell me Mister Cardin what can your company do for the ravens? What puts you ahead of the curb when it comes to military grade weapons?" She crossed her slender bare legend as she spoke and tapped her heel on the ground hoping this man wasn't more than good looks and veiled promises
 
"Well, we haven't got the best production lines around, but I'm sure you and your friends can help with that. As for tech, well..." Val had brought CEP's newest product with him. While it may not have been the thing the Ravens needed the most, it was a step in the right direction. He slid up his leather sleeve, revealing a rather busty commpad on his wrist. "The C1-Commpad. Built for the soldier. Some of your guards might like it, actually. Durable. Screen's pretty hard to crack. Complete durasteel, and each one can be connected to others." He took it off, and tossed it down onto the table between them. It made a pretty loud bang as it hit the table.

"The Ravens may not have the organized armies that the Republic has, or the Sith, but they do have quite a few guards like yours. I would ask, though: what do the Ravens need? Guns, droids, armor? I've got a nice idea to make smuggling a bit easier."

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"]
 

Miss Blonde

Trying to be straight in a crooked Galaxy
[member="Val Cardin"]

With the recent contract signed by Stargo Defense Enterprise it was safe to say they didn't need droids at the moment. That corporation had the droid department covered. What they needed from a smaller company that wasn't currently mass producing droids and starships were two things. Tech and guns. The reason behind this being they could commission more detailed weapons and have it made on a more high quality and minor produced ratio.

"Droids and tech Is what we require from you." She said answering his question.

She shortly after picked up the disgustingly bulgy commpad and inspected it. It was a bit bulgy and while she would never use it the girl could see how it had practical applications for the more gung-ho people in their organization. After her inspection she set the pad down gently and gave the man a neutral mask to not tell the man how she felt about the device. She liked it, but he didn't need to know that. So Patricia adjusted herself in her seat and moved on to the next topic after giving him her thoughts on the device

"It will suffice." She retorted and birdied herself in her fluffle white coat

"Now let's move on to other topics, your company is looking to expand yes?"
 
Val chuckled after she finished observing the comm. He grabbed it back of the table, and started putting it back on his arm. This game was a new one to him, but he was a fast learner. As he finished strapping the device on his arm, he spoke up. "Alright. I can do that. Weapons and tech. I can do that. But, you're right, we are looking to expand. Right now, my show can certainly handle the level of productions the Raven's want...but..." He looked up from his arm, and looked her in the eyes.

The ragged pilot was giving her his best, 'come hither' look. Whether it worked or not, which it probably wouldn't, was up in the air. "Well, maybe we can work something out. You give me a new HQ, and I'll give you more damned guns than any Hutt can dream of." Val hadn't realized it, but he'd been learning forward as he spoke. Slowly, he leaned back in the booth, and raised an eyebrow for Patricia's response.

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"]
 

Miss Blonde

Trying to be straight in a crooked Galaxy
[member="Val Cardin"]

Patricia soaked in the man's words and listened to what he had to say quite intently, he wanted a new HQ did he? Perhaps something could be worked out and it would make life easier than smuggling guns from republic space to antecedent every five minutes. So it was quite practical to move the location to a destination that she saw fit for his company. This was not a democracy, this was a dictatorship and Patricia was Palpatine, only with boobs and generally not looking like she was dying. But that didn't mean she couldn't sweeten the metaphorical pot for the man, there was more than one way to skin a rabbit.

"Well Mister Cardin let's talk." She smiled brightly and stood up the long white fuzzy coat keeping her covered up but still showing a gracious amount of leg.

Step by step her red high heels clacked against the polished stone floor of the club until she stood over the man sitting down. The tiny five foot two agent didn't sit down next to him or the table in front of him. She giggled at his come hither look and she sat down on his lap, her small and tender form pressing up against his and melting on him. Patricia mused softly and put her small arm around the man's shoulder as she exuded massive amounts of femininity and lust.

"So you want a new headquarters for your company? I can see to that, and much more." She said and almost like liquid her arm flowed out of the first sleeve of the fluffy white coat to reveal a slender shoulder and collarbone. And a dawning realization would hopefully come over the man that the fluffy white coat was all she was wearing.

"Now, if you are to have a headquarters the only sensible place would be Antecedent. It's a booming metropolis with resources to boot, like a mini coruscant. These are the terms, if you accept well let's just say I'm going to make you a very happy man tonight. And not just fiscally." She said as she placed his hand on her pale and pretty thigh to emphasize the point. It was a pretty sweet deal all things considered.
 
Val raised an eyebrow as Patricia sat down on his lap. He smirked at her, and just chuckled to himself. It seemed like the Ravens always threw beautiful women at him to get him on their side. Either he was special, or they just had an excess of beautiful women. Either way, it worked for him. He nodded his head, pretending to think about the deal. He was willing to work with them no matter what the terms, he knew that. The only thing Val didn't know was what those terms would be. Now he did.

"I could live on Antecedent. Not a bad place. We'd have to sign a contract. Make it official, ya'know?" He winked at her, and patted his hand where it rested on her thigh. It was in that moment, that Val did indeed realize she was only wearing the fur coat.

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"]
 

Miss Blonde

Trying to be straight in a crooked Galaxy
[member="Val Cardin"]

Patricia giggled and let her back rest against the man's chest, she was soft yet firm and was quite light. She smiled at his words and raising her right arm out of the other sleeve she barely kept the coat letting it primarily rest on her bare left shoulder. The woman moved to her right forearm and her Browncoat data logger activated and the holographic screen that was tough and sturdy activated and she began to tinker with it to bring up the contract she had readied for the occasion. Bellow it had entailed everything from work permits, properties, licenses to do business, all of the needed paperwork where the man could initial away. Then there was the actual contract bellow.

His company could sell to the open market with their products but bulk orders would be reserved for the ravens. Anything over a hundred units would be the max of weapons they could sell to individuals of Raven designed weaponry and tech. They could however sell larger bulk items to other contracted factions and organizations but the ravens wanted to limit the amount of gear that belonged to them to the galaxy. In exchange the company would be given a new headquarters and decent sized factory on antecedent. They would be paid annually by the ravens to compensate for the inability to sell in bulk to the public, so the package was a headquarters building and a modest factory to start. All Cardin had to do was sign and drive

"Please sign here." She said holding out a little stylist for the man as she held out her slender arm for him.

She then turned around on him so she was facing him the coat barely holding on to what was there but giving the man a very good view at what was in front of him.

"Sign it and I can take you." Most men would just hopefully skim over contracts when you threw friendly boobs in their face. She was not planning on staying here and waiting for the man to go over all ten pages of said contract. Just sign it and let's do the deed was her plan.
 
Val, indeed, had no plans of reading through the whole contract. He skimmed through each paragraph, initialing and signing where need be. The contract would do, for now. He may not be able to sell much to the public, but that wasn't his plan. At least he could contract with other organizations. Plus, he got a shiny new factory and headquarters. Speaking of shiny new things...

Val looked at Patricia and held the datapad out for her. "I am at your service." He winked at her. His mind flashed to [member="Dakita Calfur"] for a moment. The Zeltron he'd...befriended. Val looked Patricia up and down again. Ah, kark, why not? he thought.

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"]
 

Miss Blonde

Trying to be straight in a crooked Galaxy
[member="Val Cardin"]

Patricia took the stylist, signed off on everything that needed her signature and sighed with contempt now that the boring business was taken care of. The contract was done and he was now becoming a very successful businessman, new factories, and pretty girls at parties, it was a life of a young budding CEO. So Patricia smiled brightly and the screen on her data logger shut off and powered down after sending copies to the documents to raven headquarters and Val's computer.

"Well I say it's time to celebrate." She said with a little wolffish grin.

The woman giggled and began to run her hands through his hair kissing his neck as she moved her hands back down to unbutton his shirt. Patricia too was from Zeltros, but while she was just a vanilla human she had taken in and was raised by that culture... But needless to say she was well versed in the party lifestyle. Stopping at around the third button the woman lost the ability to contain herself and simply ripped the shirt off the man buttons flying and everything. Ditching the coat she tackled the man to the floor where they would spend around the better half of an hour doing things that grown ups did in scary nightclubs that catered to sex drugs and rock and roll.

Fin
 

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