Special Order

[Cassandra Paige]

Maybe they needed a conference room, she thought to herself as she stood to welcome her next appointment into her office. Well, perhaps they didn't need one, but.... unique custom orders were starting to become the norm, and it would be easier to start scheduling them with a couple of the scientists to consult immediately, rather than have to track them down later. It would be awkward if she agreed to a custom order that they ended up unable to deliver on.

He was her three o'clock today. Human this time fortunately. The details of his request were scant, just enough that she was certain it could be within GenPal's wheelhouse. She was pleasantly surprised to find that some people saw greater potential in her operation. More than just large doe eyes and cute little squeaks. That was what would make the company successful, she knew without a doubt. An empty niche in the market, easy to exploit. But there was so much more than that.

Dressed in a white, she paused at the corner of her desk as the double doors to her office opened, admitting [member="Ostanes"] . There was a smile on her face, and the redhead stepped forward to greet him, her hand proceeding to shake his.

"Welcome to GenPal Headquarters," she said cheerfully. "I'm Cassandra Paige."

 

[Julius Sedaire]

The face was older, heavily lined and wrinkled. Time in the places Ostanes had been aged you, and you gave up much for the wisdom he had obtained. Clothing was white, like the woman who greeted him, but of a heavy and rich weave of linen and silk. A simple business suit with no tie, golden cufflinks with kyber crystal studs. A casual observer would see a sharply dressed elder whose eyes held the sharp and piercing gaze of a much younger man. A deeper inspection would reveal an air of shrouded power and wisdom, and a dark hollow to the eyes in moments of rest. And the subtle touches of Sith Magic and other arcane arts both dark and bright touched almost everything about him in some way or the other. Perhaps the only mundane thing was an oblong box three feet in length tucked under one arm. It appeared nothing more than couriers locking shipment box, except every inch was scrawled with warnings to not open in almost every language imaginable. When he spoke it was with a deep and rich tone with a hint of a rasp and shadow of a knowing smirk playing.

"Ahhhh, Miss Paige. It is a pleasure to be here and to make your acquaintance. I am glad your company responded so quickly, and in such a positive manner. Shall we discuss then, the business of the hour?"

[member="Cassandra Paige"]

 

[Cassandra Paige]

[member="Ostanes"]

They shook and she motioned him to one of the chairs on this side of the desk.

Cass herself was a non-force user, and had spent little and less time acquainting herself with the vagaries of their nature. What she saw was an older man with money to burn (or he would not be here). One with taste, consideration, and discretion. Traits she respected far more than anything that might have to do with the Force.

"Mmm, your initial message interested me. Our scientists here at GenPals are hard at work creating new animals for our various lines, but some of them, shall we say, appreciate a challenge. I suspect that is what you are bringing me. Can I get you something to drink? Caf or tea?"

Of course, Cass herself wouldn't be getting it. If he did want something, she would buzz a button on her desk, which would alert her assistant who would fetch the desired beverage and something for Cass herself.

 

[Julius Sedaire]

"Tea. Ginger, with a wedge of lemon and no sugar or milk, if you have such. And yes, I won't lie, it is a bit of a challenge. I have some small experience with cloning and replicating flesh for my research. But replicating a creature that is so heavily connected to the Force as this being. In fact, it's entire existence is primarily in another plane, and can only be summoned into physical being by a rather complex and boring ritual."

Here he paused and sat in the indicated chair with a sigh, muttering about old bones. With an almost flourish, he produced a slender dataslate and a thick cream folder full of flimsi paper. Notes, diagrams, sketches and scientific research all in a curling and wandering spider-hand of penmanship. Smiling, he crossed his legs with his left foot over his right leg, ankle across the knee, with his foot bouncing about jauntily as if to some unheard song. Though from within his coat he produced a thin envelope sealed, and it floated from his hand to land on the middle of the desk easily, a clear nod to his ability, but also done not so much to show off or cow someone so much as the gesture of one well used to doing so normally.

"That is a bit of a hobby of mine, tea. That's a particularly nice chai blend. Bit of clove and orange peel added. Very good taste. If you yourself appreciate such, feel free to indulge. If not, by all means, find an employee or two who do. My gift to you and yours for being so kind to an eccentric old man... Now... Do you need to see the specimen remains?"

[member="Cassandra Paige"]

 

[Cassandra Paige]

Oh goodness it was another one of those.

Her smile didn't falter as she pushed the button on her desk to have tea brought in for him.

She was as surprised as anyone at the number of Force Users who had crawled out of the woodwork in response to GenPals. Cass's responses and opinions about them was.... complicated. On the surface, especially in business, she was effusively polite. After all, most of them could break her neck or require her to meow like a cat with nothing more than a twitch of their thoughts. Beneath that, however, her opinion of them wasn't particularly high. As far as she was concerned most of them thought they were better than the rest of them- those that could not wield their oh so precious Force. Below that was something even Cass rarely admitted to herself. Below that was jealousy.

But with long practice, it was easy to keep those responses schooled beyond the surface friendliness. Short of poking around in her head, it was impossible to tell it from genuine interest as she folded her hands on her desk.

And he'd brought a gift. How droll.

"Oh that sounds very good indeed, thank you."

Cass hated tea.

At the mention of seeing the specimen itself, there a small hint came through, her nose wrinkling for a moment before she shook her head.

"No, that won't be necessary. I trust that someone who has come all of this way at such expense can be trusted to be offering the sample he says, yes?" She smiled brilliantly, a flash of perfect teeth.

"I admit I've never heard of a creature like what you have described. What is it called?"

[member="Ostanes"]