Private Surface Detail

[Solitaire]

He lifted his knife hand and waved the blade as if to wag his finger.

"You had it right on the first time. Nova Bells are native to this world, but like so many things, they went the way of the Taung. I wouldn't expect you to know that though. Many people don't even consider what was here before the city."

His hand dropped and the carving continued. Up to this point he still hadn't raised his head to look at her, but he saw her polished black ebony perfectly.

"Your lack of appreciation of history is made up by your stylish flair."

Finally, he rose after collecting blade and carving in one hand, while offering the other to shake.

"Jihun spoke highly of you, let's hope that you don't disappoint."

Malcoma Hesse

 

[Malcoma Hesse]

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A nod said it all, but she did as well anyway. "I'll keep that in mind, Mr...." A small smile with the façade of politeness regardless of if he introduced himself or simply moved the conversation on. And then she did shake. "Between you two, girl's gonna get a complex," she said with her signature mix of austere chaff. "As much as I love to chit chat-" she didn't, "-I do believe I have somewhere to be. Point me in the general direction?"

 

[Solitaire]

His hazel eyes were visible beneath the faceplate, so she would almost be able to see them crinkle as he found humor in some of her words.

"Don't say that to Jihun, that would just devastate him. You can just call me Mr. Krill."

Jihun had a thing for Malcoma, but then Jihun had a thing for almost every woman with a pulse. That's why the more delicate aspects of the business was handled by Solitaire.

He suddenly dropped her hand as if he made a mistake initially holding it.

"Follow me." Careful to step around the pile, he quickly jogged up the gilded steps toward the interior. It was just as ostentatious inside, chromium and real rosewood paneling lining every inch of textured walls that looked more ceramic than metal.

"We're quite secure now, so I can be frank," he said, moving towards the stairs for the upper levels of the courier, for the lobby. "It should be obvious that we didn't hire you for your front organization - overpriced whores are a dime a dozen on Coruscant - but the underlying intelligence apparatus. We've had an eye on you since you dug your claws into Develyn Kane and the UCP. A shame that investment didn't work out, but that's just how it goes."

Upstairs on the lobby level, he plopped down on a plush black seat with refreshments waiting on a table - all for Malcoma obviously.

"We would like to bring your true operations into the fold, and help us with a little project of our own."

*Aubresh for "K"

Malcoma Hesse