Take me home

[Corey's OOC]

Marek Starchaser had to sneak himself into Corellia, something he was used to doing. Taking the Flow the Santhe Corp gunboat he was using for his Tion business, it wasn't hard. The ship was unrecognized, new, and well, he knew how to get onto his homeworld. This was the biggest issue he had with the war against the Omegas. They were who were recognized as the leaders.

But still, home was home. And he was doing a lot of meditation before showing up to lessen his Force signature, not that he was a crazy evil Sith, but still, dark side potential and leaning. Not that passion made someone inherently dark side, but... the Omega knew things. So he was avoiding that.

Still, there was work to be done. He wanted to bring a taste of home to his casinos. And that meant Whyren's. He had taken an airspeeder from the family estate out to the Whyren's Distillery. He had been in touch with the company and stated he would come in to discuss further. Parking the airspeeder, the Corellian made his way inside, making a quick request to the front desk that he was here to discuss a potential business deal.

He took a seat and thumbed through his datapad for a few moments.

[member="Chloe Blake"]

 

[Malachi Blake]

[member="Marek Starchaser"] wouldn't wait long before a rather portly and welcoming face of a woman of elder years would come bustling in. Surprise would spark across her face as her pudgy fingers would anxiously wipe at the apron at her waist, crying out with mild surprise.

"Ol'val!," she'd start in Olys Corellisi, the old tongue of Corellia, a light dusting of flour visible as a smear across her left wizened cheek. "Khasaan'l al Whyrens."

It was clear the woman was expecting the man to know the language, her bright rosy cheeked beaming face staring right at him expectantly.

"Aliha sel valle volgoth?"

 

[Corey's OOC]

It was funny being back on the homeworld. Hearing the ancient tongue was interesting to say the least. Greeting the woman with a smile, nod and "Khasaan'l I am Marek Starchaser." He was really wishing he never lost the ancient tongue. Watching her he nodded.He got most of that. What did he want, right?

"I'm here to speak to Whyren's on behalf of my company, Bright Star." He continued on. Was funny, he definitely remembered the word Turhaya, for his company, in the old tongue. But not much else.

[member="Malachi Blake"]

 

[Malachi Blake]

[member="Marek Starchaser"]

"Och!" came the woman's pleasant reply, turning to basic with a slight cant in her accent. "That so? You be wanting to talk with the Captain." she told him, mentioning that of Malachi's old retired ranking as a starfighter leader. Retired he might be, although there was a promotion to Commander back in the day, Blake wanted to fly so he masterminded his own demotion so that he could be leader of his squadron once more.

"This way now," she would guide him, beckoning him to her to follow. Inside they would go, moving past the small welcoming greeting area towards the back of the large house. The distillery was out there, a massive structure of stone and wood.

"There be busy times. Got new shipments of barrels now, so he's inspecting."

 

[Corey's OOC]

Captain, eh? That was fine. Marek might not be as militant as his family, but well, the basics were there, right? They were the pilots, he was the pirate-turned-honest-businessman. Well, mostly honest. He wouldn't screw over most people, but if someone wronged him or his? You can bet it'd go south. Offering the older woman a smile and nod, as she lead the way, he was taking int he scenery.

It'd been a while since he'd been home, ASA war against OP, after all. He'd be recognized sooner or later, he was sure. And remembering as much as he could was what he did until he made it back again. Such was the life.

"Its good to hear that business is well. If he's busy, I can come back another time...?" Or wait, he really was in no hurry. But pushing a homeworld spirit forward, that was something to make a trip for.

[member="Malachi Blake"]

 

[Malachi Blake]

[member="Marek Starchaser"]

"Och! No trouble, t'all." She would brush off his appolgy, " The Captain would be vexed if visitors came about and didn't get a proper welcome."

In no time, she would guide him into the massive distillery itself. The heavy pungent scent of malted barley and wheat was thick in the air, along with the heady scent of good quality Corellian Oak.

Large copper stills, handcrafted generations ago were polished to a shine, kept well and orderly, show casing the tried and true methods of quality distilling. There was pride here in this work, that much was evident. Workers would tend to their duties, but there was the odd curious glance or two from a weathered face.

Down the far end, the area opened up to a large warehouse. There, surrounded by what appeared to be hundreds of barrels stacked high under the dim glow of the over head lights, stood the figure of an older man surrounded by a motley of Corellian natives and aliens alike.

"Captain Blake, got ourselves some company now." came the call of the woman, her face beaming. The sound of her voice, drew the man's attention, his weathered face rising to peer from under the brim of a hat that hung low over his brow. Bright blue eyes clear as a summer's day would peer on almost right through Marek, his slow and deliberate demeanor striking him as a rather quiet individual whose motions were handled with purpose.

"That so Mrs. Solo?" came his query, the deep tenor of his voice reaching out as the two drew closer.

"Now whose come a callin?"

 

[Corey's OOC]

Well, that was a good sign for business. Marek could respect The Captain, he figured. A man who knew how to treat people, and a man who knew his whiskey. Good Corellian whiskey. That really did make the galaxy go 'round, after all. And the impromptu tour of the facility was nice. He hadn't visited Whyren's in the past, but he drank plenty of it.

They definitely knew what they were doing, masters of the craft, as it were.

When he saw the Captain, Marek nodded to himself. This was definitely what kind of person he was expecting. When he spoke, the younger Corellian held out his hand. "Marek Starchaser, from Bright Star Entertainment, Captain Blake." Marek said, falling into the Corellian accent of Tyrene, his birth area. Golden Beaches and water, that was where he was from, and why he carried an orange bladed lightsaber, traditional of the world, if not the Corellian Jedi tradition.

[member="Malachi Blake"]

 

[Malachi Blake]

Mal went squinting at [member="Marek Starchaser"] for a moment before nodding at Mrs. Solo in thanks. A hand went extending to the man to shake it.

"Bright Star Entertainment is it?" he repeated, "Starchaser..." he had a firm shake, those blue eyes piercing through Marek.

"You from Tyrene?" came his question, motioning him to follow as he went on about inspecting.

"What can I do for you, Starchaser?"

 

[Corey's OOC]

Marek nodded at [member="Malachi Blake"] and took his hand. Good, a normal businessman. That was smart. It felt good to be on the homeworld, again. He was going to need to find a way to break into this market with Bright Star. That would need months and months of discussion with the Omegas, he figured. If he could even pull that off. Matching Captain Blake's gaze, he nodded.

"That's correct. Starchaser, of Bright Star." And he was calling where his family was from. "Again, correct." He grinned. "Family still owns an estate there, though with our ties to Imperialized governments, we've become a bit... estranged." And he really wanted to fix that.

"Well, Bright Star is working on expanding across the galaxy, and one thing I wanted to offer to you, was a business deal, really. Selling Whyren's at our bars and by the bottle aboard the ships. You'd take the spot of our primary whiskey, top shelf and all that."

 

[Malachi Blake]

[member="Marek Starchaser"]

Mal would peer up from the Corellian White Oak barrel he was inspecting, giving Marek a slow appraisal of his offer. He would appear to mull over things in his mind, likely taking into consideration a multitude of things.

Finally he spoke, "That so?" he was a man of few words. "What manner of venues do you utilize there, Starchaser?" he'd ask, his large weathered hands sliding across the barrel as he would check for imperfections across the band of durasteel. The scent of the woody oak a heady concoction that would add depth to this brand of White Oak Reserve.

 

[Corey's OOC]

Right. Business talk. Marek nodded to [member="Malachi Blake"]. What did they do? "We offer luxury resorts and liners. With some of the best casinos and entertainment in thr galaxy. Popular bars, high class dining and fine shopping. We try to offer something for everyone and do have several adult only establishments that are on their own contracts to provide everything they need."

He looked to the elder Corellian, hoping that was an seeing his question.

 

[Malachi Blake]

[member="Marek Starchaser"]

Mal gave a slow nod, indicating he was listening, all the while still inspecting the barrel. Finally he set it on floor, bringing his arms to rest upon the wooden top.

"That so?" the corner of his mouth perked up. "Bringing a bit of Corellian hell to the 'verse, ain't you now?" he'd drawl out mildly amused.

Two fingers would beckon him closer. "So what manner of deal you reckoning to offer now then, Starchaser?" it was a matter of seeing just how much the young pup considered Whyren's to be worth.

"We got your Corellian Gold here..." He then gave a nod out towards the far end of the warehouse. "Going on to ales and meads now.

Figure we expand the place."

"Whatcha looking to stock? How many liners and casino's we talking about?"

 

[Corey's OOC]

See? This is why he loved coming home. Nodding as Malachi mentioned the Corellian Hell the younger man spoke. "I figure if I'm going to be entertaining the masses, might as well so it properly." And that was Whyrens.

"Right now we have four major resorts, with a new one being created. Service 8 liners in the South Systems, and are always looking to expand. I know your liquor is craft, so I would be okay holding it for special stock, or just at our two flagship locations. Unless you can sup ply for all?"

Another thing that would be good is a Bright Star ale made by Whyrens. But that was getting ahead of the game.

[member="Malachi Blake"]

 

[Malachi Blake]

[member="Marek Starchaser"]

Mal gave another slow nod, mulling over those numbers. "Got details at how many folk go through your venues nightly? Monthly?" knowing just what was the max capacity of these places plus how much traffic went in an out was key in ensuring an ample supply of liquor.

"We are increasing production and our sister plantations out on the twin planets are growing as well." It wasn't just Corellia where the Blake's had interests in.

"We can make do with all your needs -- just need to know how much of the standard whiskey you need and what you want of the reserve.

That ain't including the ales and meads if you lookin' at stocking those too."

 

[Corey's OOC]

[member="Malachi Blake"]

Right. Numbers. Marek was going through his guesses in his head. There was something real nice of dealing with this man. And this company. "I figure we will be using it at approximately 50 establishments. Go for 3 bottles an evening of standard. Maybe 5..."

And carry the two... use your toes Marek.

"Maybe about the same per week of the reserve. Five or so bottles." As for the ales? "And the rest, well it'd be... probably set for fifteen cases a week per establishment. Do you have any themes you don't want Whyrens served around?"

Owning that many resorts some places followed a specific theme. Be it the style of bar or music.

 

[Malachi Blake]

[member="Marek Starchaser"]

"Well now, Starchaser, sounds like that is certainly something we can handle." With that Mal, extended his hand to shake Marek's.

"Mighty glad to be doing business with ya, son."

 

[Corey's OOC]

This brought a grin to his face. "I'll send you the details to when we'd like to start selling for you. I've also got transit to our locations covered, unless you have a preferred method?" He shook the older gentleman's hand.

Corellian liquor in his casinos. Now all he needed was to meet a good Corellian girl.

[member="Malachi Blake"]