Talking Buisness

[Tyden Sheppard]

[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]
Their was a large steel chamber with silver chandeliers hanging from the ceiling setting off a strange and airy light to brighten the room up from it's gloomy atmosphere. Criminals armed in combat armor and holding oddly shaped and painted weapons within their grasp tightly as to fire them upon a enemy at a moment's notice. A set of four heavily armed guards stood at the long cylinder entrance leading into the chamber armed with ElectroStaffs and heavy armor along with some type of black gas mask as to intimidate fear. Within the center of the room lied a sturdily built iron throne with some type of hardened but soft leopard skin lying upon the seat and arm rests of the throne. A tall and muscular figure sat upon the throne clad in a desert camouflage shirt with a blaster proof vest on along with some black padded pants. His arms rested lazily upon the arm rests of the throne and his head leaned against his upright right arm with only the elbow resting upon the arm rest of the throne. Painted upon the Walls were the Symbols of the O.C.A.G along with a symbol containing ten rings and a sword crossed over a sword within the middle of the ten rings. A dark jade cloak and hood lied upon the figure upon the throne, masking his identity to all around him like that of a supernatural being watching from afar but also from within the sole eyes of the men working around him. Tapestries hung from the ceiling above the throne which were the color red with the symbol of a white skull with a black blade shattering through it from below and sticking out through the roof of the white skull. Behind the throne was a concrete wall with a map of the galaxy strapped to it with X's crossed through certain places and circles and arrows leading and around others.

 

[Lysle of the Hydian Way]

A claret light illuminated the hall ahead, and outside incandescence burst through the tiles, creating a mosaic of light along the corridor. Lysle had come to the OCAG's headquarters, or apparently so with how heavily defended it was. He was directed down an intersection and stepped into a steel chamber. Rather odd, he thought. His grayed eyes darted around the room and noted each individual, and unlike those here, Lysle held not a weapon on him, nor armor. Though perhaps he should have, from the looks of it these people wanted to cause trouble. Perhaps he had judged them incorrectly as intellectuals, these men looked more like brutes.

By chance, or clever planning, did the man on the throne hide his identity with a combination of a hood and the placement of lights. Lysle blinked thrice, wondering if his own inability to identify the man's face was a sign of his eyesight failing him, or something else. He would have to call his doctor when he returned to his apartment and have his eyes inspected, or perhaps invest in cybernetics. Such a craze these days, but he much preferred having his own born and bred organs rather than manufactured ones.

Lysle spoke, "Organised Crime Agencies of the Galaxy," he looked around, and then diverted his gaze back to the man on the throne, "That's a big title, for such a small operation you're running, boy." He opened his arms, "Alas I'm not here to criticize your poor choice in naming your syndicate, but I must say this is hardly the central for criminal activity." His hands came to his center and clasped together, "But that is why I am here. Neos City. A true nexus for criminals, a hub per-say. Far off the beaten path, its location kept secret. Invitation only. The black market, invisible markets, and a redlight district as far as the eye can see. You can sell or buy anything in Neos City."

"Unalike your misleading title, Neos City is indeed a hub for criminal organizations. From the Hutt Cartel to the Mirage, syndicates the galaxy over come to my city to trade, and there is much wealth to be had." Lysle smirked, he found it thrilling to passive-aggressively rile up others. "But I shall introduce myself. My name is Lysle Rigger, the architect and founder of the Red Ravens, the largest criminal syndicate of our time. I was responsible for the total destruction of the Black Sun Syndicate, a criminal empire that had lasted countless millennium. A Major Domo of the Hutt Cartel, I manage their casino's and redlight businesses. Financier and confidant of Sempra the Hutt. I am one of the wealthiest men you will ever meet." His smile faded, his eyes turned and regarded the armed bodyguards, "I say this in warning; do not get on my bad side."

"So I offer you a deal," he dipped his head to the man on the throne, "If you so wish to find guns-for-hire of the highest caliber this galaxy has to offer, or to sell whatever you have to offer, or even find something rare that no where else in the galaxy could legally offer, then come to Neos City. There are few laws, and all things are readily able to be sold. No possession is illegal. But if you wish to gain entrance, there is a fee for a visa, and all trading performed requires a 10% tax." He remained silent for a moment, and his eyes maintained their gaze on the man.

[member="Tyden Sheppard"]

 

[Tyden Sheppard]

[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]
The man upon the throne ignored the remark about his corporation being small at this point int time, everything starts small but, anything small eventually becomes something much bigger. The man upon the throne let off a big grin at the words "Buy anything," Now this could be extremely useful to his cause. Yes, his title was misleading, now, just for now it was until the bombing run on Onderon's Palace. This bombing run would change everything for the O.C.A.G. The man brought his left hand up and took off his dirty green cloak and hood and it fell down upon the metal seat of the throne. The man then stood up and walked down the steps. Now his full appearance was finally visible. Tyden stood at a total of 6Feet and 6Inches weighing in a total at 246 Pounds of pure muscle and bone. Tyden wore a sleeveless Desert Camouflage shirt with a black blaster proof vest strapped atop the shirt and his right hand was encased within a metal gauntlet and his left arm from his hand up to his elbow was clasped in bandages as to close up a previous wound. Tyden wore metal boots with leather straps atop them. Now, two katanas were visible upon his back being strapped to his back by a leather strap. Tyden turned towards the older man before finally responding.

"I accept your offer but their must be some type of catch to this because it seems to good to be true, but I won't argue any further than that. But, yes my corporation is small and misleading but that will soon change, I will let you in on a secret I've been planning for a couple of years. To bomb Onderon's Palace. Yes this is risky, but it could change everything....now I wouldn't tell this offer to just anybody but I see it in the smirk you wear that you speak truth but hide some truth, which is greatly understandable."