That'll be the day...

[Pavor Clauditis]

Staring into a mirror, Pavor cleared his throat, simultaneously tugging at the collar of his elegant, white suit. The man's long hair was pulled back into a short, Sith-style ponytail. Slowly sliding a pair of white gloves over each hand, Pavor slowly leaned over the faucet. Shaking his head, he slowly splashed cold water onto his heavily scarred face, before slowly glancing up into the cracked mirror.

Slowly, he pulled open the cabinet to his left, retrieving a white pack of cigarettes, that was labeled 'ZP Reds' in large, bold writing. Slowly flipping the top over, he plucked a cigarette from the pack. Bringing the cigarette up to his lips, he struck a match, holding the flame up to the high-quality ZP Tobacco cigarette.

Sighing as the tobacco ignited, sending a thick, blue cigarette smoke spiraling up to the ceiling, Pavor took a drag from the cigarette, slowly exhaling a cloud of smoke up towards the ceiling. Turning to his left, he once again adjusted his dress suit collar, gripping onto the brass handlebar of his office restroom.

Pulling open the elegant door, he took a step into the office. The office was decorated with small items such as antique tobacco advertisements or unopened bags of antique pipe tobacco. Slowly, he took a seat behind his desk, leaning back. Calmly, he drew in a large amount of cigarette smoke, exhaling it in a thick, blue cloud.

As he expected, the raspy voice of his secretary came across the intercom. "Excuse me, Mr. Clauditis. You have a visitor. Says he has a meeting with you?"

With a sigh, Pavor quickly extinguished the cigarette on the black ash tray on his desk. "Yeah. Send 'em in. Thank you."

Folding his hands on his desk, he stared at the door, sighing once again. It had really come to this. He was not making enough credits to fund his research into creating new blends and tobaccos, he needed an investor. Shaking his head, he once again set his focus on the door, waiting for [member="Zoltan Rarsk"] to arrive.

 

[Zoltan Rarsk]

Zoltan strolled through the clean hallways of the ZP Tobacco headquarters. Due to this being a more formal meeting, he dressed himself in his typical ash-colored suit, and matching hat. He kept his eyes aimed at the ground and the brim of hat pulled down low, but despite this, the few workers and secretaries scuttling about gave him worried glances and disgusted glares. However, Zoltan ignored this and pushed on into the main meeting room. He swung open the fine, mahogany doors only to find a rather cluttered room. While nice, unopened bags of tobacco, framed photos of advertisements and aged logos seemed to adorn every single inch of the light grey walls. In the center of the room sat who he thought was the man running the show, Pavot Clauditis.

Zoltan's possible business partner had seemingly decide to dress to impress, but the smell of cigarette smoke still clung to him. Zoltan pulled out the chair and front of him, quickly sat down, and placed the briefcase he had been carrying on the table. "I presume you're Pavor Clauditis? Your company makes some quality products in my opinion, so when you were searching for investors, I couldn't help but answer your call. In this briefcase is enough credits to make sure ZP Tobacco can do all the research it wants for the next decade if it has to. However, I do have some...Requests, to make if you would oblige me." Zoltan coolly stated. He pushed the small, black ashtray aside and slid the briefcase over to Pavor, motioning for him to open it.

Zoltan knew he was going to like what he saw.

[member="Pavor Clauditis"]

 

[Pavor Clauditis]

[member="Zoltan Rarsk"]

He slowly glanced up at the man, cringing slightly. Slowly, he placed his gloved hand over the case, refraining from opening it. "Ah! Excuse me! Could I get ya' a cigar, cigarette, pipe, or anythin' else? We've actually just released our smokeless tobacco line." He said, grinning at the man. Slowly, his grin faded and he cleared his throat. "Anyway, before I open this case...I must ask. What are these...requests?" He asked, a hint of suspicion in his tone. He shook his head, staring skeptically at the case.

(Sorry for the short post)

 

[Zoltan Rarsk]

Zoltan grimly smiled as he waved off Pavor's offer. "Thank you, but I'll decline for now. I actually have my own cigarettes on me, my personal favorite, which I recently bought from your company." He said, pulling out a small package with 'ZP Incognito" printed on the front in a stylish font. Zoltan slowly pulled a cigarette out, and then dragged out a small, metal lighter from his pocket. After a few clacks and snaps from the spark within the lighter, he took a long draught, turned away, and blew the smoke. "I hope you don't mind about the smoke. I dearly apologize if I'm bothering you in some manner." Zoltan said in a dull tone.

Zoltan slightly frowned when he heard Pavor, but he quickly covered his dissatisfaction with a cordial expression. "My requests? You see, what I'm about to tell you is highly confidential, and should not leave this room. Ever. I work in Intelligence and black ops, and my work would not sit well with some of the major players in this galaxy. Using my wealth, I'm now beginning research into various new fields of science and engineering, and while most of it is completely harmless, a few things would incite the spark resting underneath the surface of this galaxy. If something leaks of someone finds out, your company will take the fall. Now, hopefully this will never happen! And for my second request... A few free packs of ZP Incognito will do me well, and I'll still invest in this fine company." Zoltan stated. He prayed that Pavor didn't decide to take the moral high ground, and look inside the briefcase.

[member="Pavor Clauditis"]

 

[Pavor Clauditis]

He sighed, slowly glancing at the floor. "I'm sorry. I'm...I have to turn you in." He said, staring blankly at the man. His fingers that were tapping at his desk, now remained still, as he stared at the man, shaking his head in disbelief. Suddenly, Pavor burst into laughter, shaking his head as he grabbed at his ribs, cackling like a maniac. "Nah. I ain't serious. However, if you don't mind me askin'...How are those ZP Incognitos? I've personally ever smoked one." He said, pulling his right hand, which was replaced with a shaper hand, which was fitted with small finger spears.

Cracking his neck, he sighed, nodding slowly. "Ain't a word of this conversation...It wont leave this room." He said with a simple nod, flashing a grin, which was riddled with rotting, decaying and crooked teeth. "So, we're basically covering your ass if someone happens to uncover your...shady operations. Correct, sir?" He asked, slowly climbing out of his wooden chair.

Leaning on his desk, he examined the man further, before slowly dragging his finger spears on his shaper hand across his desk, creating a nails on a chalkboard like sound. Suddenly, he burst into laughter, leaning closer to the man, his cackle quickly fading. "I like your offer. We both win. We take the blame for anythin' if ya' get caught...and I get paid."

His grin returned, and he slowly pulled off one of his white gloves, revealing his shaper hand. Slowly, he extended his shaper hand towards the man, a gesture for a hand shake.

[member="Zoltan Rarsk"]

 

[Zoltan Rarsk]

Zoltan's expression quickly turned from one of disbelief to an all-encompassing fury, as he began to tightly grip the handle of the pistol strapped to his waist, under his suit. However, he sighed in relief and let out a rare chuckle as Pavor burst out into laughter. ​"Thank god, you...you had me there for a second. Yes, your role is to basically act as a shell company, and if I ever get caught doing something those moral bastards across the galaxy don't like, you and ZP Tobacco will act as a cover. And, you get a steady stream of credits, to make sure all your research and study will prove fruitful." Z​oltan told his partner with a humored tone his voice. Suddenly, his concentration was broken as he saw Pavor's hand reveal itself, seemingly the limb of a shaper. "​Hmm...Interesting." Z​oltan clasped the hand of his partner and vigorously shook it, ignoring the sharp pincers piercing his skin, thanks to the numbed nerves all across his body.

"​Pleasure doing business." H​e coolly drawled, as he began to leave the room, leaving the briefcase behind.

[member="Pavor Clauditis"]

 

[Pavor Clauditis]

He nodded, clearing his throat. "Oh, and before you go!" He nearly shouted, quickly pulling open a drawer installed in his desk. With a grin, he produced a black pack of cigarettes, labeled 'ZP Incognito'. Placing the pack on the desk, he grinned at [member="Zoltan Rarsk"], nodding slightly. "Here...that pack is for free. Also, you never did tell me...Whaddya think of them ZP Incognitos?" He asked, waiting patiently as he balanced himself on his desk, proceeding to pluck a cigarette from his own pack of cigarettes.

 

[Zoltan Rarsk]

Zoltan smirked, and drew one final draught from his cigarette, exhaling a large plume of smoke.

"Absolutely fantastic Pavor, absolutely fantastic."

[member="Pavor Clauditis"]

(Pleasure doing business!)