Karacan Rigten
Character
[member="Hadleigh Purkis"]
It was a dream come true, or at least, a hopeful dream. One step at a time, you have to brace yourself for all obstacles in life. Ferron Troste had been looking forward to the day he could try and own Kuat Drive Yards. He had lived on Kuat most of his life and dedicated himself to the studies of the Republic, Empire, and Kuat Drive Yards itself. It was like epic tales from bedtime stories come to life. The man was young, a little nervous, but he had saved every credit chip he had. He didn't know if that was going to be enough, but he was going to face that challenge when it came to him. Unfortunately, time was of the essence, and it seemed not everyone had the time to wait and join a meeting. Maybe this call was just to analyze him, or maybe the transaction would happen over HoloNet. Maybe.... it was a security measure to identify him to make sure the owner would be safe. Only time would tell.
"Mr. Troste?" The HoloNet screen spoke up, there was someone on the other line. Finally, no more hold, "Hadleigh is available to speak with you now." Ferron lurched up from sitting back in his office chair, staring into the screen. He nodded, "Thank you, I'm ready."
It was a dream come true, or at least, a hopeful dream. One step at a time, you have to brace yourself for all obstacles in life. Ferron Troste had been looking forward to the day he could try and own Kuat Drive Yards. He had lived on Kuat most of his life and dedicated himself to the studies of the Republic, Empire, and Kuat Drive Yards itself. It was like epic tales from bedtime stories come to life. The man was young, a little nervous, but he had saved every credit chip he had. He didn't know if that was going to be enough, but he was going to face that challenge when it came to him. Unfortunately, time was of the essence, and it seemed not everyone had the time to wait and join a meeting. Maybe this call was just to analyze him, or maybe the transaction would happen over HoloNet. Maybe.... it was a security measure to identify him to make sure the owner would be safe. Only time would tell.
"Mr. Troste?" The HoloNet screen spoke up, there was someone on the other line. Finally, no more hold, "Hadleigh is available to speak with you now." Ferron lurched up from sitting back in his office chair, staring into the screen. He nodded, "Thank you, I'm ready."
