Duxil Rylver
Character
Duxil had never truly grown used to living the life of a scoundrel. Even after her escape from Onderon, traveling from system to system looking to throw people off her trail, the ex-Republican's skin would crawl whenever doing business with brigands. She'd grown to fear them, yes- But they were still criminals. Criminals that, for now, demanded her respect. They were her only way across the galaxy.
Until now, hopefully.
Inhaling, the woman's fingers flew across the dials on the side of her rented holo-projector, getting ready to contact the craftsman she'd been put in contact with. Her interest in him was simple- As a star-shipwright, he could easily provide Duxil with a private option from getting around the galaxy, until finally making it to the Dominion. Seeing as money had never been a problem for her, she'd opted to contract him over others simply because of his selection of custom made ships. Well, selection wasn't quite the term for it... But it did mean her ship would be unique. Fitted to her needs, and most importantly, nimble enough to serve as a base of commands until she was established in the Dominion. From then, she meant to call in favours, and delve into it's political system. It seemed to be the best alternative for the Republic. At least, for now.
Finally, the transceiver blinked on, confirming her connection to the CEO of Ashhearth Industries. Or... At least, his communications droid. Straightening her back, the ex-senator tried composing herself as well as she could- Even in ordinary clothes and the lack of a headdress, she managed to have that aura of legality so many felons she'd associated with grew weary of. That was good. The last thing she wanted was for this John Ash to think she was just another bounty hunter.
"This is a call from Duxil Rylver." She addressed curtly, with all the graces of a queen, or an important bureaucrat. "I believe John Ash is expecting me. It concerns the production of a ship." Her message was short, and simple. Wouldn't want to overload the droid with anything too complicated, or make it seem as if she were just a charlatan rich girl. Unwavering sith-like eyes gazing over the blue of the hologram, Duxil gave the droid a practiced look, which set him on to work. He'd be stupid to deny such a wealthy client- Both the droid, and the shipwright.
[member="John Ash"]
Until now, hopefully.
Inhaling, the woman's fingers flew across the dials on the side of her rented holo-projector, getting ready to contact the craftsman she'd been put in contact with. Her interest in him was simple- As a star-shipwright, he could easily provide Duxil with a private option from getting around the galaxy, until finally making it to the Dominion. Seeing as money had never been a problem for her, she'd opted to contract him over others simply because of his selection of custom made ships. Well, selection wasn't quite the term for it... But it did mean her ship would be unique. Fitted to her needs, and most importantly, nimble enough to serve as a base of commands until she was established in the Dominion. From then, she meant to call in favours, and delve into it's political system. It seemed to be the best alternative for the Republic. At least, for now.
Finally, the transceiver blinked on, confirming her connection to the CEO of Ashhearth Industries. Or... At least, his communications droid. Straightening her back, the ex-senator tried composing herself as well as she could- Even in ordinary clothes and the lack of a headdress, she managed to have that aura of legality so many felons she'd associated with grew weary of. That was good. The last thing she wanted was for this John Ash to think she was just another bounty hunter.
"This is a call from Duxil Rylver." She addressed curtly, with all the graces of a queen, or an important bureaucrat. "I believe John Ash is expecting me. It concerns the production of a ship." Her message was short, and simple. Wouldn't want to overload the droid with anything too complicated, or make it seem as if she were just a charlatan rich girl. Unwavering sith-like eyes gazing over the blue of the hologram, Duxil gave the droid a practiced look, which set him on to work. He'd be stupid to deny such a wealthy client- Both the droid, and the shipwright.
[member="John Ash"]