Shuklaar Kyrdol
CEO of Breshig War Forge Consolidated
- SB-01 Darasuum Morut-class Super-heavy Battlecarrier Darasuum Morut
- Vornskr Mirshir-Jurkad Rammikade company Kyramud
John Locke
- Equipment
John Locke. The man, the myth, the legend. One of
Visanj T'shkali
's best friends. He had heard a lot about the man during his days as the Deputy Minister of Science of the CIS. They had business connections since during which they'd spoken briefly. During the relatively brief conversations that they'd had, Shuklaar had found that perhaps there was more than a few things they could agree on, despite the other man's noted distaste of Mandalorians. Or perhaps it was because of that. The Mandalorians that John Locke hated were the very same Mandalorians that Shuklaar and the clans of Breshig had once prepared to defend themselves against. Defend was perhaps too misleading description of what they'd done. They'd developed weapon systems, equipment, tactics to kill their neighbors. They'd damn near tailored the entire defensive forces of the clans of Breshig and Strill Securities considerable combat forces to kill other Mandalorians. Not because of what they believed in so much as what they'd done and who they'd chosen to ally themselves with. They'd chosen to forget the lessons of the past and go down a path that had already proven numerous times in what fragmented remnants of their history that had bee passed down to lead to nothing but the nigh on complete destruction of their people and everything they held dear.
Not that he could claim that the rest of the galaxy had at the time, later or even now been making much saner decisions by comparison. Or perhaps it was especially now that everyone seemed to be completely dini'la. With the way things were going, however, Shuklaar wondered if maybe they were among the last sane beings in the shabla galaxy. It was for precisely that reason that Shuklaar had decided that perhaps it was time that the two of them met and discussed how they could survive the unmitigated osik'buurenaar that the galaxy was about to have to weather. Maybe even come out on top of it.
"Dropping out of hyperspace!" called the Morut's helmsman, Kad Nihut'tyr. The main tactical display began displaying sensor contacts as the ship's sensor suite warmed up. The ship hadn't gone into full combat alert and so the blast shields that usually raised into place over the bridge viewports remained in their armored housings. Shuklaar wasn't the Morut's captain, but he put in considerable time in with the ship's design team. No, that honor and the unenviable task of marshalling Strill Securities oft far flung naval assets fell to one of his oldest friends, Nyles Kote.
"And you're sure bringing the Morut, was the smartest idea," he said, giving Shuklaar a sideways glance. Shuklaar couldn't help but chuckle. Nyles knew him long enough to know the answer to that question.
"We're sitting right on the border of making a display of our strength and being practical. If John Locke is even half the man I think he is, he'll come to the same conclusion. That's precisely the impression I intend to give," said Shuklaar, looking up from the tactical display at Nyles.
"[abbr-"Good"]Jate[/abbr], I'm glad you've thought out the precise reason why we've brought the flagship to the wrong end of too much firepower," said Nyles, nodding at the tactical display. Shuklaar knew that neither of them really expected to get into a fight here, but every soldier prepared himself for the possibility that a fight might be in their future whether they wanted a part in it or not. It was the mindset that had let to the Mandalorian word and philosophy of ret'lini
"Since when do you back down from a fight?" he asked, mostly in jest, a half smile flickering across his features under his buy'ce. Nyles was the epitome of practicality. A deliberate commander who deployed assets to maximize their capabilities or capitalize on the position they were deployed to. Ideally both.
"You didn't ask me to come prepared for a fight," said Nyles in partial mock protest, catching his gaze and then adding only somewhat seriously if he knew his friend well, "or I'd have brought more firepower."
"I didn't," he said with considerably more seriousness and sincerity than his last statement, "so don't."
Nyles held his gaze for a moment and then gave him a small, but sincere nod. All that was possible really with full beskar'gam on. "Gett, raise that...station." Gett Itera, the Morut's comms officer nodded. "This is Strill Securities Fleet Admiral Kote on the Darasuum Morut, we're here for the meeting with John Locke, requesting docking permissions," said Nyles with a practiced ease. He turned to Shuklaar and adde, "See, kih'parjai." Shuklaar's only response was the audible sound of his gauntlet hitting his buy'ce in a quintessentially Mandalorian impression of a facepalm.