We need guns

[Vince Avery]

Coruscant/BlasTech head office​

16:20 local time​

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Prince was as always geared up and fully armed as he walked along the streets of Coruscant towards the head office of BlasTech Industries. He managed to secure a meeting with one of their higher ups, someone who's willing to do things for less-than-legal groups. BlasTech might try to deny it, but everyone knew that they made some money on the side from deals like this. But unlike with the Beskar mine he couldn't just take over a facility. Weapons took more materials than armour, and with Mandalore being sacked the companies on there were a no-go. So he decided to go with the one company everyone knew and trusted.

He didn't come alone, though. His companion was none other than the sister of the blueberry top-dog. He didn't have the funds to pay for a weapons contract so naturally he had to play a little nicer to get on his good side. Thankfully there were funds to spare and if Prince had his way(which usually happens one way or another) his merc group would quickly Make all that money back. "I think I might be a little out of my element with this place." he commented idly as he and the Chiss walked side by side. It was true. He wasn't one for formal meetings, suits and all that. He was the guy you throw into a gunfight if you wanted results. That's why he brought her along in the first place. Well, that and the fact that he needed her brother's money along with her debatably better people skills.

 

[Eriate]

[SIZE=12pt]Eriate flexed her fingers as she got comfortable in her combat suit. Her brother had been very specific on how this operation needed to go down, though she was frankly bored of having to be so ‘hands off’ as of late. Her ‘combat suit’ might have seemed like little more than a skin tight under suit, though with her metallic silver dress, she doubted if anyone would even notice. The silver encrusted bracelets around her wrists were actually the storage unit for her Vizier blades, so needless to say, if things fell apart, Eriate would be more than ready; she wasn’t just here to look pretty after all. “I assumed as much. You walk as if you have hesitation behind every step. Keep your shoulders up and straighten your back. Walk like you have a blaster pressing against your spine. That’s the only advice I can give you.” She cast a glance at him and eyed him up. He was young, for a human at least, so perhaps she should relent of being too critical. “I plan on hitting them with facts and putting the money on the table. If they try and get hostile, I won’t be too upset, but you might want to find cover if that happens.”[/SIZE] She said with a voice of certainty.

[SIZE=12pt]She really wasn’t going to be upset if BlasTech wanted to play hard to get, but she had her orders, and blood typically wasn’t a solid foundation to build a corporation on. While this ‘Prince’ character might have been just a tool for her and her brother’s uses, but he was their tool, and would be treated with respect none the less. Eriate liked to consider herself to be one of the more deadly members of the Black Sun Vigos, so if things did go south, if BlasTech disrespected their courtesy, she would get just the opportunity to show it. [/SIZE]

 

[Vince Avery]

"That's because I have hesitation in my steps. I'm used to just blowing a hole through someone, not playing with my tongue to make people happy. Only time that happens is if a girl's on my face." he said nonchalantly, matching her speed. She suggested straightening out as if he had a gun to his back. He really didn't know how much straighter he could stand. As if the rather confident sway in his body with every step wasn't enough. "Last time someone put a gun to my back, I resized their belly button a couple inches." he continued. She looked him over and his blue eyes scanned her as well. He already had a ton of counters ready if she wanted to say something about the way he looked. "I plan on walking out of that office with a signed contract, one way or another. So I doubt either of us will be the ones needing to find cover." he said plainly, with a hint of cold, murderous intent behind it all. "I just hope you're capable of killing with that tight little outfit of yours." he commented with a smirk, sliding his helmet over his face. His visor lit up with all kinds of info in the inside as he walked.

They entered the building and by the reception desk sat a young Togruta girl typing away on something. She looked ready to blow her own brains out. As Prince approached she looked up, and for a second her eyes went wide. Clearly she wasn't expecting a Chiss and Mandalorian armed to the teeth to walk through the doors. "Uhhhh.....Ca-can I help you?" she asked nervously, stumbling over her words. Prince couldn't help but snort with a laugh as he came to a halt by the desk. "We got an appointment." he said casually, leaning slightly against the desk. The girl quickly started to type on her desktop, most likely searching for her calendar. "Your names?" she asked with a hint of uncertainty. He looked to Eriate for an answer, not feeling in the mood to introduce himself.

Finally with their names taken they were escorted to the lift and taken to the office of the businessman they were told to meet. He didn't look thrilled for the meeting to begin with, less so when he registered what type of clients he was dealing with. "Mister Wren and Miss Eriate, I presume?" he asked them with a bored tone. "Yeah that's us." he said flatly, falling into a chair in front of the man's desk. "So what's this deal you wanted?" he asked right away, eyeing the two clients. Evidently none of the three of them particularly wanted to be here...

 

[Eriate]

Eriate repressed a disgusted groan, as she merely shook her head. "I feel pity for any woman you subject that torture upon. I just hope you pay them well." She muttered, though making sure it was loud enough for Prince to hear. Her ruby eyes rolled as Prince tried his 'tough guy' routine, which every member of the male species seemed insistent on doing; why was that? What did catch her attention was his comment on her outfit, which brought an irate look down upon him. Of course had already slid a helmet on over his thick head, but that didn't stop her from giving him a tongue lashing. "Make another comment about my dress, and I'll resize more than just your belly button." Her tone was rather harsh, but she didn't care. This homeless ruffian had just dissed her skill, as well as her fashion sense; which was basically a death sentence in Eriate's book. Moving inside the building, they walked until they met with a lone Togruta woman who was fast at work, though she paused to address the two. Of course Prince looked to Eriate, as if she was some glorified assistant of his; she'd have to 'talk' with him about that latter. "Eriate and Price Wren." Eraite said, staring into the woman's soul with her fiery gaze, at which the poor girl doubled her efforts to get them clear. "Oh, right, you're right on time! Please, go on in!" The girl stuttered, which allowed Eriate to withdraw her ire and focus it forward.

Entering the office of the business man, Eriate shared the man's reservations; she didn't want to be here either. "You would be correct." Eriate responded to the man's greeting, as she crossed her arms. Prince of course dropped himself into a chair and tried to get himself relaxed, leaving Eriate holding the bag. Suppressing a sigh from breaking out, Eriate closed her eyes for a moment, before speaking to the man. "We are looking to buy out your weapons contract. We want unrestricted rights, and have the ability to alter and modify the contract and it's productions as we see fit." Eriate said, without a bit of sarcasm, though the buisness man only took several steps back, retreating behind his desk it seemed like, which only caused Eriate to narrow her eyes at the man. "Now, just how much are we talking here?" The man spoke, but Eriate was focusing now with the force, to see what the man was doing as he tried to act casual. What she found disturbed her, as the man before them was no man, but rather a droid with a holocloak on. The thieving bastards were trying to set them up. The droid's hand was hovering over a small device concealed inside the desk, but Eriate reached out with a small gesture of her hand and kept the hand in place, stopping it from pressing the alarm. The business man looked now as if he was trying to reach for something under his desk, though his pose was rather awkward now. "I don't think you understand, we can't exactly just toss out our side of the contract just because you have credits to spare." Eriate looked to Prince, if the man didn't figure things out soon, she'd start getting more direct about what was unfolding.
[member="Prince Wren"]

 

[Vince Avery]

The man looked quite surprised by their response. If only they were joking. He asked how much, but Eriate didn't answer. Prince looked the man over. He seemed extremely nervous, more like he was scared than nervous about landing the contract. "Enough for a small army." he said simply, then shifted in his seat. The way he was tense was making Prince raise an eyebrow. He might not have some space magic to help him, but he wasn't an idiot. Something was off.

"Oh please, it won't be the first time BlasTech has done it. Besides, you're too greedy to turn an order of this size down." he said flatly to the 'man'. He casually drew a pistol and placed it on the table with the barrel pointed at the man's gut. "Now, are you going to sit down and listen up or are you going to keep yappin'?...And what the hell's the matter with you? You got ants in your pants or something?" he continued with a very irritated voice. The antenna on his helmet lowered with a press of a button, making Prince frown. "What the hell is this? Where's an actual employee?" he asked with a rising voice. He rose from his seat and raised the pistol to the droid's head. "You better start explaining, rust bucket." he demanded coldly, his blaster priming with a hiss and click.

 

[Eriate]

Eriate sighed, taking a seat beside her rather annoying companion. "Well, if you're master isn't here, then we can't exactly do business now can we?" She asked, crossing her legs, but not letting go of the droid's hand. "Well, actually, I'm just here to intercede on behalf of the master." The droid explained, it's holoshroud disappearing, as it appeared to be a protocol droid of some sort; Eriate never kept up with their designs. The droid seemed to recgonize that the gig was up, yet it was still trapped in it's position. "Madam, might I asked to be released? This is straining my joints." The droid asked properly. "On the condition you keep your hand as far away from that button as possible." She stated coldly, her crimson eyes glaring into the metal chassis before her. "I believe that can be arranged." The droid spoke, and with some reluctance, Eriate released it's arm. "Now then, where were we?" The droid righted itself, turning it's head towards it's two clients.

Eriate only smirked and looked to the 'Prince'. "Yes Mr. Wren, where were we again?" She asked sarcastically, before looking back to the droid. "We want to buy out your contract. Don't you have the last thirty seconds on your core?" She stated, growing annoyed with the droid. The droid's eyes opened and shut several times, before speaking. "Ah, yes, I recall now. Apologized, excitement makes my memory unit back up. But as for the contract, what are your aims for taking ownership? If the master is to know, he'd want to be aware if any corporate tomfoolery is about." Eraite closed her eyes, wanting to shatter the droid here and now. This was some half assed attempt to block them into a fruitless negotiation.

 

[Vince Avery]

The droid's hologram disappeared to show itself. Prince didn't budge, but he did cast a glance at Eriate as it asked her to release its hand. She sat down next to Prince, getting just as annoyed with the droid's useless nature as he was.

"You're the one with the fancy memory so you better figure it out quick before I blow your head off." he threatened the droid harshly, not caring to repeat his offer. Eriate took that roll and reminded the droid why they were here to begin with. But its next comment put Prince on edge. The blaster levelled with the droid's head. "Droid, you're testing my patience here." he said calmly, yet coldly. "We want a contract to buy guns that we can adjust how we see fit. Don't worry about the money, we got that covered. What I want is for this contract to be off the books. Now can you do that or do we need to take our money elsewhere?" he explained, finishing by sitting back down.

He cast a quick glance at Eriate, wanting to see if she had any input for the situation. Maybe blowing off the droid's head was a good idea at this point

[member="Eriate"]

 

[Eriate]

The droid quietly watched the two, before giving a generic non answer. "Your message has been recorded and is being sent to my master as we speak." The droid stated, though after several moments passed, the droid spoke again. "You can expect a response within twenty four to seventy two hours. Thank you, have a nice day." Eriate was having just about enough of this, as she moved up behind the droid, and tore open it's center piece, much to the distress of the droid. "W-What are you doing? This is destruction of property!" "You'll live, now stop moving." She muttered, clearly not having any of these games. Pulling out a communication plug from within the droid's chassis, Eriate plugged the innards of the droid into a port on the desk, and keeping the droid immobilized with the force, she turned on the holoprojector. The image of an elderly balding man clad in a business suit slowly came into view. "I thought I told you not to contact me unless-" The man stopped as he saw the pair before him, and his face turned into a scowl. "You lot are persistent, I'll give you that." "Sir, this wouldn't have to be happening at all if you just kept to our agreement." Eriate said, her tone icey and frankly annoyed at the hoops this buzzard was making them jump though. "You got the message, correct? So what is your answer. My partner and I are more than willing to find someone else to take our money. Just will have to make sure we cut you and your company out of our future business dealings." Eriate could see the gears turning in the mans head, as he looked to both of them in the room. "That's a little extreme..." "Well so is setting up a droid and wasting our time. Your answer. Now."