What do you want?

[Damian Starchaser]

Meanwhile on the Tion Trade Nexus Damian was sitting in an office. He had office space there, why not? It was a bustling port of call, home away from home for wanderers, hustlers, criminals, entrepreneurs, and whatever the hell Damian was.

Paperwork wasn't the most enjoyable way to spend his time and yet it had to get done. Sighing Damian looked at the pad and saw the various things that needed his signature. You couldn't read everything, not in his line of work and yet you did read some of the thing.

Time. Damian looked back at the pad and the chronometer on his wrist. He stood up and walked out of the office having penned his name and approved another piece of business.

The tion Trade Nexus was a nice place with plenty of public space for various hotels, casinos, and eateries galore. Damian roamed a bit people watching before moving to a nearby hotel where he had rented a conference room. He walked into the area designated for rentals and made sure that everything was ready for this encounter...

[member="Itash Mecetti"]

 

[Itash Mecetti]

[member="Damian Starchaser"]

Chase Fashion.

They were competent enough as far as Itash knew- his suit and chronometer were still in working order, his consistent orders had allowed him some leeway in his connections with the company. The next step was relatively easy in idea, but might be more difficult otherwise. Tash was in need of a proper underlay behind the armor for his Phase II troopers.

They weren't as well trained as his Words, but they had the keen advantage in numbers.

Once everything was in place Phase II would be able to operate in multiple star sectors at the same time without issue.

Recruiting was going well in the trade hubs of the Corporate Sector, perhaps a few more weeks, before they could start proper training procedures. Itash Mecetti walked into the conference room with a cup of caf already in his hands, sipping from it slowly. "Damian Starchaser, I presume?" Tash addressed the lad from over the rim of his coffee.

"Lord Itash of House Mecetti. We have an appointment."

 

[Damian Starchaser]

"Yes," Damian said adjusting his tie and standing up. he walked over to the craft services table and picked up a cup himself only instead of hot coffee there was a cup of tea. While he liked the taste of both he found that sipping on tea instead of steaming cup of coffee often has an effect of people judging him differently. People saw that and the way he presented himself as a fashionista and under estimated him. Not that it would be much of an advantage in this context, but he had developed a persona and he had to stick to it. He offered the man his hand stepping up to him, "A pleasure to meet you Lord Itash."

"It is a pleasure to meet you. I hope you're enjoying my suit. The tailors I believe said you were a joy to fit." Who knows. They said that about pretty much anyone and everyone so it was likely true. At least he hadn't heard that the man was an utter monster.

Looking over at him he smiled and lifted his cup. "There is stronger here too," Damian said pointing to the service table bedecked with a number of food and drink options. "If you care."

[member="Itash Mecetti"]

 

[Itash Mecetti]

[member="Damian Starchaser"]

"The suit is splendid, mister Starchaser. Fits like a charm and I have received many compliments already." A nod and a shake, before they found their way towards a pair of seats. One leg crossed over the other and then Tash studied the table with the assortment of edible/drinkable options.

"Oh, perhaps a bit later. One cup is plenty for now I think."

A stretch and Itash allowed himself to relax a touch.

There were expectations, then there were images to uphold. The lazy, haughty, but overall pleasant nobleman? Perhaps. Every person had different faces they showed to different people. It couldn't really be any other way in Tash's experience. But which face would he show to Damian? More importantly, which face was the Starchaser lad showing him in return? The game was already in full swing and they hadn't exchanged more than a handful of sentences in truth.

Tash loved it.

"I was made to understand that your company handles... private orders as well. Things that don't necessarily fill your public catalog?"

 

[Damian Starchaser]

Damian nodded at the man while sipping his tea. [member="Itash Mecetti"] ran a small PMC. Damian wasn't entirely sure of their politics yet as they hadn't really delved too deeply into intergalactic affairs yet. Such a group could be as potentially irritating as it could be useful.

Still having his hand a bit on the pulse of the 'security' organization would be nice. "We've been known to make private orders yes." A lot of them in fact. Damian vocalized this fact; "A good deal of our business is from private fittings for the wealthy, although I believe I take your meaning to mean something larger. Uniforms perhaps? Most security companies have generic uniforms for their standard guard." Damian was fairly certain this man wanted more. One didn't hold a meeting between two CEO's to talk about a minimum wage security guards uniform despite how lucrative that contract could be.

"So how can we help you?"

[member="Itash Mecetti"]

 

[Itash Mecetti]

[member="Damian Starchaser"]

No ideology really, if Damian ended up trying to investigate.

Didact had run contracts with the Alliance, the Sovereignty and the Sith Empire. Then smaller jobs for smaller organizations ranging from the Je'daii Order and their Selkath sponsors to Core-world nobility. It all added up to an organization not interested in sides as much as the most profitable ventures. Itash didn't much care who won this Great Galactic War, as long as his pockets were being filled in the meantime.

That was all.

"No, not uniforms." Tash waved that suggestion away without pause. "I am interested in commissioning an underlay for my troops, something that is good against stopping slugs, kinetic damage, things like that. While retaining some form of maneuverability when they put on their armor."

He had been made aware that Chase was able to handle this.

For the right price anyway.