Lucius Stark was an academic.
Well, to a degree. He'd been living in the criminal underworld for some time, now - living and working. Nonetheless, he'd also been working on the sort of stuff that came with him being a Doctor. A wily character, he hadn't expected to be involved with any major faction ever again, nor did he think he would be; this was merely a business meeting, a meeting in which he'd be able to sell ideas to the Hutt Empire. That sort of made him an entrepreneur, no? To be honest, Lucius was slightly worried. The Hutt Empire weren't the Republic; they weren't bound by rules, laws, codes of conduct. Yes, he could get a better price, but who said they wouldn't just kill him after he'd given his idea? Somehow, Lucius didn't think they would. But was that fact, or wishful thinking? It was too late now, regardless. He was in the palace of the Hutt Chairman, and was awaiting his meeting now. Taking a glass of water from the bedstead, he gulped it down, to calm his nerves. Damn, calm yourself, Lucius. Rational thinking came with sensibility.
He pulled Elys out of his pocket.
Her face was just as he remembered from when she had been living, and he, as he always did, marvelled at how he'd captured her in eternal life. "We're here." He frowned. "Although I'm not sure for just how long."
"Relax, Lucius. They won't kill you."
"Perhaps." He bundled his equipment into a briefcase, as he looked over at her. "What makes you so sure?" He asked, quizzically.
She shrugged. "You've got ideas. They might want more."
Stark nodded. It would have made sense. With a snap, he sealed the clasps of the case, looking round the room once again. It was opulent and beautiful, just what the suites of importance in the Hutt palace were rumoured to be. To be frank, Lucius was loath to leave the room. Nevertheless, business was business, and the guards would arrive soon to pick him up. There was a knock on the door; right about time. Quickly, Lucius smoothed down his suit, pushed his hair into position, and strode to the door. He opened it to encounter the guards.
"Are you ready to go?"
Lucius nodded. "If you've already taken my equipment, yes." He exited the door, before shutting it behind him. The guards nodded, and took place alongside. Lucius slipped the hologram of Elys back into the inside pocket of his jacket, as he strode through the corridors attempting to maintain an air of control despite being flanked by guards. Despite his worries, he was also excited about the address he'd be making today. Presumably, it'd only be the Chairman who'd be there, something that made Lucius job all the better. He didn't want some military fool wrecking things. Ironically, Lucius remembered Venator Furtificus, the head of the Alsakan military, from when he was on Xenvaer. It was strange to think that, once again, Furtificus' guard were escorting him. They ascended a flight of stairs, Lucius leading, before entering a vast atrium. Magnificent doors stood at the other end; Lucius presumed that, through there, he'd be making his address.
"Wait here." The guard instructed, dissapearing behind the doors. For a few minutes, Lucius waited, before the guard returned. "Enter." He said, and Lucius did as commanded. Entering, he bowed.
"Greetings, great Chairman."
Well, to a degree. He'd been living in the criminal underworld for some time, now - living and working. Nonetheless, he'd also been working on the sort of stuff that came with him being a Doctor. A wily character, he hadn't expected to be involved with any major faction ever again, nor did he think he would be; this was merely a business meeting, a meeting in which he'd be able to sell ideas to the Hutt Empire. That sort of made him an entrepreneur, no? To be honest, Lucius was slightly worried. The Hutt Empire weren't the Republic; they weren't bound by rules, laws, codes of conduct. Yes, he could get a better price, but who said they wouldn't just kill him after he'd given his idea? Somehow, Lucius didn't think they would. But was that fact, or wishful thinking? It was too late now, regardless. He was in the palace of the Hutt Chairman, and was awaiting his meeting now. Taking a glass of water from the bedstead, he gulped it down, to calm his nerves. Damn, calm yourself, Lucius. Rational thinking came with sensibility.
He pulled Elys out of his pocket.
Her face was just as he remembered from when she had been living, and he, as he always did, marvelled at how he'd captured her in eternal life. "We're here." He frowned. "Although I'm not sure for just how long."
"Relax, Lucius. They won't kill you."
"Perhaps." He bundled his equipment into a briefcase, as he looked over at her. "What makes you so sure?" He asked, quizzically.
She shrugged. "You've got ideas. They might want more."
Stark nodded. It would have made sense. With a snap, he sealed the clasps of the case, looking round the room once again. It was opulent and beautiful, just what the suites of importance in the Hutt palace were rumoured to be. To be frank, Lucius was loath to leave the room. Nevertheless, business was business, and the guards would arrive soon to pick him up. There was a knock on the door; right about time. Quickly, Lucius smoothed down his suit, pushed his hair into position, and strode to the door. He opened it to encounter the guards.
"Are you ready to go?"
Lucius nodded. "If you've already taken my equipment, yes." He exited the door, before shutting it behind him. The guards nodded, and took place alongside. Lucius slipped the hologram of Elys back into the inside pocket of his jacket, as he strode through the corridors attempting to maintain an air of control despite being flanked by guards. Despite his worries, he was also excited about the address he'd be making today. Presumably, it'd only be the Chairman who'd be there, something that made Lucius job all the better. He didn't want some military fool wrecking things. Ironically, Lucius remembered Venator Furtificus, the head of the Alsakan military, from when he was on Xenvaer. It was strange to think that, once again, Furtificus' guard were escorting him. They ascended a flight of stairs, Lucius leading, before entering a vast atrium. Magnificent doors stood at the other end; Lucius presumed that, through there, he'd be making his address.
"Wait here." The guard instructed, dissapearing behind the doors. For a few minutes, Lucius waited, before the guard returned. "Enter." He said, and Lucius did as commanded. Entering, he bowed.
"Greetings, great Chairman."