*Byrax Trading Corporation*

[Madison]

Yes you could, you could make a team of them. But! I’ll kill them all even a team of the best bounty hunters out there won’t match my skill with a blaster. You see, I’m not a bounty hunter, I’m an assassin, and I won’t kill an army for I am not a Merc. But I’ll kill rival companies, or people for that matter. So watch what you say with me.

Fiolla had just lost her temper badly. She knew she wasn’t just an assassin; she was anything that required killing. She could be a head of security, assassin, Merc, or plain killer. Because that’s just what she was.

 

[Raze]

*Trying not to disturb the security cameras that were always watching his very move he gentiley and very cautiously began to draw his blaster from it's holster. He heared some shouting and felt that this could get ugly real fast. holding his pistol beside him hidden away from the cameras, rethius began to eye the door to the office awaiting any sort of noise or action, and bracing for it.*

 

[Eversor]

"Such claims i have heard from many in the past, with very few actually being able to pull it off. Your already walking on thin ice, coming into my world and threatening me is far from wise."

*As if to emphaize the point Anton touched a control on his desk, the ceiling opened and a deflector sheilded Auto-Cannon appears pointed directly at Fiolla.*

"a small taster.... I dont expect you to cow before me, but i demand some respect.*

*Antons face grows dark as he growls the word 'Respect'.*

 

[Madison]

Fiolla then put her pistol back where it should be, in its holster. She then asked the droids to stop aiming at Anton. She looked into Anton’s and thought ‘I’ll give him respect, as much as he’s worth though.’

So, how much might this dancing job pay then?

 

[Raze]

*The sudden calmed voices emitting from the office door gave the impression that an agreement had been made. rethius then slipped his pistol away into it's holster and let out a metalic sigh which reverberated oddly through his voice enhancer. Relaxed that everything was probaly under control he leaned back into the sofa and began to wait again.*

 

[Eversor]

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Fiolla then put her pistol back where it should be, in its holster. She then asked the droids to stop aiming at Anton. She looked into Anton’s and thought ‘I’ll give him respect, as much as he’s worth though.’

So, how much might this dancing job pay then?
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*The smile returns to Antons face.*

"Well that is entirly up to you, if your abilities are what you say they are then i should think you will be payed handsomly. Prove your worth by killing a man named Arkus Cyell, he is the owner of the droid foundry on the planet Eos and my new business partner. His death will leave me as the sole owner of the foundry, however i cant been seen as having had anything to do with his death. I hope you understand. (ooc:- Just do a small RP about it. Arkus is an NPC character - check the Foundry on Eos thread.)

 

[Madison]

Fiolla turned backwards without a word and headed for the door. She said to her two droids.

Droids, follow

The two droids followed behind her seamlessly aiming at nothing. She found her way to the elevator and out of the building. She let one of her droids lead the way to her ship. It was a small but useful ship, very fast. In-fact she has been told it’s one of the fastest in the galaxy.

 

[Keanu]

ooc: it will go 0.5 past lightspeed :P

 

[Eversor]

*Sitting in his office, Anton awaits the return of Fiolla......*

 

[Raze]

*As Fiolla leaves anton's office rethius stands up from the couch that he was resting in and walks into the chairman's office and nods at anton as a greeting.*

"Mr. Byrax... "

*Rethius extends his hand to anton in a friendly manner.*

"My name is Cettle, Rethius Cettle. I hope you have already been notifyed of my arrival here? If not then my appologies for intruding, however I wanted to speak with you on the matter of my employment with the Byrax trading corporation..."

 

[Eversor]

*Shaking the hand before him Anton speaks plainly*

"Iam well aware of your presense here, i thought i had given you the position of supervisor for my comercial fleet.....? Any ways with the quarrentine situation over Alderaan i need someone to smuggle shippments into the restricted area."

 

[Raze]

"And you wish for me to take care of this task?"

 

[Eversor]

"Well you are the fleet supervisor.....

 

[Raze]

*Rethius nods.*

"Very well, however you do know that if this mission fails that byrax trading corporation will go down hill? It would ruin us if word got out to the republic that we were conducting illlegal acts, not to mention on a quarrentined planet. And Alderran isn't the most subtle planet in the galexy. But I suppose we have little choice in the matter.

*Rethius takes a moment to ponder breifly.*

"Alright mr. Byrax, give me the low down on this mission and I will personaly see to it's compleation myself."

 

[Eversor]

*Update - Security Services*

Rethius i sent a PM.

 

[Eversor]

Note:- BTC is on hold for now, if a Republic Forum is created then i may reset the faction within it..... Other wise you should find alternate employment for now.

Thank you for your services.

 

[Eversor]

Sorry folks but BTC is of the grid...........