Establishing Contact

[Gringhost]

Iban Salid was a busy man. All the more busy because of expansion into new markets. But even a organization such as his needed some support. That is what drove Iban into discussions with...a certain society. They had technology Merkatua could use, and in case pesky law tried to come into the business, more firepower could be brought to support the Cartel.

***​

Serenno was the destination chosen. It was somewhat neutral, but beyond that Iban Salid had already established a fair amount of cliental on the planet. This allowed him certain privileges, such as meeting a dignitary at a proper place.

The location in question was a Nobles' mansion, with sprawling grounds covered with lush bushels of flowers and statues based on previous Serenno Counts. The noble who owned the place had allowed Iban the use of it. He didn't care what happened, as long as no one mentioned a certain addiction to Black Spice.

Iban was strolling outside, monitoring the area where his opposite was to land his shuttle.

 

[Matt]

''We have had a reconnaissance of the area?

'Yes, Grand Marshall, the area is clean and my men have been down on the ground for several days, we will have no surprise.

He sat back in his chair nodding, they had done well but he wouldn't never say that. He had done his duty and that was the basic a Chiss Commando was expected to do. As the Ship gently landed on the pad he stood up walking towards the landing ramp as Several commandos flanked him, he disdained having a bodyguard with him but that was what was expected of a Chiss in his position.

As the Ramp opened his men spread out as he walked briskly towards the nearby building, This would not be a waste of time. Wars were not always fought in conventional ways and he knew that,

 

[Gringhost]

Iban held his gaze at the man walking down the ramp. Having only seen few Chiss, and those only thanks to the communiques shared, he was intent on discovering more about these blue people. He could tell who the leader was, the bodyguard comprised of highly trained...commandos led the small procession. Once they reached the bottom of the ramp Iban stepped forward from where he stood.

"My greetings to you, Grand Marshall Chaf'tomg'Nuruodo." Iban hoped he had properly pronounced his name. "My name is Iban Salid, Spice Lord of Sevarcos II. I have looked forward to meeting you since we began communication."

 

[Matt]

There were a few hired mercs keeping there eyes on him, he could see atleast 3 rifles pointed at him and this pleased him more then anything. It proved he was not dealing with a dunderhead and someone who took precautions was someone he could discuss things for him.

He smiled, well not smiled but his face took on a slightly less expressionless mask as he saw his potential new ally.

'A pleasure. Is there a place where we can partake in the particulars of our arrangement?'

 

[Gringhost]

"The Business Hall in the mansion. It will be spacious enough for our two parties to negotiate." Iban nodded his head in thought. "Please, follow me."

He turned on his heel and began leading the Chiss towards the mansion. He had several mercenaries following, while majority stayed to....guard the shuttle.

***​

A short while later Iban had brought the group to the doors of a medium sized business office. There were only two chairs, one for Iban and one for the Chiss Grand Marshall. The table was made of heavy oak brought from Corellia, and the chairs were leather made from the softened skin of a Krayt Dragon. The chairs were set across from each other on the width of the table, so there was not too much distance between the two.

"Please sit Grand Marshall." Iban motioned towards one chair closest to the door.

 

[Matt]

'Thank you

He took a seat looking around the room, it had been furnished with expensive extras and this was the type of place where a small time spice smuggler would no doubt find intimidating, he could understand that. The large table the comfy chairs which all came together to create the atmosphere

''Now, before we begin I would say a few things. First I am not here to negotiate but to tell you the terms the Chiss find acceptable, we will not give you ridiculous terms and I will not take advantage of the situation but I will expect the Ascendancy to do very well out of said discussions.

Second and final, I am perfectly safe where I am, my men here are some of the best soldiers in the galaxy plus I have several men out of sight and mind. Now I do believe you to be an intelligent man so do not get ideas of doing harm to me or attempting to capture me in some bounty mission.

 

[Gringhost]

Iban nodded at what the Chiss had said.

"Grand Marshall, I believe you when you say you are a safe man. I look not to capture you here, because, lets face it, if I wanted to I would have shot down your shuttle with a Ion Cannon. But I am here to do business with a future associate."

Iban cleared his throat.

"So, as you said you have brought with you terms that are acceptable to the Ascendancy. I would not like to be made a fool, or to be cheated in a deal. These terms, what are they exactly?"

 

[Matt]

''Well, as you know the Galaxy is on the brink of war, this war is coming and there is doubt of that. The sides have been drawn and we find out selves against the Mandalorians and most likely the Galactic Alliance.

He paused for a moment to allow himself time to articulate his words in the best way.

''You are involved in spice and smuggling, Yes? Well I wish you to concentrate your efforts mainly against the Galactic alliance and Mandalorians. We would also ask you to smuggle items of our choosing, not all your smuggling contracts but large amounts of it, we would also ask for access to your spice recipe so we may add certain.....chemicals to the spice. Now what would you ask of us and do you find these terms acceptable? Are the aspects you would like clarification on?

 

[Gringhost]

"I would like some clarification on a couple things, but let's start on the items you wish us to smuggle. I'm assuming from the mentioning of your eyes that are unseen that it would be to support operations that are undercover and against the GA."

"Now if we smuggle things almost exclusively for you I lose out on a fair amount of business and would expect to be properly compensated for this with weapons or technology that would help my organization."

Iban leaned back in his chair some. "So, will I receive some kind of payment for smuggling for you?"

 

[Matt]

'I would not expect you to just smuggle for us but yes you will do 80 to 90% of your business for the Ascendancy. We would of course be willing to compensate you.

He took a mouthful of the water and ordered with his eyes for his Commandos to leave the room, he did not want to come across as intimidating in anyway during these discussion, everything must be above board and amicable.

We will credit to your account an amount of credits in Galactic standard currency and we would also be willing to leave a small Chiss force wherever you are located for your defence and be willing to allow our engineers to modify your weaponry and ships.

 

[Gringhost]

"Ah, these are interesting terms. I approve of the payment, though I would enjoy a liason between myself and the Chiss. So we know where to pick up shipments and etc."

"But the second point that needs clarification, is the Spice Recipe. As you may or may not know, there are over 200 different kinds of Spice that I sell and produce. A great many are illegal. So, what kind of spice are you looking at twisting to your needs?"

((OOC: Sorry for the quick post, I have work in ten minutes))

 

[Matt]

''That will not be a problem, I will leave a small force to keep you safe and let's be honest, so you don't get into any trouble but I will leave a liaison officer with you.'

He waited a moment as he looked over his soldiers, he knew inside they were probably rather put out at the idea of staying on a backwater protecting a new ally rather then doing proper soldiering but need must

'I want only the illegal spice and I want you to become the foremost spice runner in the alliance space, I will everything in my power to do this but this is not for your gain. I only want the Illegal spice because that won't go through the GA safety measures.''

 

[Gringhost]

"Understandable. So, allow me to go over the terms discussed:

I am to hand over illegal spice which will then have chemicals implanted in them.
I am to do majority of my business favoring the Chiss Ascendancy.
I am to do most of my business in only the Galatic Alliance and Mandalorian space."

Iban took a short pause.

"In return, I will receive a bodyguard of Chiss commandos, technology upgrades to my ships and weapons, and credits. Lots of credits.

I think these are agreeable terms."

 

[Matt]

''Also if you could inform my liaison officer of any spice smugglers or dealers in the Alliance that are causing you problems. We will dispose of them.

He stood up slowly, he nodded at his soldiers who disappeared through the door.

''You may order my men to do any tasks but remember they are the best and will expect to do tasks befitting there rank and status, I believe we are finished with our discussions? They were most productive.

 

[Gringhost]

"Thank you Grand Marshall, and I will keep that in mind. Safe journey back to the Ascendancy. We will be able to have the first shipments of Spice within a week."

Iban nodded. As the Chiss exited, Iban pressed a button on his vambrace which caused the mercenaries to leave the ship and come back to base.