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Just Business. (((Red Skulls& Invite))
A small sleek black craft quickly flew towards the Industrial planet of Mechis III. The craft bore a few humans, and one almost human, all intent on accomplishing something great today. The almost human one was the leader, the one who had come up with the plans for what was to be done today, the almost human was Darcian. The green glow from his armor and eyes washed over the control panel, bathing it an an odd light. Darcian loved piloting his personal ship, but hoped that he would have more ships at the end of this. How today went would most likely determine the fate of the Red Skulls. He had a few other allies in his ship, and he supposed that they would be some of the most important people in the world to him. As the small craft drew even closer to the planet, Darcian set it on an autopilot to land in the hangar that he was expected to be at.
Darcian had previously made arrangements to talk with a few of the planets higher ups. He had ordered one thousand war droids from them, and told them that he may very well be interested in buying more. The prospect of more business, had made them not care at all about Darcian's desire to talk in person, so all was going according to plan.
A small sleek black craft quickly flew towards the Industrial planet of Mechis III. The craft bore a few humans, and one almost human, all intent on accomplishing something great today. The almost human one was the leader, the one who had come up with the plans for what was to be done today, the almost human was Darcian. The green glow from his armor and eyes washed over the control panel, bathing it an an odd light. Darcian loved piloting his personal ship, but hoped that he would have more ships at the end of this. How today went would most likely determine the fate of the Red Skulls. He had a few other allies in his ship, and he supposed that they would be some of the most important people in the world to him. As the small craft drew even closer to the planet, Darcian set it on an autopilot to land in the hangar that he was expected to be at.
Darcian had previously made arrangements to talk with a few of the planets higher ups. He had ordered one thousand war droids from them, and told them that he may very well be interested in buying more. The prospect of more business, had made them not care at all about Darcian's desire to talk in person, so all was going according to plan.
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