Ask Bal'Demnic- The Name Game

[Dr Ilana Morata]

The corvette was safely ensconced within the hands of reliable mechanics. The crew were permitted a holiday of their own, and she and Naxa were permitted their own time to scout the coastline of Bal'Demnic close to where they landed... or so she thought. Wrapping in a waterproof jacket, the ship's communication system pinged a new message as the last crew member left.

Only she and Naxa were the audience that greeted as she answered the signal.

"Designate Corvette. This is Arnell Clovis, chief of security. State your business."

Ilana paused, then stared at the holographic image. An idea began to form in the back of her mind; there was a glance slid back to Naxa, contemplation turning the corners of her lips. Might as well attempt to make a good impression of the locals; and perhaps a greater power.

"Chief Clovis, a pleasure," she replied raspily, standing tall. "This is Doctor Morata, CEO of MorataCorp. Requesting an audience of Ore-Duke," she scanned her memory. Something within the files she and Rawl had dug up in the fortress here; a name sprang to mind of one of the more local dukes of this area. The chances of attending to the monarchy were slim... but why attempt to speak to the Queen right off the bat when you could earn the ally of the more local government first? "...Dytellan. Please inform him we have arrived, and request his presence."

The man blinked, the blue image blinking itself for a moment. "Very well. I will inform him for the request. Please stand by for a reply."

She nodded once, and the image clicked off from view. Glancing back to her bodyguard, she gave the droid a small smile, though it lacked in warmth.

"Perhaps I ought to change my attire, we're meeting nobility."

@Darasuum

 

[Naxa]

N4-X4 stood quietly observing with cold indifference. The blank photoreceptors were active and watched from out of sight to one side so that the droid would not appear in any hologram sent back to Arnell Clovis. Official channels were the best method for a stable transition in the case of the corvette. Trying to be underhanded or just carry on would have them probably seen as an extremist group little better than brigands. The planet of Bal'demnic and its resources not to mention the political status of the monarchy and its influence were all important factors for the success of MorataCorp. Perhaps it would even become the Headquarters of the organization

"Organics seem to appreciate aesthetics, Doctor." The commando droid concurred after the woman spoke. "I suggest a minimum of a blast vest." Her survivability would be higher if she wore one. A doctor's robes were probably not befitting a CEO or someone meeting nobility. But the droid was ignorant of these things. It's programing was made for more pragmatic purposes. All the same, N4-X4 would be there beside the woman when she met the nobility.

They still had the walkers for transport from before if they needed to go somewhere. However, the droid was at least aware that a military vehicle approaching a member of nobility would be perceived as a threat. Of course that would not be the case, but the droid also knew organics were prone to failure and poor judgement. "Shall I prepare a transport for us, Doctor?" There were local businesses and other vehicles they could also purchase. If they were going to be leaving or hosting, the droid wanted to know to make sure the safety of his client was facilitated.

@Killa Ree I accidentally tagged peeps so ignore that if you see this

 

[Dr Ilana Morata]

It was true, between the battle of Ryloth and coming here, the Good Doctor didn't exactly have time to dress up well, or at least well enough for an Ore Baron. However, she would do her best to be a professional, well-dressed or not.

Dressed in an armored black robe, with long white hair brushed back, she felt confident as ever. Yet Naxa brought up a point; she nodded once, glancing at the battle droid coolly. "Yes. We will have to present our best, and arriving in armored transport will raise brows."

A ping came back; once again the grim visage of Clovis lit up in a hologram. As before, she could sense nothing from the chief of security. How far away was he?

"Ore-Duke Dytellan would be honored for such an audience. Please wait in your designated area until a transport is brought to you."

And with that, the image blinked out once again, and a location was pinged to the ship's comms. A landing pad not far from their own public landing; glancing at Naxa, amber eyes were calm.

"I don't know about you, but it seems rather strange he is so eager to meet an unknown stranger."

With that, the Doctor left the control room, poise tall and steps sure. Wouldn't do to keep them waiting, but just in case she ghosted a hand over a hidden holster in a pocket of the robe. Even with Naxa, she couldn't be too careful.

@Darasuum

 

[Naxa]

N4-X4 was not typically concerned with aesthetics. To the droid it was no different than bird feathers meant for attracting a mate or to manipulate others. It was an organic thing. A machine was far more practical. Though it knew the Doctor was more pragmatic than most.

"We are in possession of a warship. It would be ill advised for the Baron to ignore us." If other means were needed, the woman just needed to say the word. But there was only so much the droid could gather from a short exchange. It would take some reconnaissance and patience in the coming moments and not without their risks.

The droid walked slightly ahead of the Doctor and to her left. It's relatively thin neck had its shortened droid head surveying the area with its multi-spectrum analysis. Overhead, N4-X4's personal seeker droid did the same. It was the first to arrive at the meeting place and swiveled to focus on foot traffic. The command droid, standing by cooly, would look out for the incoming vehicle.

Before too long an elegant airspeeder would come into view. The sleek bespin design of the cloud limousine slowed and banked. The driver was likely an expert after it touched down, the door opened to beckon the Doctor and her bodyguard inside. This was their ride. The droid would send its seeker droid closer and be the first one to the vehicle. The machine wanted to check the ride with its scanners but found nothing amiss by the time N4-X4 came alongside the entrance. The bodyguard would then follow the woman inside before they took off, ascending over the cityscape and towards their meeting.

@Killa Ree