On Coruscant,there wasn't a shortage of people. Even with its diverse populace, the ecumonopolis didn't always have the type of employees that Lucien cared for. It was for that reason he had originally sought out the expertise of Doctor Morata. Now the Morganian stuntman was expecting guests to arrive at his ship, the Ventured. The comet class star yacht was parked on one of the upper level landing platforms used for larger ships.
Outside there were two crew members working on the exterior of the yacht and applying new coloring to the vessel. It was a recent purchase for the man but most of the crew transfered well over to his current ship. Their discretion and skill being well earned as well as compensated.
A cigar hung between two fingers in the same hand that also grasped a warm cup of ultra-spresso. The dark tabacoo taste went well with the dark brew. Lucien looked over his sunglasses from the bridge on the Ventured. "They should be here any minute now. Everything else looking good though?" He asked one of the bridge crew. "Yes, Mr Sloan." The man nodded a little "Suppose I'll smoke the rest of this outside." He turned and headed down the elevator and through the rest of the ship.
Over his burgandy button up shirt, he was clearly wearing a under-arm holster under his left armpit. In recent times he went through the process to get a licensed concealed carry a sidearm. He was still getting used to it. The man decided to stop by the luxury coffee machine and the server droid. It had the capability of taking some personal requests for the crew and some of the consistent guests. After the second cup the man knew he had better pace himself or else he would have to deal with a caffeine buzz during the business ahead.
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Outside there were two crew members working on the exterior of the yacht and applying new coloring to the vessel. It was a recent purchase for the man but most of the crew transfered well over to his current ship. Their discretion and skill being well earned as well as compensated.
A cigar hung between two fingers in the same hand that also grasped a warm cup of ultra-spresso. The dark tabacoo taste went well with the dark brew. Lucien looked over his sunglasses from the bridge on the Ventured. "They should be here any minute now. Everything else looking good though?" He asked one of the bridge crew. "Yes, Mr Sloan." The man nodded a little "Suppose I'll smoke the rest of this outside." He turned and headed down the elevator and through the rest of the ship.
Over his burgandy button up shirt, he was clearly wearing a under-arm holster under his left armpit. In recent times he went through the process to get a licensed concealed carry a sidearm. He was still getting used to it. The man decided to stop by the luxury coffee machine and the server droid. It had the capability of taking some personal requests for the crew and some of the consistent guests. After the second cup the man knew he had better pace himself or else he would have to deal with a caffeine buzz during the business ahead.
@Ecclessey @Killa Ree @Mr. Teatime @christhebarker @Nefieslab