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Location: Corellia, Cornet City
Pomeral hated how clients always kept him waiting. The fishman Mon Calamari sat at the table impatiently waiting for the steward to return. He had brought a sample of his product, a simple blaster with a custom fitted grip and battery pack feed for faster loading and usage. He had personally modified the weapon to be lighter than any competitors weapon, though he did not have the capabilities to mass produces these blasters. His good standing with the Czerka corporation would also serve as a business incentive, the fishman thought to himself as he sat there.
Deals like this always made the Mon Cala nervous. He had been double crossed too many times to count, and his trust was not easily gained. His green mesh jacket hid his grey utility suit underneath. He looked at the drink that had been ordered for him, the clear blue liquid seemed tempting, but all the same he felt it might be best to save the drinking for after the deal had gone according to plan. His wait was suddenly over as a slender young man, accompanied by three armed guards, approached their table with a stride of casual grace.
“Pom Bogbarka I presume,” The fellow said with an aloof tone that made Pom question the boss’s seriousness. “I’m kale Drazt, one of the leaders of the Drazt group…I’m sure you’ve heard of us.” He commented as the fish blinked with annoyance. “Sure…whatever you say, I’m here to offer you a deal from Czerka on their weapon stock…I can only offer medium grade blasters, they’ve been recycled but I think you’ll…” he began as he was cut off by the annoyed fellow. “recycled? No no no, that just will not do.” He expressed as the three guards seemed a bit twitchy at his words. Pom gripped his blaster pistol in its holster with his right hand as he pushed the CZ blaster forward with his left. “That’s not a deal breaker…listen to me, I’ve personally modified these blasters to come fitted with a X2 adjustable scope, side mounted battery pack vent, and custom fitted grips to make them top of the line weapons…” He told the fellow, leaning over the table while feeling the heat of the situation. “I can tell you this much, these weapons would go for just as much, if not more, as a fresh off the belt CZ-XXX1 (Fake weapon). “he told the fellow as he hoped that would pacify them.
“Hmm, I see, so this is a custom job…are all the weapons you have for us like this?” The fellow asked as he pointed the blaster forward as if testing the sight. Pom was uncomfortably in the line of fire as he pulled his pistol from his holster quietly. “look, do you want the blasters or what?” the Mon Cala asked, feeling the chaotic nature of this fellow he was dealing with. Why did he always have to deal with the crazies?
@TWD26
Pomeral hated how clients always kept him waiting. The fishman Mon Calamari sat at the table impatiently waiting for the steward to return. He had brought a sample of his product, a simple blaster with a custom fitted grip and battery pack feed for faster loading and usage. He had personally modified the weapon to be lighter than any competitors weapon, though he did not have the capabilities to mass produces these blasters. His good standing with the Czerka corporation would also serve as a business incentive, the fishman thought to himself as he sat there.
Deals like this always made the Mon Cala nervous. He had been double crossed too many times to count, and his trust was not easily gained. His green mesh jacket hid his grey utility suit underneath. He looked at the drink that had been ordered for him, the clear blue liquid seemed tempting, but all the same he felt it might be best to save the drinking for after the deal had gone according to plan. His wait was suddenly over as a slender young man, accompanied by three armed guards, approached their table with a stride of casual grace.
“Pom Bogbarka I presume,” The fellow said with an aloof tone that made Pom question the boss’s seriousness. “I’m kale Drazt, one of the leaders of the Drazt group…I’m sure you’ve heard of us.” He commented as the fish blinked with annoyance. “Sure…whatever you say, I’m here to offer you a deal from Czerka on their weapon stock…I can only offer medium grade blasters, they’ve been recycled but I think you’ll…” he began as he was cut off by the annoyed fellow. “recycled? No no no, that just will not do.” He expressed as the three guards seemed a bit twitchy at his words. Pom gripped his blaster pistol in its holster with his right hand as he pushed the CZ blaster forward with his left. “That’s not a deal breaker…listen to me, I’ve personally modified these blasters to come fitted with a X2 adjustable scope, side mounted battery pack vent, and custom fitted grips to make them top of the line weapons…” He told the fellow, leaning over the table while feeling the heat of the situation. “I can tell you this much, these weapons would go for just as much, if not more, as a fresh off the belt CZ-XXX1 (Fake weapon). “he told the fellow as he hoped that would pacify them.
“Hmm, I see, so this is a custom job…are all the weapons you have for us like this?” The fellow asked as he pointed the blaster forward as if testing the sight. Pom was uncomfortably in the line of fire as he pulled his pistol from his holster quietly. “look, do you want the blasters or what?” the Mon Cala asked, feeling the chaotic nature of this fellow he was dealing with. Why did he always have to deal with the crazies?
@TWD26