Big things were happening in the galaxy. Very big things. Plans were in motion to expand certain power bases, end certain peoples, and acquire certain resources. But all of that required materiel.
Last time a certain Blackwell employee and droid technician had been contacted it'd been Malicia and Asminys doing the job. Morgan was sure they competent since they didn't have personalities that encouraged survival otherwise, but they were also busy right now. Besides, never send a cult leader to do the job of a negotiator. It's just like, his opinion, man.
He'd arranged for a meeting on Naboo this time. Close to Sith controlled space but otherwise neutral, lots of open spaces, quiet corners, and restaurants open with isolated tables for two. So romantic.
Morgan settled into his seat, brushing off his tunic. It was cut and styled in the native Naboo fashion, elegant without being too ostentatious. They saved that for the Queen herself. He'd arrived first, the polite thing to do when inviting someone to an event. Even if the event was convincing him to sell even more droids on a certain Count of Serenno's behalf. Although his eyes marked him as not native to the place, he caused not a single ounce of trouble on Naboo. So far.
That was how the game was played, after all. So he ordered some local brandy by the bottle and waited for the other man to arrive.
Last time a certain Blackwell employee and droid technician had been contacted it'd been Malicia and Asminys doing the job. Morgan was sure they competent since they didn't have personalities that encouraged survival otherwise, but they were also busy right now. Besides, never send a cult leader to do the job of a negotiator. It's just like, his opinion, man.
He'd arranged for a meeting on Naboo this time. Close to Sith controlled space but otherwise neutral, lots of open spaces, quiet corners, and restaurants open with isolated tables for two. So romantic.
Morgan settled into his seat, brushing off his tunic. It was cut and styled in the native Naboo fashion, elegant without being too ostentatious. They saved that for the Queen herself. He'd arrived first, the polite thing to do when inviting someone to an event. Even if the event was convincing him to sell even more droids on a certain Count of Serenno's behalf. Although his eyes marked him as not native to the place, he caused not a single ounce of trouble on Naboo. So far.
That was how the game was played, after all. So he ordered some local brandy by the bottle and waited for the other man to arrive.
@The Good Doctor
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