Temple Hangar

With Zion still away on his mission, Sarissa was still the acting Head of the Honoghr Conclave. As such, it fell to her to greet any visitors to the Temple. But as she made her way to the hangar bay, reading the information on here datapad, she could tell these were no ordinary guests. Not that anyone visiting the Honoghr Conclave could ever be strictly defined as normal. But these people were more special than usual. It seemed that Zion was not the only one left in his family. These visitors were relatives of his. Very good looking relatives if she was honest, based off of the photos included with the information she had.

She stopped on one photo, that had Zion with Kiel, Cairne, and Kanika. It was so odd seeing photos of Zion, since she was so used to his slightly more aged look. And yet, the date stamp on the photo she was looking at was barely 5 years ago, and yet he looked so much younger. Not to say that he looked really old now. But he definitely did not look as young as he once had. If she was entirely honest, she didn't mind either look on him. She suddenly closed the photo then as she felt a flush of colour go to her cheeks. Before scolding herself for having such scandalous thoughts about the Grandmaster or even his cousins.

Pocketing the datapad, she hurriedly made her way to the hangar bay. The ship had landed and its occupants disembarking by the time she arrived. Prime had also elected to join Sarissa, stating that it was his job as head of security to greet the newcomers as well. She had offered no objections, knowing it was safer to have the droid by her side. After all, he'd be able to biometrically confirm their identities and offer her some back up. She stopped just short of the group and gave a bow to the two casually dressed men and the scantily clad woman "Greetings, I am Knight Mentor Sarissa Emberbreeze, acting headmaster of the Honoghr Conclave..."

With a pointedly direct, but tactful and subtly playful demeanor, Riddick responded. In whatever way it is, you should find it satisfying. To some extent, it is a little disappointing that too much from my world goes unappreciated, or altogether unnoticed by those not of my world.

Riddick follows her cue, and proceeds into the lift.

The crates had already started coming in at a steady rate from the cargo ship, since the craft was too large to fit in the hangar. Riddick guided Prarr'ebecc'aelios over to where there was already a decent stack of containers.

Well, we did make sure that anything that could be considered harmful is only so through action. Sitting there, none of it will do anything. Pick a container to start with and we will go from there.

For the most part, yes. Riddick stepped over to a couple he had marked personally, opening one of them up and reaching in, pulling out a hand full of beans. You might like this. We call these cacao beans, you all know it as chocolate. Like others who know what it is, we use it in candy, desserts, and other goodies. We, Ysanna, also have been known to to mix it with a plant we call tabak for smoking, and also serve it as a drink mixed with spices. I figured it might be a welcome addition to bring this over, so you can grow it when your terraforming is complete. These crates were provided specifically for the Matango government, the RDMC, and the Jedi.

A gift that should keep on giving. As with all things on my world, we do not like the idea of built in obsolescence, or much the idea of "one and done." As for the rest of what we have brought... Riddick gestured to the rest of the containers in the bay.

Much of it would, I am sure, be well received by local merchants. Just remember, the trial weapons and ammunition I have brought are for security purposes, though I am sure that there would be at least a modicum of interest weapons of these types, especially given the relative niche they would fit amid blasters, and the weapons you have provided from the Ascendancy. If there is a market for those, I would think it better to have our weapon manufacturers deal directly with customers, and set up shop on worlds that show a reasonable interest in them. 

The remainder is as much for your enjoyment as a potential sampling of our goods. Though the local mercantile would be responsible for selling it, Honoghrs leadership would have the yes-or-no vote on trading with other worlds, as much as I would prefer a more laissez-faire approach to the markets. What better way than to sway it favorably with a showing of what can be produced?

As a trade-route world, Riddick did make it a priority to have Ossus establish itself well in terms of imports and exports, especially considering the tremendous strides the world and it's populace had made in the last few centuries. As such, Riddick promoted a hands off policy concerning business and the markets of Ossus. With only a handful of base rules from the Siridar (the tribal council), businesses would be free to pursue a path that was best for the business, and for the population. Anything that went against that would be dealt with appropriately, possibly leading to the closure of a company if it were that severe an offense. With things booming as they were, Riddick himself could only help but sing the praises of the things his people made, and the people who made them, and would simply need to pass them on and let the rest of it all speak for itself. He was fairly sure that what he brought would find an audience.