Kraval Ordo
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Post by Kraval Ordo on May 2, 2013 19:06:15 GMT -8
The first thing that either guest or members of the Exchange upon exiting the freight elevator is a vast open area that was decorated to mimic the culture and art seen on such worlds as Naboo, Coruscant, and the Upper City of Taris. This was designed to give visitors a good impression of the Exchange. Pillars are placed evenly throughout the dome like area as well as plush chairs, viewscreens, a small parlor for guest to receive massage from slave girls and a small bar. Slave girls walk around the area to greet guest and provide them with drinks and/or food of there choice while they wait to be greeted by the current leader of the Exchange.
As you walk towards the center of the reception area, two large curved stairwells would be located to your there that would take you towards the second level of the estate. On the second level, the private chambers of all Exchange members can be found here. Access to this level was forbidden to all visitors unless access was authorized.
On the main level of the reception area access to the barracks/training room and guest quarters can be found here. Towards the back of the reception area; passed the two curved stairwells, was a large seal durasteel door that sealed off a private wing of the estate. This sealed wing; only accessible via use of a datachip handed to every member of the Exchange(not including the guards nor staff members), provided access to a set of stairs that led downward towards the private meeting room, the vault, and dungeon/interrogation room.
Also spaced around the area are many Exchange guards and enforcers that patrol the area and guard off-limits sections of the Estate.
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Delvin Keets
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Post by Delvin Keets on May 3, 2013 8:21:32 GMT -8
Avidus casually strolled into the reception area and checked in at the desk. This was a mere formality. The receptionist checked his biological signature then handed him a sealed box. Inside was the access chip required to get to the sealed off wings. Avidus nodded his thanks then inquired which way he should go. After being pointed in the right direction, he smiled nodded then approached the door. He stopped here and took a seat on one of the many benches and blended into the background. He waited patiently for Exchequer. Absentmindedly he checked his data pad and was surprised to see that Vic's task had been completed.
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Exchequer Australis
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Post by Exchequer Australis on May 3, 2013 8:25:39 GMT -8
As soon as Avidus sat down, came no other than Exchequer Australis followed by a communications officer and detachment of commandos as body guards.
Avidus, my friend, sorry for the late. Now, I do believe we are missing some people. But, I think you have stuff that warrants a seperate conversation? Let us go to the private meeting room. You will need this.
Ex hands Avidus a data chip.
This chip will allow you entrance without the need of going through security if you prefer.
He began to walk towards it.
Shall we?
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Delvin Keets
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Post by Delvin Keets on May 3, 2013 8:29:35 GMT -8
Avidus smiled and stood up
"Indeed. Lead the way this is after all your brain child. And you are correct. Things have moved much more smoothly than I expected."
He took position next to Exchequer and took the data chip. Security could be a pain. Especially since he had two prosthetic limbs.
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The Major
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Post by The Major on May 8, 2013 19:19:00 GMT -8
A rifle crack!-- No, a whistle splits the air as a smiling Fallanassi walked deeper into the Reception Area. The architecture of the room incites her curiosity, and she take a moment to examine and admire the various pillars.
"Such umazing symmetry."
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Exchequer Australis
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Post by Exchequer Australis on May 8, 2013 19:24:14 GMT -8
A Tarro enforcer named Mass'ar approaches Major.
=Mass'ar=
You must be the one, that Lizard brains said was coming. I have alerted my boss. He says that he needs a few more information before you can see him. This is standard procedure.
He took out a datapad.
First, who are you? And second what skills do you posses?
He awaited her replies.
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Post by The Major on May 8, 2013 19:46:10 GMT -8
The woman's eyebrows furrow as she notices a chip in the very pillar she has been so kindly examining. Without turning to face the rather polite interviewer, she answers.
"Names? Names, like so much else, can be so easily contrived, zthat I fail to see their use in any fveritable context. I hafe, however, been referred to time and time again as simply, 'Dee Major." zThat should suffice. Skills? zThat I see more sense in. I am ein data analyst, expert in espoinage und subterfuge, hafe extensive experience leading troops und scientists ulike, am a voman of science, und, most importantly, I feel, an excellent sharpshooter.
With the final word, she brandishes her wooden rifle with a certain amount of grace and care, looking now directly at her interviewer.
"Ah, I'm quite a chemist, particularly vith medicine to aide soldiers both vounded und fighting ulike."
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Exchequer Australis
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Post by Exchequer Australis on May 8, 2013 19:49:54 GMT -8
One could say the Tarro was nice or not. However, if one looked at his eyes and at the datapad one would notice that the Tarro wasn't reading any of it. He was merely pretending. For one the datapad had somehow went back to basic. The Tarro was illiterate in basic. He smiled at the word chemistry.=Mass'ar= Chemistry you say, well follow me The Tarro led her to a special place that would lead into Private meeting room State that you are here for a job. The Boss will handle the rest.
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Darth Forente
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Post by Darth Forente on May 13, 2013 11:24:18 GMT -8
The door slid open and the Reborn stepped through it. His head did not move as his "blind" eyes searched about the place. He looked for a Tarro. Spotting one, he stalked over to the being, pulling out the datapad as he moved. He typed on it as he walked, filling out the form for a starship requisition. He stopped in front of the Tarro.
You must be the monkey I'm looking for.
He intended insult in his statement. The Reborn was xenophobic and despised anyone who was not a Human or Near-Human.
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Exchequer Australis
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Post by Exchequer Australis on May 13, 2013 17:29:06 GMT -8
Mass'ar ignores the comment. He had no time to play games. He hated that and when a Tarro dislikes something they mean it. He stares over the man.
=Mass'ar=
What do you need?
He says looking down at a datapad. This time it was in Tarrese but he was catching up on some sports and bets. Basic was the usual language for official stuff. But, he could not read or write basic like all other Tarro.
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Darth Forente
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Post by Darth Forente on May 20, 2013 16:31:00 GMT -8
The mercenary hated aliens. That is why he was a slaver. He did not remember much of his past, but one thing he knew; from the moment he awoke on Alzoc III, he hated aliens with a passion. They were lesser beings than he was, and they deserved nothing but to work hard and long until the day they died.
The Reborn handed the primate the datapad.
I was told that you would know what to do with this.
He doubted that the monkey truly did know what to do with it. The slaver grinned, his "blind" eyes hidden by his blindfold. The datapad had a list of ships and other vehicles and equipment that was to be requisitioned. On the list was a modified CR90 corvette with space for a shuttle and two starfighters, as well as a number of land speeders and other terrestrial transports. It also had the modifications to be run strictly by droids, fifty to be exact, as well as to have cargo space for a contingent of battle droids and cell space for slaves. The two starfighters were Droid Tri-fighters.
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Exchequer Australis
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Post by Exchequer Australis on May 27, 2013 17:56:29 GMT -8
Mass'ar looked over it and had a nearby protocol droid read it to him. He then looked over Vallen again.
You, see we will need you to umm, procure it. We know where you can find it. Just, um, well you see, we don't technically own it. So we need your help to steal it. Do you dig me? Mos Entha space port will be perfect. Though, it will take some time to get all your ships. But, from your list, we can get them all. I will have a detachment of guards work with you to umm, borrow said ships.
Mass'ar handed it back to Vallen, for the droid had completed a translation into Tarrese. The Exchange wasn't big enough to give ships away, well not yet. The spice market had to get more bigger than it was currently. Eventually that would happen.
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Delvin Keets
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Post by Delvin Keets on Jul 11, 2013 8:10:00 GMT -8
Avidus strode through the reception room and headed immediately for the hangar.
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Kashk
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Post by Kashk on Sept 29, 2013 6:06:13 GMT -8
Kashk entered the reception area, keeping his reptilian head on a swivel. He wanted to stay alive. He kept a firm grip on the briefcase with his left hand. His forked tongue flicked in and out of his mouth, picking up air born chemicals. He was using all of his senses to survey his surroundings.
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Exchequer Australis
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Post by Exchequer Australis on Sept 29, 2013 9:22:24 GMT -8
The Durro asked a fellow Tiss'shar enforcer were a Tiss'shar named Mass'ar was. The Tiss'shar shakes his head. There was an underlying tension between the Durro and the Tiss'shar who made up Exchequers special security force. The Durro were cold and calculating while the Tiss'shar did this naturally. And, usually this tension stayed at the top. It was the Durro who were usually commanded by Tiss'shar or even Tarro's. Though the Tiss'shar were generally a bit more intolerable than the Tarro to the Durro. There had been fights between the few Durro enforcers and the many Tiss'shar enforcers. Usually, the higher up Tarro enforcers kept this at bay. But, today, the Tarro enforcer in the room was a bit pissed at the Durro for breaking protocol. And, what was about to happen was just payback for breaking the rules.
You, see the Tiss'shar were usually the first to interrogate newcomers who came in through the hangar. It just so happened a Durro was quicker to the scene than the Durro was. But, breaking rules were not to be tolerated.
Nosss, yousss blunderingsss idiotsss. Mass'arsss issss ass Tarross.
The Durro looked confused.
You mean to say, he has a Tiss'shar name. You dumb lizard. He has to be Tiss'shar. My information is not wrong.
At that moment, the Tiss'shar, who had been fed up with the Durro and his antics, launched at the Durro and an epic fist to claw fight happened. The Durro took the Tiss'shar down to the ground but the Tiss'shar grabbed him at his face. And, before the Tiss'shar could go for his neck. A large Tarro tore the Tiss'shar off of him.
Go back to your post Durro. Now!
The Tarro uttered something in his native tongue at the Tiss'shar who left back to his post.
Now, someone was looking for me?
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Kashk
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Post by Kashk on Sept 29, 2013 9:31:00 GMT -8
Actually I was looking for Aussstralisss. Kashk gestured to the briefcase in his left hand. I have a package for him. It comes from Anchorhead. Hisss eyesss only. Kashk of course said this to test the man's position. It was meant to be somewhat insulting. This wasn't the man he was told to meet, and he grew tired of all of this cloak and dagger nonsense.
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Exchequer Australis
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Post by Exchequer Australis on Sept 29, 2013 9:39:29 GMT -8
Actually I was looking for Aussstralisss. Kashk gestured to the briefcase in his left hand. I have a package for him. It comes from Anchorhead. Hisss eyesss only. Kashk of course said this to test the man's position. It was meant to be somewhat insulting. This wasn't the man he was told to meet, and he grew tired of all of this cloak and dagger nonsense. |
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Post by Kashk on Sept 29, 2013 10:40:54 GMT -8
Kashk stepped back and hissed loudly at the Tarro. He bent his knees and postured aggressively. He may die here, but if the Tarro tried that again, Kashk would make sure the Tarro would perish as well.
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Post by Exchequer Australis on Oct 3, 2013 18:32:21 GMT -8
Kashk stepped back and hissed loudly at the Tarro. He bent his knees and postured aggressively. He may die here, but if the Tarro tried that again, Kashk would make sure the Tarro would perish as well. |
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Post by Kashk on Oct 4, 2013 8:43:03 GMT -8
Kashk hissed loudly again, but he knew he had no leverage right now. He gave the Tarro the briefcase.
I wasss told thisss would lead to other jobsss.
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