"You said not to shoot anybody!" Raezyr yelled at his brother back at their hotel. They were both lounging at the private bar in Trychon's suite. "I didn't actually even mean to do it, not that I care about the guy. I just got so angry when he told me my leg was not fixable."
"So you gave him a heart attack? Why didn't you just tell him you wanted to find a second opinion?" Trychon asked while he made goofy faces in his disguise while looking at his reflection.
"Well... I did, kinda. Just went overboard at the same time." He responded as he twirled his slugthrower mindlessly. "It won't come back to bite us, I don't think. I paid up front in hard creds and they didn't get a name because I explained that I didn't have my idents yet. I could feel that they didn't believe me, which is ironic... But in the end nobody wants to turn down pocketable money."
"Fine. No more killing on this trip though."
"Agreed. Are we going to meet with your consultant now? I want to get this over with." He stood up and put his weapon back in its holster and started towards the door. He knew this was important to their plans, but it didn't interest him nearly as much as it did his brother.
"Alright, get back here," Raezyr heard coming back from the common area. He headed back and was getting ready to complain about the delay when he saw Trychon was setting up a flatpanel transmission.
"Alright Mr. Mon Muhnn, my associate is ready. Do you have the list I asked for? Your prime candidates under the conditions I laid out?"
"Yes, sir I do. I've contacted the ones I could and have them ready for brief discussions before we move forward. They are all fairly young companies with a strong business plan but slow progress due to lack of capital. Most because they didn't have enough of a business background to get the loans they really needed. High risk and somewhat desperate."
"Perfect. Link us up, Mon Muhnn."
With that, a separate display popped up with a male and female of a near-human race Raezyr didn't recognize.
The male nodded. "Greetings and well wishes, Misters Vandelay and Alucard. Mr. Mon Muhnn has told us of your interest in investing in our venture. We appreciate your unexpected interest, but we're afraid we must decline."
Trychon looked pensive. "I'm sorry to hear that. It's an awful lot of money to be turning down without any discussion."
The female spoke next. "Yes, it is an awful lot of money. Lodo Drives is our dream and our lives. The amount you propose would give you legal controlling interest and majority ownership."
Trychon gave her an understanding smile. "I know what you mean. We're just humble self-employed miners ourselves who happened to get lucky. It was hard for a very long time for us, but we wouldn't trade our freedom for better accommodation by a corporate mining firm, and it paid off. We're not looking to sweep your life from under you. We're just looking for like-minded individuals we would like to support and can give us a return higher than a banking institution. We would entrust the business handling to you entirely."
Surely it sounded too good to be true to the alien couple. Sure enough Raezyr noticed it gave them pause. The male responded again. "That sounds wonderful, but truly we are only looking to make an honest living and work for ourselves. There is much that we could do with that money to be sure, but it is not what we are looking for."
"You could expand your business and do wonderful things." Trychon let it sink in for a moment. "Within months, you could use that growth to hire strong help to take a lot of the load off of yourselves. Your lives would be enriched with the free time alone, though I'm sure the additional credits you could be pulling in would also help." After letting them mull for another half minute he interrupted just before they gave their last attempt at declining his offer. "We'd be willing to draw up paperwork that ensures we have no more than minor influence and control unless you are struggling."
Together their jaws nearly dropped. "So you're serious about what you say?"
Trychon looked back for Raezyr's consent. Trusting in whatever plans his brother had he gave an imperceptible nod. "Of course."
"Then I guess we should set up a time for you to come look at our business a bit more in depth. Yes?"
"Not necessary. After meeting you, I know all I need to know. I'll have the documents drawn up and we can proceed from there."
"We can have them checked by a legal advisor before we agree?"
"Naturally. Though we are only on planet a few short days before we must go back to oversee a few things."
"We understand. We look forward to hearing from you."
After they signed off, the investment agent Scin Mon Muhnn wanted to object to Trychon's seeming recklessness, but the older Sith was having none of it. He told the man to connect the next prospect and they continued on.
Raezyr mostly sat quietly through several similar proceedings that went the same way. Some were more resistant than others, though that may have been due to the fact that only some were being offered enough capital to potentially lost control of their business. They were all substantial investments though. In the end, Trychon convinced all of them that it was in their best interest. After looking back for his sibling's approval, he made them final.
That changed when they got to the investment Trychon said was their next to last one. It was a middle aged Toydarian male, who outright refused. Trychon agreed quickly to only a forty percent share and the alien grinned and accepted. After dismissing the alien and then their broker, he looked back to Raezyr and told him to go ahead and ask the questions that were on his mind.
"Mind trick?" He asked, sounding impressed.
"Not quite, no. Similar, but it's more of an aura of authority and power. It's easier to do over long distances or a transmission than a real mind trick. My holocron's been helping me. Still can't get the mind trick regularly, but this worked out well. I knew it probably would after I was able to convince Mon Muhnn to share his best leads with me for his normal fee. He'll still make a killing, but it could've cost much more."
"Shiny. You gave up on the small arms company rather easily though." The younger Sith noted.
Trychon grinned nearly from ear to ear. "Yes, Toydarians are notoriously hard to influence with the Force. I knew it wasn't worth my time."
"You're smiling awfully big."
"He recently went public with his company. That was the only public company I targeted. As soon as he makes any sort of expansion move or press release, I've set an account up to anonymously buy shares in small increments over the next two months or so. He'll think he's being successful, but ultimately we will have the majority shares in his company. That was an important one."
"So is that it?" Raezyr asked. "Are we done here on Den Var? Because I could have sworn you said we had an investment appointment elsewhere."
"We do. It's the big one," Trychon informed his brother. "This one we meet in person, but he wanted to meet at Club Sky. I guess he wanted a more casual setting."
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"I still don't understand why a big shot businessman wants to meet at a small time night-club like Club Sky," Raezyr said, tipping his wide brim hat back to get a better look around the dimly-lit room. He was already growing to like the hat as he could pull it low and make the scar on his face less visible, yet still have the natural peripherial vision that even the best helmets failed to afford the wearer. "And I don't see anyone even fitting his description."
"He said to take a seat at the bar and we would be contacted," Trychon said walking to the bar and leaning both elbows on the plastoid counter. They each ordered an ale and after it was served, turned and put their backs to the bar.
The older of the two could sense his brother's impatience growing, but before he could say anything, a pale-skinned Twi'lek female in an extremely well-tailored business suit approached. "Mr. Alucard? Mr. Vandelay, I presume?"
The Sith nodded.
"Excellent. I am Lao Vestin. My employer, the honorable Zhan Helwae, sends his greetings and bids you follow me," the Twi'leki female said with an enchanting smile and turned without waiting for their answer.
Trychon took a moment to appreciate the alien's curves as she strode across the room. "I could follow that all day," he commented.
"I bet you could. First droids, now aliens," Raezyr said dryly, rolling his eyes and giving his brother a small shove in the right direction.
She lead them over to a small hallway and stopped at a door with a key pad. She punched in a series of numbers and the door whooshed open. She lead them into a small foyer in front of a turbolift whose doors opened only after the door to the room had closed behind them. Once again she plugged in a set of numbers. The building was approximately three stories tall and the Sith warriors expected a short but swift rise upward. Instead they were thrown for a loop when the lift began to drop instead. And it continued to drop for some time, much longer than they expected.
A bemused smile crossed Vestin's lips. "Club Sky has many private levels, each lower level more exclusive than the one above it. The only way to get to a lower level is to be invited by someone already there," she explained. "While Mr. Helwae doesn't have access to the bottom, he does however, have access to one of the lowest. No one knows exactly how many levels there are total, except for those on the bottom. My personal guess is there are 100 levels."
The lift suddenly came to a stop and the doors slid open to a foyer similar to the one they had just left. "Welcome to level 87, gentlemen."
"So you gave him a heart attack? Why didn't you just tell him you wanted to find a second opinion?" Trychon asked while he made goofy faces in his disguise while looking at his reflection.
"Well... I did, kinda. Just went overboard at the same time." He responded as he twirled his slugthrower mindlessly. "It won't come back to bite us, I don't think. I paid up front in hard creds and they didn't get a name because I explained that I didn't have my idents yet. I could feel that they didn't believe me, which is ironic... But in the end nobody wants to turn down pocketable money."
"Fine. No more killing on this trip though."
"Agreed. Are we going to meet with your consultant now? I want to get this over with." He stood up and put his weapon back in its holster and started towards the door. He knew this was important to their plans, but it didn't interest him nearly as much as it did his brother.
"Alright, get back here," Raezyr heard coming back from the common area. He headed back and was getting ready to complain about the delay when he saw Trychon was setting up a flatpanel transmission.
"Alright Mr. Mon Muhnn, my associate is ready. Do you have the list I asked for? Your prime candidates under the conditions I laid out?"
"Yes, sir I do. I've contacted the ones I could and have them ready for brief discussions before we move forward. They are all fairly young companies with a strong business plan but slow progress due to lack of capital. Most because they didn't have enough of a business background to get the loans they really needed. High risk and somewhat desperate."
"Perfect. Link us up, Mon Muhnn."
With that, a separate display popped up with a male and female of a near-human race Raezyr didn't recognize.
The male nodded. "Greetings and well wishes, Misters Vandelay and Alucard. Mr. Mon Muhnn has told us of your interest in investing in our venture. We appreciate your unexpected interest, but we're afraid we must decline."
Trychon looked pensive. "I'm sorry to hear that. It's an awful lot of money to be turning down without any discussion."
The female spoke next. "Yes, it is an awful lot of money. Lodo Drives is our dream and our lives. The amount you propose would give you legal controlling interest and majority ownership."
Trychon gave her an understanding smile. "I know what you mean. We're just humble self-employed miners ourselves who happened to get lucky. It was hard for a very long time for us, but we wouldn't trade our freedom for better accommodation by a corporate mining firm, and it paid off. We're not looking to sweep your life from under you. We're just looking for like-minded individuals we would like to support and can give us a return higher than a banking institution. We would entrust the business handling to you entirely."
Surely it sounded too good to be true to the alien couple. Sure enough Raezyr noticed it gave them pause. The male responded again. "That sounds wonderful, but truly we are only looking to make an honest living and work for ourselves. There is much that we could do with that money to be sure, but it is not what we are looking for."
"You could expand your business and do wonderful things." Trychon let it sink in for a moment. "Within months, you could use that growth to hire strong help to take a lot of the load off of yourselves. Your lives would be enriched with the free time alone, though I'm sure the additional credits you could be pulling in would also help." After letting them mull for another half minute he interrupted just before they gave their last attempt at declining his offer. "We'd be willing to draw up paperwork that ensures we have no more than minor influence and control unless you are struggling."
Together their jaws nearly dropped. "So you're serious about what you say?"
Trychon looked back for Raezyr's consent. Trusting in whatever plans his brother had he gave an imperceptible nod. "Of course."
"Then I guess we should set up a time for you to come look at our business a bit more in depth. Yes?"
"Not necessary. After meeting you, I know all I need to know. I'll have the documents drawn up and we can proceed from there."
"We can have them checked by a legal advisor before we agree?"
"Naturally. Though we are only on planet a few short days before we must go back to oversee a few things."
"We understand. We look forward to hearing from you."
After they signed off, the investment agent Scin Mon Muhnn wanted to object to Trychon's seeming recklessness, but the older Sith was having none of it. He told the man to connect the next prospect and they continued on.
Raezyr mostly sat quietly through several similar proceedings that went the same way. Some were more resistant than others, though that may have been due to the fact that only some were being offered enough capital to potentially lost control of their business. They were all substantial investments though. In the end, Trychon convinced all of them that it was in their best interest. After looking back for his sibling's approval, he made them final.
That changed when they got to the investment Trychon said was their next to last one. It was a middle aged Toydarian male, who outright refused. Trychon agreed quickly to only a forty percent share and the alien grinned and accepted. After dismissing the alien and then their broker, he looked back to Raezyr and told him to go ahead and ask the questions that were on his mind.
"Mind trick?" He asked, sounding impressed.
"Not quite, no. Similar, but it's more of an aura of authority and power. It's easier to do over long distances or a transmission than a real mind trick. My holocron's been helping me. Still can't get the mind trick regularly, but this worked out well. I knew it probably would after I was able to convince Mon Muhnn to share his best leads with me for his normal fee. He'll still make a killing, but it could've cost much more."
"Shiny. You gave up on the small arms company rather easily though." The younger Sith noted.
Trychon grinned nearly from ear to ear. "Yes, Toydarians are notoriously hard to influence with the Force. I knew it wasn't worth my time."
"You're smiling awfully big."
"He recently went public with his company. That was the only public company I targeted. As soon as he makes any sort of expansion move or press release, I've set an account up to anonymously buy shares in small increments over the next two months or so. He'll think he's being successful, but ultimately we will have the majority shares in his company. That was an important one."
"So is that it?" Raezyr asked. "Are we done here on Den Var? Because I could have sworn you said we had an investment appointment elsewhere."
"We do. It's the big one," Trychon informed his brother. "This one we meet in person, but he wanted to meet at Club Sky. I guess he wanted a more casual setting."
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"I still don't understand why a big shot businessman wants to meet at a small time night-club like Club Sky," Raezyr said, tipping his wide brim hat back to get a better look around the dimly-lit room. He was already growing to like the hat as he could pull it low and make the scar on his face less visible, yet still have the natural peripherial vision that even the best helmets failed to afford the wearer. "And I don't see anyone even fitting his description."
"He said to take a seat at the bar and we would be contacted," Trychon said walking to the bar and leaning both elbows on the plastoid counter. They each ordered an ale and after it was served, turned and put their backs to the bar.
The older of the two could sense his brother's impatience growing, but before he could say anything, a pale-skinned Twi'lek female in an extremely well-tailored business suit approached. "Mr. Alucard? Mr. Vandelay, I presume?"
The Sith nodded.
"Excellent. I am Lao Vestin. My employer, the honorable Zhan Helwae, sends his greetings and bids you follow me," the Twi'leki female said with an enchanting smile and turned without waiting for their answer.
Trychon took a moment to appreciate the alien's curves as she strode across the room. "I could follow that all day," he commented.
"I bet you could. First droids, now aliens," Raezyr said dryly, rolling his eyes and giving his brother a small shove in the right direction.
She lead them over to a small hallway and stopped at a door with a key pad. She punched in a series of numbers and the door whooshed open. She lead them into a small foyer in front of a turbolift whose doors opened only after the door to the room had closed behind them. Once again she plugged in a set of numbers. The building was approximately three stories tall and the Sith warriors expected a short but swift rise upward. Instead they were thrown for a loop when the lift began to drop instead. And it continued to drop for some time, much longer than they expected.
A bemused smile crossed Vestin's lips. "Club Sky has many private levels, each lower level more exclusive than the one above it. The only way to get to a lower level is to be invited by someone already there," she explained. "While Mr. Helwae doesn't have access to the bottom, he does however, have access to one of the lowest. No one knows exactly how many levels there are total, except for those on the bottom. My personal guess is there are 100 levels."
The lift suddenly came to a stop and the doors slid open to a foyer similar to the one they had just left. "Welcome to level 87, gentlemen."
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