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It had been a long while since Orrell had set foot on the planet Cantonica, his homeworld. he was a child when he left this world and now he was an inventor and businessman, he would have liked to return to his world with his rightful inheritance in hand but this could be a step in the right...

Atlan had hired out at a small booth, mock weapons of a few prototypes lay hanging across a wall, he stood in front of it, a small table with the business cards lay to his side as he waited to talk to interested parties. Atlan was here for one thing and one thing only, poetional investors, He...

seemed Jack was a man of many interests, perhaps they were cut from the same cloth, perhaps. he was about to go on about before the interruption of the guards, a twi'lek and a woman. it seemed Jack knew the woman judging by their friendly interaction. "care to introduce us" he would ask but...

he smirked at jack's answer to his musings, it was a possibility, he didn't know of Ilana's personal interests, she might be a fan of the sport but he was a cynic even at the best of times. It seemed Jack was interested in learning about Orrell's personal interests. "I wouldn't say this wasn't...

Orrell listened intently to jack's update on the vaccine, he obviously couldn't go into much detail in such a place as they were too many eyes and ears. he sipped at his whiskey as jack approved of his plans to be more involved. he lifted his glass with Jack's Toast adding to his words "and...

Orrell accepted the rink jack had poured out for him. "little a bit this and that, personal projects mostly" finishing with a sip of the whiskey, it was a fine whiskey he had chosen. He would wave off the offer of a cigarra "though I'm planning on taking a more vest interested in MC." he was...

It had been some time since Orrell had attended a public event such as this one, he had received an invite from a senior member of MC, Jack Seypka the chief of research, they had met once or twice before. He approached Jack table in an all-black outfit, he glanced at screens around him he...

Orrell rolled his eyes at the loudmouth human, it was clear to him the man lacked patience or tact. so clearly not a businesses man with the helmet under his arm, a pilot or a soldier of some kind? would explain his attitude. The Zeltron was clearly a drug addict and a joker at that, he was...

Orrell was always one for being on time but the not very thing was in his control, he stepped out of Airspeeder, his droid assistant to far behind him. "I expected you to plan for air traffic so we wouldn't be late, S3 " he spoke to his droid in disappointed if not slightly annoyed tone...

Orrell waited for to her finish counter offer, though he would be lying that the assaults on his character didn't sting him, he had been anything but underhanded, he had been forthright, he clearly stated his future objectives and why was she so concerned about usurping a usurper. His goal was...

A hand clasped his chin as Orrell lent back in contemplation at the offer, it was an appealing one, she was offering to be a Business Angel, giving him the capital he would need for his own plans though her conditions were unnecessary things once he got his brother out the picture. A...

His fingers interlocked as his hand rested on his lap, she wanted him to ask questions yet she hadn't even given a single idea what this joint venture was about. if this was her business pitch it needed work. "Well to ask questions, Dr Morata, I need to know what exactly are you offering, what...

He of course planned on expansion, his current place of work was a stepping stone, a placeholder while he planned his revenge, reclaimed what was rightfully his. Her offer was still vague though there was still enough information to raise his interest and suspicions of her and her motives. "Of...

He took her in for a second, his jump across her body scanning her, analysing her. Clothing, fine fabric, professional, rich? Hair, pulled back, simple, manageable. eyes, golden, interesting. Calm, not nervous, confident, experienced? Medical bag, what for? related to her offer? conclusion: An...

Orrell's face was bathed in blue light from his welding rod, it reflecting off his welding goggles as he sealed droids housing together. all manner of tools and parts lay neatly around his workshop, everything had its proper place, it's own assigned area and that the way he liked it, preparation...