[ASK] Skulls and Bones

[Nor'baal]

Skulls and Bones​

Torc ''The Hutt'' Davip
Milos Davip
Roman Solano

Location: Nar Shaddaa, the Bantha Club. Private members only.

Objective: Following several private encrypted communications between the Davips and Roman Solano it has been decided by both sides that the time has come for a personal meeting. Intended to formulate a small agreement by which the Davips shall use Roman Solano as an agent for their gun trading on the planet on which he currently operates, all that remains is for both sides to agree on the numbers. As always, security and discretion is paramount, and as such the Davips have secured a membership for themselves at this exclusive club, with Roman Solano being invited as their guest.

Rain pattered off the front 'window' of the Davip's Pride as it came into a calm and controlled landing at the private berth of the Bantha Club. The usual hiss accompanied the drop of the departure ramp as the brothers disembarked from their vessel, and where escorted by the clubs staff to their room. A lusciously appointed place, one table, a private bar, and completely bug proof. Their coats where taken, and hung up by the ever attentive, and discrete staff, and the Davips took their seat at one side of the table.

Large comfortable chairs, high backed, and a round black-wood table. The Davips had drinks bought over, and music started to play. After all, what good was membership to such places if one could not enjoy them?

They sat back, for their guest would soon be here.

 

[Silver Cutlass]

"Sir, we've arrived at the Bantha Club." The AirTaxi Driver informed him. Roman reached into his suit jacket pocket and pulled out a few credit coins, matching the value on the meter, and exited the air speeder. It had entered in the speeder bay, and as soon as its passenger exited, the AirTaxi was back in flight, headed to who knows where. Solano readjusted his jacket and started forward, arriving at the entrance to the actual club, which was guarded by two men, one a very big bouncer and the other an attendee of the Club.

"Name?" The big man asked, as he and Skull Face locked eyes. He raised an eyebrow towards Roman, probably observing his burnt skin. "Roman Solano." Roman answered him, as the attendee scrolled down his datapad's list. "Ahh, here we are. Mister Davip has asked for you to be brought to one of the private rooms." The attendee stated, as he entered into the club, motioning for Roman to follow him. They walked through the main Club room, where many people were drinking, dancing, gambling, and watching the dancers.

These people all seemed to be having a good time, all knowingly oblivious to the dastardly meeting taking place in the Club. But that was the way Roman wanted them. Eventually, they reached the Private Room occupied by the Davips. The guard at the door stepped to the side to allow Roman and the attendee entrance. As they entered, Roman got a look around the little place. It was quaint; there was a single table, and private bar, and the chairs looked mighty comfortable. He also took notice of his contacts, Torc and Milos Davip. Two of the saltiest small-time criminals he knew of.

The attendee took Roman's coat, and Roman himself placed his hat on the rack. All that left was his nice white dress shirt, his black vest, and his black tie tucked under the vest. He left his shades on as well. He walked over to the table and took a seat across from the Davips. "Torc Davip and Milos Davip. Nice to finally meet you both in person." Roman stated, as he leaned back in the chair and got a feet for it, while he waited for a response.

 

[Nor'baal]

As Roman Solano sat down, Torc looked up ''I return the compliment Mr Solana.'' he replied.

Waiting for the man to make himself comfortable, Milos stood up, and went to stand by the window, watching the speeders and ships of the Hutt planet whiz past. There was not need for him to speak in this, Torc and he had already discussed terms which they could both agree on, and since Torc agreed to act as Milos's agent, Milos was happy to let him do the talking.

The large man spoke ''Lets get down to business. I understand your looking to start selling arms? Tell me more, numbers, locations and....consumers.''

 

[Silver Cutlass]

Roman watched as Milos stood and walked over to the window, watching the events outside. He wasn't much of a talker, it seemed. He nodded as Torc spoke and wanted to move on to business. "To the point, I like that." Roman mentioned, before he continued on.

He cleared his throat, and began to speak. "You're aware of events conspiring on Ylesia's southern-most continent, aren't you? No? Allow me to explain. Right now, there's a small war brewing. Two sides, a gang headed by Nularra Besadii Tia, and the other a slave rebellion led by Jorig, one of Nularra's previous slaves. They both have fair resources, but have been going back and forth with each other in a game of cat-and-mouse in their little niche on Ylesia.

"However, they are both about to have a problem on their hands. Nularra's spice mines haven't been turning much of a profit, so the other Hutts are stiffing him until he proves himself by dealing with the rebellion. Jorig's Rebels only have so many weapons and so much ammo, and they are running low on both. I set up shop on Ylesia, and both Nularra and Jorig will come crawling to me." Roman paused for several moments to let Torc soak in what he had said.

"Now, before I continue, I need a little information from you. What all products do you need me to sell, and how much do you sale each unit for?" Roman asked in turn, leaning forward, expecting to hear Torc's answer.

 

[Nor'baal]

Completely unconcerned by the response he received, this talk of slave rebellions and the like did not surprise him, for many of his clients used his weapons for considerably....worse reasons.

He snapped his fingers, and the door opened, two men bearing a large crate between them entered, followed by a veritable chain of other crate bearing men. The lined them up behind Torc, and opened them before leaving. Torc stood, gesturing for Roman to do the same. As he walked down the line of crates, he read out what was in each one.

''We got your basic side arms here, the usually go for about 110 on the Legal Market. I would sell them to you for 150. These beauties, man I love this thing. Your standard pattern Rifle, got me out of many a situation when I was younger. 330 for one. This, an RPG of sorts, 1,200, first shot included.'' he stopped at the next line of crates.

''We get serious here, this is a handgun, a damn powerful one. 750 Credits. A proximity mine, 500. A faster repeating rifle, takes slugs, 1,800. Anything else you think the clients need, you let me know, and I can get hold of it.''

 

[Silver Cutlass]

Roman nodded and stood, nodding his head every time Torc displayed his weapons. Nice selection definitely, and prices weren't too expensive either. "Pretty nice array of weapons, definitely. Here's my thoughts though, for the first order. I'm not a wealthy man. My first order, which will be a small one, rather than buying them at wholesale from you, I take the weapons and sell at a higher price point and take, say, a 12-percent royalty for myself. With a higher price point on the weapons, that means you still get the profit you desire." He paused, and though about it.

A man like Torc didn't like anyone's ideas but his own initially, so he'd have to elaborate. "For example, your basic side arm. I think I might can price those at 180 credits on Ylesia. When I sell it, I take off my twelve percent, that means I get 21.6 credits, and you get back 158 credits." He stopped right there and continued on another note, to address whatever concerns Torc might have. "I'm sure that you don't like just giving your weapons to anybody. That's why I'll only require a small amount of your guns. Let's say, 10 of the basic pistols, 4 of the standard rifles, 2 of the big handguns, 2 of the repeating rifles, and 2 of the RPG's. And, I can have your money back to you in the first several weeks." He stopped to let Torc respond.

 

[Nor'baal]

Torc got out a datapad, and did the calculations. This venture would net a small profit, about 2,000 credits for them, not bad for a small job like this, especially one that could lead to greater deals with Roman Solano. However, just giving away his weapons did not ring comfortably with Torc, and his brother Milos could see it.

Turning away from the window, Milos walked up and picked up one of the handguns. He turned to face Roman. ''If you take these weapons, and you do not pay us, I will kill you myself.'' he said softly, the rifle hanging loosely at his side.

Torc stood, and spoke also ''But that wont be needed, Mr Solano, may this be the start of a healthy business relationship.''

 

[Silver Cutlass]

Skull Face simply tilted his head and smiled at Milos as he threatened Roman. "I'm sure you would. If there is one thing we all have in common, we are all men of our word." He rebutted the threat, using it to strengthen the veracity of his own statements. When Torc stood and spoke, it was time to finalize the deal. Roman nodded and extended a gloved hand out to Torc. "And may all our bank accounts be filled to the brim with credits." He stated.

Once Torc shook his hand, Roman waltzed backwards to the coat rack and placed his suit jacket back on his person, and he also placed his hat back on his scarred, bald head. "For now, I'm still working on getting the rest of my... inventory, so it'll be a short while until I need to pick up the weapons. But when I do, I'll contact you." Roman reached into his suit jacket pocket and pulled out a fresh cigar, and following the placement of it between his lips he grabbed his lighter and lit it, and placed the lighter away before speaking again. "There anything else you wanna address?"

 

[Nor'baal]

Milos kept is stony expression, and did not reply to Skull Face, the threat was made, and a man of the world as Roman liked to call himself, would know what it meant. Torc shook the hand, and shook his head.

''There is nothing else we can do. Let us keep our trust dependant in this one job. Do this, and then we may speak again.'' he said.

 

[Silver Cutlass]

Roman nodded, as he pulled out the cigar to huff out a cloud of smoke. "Be seeing you." He stated, in a cold and flat tone, before he walked over to the door, which slid open. The man in the suit strode past the guard stationed at the door and headed back through the club, and stopped to look at the club members who were still continuing their little part. The sight caused Roman to shake his head at the people wantonly wasting precious time, and continued on into the landing bay, where an AirTaxi had conveniently pulled in to drop someone off. Once its current occupant left, Roman stopped the Taxi from leaving and hopped into the back-seat, the Rodian driver looking back and asking him for a destination. "Refugee Sector. Got some business to attend to." And with that, the AirTaxi left the Bantha Club, leaving Torc and Milos to their own business as Roman went about his own.