Ask Coruscant Chess Not Checkers.

[Jack Seypka]

Jack Seypka would be sitting in his office in the heart of the downtown district in Coruscant. It was a cloud day and amongst the backdrop of his offices multiple huge windows which had a film on them to see out but no one can see in, Ships would be scurrying by in the typical traffic. Going in every direction of various shapes and sizes as Jack sat quietly in his chair typing away. He had a glass of whiskey only a quarter full with exactly two cubes of ice sitting by his keyboard as the sounds of him clicking away was all that could be heard from the inside of his office.

Jack wore a typical three piece suit with a holster on his chest. A pocket watch dangling from a vest over his dress shirt. His pale blue eyes as cold as the planet of Hoth. He had a schedule today to meet a Autocrator Hypaxian XXVII...A King of some sorts in his own world. Try saying that name five times fast. Regardless the King requested a meeting with Jack and he much obliged as a businessman would. Managing to take a break from his typing to grab his drink and take a quick mouthful as he set it back down and continued back to his typing.

A secretary would be outside his office in a smaller lounge area sitting behind a desk as Jack would wait for the secretary to buzz him and let him know of his majesty's arrival. Jack wasn't interested in titles or heritage. He focused purely on business and anyone that was looking for anything else was nothing but boring to him. No dilly dallying or formalities but more of a straight to the point. The former syndicate was up to his eyeballs in work and couldn't afford the leisure of useless meetings.

This however would be something of use as Autocrator mentioned something of Security droids being used. Jack was building casinos, clubs and bars across the inner/core rim one by one and was planning to expand to the Outter rim. There would be a lot of moving pieces but for now it was piece by piece. Taking a cigarra from his jacket he would put it in his mouth and light it before slipping the lighter back into his pocket. His pale blue eyes reflecting the holoscreen of his computer as he continued to click away with a monotone look. It should be any moment before his majesty arrives.

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[Hypaxian]

"Dom...in...ar." Hypaxian drooled to the suffering receptionist in the arrivals lobby "Don't tell me, you've 'Not got that on your system'?" he rolled his eyes and scoffed. Since arriving on this force-foresaken planet, Coruscant, earlier today, Hypaxian had sufferedl little more than dissappointment aftter dissappointment. First, the landing bay Frooj had scheduled for him didn't have valet services. Second, the speeder limo they'd hired had addressed Frooj as if he was the one in charge!

Talk about core-centric values!

In the end they had ended up going back to the yacht, and flying that over. It was now parked in the Morata Corporations hanger facility nearby. "This world, has been nothing but trouble since I arrived. How anyone gets anything done under such conditions is beyond me." he grumbled, as finally the receptionist waved them through. "Indeed Sir, I shall lodge a complaint with the planets Dominar once we leave."

"They don't have a Dominar here you idiot Frooj. That's half of the bloody problem. They let people like you decide who gets to run the place." Hypaxian continued as they approached the office "Don't go getting any funny ideas. My father, Autocrator Hypaxian the Twenty-Sixth wrote a series of best-sellers on the failings of Democracy, you recall?" he harrumphed, pausing by the door.

Straightening his small crown, one of the few things he had 'liberated' from the family vault during his deposition, took a tiny sceptre off of Frooj, and gestured for the door to be opened. Hovering is chair in to the room, he slowly floated toward the desk, making his introductions as he did so. Frooj cleared his throat "I present his Serene Highness, Autocrator Hypaxian the Twenty-Seventh, Dominar of the Shadwarian Empire, and Warden of the Manpha Nebula."

Hypaxian drew level with the desk, and extended his free hand, a glinting crystal ring on his index finger, engraved with a 'H', toward Jack "Good Morning, Mr. Skepta. This must be a great day for you." he kept his hand held out, waiting for the correct defference, to be shown.

 

[Jack Seypka]

Jack Seypka would hear the buzzer of his door commence as his secretary let him. He sat at his desk with his pale blue eyes looking right through the little king. His face was monotone and unemotional as per usual as he sat there with his cigarra burning his hand. Bringing it over and taking a long drag as he exhaled and stood up. His smoke still in his mouth as he clasped his hands together and stuck a hand out to match his. Jack never kissed hands nor was use to this custom and it wouldn't make no difference.

Gripping the Kings hand in a firm shake he would sit back down before offering his grace a seat across his desk. "Glad to have you here." he said frankly. Taking a long drag of his cigarra as he exhaled quietly and continued to look at Hypaxian with his cold blue eyes. "I received a message in regards to a security contract in the outter rim from you and I have decided to look into it." Jack mentioned as he tapped his ashes off his cigarra.

"Would you like a drink before we get into this?" his facial expression focusing on him before shifting his gaze to his little servant that also followed him around. The bustling city of coruscant would continue its everyday life through the big windows of his office as vehicles continued to go in every direction and bright lights, signs and other buildings were glimmering in the backdrop of the pairs meeting.

@Nor'baal

 

[Hypaxian]

Rude.

All this travel, and I get offered a drink, what happened to the entertainment, the blood-sports?

"Glad to have you here." Hypaxian smiled politely at the welcome, as the man got directly into the business of the day. He talked about the security contract Hypaxian was interested in filling, before extending his offer for a drink - something Hypaxian found far more interesting at this exact moment.

Excitement etched itself across his small green face, and he moved over to the drinks cabinet. His eyes widened as he saw the range on offer, clearly, despite not adorning himself with the symbols of his station, this 'Jack' was a wealthy man, like the Dominars of old. "Certainly, a Shaddarian Shad-Whiskey, on the rocks, if you would?" he replied, drifting over to the table, and getting out his datapad.

 

[Jack Seypka]

Jack Seypka would continue to look at him as his pale blue eyes never once shifted. Watching as the somewhat new King that Jack never heard of made his way over to the drink cabinet and began to scan the entire cabinet with a weird sense of excitement. Jack continued watching as he stood up and walked over with his usual monotone look. Fortunate enough he had drinks from all across the galaxy of every kind. He was a whiskey connoisseur of sorts.

Grabbing the bottle and a glass as he flipped it up and poured the contents in at a quarter full. Grabbing a bucket cooled with ice inside and a pair of tongs he would take two pieces of ice and drop it into the glass before handing it to him and continuing his earlier talk. "I'm planning to open some Casinos/bars in the Outter rim with exotic clubs underneath. I will need top of the line droids for this."

He would walk back to his desk and take a mouthful of his drink before setting the glass back down on the table. "The needs are simple. 24/7 security both inside and out. It all will be legal but the outter rim is a more..Aggressive lifestyle." He would grab his smoke off the glass tray and relight it as he took a long drag and exhaled.

"We'll do a test run. Say a 3-5 year contract for 10 Million credits. You give me say, 2,000-3,000 Droids. If all works well. We will bind the contract to a permanent position." He would look at him with pale blue eyes and continue staring at him. "I will cover any costs if the Droids are damaged in the line of duty, you cover the cost of transporting them to locations and regular maintenance. Do we have a deal?".

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[Hypaxian]

Nodding along as the amber nectar of whatever this drink was burned its way into his reserve stomach, Hypaxian felt the need to light a cigar - yet, he did not have one. His sadness was immense, but soon quickly assuaged by the talk of a far greater pleasure - credits.

As he picked up one of the ice cubes, and, as was traditional with this specific beverage, ate it, he listened to the man's proposal. Basically, droid security for some clubs. His eyes nearly popped out of his head when the man mentioned ten million credits, but he did his best to suppress the feeling of euphoria at such an amount.

Frak it, here goes nothing.

"Hmmmm," he leant back in his chair as if deep in thought "...not at this amount. Factoring in operational costs, as well as the margin, we would be looking at closer to eighteen million, for that period." he said, with the cool panache of a well-practised business-being.

@Nor'baal
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[Jack Seypka]

Jack Seypka's pale blue eyes would stare right through him as he remained unfixed on his counter offer. Taking a long drag of his cigarra and staring at the supposed King for a while before talking to him. His whiskey glass sat next to him as he shifted his weight forward. "Well, I'm afraid that's to bad." he took another long drag of his cigarra. "You see, I have another offer with the AMS Droids this afternoon and I'm going to offer them the same thing. If they take it, you're shit out of luck." His face remained unimpressed by the counter offer.

Tapping the cigarra in the tray as the smoke billowed from the end of it. "The fact I'm taking ownership of fixing the damages makes me in this far deeper than you." he would say flatly as he took a mouthful of whiskey and felt the burning sensation on his tongue as the offer the King gave him was almost an insult to think he could outplay Jack. None the less, The former 5S would remain cool and refrain from picking the frog up and tossing him out the window. This probably wouldn't look to good for MorataCorp if someone was tossed through a office window they owned.

"I'm going to repeat my offer prior, If we can't come to an agreement than so be it." He took another long drag and exhaled before his blue eyes shot up at the frog with a serious gaze. The smoke still in his hand near his mouth. "This is Chess, Not checkers. Purely business. I have people jumping at the bit to get this contract. 10 Million for standing around? Easy money." with that he would press a buzzer on his desk getting ready to call his secretary in to escort him out.

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[Hypaxian]

Hypaxian was not one to abase himself for the sake of profits, and so he kept his face impassionate as he spoke next "Then, I wish you the best." he nodded, turning his seat slightly "If the AMS Droids fail to outbid me, you have my comm. Good morning, Mr Skepta."

With that, he turned his chair, and moved toward the door.

 

[Jack Seypka]

Jack Seypka would nod to him with respect as he hit the buzzer with his finger. "Tara, You may escort our Highness out." he would let his finger off it as he put the smoke in his mouth as he took a long drag and exhaled it through his nose as he put it into the glass ash tray and snubbed the flame out. Standing up out of respect he would clasp his hands together and look at him with his pale blue ice eyes. "Thank you for your time."

His secretary would come in to escort him as once he left his office he would sit back down and bring up a holoscreen in front of him. Beginning to click away at the holoboard as he began to write out an email to President Thornes secretary for a business meeting on behalf of Mr. Seypka. Taking another mouthful of his whiskey as he set the glass back down and continued typing. Fetching another smoke and lighting it from his metal case as this meeting was short and sweet.

Jack had zero time to waste and was already moving on as he had a business meeting with Senator York later this evening in regards to the Casinos and he had to be ready by supper time. A 3 year temporary contract for 10million and after becoming permanent with a higher profit margin boosting that 10million to more, Someone would surely be interested in it.

@Nor'baal

*Exit Thread if Hypaxian leaves the office*