Post by projectsunfire on Oct 8, 2007 0:13:26 GMT -5
((these are all NPC's, just so you know.))
An old rendition of Rodianys Mido played softly in the background as Urkri sat comfortably in his large nerfling skin business chair. His long pinkish-red fingers wrapped around a chalice, filled with Mando-wine. His other hand, with its slender fingers swished the air as he conducted the piece in his head. He'd listenned to this paricular Rodian Opera from his homeworld, many times. It soothed him more than anything he'd ever encountered in the galaxy.
On the table next to him a small light blinked and he reached out his sucksion cup finger and pressed it.
"Ya ko ki Kuat ma kaan, Vigo Urkri." Came the rodian on the other end of the line.
Urkri sighed a moment, and he took a sip of his whine. "Patchy mi tonka wangu." He said over the line, and He heard the signal switch.
"Sir!" Came a human voice now."It seems that the executives at the Kuat drive yards are not interested in our business." Came the familiar droneing voice on the other end of the line.
"Mi Goski Geska dwob." Urkri said calmly.
"Yes sir, I will give them some incentive. A little blood letting can be a healthy thing." Came the Droneing voice over the coms.
A delighted smile came to Urkri's little mouth and he switched off the communicator, and settled into his business chair again. It made the comfertable sound of creaking leather. He turned slowly to look out over the planet of Coroscant. The Sky hook had been built to be a place where the Vigo's of Black sun could do business in solitude. It was also out of the Jurisdiction of the local militia's, not that they would find anything here if they ever attempted to raid the place.
"Woo woo woo," Urkri laughed. Not that they would raid anyway. The syndicate was paid off with the right people, and the Jedi wouldn't know if they were there even if the Starhook was energy teathered to their main tower.
Their plans were not going smoothly but that was to be expected. At least until the execs at Kuat knew they meant business. Urkri took a sip of his wine and ran one of his slender suction cupped fingers along the rim of his chalice. It rang as only fine crystal could.
An old rendition of Rodianys Mido played softly in the background as Urkri sat comfortably in his large nerfling skin business chair. His long pinkish-red fingers wrapped around a chalice, filled with Mando-wine. His other hand, with its slender fingers swished the air as he conducted the piece in his head. He'd listenned to this paricular Rodian Opera from his homeworld, many times. It soothed him more than anything he'd ever encountered in the galaxy.
On the table next to him a small light blinked and he reached out his sucksion cup finger and pressed it.
"Ya ko ki Kuat ma kaan, Vigo Urkri." Came the rodian on the other end of the line.
Urkri sighed a moment, and he took a sip of his whine. "Patchy mi tonka wangu." He said over the line, and He heard the signal switch.
"Sir!" Came a human voice now."It seems that the executives at the Kuat drive yards are not interested in our business." Came the familiar droneing voice on the other end of the line.
"Mi Goski Geska dwob." Urkri said calmly.
"Yes sir, I will give them some incentive. A little blood letting can be a healthy thing." Came the Droneing voice over the coms.
A delighted smile came to Urkri's little mouth and he switched off the communicator, and settled into his business chair again. It made the comfertable sound of creaking leather. He turned slowly to look out over the planet of Coroscant. The Sky hook had been built to be a place where the Vigo's of Black sun could do business in solitude. It was also out of the Jurisdiction of the local militia's, not that they would find anything here if they ever attempted to raid the place.
"Woo woo woo," Urkri laughed. Not that they would raid anyway. The syndicate was paid off with the right people, and the Jedi wouldn't know if they were there even if the Starhook was energy teathered to their main tower.
Their plans were not going smoothly but that was to be expected. At least until the execs at Kuat knew they meant business. Urkri took a sip of his wine and ran one of his slender suction cupped fingers along the rim of his chalice. It rang as only fine crystal could.