Mandalore

Orbital status




"...hail them..."

"..aye sir..."

Richter's expressionless face gazed out of the shuttle's cockpit plexi-glass window down at the planet below, its aura casting an eerie blue light within the cabin.

Moments later a rather hoarse sounding voice replied through the static ...

"...state your identity and nature of your business..."

"...I am Richter Bayern , head of GLR Ltd, we are here to meet with the Galactic Liason Officer on behest of, President Beff Pike BHG...."

Silence.

Richter raised an eyebrow slightly towards the pilot, and impatiently awaited a response...

The Hub(Guildstowne-Mandalore):

"Interesting. They asked for who?"

The metalic voice of HAL droned the reply, "...A Galactic Liason Officer..."

Steepling his fingers over his chest, President Pike slumped back into the plush material of his seat, the look on his face was one of pure amusement.

"Richter Bayern... GLR Ltd. How very interesting... and here I thought that Vinda would have... Nevermind."

HAL seemed nonplaused by the postulation, "... The fleet is cloaked and holding on their position. All signs positive, the fleet was not detected ..."

Nodding, Beff queeried again, "And the planetary sheilds?"

"... Raised at the moment of detection. They have remained up since the ship entered the system..."

"Good good. Send up one of the Stealthrays... Let her get nice and close before decloaking. The moment the pilot is in position, patch me through, direct. I will await further notice in my office."

"..they're not going for it..."

Richter simply frowned in response to the pilot's observations...

"...shall I hail them again?..."

Feeling a little uneasy Richter shook his head...

"...no, they'll respond.."

"..and if they don't?..."

Richter glared at the pilot in front of him, before replying...

"...have you ever met a bounty hunter before?..."

"..er...no..."

"...then I suggest you sit still, shut up, and concentrate on what your doing...I didn't come all this way just to get killed...
They'll reply when their good and ready, the last thing we want to do is antagonise them"

Wincing slightly from Richter's sharp comment , the pilot suddenly found interest in the controls in front of him, until something else caught his eye...

"...scanners picking up a ship...there!... right beside us..."

Clambering over the pilot to get a better view , Richter smiled a little as he observed the ship that had suddenly appeared alongside them...

...cloaked... this one's cautious...

"...now what do we do?..."

Richter gauged the ship before him, it wasn't one he recognised...

"...thats up to them..."

"The package is ready, Mr.President."

"Indeed?" Beff seemed pleased with the whole situation and, for what reason, no one was able to tell. "Good good, open communications with our... visitors."

The junior officer nodded and moved to establish the uplink while the President slipped into his expansive nerf-hide chair that sat behind the, so-called, Presidential desk. This auspicious office was the used by the Guild for a number of reasons, not the least of which was to impress the eye.

His image would appear two-dimensional, not being one to bother with standing around in holograms. Beff widely regarded holograms as far too revealing.

Slowly the lights in the office dimmed and shifted direction. The effect of which was that Beff would appear to be cloaked in shadows, thus; hiding his features, while behind him the impressive sight of the Mandalorian horizon, with it's setting primary, would only add to the impressive flavor of the communication.

It was, after all, about drama.

"We're ready Mr.President."



The icon of the Bounty Hunters Guild swirls about the screen before you. A tusked skull with the letters BHG dimly visible in the background. Then, scrolling from right to left, the words "President Pike, CEO - BHG" pass by. Shortly after, the image is replaced with that of a humanoid figure, seated in a high-back chair and, steeped in shadows.

...gimmie a break...


Richter raised an eyebrow at the sight of , (eventually), the Bounty Hunter sat behind his desk, he hadn't expected this kind of dramatic response to a simple communications hail...

this guy likes an entrance...

Waiting for a few moments , to make sure the introduction was over , (as he wasn't entirely convinced it was), Richter bowed his head slightly and greeted the recipient...

"...President Pike... its an honour, allow me to introduce myself, I am Richter Bayern of GLR , I am here to finalise our agreement...I am told everything is ready and prepared...shall we come down to meet you face to face, perhaps talk in a more private setting ?...."