Hawke says:
"
Greetings Unnamed-Organics, do you have an intragalactic multi-phasic frequency modulator or any parts with which to assemble such a device?"
One of Nash's bodyguards, or what you assume are bodyguards, takes a condescending interest in Hawke's question.
"Oh, of course I do." The sarcasm is thick.
"I always have one of those on me. You know, or the parts to ma--"
Nash cuts him off without so much as a look in his direction, voice raised, but controlled.
"That's quite enough. These are new business associates. As such, you will, accordingly, show the respect due." The witty bodyguard instantly goes silent, eyes drifting toward his feet. Silent moments of tension pass. The other bodyguard looks at the witty one, and just shakes his head.
Eyes still focused on the recent arrivals, Nash continues, his words relaxed and methodically cadenced.
"What he means to say is that he doesn't have one, but he might know something about getting one, although I doubt it would be as simple as dropping the credits at the local MechTronics." He pauses briefly.
"My apologies for the outburst. Good help can be so hard to find." He fixes an icy glare toward the witty bodygaurd, who looks up at Nash briefly, fear written all over his face.
Lexi says:
"So, Nash, tell us a bit about yourself. How do you propose to assist us in our goals?"Nash smiles at Lexi as he opens up a small metal case.
"Well, I suppose..." he pulls a deathstick out of the case,
"you could say I'm a businessman. Somewhat similar to corporate, but much less active when it comes to profiting by legal methodologies." Lighting the deathstick, he takes a long drag.
"In fact, despite my position as an Espo Investigator, the truth is that my most profitable, and, of course, less than legal business practices are largely based on my membership in an organization known as the Corporation. It gives me a power base of sorts to work with. You understand."
He looks at Lissewa, the hint of a smile on his face as he smooths his hair straight back with both hands, deathstick jutting straight out from his mouth.
"Although recent events in the past few months have seen my position within that organization usurped, and I find myself demoted in a sense, unofficially you could say, working street level again. More like an entrepreneur these days. Not that I mind. Reminds me of when I was younger."He looks wistful for someone who couldn't be older than 30, at most.
Nash gave both of his bodyguards a brief look, then nodded toward the door.
"Wait in the corridor." The two men immediately walk out of the lounge, door sliding shut behind them.
Another hit from his deathstick, and Nash continues, attention focused back on Lexi and the new arrivals.
"How can I help you? Well, if the Sith have plans for taking a majority shareholder's interest in the Corporate Sector, you'll want to start with Kraspen, which is essentially the capital of Bonadan, which, in turn, is the crown jewel and distribution hub for the entire Corp Sector and all of the systems it controls. And, if you want to make that happen, I've got connections, insight, both legal, and less than, which should prove invaluable. And the ambition."
He ponders for a moment, then his tone becomes less cordial, much more direct, forthcoming, and right to the point.
"Lissewa has filled me in on the grand strategy, although I'll assume not every detail. But, I think I know enough. What I hope to gain out of this is power, and position. At the very least, Lissewa and I have discussed positioning me as the controlling member of the Executive Board on Bonadan. A power play. Someone to serve as a figurehead, I would imagine, a willing partner in the Sith's ambition for galactic dominance. And the Sith plan is a sound one. The Corporate Sector is one big business. Take control of the top positions, and the CSA will be yours, giving you the power base and foothold you need to more capably move forward from there, although the Empire and the New Republic are not to be trifled with."
He takes another long drag from his death stick.
"As far as specifics for the immediate plan? Placing me at the top of the Corporation would be a good start. Granted, it's not the same as being on the Executive Board, but putting me in the seat of power for Bonadan's premier criminal organization is an excellent start."
He glances again at Lissewa, smokes, then puts out the deathstick.
"I believe, however, that your associate Fleshcrawler would need to be dealt with first, on the path to taking over the Corporation. You see, it would appear that he's the reason for my recent, albeit, unofficial demotion, and the one who did this." He gestures towards the web of scars on the left side of his face.
"Lissewa and I have come to a sort of conclusion that your Fleshcrawler may have inserted himself into the Corporation, and seeks to gain power for himself, rather than perform his duties for the Sith. That is, of course, assuming we're right about the whole thing."
