Darth Gravis
Feb 9th, 2010, 04:43:05 PM
The Vilkas of Dantooine had proved to be an absolute success. It heralded the idea that those who found a niche', those who offered and specialized in something the competition did not would gain momentum and rise to the occasion. The Vilkas had filled its niche' quite nicely, as a five star pasta establishment. Jake had felt content with his singular restaurant, his diamond that sat in the rough known as Garang, the capitol of Dantooine. Yet as his operations of exploration and intrigue sent him farther and wider throughout the galaxy, his duties as a Sith forcing him to spend more time away from Dantooine, he needed a stronger cash flow.
That was were Muunilist came into play. The planet was renowned as a financial heart for the galaxy. The planet simply bled money from high end bankers, to investment firms to the iron ore extractors and miners that ventured here. The planet was simply wealthy. As a result, most of its business class seemed to roll in the dough. It also meant that it was a prime location for the establishment of The Vilkas on Muunilist. A second restaurant that catered specifically to the hungry business class. The first line of business had been to finalize the deal that bought out a restaurant in the banking sector. With that having been completed, Gravis gutted out the building, a two story beauty yet now had to decorate. He did not want two identical restaurants. He had expected to be on Muunilist for days, instead it turned into weeks.
The wrong materials, the wrong furniture, everything that went wrong seemed to go wrong. Still the Sith could not get to upset, he was still under budget which meant his endeavor had not cost him more than he expected. The new deadline was the The Vilkas of Muunilist would be up and running in a week... in other terms three weeks late. "Just wonderful." Gravis mumbled as he slammed his phone into his pocket. The work crews had blown out the restaurants fuse box which meant that would need to be replaced, though not on his dime. He needed something, anything to try and relax. His eyes shot past highlighted sign after highlighted sign. Bars were not his forte' as the Sith rarely drank. He learned early on that men who drank would always end up doing something stupid. He spotted restaurants yet nothing really heralded to him. The first reason, he simply was not hungry.
It was when he spotted a sign which read The Palace (http://www.gershwin-theater.com/images/broadway.jpg), a vertical jewel amongst a collage of horizontal blunders, the man found a way to pass his time and relieve his stress. He head heard of The Palace. On the outside it looked just like any other street side establishment but inside it was different. The building opened up into a near zen garden like establishment with tables and chairs dotted amongst an interior garden.
Making his way in, Daniels motioned to be seated, "Table for one." It was beautiful. Bushes, flower pots, blue walls which were painted like the sky, man made streams and a large koi pond. Absolutely gorgeous. Yet it was in this moment of solace that the Sith felt something, a tingling of sorts. The force itself was off balance for only a brief moment. This was a tell-tale sign that another user of the force was near or around. 'Wonderful.' The Sith thought internally as he was led to a stone table with wood chairs complimenting it. Even if he was able to figure out who it was around that caused the disturbance, Jake could only hope that his evening would still be relaxing... in one way or another.
That was were Muunilist came into play. The planet was renowned as a financial heart for the galaxy. The planet simply bled money from high end bankers, to investment firms to the iron ore extractors and miners that ventured here. The planet was simply wealthy. As a result, most of its business class seemed to roll in the dough. It also meant that it was a prime location for the establishment of The Vilkas on Muunilist. A second restaurant that catered specifically to the hungry business class. The first line of business had been to finalize the deal that bought out a restaurant in the banking sector. With that having been completed, Gravis gutted out the building, a two story beauty yet now had to decorate. He did not want two identical restaurants. He had expected to be on Muunilist for days, instead it turned into weeks.
The wrong materials, the wrong furniture, everything that went wrong seemed to go wrong. Still the Sith could not get to upset, he was still under budget which meant his endeavor had not cost him more than he expected. The new deadline was the The Vilkas of Muunilist would be up and running in a week... in other terms three weeks late. "Just wonderful." Gravis mumbled as he slammed his phone into his pocket. The work crews had blown out the restaurants fuse box which meant that would need to be replaced, though not on his dime. He needed something, anything to try and relax. His eyes shot past highlighted sign after highlighted sign. Bars were not his forte' as the Sith rarely drank. He learned early on that men who drank would always end up doing something stupid. He spotted restaurants yet nothing really heralded to him. The first reason, he simply was not hungry.
It was when he spotted a sign which read The Palace (http://www.gershwin-theater.com/images/broadway.jpg), a vertical jewel amongst a collage of horizontal blunders, the man found a way to pass his time and relieve his stress. He head heard of The Palace. On the outside it looked just like any other street side establishment but inside it was different. The building opened up into a near zen garden like establishment with tables and chairs dotted amongst an interior garden.
Making his way in, Daniels motioned to be seated, "Table for one." It was beautiful. Bushes, flower pots, blue walls which were painted like the sky, man made streams and a large koi pond. Absolutely gorgeous. Yet it was in this moment of solace that the Sith felt something, a tingling of sorts. The force itself was off balance for only a brief moment. This was a tell-tale sign that another user of the force was near or around. 'Wonderful.' The Sith thought internally as he was led to a stone table with wood chairs complimenting it. Even if he was able to figure out who it was around that caused the disturbance, Jake could only hope that his evening would still be relaxing... in one way or another.