Leo Drechsler
Nov 22nd, 2004, 10:07:53 PM
"Perhaps so. Nonetheless, we can make it appear as though we have an interest in his new shipment."
The first thing to strike anyone meeting the man speaking was the refined air that pervaded a room upon his entry. The silken tounge and the mature, handsome face. His eyes were like looking at fiery brimstone, so much went on behind those shadowy portals that it was always impossible to truly read the man. His aide, Davl, nodded at the words of the older gentleman, noting everything his superior said in his mind. Datapads could be dangerous if they fell into the wrong hands.
Moff Leo Drechsler held his glass of cognac aloft, swilling it slightly before downing the drink and setting it upon the small ornate table separating the men in a swift motion.
"If Verger has any further questions, you will see to it that they are answered as I see fit, Dval."
Davl nodded, standing up. The days (somewhat shady) business had been completed, the shipment of a brand new and highly illegal spice was one of the many interests the Moff had running, which he had successfully kept hidden from Internal Intelligence. Until recently.
"Desaria's lackey's are quite the problem. If they stumble upon Verger . . .things would be complicated."
"Verger knows much, your Excellency." Muttered Dval.
"He does indeed." A glint twinkled in Drechsler's eyes, "With the situation now becoming more dangerous, we should see to our friend Verger."
"He is criminal filth. He would not be missed."
The Moff smiled at his underlings words, noting the distinct dislike Dval had for the underworld contact, Verger.
"You will see to it of course, Dval."
Dval bowed at the waist. Of course.
"I must meet with some benefactors, begone now. Put a tail on Verger, a good one."
Dval bowed again and took his leave with a solemn expression upon his indistinct features.
Drechsler turned to ponder the view from his chambers windows, the city of Ajal lay spread out below his palace, the capitol of Dorvalla. Stroking his beard, the Moff growled under his breath. He had worked many years to build his empire within an empire. Now, due to the failings of lesser men, all was threatened. He needed an escape strategy - but more then that, he wanted more.
More power. He had it in ample supply as a Moff, but yearned for a greater position - one not concerned with fighting distant wars and wasting countless credits on blasters and warships. Desaria and Anar were as fat as suckling pigs upon the bacta wealth, wealth that Drechsler would have - as soon as he dealt with this small inconvenience.
The first thing to strike anyone meeting the man speaking was the refined air that pervaded a room upon his entry. The silken tounge and the mature, handsome face. His eyes were like looking at fiery brimstone, so much went on behind those shadowy portals that it was always impossible to truly read the man. His aide, Davl, nodded at the words of the older gentleman, noting everything his superior said in his mind. Datapads could be dangerous if they fell into the wrong hands.
Moff Leo Drechsler held his glass of cognac aloft, swilling it slightly before downing the drink and setting it upon the small ornate table separating the men in a swift motion.
"If Verger has any further questions, you will see to it that they are answered as I see fit, Dval."
Davl nodded, standing up. The days (somewhat shady) business had been completed, the shipment of a brand new and highly illegal spice was one of the many interests the Moff had running, which he had successfully kept hidden from Internal Intelligence. Until recently.
"Desaria's lackey's are quite the problem. If they stumble upon Verger . . .things would be complicated."
"Verger knows much, your Excellency." Muttered Dval.
"He does indeed." A glint twinkled in Drechsler's eyes, "With the situation now becoming more dangerous, we should see to our friend Verger."
"He is criminal filth. He would not be missed."
The Moff smiled at his underlings words, noting the distinct dislike Dval had for the underworld contact, Verger.
"You will see to it of course, Dval."
Dval bowed at the waist. Of course.
"I must meet with some benefactors, begone now. Put a tail on Verger, a good one."
Dval bowed again and took his leave with a solemn expression upon his indistinct features.
Drechsler turned to ponder the view from his chambers windows, the city of Ajal lay spread out below his palace, the capitol of Dorvalla. Stroking his beard, the Moff growled under his breath. He had worked many years to build his empire within an empire. Now, due to the failings of lesser men, all was threatened. He needed an escape strategy - but more then that, he wanted more.
More power. He had it in ample supply as a Moff, but yearned for a greater position - one not concerned with fighting distant wars and wasting countless credits on blasters and warships. Desaria and Anar were as fat as suckling pigs upon the bacta wealth, wealth that Drechsler would have - as soon as he dealt with this small inconvenience.