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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Dec 27, 2010 9:03:35 GMT -5
Oh, Assault is so very tempted to give the Vehicon a correcting little smack for speaking when he shouldn't. But he composes himself, instead sending a warning glare at the other blue flier, before going back to watching the restaurant. Unlike Jetstorm though, he is quite interested in the conversation.
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Post by Swindle on Dec 27, 2010 13:05:01 GMT -5
Swindle doesn't mind Jetstorm muttering discontentedly to himself, and he'd prefer Assault not smack anyone. If he wanted perfect little soldiers who never spoke out of turn and didn't suffer from crippling yet horribly amusing psychoses, he would have hired Autobots to accompany him. (He could do it, too. The 'Bots need the money and Swindle is terribly persuasive.)
The arms dealer appears to have hit a nerve with Noah's daughter. He takes a quick victory sip of his oil once it arrives.
"They may be tangible, but I don't think they're gods. But you're right of course, we're not making any money debating metaphysics." (Think of the poor, sad Philosophy majors.) "You sound like you have a business proposal for me, my friend. I'd be interested to hear it. Though really, with all the pies your organization already seems to have its fingers in, I don't see what a humble businessmech like myself can offer," Swindle says. He may not know everything that's going on with Mr. Noah Be'net and his employers, but he's got enough pieces of the puzzle that he can start to see the picture. Or at least he thinks he can.
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Post by SceneMod on Dec 28, 2010 23:38:46 GMT -5
Noah takes a few more bites of his dinner before answering. After a sip of his drink, he leans back in his chair and looks at Swindle, smiling slightly.
"Oh, it's not that grand a proposal, really, just that we seem to have found ourselves with a ship a few galaxies over we'd like to unload for the right price, and I understand that you're in the market."
He inclines his head at first Assault, then Jetfire, "I'm sure an operation such as yours could use smaller craft instead of relying on that huge ship, after all, what with so many soldiers needing transport."
Really, Swindle wouldn't be looking for a ship for himself at all, would he? Though he he were, he might not want other 'Cons finding out about it- or about what Primatech wants in exchange.
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on Dec 30, 2010 21:34:57 GMT -5
Jetstorm just smirks the best he can at Assault, in a snide little way. He's far too amused by the fact that Assault got all huffy from that comment.
He takes a moment to brush off something on his chest and then looks over at Noah and shrugs a bit, saying nothing once again.
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Jan 1, 2011 11:31:25 GMT -5
A ship? Oh, now that catches Assault's attention. He sits up a bit straighter, his annoying companion all but forgotten, optics darting from Swindle to Noah. Now this was going to be quite interesting.
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Post by Swindle on Jan 1, 2011 17:45:41 GMT -5
Assault has no idea how interesting things just got. Swindle, an old hand at this sort of thing, maintains a perfect poker face at the mention of a spaceship, which is to say, he's wearing the same slag-eating grin he usually is. He didn't miss the subtle hint that Primatech has been keeping tabs on him, either.
"Jetstorm, Assault, why don't you check out the bar or something? We're just going to be discussing boring financial stuff and it doesn't look like Mr. Be'net is about to spring an ambush on us."
//Though I'll radio you if he does.//
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on Jan 1, 2011 21:50:20 GMT -5
"Oh, sure," Jetstorm nods, and turns his gaze over towards the bar itself. He hovers up and then makes his way towards the bar. He looks to Assault, then motions in a way like, 'C'mon,' and makes his way over to continue his people watch there.
ooc: Skippable
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Jan 1, 2011 21:55:16 GMT -5
Oh, damn you Swindle. His optics narrow for a brief second before he bows his head politely, leaving his 'tea' as he stands up, moving away from the table and to the bar. Hopefully, it's close enough to still be able to hear the two.
//Of course.//
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OOC: Skippable, skipping Scenemod with permission.
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Post by SceneMod on Jan 1, 2011 22:42:26 GMT -5
Noah eats more of his meal as Swindle dismisses his attendants. Once he's certain the two jets are out of hearing range, Noah takes a sip of his drink and continues, voice low but conversational.
"Now, isn't that better? We can talk a little more plainly, I think," he says, smiling, "Your group and your opposites have proven themselves players in the universal game, not major players really, but major flies in the ointments for certain. You are also unknown, and Primatech does not like the unknowns mucking about with the status quo."
"I understand your superior can be a bit tight on the leash, which must be terribly bothersome for an entrepreneur of your caliber. Regularly updated information for the means to gain your own freedom is the deal on the table."
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Post by Swindle on Jan 2, 2011 14:55:32 GMT -5
"See, I could have sworn Primatech was the unknown mucking with my status quo, but it's a funny old universe like that, right?" Swindle says, winking jovially and taking another sip of oil.
"So, basically, you want me to feed information to what is potentially a powerful enemy, and by doing so, make another powerful enemy, one that I've already crossed once and who also knows where I sleep. And in return you're offering me vague promises. I've gotta tell you, Noah, I'm not crazy about this deal."
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Post by SceneMod on Jan 2, 2011 15:59:08 GMT -5
"Now, now Swindle, I don't believe my employers have done anything to class themselves in the 'potential enemy' category. I'm sure you've done a great deal of research into Primatech- and I'm equally sure you haven't found anything more dodgy than the average Pz-Zazzian business." For that matter, Primatech's records are cleaner than most Pz-Zazzian businesses.
Noah finishes the last bite of his meal, and with the perfect timing of a seasoned waitress who knows her customer, Devara slips in and removes the dirty dishes and utensils, replacing them with a light and fluffy lime green cake topped with whipped cream. Fresh silverware is set down, and she's gone again.
Extending his hand he drops a small datadisk on the table. Should Swindle pick it up and examine the contents, he will see that in contains an entirely new identity for the con-man, including bank accounts with considerable sums attached, property on several planets, and the deed to an exceptionally fast ship docked, as mentioned previous, a few galaxies over. The deed is marked "pending transfer." All that is needed to activate the new identity is for that transfer to be completed.
There's additional information on the disk, but it is currently password locked.
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Post by Swindle on Jan 2, 2011 18:18:46 GMT -5
It's true, Swindle hasn't found anything particularly unsettling about Primatech. He just gets a bad feeling from the company. Over the years, he's learned to trust his hunches about this sort of thing. "Everyone is a potential enemy in a free market."
Nonetheless, he takes the proffered disk and inserts it into a dumb datapad, the cheap kind that doesn't have wireless access. That way Swindle can destroy it afterward if he has to. One eyeridge raises at the deal Noah is offering. "You do make a convincing argument. Alright, Mr. Be'net, you've got yourself a deal."
After all, Swindle can always play both sides against the middle.
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Post by SceneMod on Jan 2, 2011 21:40:27 GMT -5
Just watch that tightrope walking, Swindle. You're running without a net.
The minute Swindle accepts the deal, a file unlocks on the datadisk. It contains contact numbers and addresses cross-referenced with security levels. The list is extensive, and sorted by planet.
"Excellent to hear, Swindle. I look forward to a profitable partnership," Noah says, holding up his drink for a toast.
"Any further questions or concerns you feel like airing?"
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Post by Swindle on Jan 3, 2011 19:31:26 GMT -5
Swindle is quite good at tightrope walking, and he never works with a net. He once played Lugnut and Blitzwing off each other for quite some time, selling them bigger and bigger weapons. He got the scrap beaten out of him at the end, but he never gave them a refund.
"These numbers are the my contacts, I take it?" he asks, raising his glass and clinking it with Noah's before having a sip of oil.
"How soon can you have the ship here?"
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Post by SceneMod on Jan 3, 2011 23:57:16 GMT -5
"Oh, you'll have to go to the ship," Noah says with a shrug. That's to insure we get our investment's worth of information before you vanish. But that shouldn't be an issue. We imagine you'll be heading in that direction when you lot leave, and if not, we can shift the ship to be better in line with your travel plans."
In other words, Swindle can pick up his ship during the next Space segment, thereby providing fun side rp possibilities.
"And yes, those are your contacts. The list might be updated periodically; this is a high turn over business, you know."
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