Kylo Ren eventually gathered himself. He didn’t stay away from the cockpit, but returned. Reveille did look up to note his return, and make sure his actions weren’t going to be hostile. She hadn’t gotten to her games yet, reading up on Denon still.
Kylo’s statement left little room for a harassing comment, beyond the thought that the hour could be used in far more beneficial fashions than waiting on a starship to reach an out-of-the-way world, for a pointless venture.
Thankfully, she managed to keep that to herself.
Kylo’s body language helped with that; his pointed way of not looking at her this time said enough. “Good.” This time, she rose, “I trust I can leave you in charge of the ship so I can handle some research on the matter of our next target?” It wasn’t much of a question, she imagined he’d also prefer she leave the area.
~***~
Kasabian was far more pleasant to work with than Atar. She was to the point, and when she brought up the datapad and showed it to him, for the 190 tons, Armitage could hardly say he saw much flaw with the prices. There was a bit of an uptick, but this one was more reasonable – more what he would have expected, given people who sold resources had to make a profit.
“This is an agreeable price,” particularly given all that he’d saved in dealing with Atar. “I can pay half up front, and half upon delivery,” she would understand that, he imagined.
And he’d willingly offer to transfer the funds then and there, and arrange the location for delivery, before shifting the conversation to the other matter, “As for who it is you work with that is into slavery, It is Anolo Atar. Lieutenant Storax took the information in regards to that,” he gestured to her, encouraging her then to share it.
She’d been notably quieter in dealing with Kasabian. Perhaps because Kasabian had been more forthcoming, and far easier to work with. “I would prefer you handle him after he has delivered the promised doonium, which we purchased from him at a significantly lower rate than the going price, but I would be willing to inform you the moment that is done.” He would have lost money, and then, lost product. Armitage knew he wasn’t making much, if any, profit off of this trade.
Kylo’s statement left little room for a harassing comment, beyond the thought that the hour could be used in far more beneficial fashions than waiting on a starship to reach an out-of-the-way world, for a pointless venture.
Thankfully, she managed to keep that to herself.
Kylo’s body language helped with that; his pointed way of not looking at her this time said enough. “Good.” This time, she rose, “I trust I can leave you in charge of the ship so I can handle some research on the matter of our next target?” It wasn’t much of a question, she imagined he’d also prefer she leave the area.
~***~
Kasabian was far more pleasant to work with than Atar. She was to the point, and when she brought up the datapad and showed it to him, for the 190 tons, Armitage could hardly say he saw much flaw with the prices. There was a bit of an uptick, but this one was more reasonable – more what he would have expected, given people who sold resources had to make a profit.
“This is an agreeable price,” particularly given all that he’d saved in dealing with Atar. “I can pay half up front, and half upon delivery,” she would understand that, he imagined.
And he’d willingly offer to transfer the funds then and there, and arrange the location for delivery, before shifting the conversation to the other matter, “As for who it is you work with that is into slavery, It is Anolo Atar. Lieutenant Storax took the information in regards to that,” he gestured to her, encouraging her then to share it.
She’d been notably quieter in dealing with Kasabian. Perhaps because Kasabian had been more forthcoming, and far easier to work with. “I would prefer you handle him after he has delivered the promised doonium, which we purchased from him at a significantly lower rate than the going price, but I would be willing to inform you the moment that is done.” He would have lost money, and then, lost product. Armitage knew he wasn’t making much, if any, profit off of this trade.