• If you were supposed to get an email from the forum but didn't (e.g. to verify your account for registration), email Wes at [email protected] or talk to me on Discord for help. Sometimes the server hits our limit of emails we can send per hour.
  • Get in our Discord chat! Discord.gg/stararmy
  • 📅 May and June 2024 are YE 46.4 in the RP.

And he began as a simple artist..er..shipsmith..

RazealK

Inactive Member
As Razeal made his way home through the shopping distract, the decaying splender of the homeworld stirred his thoughts.

Where once we were as unto gods, now look at us. The long, distinguished history of the Nepleslian race seems so distant to the chaos and confusion that now rules over this world. And yes, we had gained independence, but at what cost?

Razeal would see this empire, His empire, returned to the glory of old if it took his entire life.

He turned to the shop window, his train of thought derailed and on fire as he looked over one of the latest ship models displayed in its pure and beautiful, albeit expensive glory.

He turned out his pockets and sighed.

"Perhaps I should go home..find a better job..rob a bank...â€
 
While Razeal's computer ran the job search in the background, an email popped up on his screen. It looked rather official and was stamped 'Urgent'. It read: " NAM is ready to inform you of the results from the evaluation of your designs submitted earlier, please take a taxi to the NAM Headquarters, there would be someone waiting for you outside the door."

Razeal blinked ,reading the message over a second time. He then shot up and proclaimed. "WOOHOOO!" He petted his spider and ran out the door, the spider moving to close it behind him as he raced to the main street, hailing a cab and almost breathless. The cab came, taking him to the NAM Corporate headquarters. Entering the main lobby, he proceeded to the help desk "Why hello there, I'm here on Business, My name is Razeal Kresh" He could hardly contain himself.

Upstairs, Melchoir observed the new arivee from the holoscreen. The guy looked rather enthusiastic and exited. Mostly harmless.
"Elise" He ordered, and a holographic image of a gold haired lady in a green dress appeared. "Please grant the necessary clearances to Mr. Razeal here and bring him up to my office." Melchoir said, dusting the specks off his coat as even Presidents can't scrimp on tidiness.

"Yes, master." Elise said with an elegant curtsey. In a split second her image in Melchoir's office disappeared and materialized at the entrance next to the guards watching Razeal, although she could be anywhere at anytime in the NAM complex, she did this to provide an impression that she actually got out to doing her work. "The president has granted the necessary clearances for our guest to proceed unhindered."

"Yes Miss!" The guards replied, unfazed by Elise's sudden appearance. The lowered the barrels of their rifles. Elise curtsied to the newcomer. "Come, my master awaits."

The young man smiled and followed her up to the office, raising a brow at the guards. "Quite a lot of security you have here miss."

"Why yes." Elise replied back, turning around as not to talk to the guest with a back to him. "Nepleslia is on the verge of civil war." She said, while walking right through a solid metal door.

Razeal stop, blinking, then raised his hand sheepishly. "Um...Miss..you forgot..me."

"Why, as a gentleman you could open the door by yourself." Elise replied, a matter of factly.

A guard whispered. " Hey buddy, the secret is to PUSH." Then he and the rest of the sentries snickered.

Razeal leveled his brow and gave a hefty push, walking in and looking around. Stupid guards..
The main hallway was decorated in a rather minimalist fashion, which meant nothing at all. Metal detectors, various scanners and their security personnel lined the entryway. A path had been hastily cleared through the machines toward the elevators where Elise stood waiting.

Razeal took the initiative and walked down the hallway, stepping into the elevator next to the young lady.

To be continued...
 
"Ah, you must be Mister Kresh." Said Melchoir Vel Steyr as he stood up to greet the newcomer. "Please take a seat."

Razeal smiled as the man greeted him, taking the offered seat. "Am I to understand you wish to conduct a bit of business, Sir?"

"Why yes of course." Melchoir smiled back at him. "Your intuition serves you well. It would be something NAM could use too."

"In addition to purchasing your plans, NAM would like to offer you a position here at our Aerotech division." Melchoir said, as he begain to pace around Razeal. "If it is money you want, the pay here is one of the highest you can get on Nepleslia, and you would be given unlimited resources to persue your developments."

Razeal leaned back in his chair, a cold expression sweeping over his face. "I'm not quite sure that NAM..has the stomach for the majority of my work..I would be more then willing to liscense said work to you though, if you so wish to use it."

"Oh." Melchoir replied with a surprised expression. "Well that is too bad for us. But for you, NAM is willing to pay 20,000 KS in a lump sum for your work."

Razeal smiled a slight bit. " I'll agree on that amount for my current work. However, any further work done for you shall be negotiated upon the completion of said work. Is that alright with you Mr. Melchoir?"

"Well of course, Mr. Razeal." Melchoir said, nodding slightly."We at NAM are always ready to consider any further designs you may offer." He then picked up a datapad with the details of the transaction and offered it to Razeal for his signature." It is such a pity you will not stay, but I am certain this will not be the last time we meet."

"Unless you wish to reconsider your decisions, Mr. Kresh. Otherwise I'll have Elise escort you out." Melchoir said, receiving the datapad back from Razeal and offering his hand. "It is a pleasure doing business with you."

Razeal looked into the mans eyes, giving him a firm gripped handshake, and then followed elise out

End
 
RPG-D RPGfix
Back
Top