Discussing...'Business' (invite)

[Devlen Del-Arshu]

*Turner sighed. His protocol droid hadn't sent word back of the transmission...something was wrong. Immediately he called his airspeeder, then went down to the lobby to wait. On it's arrival he imediately stepped into the luxurious stretch limo as it cruised over the battle scene. Now, to find those damned Mandalorians...*

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

*Darius was down below, sending his men into refugee...Their moral was low as was their head count. Someone had betrayed them, and caused their loss. The scene was utter chaos as Mandalore waved people into a few buildings, each very far apart. One of the headquaters was of Horge, the other was a building Excess had captured, and more were just random gatherings. Mandalore was on his speeder searching for mandalorians who were alone, accompanied only by Ayras and Heetho.*

[Devlen Del-Arshu]

"There. That speeder. Get up alongside it."

*The chauffeur nodded sharply*

"Yes sir."

*The limo managed to get right alongside the speeder bike as Turner lowered his window, smiling kindly to the warlord beside him.*

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

*Instantly recognizing him, he smiled under his visor and nodded...*

"Seems like I'm loosing, huh?"

[August/Heetho]

Heetho was smiling as he slowly stood up on his speeder while it was in the middle of moving. He was fighting the gust against his body, and stood with his arms held out to his sides, and his head tilted back, with his eyes closed. He dropped suddenly, retaining his seat on the speeder once more, and grabbed the controls just before it was about to crash into a building, swerving it back into the street.

"Sir, I need to kill something."

His eyes traveled to Mandalore, then at his claw katars, which were hooked around his waist, then back to the road in front of him.

[Devlen Del-Arshu]

*Over the howl of the wind, Turner's laugh rang out, unusually warm for a crime lord of his status.*

"Too true, Mandalore, too true! But I can help fix that...If you're willing to help me in return."

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

*He punded his fists together, letting go of the controls... however the vehical stood straight.*

"What would we have to do?"

[Devlen Del-Arshu]

*Suddenly, as if a completely different personality had taken hold, Turner's features became hard and unforgiving.*

"Not here. Follow me to my building."

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

"I assume my associates are also invited?"

*He motions to both Heetho and Ayras...*

[Devlen Del-Arshu]

*Turner grimaced. They could cause trouble, and he did not want his office shot up.*

"They may come, but leave all weapons on your speeder."

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

"And let the bad men come and rape us? I don't think that's very safe..."

*But he did as he was asked and followed the man to his headquarters...*

[Devlen Del-Arshu]

*As the two craft entered the garage, Mandalore was hit by the richness of the place. Such grandeur was thought to never exist on Nar Shadaa. Rich marble pillars lined the landing strip, and each parking space had an individual locking field with a personal keycard. The bay doors slid shut silently, revealing a beautiful mosiac on the inside. Classical and tasteful music played quietly as a mand came to escort the group to the lift.*

"Where to, sir?"

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

"We're with that guy..."

*He said pointing to Turner...and getting rather agitated with the music. He had just lost his first battle, and was not in a good mood.*

[Devlen Del-Arshu]

"Now, now, Mandalore, remember your manners. Take us up to my office."

*The lift persisted with the music until Turner clapped his hands. The lift itself was as richly decorated as the rest of the place and it silently climbed the spire. A quiet ding let them know they were there.*

"Top floor: Turner's office."

*A richly decorated room opened up on them as Turner sat down at his desk, sinking into the lavish leather chair. His slender fingers worked nimbly over a control pad before a small computer screen popped up on the desk.*

"Now, to business?"

[August/Heetho]

Heetho obeyed, leaving his claw katars at his speeder, hooking them over the steering coloumn of the speeder. A tear rolled down his cheek as he did so, but he leaned towards Mandalore, looking at one of the guards outside, "I wanna eat him." He smirked devilishly at the guard as they passed, but as the guard turned away from Heetho, Heetho leaned forward and sniffed him. He licked his lips as he turned around and continued following.