Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26535281-20161014000213/@comment-26210095-20161015005827

The Chairman of the Iron Bank leans back into his fine leather chait. Original vintage from Old Terra, facing away from the man who bowed before him. The office was simple and elegant, most everything either transparent glass of pristeen spotless white. Adorning the walls of the richest man in the galaxy were such rare collections. The last surving Gutenberg Bible, and other pieces of Terran paphernalia.

"Lord Chairman..." The envoy said said, his voice trembling with fear. After all, it isn't every day that one is called into his office.

"Go on." He said in a smooth, silky voice, turning around in his chair. His face was in darkness, but he appeared to be wearing a fine silk suit, and his hands had a single ring on them, with a faintly glowing diamond. His skin tone was light, but had blue undertones.

"The shipment of star pearls, sir." He said, stuttering. "It was lost."

"Lost? Tell me, worm, how was it lost?"

"It was hit by a Solar storm. It then proceeded to fall into the hands of a group of slavers in that backwater planet Corellia."

"And you escaped this... alive?" He says, an edge of malice rising into his voice.

"I got into an escape pod, along with several other officers. The other men were killed." He becan to speak quicker now. "Chancellor, I assure you this was a mistake, a most grevious mistake on my part."

"No, my friend." He said in his usual silky tone. "There was no mistranslation, no misunderstanding, no mistake. This is a very clear sort of affair. You were in charge of that shipment, you did not deliver on that task, and you are to suffer the most grevious consequences of your error."

"But sir, I..."

"SILENCE!" He yelled powerfuly, as he grabbed the edges of the table, his face coming into view. Pale, with blue undertones and chiseled features.

"Guard!" He shouted. A guard in the white mask and pristine armor of the Iron Guard approached, waiting direction. "Restrain this man."

The guard held him, restraining him from moving.

In a smooth, fluid motion, the Chancellor took out a pistol. Archaic in origin, said to date from Old Terra. He loaded the mechanism, and set it to his forehead. His eyes betrayed no emotion.

He fired, leaving a red hold where his forehead should be. "Take this body to the incinerator." He said to the guard with faint disgust.

The Chancellor sighed, and sat down. That shipment of Star Pearls was worth five hundred thousand Solaris, it would have to be retrieved. He took out his ink pen and resumed his important work on behalf of the bank.