The Fondaria Dropped out of hyperspace on the edge of the Coruscant system, near the orbit of Ulabos. There was almost no traffic this far from the New Republic capital making it the perfect place to meet a client who did not wish to be observed during negotiations. It would not be long until Gaele's mysterious customer arrived and she could finally learn the reason for all this secrecy. It worried her slightly that she had no met the customer and if they turned out to be hostile towards her there would be no ships nearby to come to her aid, but it was a risk she was willing to take. The message she had received, to arrange this clandestine meeting, had said that the client needed combat ready ships that amounted to a small fleet. It was not a deal she could turn down.
Her father would not approve of such dealings with mysterious, unknown clients. He would say, "they are up to no good..." and "If we get caught..." but this could put her father's company up there with the biggest shipwrights in the galaxy and bring in many large legitimate contracts. Yes, she had to go ahead with it. It was for the good of the company.
"Fondaria, come in, this is the Aivan."
"Aivan i hear you, what is your location?"
"We are on the surface of the Ice world, we are sending you the coordinates now."
Her nav console chimed as it received the new information, and she set a landing course.
"recieved, Fontaria out."
An hour later the Fondaria had navigated the ice bands orbiting the planet and made its way to the surface. Gaele opened the hatch and lowered the loading ramp. her environmental suit should have kept out the harsh cold of the icy planet but she still felt a shiver run down her back, maybe it was in anticipation of the strange meeting she thought. There were two of them, both men, standing nearby between the two ships, both wore face masks but neither had an environment suit, only thick clothing to protect them from the harsh conditions. She wondered how they could withstand the cold, but there were many Ice worlds they could be used to living on. The both looked human, but that wasn't always a good indicator of race, even some Fondorian men looked human.
The watched her approach without saying a word. When she was within a few meters of them she spoke.
"Hello, I am Gaele Tylin of TLY. May I ask who i am doing buisness with, your message was very vague."
She had received the message a week ago while conducting business on Kaut. she had been intrigued by the strange nature of the message but she resisted the urge to leave immediately, and finished of her negotiations for new ship building facilities closer to the core. Expanding the business was more important that adventures to the capital system to meet dubious potential clients with a flare for the dramatic.
The men glanced at each other briefly and the taller of the two spoke, his voice distorted by the breathing apparatus.
"Hello Miss Tylin, we only represent a client who wishes to do business with you. Our employer requests that he be allowed to remain anonymous, but you may call me Jisak."
"And I am Hurlim" the other said, his voice softer and quieter than the first man, but distorted in the same way.
Gaele looked at her data pad, which was attached to her left forearm, and tapped it a few controls to bring up a transcript of the original message. She glanced over it and looked up to the men again.
"Okay, well the order will need to be processed, despite the strangeness of this arrangement so far. I cannot sell you or whoever you work for any ships without going through the proper channels."
"We understand that fully."
Gaele heard a quiet metallic sound and then everything went black. She felt herself hit the ground, and her vision returned briefly and she seen the other ship take off and felt herself being dragged toward her own ship. She lost consciousness again.