The Rebel Faction

Waving away the last few comments, Xen shook his head. "No demonstrations are necessary nor desired. I'm on a rather tight schedule and wasting time doesn't fit in with my plans." He sat back and pondered which direction to take the conversation. The fact that the DATA management system could be tailored to their needs pleased him immensely. In the best case scenario, they would receive their order within a few days and Section 8 could begin to set up their permanent home.

"I'm sure all of your products will live up to their reputations. Here's a detailed list of what I need." Reaching down to his briefcase, he brought it up onto the table, entered the code and snapped the lid back. Venturing forward with his hand he rummaged around for a second or two before grasping a small datapad which he promptly withdrew and slid across the table to Mr. Stellar. In it contained a very long list of everything Oso wanted to purchase today.

Planetary Emplacements:
1 DSS-02 Theatre Shield Generator
1 DATA Management System
1 Hypervelocity Cannon
20 G-003 Tri-Trackers
10 Multi-ordnance flak pods
10 QuasarFire turbolaser turrets
10 Heavy Sonic Cannons

Mines:
400 3HX3 repulsorlift mines
600 Anti-matter micromines
200 Imperial Atmospheric Explosives
100 Empion mines
600 I.M. mines

Chemical Weapons:
Loedorvian Brain Plague
Bilal Gas
Nano-destroyer
Neuro Poison
Neutron dissembler
Pacifog
Jurrinex6
FNV-23 and FNV-23-B

Firearms:
40 CR-28 flame cannons
1000 DC-15s Blaster Pistols
600 Stouker Concussion Blast Rifles
200 A280 Blaster Rifles
400 PLX-4 Missile Launchers
2000 Merr-Sonn M-434 DeathHammers
200 SoroSuub FastShots
200 BlasTech Last Resorts
400 of each model of the E-11 Blaster Carbie
60 Prax Arms Model AFD-43 "Sniper"
100 SoroSuub EZ-Snap 48sRs
40 T-415 Blaster Rifles
100 Arakyd Corporation's XP-X1s
100 BlasTech T-21s
80 Merr-Sonn EWHB-10 "E-Web"s

Explosives:
600 Baradium-core code key thermal detonators
1000 Class-A thermal detonator
2000 Class-E thermal detonator
1000 Flash detonators
2000 7-PrG Proton Grenades
2000 CryoBan grenades
500 Concussion bombs

Droids:
As many Droideka Mark II's as possible
As many Nova-class dark troopers as possible
2 Foreign Intruder Defense Organisms
100 LM-432 crab droids

Power Source:
The strongest one you have...and plenty of it.

"That's what I want today. If the products are satisfactory, you can be sure I'll be back. You can also throw in anything you recommend. Now...how much trouble would it be to acquire all of this and how soon can you deliver..."

"Like I said earlier, I'll trust your judgement when it comes to your own goods. There's no point in you giving me defective and/or ineffective products." Xen said pointedly. This was true, the Colonel didn't have to worry about Mr. Stellar attempting to cut corners and save costs by giving him goods that weren't up to par. The man would want his business again...after all, Section 8 had an unlimited budget for now and for Xen and Rob, that meant one thing. 'Shopping Spree.'

What the man said about the Dark Trooper program and others pretty much was in line with what Oso had heard. It was disappointing that he wouldn't be able to garner the use of those powerful droids. What Mr. Stellar might not know was that Xen had ulterior motives for using DT's to guard his facility...sure, they were effective but as Rob had pointed out, his new designs were even better. No, it was all about deceit and deception.

It was commonly known that the Darktrooper program was only held by the New Order. Thus far, no one else had managed to duplicate their process and for those who came too close, they had disappeared without a trace. Xen was planning on acquiring as much New Order and Black Dragon Empire resources and equipment as possible. This was merely another attempt to keep the identity of Section 8 a secret for as long as possible. The unit wasn't large and it needed every advantage it could get to stay alive in this bloodthirsty galaxy ravaged by war.

As happy as Xen was about the news of improved droids and what not, he was equally, if not more, displeased with the estimated delivery date.

"The delivery date is unacceptable. I need everything delivered within a week, save the chemical weapons. The DATA management system and planetary defenses I require in two days. I understand the fact that the DATA management system is extremely complicated to set up without a skilled technician and a detailed set of schematics. I'd like to require a droid that has the plans embedded in its memory. Of course, I won't try to access them but I will need it to supervise the construction, after that, I'll send the droid back or destroy it." A short pause followed as he scanned Mr. Stellar's facial expression.

"I'll pay double for every product I'm purchasing. I don't care if you need to make up excuses to your other clients. I want my order to have first priority. Is this doable Mr. Stellar?"

"Excellent."

Digging through his briefcase again, Xen procured another datapad and once again, slid it over to Rob.

"The location will be Ilum. There are coordinates in the datapad. You will have exactly 48 hours from the time I leave to deliver my order. Just a warning, the location is cold...intensely so and it's quite easy to get lost. Tell your crew to dress accordingly." Xen wasn't lying. The location he had chosen was a vast, icy plain in the northern hemisphere. The entire area was barren, devoid of life and had claimed the lives of many wayward travelers.

The final item in the briefcase was a secure device linked to one of Section 8's many anonymous bank accounts scattered across the galaxy. This particular account was on Esfandia and contained more than enough for the purchase. As Oso set it up, entered his identification and went through the security procedures to unlock the device, he looked at Rob. "Your account number please. Half now, half when we arrive. For every hour you're ahead of schedule, I'll add a 5% express fee."

"With your bartending skills, how could one refuse a toast?"

Lifting his own glass up high, he clinked glasses with Mr. Stellar. Polishing off his Firedancer, Xen stood up and offered the man a lazy salute. Reaching over, he closed his briefcase, latched it shut and straightened with a small grin on his face. Saying a final goodbye, he left the magnificent office and descended to the ground floor where he stopped by the receptionist's desk.

"Hello there miss." The man talking to her was the same man, but his appearance and mannerisms were completely different. "Excuse me for the act earlier. In any case, I'm afraid I must cancel our date. There are deals to be kept and places to be." Kissing her hand gallantly, Oso gave her a mischievious wink before sliding his number over to her and exiting the bilding.