Hector Von Ricmore
Canto Bight, Cantonica
Cantonica was a wonderful world. A haven to those who would seek to indulge their vices. Gambling, drinking, spice and sex could all be found if you knew where to look.
Hector Von Ricmore knew where to look and was there to indulge. He had spent the last several hours losing money on sabacc and other card games, Corellian whiskey in hand and a smile on his face. It wasn’t solely about winning. The exhilaration came from the possibility and the joy of actually doing so.
The conflicts the Brotherhood faced were more than enough to fill Von’s pockets. Crafting weapons and armor and making repairs and parts for the Vehicles the organization employed was extremely lucrative. As such he had no issue losing a few thousand credits here or there. Staying in good favor with Canto Bight was far more important. The city offered many opportunities of the illegal variety. It was for that reason that Hector Von Ricmore was present in the city.
The human had taken his role as Deathwatch Quaestor very seriously, actively working to aid in building the infrastructure of Clan Vizsla. His recent designs included the Kast War Forge and Ion Pulse-Cannon.
Von had learned from the invasion by the Children of Mortis. He observed how powerful trained and augmented creatures could be for a militarized force. Such a tactic should be utilized for the betterment of Clan Vizsla.
The creature needed to be powerful and also serve as a symbol. While researching the potential choices he remembered the existence of the Arx Wolf. The wolf could serve as a symbol of the Brotherhood and there was a variant tied to Clan Arcona. But the creature wasn’t large enough for what the Mandalorian had in mind. He pictured heavy fast moving cavalry, Vizsla warriors mounted on giant wolves crushing the enemy before them.
Von carried a briefcase given to him by the Collegium of Science. The briefcase contained the genetic information of the Arx wolf, as well as payment from Clan Vizsla.
His contact was an Arkanian geneticist named Yuna Nal. A tall woman of exquisite beauty, no doubt unnaturally created from the species' preferred genetic engineering. The Mandalorian arrived at her table and introduced himself.
“Ms. Nal, I am Hector Von Ricmore. I have a proposition for you.”
The Arkanian quirked an eyebrow in curiosity.
“Let us hear it Mr. Ricmore.”
“I have here a briefcase containing the DNA of a creature known as the Arx Wolf. I desire for the DNA to be modified to produce creatures the size of the fabled Loth Wolf which are capable of being tamed and utilized as mounts. Any increased intelligence you can impart while also doing so will be well rewarded.”
Yuna Nal rested her chin on her hands. “And what would you be willing to pay for such a task? Genetic manipulation is not an inexpensive process.”
Von nodded his head. “In addition to the DNA you will find the first of your payment in the briefcase. Beskar Ingots and Serassian Iron. Both expensive metals that can fetch quite a price. Further payment can be negotiated in the form of a contract, as long as you continue to provide the creatures.”
Yuna Nal pondered the offer. “I believe this is agreeable.” She slid a small pice of flimsiplast forward. “You can contact me on this comm frequency. I’ll trust that we will be in touch.”
“Of course. We will speak soon.” Von stated as he left the table.
Before he left the city he figured he would use the lavatory. Entering the restroom his eyes observed The Consuls of the Brotherhood talking in a hushed tone.
“I’m not getting involved in this.” Von proclaimed as he left the bathroom and walked towards his shuttle.