JOIOL
Wearing | Gear : X | X | X | X | X | L3-37 | Interacting With : Phoebe Dashiell [NPC] , Lia [NPC]
His next steps as entire systems became isolated? A stay-at-home father.
With his wife stuck systems away from the time being,not returning as was anticipated, he was firmly staying put on Joiol. Aina Holdings was in limbo as the hyperlanes shifted and collapsed, as systems moved to new governments. Which meant he was doing a lot of directing from afar - much like a good portion of his team.
His work was only late at night or when Phoebe napped, unwilling to break the rule put into place when Ellie was pregnant ; maximizing their time and making the family priority while at home. It was why their offices were tucked away downstairs away from the living areas. Why most of the time El-Three and Thirty-Seven were around to relay any important information, they simply weren’t glued to their datapads.
“...we’re losing credits by the minute.The hyperlanes that do exist are quite clogged.” Makai paused his speech, thinking. “Is there any way we can work with governments to get priority on certain shipments? Say shipments headed to civil projects or businesses with government contracts?”
“Possibly. I can have the legal team look into hiring several corporate lobbyists for the various Senates. Galactic Alliance and the Royal Naboo Republic will be the hardest to work with. In my experience larger governments require larger and more complicated promises. We may have a quicker turnaround time elsewhere. Aina will also be against every other company lobbying for priority as well.”
Nodding, the half-Galan quietly absorbed the information, knowing none of this was easy. New territory for them all.
“See if we can’t convince some other companies to combine shipments on trade vessels. Maybe we can split the costs or make some type of concession. Grease the wheels of progress.” The matter settled, he moved onto the next bit of agenda. “We’ve contracted with the FarStar Initiative to assist in re-charting hyperspace routes. As you can imagine, getting a contract was a battle. FarStar will focus on our major routes first before we move on to our far-flung areas.”
Just as the agenda was shifting, he distantly heard a little voice. A little voice screaming ‘Papa’ at the top of her lungs, small feet pattering on the hardwood. He could also hear the sounds of their nanny biot trying to contain that little voice.
“Continue without me, I’ll be back shortly. Jensen take notes for my review.”
As the holocall ended, the little whirlwind burst into his office, tears and snot streaming down her face. Phoebe launched herself at him, the half-Galan pulling his daughter up as he pushed his office chair back. Immediately her face was buried against him, sobs racking her frame.
“I tried to catch her, Sir.” Lia entered, looking amazingly flustered for what was a droid. “She’s growing faster by the day.” Also amusing, considering. “I can take her back up.”
“No need. I’ll take it from here.”
As Lia left, Makai turned his attention to the crying toddler. Phoebe was at the stage where she had a lot of feelings and awareness and a limited vocabulary to get everything out, oftentimes making it difficult to figure out how to calm her down. Hand rubbed her back as she tried to catch her breath.
“What’s got my little sunshine all stormy?”
“Mama an’ Papa were all gone.” Some more sobs. “I-I got left. Then-then…then still gone.”
Makai paused, trying to figure out the scenario. Hand came up and he wiped the toddler’s face, now beet red from crying.
“You had a bad dream?Mama and Papa were gone huh?” A small nod of affirmation. “Then you came to our room to look but no Mama and Papa?” A second small nod of affirmation, Phoebe’s small hand coming to wipe her eyes. “That must have been scary.” Another little nod and a uh-huh. “Its alright. I’ve been down here working and Mama is off helping Mimi, remember? She’ll be back soon and so will Persie. Mama and I will never leave you.”
Another small nod and Makai reached for a tissue to finish cleaning up her face. Urgent business needs demanded he head to Suarbi, and he was going to call upon his mother to watch Phoebe. Looked as if he had different plans.
“Tell you what…how about me and you go on a special Papa-Phoebe trip? We have to go see Uncle Harlon. By the time we come back I bet Mama will be home. Or we can meet her and head home together. How does that sound?”
A small sniffle and Phoebe rested her head back down on his chest, using his suit jacket to wipe her nose as a typical toddler would.
“....eat ice cream?”
When they left the house, Phoebe was typically rewarded with ice cream if her behavior warranted it. Most of the time, she ended up with some type of frozen treat. Upon hearing that was her main concern about the trip, Makai laughed.
“Yes, you can get ice cream.”
