Myra
Character
"The Credits Must Flow" ~ Hutt Proverb
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Marlon Sularen
She had been stranded on Dathomir for too long.
At least, that's what she blamed her current predicament on. Most of her business contacts had gone silent in the many years Myra had spent on Dathomir, and the Black Sun she had built contacts within was long dead. Its newest replacement, alien to Myra's slowly growing web of espionage and information, lacked many of the familiar faces she had hoped to find upon her return from Dathomir. The galaxy was so different, and yet oh so familiar.
With a wave of black-painted nails Myra's hand would brush through the holographic display, rotating the finalized schematics for the Banshee as her cold gray eyes would scan it for any defects. It was time that CAIN stepped out onto the galactic stage and such a lucrative contract as the one which produced the Banshee was only one of many stepping stones to greatness. Growing CAIN as quickly as she had was nothing short of luck, the chaos wrought by the planeshift providing ample opportunities for one with the credits and drive to thrive in the pandemonium. And thrive she had.
Now sitting in her office on the top story of the CAIN Omnicorp. Corporate Tower on Ession, Myra prepared to take another step along her path to greater heights. Her hidden benefactors of the Dark Court were small fish in the galactic pond. Certainly the line of ships CAIN was developing for them would curry favor and credits in abundance, but Myra wasn't stupid enough to bet on only one horse. One must diversify one's income as much as possible, a simple lesson she had learned early. So it is with that in mind she had begun approaching various influential people in the galactic governments, promising beneficial opportunities to any who would take them. And her fishing had paid off.
Myra would dismiss the hologram, standing to grab a glass and ivory decanter holding a dark maroon liquid; Alderaani Wine. The bottle, more expensive than some star ships, dated back to before the original Alderaan's destruction. One of the very few relics dating back to that long dead world. With a delicate hand she would poor two glasses of the liquid, the rich auroma filling the room as the ancient liquid hit the sanitized air of Myra's office. Her deed done, Myra would set the bottle to the side on the desk's surface and sit in her corporate throne behind the expansive desk. It was rare she would break out fineries such as this, but with a dignitary of the Imperial Confederation visiting her she had to break out all the pagentry. The day had been carefully planned for Marlon Sularen's arrival. A party of attendants and executives would be waiting in the lobby to greet him, give him a tour of CAIN's engineering, scientific, and bio-chemical labs, and finally the hangar where the first few Banshee-class X-Wings were being produced before leading him to the top floor to Myra's executive suite where he and Myra would do business. She had kept the exact wording of her promises vague, hoping that Marlon would come to her with an offer. Yet with the tour, hopefully already ongoing, Myra hoped to show what CAIN Omnicorp. was capable of and plant the seeds of a beneficial partnership.
She would fidget in her seat, her eyes flicking from the wine before her to the door on the far end of the room. Myra found being nervous an unusual experience, something not befitting one of her station. Yet as she sat and awaited the tour's conclusion Myra could only sit and ponder the many possibilities that were to come from this fruitful meeting.
