Cassandra Paige
Cruella DeVille
D'ian
GenPals was doing remarkably well.
At least, for what they were.
A company that sold designer pets to people with more money than sense. Shackling them to proprietary foods and veterinary care that continued to turn profits even after the initial sale. Somehow over the last year, GenPals and its CEO had managed to convince the galaxy that they wanted- nay, needed- cute cuddly creatures and the cross merchandise that went with them. From t-shirts and toys to children's cartoons and vacation packages.
Of course, they had no true power, beyond that of the credit and the loyalty people had to the silly little animals they pack bonded with beyond the realm of species and sapience.
Humans, Cassandra had found, would pack bond with anything.
Not only humans, but to be fair, that was the only species that Cassandra put active thought into if she could get away with it. She'd be perfectly happy to never again see a single wookiee, twi'lek, bothan or zeltron again. Of course, that wasn't how the galaxy worked and it was simpler to accept that than attempt any fool hardy rage against it.
It was with appreciation, then, that Cass's next meeting was with the sort of person she could approve of.
Oh she didn't care about his philanthropy, with the exception of her ability to invest and settle herself a hefty tax break.
No, simply that it was to be a human sitting across from her at the table, the backdrop of the enormous aquarium wall shedding a gentle aquamarine light on secluded corner of the largest restaurant on the station, Oculus.
Cass perused the specials, waiting for [member="Idris Voahan"] to arrive and be shown to the table.