And I lost my watch last night (Tion Hegemony)

[Corey's OOC]

The galaxy was an exciting place. Marek knew that pretty well. He was still the Foreman of the Techno Union, and seeing what was going on with his own government, since the fall of Druckenwell, to the assassination of Salem Norongachi he was starting to have thoughts on the state of the galaxy. One thing that people needed was to have entertainment. And he thought he knew just where who he wanted to go to.

With [member="Sasha Santhe"] purchasing Haor Chall into Santhe Corp, he felt he had a bit of extra time, and money on himself. Still, he was operating as a chief of the smaller engineering firm, but he didn’t need to be concerned with the day to day runnings, thankfully. With the Techno Union, he had enough going through his mind. And with his resource company not quite taking off, he was making enough money to try one more big thing. One more option to make his impact on the galaxy.

Sure, he was a contractor, middle manning for a government, but he wanted his own creation to rise. That was how you made your name, wasn’t it? The thing is, before he began, and he did own one or two of the Queen of the Spacelane class luxury liners personally, so he had the starting of a casino and entertainment power. Having sent out an invitation to several of his friends, he made his way to Tatooine on his own, and decided it would be best to rent a catering hall from [member="Danger Arceneau"]. Get a meal together, drinks, and if all else failed, he’d be able to at least get the group together, and they could have a little powwow.

What was he sending invitations for? Station construction, protection, goods, droids, he had a lot on his mind, the rest would fall into place.

[member="Rave Merrill"] [member="Selka Ventus"] [member="Valik"] [member="Jared Ovmar"] [member="Hion the Herglic"] [member="Zothustro Quill"] @uhhh?PmMe

 

[Ugoto Chivaro]

[member="Marek Starchaser"]

Zothustro had been to Tattooine before. He did not like it any more now than he did then. The heat was tolerable, but the overall economic atmosphere of the planet was disturbing. It was a crime-ridden, backwater world with all manner of raiders and riff-raff running amok. No law or order. The fact that it was also in Confederate space (space that belonged to a rogue, genocidal country) also made Zothustro uncomfortable. The fact that a Lucrehulk or a shipyard could, at any moment, crash into the planet and kill everyone.

Better to make this quick, then.

The elderly X'Ting tottered into the catering all, relying on his cane for support. He clicked his mandibles in contemplation, trying to identify someone he should speak to.

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Heat and sand did not vibe well with cetaceans. Far more irritable than usual due to the heat, Orcus squeezed in through the door of the establishment. His large form was made even bulkier by the chitinous shells covering nearly all of his body save for his flippers, feet and head. Branded upon his forehead and on the back of his flippers was a single Sith hieroglyph. Slave. Matching brands were on his feet though they were hidden by his enormous spunplast boots.

Desperate to escape the sapping sun, Orcus ignored everyone inside and shoved his way to a beverage table. He grabbed an entire bucket of punch and dumped the whole of it over his head, ice plinked off him and onto the ground. Turning around, dripping red punch, Orcus smiled so wide it looked like his face had split in half. He gave a contented, "Hauum."

[member="Zothustro Quill"] [member="Marek Starchaser"]