Black and gold bottles like we're pro Tionese

[Corey's OOC]

Now was really the best time for any of this. With the power vacuums in many companies across the galaxy with the rapture and reverse-rapture, Marek was feeling it was time to get on with expansion of his company, and interests. So, what he did was set aside one of the conference rooms of Bright Star One in low orbit around Lianna. The kind of world where they could still be all dark and brooding. He liked it. And with part of the Proclamation going haywire, he needed to be somewhere he new was a good world.

So, that was the scene, fancy conference hall, wonderful catering, full bar. The standard. And the guest list was short, abbreviated and they were all given priority landing clearance. That would be the list of [member="Sasha Santhe"], because Marek needed some of her tech, and maybe a loan.... He'd figure out how to work it off later. Then there was [member="Darell Irani"], Marek's typical business partner and the one he knew to talk to about Ty'rel. The one that really scared him, @Darth Orcus, was also invited, Marek even had food special ordered, and a special glass and seat for the large Lord. They'd be helpful here too, then for fun, he brought in [member="Gerion Ardik"], the true Viceroy of Hypori, and a smart businessman, and finally the redheaded Trade Queen herself, [member="Danger Arceneau"]. Of course, the full Inner Circle could show up. He'd approve.

He wanted to see what the galaxy was offering, and get some ideas. What he was looking for was to move into the media industry. Film, music, news, and holonet broadcasts. He knew that there was that whole NexChek thing, and he was kind of addicted to it. Would have to talk to his contacts in Browncoat with some ideas.

But for now? It was a matter of discussion, seeing where Tion was going to go, what they were going to do, and how he could get his media company so he could pollute the minds of the galaxy.To

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[member="Marek Starchaser"]

Picture the intro moments of Back in Black, add a little Highway to Hell and finally finish it off with some Rock and Roll Ain’t No Noise Pollution. What do you get? The distinct musing and feelings of one Darell Irani as he strutted into the board meeting room, Starchaser had invited him, they were friends - well, pure technically Marek had been friends with Jared, but Irani had inherited a lot from that old bastard and this one was one of the few things he didn’t mind inheriting. Memories washed in and out as his eyes were laid upon Starchaser, good times, only a few bad ones, most of ‘em rocked.

They had known how to party good and hard.

‘Starchaser, good to see ya’re still alive and kickin’.’

He walked over to the man, to give him a good handshake and would then join him at the table. The ideas Starchaser had about getting into the media-biz was sound, his memories told him Jared had been meaning to do much the same back in the day. But the old goat had wanted to do a lot of shet, can’t get ‘em all sadly.

There would be enough time for pleasantries later, it was time to get to business.

‘So this media thing. Ya wanna do it under Ty’rel’s name and wealth or planning to settle out on your own again?’

Either way was fine to him, though he obviously would prefer the former.

 

[Corey's OOC]

Marek could almost hear the guitar riffs as one [member="Darell Irani"] entered the room. He figured that he worked enough with this line of memories that it was going to be his best bet. Still, he hoped at least one of the females, [member="Sasha Santhe"] or [member="Danger Arceneau"] showed up for perspective. And he didn't want [member="Hion the Herglic"] special order food to go to waste.

"Yeah, Abrion duties just about killed me." Or made him age prematurely, whichever. "Been busy on a few things, haven't had time for the projects." But now he did. Shaking Irani's hand and offering the bottle Marek just picked up he shrugged.

"I want to see if there is a way to capitalize on the Bright Star name, unless I can rally a bigger corporation's name for the media company and fold in Bright Star. Depends how good the funding is, though." He grinned to his broheim.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

[member="Marek Starchaser"] [member="Darell Irani"]


The slow steady gait of heels would foretell her arrival, full hips swaying with every measured step. Aeri, her Zeltron assistant would walk at her side, constantly relaying to Danger information. Things were moving along in Corellia and the twin worlds; Arceneau was fast becoming a name on Talus, a common sight.

The most recent development was in the purchase of Gust Treta Inner-System Market station. It was currently being retrofitted, designed and underway to become one of the largest trade market stations in the Corellian Sector, much less the Corellian system. What manner of CEC stirrings from their employees was currently being handled by a few of her trusted personnel, working alongside with Talus politicians and other Corporate leaders to find methods of smoothing over tensions.

However, the most recent project was in the development of a new headquarters for Arceneau Trade on Talus itself. The land had been purchased near Nashal, with more territory acquired along the Ageyn Foothills for the development of a vast new spaceport and several warehouse facilities.

Initial designs would be agreeable for Danger, the bulk of the endeavour along with the ongoing Corellian humanitarian aid keeping her busy. She was exhausted, worn out emotionally as well as physically, but she could not allow herself to show it. She had Alisha and Six to help her along with the rest of the company, but when it came to Tion..

She had to make an appearance.

A pasted smile would grace her lips in welcome at the duo, inclining her head in greeting. One still had to play a part.

Even if the latest news from the Coreworlds regarding Alric would strike at frayed nerves.

"Well, isn't this a pleasure."

 

[Corey's OOC]

Media. That was a thing he wanted to do a while ago. And for whatever reason, it always got put on the back-burner, but getting news crews under his beck and call would allow him to get in and out of a variety of zones and gather information. After all, that was the secondary export for him. Entertainment first, information second, probably why he was never against having SpyNet using a few rooms aboard his liners or in his casinos. A favor to a friend or two.

When he heard [member="Danger Arceneau"] approach, he grinned. Definitely a mentor for him, he was glad she was on his side, willing to help, so long as it didn’t cut into her profit margin. He smiled at the Trade Queen and nodded. “Glad you could attend, Miz Arceneau.” Always proper with her, and always falling into a bit of a slurred accent. Arcadian, some would call it.

“How goes the work 'round Corellia?"

Now was time for discussion of how to move into the other bit of business for Bright Star. Was it take over, or was it starting from the ground up. And could he use the ATC network and Ty’rel resources that [member="Darell Irani"] was offering.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

"It goes," Danger would say. That was putting it lightly. Arceneau Trade now had a full corporate headquartered based on Talus, one of the Twin Worlds. A full production line and shipyards for Haven as well as manufacturing plants for Browncoat Industrial. Mara TibX was also expanding, what with Corellia broken in half with foreign matter from another planet. There was opportunity there for strange ore and metals that most would never have known.

Initial surveys have exposed the following.

The Lashtan's were always a people whose focus was on building vessels. From the first tribe that managed to cobble together a canoe to the massive warships that loomed in orbit to protect its shipyards. The Lashtan species had a love for their craft, even going so far as to remain neutral in many conflicts just to ensure that they were the ones who both sides bought their vessels from. While this earned the ire of many species, it also earned them allies in many others.

When the Silentium and the Abominor went to war, the Lashtans were cranking out vessels left and right for one side or the other, though most of their vessels found their way into the hands of the allies of the Silentium. When the Yuuzhan Vong began their campaign of Galactic Genocide, the Lashtans rose up with their vessels in a bid to stop them.

For a time they managed to hold out, though seeing the inevitable writing on the wall, the Lashtan Government came to a final solution. Detonating many of their shipyards, they destroyed their own moons and homeworld in a bid to wipe out as many of the Vong as they could, leaving their world scared and lifeless in the process. The species went out with a bang and on their own terms.