Sasha Santhe
Majority Share Holder, Santhe Corporation
Folende,
Tion Cluster
“Mi’lady,” the man said with a low bow. He was older, nearly sixty, with a thick Tionese accent. “May I assume there is a reason you invited me here.” The truth was he was wary about the entire thing. The manor had a reputation from long ago.
“To talk about the future,” the woman said. “To be frank I’m wondering why your donations have stopped...”
“I don’t believe we have any legitimate function for your organization in Tion affairs. You are criminals. Any donation to your organization, even through your dummy corporations would be criminal. No, I will not do it.” The man was indignant despite his fear. His position meant he couldn’t so simply disappear.
Mi’lady gave a wolfish grin. “What you mean by that is you won’t give money to an organization you don’t control.” A servant boy brought over two glasses and a bottle of liquor. “I didn’t invite you here to condescend you,” Mi’lady said. “Much the opposite, I want to schmooze you.” She poured the liquor into both glasses, “Being a traditionalist you can’t refuse a drink.”
“I suppose not,” the Tionese Lord said taking the shot in hand and downing it. As the glasses empty another servant came over and poured two more. “I do hope it isn’t your plan to drink me under the table. I have a high capacity for alcohol bred throughout the centuries.”
“And I sir, am the product of alcoholics from thirteen different planets.” This was a lie. Her species simply didn’t get drunk from alcohol and besides there was easier ways for her to manipulate men. The two downed their drinks again.
“Why can’t you be satisfied? You’re influence is already expanding through much of Lianna in the corporate sector and within the courts.”
“People begged for our intervention and lobbying. You were one of them as I recall.”
“A mistake I won’t compound,” The Tionese lord replied. “Gregor Nimmons is no fool. Any power I give to the Raxian Nationals is power I give to you.”
“Maybe that is true,” Mi’lady replied, “but Tion needs us even if certain people don’t believe so. You have the power to give us the funding needed to protect our people.”
“You are talking about treason,” Gregor said adding quickly, “I find I do not want any more of your liquor or hospitality.” Nimmons started for the door.
“Wait a moment if you will Representative,” Mi’ladies voice commanded as the man reached the door to leave.
“For what?” the elderly man said turning.
Biting her lower lip Mi’lady took on a somber tone, “I didn’t want to do this.”
“For gods sake what woman?”
“A girl named Zhenya;” the woman spoke softly looking around. “a pregnancy, a threat to go to your wife and the media. I’m talking about a duracrete block in the ooze and mud at the bottom of Lake Baikal. I know where she is.”
Gregor stared blankly. In all his years in Toinese politics he’d never been in a situation like this.
“You see I don’t like you either. I don’t like old men who play with little girls.” She bit her lower lip, “Barely eighteen. And I don’t like people who kill women when it becomes inconvenient for them. Call me old fashion but I don’t like it one bit. I ought to throw you to the wolves.”
“Damn you,” Gregor said. “You can’t prove a damn thing, and your evidence could never see a courtroom, you’re a criminal.”
“Unfortunately for you I don’t have to prove anything,” Mi’lady bit down on her lips as he lifted a gloved hand to his head tapping the elderly man's forehead. “You were thoughtful enough to preserve the corpse in duracrete. With a simple call I can have a dead woman, with dead child inside of her with your DNA. Even if you beat the courts you’re done.”
“Unless I do what you say.”
“That is correct.”
“And you don’t think you have too much power?” Gregor said, defeat in his voice.
“Don’t talk to me about power you bastard.” Mi’lady snapped back, “I don’t use my position to have my way with women and then murder them.” No, she used it for far more atrocious things.
“And yet despite your supposed outrage you’re willing to let me get away with it in order to further your own goals?”
Mi’lady laughed, “Anything to further the cause of Tion.”
“Besides your silence, what else will I get out of this arrangement?” Gregor asked with a twinge of curiosity. “Where is the quid pro quo here?”
“Oh I think you’ll be pleased with services rendered.”
Tion Cluster
The Casino district of Lianna. Upon arrival a guest would see the first sign of sensory pollution; Millions of neon lights and signs strobing on clubs and casino’s heralding the entertainments inside. These varied greatly from massive arrows pointing to the door, promises of big payouts, offers of luxurious surroundings and excellent accommodations. A half truth was worse than a lie and for every being who left one of these establishments laden with new found wealth a hundred others left with empty pockets.
Upon entering the district proper hearing would be the second sound to be bombarded. Noise pollution was common enough with music from clubs melding with the sounds of slot machines and dropping coins from casino speakers to entice the pedestrian. A great cacophony of sound. as one was ambushed by the scent and taste of fresh baked treats from stands selling all manner of foodstuffs.
All of this of course was designed with one thing in mind, to bombard the senses of the common man and rob him of the sense itself. Men would drop paychecks in casinos, on food, and in clubs. They would willingly give their money to the house for a chance of winning a portion back. It was a pitiable state.
It was in this district that Sasha choose to conduct her latest meeting. [member="Fletcher Lorcan"] remained a bit of mystery to her. She had wanted to meet in a club she liked, however a return message indicated that would not be appropriate. That’s all she needed, a prude. Instead she’d settled into one of [member="Marek Starchaser"]’s officers. It was attached to a casino like a duplex with but a wall separating them from the the casino as a whole. Marek had explained it was for investors, they would arrive at the meeting and be able to see the operations of the test casino on the other end and by local zoning regulations having the buildings separated with no connecting door he was able to get his headquarters located there.
The location was perfect for Sasha, and a simple call next door was able to get her a few drinks. The office was busy, but the upper floor had been dedicated to Marek’s use. Sasha found it Spartan and in the days leading up to the meeting had furniture brought in. Lavish curtains of silk and satin couches now filled up the space. “Marek is rarely here,” Sasha would say to the staff to justify her actions. Truth was she didn’t particularly care what Marek thought, the entire place needed sprucing up. Sasha enjoyed the fast pulse of the urban environment and luxury resorts along the beachfront. For her it was paradise, and the perfect place for her to receive visitors. She would have to buy a little getaway on the beach… Until then she waited for the arrival of the Jedi….
Tion Cluster
“Mi’lady,” the man said with a low bow. He was older, nearly sixty, with a thick Tionese accent. “May I assume there is a reason you invited me here.” The truth was he was wary about the entire thing. The manor had a reputation from long ago.
“To talk about the future,” the woman said. “To be frank I’m wondering why your donations have stopped...”
“I don’t believe we have any legitimate function for your organization in Tion affairs. You are criminals. Any donation to your organization, even through your dummy corporations would be criminal. No, I will not do it.” The man was indignant despite his fear. His position meant he couldn’t so simply disappear.
Mi’lady gave a wolfish grin. “What you mean by that is you won’t give money to an organization you don’t control.” A servant boy brought over two glasses and a bottle of liquor. “I didn’t invite you here to condescend you,” Mi’lady said. “Much the opposite, I want to schmooze you.” She poured the liquor into both glasses, “Being a traditionalist you can’t refuse a drink.”
“I suppose not,” the Tionese Lord said taking the shot in hand and downing it. As the glasses empty another servant came over and poured two more. “I do hope it isn’t your plan to drink me under the table. I have a high capacity for alcohol bred throughout the centuries.”
“And I sir, am the product of alcoholics from thirteen different planets.” This was a lie. Her species simply didn’t get drunk from alcohol and besides there was easier ways for her to manipulate men. The two downed their drinks again.
“Why can’t you be satisfied? You’re influence is already expanding through much of Lianna in the corporate sector and within the courts.”
“People begged for our intervention and lobbying. You were one of them as I recall.”
“A mistake I won’t compound,” The Tionese lord replied. “Gregor Nimmons is no fool. Any power I give to the Raxian Nationals is power I give to you.”
“Maybe that is true,” Mi’lady replied, “but Tion needs us even if certain people don’t believe so. You have the power to give us the funding needed to protect our people.”
“You are talking about treason,” Gregor said adding quickly, “I find I do not want any more of your liquor or hospitality.” Nimmons started for the door.
“Wait a moment if you will Representative,” Mi’ladies voice commanded as the man reached the door to leave.
“For what?” the elderly man said turning.
Biting her lower lip Mi’lady took on a somber tone, “I didn’t want to do this.”
“For gods sake what woman?”
“A girl named Zhenya;” the woman spoke softly looking around. “a pregnancy, a threat to go to your wife and the media. I’m talking about a duracrete block in the ooze and mud at the bottom of Lake Baikal. I know where she is.”
Gregor stared blankly. In all his years in Toinese politics he’d never been in a situation like this.
“You see I don’t like you either. I don’t like old men who play with little girls.” She bit her lower lip, “Barely eighteen. And I don’t like people who kill women when it becomes inconvenient for them. Call me old fashion but I don’t like it one bit. I ought to throw you to the wolves.”
“Damn you,” Gregor said. “You can’t prove a damn thing, and your evidence could never see a courtroom, you’re a criminal.”
“Unfortunately for you I don’t have to prove anything,” Mi’lady bit down on her lips as he lifted a gloved hand to his head tapping the elderly man's forehead. “You were thoughtful enough to preserve the corpse in duracrete. With a simple call I can have a dead woman, with dead child inside of her with your DNA. Even if you beat the courts you’re done.”
“Unless I do what you say.”
“That is correct.”
“And you don’t think you have too much power?” Gregor said, defeat in his voice.
“Don’t talk to me about power you bastard.” Mi’lady snapped back, “I don’t use my position to have my way with women and then murder them.” No, she used it for far more atrocious things.
“And yet despite your supposed outrage you’re willing to let me get away with it in order to further your own goals?”
Mi’lady laughed, “Anything to further the cause of Tion.”
“Besides your silence, what else will I get out of this arrangement?” Gregor asked with a twinge of curiosity. “Where is the quid pro quo here?”
“Oh I think you’ll be pleased with services rendered.”
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Rio Vivo, LiannaTion Cluster
The Casino district of Lianna. Upon arrival a guest would see the first sign of sensory pollution; Millions of neon lights and signs strobing on clubs and casino’s heralding the entertainments inside. These varied greatly from massive arrows pointing to the door, promises of big payouts, offers of luxurious surroundings and excellent accommodations. A half truth was worse than a lie and for every being who left one of these establishments laden with new found wealth a hundred others left with empty pockets.
Upon entering the district proper hearing would be the second sound to be bombarded. Noise pollution was common enough with music from clubs melding with the sounds of slot machines and dropping coins from casino speakers to entice the pedestrian. A great cacophony of sound. as one was ambushed by the scent and taste of fresh baked treats from stands selling all manner of foodstuffs.
All of this of course was designed with one thing in mind, to bombard the senses of the common man and rob him of the sense itself. Men would drop paychecks in casinos, on food, and in clubs. They would willingly give their money to the house for a chance of winning a portion back. It was a pitiable state.
It was in this district that Sasha choose to conduct her latest meeting. [member="Fletcher Lorcan"] remained a bit of mystery to her. She had wanted to meet in a club she liked, however a return message indicated that would not be appropriate. That’s all she needed, a prude. Instead she’d settled into one of [member="Marek Starchaser"]’s officers. It was attached to a casino like a duplex with but a wall separating them from the the casino as a whole. Marek had explained it was for investors, they would arrive at the meeting and be able to see the operations of the test casino on the other end and by local zoning regulations having the buildings separated with no connecting door he was able to get his headquarters located there.
The location was perfect for Sasha, and a simple call next door was able to get her a few drinks. The office was busy, but the upper floor had been dedicated to Marek’s use. Sasha found it Spartan and in the days leading up to the meeting had furniture brought in. Lavish curtains of silk and satin couches now filled up the space. “Marek is rarely here,” Sasha would say to the staff to justify her actions. Truth was she didn’t particularly care what Marek thought, the entire place needed sprucing up. Sasha enjoyed the fast pulse of the urban environment and luxury resorts along the beachfront. For her it was paradise, and the perfect place for her to receive visitors. She would have to buy a little getaway on the beach… Until then she waited for the arrival of the Jedi….
