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[Scherezade deWinter]

Black Sun Representatives ​

[member="Karisa"] | [member="Malicar"] | [member="Gad Calgaran"] | [member="Myra"]​

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Agents of Chaos Representatives​

[member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Kamyrin Gyvolis"] | [member="Nyree Justice"]​

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Others of either faction who wish to join please speak with your Faction staff beforehand.​

The Persephone broke through the atmosphere of V'Shar, carrying numerous personalities aboard. A large ship, and full of people, but only three would descend once it had landed; [member=Scherezade deWinter"], [member="Kamyrin Gyvolis"], and [member="Nyree Justice"]. Two heads of coin, and one that, among the Firsts, was the only one to not assume an official title, yet was everywhere regardless of that.

It had not been long ago that initial contact had been established, and through a network of encrypted messages that ran back and forth through the length of the Galaxy, a meeting had been set up. In the future, they would bicker about who initiated it, but for now, it was enough that they were all here. For it was a big galaxy, and yet this big galaxy was dominated by those who were unworthy of ruling it.

Some groups, like the Black Sun, dealt with the criminal and smuggling aspect of things. Others, like the Agents of Chaos, were building towards destroying the large governments that greedily gobbled up planets and then let them fester and die from within. The goals of the two groups would no doubt, sooner or later, clash.

But until then? Until then, they had time to work together, even if only on a temporary basis. In a galaxy ruled by such as the Sith Empire and the Confederacy of Independent Systems, where planets like Coruscant and Dathomir exchanged more often than emperors changed underpants, the Black Sun were not a threat to the Agents, and vice versa.

And despite their goals, the Agents of Chaos were not naïve or oblivious. Their goal could not be reached on their own. These temporary alliances, this entire scratch my back and I'll scratch yours, ws something they were going to have to rely on for the foreseeable future. But let it not be said that they had nothing to offer in return.

Quite the opposite. The three Ladies of Chaos that descended the Persephone once it had landed at the agreed meeting spot knew well enough what they would offer. And what they would ask.

Spoiler: Scherezade armor & weapons

Wearing: Armor | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | Sofitor
Wielding: 8 Nozhi Blades | 1 Czerka knive | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives | Copero's Wail | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Combat Gauntlets | 2 TOTT-001 Arc Light Blaster | 2 Dissuader K-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets

 

[Malicar]

Ki'wuz Settlement
Planet of V'shar

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It only took a couple of hours or so to make the transit from Nar Shaddaa to V’Shar in the Dark Remnant. It immediately picked up a Star Destroyer-class warship within the V’Shar atmosphere. Based on the accommodations of the ship, he imagined it was needed. Hyperspace travel could be very long for most travelers. Fortunately, Black Sun spared no expense on hyperdrives. Business never slept, so transit times were critical to their organization—and Interstellar Shipping as well.

Agents of Chaos…they were a new organization on the block and grew very quickly. It seemed the galaxy was tired of getting pushed around by the large factions that swung large blades, cutting down any and all comers. But Black Sun was not quite that kind of organization. Changes of ownership in Hutt Space was done mostly with subtly, threats, and small shows of force…the Hutt Cartels recognized power and respected it. They knew a new sheriff was in town and did not fight the inevitable. Such a decision on the Hutt’s part allowed them to maintain their holdings and continue their rule—but they had to pay Black Sun “taxes”…such was the way of things in Hutt Space.

Malicar had a general idea about where this little soiree could go and how the two organizations could help each other. Black Sun’s reach was far and wide, as well as their alliances, business deals and shady treaties. The Agents of Chaos were into some nasty stuff…much like Black Sun. While amateurs at the whole criminal underworld thing, they were still making their mark on many illegal markets. As long as they did not step on Black Sun’s toes in that regard or disrupt their revenue streams, they could all play nice…

But this meeting place was no accident. Malicar, when meeting in person and especially when bringing Karisa, took no chances. Located just seconds away, by way of hyperspace, in the V’Shar system was a fleet of Malephus Star Destroyers, Sedition Assault Cruisers and Flurry Carrier Cruisers. The planet was interspersed with dropships containing Clan Sharratt Mandalorians, ready to enter the fray at a moment’s notice.

In truth, Malicar and the Wardens of Black Sun had many enemies across the galaxy, so precautions went a bit overboard when it came to security with newcomers—overly cautious meant preparing for the worst.

V’Shar was a nice enough planet. While some illegal markets of Black Sun had found their way on the streets of cities across V’Shar, there was not a ruling presence here from Black Sun. In many ways, it was truly neutral ground, just outside of Hutt Space. Malicar had reached out to the Ka’hren rulers of V’Shar to tell them that they would be using their planet as a meeting place and to clear out the settlement of Ki’wuz for their use. Not wanting to make an enemy of the largest criminal organization in the galaxy, the democratic leaders of V’Shar acquiesced. As such, the only Ka’hren left were the proprietors to serve their guests.

The Dark Remnant entered the atmosphere and cut gracefully through the clouds. The sleek frigate dropped down on the other side of the Ki’wuz settlement they had agreed on. The small settlement was made up of a four-way intersection, a hotel, a cantina, a few offices and a few shops. On the way in, he saw the three representatives of the Agents of Chaos making their way to the Ki’wuz Cantina, the agreed upon meeting spot. There was a temptation to have his pilot unload on them as he circled, but Malicar saw opportunity—to spit in the face of opportunity was foolish.

This was the first time Karisa had been with Malicar to anything involving Black Sun. He let her jump off into the deep end of the pool early. The cargo ramp lowered with members of the Wardens of Black Sun making their way to the cantina. Malicar, Karisa, Myra and Gad walked into the cantina to see the three ladies in front of them. The pair of Ka’hren bartenders looked like they wanted to hide in a ditch, clearly uncomfortable with the half a dozen beings they would have to serve this day.

A broad smile came to the handsome Chiss’ face. His bright eyes flashed as he walked over to the trio of ladies. Ever the gentleman, Malicar strode over as if he were greeting fast friends.

His eyes met Kam’s and he reached out to take her hand, lightly kissing it. He quipped, “Rin, do you mind if I call you Rin? I have heard tales of your beauty and I see they are no mere rumor. Excellent work within your organization in such a short amount of time…”

He next reached out and took Nyree’s slender hand in his, bent over gracefully and kissed it gingerly, “Nyree, the Merchant Princess, it is an honor to meet you. I have watched some of your investments on the Galactic Stock Market with great interest…shrewd moves, knowing when to sell high and buy low. I commend your insight.”

Lastly, he took Scherezade deWinter’s hand in his and lightly kissed the top, which was showing bare skin. He did not seem concerned about her imposing armor and weaponry at all. In fact, the Chiss seemed unconcerned at all about anything. He seemed quite at home in these environs.

“Last, but certainly not least, dear Scherezade deWinter. Your reputation proceeds you. When I was working intelligence for the Chiss Ascendancy, I read many reports about your exploits in the CIS. Entertaining reads, for sure…”

Taking a step away, he allowed the others to introduce themselves. With a look to the bartender, he began bringing drinks and refreshments out to the round table that had been prepared for them. Wines, liquors, beer, water and caf were all available…the pleasantries phase was well underway.

"Please, help yourself..."

His hands gestured to the drinks and refreshments, pouring a glass of wine for Karisa and then one for himself. He looked at the three guests with a questioning look as to see if they wanted him to pour them a glass as well...

[member="Karisa"]
[member="Gad Calgaran"]
[member="Myra"]
[member="Scherezade deWinter"]
[member="Kamyrin Gyvolis"]
[member="Nyree Justice"]

 

[Nyree Justice]

To say Nyree was in over her head was an understatement. To say she was concerned or cared was an overstatement. The teen had dove heard first into a world dominated by massive soldiers, crime lords, bosses with blasters and blades, force wielding weirdos, and really bad fashion sense. And she meant really, really bad fashion sense. It was enough to make a gal cry. The ride to V'Shar was painfully uneventful. She spent most of the ride flipping through holos, reading the mags, catching up on the soaps, and scrolling through Spacestagram.

By the time they arrived, she'd already picked and repicked her outfit out four times. Six if you counted the alterations of the first and third choices she'd made.

All that busywork meant there wasn't a lot of time for Nyree to get to know her fellow--leaders. Well, she guessed she was a leader now. Lit. It was about time someone recognized her Force-given potential. There would have to be another time, she guessed. It was important for her to stay on point with the trends, the latest, and the greatest designs.

She closed her pallet of glittering eye-make up and examined her handiwork in the mirror with a few blinks. "Oh I think that is dope as hell."

Her door slid open and the young girl stepped out with the other two ladies. The contrast could not have been greater. While [member="Scherezade deWinter"] was covered in green power armor, and bristling with weapons and [member="Kamyrin Gyvolis"] looked battle-hardened and ready too--Nyree just looked like a school girl skipping class to go on a date. The wind caught her romper, making the white, linen fabric stir in the breeze. Her half-up, half-down styled hair fell around her face in a waterfall of hair. Her heel-sandles left her feet mostly exposed as they clacked on the durasteel.

[member="Malicar"] offered his hand to shake and a compliment. She gripped his hand in a firm but still ridiculously soft grip with her perfectly manicured and lotioned fingers.

"Thanks," she said with a cheery smile, "And you're uh, you're, like, mad blue. Its sick af."

When the food and drinks were offered, she didn't hesitate. The teen stepped up to the table, pulled up a chair and plate. She pulled a pair of tongs out of a salad bowl and took a serving from the wooden bowl, plopping it on her plate. She grabbed a silver-looking fork and stabbed one of the leaves, popping it into her mouth. "So, things been poppin' pretty great around here, huh?"

 

[Karisa]

Ki'wuz Settlement
Planet of V'shar
~accompanying Black Sun representatives
to meeting with Agents of Chaos


Brask'ari'sabosen, the former First Daughter of House Sabosen and Diplomatic Syndic of said Chiss Ruling House, was known as just Karisa now - the exiled Chiss noble's core name.

In a way it felt liberating not to be weighted down any longer by high titles or certain expectations her blood born birth right had laid upon her. Karisa now would forge her own identity and live to the ideals she set for herself, not those of the Red Flame the 'good little Chiss' adhered to in a dutiful fashion in the past.

Anguish from the tragic events of the night that led to Sposia being painted red with the blood of her family by a hit squad in an intra-house coup still lingered on Ari's mind and in her heart, but the man she had turned to had helped ease that pain and given her a way to refocus the anger felt by the Sabosen family betrayal in a more productive way.

This diplomatic business meeting on V'shar with the Agents of Chaos would be Karisa's first foray with Black Sun and that of standing by the Underlord Eshro's side in an official capacity to which was still a work in progress. For now, she was an equal member of the crime lord's contingent present that being [member="Gad Calgaran"] and one who went by just [member="Myra"].

The physician and surgeon by trade smoothed over the outfit [member="Malicar"] had especially made for her, then double checked the holstered Chiss Charric Heavy Blaster Pistol worn on her tone, right thigh before they proceeded down the boarding ramp of the Dark Remnant to the local establishment prearranged for the meeting. CEDF trained, the Sabosen was an excellent shot and knew how to handle herself in a tight spot; if ever the need arose to use aggressive negotiation techniques that is. But hopefully, aligned goals and cool, deliberate heads would bring about a mutually beneficial agreement between the two factions.

Karisa had studied the dossiers prepared by the Shroud on the three female agents the cartel was meeting with today. They were an interesting read for sure. The only name though that popped for the former ambassador was that of [member="Scherezade deWinter"] as she had been at the Battle of Copero when the CIS helped to liberate Chiss space from the hold of the Jen'ari Empire as did the Sith Empire at Csilla. Questions regarding possible war crimes committed by certain members of the Confederacy against innocent Chiss civilians had been brought up to the High Council to make formal complaints to the Intergalactic court, but that was neither here nor there for Karisa any longer. The Chiss Ascendancy was dead to her. All that mattered now was the business at hand for Black Sun and backing the interests of the other exiled Chiss noble. Malicar was her ticket in this endeavor after all, and that sentiment was meant in the most sincere way only the lovers could understand.

And like on cue, she followed the Underlord's lead and stepped forward to introduce herself, crimson eyes glowing brightly. "I am Karisa. It is a pleasure to meet you," Ari offered in a softened yet curt greeting with a respectful cant of her dark head to deWinter, [member="Nyree Justice"], and [member="Kamyrin Gyvolis"] going down the line as such; a chic yet practical, high pony tail swaying slightly to and fro as the tall and slender blue-skinned, near-human stood regally before them. The Chiss' noble bearing would be a hard habit to break now that she was playing hard ball in the criminal world... Though perhaps it still could come in handy.

The smallest of smirks graced her darkened lips as a glass of wine was poured and presented to her by the Vesnam. "You are such a scoundrel using your roguish charm on the women," she teased Mailcar ever so softly in their native language, then turned her mindful attention back to the group gathered for the talks.

 

[Kamyrin Gyvolis]

Location: Planet V'shar
Wearing: Nightmare Armor Minus Helmet
Wielding: Rin's Lightsaber | Blackout Baton | Terminus Shiv
Tags: [member=Scherezade deWinter] | [member=Nyree Justice] | [member=Malicar] | [member=Myra] | [Member=Gad Calgaran] | [member=Karisa]

Kam had spent hours, looking over reports, judging possible questions and what answers she might give. It felt like college all over again, but more chance of death during this occasion....actually scratch that the Hapan nobility were equally hostile. Only difference was one stood in the light with power stating they had a right to rule by birth, were as the other grabbed the power themselves, showcasing their abilities to assert dominance. From those they were meeting two had prior connection to the Chiss Ascendancy, she supposed its collapse would lead to capable manpower finding work else where, so the rise of its members were no surprise. Though she did not have all the details, she had enough to survive and pass her way through this diplomacy hopefully without it becoming heated in more ways than one. With a signal throughout the ship informing the crew and its occupants of their arrival, she finally set down the reports, looking for a second at the other reports she had looked over. Ones from her company, family and own division within the Agents, general statistics and reports, it showed progress but she knew some of it would need fixing later if she got the chance.

But letting the thought pass she sat up from her desk in the small cabin she had been offered, a commodity for a naval vessel, though it depended on the ship. With not a lot of space it only took her a few feet to be at her locker, opening it up and donning her Nightmare armor, looking at the helmet she decided against it leaving it in the top compartment. Grabbing her newly bought Blackout Baton and Terminus Shiv, she admired them for a second before placing them in hidden spots. Both were made to go undetected, unlike the lightsaber which was the last thing she grabbed, with a thought of changing that later she clipped it to her belt being the only visible weapon one might see. Standing in the hall before her was [member=Scherezade deWinter] in her own armor and loaded out for a fight more so than Kam.

Giving her a nod they waited for their last companion who was probably being late having last minute crisis of her outfit. She had not known [member=Nyree Justice] for long, but they both shared the same seat of power, she'd noticed quick that her fellow was younger and acted much her age. A fact that brought a smile to her face, but under occasions like this she feared for the young, but bright girl, she'd probably have to babysit her to ensure nothing outrageous happened. A thought that changed her smile to a grimace, with the door finally unsealing and her last companion stepping out, the fact she wore only a dress caused Kam to raise a eyebrow. But a simple shake of the head was the only response she made before they began planetside.

Walking towards the meeting location, she gazed around the town, it was bare and small. Few places to hide or for a ambush with any large numbers, but the planet itself was big and it was a good chance that the Black Sun Reps would only need to whistle for them to become outgunned. Another reason she did not want this turning heated, entering the Cantina and noting the arrival of the other reps. They did not need to wait long for the others to make their appearance, the male Chiss to which she could guess was the leader was of course the first to introduce himself. Listening to his honey words, she knew he had done his research, 3 girls all with human appearances but being able to determine who was who at least showed he put some effort into it. Though it was not very hard given all three of them had very differing appearances.

"It might not be my birth name but its the one I choose for myself, the old one often brings along to much weight."

She responded with a smirk on her face and nodding at the kind words, she watched Nyree and gave a look of annoyance at the improper language the younger one gave. With the second Chiss being the next to respond she gave a curt nod, spoken much like a noble, a easily discernible trait to those that shared such origins. Once [member=Karisa] finished and [member=Malicar] finished with deWinter, offering them the table with all that laid upon it. Kam gave them a Hapan bow, not wearing a dress she did not have anything to hold onto with her hands simply hanging over the ground before coming back up.

"I think I can say we all apprecaite the hospitality, as Malicar had stated I go by the name Rin, my birth name is Kamyrin Gyvolis. I handle Economic interest within the Agents along side Nyree here and I do hope we can all get along this evening."

Finishing she strolled over to the table taking a seat beside Nyree and leaving a spot open for deWinter, looking out of the corner of her eye and with a smile on her face towards the others. She gave Nyree a jab in the side, hard enough to be noticeable but not warrant a loud sound. Whispering under her breath towards the younger child.

"Behave yourself Nyree, these people can easily turn you into dust and my armor only protects me."

Continuing to smile and never looking at her partner. When Malicar offered the refreshment, Kam simply and politely declined before finding herself a some Merisee spirits and pouring some into a glass. Smelling it before taking a sip she looked to ensure Nyree was not doing the same, she was enough trouble without trying to drink, hopefully the salad was enough for her.

 

[Gad Calgaran]

Gad had spent most of the trip reviewing intelligence. He wasn't really much for these kind of social visits but he understood this particular one might be important. An alliance with an organization dedicated to disrupting the growth of larger powers would benefit the Black Sun a great deal now. That said, they would become a problem later on, and would be harder to deal with. Assuming the other powers didn't find a way to shut them down first. Both sides were taking a risk in this particular meeting. It's possible they could decide to gamble and try to take out the leadership here and now, removing a potential problem for them later. That said, they probably saw a similar risk.

They were also outnumbered. Three to four, with one of their leaders, the 'merchant princess' [member="Nyree Justice"] seemingly not being one for combat at all. Although he could imagine that bringing her associates or family to bare on the Black Sun wouldn't be good for business. The same could probably be said about [member="Kamyrin Gyvolis"] although she seemed like she could probably handle herself in a fight. The biggest one to bring consequences, assuming a scenario where she could be killed, would be [member="Scherezade deWinter"] assuming she still had strong connections to the CIS. That's disregarding the fact that she was an experienced Sith.

Suffice it to say, he was confident that the Black Sun leadership would squarely lose such a fight. Gad could only presume that was the reason why [member="Malicar"] had arranged for a fleet of ships to be on stand-by. This would be one extreme stand-off if it ever came to that. Hopefully it didn't.

Gad had fairly standard gear on. The only thing out of the ordinary was the hardened animal carrier he had on his back. It had his pet Ysalamir. Something he obtained for a previous engagement. So long as everyone stuck close to them no one would be able to pull any fancy force tricks. That said, it would be useless if they managed to put just a little bit of distance between the creature and themselves.

When it came to introduce himself he simply nodded to the three, and then accompanied everyone to the table. He sat next to either [member="Karisa"] or [member="Myra"], placing the animal carrier on the floor next to him and the rest of the Black Sun leaders. Then he ordered an ale from the bartender.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Black Sun Representatives ​

[member="Karisa"] [member="Malicar"] [member="Gad Calgaran"] [member="Myra"]​

Agents of Chaos Representatives​

[member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Kamyrin Gyvolis"] [member="Nyree Justice"]​

And in the abandoned town they met, a few Agents of Chaos representatives with a few Black Sun representatives. Scherezade paused herself, her glowing green gaze following [member="Malicar"] carefully as he moved to greet and speak with her peers first, noting a few details about them each before turning to her. She was not accustomed to being one to have her hand kissed and blinked in surprise. Perhaps, she had expected that even though he had done it with Kam and Nyr, she would be skipped. That used to be how it always was, before she joined up with the Agents. But no longer.

While [member="Malicar"] knew who each of them was, she couldn’t genuinely say she knew the same. Oh, she knew briefly of who was what and such, she hadn't exactly come unprepared to this meeting, but while Malicar spoke of reading reports about her, she had not about him… Or the Chiss. As they had not opted to get nearer to the Southern Systems, their cases were not handled by her, even during her time with the Ministry of Secrets. Scherezade had been the leading hands-on person to send at the time, doing missions that were mostly closed range.

Still, she gave him a proud nod, the predatory gaze hard to miss. Her mind was already running fast, calculating the different ways to leave this place a corpse town if things went wrong. But she was a patient killer, and she would not provoke the meeting into going wrong. That would go against everything she, Discordia, the other two, and the Agents of Chaos wanted and needed.

As she was motioned to the refreshments and drinks, she spotted… Cheese cubes! That had to be a good omen or something. But no, she smiled and shook her head. No need to pour her a drink. Water was just fine.

Looking at Nyree's reaction, Scherezade grinned. She could think of several places where the girl's age, bubbliness, and excitement, would've caused those around her to snub their nose at her, look down at her. But not here. Not with the Agents of Chaos. There were things that Scherezade had been through, had been sorely punched about, so that she would alter and change. It would never happen again, not from a place in which she was among the leaders, not as long as she had any say about it. But she did need better armor, even as a non-combatant. Scherezade made a mental note to discuss it with her after the meeting.

Nodding her head in respect and greeting at [member="Karisa"], Scherezade looked at the blue woman perhaps a touch more intently than she'd intended to. In more ways than one, today was Scherezade's first time in meeting those who belonged to the Chiss – meeting them and not, fighting them. It was a very different experience, even if they were all still in the greeting stage of the day. And then the woman said something in what she could only assume was their native tongue, and Scherezade wished it. She spoke many languages, but they had all been inherited by the memories her grandmother had pressed in her mind, and none of them included the Unknown Regions. Her grandmother had been dealing with the Core and the Eastern parts of the Galaxy for most of her life; the Unknown Regions never interested her in the slightest.

But then hearing Rin and Rynee, Scherezade chuckled. "You've got me if it comes to that," she assured them both, her voice just barely above a whisper. Protection – she had been trained to perform that duty as well, much as she'd preferred to be on the assault regardless.

And then came the last among the Black Suns - [member="Gad Calgaran"]. The moment he came close enough, Scherezade knew what he carried with him, even before he put it down. There was a sensation when one entered the bubble of an Ysalamir, one that she had a hard time describing precisely, but always felt it nonetheless. Part of why she carried so many weapons was due to the fact that in her very first month out of the pebble that had imprisoned her for over seven hundred years, Scherezade had been stuck in a situation where not one of those lizards was used, but many, cutting her off from the Force completely. When that event was over, she vowed to train without the Force as well as she did with it. If she could not be deadly while avoiding using the Force, she had no business being deadly with it either. Or at least, that was the take she had developed after that day.

"The next time you wish to bring defense against someone like me," she said to him with the friendliest of smiles, her voice light and almost bubbly, "I suggest you bring more than that. A single lizard will buy you perhaps a second a half worth of time if I'm having a bad day."

Realizing perhaps a fraction of a moment too late that this was probably a very bad thing to say at the beginning of a meeting, she cast her gaze to the other two.

"But this is not what we are here for," she explained, "We've agreed on terms of the meetings and they will be upheld by us. There will be no violence instigated on our end towards you today."

After today, would depend on how the meeting went. But even if it went bad – there were bigger fishes to fry presently in the Galaxy. There was nothing to be gained by antagonizing the Black Sun when the Agents of Chaos could achieve more elsewhere. And that, in part, was why the meeting was called. There was potential here, to be allies, on a temporary basis.

Looking to Ryn and Nyree, Scherezade nodded again. She… Was still learning. Public speaking when it wasn't about inciting a war or a massacre was new to her. And since she had every interest that this meeting would go as well as it possibly could, it was better to let the two Heads of Coin speak. At least, if she hadn't ruined anything with her comment about the Ysalamiri.

 

[Malicar]

The Chiss Underlord Eshro smiled at Nyree’s comment. The lack of formality in meetings like this would have appalled him if he was in Chiss space, but Malicar had been outside of Chiss space for many years and knew this was simply how it worked outside such settings. He dealt with criminals across the galaxy, every day, and each interaction was vastly different than the next.

He responded to Nyree with a mischievous grin, “Thank you.”

"You are such a scoundrel using your roguish charm on the women…"

Malicar met Karisa’s eyes and gave her a sly wink as he turned to Rin next. Listening to her speak, Malicar began to piece together the dynamics of the leadership, formulating a picture based on the various interactions among each other and with them. He waved off Rin’s concern with a dismissive gesture of his hand and a charming smile, “Dear Nyree is fine. No one is turning anyone to dust today.”

Grinning at Scherezade, “Oh, forgive Gad. We haven’t had the cherished opportunity to even share a drink with you yet, so understandably we are a bit guarded meeting total strangers…”

Pause.

A smile, accompanied by a clap of the hands, signaled the end of the tension with a physical gesture.

“On to what we are here for, shall we? Your organization, from what I understand, wishes to overturn the apple cart as it were, playing the role of a thorn in the side to these massive factions spreading their greedy tendrils across the galaxy. You believe you are helping the people that fall into this rule involuntarily…if I am incorrect in this assumption, please let us know so that we can reorient who it is we are dealing with in front of us. Once clarification is given and we have an understanding of who you are, my hope is that you can tell us what you have in mind for our role, as Black Sun…”

It is clear Malicar has unwavering confidence in meetings/negotiations like this. The representatives from AoC are quite sure meetings like this occur daily for the leader of Black Sun…

 

[Nyree Justice]

Nyree has happily chewing away at the salad when [member="Kamyrin Gyvolis"] leaned and and told her to mind her manners. The teen's eyes grew wide as saucers at the comment. She turned her head, just enough to look Kamyrin in the eyes, her face displayed it all; shock, confusion. She had missed that Kamyrin was referring to her well-intended statement about [member="Malicar"].

"But.... it's.... just.... a... salad...." her voice trailed off. She was all confused. Kamyrin was doing her a heckin' confuse.

She shrugged and grabbed one of the bottles of wine off the table. The crimson liquid flowed into a glass near her as [member="Scherezade deWinter"] just nearly took this from zero to sixty real frigging fast with [member="Gad Calgaran"], the dude with a cute looking lizard. Nyree knew what the Ysalamir was, of course. They were a high dollar commodity and she was a queen of high dollar commodities. After all, you couldn't afford these kinds of heel-sandals if you weren't trading on the highest levels. She half set, half dropped the bottle on the table with a shriek of surprise at the lizard. Small drops of the alcoholic liquid splattered on the otherwise pristine table.

"Oh EM GEEEEEE," Nyree squealed leaping out of her chair and scurrying towards the Ysalamir. "What an adorable little bean. Oh my god, I'm dying, I am straight up dying." She offered her hand for the lizard to smell, and if they were ok with it, she offered it a soft caress on the top of its head. Everything was lost. She saw a cute lizard.

The question posed by [member="Malicar"] back to the business at hand. She looked up from the Ysalamir, "Yeah, I mean, like, as a group we are here to help make it lit. You get these big huge governments and they just gobble the credits up from these smaller planets and use it on stupid stuff. And not even Gucci stuff like clutches and matching holophotographic eyeliner, but like really stupid stuff like monuments and tanks. But as individuals?" Nyree paused. There was no reason to lie. "We're really all about getting the illest on this. There are no more white hats anymore. First of all, that fashion is gone. Second of all, there's just no money in doing things for nothing." She made her way back to her seat and sat back down. "I think we could be DTF."

She glanced to Scherezade and Kamyrin for a sign of approval. The girl was used to selling diamonds, drugs, and deals not ideology. Negotiations were her wheelhouse, ideologies were not. This was the ultimate paradox for the teen, an exciting one she was looking forward to seeing where it ran.