Chaos Is Everything (Anaya)

[Moira Skaldi]

[member="Anaya Fen"]
Zeltros, club of Lady Apoleia

Loud music, dancers, guests partying on the dance floor. The din of the club was alive and sin was in the air, enveloping anyone who entered and drawing them into the aura of debauchery that radiated from the latter-day Babylon. Not that Moira was the judgemental sort. She sort of did not have the programming to be moralistic and prudish.

A blue Twi'lek dancer gyrated on a pole, displaying amazing reach and flexibility as she presented her bountiful assets for a crowd of businessmen, who were terribly eager to liberate themselves of credit chits and augment her thong with them. From an intellectual perspective Moira obviously knew that the girl's form was what many organics of both genders would consider aesthetically pleasing and that it would cause the physical response defined as arousal, bringing forth carnal desires. Doubtless in some cases coitus in a backroom would follow. Equally doubtless was the fact that at least one of the businessmen would be so taken with lust he might inadvertently prattle out secrets while in the throes of passion, something that would give the mistress of this den a hold over him.

Twi'lek and Zeltron dancery gyrated acrobatically on poles, others graced the laps of an interesting mix of patrons. Business persons, politicians, gangsters, doubtless there was even a Jedi or two among the crowd, sampling sins their 'righteous' Order would assuredly frown upon. A few Scutarii pirate leaders, recognisable by their tattoos, sat in a booth in a corner, indulging in spice. They briefly caught her eye and quickly looked away with scowls. Good. She had sort of played a role in killing their Nawab, but then they should consider themselves lucky that they still lived.

Music blared incessantly then the song changed to something darker and fast, as Moira headed up to the stairs that would lead to the VIP lounge. Before she found a Zeltron girl wrapping her arms around her and pulling her in closer, lips brushing against her ear as a velvety voice cooed. "Hey, dear, beautiful lady like you looking for a date? Special services by the house." A hand enticingly stroked down her back and was already trying to lead her over to a comfortable looking couch.

Various options flashed across Moira's HUD when it came to dealing with the annoying organic. Broadly speaking and in a simplified manner they were 1. Crush her throat, 2. Push away and disentangle, 3. Play along, 4. Play along and process later. Presumably breaking the neck of one of the employees of this club, considering her prospective client owned it, would not be the smartest move. Moreover, she hardly wanted to advertise her true nature.

"Not presently, business unfortunately. Perhaps later you can show your...special skills?" Moira said sweetly, though the smile did not reach her eyes. It never did, but the dancer did either not notice or care. Either way it was irrelevant.

"Night's young, but don't take too long," the girl drawled and after her touch lingered for a while sauntered away with a delicate sway of her hips, the movements of her butt something that would doubtless have been most eagerly followed by the gaze of Siobhan Kerrigan. However, Moira was not Siobhan. Her deep infiltration were just that, protocols to enable her to better blend in and get close to a target. So instead of wasting time she walked up the stairwell, keen eyes unemotionally scanning her surroundings, taking note of exits, the guards, those among the security who were presenting themselves as guests and so forth.

"Nalia Alderana. Lady Apoleia is expecting me. Password is Slaanesh," she said softly when what appeared to be the elite security on the next floor beckoned her to a halt. Calls had been made, meeting arranged and so on and so forth, 'Lady Apoleia' knew she was coming. Nalia Alderana an aspiring businesswoman, co-owner of Archangel Research and Design, a company that had recently made a name for itself for producing top-notch quality HRDs for wealthy clients, expertly tailored to fit their needs.

One of her many names. The cover was an affectation, those with whom she worked closely - or who were well-informed, which sort of went hand in hand - knew 'Nalia Alderana' was Moira Skaldi, former director of the Protectorate's military intelligence division. Butcher of Contruum, site of the Republic's dirty war that this Galaxy just would not allow to rest, as if the killing fields were not filled enough with skulls yet. Those who knew best would be aware that she was a human replica droid, the same as the products of the company she and 'Anna Comnena' managed.

Ultimate and very secret agenda being the eradication of all organic life. A far off, covert plan that would not come to fruition for a very long time. The more immediate goal being power and chaos. The Galaxy had been peaceful and stable for too long, civilisation needed to be torn down and go up in those beautiful, purifying flames. True the Fringe and the Protectorate had fought - the latter was being entirely too self-congratulatory about repulsing its enemy at Eriadu - the Moross Crusaders had invaded the in Moira's eyes thoroughly unimpressive Horde. The Mandalorians, having already endeared themselves to her by Donanyding Dromund Kaas, had shown up in Coruscant's orbit with a battle fleet. Unfortunately, they had not bombed bit, but war was certain.

However, that did not suffice. Moira had calculated a very high probablity that her prospective business partner shared her desire to make the Galaxy burn. Doubtless not for the same motives, but that was less relevant than a common agenda presently. A potentially very profitable one.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya was sprawled in a large armchair, legs hanging over one arm, back resting on the other. In her hand she nursed a small glass of wine and tried very hard to pay attention to the drawling man in front of her as he gave his reports. "...Miri Farms will be one to watch, my lady. Their products could be a...hindrance to one such as yourself." Anaya's red eyes regarded him with a bored expression before she swung her legs round and sat upright. "And why would that be Mister Dubek? Are they in direct competition with me?"

"No, my lady, I was speaking more of your, umm, abilities. They are farming ysalamari after all." She was getting annoyed, and he could see it in those glittering eyes of hers. "But of course, unless you plan to fight the mandalorians...there is a war coming you know...should I go?" he swallowed, and licked his lips nervously.

"That would be a good idea, I think." she held out her hand and he handed her the datachip that contained the rest of the information he had gathered. Dubek had his uses, his obersvations gave Anaya insight to things he was utterly blind too. Rising from the chair she topped up her wine glass and moved to the transparisteal that ran the length of the room, looking down to the club beneath her. This room was sound proofed but even so she could still feel the deep resonating boom of the bass players below. One upon a time she would have been donw there in that mess of bodies. The sin pit had been her favourite place to be. Now though, business required she keep her face out of the crowd and her head clear.

"My lady," Anaya turned as a security guard addressed her, behind him Anaya spotted the cold expression of the Butcher of Contruum and smiled. "Nalia Alderana to see you." He stepped aside to let 'Nalia' in. Anaya studied the HRD for a moment, her smile betraying her excitement. "Leave us." she barked. The three servers who had been in the corners, promptly vanished through the door in which they had come. She waved a hand at the window and black drapes moved to conceal the club from view. "Nalia," she said smoothly moving back to her chair and settling in it. "Would you deem this room secure enough for us to ignore façade's?"

You didn't make a mess like Contruum and not get on Anaya's radar. She knew well enough who this woman was, just as much as she imagined the human replica droid knew who she was. It was her play, either way, by the time this was over Anaya had no doubt there would be a very interesting contract in her hand.
[member="Moira Skaldi"]

 

[Moira Skaldi]

[member="Anaya Fen"]

"Anaya," Moira replied just as smoothly, calmly, voice perfectly modulated. She was using her most human tone. Of course, Anaya knew what she was, Moira knew the Sith Lady knew what she was, so it was an affectation since there was no need to blend in. In such cases she tended to speak in something other than a dull mechanical monotone when she found herself close to approving of an organic.

Lifeless eyes that could be described as piercing scanned the room as she took a seat on a couch opposite Anaya. "I would deem it so, yes. There is no need for unnecessary masks," she said when she was satisfied with the arrangements, a process that would have taken a blink of an eye by organic standards. Anaya had quite a reputation in the informed circles - those that mattered. Wealthy entrepreneur, a powerful Sith Lady, reliable intelligence traced her at the coup that had taken down Emperor Tyrin Ardik after the Chalacta Treaty. Moira had been quite happy - impassively of course, but nonetheless - to see that ended. After all, Star Peace was unnatural and boring. Yet even with her resources at her disposal she never sought the Imperial throne. Given how thoroughly the throne had been broken - first physically by Shorn, whom Moira would really like to pit against Kerrigan one day just to sit back and watch a planet get torn apart - and then by the Empire collapsing like a house of cards against the 'Grand Coalition' that was logical.

Sitting upon a throne made you a target for the barbs of your enemies. It meant being constrained. Sooner or later even the most glorious, glittering reign must come to an end. In the depths of her memory banks Moira remembered a time when her human self had strongly distrusted and despised force-users, Jedi and Sith alike - Moira had been nothing if not consistent and open about being what the backward organic medical system termed a sociopath and a narcissist. Human Moira had died after Contruum. Probably terminated by lethal injection after her physical and mental characteristics had been processed, her body being incinerated in a crematorium as superfluous.

In her place stood a facsimile. The mental change that came as consequence of her rebirth had not been that radical. Human Moira had found most of her fellow organics annoying after all and by their standards been dysfunctional. Not that the new version cared about what the old one would have thought.

"I thank you for receiving me. It is pleasing to see you still potent after the 'Jedi Crusade," the tone which Moira used for the last two terms showed just how unimpressed she was by it - and likewise how she was not surprised that someone with actual ability had escaped the 'inquisition' that had seriously lacked a good auto da fe. Sure, the whole sinking a third of Ahto City had made her behaviour core glow metaphorically, as much as a human replica droid could feel the feeling described as joy, but soon after the Jedi had begun angsting about whether killing and invading was 'good' in the first place. You could never rely on Jedi to get a good purge going, though Moira figured that things used to be worse. There had been a time when no one had been fightig anyone!

"I am certain we can do business efficiently together and cooperate through our mutual resources. Archangel has a number of products that should be of interest. This Galaxy is ripe for significant upheavals. The Mandalorian's ultimatum to the Republic is turning it away from an unnatural 'peace. A process we can significantly expedite." Only a human replica droid could talk about cooperating on creating devices of terror and spreading misery across the Galaxy in such dispassionate terms. As if they were talking about say opening a restaurant. Doubtless the meals it served would be...interesting. Any severe case of food poisoning could be cured by processing the unfortunate guest, for that was the best and most freest health care open for both the rich and poor.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya snorted. "Ah, the dear sweet Jedi. So deluded in their ability to do anything about the sith." The last place any jedi would look for a sith was within Republic borders all their eyes were focused on the east, where fools like the Sith Council stuck there necks out and practically invited them to come and play whose the better killer. A mess Anaya liked to watch, but ultimately stay out of. She preffered the small fights, the personal ones where she could get the most satisfaction. Nothing said 'I win' better than getting into your opponents head, she had taken Dun Moch, perfected it, and applied to everyday life wherever she could.

She tilted her head slightly, studying Moira over the top of her wine glass. There were benefits to making deals with droids, they were to the point, the didn't mess you around and the likely hood of them trying to screw you over was slim. However, if they did screw you over, they were significantly harder to put down, and you couldn't get under their skin. Not the way she played the game anyway. Still, what was life without a little risk? She couldn't raise Chaos on her own, and sources informed her that this hater of organics had a knack for being everywhere that chaos was. Smack bang in the middle of things.

That appealed to her.

"Nothing grabs my attention more than expediting a war. What do you have for me Moira?"

[member="Moira Skaldi"]

 

[Moira Skaldi]

[member="Anaya Fen"]

Doing business with an amoral human replica droid had its disadvantages. Gauging their motives was more difficult due to their absence in the Force, while they obviously could also not use 'magical' powers and were quite vulnerable to say electrocution, they were also rather difficult to destroy - and were programmed with enough independent thinking capabilities to be devious and scheming. However, on the flip side they were to the point and would not stab someone in the back for the fun of it or out of a petty slight.

Of course, since Moira was thoroughly amoral she would have no problem betraying a business partner...if it was a logical option that promised greater long-term gains. Moreover, there was no posturing and haggling involved during negotiations. A deal was either logical or not. If it was the former then there was no reason to draw out the process just to drive the price up or down a bit. If it was the latter then there was no point in talking in the first place.

"As discussed Archangel is able to provide you with sophisticated HRDs for anything ranging from infiltration, bodyguard duty, assassination. Exact physical and mental replicas of any humanoid you provide us with. The methodology of creation is a company secret, but the organic original is disposed of upon completion - exceptions can be made for a cost if the subject is entirely sedated. These units possess superior strength, endurance and have a sophisticated ability to blend in for infiltration. They can be programmed with hidden subroutines to allow you to track them remotely and will obey any order you give them. Likewise Archangel possesses bolters and their special ammunition, including the blueprints, along with other advanced weaponry," she outlined at first.

HRDs were the general company product, the units' capabilities were based on those of Moira and Maelion. Both had been highly placed in the Protectorate's intelligence apparatus and upon their depature had...taken a sizeable number of toys with them. Having had access to the entire intelligence infrastructure of what had once been one of the three galactic powers had paid off.

"For a client such as you we have a few special products available for purchase," she said, passing a datapad over that would outline matters in more detail. All neatly ordered and precise, as one would expect from a droid. "For one we have access to a weaponised, operational zombie virus of the Denon strain. Self-perpeatuating zombies fought by the Pyre several years ago. Do not require nourishment, exist solely to infect other organisms and possess a certain regenerative capability. Likewise capable of basic tactical reasoning and learning."

The datapad would outline the battle Omega Pyre had fought there. It had been before Moira's time there, but when her partner in crime Maelion had joined soon after and having served as commander of the Pyre for a while had access to the files. The zombie virus had been the 'accidental' result of attempts to create a cure for the Rakghoul virus. The first creature of their kind, Subject Zero, had controlled its brethren through a sort of psychic link that according to experts hinted at being infused with the dark side. Even after getting its head chopped off it had simply regrown, though the blast of several thermal detonators had taken it out. Years later Maelion had verified that not all zombies had been destroyed and after an expedition to the planet, without the Protectorate knowing, their enterprising friend Rave Merrill had recreated the virus for them.

Moira would give Anaya some time to look through the details before continuing. "Likewise Bando Gora narcotics acquired during the Protectorate's crusade. Mind-altering chemical for behavioural modification. To boost the aggression of a victim into a state of rage and savagery. It was through this and a process of mutilation that the Reavers were created. Bando Gora criminal enterprises spread them through corrupted spice in impoverished areas. Bando Gora files indicate they intended airborne dispersal in population centres. We have a limited number of Reavers and 'True Reavers' captive. The savage, cannibalistic slave-soldiers used by the Bando Gora to spread terror. The latter variant comprises the force-sensitive ones. Primal, brutal mauraders."

The datapad would come with some rather gory images that showed these beasts. Since Omegan troops under the command of then Exarch Kerrigan had been rather enthusiastic about purging them they were quite rare these days. However, MICO had had a ghost prison used for research and the 'enhanced interrogation' of Bando Gora cultists. The droids in charge had interpreted the order to 'evacuate' the camp after the fall of Gehenna rather liberally.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya could not keep the smile from her face as she skimmed through the details that Moira had given her. Already she had ideas for the use of each of them, how she could exploit chains already in place to spread the Bando Gora noarcotics and create her own little army of chaos. The spice market was always the easiest route but airborne disposal? Her lekku quivered with excitement. How quickly could a city fall under the effects of the drug? Or even a whole planet? unleash the naroctic, the the revaers and let the fires burn. Tests would need to be done to establish details before she hit anywhere of value.

Then there was the zombie virus. That one would require careful planning for its use, it wasn't quite so easy to distribute so timing had to be impeccable. It would have to be multiple hits all at the once to have any real affect without someone like the Protectorate trying to squash it out again. The HRD's were simply the icing on the cake, a means to achieve the goals she set from here. "Oh Moira, this is wonderful." she breathed finally looking up. "Distribution would require careful plotting and a few test runs to establish time lapses but other wise..." she trailed off and small laugh escaping her as she clasped her hands together and [SIZE=small]sat forward, eyes glittering with excitement as a hundred details ran through her mind. Which dealers to use, which smugglers would do the runs, potential test planets, possible threats and how to eliminate them. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=small]"How involved is Archangel looking to be in this? More importantly, my dear, how much do you want to be involved?"[/SIZE][SIZE=small] She didn't need Moira's help, but it always made for a better show if you had someone like minded to enjoy it with. If this was just a business deal where Moira took Anaya's credits and delivered the goods and Anaya played with them then that was fine by Anaya also.[/SIZE]
[member="Moira Skaldi"]

 

[Moira Skaldi]

[member="Anaya Fen"]

Moira appreciated this organic's desire for chaos and destruction. It was refreshing to converse with an organic who did not hide her lust for such things behind redundant justifications and rationalisations. "I would like to see a good chunk of this Galaxy go up in flames ideally. I would be interested in a deeper involvement in the operation, provided no trail leads back to Archangel and our business interests are not threatened. We do have to maintain the guise of a legitimate corporation," Moira replied. Archangel delivered, their customers paid, they did not care how the weapons were used. Bando Gora drugs had no effect on droids, they could not be turned into undead, notwithstanding the best efforts of several zombies on Denon who had done their utmost to make them join the Unity.

At the same time she had a significant interest in seeing the products cause destruction and, well, it was what she had been designed for. She wanted galactic population centres and metropolises like Coruscant to go up in flames, explode in an Illyric orgy of hatred and destruction. "Equally we can share in research data and intelligence. The Bando Gora Cult has been thoroughly decimated, perhaps for a millennia, but the criminal networks they used for distribution are still functional and of utility...merely in need of...direction. Likewise when it comes to the acquisition of creatures and organic merchandise for this venture."

Say if one needed to capture zombies or gain samples from Denon. Equally there existed in the unknown regions big spider creatures that were natural predators and had some cloaking ability in the Force, with a powerful exoskeleton. Moira had fought these Klaxxi on Csilla when under Atrisian contract and had included a section about them on the datapad. As for research, neither Moira nor Maelion were scientists, certainly not alchemists, but she had personally interrogated one of the Bando Gora's head scientists captured on Bespin. Her methods had...not been nice, proof that Kerrigan could be practical, which did not change Moira's belief that she was overrated. Likewise some Protectorate files might have gone with them upon their departure.

"I would suggest some test runs on a minor world beneath the galactic radar of the major powers for transmission and to refine the methodology. Archangel can always use...new organic materiel." It went unsaid what she meant by that, though doubtless Anaya would have an idea. If the zombie virus were tested out, or the Bando Gora drugs, if madness were to spread on a world nobody cared out, Archangel could offer 'free healthcare'. The 'upgrade' was the solution to everyone's medical problems and it did not discriminate between race, creed or sexuality - truly equal opportunities. She would name her prices for the goods after hearing Anaya's response.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya smirked slightly. 'New organic material' translated quite nicely to 'organics for processing' in her head. This was a mutually beneficial deal. Both Moira and she could enjoy the heat of the flames with front row seats as the galaxy descended into chaos. More chaos meant it was easier for her to smuggle other products through the galaxy. More profits for Apoleia Inc. Archangel got more products out of it too.

"Discretion is important for both companies, so rest assured the trail will not come back to you." If anyone got on the trail of chaos they would have a hard time tracking it back to anyone, provided Anaya was clever about it. She set the datapads on the small table to her left, her fingers drummed lightly on the arm of the chair as she tried to decide which world people wouldn't notice going up in flames.

A smile flashed across her face. She could always encourage some of the more reckless and less subtle of her fellow sith to draw eyes elsewhere. "Tests on a minor world can be arranged, I'm sure that I can persuade an acquaintance or two to provide a distraction while tests are run."

She took a sip of wine and mulled over the idea for a moment more before setting the matter aside in her head to be looked at later when she had more information to hand. "Aside from seeing the galaxy in flames, and an exchange in information. How much damage is this going to do to my purse?"

[member="Moira Skaldi"]

 

[Moira Skaldi]

[member="Anaya Fen"]

"Then we have an understanding. The price for the zombie virus is ten million per vial," Moira responded softly. They had a stock, but the virus was very exclusive. Only Archangel, Rave Merrill, who had recreated it for them after the expedition to a dilapidated, abandoned sector of Denon, and Lady Kyros, who had purchased two vials, possessed it. Hence the price.

"The Bando Gora drugs are one hundred thousand per vial. Bolters we can supply in substantial numbers, along with ammunition and more importantly the blueprints for each weapon and ammunition as well. The bolter plans we would sell for one million credits, each type of special bolter ammunition for fifty thousand credits each. The bolters we possess we would sell for ten thousand credits each, the ammunition for fifty credits each. Ten million for each True Reaver, three million for a common Reaver we have in captivity."

The Bando Gora narcotics were less difficult to acquire and their stock was quite substantial, hence the significantly lower price. Living Reavers, specifically True Reavers, which were the ones that used the Force, were very rare these days, however. Kerrigan had been very thorough in the exterminatus she had carried out. One wondered whether somewhere in this Galaxy there were sentient rights activists insisting that Reavers were 'people' and needed to be cured! On the other hand, maybe the fact that they liked to mutilate and eat people sort of prevented that.

"For HRDs our costs are ten million per unit up to ten. If you order more than ten the unit price is reduced to seven point five million. Furthermore the price is reduced by half for each ‘clone’ or repeat unit of the same base subject. You will find that our methods are exact. As said, we can recreate exact physical and mental replicas of any organic you supply us with. Human replicas are our most common, but we can copy any 'humanoid' alien. We can store and reuse any provided template for your use. If wished they can be kept unaware of their true nature via an inhibitor, unless circumstances breaks the illusion. Via a hidden microtransceiver their true machine state can be activated for assignments, with memories subsequently being wiped.

Even Zeltron clones whose bodies could simulate their species' characteristic pheromones were feasible, as they could synthesise artificial chemicals and install projectors. The factory plant was churning out droid units day and night. Any soldiers, infiltrators, business people and other individuals Anya wanted 'upgraded' Archangel could easily do that, the process had been refined by now and generally did not take long due to them having the templates for it. Generally the original was terminated after their physical and mental characteristics had been mapped by the device, though that was not necessary.

As for the inhibitor, Moira herself had been outfitted with a rather powerful one that had kept her in the dark about her ascension until her dropship had crashed during the battle of Gehenna and left the chip badly damaged and the metal beneath her skin visible. Given that she had found herself attacked by Uber Reavers and arachnids, the sudden activation of her assassination protocols and super combat skills had been rather fortunate!

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

High prices were expected for such rare artefacts that carried with them a great risk, but that did not stop the punch to the gut that came with it. Still, she kept such pain from her face, it simply wouldn't do to openly baulk at how much of a hole this was going to leave in her account. It would be worth every credit she spent, besides, her clubs would make the money back soon enough on its own, never mind the smuggling lines she had.

"Alright," she said setting her wine glass down after taking a large gulp to take the edge off the pain. She so hated separating from her credits. "Five vials should be more than enough of the virus, one for testing and the rest for true targets. Ten of the Bando Gora narcotics, aerosol disposal will need a substantial amount, not to mention the fun I can have with my current spice dens with it." she clicked her tongue in thought "It only takes one person to start a mob or a riot, and they don't need to show a significant amount of power either, so, perhaps just one of your reavers. I will need to find somewhere secure for it before it is delivered though."

As the order rolled off her tongue, her mind was forming a plan but it all rested on their choice of planet. "For the HRD's there is a kiffar I would like to replicate. She's not directly employed by me, but one of my employees uses her, against my wishes, for his dirty work. She's good, which is the only reason she's still alive, but she's also compassionate and that's dangerous in this business, she needs to be controlled. I do, however, need to get my hands on her first, which shouldn't be too difficult. Half price for clones? I'll take five of her." She sat back and did a rough calculation in her head.

"That's what...a hundred mil almost?" She almost reached for the glass again. "Are you prepared to discuss a discount, as I'm spending so much?"

[member="Moira Skaldi"]

 

[Moira Skaldi]

[member="Anaya Fen"]

Moira did notice the large gulp Anaya had taken from her wine glass, to her a sign the organic was trying to take the edge of having to part with such a large amount of credits, though to the organic's credit there was no sign of pain on her face. To Moira money meant little; the fact that so much depended on it in the organic world and she had to play by their rules was annoying to her, as she had no value or use for it beyond investment in Archangel. No vices, no hobbies, no interests beyond that. Indeed the concept of 'fun' and 'free time' was alien to the human replica droid.


She only needed one hour to power down to presumably recharge, download updates and such. Other than that she always working. "Full price would be 84 million. We are willing to offer an eleven per cent discount and sell at 75 million," Moira responded softly. She expected Anya to be a longer-term customer, ergo the slight drop in immediate profit was no loss. "We would like payment to be half now. The remaining half when we deliver the merchandise to you."


"The Bando Gora narcotics and the virus can be provided quickly. Likewise the Reaver specimen. From when we receive the Kiffar from you we can manufacture one copy of her daily. We shall contact you once we have the merchandise to arrange a transfer."

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

"Seventy five is a reasonable amount." Anaya was not on to try to haggle the price too low, if a discount was on offer she would take it graciously rather than attempt to force it down. She knew well enough, the value of what she was buying. Products aside, the fallout could be exactly what she was after. Not only was she procuring some of the most dangerous substances the galaxy had ever seen, she'd gained an ally in bring chaos to the galaxy. That ally might try to process her later on, but she would deal with that as and when it came or if it came. She'd like to think that Moira could be satisfied with the way this particular organic was.

"I will see that half the funds are transferred to Archangel before the night is up. I will have to travel to the Tingel Arm to get my hands on the kiffar and also sort out a holding facility for the reaver. Shall we reconvene in a few weeks? I should have an outline of my plans for all these wonderful toys by then for you to look over then. If you want a hand in this, I'll expect you'll want to see what I have in mind."

As she spoke, she picked up her own datapad and began sending out orders. One to Nicholas, her accountant to transfer the funds, one to Alastair, the captain of her ship to get the ship ready for a trip to Succelus. The to do list was endless, collect the kiffar, preferably without incident, though she doubted that would be the case. Not that she minded of course, f everything was easy, she would have dies of boredom a long time ago; select planets for the initial stages of testing; find a cure. Unlike Moira, Anaya was an organic and thus susceptible to the virus. She would like to ensure that she remained herself, else wise she might as well give herself up to Moira for processing now.

"Its been a pleasure, Moira. Not often someone brings such interesting propositions to my lap. Feel free to enjoy the rest of your evening here. I'm sure one or two of my girls were eyeing you up." It was a good token gesture. Take the girl who harassed you on the way up and do whatever you like with her. Anaya liked to protect her employees, but often they were just pawns in a great game of chess.

[member="Moira Skaldi"]

 

[Moira Skaldi]

[member="Anaya Fen"]

If Moira had still been human - if the striking blonde woman who sat so calmly before Anaya had not been a replicant - then she would have taken up Anaya's offer in the way one would conventionally expect. Contrary to popular belief her human incarnation had not been 'frigid' and incapable of enjoying herself. She merely had not flaunted it and indulged herself to excessive degrees like Kerrigan. Then again, in spite of all her natural caution, the lethal beauty that was the Lethan Twi'lek before her might have aroused unprofessional interest in her as well.

The human replica droid who had taken the place of the real, late and very dead Moira Skaldi, on the other hand, could only appreciate the beautiful deviousness and cruelty of the Sith Lady's mind, how she revelled in destruction and chaos and unlike so many made no attempt to hide this love behind empty platitudes. Of course, Moira did want to process her at some point - all of Anaya's 'virtues', as the droid saw it, made this even more necessary, even more of a gift, for ascension would make her immortal and preserve her against the ravages of time. They were sharks, both swimming in the same direction out of common interests, at some point one would seek to devour the other.

But was logical. To Moira betrayal was a neutral world. "Excellent. You will be notified once the merchandise is ready. I look forward to seeing what you have outlined and am eager to work on this project with you," Moira responded softly. Her lips curved into a thin smile. A very human gesture, though it did not reach her eyes, but was genuine nonetheless.

"Yes, I think she wanted to explore the concept of the 'mechanical tongue'. Some organics find it titillating. It does not seem very logical to me, " the droid said very, very dryly. She could be snarky when the mood hit her because, yes, contrary to all their declarations otherwise HRDs did in fact have something like moods. So she arose gracefully from her seat. "Likewise a pleasure. Until we meet again," and with that she departed from the backroom, the security guards letting her pass. Presumably the black drapes were removed so that the club would be displayed once again, letting the Queen of Chaos behold the guests of her sin pit, her pawns.

As Moira's high heels clicked down the stairs it did not take long for her eyes to home in on the Zeltron dancer, who seemed drawn to her like a moth to a flame, a smile on her face as her hand touched the droid's shoulder. "There you are. Just finished up. Thought you'd never leave the big boss. Big business?" she asked innocently, voice husky, nuzzling her neck. Zeltron pheromones were working at full power, not that Moira would feel anything. Just another organic, crude, short-lived, insignificant. Like an insect she was studying under the microscope.

"The biggest. The Lady said I could have free reign over the best," Moira spoke, voice modulated for the occasion, as if she was truly enticed. Then, because she was such a troll, she bent down slightly - as she was a bit taller than the Zeltron - and kissed her deeply. Yes, there was tongue involved and the mechanical tongue was really as good as they said. Oh, and Moira only needed one hour to power down, no rest beyond that. Of course, she was utterly incapable of experiencing pleasure, but had the software to give it. She released the girl and pulled her along.

"I have reach and flexibility. I'll show you the time of your life. You won't forget this night, hun," the girl drawled as she was led away.

"Neither will you," Moira promised. Oh, yes. Indeed. The night of her life...her last night as a organic being. After all, do whatever you like was an invitation for processing.