Makai Dashiell
Mining Idiot
FONDOR
POLITICAL FUNDRAISER FOR THE FREE HYPERLANE POLITICAL ACTION COMMITTEE
POLITICAL FUNDRAISER FOR THE FREE HYPERLANE POLITICAL ACTION COMMITTEE
Wearing : X | Gear : X | X | X | X | X | L3-37 | Interacting With : OPEN (Ideally Political Characters, Nobility, Diplomats, Corpos, Reporters, etc )
The entry fee was high, half a million credits. Makai would have thought the result would have been a much thinner crowd. Yet it was packed full of beings from various corners of the 'verse. Noble families, regional politicians, governors, various corporate types - hell, he had even spotted a few holodrama stars in mix. Most were treating it like a massive networking-slash-reunion event.
There had been speeches. Impassioned promises. Intended actions should the sentient running for office gain power.
Makai had a keen eye on the candidates. The hyperlanes were the lifeblood of any corporation. There had been talks of privatizing hyperlanes for governmental use, restricting traffic to "friendly" corporations and entities. Questions abounded on who would be considered friendly or not. Many whispers ran through small circles this evening that they were fully prepared to bribe their way into the friendly section.
"Big Mak!"
The half-Galan heard one of his old university nicknames being shouted out. A group was off to the side drinking, the glittering city of Fondor. Iced blue eyes searched, then connected with a husky Pantoran male who was waving him over to the small group. With a chuckle, he headed over.
"Wiston, an unexpected pleasure." The pair shook hands before Wiston began introducing him to the group that he had assembled.
"Ladies and gentleman, Makai Dashiell. Makai, this is Lyra...off to the side, Orsin, Orsin's wife Winter, and last but not least...I'm sorry newcomer, what was your name again?"