Private Cover Me Up

[Makai Dashiell]

Wearing | Gear : X | X | X | X | X | L3-37 | Interacting With : Danger Arceneau

"I understand." There was a long pause as he watched the weavers go about their day on the looms. A rhythmic click-clack as they worked, manually pulling down treadle to weave the silks. "I won't ask again."

It had already been a debate for himself and Ellie to ask such a thing and pushing further would get them nowhere. At least Makai would have some frame of reference moving forward. Especially at family gatherings. He would never admit it to anyone but bringing around both Danger and his father at once caused a great deal of stress on his end. The entirety of Life Day he was white-knuckling it, hoping something didn't flare up. At least it seemed on Danger's end she was just resolved to keep things surface level.

"I would say a contract is in order with this textile factory. I like the process is continued the artisanal way with sentients. I can see that quality reflected in the silks we've looked at. Since I've already got a presence here with the kalkite mine this makes perfect sense. Let's go find the owner and see if we can't work out a deal or two."

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With the deal done - Makai never thought he would find himself in the textile industry - the pair walked outside around a small fountain. One of those closed off, walkable streets between buildings that encouraged those to stop at small shops and restaurants along the way. Ghorman had come a long way but it was clearly still a city of artisans.

"Did Ellie tell you about our joint project in the Slice yet?"

Danger he could tell. His father was the one he was concerned about.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Interacting with: Makai Dashiell
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Danger accepted his words with a small nod, one that said she understood far more than what Makai was conveying.

"I understand," she said, and this time there was no edge to it at all.

As they lingered near the looms, her attention drifted to the rhythm of the weavers. The click and pull, the patient repetition. It struck her, not for the first time, how much of life was like that. You pull. You press. You repeat. Eventually, something holds. Or it doesn't. Either way, time keeps working the thread until the sharpest parts soften.

She understood why Makai had asked. Anyone would have, caught between history and hope, trying to make space where two stubborn silences refused to meet. Once, she might have bristled at it. Once, it would have stung.

That edge was gone now.

"It ain't an issue to inquire on it all," she said quietly as they turned away from the looms. "Not now. Not ever. You're free to ask me anythin', anytime."

She gave a thoughtful rather than heavy pause.

"I'm long past feelin' testy about it. That's what time does, I suppose. Dulls the sharpest cuts. Leaves the shape, but takes the bite out of it."

The contract negotiations passed smoothly after that, all clean lines and mutual benefit. When it was done and they stepped back outside, the fountain murmured between them, the street alive with artisans and small, earnest commerce. Ghorman, still healing, still making something of itself.

When Makai spoke again, she listened, then tilted her head slight, the soft waves of deep auburn hair brushing her shoulders.

"Myra mentioned the Slice, said ya'll be looking at buildin' some roots there. Shame that the crazy bits of the galaxy are makin' the core all the more turbulent now a days." She added, only to look at him and say, "Ya'll can come to the farm anytime and stay long term. Although I reckon I do understand the need to keep a place of your own."

In her mind, however, there was plenty of space back at the farm if they wanted to build a home there. It was thousands of acres.

Surely enough space to not feel as if 'mother-in-law' was too close.

 

[Makai Dashiell]

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Long ago, before Phoebe was born, Makai had toyed with the idea of building a place near Arkhun Farm on Orron III. In fact he had been considering it when he and Ellie lived in Danger's home after Alric's death, wanting to be close to assist with whatever may be needed. In the end the Centrality project came along and they had wanted to pursue a home on the ocean. Wasn't a deal breaker however, there was a lake that would suit him just fine.

"Let's entertain this idea...."

The half-Galan walked slowly around the fountain, with a focus on getting caf from a stall nearly half way around. There was no rush to his steps as he was thinking the best way to approach the situation. This was, in his eyes, something that took careful planning due to the fact he and Ellie would be living on property owned by Danger.

"Ellie and I build a home on planet. Maybe towards the back of the property or a small complex by the lake. A good distance away for some breathing room."

A small pause, a hand running through his hair.

"What happens when Dad wants to come over? Or gets a girlfriend? Or my Mom?...Hell, maybe Mom gets a boyfriend...or Dad." Makai bumped his shoulder against the Trade Queen's in jest before continuing. "Or Phoebe wants to throw a massive tenth birthday party because she's turning double-digits. Or Persephone wants to get married on the property and bring four hundred of her closest friends? Or Ellie and I throw a massive party for our charity, tents and all?"

Iced azure gaze turned in her direction.

"Or I knock on your door at six in the morning because little Dangeruse Junior has cried all night and I'm starting to hallucinate. Or I tell the kids no cookies for breakfast and next thing you know you have a pack of curly haired terrors ransacking your kitchen."

Slowly stopping, Makai turned to the Trade Queen.

"I also want to consolidate the business to make a headquarters for Aina Holdings so I can be there more for the family. Ellie wanted to do the same in some capacity. Maybe on a moon or nearby planet. I'm saying this because I know how much you value your privacy. There may be more increased traffic caused by the original plans I had. Maybe you've thought of this already, I just think its important to put out there..."

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Interacting with: Makai Dashiell
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Danger slowed with Makai, the fountain's quiet rush filling the space he had left open. She watched him circle it, watched the way the Half-Galen's thoughts moved faster than his feet, and there was something quietly familiar in it. In the way he was trying to plan and protect everything at once.

Funny wasn't it, how the little blue specked boy had grown into a man. Affection sparked her eyes, and when Makai finally stopped, the Queen of Trade didn't answer right away.

Emerald fire eyes rose, but not to the stalls or the weavers, but somewhere past them. Orron III rose in her mind as it always did, the way the sun sank at dusk, the lake catching the sky and the land broad and wide enough to breathe if you let it. Alric and she had bought and built it to make a home. A real one. Now it was quiet.

"Makai," she said at last, low and even, "you're not wrong to ask. And you're not wrong to worry."

A faint, wry curve touched her mouth as he listed the hypotheticals, the chaos, the birthdays and weddings and partners cycling in and out of orbit. At the mention of six in the morning and hallucinations, she huffed a soft, almost-laugh.

"Let me tell you somethin'." She turned, then gave him her full attention. "Alric and I didn't build that land to be a mausoleum. We built it to be lived around, there's a difference."

She gestured, subtly, as if sketching lines only she could see.

"A house by the lake. Far enough to keep your own sky. Close enough that a walk still means somethin'. That part sits just fine with me."

As for the rest, her shoulders lifted in a slow, easy shrug. "Partners, exes, girlfriends, boyfriends, surprise additions to the family tree -- those are solvable with boundaries and calendars. I've managed worse traffic with less leverage."

Her eyes sharpened a fraction, not cold, just honest as her honeyed drawl continued.

"The only thing I won't have is chaos by default. Parties get planned. Weddings get mapped. Charity events get contracts and noise limits. Children get cookies… after breakfast." A pause. "And if they ransack my kitchen, they'll learn real quick where the good drawers stop openin'."

The edge softened again.

"As for consolidatin' Aina Holdings," she continued, "that part makes sense. Headquarters nearby means presence. Means family stops bein' a scheduled event."

She met his gaze squarely now. "You're thinkin' three moves ahead, and I respect that."

But she knew this was up to Makai and Myra.

"So here's where I land." That drawl floated over him along with her faint smile. "You're welcome at the farm if you like on top of wherever you lookin' at the slice. Build your home. Build your future. Bring the noise when it matters and keep the rest at bay. We write the rules once, clean and clear, and nobody's guessin' where the lines are."

Then, with a faint glint of warmth. "And if you knock on my door at six in the mornin' with a screamin' child and ghosts behind your eyes… I'll take the baby."

A pause then she flashed him a wink.

"But I'll still say no to cookies for breakfast."

 

[Makai Dashiell]

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“No comment on Dangeruese as a middle name, I must be making progress. Seraphina Dangeruese Arceneau Dashiell has a flair…one that says she is ungovernable.”

Makai chuckled, only half teasing. He had known her objections in the past and it was how they landed on Colette for a middle name for Phoebe, honoring the family without stepping on toes.

Danger was right, family time was planned. Something that bothered him and frankly a barrier when planning for the next small terror in their lives. If they struggled to make this much time with Phoebe, what would it be like when a second blessing came into their world. Which is why he had started planning the Slice project - to alleviate issues on the home front but also make a name for himself and Ellie. A foundation for both of them to work at and create as their own but also to expand upon in the future.

“Chaos is not our style, much more of a planner when it comes to gathering and noise. Most of the time it's going to be us…throwing a party at home is such difficult work. It's preferable to host it in a place where someone else does the cleanup and handles the decorating hassle. It's also difficult to leave said party when its at your own Estate."

As they walked once more, drifting to the caf stand, Makai noticed this was a much more personal endeavor for Danger. Knowing her for so long it was clear this was something she had been musing over for a period of time. Without her saying it, Makai knew. Knew it was too quiet. Knew it was too lifeless. With the dust settled around his father-in-law’s death he could see where now Danger was noticing where the quiet lay in her life.

“Naturally I’m on board. I’ll have to scout some locations in the Corporate Sector for business. The system Ellie and I discovered in the Slice is rich in minerals and resources, so nothing will go to waste there.”

Approaching the stand, Makai ordered a caf for each of them before continuing.

“Just need to see if Ellie likes this idea. She might be concerned for a bit of breathing room and that has been addressed, I don't foresee any real issues.. We’ve always had a good time at the Farm, don’t see why she wouldn’t want the same for Phoebe.”

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Interacting with: Makai Dashiell
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Danger's mouth curved into a soft knowing smile at Makai's words. After a second, the redhead uttered a soft, half amused huff through her nose.

"As long as it ain't Rose," she said dryly with that honeyed rasp of hers. It was to not one surprise that Danger disliked her middle name with a passion.

Then she lifted one shoulder in an easy shrug and half a smile.

"Dangeruese is already Rue's name. If you feel inclined to have another, I've no issue. Seraphina's got teeth to it. Sounds like a girl who won't wait for permission."

Emerald fire eyes flicked ahead as they continued their slow amble, the Queen of Trade thoughtful now. Makai's words about planning, about time and absence, settled in her chest with a familiar weight she'd come to learn well. Ironic as it was, work always came first. It had for all of them, once.

"Alric used to say the same thing," Danger murmured, almost to herself. "That there'd be time later. And there was… until there wasn't." She let that marinate for a bit, but not in a bitter way, just an honest one. "But you're already doin' better than we did. You're askin' the questions before they turn into regrets."

She glanced back at Makai with a softly amused but understanding expression.

"Talk it over then. Ya'll got plenty of time. No rush worth stealin' the joy out of it."

At the caf stand, she accepted the cup with a grateful drawl.

"Orron'll still be there when you're ready," she added. "Lake doesn't mind waitin'. Neither do I."

A pause, then the most subtle of wryest grins.

"And I'm sure that cave of yours you and Myra seemed always keen on visitin' don't mind waitin' either. "

 

[Makai Dashiell]

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Having put cream and sugar in his caf, Makai was tasting the result when Danger mention the cave. Immediately he choked as they walked away from the caf stall, coughing. Face turned beet red, both from the caf going down the wrong way and the implication about the cave. Coughing a little more, he took a deep breath, trying to get oxygen back into his lungs.

"Its uh...bioluminescent." Still flushed red, Makai didn't dare look at Danger. "What...what uh did she tell you?"

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Interacting with: Makai Dashiell

Danger gave Makai a slow, and highly amused arch of an auburn brown, as if to say: really? You want to play it that way?

As if the Queen of Trade didn't have eyes and ears in as many places as she possibly could have across the galaxy and much less in her own home.

"It ain't about what Myra had to tell me, but more of the holocameras and those who work around the place lettin' me know what is goin' on." she chuckled taking a sip.

"Oh we may have been a bit blind regardin' your interactions within the house, but your late night sneak outs were picked up mighty quick." she told him, with a throaty chuckle.

"So I figured that might be enough of an incentive to enjoy again," she teased Makai, enjoying the fact the Half-Galan was blushing.

"Granted, speakin' of wanderin' children, how is Phoebe doing?"

 

[Makai Dashiell]

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Makai blinked at the revelation, as if things were being put into place. His face still flamed but this time not out of embarrassment but sheer stupidity. Shaking his head, laughter was quickly replacing his feeling of a teenage boy being caught all over again. Taking a sip of caf, the half-Galan finally was able to look at his mother-in-law.

"You know...we were careful to avoid the security droids. Looked at their patterns and stayed clear of their paths. Never once crossed our minds to worry about the holocameras or sensors. My excuse is I was a really dumb teenage boy but Ellie? Wait until I tell her. She was always supposed to be the smart one."

Taking another sip of his caf, feet were wandering aimlessly around Ghorman now. Taking in the sights before they had to return to business and daily life.

"Phoebe is doing well...going through some of her typical toddler stages. I got a bracelet taken away for being gone." Wrist lifted up and there were two beaded colorful bracelets there peeking out underneath his shirt cuff. "Ellie got my third one. Phoebe's been a little clingy but I think she's just growing so fast in addition to her becoming aware of Ellie and I traveling for business. Doing great with her languages. Way smarter than I was at that age, thankfully she got Ellie's intelligence. Demanding but she's been demanding since we knew Ellie was pregnant I swear."

A small shake of his head at the thought of the next one being worse than Phoebe, given the first child was supposedly the easy gateway to more.

"How's Rue? How's she doing without us around as much?"

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Interacting with: Makai Dashiell
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Danger gave a throaty chuckle, amused at Makai's expression as much as the enjoyment of being able to tease him.

"Oh, I don't deny either you or Myra are smart. Both of you have some brains for smarts. Just gotta realize I was your age once and I did my own fair share of sneakin' out,"

Granted that had been out in the Wastes of Jundland and around Mos Eisley. A lot more dangerous when having to deal with how things were back then fresh out of the Gulag plague.

Another chuckle as she ambled alongside him regarding his detailing of Phoebe's antics.

"Well, expect her gettin' more that a bit independent and stubborn as she grows. With both of you and Myra's blood in her, I reckon she'll be more than an amusing bit of trouble." she teased.

When mention of Rue came around, Danger thought back to her teen daughter. She'd just turned thirteen, and while they'd done their best to socialize her, it was still some work getting Rue to be a bit more social.

To a degree, it reminded a bit of how Myra had been back when they first adopted her, but Rue was still happy and interacted with family.

It was just a question of where she would grow into next.

"Doing well. Considerin' if it would do her better fixin' to place her in a proper school or continue the private schoolin' at home." she admitted.

"But you know her, she's far more keen on enjoying her own company and lookin' over numbers than meetin' someone new."

 

[Makai Dashiell]

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"Amusing bit of trouble indeed."

Makai was worried for his future self. When he was dealing with a thirteen year old Phoebe with enough knowledge of languages, smarts, and a decent supply of credits to fund her ideas. He didn't expect her to be defiant or a troublemaker, but more teenager antics pushed to a higher scale. He had done a few stupid things, what would a teenager with the entire Dashiell Incorporated and Arceneau Trade network be able to achieve?

"Same thoughts on my end. To be fair I am leaning on sending Phoebe to school in addition to the private tutoring. Only because she is noticing Ellie and I with our business movements, I think she could use a true piece of stability. Something to focus on beyond the home front."

Taking a sip of caf, he could see Rue easily enjoying her time being insulated. Danger had done well ensuring memories were implanted in the girl - Makai was certain Rue wasn't aware she was a clone. So much so it seemed the girl had a similar pattern of behavior to her older sister, one that kept her close to the familiar.

"On our agenda for the Slice, I was going to fund a day school and open it. One for the general workers of Aina and another a bit more elite for our executives, managers, lawyers...you know the drill. If we make the move to Orron, I would want to do the same...the village near the lake region, maybe it could host a private day school? Or a very nearby planet. Something small, quiet. Maybe it attracts others in the CorpSec region looking to shield their children....that would require boarding I suppose..."

Makai was musing out loud, plans not solidified just yet.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

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Danger's brows rose.

"A Day school?" Curiosity sparked. It wasn't as if the Queen of Trade hadn't done her own sort of investing in education -- her and Alric had funded universities and the like before. They had plenty of credits, and that is where avenues such as the Eve Foundation and Arkun Medical were built.

"Hmm.. that ain' a bad idea. Especially if you are letting the younglings from those who work for you join in." Honestly, that would make for a better integration between Phoebe and others.

"Well, I'd invite a build at Orron as well. Will do the rest of the staff and their own youngins good."

It made Danger think back to how she'd wished she'd been able to provide a better integrated childhood for Myra.

But then again.. the girl didn't have the best start to begin with. Between what happened to her biological parents and the trauma and illness after, things had been so hectic that a normal education wasn't going to work for Myra.

"In any event, how is Persie doing. Will she be coming along or is she going to decide to go off early to University?"

 

[Makai Dashiell]

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"I'll be sure to get on it then, if we decide on Orron. Aina can do the funding but we can leave the education to the professionals. Invite workers from our companies to send their children, maybe a small pool of any other corporate types if they want. Only benefits all of us in the end."

Educational credits for workers families would only attract the best. A small perk that allowed not only himself but Danger and the rest of the family to retain top talent. Makai wasn't an idiot, his best workers could easily be nabbed by others during these times of upheaval. It was in his best interest to do everything possible, especially when he was centralizing operations.

"Persie is doing alright. She completed the courses at finishing school that we asked of her, without much complaint either. She will be headed off to University early. Had her sights on University of Agamar until the Mandalorians did their little stunt in Diarchy territory. Ellie and I didn't feel comfortable with sending her that way so....Kalinda University in the High Republic. We've given credits to their program. Not the best archaeology department but Ellie and I sweetened the deal with a renovated apartment close to campus."

Makai didn't feel the need to have Persephone live in a dormitory or sorority. She already had enough integration with a larger world as a youngster. The half-Galan thought it was only fair now to let her enjoy herself a little. With Zee and bodyguards carefully watching.

"Of course she will still have a room at our place. We aren't just abandoning her but the foundation is good now for Persie to do something she wants."

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Interacting with: Makai Dashiell
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Danger smiled thinking of Persie and her in finishing school. The Queen of Trade gave a soft pleased amused hum, then added, "Well, Persie reminds me lots of myself when I was younger. Quite the spitfire."

Which was a compliment on the teenager.

Well, young lady, now, if there was anything to say on it.

At the mention of Kalinda University and the High Republic, Danger gave another hum. Something to bring up later, but for now, considering the apartment set up for Persie.

"Reckon you made sure to make that walk in closet larger than her bedroom, right?" her honeyed voice shifted to a soft chuckle, taking another sip of her drink.

"Well, make sure you keep checkin' up on her. That girl's good at keepin' up a mask, but shes tender heart still under all that big talk."

A pause then she turned to the Half-Galan.

"The High Republic... that so? What's your take on them?" Honestly Danger had been to busy out round Imperial Confederacy, Mandalorian and the Wild Regions to really pay attention towards the machinations of the Republic.

"Are they like the Alliance clutchin' their pearls to their chest or tight fisted like the Empire?"

 

[Makai Dashiell]

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"Its more penthouse than apartment, much how you and Alric had a literal house for Ellie and the entire time she kept telling me it was an apartment."

Makai chuckled at the memory coming to pick up Ellie to head to Naboo. He had expected a condo block near the beach but rolled up on a literal home on Chandrila. Now that he had a daughter he wondered if it was merely just a way to pamper their little girl. A difference between raising the two genders. Or it was just an Alric and Danger thing given Ellie was the only child at the time.

"Definitely. Persephone is not out from under our gaze yet. She's young. Still needs us. She'll have her own room where ever we end up moving to. A spitfire yes but you're right, she is a tender spirit. Reminds me of a certain Trade Queen."

Eyebrow raised as he sipped his caf, as if to challenge his words. Before he could tease his mother-in-law more, talk turned to the High Republic. Shoulders shrugged a bit. indifferent to the entire thing. Makai had gotten a bit of that from his father - he just wanted to do business without interruptions. Everything else beyond business and family was a distant second.

"Questionable corporatist for Chancellor, a man-child King, one I'm not even sure has real authority. Noble houses all with conflicting agendas. Bordering territory with the Sith. Mix in some Jedi doing....whatever they do. Seems like a recipe for long term disaster in the form of internal conflicts."

A small pause.

"Balun lives out there now, he seems to enjoy it. I can't say I have spent any real time within their borders. Haven't had a big reason to."

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Interacting with: Makai Dashiell
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Danger gave him a slow look over the rim of her caf then a heavy amused snort at how he dared her to deny it.

"Penthouse, house… semantics," she said mildly. "Alric liked his comforts. So do I. Ellie benefited from that."

But it was the follow up about being tender hearted that prompted her own arch of a brow. He wasn't so far off, she was the biggest mother hen for those who knew her well, and a bleeding heart if one knew how to work her.

Which is why she kept up that mask of cordial pleasantry so often.

"Careful now," she drawled. "Comparin' me to a tender spirit might undo my entire reputation.. and a reputation is all a girl has."

It had been one of the singsongs she'd been known to say time and time again. Even then though, there was warmth there and she didn't deny it.

But in regardsin to the High Republic..

"Well.. I've done my fair share of livin' and if there is one thing i know, is that internal conflict is profitable for some," she said evenly. "...question is whether it's survivable for the rest."

"If the Chancellor's a corporatist, what's his price? If the King's a man-child, who actually holds the reins? And those Noble Houses...are they fractured enough to compete or united enough to squeeze outsiders?"

She gave a small hum, tapping a finger along her mug.

"You say you've no reason to be in their borders." Her gaze narrowed just a touch, thoughtful. "But if instability spreads, it won't ask permission before touchin' trade routes."

"So in that case, if things tip, do you see opportunity… or liability?"

 

[Makai Dashiell]

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"Don't worry, your reputation is safe with me."

He knew Danger could rely on him for certain things. In some ways, well before Alric came along, almost a quiet confidant. Not in the way an adult was,no. Looking back on the entire situation, Danger had needed him as much as he needed her. Odd how it worked out. He had gained a mother and she a son in a sense.

Iced azure gaze stayed trained on her as he thought of that time. He typically didn't. Had gotten over that period in his life. Yet the phrase had drew him back. As soon as the memories flooded him they left, replaced by the talk of business.

"Dad had a plan with the Great Houses. Or was working on one. Then immediately after a dinner the Senator he met with exploded.Literally. Been waiting for someone to knock on my door, but I've got all the lawyers on alert. Until I get a sense of whether there will be an investigation into Dad or the family - the plan to contract is either on the backburner or I'll have to take it over."

A small pause, another sip of caf.

"I'll need to have get a better feel on that front." His father had been filling him in. Makai was ready to do what he had been trained to do since he was five - step into his father's shoes and take over. "The Chancellor - a she - is obsessed with Denon. Some project there I'm sure will have her in my back pocket. I haven't figured out the Boy King. Reminds me of one my fraternity brothers thrust into responsibility."

Did the King play gravgolf? A tried and true way of making deals. The real reason he had learned in university. The same reason he was teaching Phoebe and Kellan. More got done on that green grass than in boardrooms.

"I see opportunity. They seem to ignore corporations, so we've got that going for us."

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Interacting with: Makai Dashiell
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A warm smile shone back at Makai at his assurance, and Danger flashed him a playful wink at that.

However, when it came to what was goin gon with Judah... well a slight frown crossed her expression at the details regarding Judah and some High Republic Senator who had now ended up dead. Far moe pressing thoughts came then, a few that she didn't bother saying aloud to Makai, but her confusion and concern were evident there.

Did he get himself into some sort of trouble? She mused, pondering. No, let it go, she told herself a second after. If he needed any assistance, he would come asking around. Well, one hoped. He was a bloody stubborn old fool of a man.

"Hmm... keep me apprised on what is goin' on with your pa," She began, finishing up her drink before adding, "If there ain't an avenue for Corporations to sway within the Senate, why not start approachin' those to try and build one?" she countered, emerald fire green eyes settling back upon Makai.

"Why not leverage a way for Corporations to have a seat at the table much like we did back in the Confederacy... or perhaps, chat up a few of those politicals that would be keen to pass policy that would mutually benefit us all."

 

[Makai Dashiell]

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Makai wanted to retort that Danger should ask his father about the situation on her own, but wisely kept his mouth shut. No need to open that can after he already pried into their friendship. That had been difficult enough. Instead he just nodded in affirmation, realizing he was caught in between a rock and hard place.

"Yeah, that is my thought. I'm going to start observing and see what avenue can be taken. See what makes them tick. I know Dad put a lot of credits into Senator Dod's campaign but I'm not sure that is the way to go. Going to spend some time there myself and brainstorm from there. Personally I think we can handle this ourselves for much cheaper. Either through visits and action via myself or Dad or hiring someone to be a corporate representative."

Credits weren't everything and he could afford to spend them. Trust was more important. Trusting someone to push agenda across and navigate the Senators, Chancellor, and King.

"We shall see what happens."

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Interacting with: Makai Dashiell
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"Ain't a bad thing to see just how far one can go in testin' the waters." Danger drawled out, giving a slight hum. "Otherwise, how would one know how high or how much sway one can give unless one tries. Failure is in the one who doesn't even bother at all."

Danger came to a slow stop, pausing to observe Makai as he drank his drink. Hearing that Judah had put in a lot of credits into Dod's campaign was curious. Then again, there may have been some corporate benefits Dod had been willing to provide... it didn't settle well with the Queen of Trade, but it was what it was.

"Let me know if you need any assistance handling them political types," she added, finishing off her drink.

"Some of them require a bit of a more delicate touch. Sensitive creatures they are," she murmured in mild wry amusement.

"Some with heads as big as their pride. Coaxing and a sweet word her and there work well on most. But some are far more cunning." she added relaying from her decades of experience.

"And it should be a given but try to get everythin' in writin'"