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[Emissary of Strife]

Coruscant, Kuat, Fondor, Balmorra. The Sith Covenant controls these worlds and more.

Harness industrial shipbuilding and sell starships by the armada. Manufacture and run weapons to syndicates and despots. Flood the market with addictive pharmaceuticals and dubious medical miracles. Tap into dangerous research and run unethical experiments on an unknowing population. Or just make credits for the love of the game.

Megacorporations are back. Monopolistic potential on an incomparable scale. Come and take your share.​

Dyans Keto Taeli Raaf Lodd Grimmin Anet Raine Kalak the Raykkan Darth Carnifex Makai Dashiell Lysander von Ascania Darth Prazutis Quinn Varanin Kinley Pryse Torn Eskol Delvin jeth Mellia Raine Astra Sadow

Clean halls. Ideal lighting - not too bright, soft shadows only, windows shaded during the day, but it was already night. And up in Club Cerulean, the acoustics were perfect, and the big band played a quiet number. Shiny, chrome protocol droids served drinks and hors d'oeuvres. All of which, of course, were complimentary, a benefit to those who had access to this exclusive lounge.

It was a place where executives, diplomats, infochants, and black-tie corporate saboteurs could meet plainly. Whether to broker deals or... other arrangements. As often, business did, in fact, mix with pleasure.

But tonight there was a certain tension in the air. Expectation. Eagerness. Uncertainty. The Core Worlds were vast, wealthy, and formidable. However, the rules of the game had been... relaxed. The Sith Covenant had no intentions of inhibiting their growth on ethical or moral grounds. It was all just a matter of negotiation, and a whole lotta credits. This was where it would all begin.

Welcome to the Nines.

The Lesser Coruscant Stock Exchange never closed its doors. And really, you could tell. The humans, near-humans, and aliens -- with all their limbs and whatnot -- worked lightning fast to buy and sell companies that simply could not perform on any other market. Regulators had previously attempted to shutter the exchange, but the collapse of the Alliance resulted in two particular outcomes.

The first: The regulatory agency breathing down their neck was no more.

The second: So, so many companies collapsed overnight.

It had been busy since that grand affair. Busy still, even as the Sith Covenant invaded the world and destroyed the Empire that briefly occupied them. Had the exchange even noticed? Not really. The cafe across the street still served caffeinated swill. Enough to go outside, look up at the star destroyers, think little of it, grab a caf, and return to their gambling.

It was the kind of place for the totally miserable and the truly desperate.

And today, you're here.

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[Anet Raine]

OPEN
Fit Reference​

Anet did not want to be late. So she arrived early.

Not that Club Cerulean actually had hours, but there was a quieter period before the main event, when it was only a handful of individuals taking their meetings with clients and business associates. The half-pantoran stepped out of the lift, wearing a two-piece dress made of a light, silken material, dyed various shades of silver, adorned with a simple, floral pattern. She felt it complemented her pale blue complexion and struck a balance between over- and underdressed.

Her first stop, naturally, was the bar. A few odd requests later, the server returned with a mixed drink they had never heard of, and questioned the taste of. She took a sip. Bitter, a little too strong. Perfect. A smile crept at the corner of her mouth.

Anet's attention turned to the entrance as others began to arrive. How many of them, she wondered, were Sith like her? Without her mask, the acolyte neither registered as more than ordinary in the Force, nor could she sense others, let alone harness the power she had grown so, so addicted to.

It kind of excited her, actually. It made the game dangerous. Forced her to rely only on her wits and charm.

That smile faded quickly, however, when in walked her sister... Mellia Raine

'Ugh.'

 

[Darth Carnifex]

The flick of the lighter illuminated the lift interior in contrasting shades of orange and yellow, smoke trailing up as the end of the cigarra was lit. Malach Corven took several drags of the cigarra, letting the ash fall to the floor as he breathed out a single large puff of light gray smoke. He didn't even have any organic lungs anymore, and the effect of the nicotine didn't do anything for him these days, but old habits were hard to kick.

Beneath his lavish finery, his mechanical body whirred and clicked with the slightest movement. A constant reminder of his inhumanity. Only his face had remained, and even then it was a synth-flesh mask hiding what remained of his true self. Yet even he, with his mechanical body, was more Human than the towering titan that stood next to him. For even if His body was all flesh, there was nothing mortal remaining.

There was little wonder the weak-minded called Him a God.

The lift slowed to a stop and the doors slipped open with a soft hiss. Malach waited, it would be impertinent of him to step out before his master. He would follow dutifully, as always. He owed his metal body and his survival to his master, the illustrious and infamous Darth Carnifex. He had no reason to break from the norm and start acting insolent now. Especially when great profit was to be made from this gathering, with so many corporations and their benefactors assembling to carve up the Core Worlds amongst them.

Daedalus would be at the forefront of this buffet, ready to wheel and deal to see their profits increase by any means necessary. Alongside them was the in-house conglomerate of the Kainate, Malsheem Hypernautics and Manufacturing, which only existed as a vehicle to produce the Kainate's vast array of ships, vehicles, weaponry, armor, and everything else imaginable. The Dark Lord's parallel was here as well, the Mortarch Prazutis, as was the overlord of Malsheem Hypernautics and Manufacturing, Darth Grothuun.

As a collective, they made for an imposing sight. The dark atmosphere of Club Cerulean grew ever darker as the four of them made their entrance, the Dark Side infecting every inch of Tower 999.

Taeli Raaf | Darth Prazutis
Kalak the Raykkan | Lodd Grimmin ​

 

[Makai Dashiell]

CLUB CERULEAN

Wearing | Gear : X | X | X | X | X | L3-37 | Interacting With : OPEN

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As a rule, he hated the Core with a passion.

Too many factors made it horrible for business. Constant war thanks to religious fanatics. The annual change of governments. Restricted trade routes. If there was one thing that was horrible for business it was uncertainty.

Yet the Core also represented various opportunity. It was difficult to get around, not impossible, but trading in the area often maximized profits. Makai had heard his mother-in-law was making a push into the area, which was unsurprising. Her first lesson to him as a small boy was that everyone needed toilet paper - from Sith Lords to shop keepers - and restricting one's self to a certain area would result in stunted growth.

One of the reasons why he had his eyes set on the space behind where the Sith lay claim. Quiet in the small stretch between their territory and the Unknown Regions. Trouble was cutting through restrictive Sith territory. A pain in the backside. Frankly it made zero sense to cut themselves off from commerce - look at what happened to the one insignificant Empire that took on the Corporate Interest Guild.

His line of thought was since his mother-in-law cracked the door open, he might as well poke his head through. See if there was an easier way ton conduct business without taking a long hyperspace route around the territory.

 

[Lodd Grimmin]

Kalak the Raykkan Darth Carnifex

Coruscant - the heart of Galactic Commerce, stretching from the Deep Core to the most distant corners of the Unknown Regions, was under the dominion of the Sith Covenant, a despicable group of Barbarians who seemingly settled sufficiently to permit the Corporate Powers of the Galaxy to exploit their worlds on their behalf provided they could compete with the others at Club Cerulean.

At least, that was the impression Lodd gathered from the briefing provided by his many aides and officials. No one here could rival the greed and power of the Trade Federation of Planets, which had endured the fall of Empires and Republics, Jedi Orders and the Brotherhood of the Maws, and still possessed enough clout to dine with the elite on several occasions from the parades of Alderaan to the high spires of Korriban.

Lodd chuckled quietly to himself while strolling through the opulent corridors, where protocol droids distributed refreshments as if they were in short supply. He chose not to partake in the drinks, fully aware that Sith were untrustworthy, even though he found the antics of Lysander von Ascania on Cato Neimoidia amusing during that one occasion prior to the occupation of his people by the High Republic.

Although he abruptly halted as the Dark Side of the Force enveloped the atmosphere, his gaze drifted not too far to identify Darth Carnifex within the sea of people, who was easily noticeable due to his immense stature in comparison to the Neimoidians, accompanied by his seemingly loyal pet.

He was unfamiliar with them, but judging by the expression in Lord Carnifex's eye, he suspected they were not enjoying themselves at this gathering. Then there was Senator Anet Raine in the far corner, which he met briefly at the celebration of King Alicio Organa return before House Organa was exiled from the planet.

 

[Dyans Keto]

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Post: 1
Outfit: Dress | Mask
Theme: Blackheart
Tags: Open

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Dyans sat quietly in the back of the limousine that was taking her to Club Cerulean. Her Jade eyes stared out at the city of Coruscant as her right thumb gently rubbed at the bottom of her chin. She had never liked Coruscant, it was considered the crown jewel of the core, but it had not always been that way. There was a time when her homeworld Empress Teta had held that title and to her it should have remained so.

Long had it been since Empress Teta held its place among the dominate worlds. She herself had tried to reclaim its glory, what was it like three times now? Each time falling from her grasp once with the Maw, when a deal was broken by their dark lord of the sith. Twice with the Dark Empire, first a broken deal with the same Dark Lord turned faux Emperor, and the second falling apart when the Faux Emperor had been deposed but the Dark Empire fell to ruin.

Now her world was being ruled by sith, she no longer saw hope in making her world what it once was. She despised sith, historically speaking the religion had ruined her world more times than she cared to admit. Even if underneath the veil of shadows, she herself was Sith of the naddist sect.

These sith from reports were more like the Maw in that they were wild, untamed, and anarchists. At least from the reports she got, which made her wonder if dealing with them would be advantageous or not. Then again maybe she could broker some sort of deal maybe she could come out of her self-imposed exile. Instead of playing her games from the shadows, maybe even the throne could be hers once more?

The wheels in her head turned at the pros and cons as the limousine came to a stop and the driver lowered his divider window slightly.

"We are here Ma'am."

Her Jade eyes that had been glaring at the city of the coruscant shot to the driver.

"It's your highness." Her voice calm, even tempered, but with a hint of veiled threat under it.

The driver just shook his probably thinking he had never heard of this damn woman and how she was already making demands like she controlled anything. With that her door was opened one of the Clubs servants and Dyans stepped out from the limousine. A mask covering her face. She slowly made her way to the entrance, feeling naked without her royal guard flanking her. She handed the man at the door her invitation that denoted her as the owner of Titan Dynamics of Empress Teta and a shareholder in Outerworld Industries. The Man then opened the door and the Fallen Sovereign straightened up her posture and entered. As she made her way to the main gathering she began to look around, noting several faces she had heard of before but had not actually met.

She wasn't looking for anyone in particular, maybe someone who could lead her to the upper echelons of this new Sith Covenant.

 

[Astra Sadow]

Astra stood from a booth in Club Cerulean. Light slid off body-snug, black leather that covered the length of her body. With a snap, a small flame set the end of a cigara alight. A small plume of smoke passed through her dark lips as she stood there for a moment.

As the cigara fell from her lips, she turned her head to look back at an occupant of that booth. "First shipment'll be in transit tomorrow." A curl turned up the corner of her lips. "Enjoy your wine." Slowly, Astra brought the cigara back up to her lips. As the end flared to life, she turned and stepped away to leave them to their evening.

Surrounded by bodies, Astra hadn't the slightest notion they might not appreciate the scented flavor of her indulgence. Her eyes were for far more important people. Those that came to throw their money around. Not for needlessly expensive alcohol, but simply for the indulgence of an evening companion as a bawdy accessory. Or, perhaps, a caviar from a world near or far where the species was on the brink of extinction. Why not? They had credits to spend, and an image to uphold -- one of being untouchable.

The dark woman stopped and slowly turned her head aside. Someone had entered the club. Someone she recognized.

Cigara grounded out on a nearby tray, Astra resumed her progress through the club.

"Your Majesty. An unexpected pleasure." Astra's dark glareshades rested halfway down the ridge of her nose allowing her to easily peer over their rims at Dyans Keto . "What brings someone of your prestige to Cerulean tonight?" As two people with an interest in Empress Teta, Astra was curious. They weren't rivals. Not necessarily. An opportunity for them to meet and perhaps explore something more.

Dyans Keto | Lysander von Ascania​

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Lodd Grimmin | Open
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Swathed in the customary ebony peacoat with the collar down, Lysander was settled into a curved booth opposite Astra Sadow . They'd touched on a few topics, though for a while it might've appeared the two occupied different worlds, as he eventually preserved distance at the far end while she tended to other matters.

One arm draped along the banquette; the other clutched a datapad. Furrowed brows bespoke the young Sith's concentration. Charts and color coded trajectories scrolled beneath a fingertip. Two sectors were underperforming, dragging on overall portfolio returns. So, he found himself toying with mitigation scenarios.

When a droid glided by bearing refreshments, a single was accepted with detachment. A sip here, a sip there, but never one to surrender to its sweet promise. Then, a sudden flare of light bobbed at the edge of awareness, drawing only the shift of his gaze. Moments later, the woman rose and moved on. He traced her movements for only a few seconds.

Slouching back, tension coiled at the nape; he rolled it once which produced a pop. Only after setting the device down did he begin to survey the room like another numerical analysis. Familiar faces emerged among the crowds; the Kainite were foremost among them. Darth Carnifex . The Covenant's bond was them was especially important to the blonde, ever since their convergence in the old Senate rotunda. Beyond that, he clocked Anet Raine as well.

Exhaling once, he pushed himself up. Boots found the aisle, every unhurried stride closing the distance to Lodd. Neimoidians were always easy to spot, this one even more so, when amid a sea of Sith warlords. Their meeting at Summer Palace had not gone as planned, and that was fine; plans were always flexible. Grudges were a poor investment if opportunity remained on the table.

Halting several paces shy, he offered a nod of recognition. "Sovereign Grimmin," arrived the greeting with just enough warmth. "If you find yourself with a moment later in the evening, I would welcome the chance to revisit a few profitable matters." The purse world being in Republic space hardly mattered.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Aurora Industries Catalog, Arcane Emporium Catalog
Open to Interaction
Nearby: Darth Carnifex Lysander von Ascania Lodd Grimmin Astra Sadow Makai Dashiell Anet Raine Mellia Raine Dyans Keto @others as they arrive

She found it interesting that even as she was finalizing economic reforms within the Sith Empire of the Rim that would open it to more corporate influences, the Sith Covenant was also engaging in such endeavors. It was likely due more to the influence of the ambitious Emissary than any true policy shift from the remaining Triumvirate, but she had to give Lysander his proper dues. The young man was clearly eyeing that empty spot within the structure of the Covenant, and this gathering at Club Cerulean on Coruscant was evidence of that.

Where she was aiming for a more controlled introduction of corporate activities within the Sith Empire, the Covenant had opted for a more... relaxed stance that was more fitting with their underlying ideologies. She certainly wasn't complaining, though. Taeli had arrived at the club with a small retinue of Aurora executives, along with a few more from Spaarti Creations, to continue the work that had begun with the establishment of the Lyrandar Complex on Hakassi. The megacorporations under the Lady of Secrets were in an expansionary mood, and there were several planets and industries that were potentially on the menu for them this evening.

There were some faces she recognized as she and her retinue entered the party, chief among them were Makai, Lysander, Kaine, and the Trade Federation representative, and there were others that she assumed were more local to the Covenant. She had to wonder who else might arrive and what sort of deals and arrangements would be struck.

 

[Marlon Sularen]

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C R E D I T S_T O_F I L T H
Objective I - Tower 999

SULARENCO
CORUSCANT, CORE WORLDS

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These past few years have been harsh for the Core Worlds, first their partial conquest at the hands of Solipsis's Galactic Empire, which was then usurped by the Sith Covenant shortly afterwards. What was once a stable beacon of democracy plunged into chaos as entire systems were washed away overnight. But with this chaos came opportunity, and Sularen was the type of individual who never shied away from seizing upon opportunities that would help him further climb the ladder of power.

Thus, he found himself in Club Cerulean as all sorts of individuals, from executives to diplomats, gathered to broker deals and discuss business. The Sith Covenant had sought to attract large megacorporations and ambitious entrepreneurs to invest in their vast territories in the Core Worlds, and, unlike the Galactic Alliance or even the Galactic Empire, they appeared to have no limits on ethical or moral grounds, as one would expect from the Sith. For Sularen, this provided him with the perfect opportunity to elevate his own company, SularenCo and forge a proper megacorporation that would enable him to reduce his dependency on megacorps like the Trade Federation and the N&Z Umbrella Corporation.

However, even with this golden opportunity, Sularen was still an outsider in these circles. Most of the galaxy knew him as an Imperial Warlord, a military man, and the Imperial regime he had once served had fought against the Sith, attacking their Holy Worlds twice. While Sularen had no interest in pursuing further conflict with the Sith, there was no guarantee they would share the same sentiment. But still, with great risk came great rewards, and if these rewards came in the form of the economic exploitation of entire worlds that once stood against him, then any risk was worth it.

As a protocol droid passed by him, Sularen grabbed a drink and took a sip, taking some time to examine his surroundings, looking for both familiar and unfamiliar faces to potentially strike up a conversation with. He recognized some individuals, Taeli Raaf of Aurora Industries, Dyans Keto of Empress Teta, the illustrious Lodd Grimmin of the Trade Federation, the Sith Lord Darth Carnifex , among others. It reminded him of the Imperial Confederation's own attempts to gather corporate supporters, although with the way how the galaxy viewed and treated Imperials, it wasn't a surprise that it was far less successful than the Covenant's own efforts to attract investors.

Having finished his drink, he proceeded to walk up towards a nearby protocol droid, handing it his empty glass before walking over towards the Empress of Empress Teta, who appeared to be in the early stages of conversation with another individual. "Empress Keto." he said, making his presence known, although being careful enough not to intrude too much, given the presence of the other woman. "It's been a while," he continued. "It's nice to see that you're still around. I thought you had gotten swept up by Solipsis and his so-called Empire when they took over the Deep Core."

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Tags | Dyans Keto | Astra Sadow​

 

[Dyans Keto]

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Post: 2
Outfit: Dress | Mask
Theme: Blackheart
Tags: Astra Sadow | Marlon Sularen

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As Dyans peered at the room peered around the room with her jade gaze trying to decide her next steps a tall young woman made her way to her. Dyans sight turned towards the woman on approach, who address her as Majesty. A slight smile could be seen under the diamond mask she wore.

Before she could address Astra Sadow another approached her. A man she knew well, Grand Admiral Marlon Sularen . That smile she had given the young lady who had approached her disappeared the near instant she saw the man.

"Indeed, it has Grand Admiral Sularen." Her tone composed giving not hint of the distain for the man on a personal level she had. Showing him the respect he deserved, that she did have for him even if she didn't care for the man personally. Though most of their contention had been in the politics of Empires not business.

Addressing both Astra and Marlon. "I am here as a representative for Titan Dynamics, it has been my family's business for generations. We deal in a few military assets, but mostly Carbonite mining." It felt odd saying that outloud, a slight wince in her eyes was noticeable as the words left her lips. Not that she was ashamed of the company in any way, it was more that had been a long time since she mentioned her personal ties to the company. She usually used proxies, choosing not to run it as the front face.

She chose not to mention her shares in Outerworld Industries, a company that had more varied production line of products. That company she had more shame for, mainly because of the person who had created but thankfully they were dead. The mention of Solipsis once again brought a wince to the Empresses face.

"What would give you the impression I would work with that weak old man, that called himself Emperor?" She may not have cared for Marlon on a personal level, but she did have respect for him. Yet with Solipsis there was none of that for the faux emperor, she hated him and it was clear in her tone as venom came from her lips as she even spoke that name.

"I am surprised you didn't run to kiss feet when he created his new empire after the fall of his last? So many of his lap dogs did, so many of them blind followers of his idiocy." She didn't hold her composure like she knew she should especially in front of this woman Astra. Still that Faux Emperor elicited a response in her that she could not easily hold back. She then gritted her teeth metaphorically biting her tongue to hold back from going on a rant. Her sights quickly returned to Astra and finishing the question she had asked of her.

"I am hoping to make a deal with The Covenant." Not mentioning it was more for her own gain than the companies she represented. Her calmness seemed to return as she reached out with her left cybernetic arm in greeting. "Who are you, my dear? Please, you may call me Dyans no need to be formal here."

 

[Lodd Grimmin]

Kalak the Raykkan Darth Carnifex

The audience was beginning to swell as additional corporate executives such as Taeli Raaf , Marlon Sularen entered to claim their share of the Covenant's Economic Pie. This increase in competitors posed a challenge for the Trade Federation to outmaneuver, indicating that any advantage gained here could determine whether they returned home without anything or emerged as the leading party in these negotiations.

How to do that was not easy given the Triumvirate style structure of the Covenant, but by the hand of the Mortis Gods a solution was soon found by the name of Lysander von Ascania who he had previously mentioned in passing. The fallen nobleman was not particularly skilled in corporate negotiations which made it easier for Lodd to run circles around him without the man being able to find faults in his arguments.

Lodd performed a slight bow in deference as Lysander introduced himself, "Emissary von Ascania. It is a pleasure to see you once more. It has been far too long since we engaged in a meaningful conversation." He wanted to alleviate the tension of the man, encouraging them to relax their defenses and perceive him as a friend even if a temporary one of mutual benefit. Even more so when that mutual benefit would allow him to recover the economic loss of Cato Neimoidia being forcefully integrated into the High Republic.

"Certainly we can revisit certain economic proposals at a later time in the day. However...." A choy smile became evident on his face, as he had devised an ingenious plan to establish himself as the most powerful corporation in the galaxy, which would even enable him to confront his patron Darth Carnifex in the future, along with Aurora Industries. However, the proposal he was about to make could prove to be quite troublesome, yet business involves risk, and such risk could yield its own rewards.

"the Trade Federation would like to propose a change of steward for the Planets of Kuat and Humbarine. Both valuable worlds to be sure, but can you really trust someone like SularenCO or Aurora to manage something so important to any war effort without having a conflict of interest." With Humbarine and Kuat under the Federation's authority, they would be significantly ahead of the other corporations. Furthermore, due to their neutral stance in any conflict, the Sith Covenant would not need to be concerned about any hidden biases.

 

[Kalak the Raykkan]

Lodd Grimmin Darth Carnifex Taeli Raaf Marlon Sularen Lysander von Ascania Dyans Keto Astra Sadow Makai Dashiell
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A grotesque figure advanced into the room of opulence and loud luxury. Thick plumes of toxic fume trailed in his wake, escaping the cigarra stuck in a hungry maw full of sharpened, predatory teeth. The cigarra was banned across many a sector, because the life expectancy of those smoking it dropped by an average of five years.

Kalak did not walk.

No Raykkan could. Evolutionary cycles had shrunk their feet beyond belief and forced them to navigate on their hands. So instead of walking, it was more like a flop. Followed by a slow, sickening drag. Followed by another flop. Hopping through life like a frog, which was somewhat what a Raykkan looked like.

If frogs had taken over a planet through ruthless capitalism, exploitation, and eating anything that became an obstacle to them.

Behind Kalak came an even larger shape, hunched and heavy, with sad drooping eyes, a large bush of leaves for hair, and branch-like arms. If anyone in the room knew what Neti looked like, they might think this was one of their unfortunate cousins.

One hopped, the other hunched, towards the bar.

At the bar, Kalak spoke. His voice was as filthy as his appearance suggested, dripping with predatory delight.

"A Sunshine Tornado, please." Then a pause. "Do not. Forget the straw."

Soon enough, the drink was placed in front of him. The tree-like creature gently picked up the small glass with one huge paw and brought it to the hungry maw of the Raykkan. The branch trembled, clearly afraid of the teeth, but this time around Kalak simply accepted the straw and began to slurp up the bright alcoholic substance.

All the while, sulfuric eyes scanned the room with quiet appetite.

 

[Nolle Tron]

Zenith Point Ventures

The bass of the club settled into something felt more than heard—low, constant, like a second heartbeat beneath the polished chaos of the Dark Consortium. Light fractured across glass, metal, skin. Deals lived here in fragments—half-words, gestures, glances held a second too long.

Nolle Tron didn't rush. She never did. Her pace was measured, deliberate, as if the space itself would bend to accommodate her rather than the other way around. Black and gold cut clean against the shifting neon—executive restraint amid curated decadence. She took the room in the way she took everything else: not as spectacle, but as structure.

Beside her, Vexa Velmari moved differently. Quieter. Not slower—just… less visible. The kind of presence that didn't catch attention so much as slip between it.

"Messy," Nolle murmured, her gaze tracking a nearby exchange—credits, no, something heavier than that. Obligation, perhaps. The way one of the participants leaned just slightly forward gave it away.

Vexa's lips curved faintly. "Not messy," she said softly. "Unrecorded."

They drifted further in. A cluster to the left—corporate by dress, but not by posture. Too tense. Too eager to appear in control. "New money," Nolle noted.

"New risk," Vexa corrected. "They'll overextend before the night's done."

Nolle's eyes flicked once more, committing faces, positions, tells. "Someone will acquire the pieces afterward."

"Someone always does."

A passing figure brushed close enough to suggest intention without apology. Vexa didn't look at them—didn't need to. Her attention had already shifted, following a quieter current deeper into the room. "There," she said, almost idly.

Nolle followed the line—not with her head, but with her eyes. Different group. Less noise. Fewer movements. The kind of stillness that meant control rather than uncertainty. "Established," Nolle said.

"Embedded," Vexa replied. "They don't make deals. They adjust outcomes."

Nolle allowed herself a small, thoughtful exhale. "Efficient."

They passed near enough to catch fragments—names, routes, something about redirected shipments that would never officially exist. Vexa's presence seemed to thin further, as if she were folding into the background rather than walking through it.

"This isn't your boardroom," Vexa said after a moment, her voice low enough that it barely disturbed the air between them. "There are no contracts here. No enforceable terms. No arbitration."

Nolle's gaze shifted, settling briefly on a pair negotiating with smiles that didn't reach their eyes. "Everything is enforceable," she said quietly. "The mechanisms are simply… different."

Vexa glanced at her then, faint amusement threading through the calm. "Consequences are faster here. Less… structured."

That earned a soft chuckle from Nolle—quiet, controlled, but genuine. "Yes," she said, finally turning her head just enough to meet Vexa's profile. "That's why I brought you." Her gaze drifted outward again, already recalibrating the room through a different lens—less regulatory, more… organic. "Not one of your sisters," Nolle added.

Vexa's expression didn't change, but there was a sharpened edge beneath the composure now—interest, not discomfort. "My sisters," she said evenly, "would try to clean this."

A beat. Nolle's eyes tracked a courier slipping through the crowd, unnoticed by most. "You," she added, voice quieter still, "understand how to use it."

Vexa's faint smile returned, nearly invisible beneath the low light. Around them, the Consortium continued its quiet churn—alliances forming, dissolving, reforming in shadows and suggestion. Nolle Tron stood at its edge—not out of place, not quite within it yet either. But learning. Always learning.

Nolle Tron

• Location: Club Cerulean, Coruscant
• Objective: Make Sith contacts in the Core
• Outfit: -X-
• Company: Vexa Velmari - Family #6
• Interaction: OPEN

 

[Astra Sadow]

"Sadow." The leather-bound woman replied as she reached out to take the Empress' cybernetic grasp. "Astra Sadow, Chair of Sanguine Enterprises."

"Everything makes sense, now, Dyans. Titan Dynamics has been a constant thorn in my side in bids on Empress Teta." A dark smile spread across Astra's face as her burnt, golden gaze regarded the formidable woman before her. "I'm pleased to know it was because it had someone like yourself backing them." Not that Astra had been making an effort to conquer the world; but Sanguine did have mining interests, and buildings ships required a considerable amount of raw ores and minerals.

Her eyes slid over to the dark, bald man that'd announced himself brazenly. "In the market for new ships, Grand Admiral?" The Imperial Confederation hadn't been as much of a thorn in Astra's side. Their primary sphere of influence had been elsewhere outside of The Core. Interests and personnel ran into one another, but nothing either would consider remarkable she wagered. Certainly not one of their foremost naval commanders. So, why not offer to sell goods or services if he were in the market? And if he wasn't then what brought him to Tower 999?

"A deal with The Covenant?" Astra's attention slid back to Dyans. "I know just the person. Managing the entirety of The Core, however, is thirsty work. Before I risk drowning them in it, perhaps we could discuss its nature." Just as Astra had people to filter out those that occupied her time, she would do the same for Lysander. Not that she was his employee. It was just good customer relations management.

Marlon Sularen | Dyans Keto | Open​

 

[Anet Raine]

Makai Dashiell
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Anet took another sip from her very strong drink, fidgeting in bar stool as she looked around. There were few familiar faces to her. Lodd Grimmin , of course, she recalled promising a future conversation. Then there was Lysander von Ascania , who appeared to be speaking with him. Her eyes passed across a very tall man whose darkness she didn't need her a mask to feel, and then a Raykkan whom she knew better than getting on the bad side of...

Finally, it was the presence of a man around her age, who seemed a touch out of place.

She waved him over, if he'd accept.

Her eyes slipped past him and lingered on her sister a little longer. But looking past Mell, she noticed a very particular Supreme Commander, which earned a sly smirk. Her eyes glanced to the windows, then the doors, half-expecting a Republic black ops team to enter at any moment, or maybe some Black Sun thugs, or bounty hunters...

What an interesting evening this was already turning out to be.

 

[Makai Dashiell]

Wearing | Gear : X | X | X | X | X | L3-37 | Interacting With : Anet Raine
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Nursing his whisky on the rocks, Makai was taking in the room. Looking entirely antisocial he was sure, the half-Galan was intent on watching those here to figure out who exactly was in power. Who drifted to who. Who avoided what. A first step in to potentially easing his way in to some of the corporate schemes in the territory.

So far he only recongized Taeli Raaf and Lysander von Ascania , the latter of whom he wanted to choke for giving grief to his adopted daughter. Sadly this was a civilized space and the von Ascania name protected him somewhat. Bad for business when one confronted a noble child, especially given his sister was relatively high ranking in the Jedi Order. An organization with entirely too much pull in the government.

Oddly, Marlon Sularen was in attendance, his shiny bald dome signaling his arrival. Odd because the man seemed to have a vendetta against corporatists not too long ago. However, Makai suspected he was trying to fundraise a new vessel. There was a gaudy one in the hyperlane with jewels - he was personally waiting for it to wreck so he could salvage it.

As he studied the room, a wave caught his attention. Brows furrowed and he left his antisocial spot, approaching the woman, his drink still in hand.

"Can I help you Miss?"

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Lodd Grimmin | Taeli Raaf | Open​

Lysander fingers intertwined before him; perhaps a habit molded from countless audiences among far less forgiving Sith. Admittedly, there was satisfaction in standing among allies tonight, Another incline of the head accompanied a small smile. Weight shifted onto one leg, focused in full on the Neimoidian. There was no denying the blonde thrived when forced to sharpen his own arguments. Lateral thinking always made negotiations rather stimulating. And the Trade Empire's influence was not something one overlooked lightly.

As Point Emissary, he did have some pull, he'd even operated out of his paygrade more than once, but even he knew the difference between influence and overreach. Any proposal would travel through him before reaching Arris Windrun or Mercy . 'Twas a bold gambit, audacious even, and deserving of respect.

"A significant proposal, Sovereign. I trust that you are ready to defend your claims."

Dismissal of SularenCo for this particular request would be instinctive. Everyone knew the man was rather committed to digging a deeper hole, shovel in hand. But Lysander liked to believe such flaws could be corrected; fighters were either coachable or they were not. Time would tell if one might be open to heeding counsel and other opportunities in the Core. A hefty seven hundred thousand- credit bounty on his head only registered as shortsightedness. Marlon Sularen long-term return on investment depended on remaining alive. Again, so long as he proved teachable.

Granted, the Sith had every reason to hunt him as well, given the events upon Brosi's soil. But that was a problem for another day.

Nearly as an afterthought, twin emeralds flicked to Astra Sadow out of curiosity. A key piece in a much larger design. Tonight, he might also witness those reasons she was selected manifest in real time.

Turning slightly, Taeli was found, to whom he offered a nod of invitation. Aurora was an entirely different matter. The Order had forged him back on the Holy Worlds, while Aurora's ties to his own company, Spore Industries, stretched to days as a lowly acolyte struggling for survival. Roots behind the Blackwall wound deeper than most realized.

A thin smile crossed him as he angled back toward Lodd. "It's important to note my decisions are not placed on trust alone, nor do I delegate them lightly. I do what I do because it serves the Covenant's future. People either align with that vision or they do not." Words may have been a pale shadow of colder mechanisms, not entirely unknown to those closer to him. Even so, he always sought pragmatism first. "Trust is useful, but not required. I can collaborate with anyone so long as the mission is clear. The Covenant provides me that clarity."

He gestured then with one hand. "Make your proposal. Lady Raaf may have thoughts as well."

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[Anet Raine]

Makai Dashiell | OPEN
Fit Reference​

There was an uncomfortable glance over her shoulder at the Raykkan with his sugary, umbrella'd drink. And that straw... necessary, of course, but the overall presentation was a stark betrayal of what she knew of the species by reputation.

'Can I help you Miss?'

Anet turned back and straightened her posture, gesturing towards the open seat beside her.

"Possibly," she replied. Her tone was a tad quiet, but not inaudible unless you had hearing trouble. "You're not who I expected to find at a place like this."

The half-pantoran sipped her drink, bringing it down well past the rocks, to the point that the ice clinked as she rolled the glass idly in her hand. Pale blue eyes looked over the room again and all the people in it.

"Though not as unexpected as some," she followed, her gaze locked plainly on Sularen.

She set the glass down on the bartop, then extended it. "Oh - Anet," she introduced herself.

"Are you here representing a particular interest?"

 

[Makai Dashiell]

Wearing | Gear : X | X | X | X | X | L3-37 | Interacting With : Anet Raine
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Slipping into the seat, his eyebrow raised. Not who she expected to find? Makai was quite certain beyond Miss Raaf no one had any clue who he was. Which was all the more perfect in his observing the room up until a few moments ago.

"You know who I am or are merely guessing based on those you have seen around this space before?"

Hand extended to meet hers in greeting, shaking it before introducing himself.

"Makai Dashiell. Mining, extracting, agriculture. Thought I would observe the local scene - there are many resource rich worlds my company would love to tap in to. Always looking for the next project."