Boost DARK CONSORTIUM | ACT I. CREDITS TO FILTH [TSC & GUESTS][CORPO RP]

[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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Outfit: Dress | Mask
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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.