Faction Distribution Of Power - (The Family)

[Ivory Stroud]

Location: “The Spire”; Moonveil, Inc. Headquarters - Coruscant​

The Jewel of Moonveil’s Crown, “The Spire” towered over Coruscant’s landscape, stabbing skyward like an ancient obelisk to some long-forgotten deity. Ships of every size, inhabited by beings from across the Galaxy, criss-crossed through the sky - going about their daily lives unconcerned with the happenings behind the scenes within the grand Galactic Capital. The impressive structure dominated an entire section of the skyline, with its impressive array of Holo-Net Broadcast Towers at its very apex. The powerful antennas were responsible for providing much of Coruscant’s Holo-Net Access, and also provided a direct uplink to Moonveil’s satellites - which orbited around the glittering ecumenopolis in High Orbit.

Employees of the powerful Corporation staffed the building at all hours of the day, with activity dwindling only somewhat during the night. With the bright mid-day sky overhead, Moonveil’s offices were abuzz with activity. Beings from across the Galaxy passed beneath the wide arch-way of diamond-crusted concrete which decorated the promenade outside, coming & going in pursuit of private business with the Mega-Corp, while the offices & hallways of the towering Spire were alive with voices chattering away.

High above Coruscant, in the top-most levels of the grand obelisk, overlooking the wide open sky & urban sprawl, the most powerful members of Moonveil’s Corporate Elite were unconcerned with the hive below their feet… Instead, they had greater concerns upon their minds. Namely, the mysterious visitors arriving in droves - unfamiliar faces, each well-dressed & bearing the highest clearance, and each settling themselves into one of Moonveil’s finest meeting rooms on the Penthouse Level. Joining them, standing guard & ensuring only a select few gained entry, Moonveil’s professional APD - The Asset Protection Division - stood silently; masked sentinels of authority.

Already present within the meeting room, seated upon a lush sofa of the finest Corellian Leather, Ivory Stroud - Donna of The Family - greeted each individual who entered with a smile and an offer of refreshments; an open bar to one side of the room, near one of the massive floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city below, was readily stocked with the finest refreshments money could buy. One could even find an entire cabinet stocked with Fiora-Brand Liquors… which Ivory had availed herself of, cradling a crystal glass of the finest Fiora ‘Mogano’ Bourbon.

The Donna wore her customary dress, double-breasted coat buttoned across her midsection, and wide-brimmed black Fedora which dipped low over her eyes. Her hair, colored so black it seemed to absorb every ounce of light cast upon it, cascaded down her back in an intricately-braided tail which must have taken her hours to complete. Upon her feet were a pair of expensive heels with silver buckles (to match the silver buttons on her coat), and around her belly was a black belt with an intricately engraved silver clasp. Upon one finger on her left hand, she wore the symbol of her Station - The Black Hand, a Signet Ring which bore the symbol of The Black Oak upon it - and hanging from her bare throat upon a silver chain hung a sparkling violet stone which matched her eyes; a Kyber Crystal, which vibrantly pulsed with its own internal fire.

Seated beside her, her Caporegime & Second-in-Command, Marcella Fiora , looked as breathtakingly beautiful as her Boss. The two women each clutched a steadily-burning cigarra alongside their refreshments, sharing an ashtray between the two of them.

While one would meet the uniformed officers outside, none were present within - instead, black-suited bodyguards (each a Veteran of The Syndicate’s power-base) stood guard over the proceedings; two moving about the room like wraiths, while a handful of others had taken up positions in the background.

The Donna had “requested” every member of The Family’s inner circle be present in this meeting… which, strangely, did not take place within their customary secure location beneath The Star Lounge. Instead, she’d instructed that each member of the criminal Syndicate dress their finest and issued them secure clearance which would take them to the very heights of Coruscant’s skycutters. One would not do well to be late or fail to show…

 

[Skorvek]

When he got the call and the dress code he was annoyed to have to wear a Suit rather then ceremonial armor but for now he will swallow his annoyance and keep it to himself as he made his way to the meeting area which was the highest point in Coruscant. But he wondered mostly why did she wish for ALL members of the Family to show this time, Must be of importance if all hands where mandatory for this meeting.

He showed the clearance he was given to the card keeping a ornate looking cane in his right hand as he walked through and did all the checkups and clears that was needed before walking into the room and found a place to stand while waiting for the others to show themselves and to see what was it that was so important.

Ivory Stroud

 

[Mairéad Solus]

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Location: The Spire
Objective: Attend meeting
Tags: Ivory Stroud Marcella Fiora Skorvek

Spoiler: Equipment:

Velmorite bladed lightsabers
Knife on ankle
Ladies Watch
FDS-4F blaster pistol in thigh holster
Marzanna
Datapad

It was an auspicious day, the Donna, Ivory Stroud had "requested" the attendance of the entire Family to this meeting. Mairéad was only a lowly enforcer, she smirked, she didnt feel that lowly, but she was expected to attend. She had been brought her by a taxi, she assumed the official drivers had their hands full with all of the higher ups attending, so she hadn't even asked to be brought in one of the exquisite limousines she was quickly becoming accustomed too. "Ooosa, noochi howaasya" she thanked the rubber eared driver in his own language as she left the vehicle, she hoped she had got that right anyway, having done a quick holo search on route.

Mairéad entered the spire and was guided quickly along with several other enforcers into a lift that screamed hundreds of floors to the top of the building, the view was breathtaking. It was hard to imagine the pits of darkness in every direction while being lifted skyward. It was but a few moments before the elevator hissed to a stop and the door opened for Mairéad to enter. A lot of the other low ranks milled about, recording their presence digitally and heading for the bar, but Mairéad would have none of that and wished to greet properly, it was business attire only and Mairéad was wearing one of the first items to come from her fledgling fashion company, a simple women's business dress, for a woman who was far from simple. She crossed the room, stepping past, but politely nodding to Skorvek , a member who she had not interacted with but was unmistakable from the descriptions she had been given.

"Donna, Caporegime, it is lovely to see you both, you both look beautiful" she spoke as she greeted them formally, the Donna and her right hand looked stunning as always. The young woman's eyes lingered only very slightly noticeably longer on Marcella Fiora as she greeted the beautiful woman second, it almost felt strange to use her title considering their friendship, but this was a formal business occasion and Marcella deserved every bit of respect that her title invoked.

She would wait for their reply and follow any instruction if needed, and then she would get herself a drink.

 

[Jai'galaar Gred]

Jay looked up at The Spire as he exited the taxi, quickly paying before grumbling a bit. He wasn't the suit kind of person. Of course getting one with some armor woven in did help some. He was a bit... hesitant at first before getting his nerves about him. It was a required meeting after all.... Did they have to require the suit though?

At least he was led up to the room soon, giving a quiet nod to everyone before taking up the Donna on her offer and getting something to drink. Neither EW or Ki'tala was with him. Something told the hunter from the "request" that it was a bit... exclusive today. Was that the word. He just shrugged, and hoped the practical war from before didn't leave too many questions. Hopefully this would go well.

Mairéad Solus Ivory Stroud Marcella Fiora Skorvek

 

[Dominik Borra]

Castle Oblivion​

A demand from The Donna herself to a meeting. Mandatory, no doubt. And not at the customary spot below the Star Lounge. No, it was high up on the top floors of a Mega Corp building. With some sleuthing, Dominik had deduced that Moonveil Communications Inc. was The Family's main financial supporter. There were others, like The Star Lounge, Marcella's company, and numerous smaller businesses on Coruscant, but Moonveil was the largest contributor by far. It explained Ivory's near limitless funds.

Just walking into this meeting would be a stupid thing to do. At least for Dominik, that's how he saw it. This was a criminal organization after all, and if he wanted someone deadly to go away, he'd lure them into an unfamiliar location under false pretenses with threats if they did not show up, and pop them in the back of the head the minute they looked away. Dominik had been in the spy and espionage business for far too long to just walk in the front door. Though he wasn't sure this actually was his assassination. If he was he wouldn't have been standing two streets down wearing his Armored Business Wear. He'd probably be out of the system.

Using a scope from one of his sniper rifles Dominik watched the entrance to Moonveil Inc. He had been here for a few hours now, watching the comings and goings. It seemed to just be business types, even at the pale hours of morning. He wanted to make sure no massive kill squad entered the building and never came out. Though he knew the security inside would be the equivalent of that already. The ex-spy was just covering his bases.

At noon he watched a mountain of a being, an Anubian just shy of 8 and a half feet tall, walk into the building. He was a new face. And not moments later he spotted Mairéad Solus exit a taxi and head for the front doors, also dressed up. And then Jai'galaar Gred in a suit. So, maybe this was a nice get-together after all. He didn't think that Ivory wanted him dead, she seemed the kind of woman who'd honor a man who saved her and her people's lives, but... You never know. The last time he had walked into a meeting and trusted without suspicion it had cost him an arm and an eye.

He tucked the rifle scope away into the inside of his coat and began walking towards the building. He only had on him his holdout pistol, carefully tucked away. Ivory had given him a top clearance security pass, which Dominik had taken the time and effort to copy its coding over and make a duplicate, and he wasn't sure if that would allow him to take weapons up to the top floor. But sure enough, even though security noted it immediately with their scanners, Dominik only had to show the pass and he was let in without another fuss.

Then the elevator ride up. Ok, maybe when someone was gazing out at the view would he kill the person he wanted dead. Toxic or Nitrogen gas, a bomb, a remote blaster... This thing was a death trap. But taking the stairs all the way up would kill him just the same. He focused more on staying aware than on the view of the cityscape before him. No trap sprung, and he exited out safe and sound. He noted the guards and their weapons, where they were, and what else was around. He wasn't being incredibly conscious of these thoughts, just something baked into him over the decades and training and experience.

He entered a lavish penthouse with some familiar faces. Ivory was wearing a suit coat and a fedora, holding a cigar in one hand and a drink in the other. Marcella sat next to her. Mai and Jai were already in the room, along with that massive Anubian. He stood there, waiting for something. He was nicely dressed for a giant dog man, but imposing and massive all the same. Mai was getting a drink, but he knew her attention would be on Marcella and seeing if the woman paid attention to her.

Dominik surveyed the suite before walking his way over to the windows, giving Ivory a nod. It was to simply state that he acknowledged that she was here, he wasn't ignoring her. He might have seemed like he was watching out the large windows, but he was more looking at how thick the glass was by how it was set into the frame. How heavy of blows would it take to shatter them, security devices, or anything on the sills of the windows, was what he checked for while he waited for more people to arrive and for things to begin.

 

[Dedata | Celty Ree]

Spoiler: Equipment

Weapons	Armor	Gadgets	NPC
Sparti Short Spear	Dedata's MK2 Helmet	Modified Datapad running Deda-net	Tera
Ianus Kopis	Dedata's outfit	Flow Vape	Kilo
	Leg harness and bags
	BURN CORPO SHIT Tanktop

Ivory Stroud | Marcella Fiora | Skorvek | Mairéad Solus | Jai'galaar Gred | Dominik Borra

Mining Minds - Paul Leonard-Morgan

"Dedata, you have one new priority message from Miss Ivory Stroud." The VI Dee spoke braking the hours of silence. The message automatically opened on the main screen clear enough to see from where the woman was sat comfortably surrounded by datapads.

Celty lifted her head up reading the message thoroughly. She cocked her head to one side mithed by the location, It was a place she had yet visited. A chill ran up her spine thinking about how many people would be in a building that size. Let alone the possibility for all those that will also show today. The womans head flopped back against the cushion of the sofa. "I swear if anyone tries to stop me." Celty thought to herself with a huff. If anyone was around to see just how the woman practically slid from off the seat then stood up, they would be able to read Celty like a book.

"Dee, get Tera and Kilo, they are to meet me here in suits with a speeder car, and with haste. Bonus credits if they are able to get their hands on something that looked professional. If they plan to buy one, slip them the credits." She took herself out the room while speaking. The info brokers mind began to wonder while traversing the ship to the next floor up to get dressed. Despite all the people, they where her people too. A place in which she oddly belonged, it was a good thought but not a good as knowing her crush, her first love would be well and truly dressed up.

She took the time to apply makeup and tie her hair up into a crown braid, this was to keep any strands from touching her neck. Slowly Celty slid on the bodyglove that left little to the imagination with it fitted exactly to her body. The woman also threw on the leather jacket letting the red lights illuminate from the collar. Then finally the last pieces was her helmet and harness. Dedata watched as the visor lit up with a bar slowly loading. It took less than a few second but she was now prepared. Of course it took time to get ready overall almost an hour and forty five minutes passed by.

"Dedata, your ride is awaiting you."

"Right, thanks Dee." The woman rushed around quickly to grab the last few things before using the loading elevator to get off the Shadow Broker.

Kilo awaited outside the speeder as Tera sat in the front passenger seat with her feat up on the dashboard. Dedata could only think that no matter how much you dress up a chromed up street kid, they still stood out in just how they acted. At least Tera who was slightly more chaotic that her brother. "Heyyyy boss. Hope ya doin well." Kilo said with a accented rough voice that still cut the air as if it was butter. "Dee filled us in so, me 'n' sis decided to pick you out the preemest of rides. Just wait till you hear this baby puurrr, think I am in love." He chuckled with a light hearted smile.

Tera turned her head finally looking over to Dedata. "Wait, how come we gotta wear suits but you ain't?"

Dedata did not say a single word, though the two knew by now how she spoke. Between them, they had assumed her mute. She climbed over the wall of the speeder into the back making herself comfortable and buckling up. Finally she slipped out her datapad and began to type. "Because, that is what has been asked of you. Besides, only the most trusted may know what I look like. The both of you are far from that position. Perhaps if you work hard you may be endowed with my beauty.

"

Tera took a moment to read as her brother situated himself in the driver's seat. "We will see boss. Yuh been good to us so far and the pay is great. ya ask me this is my path to the major leagues for us." The woman turns back as the engine and repulsors come alive.

The speeder slowed as it approached The Spire of Moonveil Communications & Holdings Ink. The whole trip the siblings spoke amongst themselves as Dedata looked up to the sky enjoying the view from the roofless speeder. The vehicle turns as it comes into a parking lot for speeder. Even once stopped she didn't hesitate unbuckling and almost vaulting over the side. With a simple hand gesture she signaled the two to follow her inside. She felt fortunate that the parking lot was on the back side of the towering building that blocked out the sun, though that was a common thing on this endless city world.

The three walked through heading straight for the executive elevator, camera's along her path would loop showing that no one had entered the building from the back entrance. After the first many floors the trio was treated to a view of the sprawling landscape that never slept. It took time to reach the top once more Dedata began her stride to the room. The security did not stop her unlike the two bodyguards with her though she did stop and waited. Before even being frisked the two handed over their sidearms, they both knew they did not need them to do their jobs. Kilo and Tera was finally aloud to pass through.

Dedata had taken note that a few had arrived already. As she walked towards Marcella and Ivory her hand delved into one of the bags taking out her datapad and a holoprojector. Taking a seat the other side of Ivory and getting comfortable the holoprojector came to life. "Good afternoon Donna, just to say your outfit is amazing–" There was a momentary pause in her typing as she smiled inside her helmet blocked from all view. "The same to you Marcella, your outfit suits you well.

"

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Stardust never cared for the dresses and fancy outfits, she'd rather be within her gam, course she had her gam that was specifically kept clean and colorful. It was one she wore that bared her clan symbol and color, the beskar'gam shined in the light as her buyce sat within the netting at her side lightly clinking as she made her way to the building, taking a pause she looked it over and chuckled

no longer in the shadows? Or simply bold? Heh guess I won't get that starfield view this time

Entering she made way for a elevator and took her way all the way up to the top, arriving she walked out into the hall and flashed her clearance to them before she entered the room and stopped as she scanned the area seeing who had all arrived before she grinned and moved to greeting Ivory Stroud with a bow

Donna, looking good as always

She flashed a grin before nodding to Marcella Fiora as she smirked, star knew the woman was just a bit wary of her for being a force user, but star respected the woman greatly and nodded to her before speaking

my fellow caporegime, I'd have no doubt about you dressing well

Looking around further she spotted her student and clan member as she made way to her but stopped in shocked seeing Skorvek dressed up all fancy, her head looked up and down before she got a wide smile

and here I thought you'd have your ornatel armor, it's a good look brother honestly, you fit it

With a chuckle she moved to stand near Mairéad Solus and turned to the group as she spoke to her

good to see you mai, been keeping up with everything? I know Marcella has sorta taken you under her wing

 

[Saraiya Darkstar]

Coruscant
Level 2,106
Darkstar Customs & Repair
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"Sarai, there's a message for you!"

Saraiya perked up from back behind the workbench, clad in her black coveralls, hands covered in soot, solder slag, and grease. Sure, she had all sorts of things brewing down here in the underworld these nights, but one thing never changed...

"Ok, Aunty Esty! Be right up!"

Kicking back from the work bench, she grabbed her battered tin cup and knocked back whatever was left in it. The burn was always a welcome one, that was for sure. Making her way around to the front of Darkstar Customs & Repairs, Sara smiled sweetly to her Aunt, and took the small datapad from her. "So, what's this all about?"

"I've no idea, Sarai. Some rather shady type just asked if you were here, and said that this was 'important business'. Something about once you read it, you'd understand."

"Hrm... well, might as well see what's what. Thanks, Aunty Esty." she said, leaning over to give her a peck on the cheek. Sara loved her Aunty, she was definitely a hell of a woman, that was for sure. But business, eh? Important business. Let's see what all the fuss is about, hmm? she thought with a chuckle. Sitting back down at the workbench, she tapped on the datapad. It flashed and hummed to life, showing a small box on the glasteel screen, with the words 'Confirm ID' just above it. "What in the..." she said idly to no one in particular. Quirking a brow, she figured it was some sort of bio-metric lockout. So, she pressed her thumb against the little square outline, and another bright flash occurred. A digital version of her thumbprint was now on the screen, and it looked as if the pad was scanning it. It then flashed yet again, changing the text. Now, it read 'ID Confirmed: Saraiya Darkstar'.

She read the contents as they flashed across the screen, and her eyes went from open to wide open the more she read. The message wasn't all that long, but she had to re-read it once or twice, just to make sure she wasn't hallucinating. It was an invitation, a personal invitation to attend a meeting up topside. Now, that wasn't too shocking. What was shocking was just who the invite was from. With a gulp, she spoke quietly to herself...

"...The Family."

To say she wasn't absolutely karking bewildered was the understatement of the year. Why her? She wondered if it had to do with that score down in the 1313 recently. Had to be...she put out the word through the usual channels about 'product availability', but this? This was fething insane to her. But still, her Aunty Esty always told her since she was a half-pint little girl. 'Nothing ventured, nothing gained.' Feth it, why not? But it did say to dress appropriately. She had a couple things, maybe she could cobble something together...

~The Next Day~

[Saraiya's Soundscape: She Rides]​

The Midnight Storm soared through the sky, jet engines absolutely guzzling fuel as the speed kept on increasing. Weaving in and out of sky-lanes like a crazed Tuskan Raider shouting at the wind, she rode those currents like an absolute master. Still, she wouldn't take the swoopbike all the way there, no. That would just be universally stupid. She always planned for the worst-case scenario, and in this particular instance, if chit went south, and she had to get out of there in a hurry, she figured she'd stand a better chance if they didn't know where the Storm was parked. So, flying into a parking garage near the Moonveil Building, this 'Spire', she found a spot near the top levels, something that afforded her that quick get-away route if needed. Still, she had a bit of time before she was supposed to be there, and so she holo'd a cab service. She'd change on the way, and hope her outfit was appropriate enough. She didn't really do 'Classy' much, if at all.

~Fast Forward; One Hour Later~

Moonveil Communications & Holdings, Inc.
The Spire​

Arriving at the Spire, she made her way inside, towards the elevator the datapad suggested she take. She was nervous to no end, but you'[d never know it from the look on her face. The way she moved, confidently, like she belonged here. Fake it til' ya make it, she always said. After all, this was a once in a lifetime chance, and she was gonna take it. She didn't want to just be common street trash anymore, she wanted to elevate herself, and she'd vowed to herself after she got back to this insane ball of steel and smog that she'd do it or die trying. She saw yet another bio-lock next to the elevator, and pressed her thumb against it. After a moment, it dinged, and the door slide open. Stepping in, it shut behind her, and took off toward the top. She smoothed out her black leather skirt, her rather flashy velvet top just over the waistline. The boots she wore were honestly the nicest she owned, thigh-high and opened toed, with stiletto heels. Soon, she found herself making her way down a rather spartan hallway, and it made sense to her. If you were here, there was no need to be shown off to. You've arrived.

Stopping at the doorway to the room she had been indicated to arrive at, she handed the datapad off to the rather large and imposing security types. The one who took it looked at it a moment, and then nodded in silence, opening the door to the room. Inside, she found herself among others who already had arrived. A rather massive man with what could only be described as a canine's head. Never seen one of those before, but hey, this was a day for firsts, wasn't it? There was another woman there, who seemed a bit off in her garb, with a helmet on to boot. She was flanked by two others who looked like personal body guards. Another trio of women sat, smoking cigarras and speaking quietly, as two other men milled about, one looking out one of the rather imposing windows. But, she took note that he seemed not so much to be staring idly. No, he looked like the type to case a joint, figure out the best ways in or out. She had to grin just a bit at that, her pink lips curling upward just a bit.

As she approached, she took note of the woman in the middle of this all. She was calm, cool, collected. Others seemed to defer to her, and she almost made it seem as if it was a privilege to simply be in her presence. She was the one in charge, Saraiya wagered. The H.B.I.C., if you will. So, Saraiya simply nodded lightly to her, and spoke with a respectful, even tone. Though, if one were a student of the game, the undertone of nervousness could be heard, if ever so minutely.

"Saraiya Darkstar. Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss...?"

Ivory Stroud
Marcella Fiora | Stardust Solus Skirae | Dedata | Celty Ree
Skorvek | Jai'galaar Gred | Dominik Borra | Mairéad Solus​

 

[Niki Priddy]

THE OLE RAZZLE DAZZLE​

Weapon: "The Klaive" - PDW
Equipment: PCA/EA, Priddy Plates, x2 Hutt Cartel Kidnap Jabber Rings-One on either hand, Force Warning Necklace Pendant, Paralyzing Lipstick, Coal Painted Stilleto Nails, ENVC-370 Bodyglove, Absorbelt, Tinfoil Hat Band, , Earsculpt Comlink, Coal Heartbeat Heels, HH-Eclipse Earrings, HH Iris, Silver-pink Hair Dye
Augmentation: PGEM-SAP "Amber Eyes"
Ship: The Tourist

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Niki sat in almost complete silence within the station around Emberlene. The job of Coruscant still fresh on her mind as she twirled a stray lock of hair. The cool air in her private quarters reminding her she didn't need to dwell on the details as she let a held breath escape finally.

The sound of the clock hand ticking once a peaceful one as it counted the seconds.

Revy was still set upon the table just inside the door. Left there until she decided to bother with cleaning it from being handled once more. The weight an uncomfortable thing even knowing it was something she had made herself. Specifically for herself. But the trigger was still a terrifying thing to pull.

She couldn't help the squint of her eyes, the tensing of her muscles. The pulling of her shots to the right as she tried to keep from panicking with each shot.

Empty magazines covered the entrance floor. The lazy throwing aside of spent items a thing to manage later as she spied herself in the cold metal mirror that gazed back down at her.

Her neck slung against the back of the sofa, she stared quietly at the silver hair she still wore against the amber hue of her eyes. It wasn't a matter of liking the silver color more, but which seemed to be a better fit for clandestine operations within the Family.

A thought that bore its own weight as she wondered silently about what orders had been filed from customers. Only to be ignored as she delved deeper into the shadowy life of the underworld. She'd already dipped her lower half into the mix asking for their help on Denon.

And she was wondering if she would come to regret that choice as the stray lock bounced out of her fingers.

A deep breath in and the clock ticked once more as it continued counting.

Maybe Matthew had been right about his reservations. She hadn't had a chance to speak with him for a while now in person. Being away visiting his own relatives for a much needed break still. Reminding her that she probably needed to do much the same soon.

The icy cold of her toes finally settled in. The thought of drawing them up to herself put aside as a blip sounded on the screen above her.

Her work area lit up, the raised structure it sat atop overlooking everything in her quarters as a measure of security for her own peace of mind. The emergency escape hatch located there as well since she figured that would be the safest place to attempt an escape.

She blinked, the clock hand seeming to speed up as she put her hands against her knee and pushed herself upright. The walk upstairs wasn't a difficult one, but she wondered with growing weight what the matter was now.

Had someone broke something and was simply seeking a replacement part? Another order for the backlog? A request from the Eternal Empire? Maybe a personal message from Matthew-

Her eyes locked onto the screen as the private message bore that familiar oak insignia.

A deep breath in and out resigning herself to opening it and ignoring her other business. Only deepening the question of allegiances as she looked over the message. A similar one that held a clearance code along with a request for the finest attire with a brow rising at the words.

Matthew would have screamed trap.

Pressing against her desk, she popped her back, enjoying the sensation as she transferred the file directly to her Gozanti. Sending a ping to the security team aboard the other stations that she would be leaving once more in her usual vessel.

Her hand twirled the lock again, pondering a shower on the way before deciding to leave the dye in.

She rifled through the collection of dresses a certain derailed Sith had thrown her way a lifetime ago. Momento's of a life she was unwilling to throw away even now as she frowned and debated on the amount of skin to show.

The phrasing still bothered her a bit, opting for another of her armored business attire instead. Pairing it with a pair of black heels, she made sure to grab her nail polish and Lipstick.

She let her hand pass over Revy on the way out, content to keep the wrist weapon around as her true backup for the time being.

Her own bouts of paranoia were enough without the ghost of her friends wisdom in her ear.

Dressed for success, she donned the Priddy Plates beneath the outer jacket and spent the entire flight wondering if that could be seen as a bit much. The worry had been so intense she had taken the duration of the flight taking the auxiliary armor on and off while deciding what felt right.

A single thought decided the matter with ease.

The last time she had walked into an unknown place, she had dyed her hair red and asked the mafia to help her wipe out a gang on a foreign planet.

The plates stayed on as the Tourist landed. Acquiring the pass for her visit, she instructed the crew to remain close by until she gave the all clear signal through her earpiece. Until then they were on pins and needles with her own temper to worry about and possibly losing their job.

Renting a local high end taxi, she was dropped off outside the front of the building designated by the message. She stared skyward briefly, face stuck in the plain as day frown that had kept her from being bothered for a while now by passerbys.

Traffic outside was a common thing. Those entering were business typical and some so involved in their own life they didn't bother to acknowledge her presence. She scanned the surrounding area and rooftops as the taxi drifted away for its next fare.

Amber gaze settling on possible spots for ambush but seeing none of the signs. The quiet wonder about Dominik being present short lived as she walked inside and presented the authorization codes.

The weapons and armor noted, they let her pass with nothing more than a wave as she watched the cityscape fly past on the way up. The elevator was alarmingly smooth for an office building. She wondered silently about the rigging, maintenance, or possibility of self contained systems as the door opened.

Bodyguards littered the hall as her first step out brought her attention to all of the painfully slight adjustment of their stance. All measured her in the same moment she did the same to them. Professional and courteous, neither party did more than a measuring glance as she passed through the doorway and found familiar faces in varying level of appearance.

The wide brimmed hat atop Ivory's head would have garnered a smile from Niki any other day. The nod to Marcella and Ivory a quick but respectful one as she glanced across everyone else.

Dogman seemed content for the time being. Niki was thankful there weren't any corpses around for this meeting. Even from a distance the shambling horde of unfeeling soldiers had sent a chill down her spine.

Her eyes might have been a blur of activity with those perceptive enough to notice in those scant seconds of her arrival.

Mai seemed intent upon Marcella's attentions. A schoolgirlish look about her as Niki kept herself from thinking about that relationship too much and moving along.

Jai, bless his heart, was wearing a suit. And looked all the more out of place for it. She wondered to herself if the droid had mentioned her knowing his identity yet. The next to receive her gaze was Dominik.

And she already figured what he was scoping out.

The last three were a strange sight however. One in particular in what was likely a favorite attire rather than a formal one. The helmet and leather jacket seeming a strange choice for a meeting with Ivory as she spied the small projected screen between the trio.

Mute possibly?

The green skin beneath seemingly unfamiliar armor gave way to recognition as she realized exactly who the twi'lek was. Star likely never existed without some piece of home or clan about her.

The last one however.

Made herself the center of attention with introductions as Niki was close enough in arrival to witness the event. This did in fact put a smile on her face.

The twinge of a smirk appearing before she squashed it back to the neutral expression and felt the doors close behind her.

If there was a trap to spring, now was the likely time as she made her way to stand beside Dominik with a warm but professional smile.

"Come here often?" An obvious play to get his attention.

Ivory Stroud | Marcella Fiora | Stardust Solus Skirae | Skorvek | Dominik Borra | Dedata | Celty Ree | Jai'galaar Gred | Mairéad Solus | Saraiya Darkstar

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[Diocletian Kahmen’’a]

Location: "The Spire"; Moonveil, Inc. Headquarters - Coruscant
Objective: Attend Meeting
Equipment: Scimitar Railgun Carbine Rifle Thermal Detonators
Tags: Ivory Stroud | Marcella Fiora | Stardust Solus Skirae | Skorvek | Dominik Borra | Dedata | Celty Ree | Jai'galaar Gred | Mairéad Solus | Saraiya Darkstar | Niki Priddy

Arriving, Diocletian stepped into the building. He didn't have a suit, and his brothers were too snug on him. So he came as is because trying to get an I'll fitting so I on without ripping it was a pretty big ask.

This must be important if he was contacted for non-combat operations, The Donna needed him at Spire and he never misses a meeting, unless they clash with his family times. Even so, he did with limited success reach a consensus with his people that The Family could set up a small area of operations on UbaIV and may even expand later on at some point.

He needs to tell The Donna this as soon as possible. But then again, the first Cyclone of the season had just made landfall so it was going to be delayed somewhat as this storm hit the northern side. 800+ years of recovery and the storms are still as violent as they were 10 years after the bombardment centuries ago. Many tribes moved into the interior to escape the worst of it, his included.

But the fact he had been able to get that far in the negotiations without them stalling, dodging and flat out being assholes was a great leap forward for them, they had a very strong distaste for outsiders but then again, it was expected.

The clearance badge allowed him to enter, good he would hate to ram his sword up their left nostril so early in the day. He would regardless, but right now he needed to be somewhere.

Once he entered the top levels of the buildings the unmistakable pull of the bar was felt and the Ubese resisted enough to gather with the other members of The Family. He was grateful he wasn't being hounded by Hons this time. There was a slight scent of the last incident still present but it was barely detectable.

 

[Nyx N1X3]

Holo-Disguise: Humanoid Waiting-Servant Droid
Location: The Spire

It was said that if an operative wanted to go unnoticed for a prolonged period of time that janitorial personnels' mere existence was often overlooked. That might be so in many cases. There was no lifeform more 'unremarkable' and overlooked than that of a droid, however. Most sentients viewed every kind and form of droid as a mere tool. One to use and discard on a whim. Automatons with only sufficient programming to sound intelligent or appear capable of independent thought, but ultimately something confined to its decision tree and pre-programmed skillset with no room for growth.

In other words, it was the perfect disguise for a self-programming droid like Nyx. The holographic overlay device helped hide her more unique chassis design; much as she tried not to broadcast her existence, she had been in the employ of the Confederacy during its existence. There was no telling who might recognize a one-of-a-kind droid. Equally pertinent to the night's affair, she had experience with the Underworld even before the Confederacy. Though that was only in passing when she was but a naive bot. Her time as a clandestine operator of the Confederacy had brought far more experience. It had been where she'd met a man she convinced to join the Blacksun. A man later affiliated with The Family -- one Aurelius Baldor .

Might The Family destroy any serving droids attending their function? Potentially. Nyx was hardly concerned with that outcome. If it happened, all value of the evening would have been extracted any way and a swift escape would only be prudent.

It hadn't been difficult taking the place of an actual 'member of the staff.' Most droids were hardly self-sufficient, after all, and required maintenance. Even carefully monitored maintenance with trusted individuals could be intercepted. Not as easily as you might an errand boy, but Nyx was hardly a freshly written program with an empty database. She was the head of Revelation.

Which led to Nyx's present circumstances of slowly tracking through the growing collection of... entrepreneurs. As a droid she lacked an ego of the sort an organic would recognize, and did not mind carrying a tray of alcoholic drink for the organics to consume. Under other circumstances, this inefficient use of time and her resources would be unthinkable; but as her objective was to discretely attend this gathering serving drinks was an efficient choice.

In keeping with her role, Nyx only offered a brief greeting if meeting someone for the first time, or perhaps a prompt inquiring whether she could get anything for one of the guests. After all, sometimes droids went too unnoticed despite an organic desperately wanting a drink, but too engaged in conversation to notice one drifting by.

Sentinient Lifeforms Detected: Ivory Stroud | Skorvek | Mairéad Solus | Jai'galaar Gred | Dominik Borra | Dedata | Celty Ree | | Stardust Solus Skirae | Saraiya Darkstar | Niki Priddy | Diocletian Kahmen’’a
Scanning for: Marcella Fiora | Other Attendees

 

[Ragos Terrek]

They had been at this all night, not that they could see the sun rise on this level of the planet but the chrono situated nearby informed them that today had faded into yesterday and tomorrow had become today.

“You see where he went?” Jon asked hurriedly.

“To the left.” Ragos replied

“I’m on it.”

Ragos and Jon had met on the inside, both were dark-skinned Korunai men, Ragos from Haruun Kal and Jon from Nar Shaddaa. They had been cellys, brothers in bond for over two years and now that they were on the outside they remained as close as ever. Ragos had a birth brother, a blood brother, but if someone held a blaster to his head and asked who he loved more between Dagos and Jon, he wouldn’t be able to make a choice.

Jon went left following after and Ragos went right to go round and cut them off.

“Chit! Ghost, wait it’s a fething setup!” Jon yelled just as Ragos rounded the corner to see his friend laying in the ground bleeding surrounded by armed enemies. Ragos didn’t hesitate he charged in ripping shot after shot with his blaster rifle, never being more accurate in his life as enemy after enemy went down until none were left. Ragos ran over to Jon unsure if he could help his friend and a shot rang out. A fething sniper.

Everything faded to black.

Game over. Blinked repeatedly in bold red letters on the screen of the holo.

“Hot damn man. Shoulda known it was a fething trap.” Jon said, knocking back a pull from a bottle of clear liquor and holding out for Ragos. Ragos took the bottle and pulled three big gulps of the burning contents.

“That’s some bantha chit, for real.” Ragos said. “Play again?”

Before Jon could answer Ragos’ comm went off. He picked up the device, put it to his ear and clicked it on, before he could say so much as “who dis?” A voice on the other line began to speak.

“Ghost! Long time no talk mutha sucka. Don’t say chit.” The voice belonged to Marcus Venn. Ragos’ heart began beating fast as feth, and maybe it was the liquor or the lack of sleep or what but he may have felt a little light headed. How the chit did this sucka figure out how to contact him? Did he know where he was? Kark.
“Nice speeder, mutha sucka. Get in, there’s something for you inside.” Marcus said and then the comm went dead.

Oh chit. Was all he could think. He told a confused Jon good-bye, for some reason Ragos was sure that whatever he found in his speeder was gonna mean he wasn’t coming back up to play holonet games.

Ragos cautiously opened the door to his very expensive speeder. The very same one he had boosted from outside a restaurant and the very same one that had led to him meeting Sara, who he was now in business with. It was intact the very same speeder that had once belong to Marcus Venn, the same man who had just spoken to him over comms, a man who was well Karking connected and to whom Ragos owed some credits.

Ragos spent almost fifteen minutes looking at the speeder from every angle including crawling under it to see if he could notice any visible tampering. He’d found none and so he was now going to try the door and pray he didn’t get fething smoked. The door popped open with a click and Ragos managed to not be dead…yet. So he get in and sat in the pilot’s seat still worried as he started the speeder—with the door still open just in case something did blow up he would be thrown from the car and not trapped in a burning husk of metal—nothing out of the ordinary happened, thankfully, and that’s when he noticed the data pad on the passenger seat. He opened it, pressed his thumb to the verifier when prompted and received a message to come to some corporate office on the planet’s surface. There was something mentioned about a family and Ragos recalled Sara mentioning something about them when they talked about their next move as temporary business partners. Chit maybe he was about to get paid.

The message suggested to dress well and Ragos current outfit of stained sweats would not get it done. He stopped off at an apartment he kept on a higher level of Coruscant, the one he used when he had cause to bring a lady friend over. It was nothing spectacular but it was easily the nicest place he had ever lived since leaving his parents home, and what did it matter that owning this place was bleeding him dry every month as he tried to pay rent on two apartments to live in, four stash houses, and three cook spots, property was an investment right? Ragos rummaged through the closet and found one of his pop’s old suits, a purple pinstripe joint. He put on the suit, surprised at how well it fit, locked up his place, hopped back in the ride, sparked up a spliff of spice and made his way to Moonveil corporate headquarters.

By the time he reached the surface it was past midday, Ragos was tired, hungry, and a little stoned as he took the long ride up in the elevator to the top of this crazy ass building, mercifully alone. After getting directions from one of the scary mutha suckas in the masks, Ragos found the right board room and was let in after showing his pass or whatever.

Full fething room. He thought as he slipped inside.

To list all the strangers he saw would take more time than he was willing to commit. He only had eyes for the two women at the head of the table, one in an over large fedora hat who struck him as vaguely familiar with another very good looking woman at her side. Ragos walked right over to the both of them.

“Yo, can I bum a loosey?” He asked desperate for a cigarra.

Ivory Stroud Marcella Fiora Mairéad Solus Skorvek Jai'galaar Gred Dominik Borra Saraiya Darkstar Dedata | Celty Ree Diocletian Kahmen’’a Niki Priddy Stardust Solus Skirae

 

[Marcella Fiora]

M A R C E L L A⠀ F I O R A

'St. James Infirmary'​

She felt at home. This was her element.

From simple, lowly beginnings with Kosa Nostra and her first meeting with Phaelix, she had become a major player in the operations of the criminal syndicate~ a financial powerhouse and loyal servant of the Donna and her new Family. Unlike most of her associates, Marcy' practically lived in The Spire with most of her business running through Moonveil, both legal as the Director of Acquisitions and illegal as Caporegime of her regime.

Subsequently, she had arrived in a different fashion compared to her family. She had instead arrived on one of her luxury speeders, parking on the upper levels usually reserved for upper management~ a place she was well acquainted with. This was her home after all.

Escorted by her four well-dressed 'chosen' goons, Röhr opened the sliding door for his boss once their AV landed as the others stood around in a formal fashion, waiting for their Caporegime to exit the vehicle before following her in. No words were spoken, this was a well rehearsed routine and they understood their roles perfectly.

As she made her way to the executive turbolift, Marcy' and her goons endured a short ride to the penthouse level where an executive level meeting room awaited the faction; once she approached the doors of the suite, she was not challenged by the Moonveil guards as they knew exactly who she was and had been 'talked to' about wasting her time in the past.

"Make yourselves comfortable, case on the table too, Zir!" she pointed to a nearby table. She had brought some experimental Epican alcohol that she wanted to introduce for a taste test, a few samples of what she called 'Sommerso Epioch,' a fruity-like whiskey that was still in development.

As her goons spread themselves out and mingled with a number of people, she had meandered towards the Donna, "Boss!" she grinned, "here, try this," beamed Marcy', handing her a small glass of Epioch, "watcha think?" she quizzed, sitting down and taking out a cigarra, lighting it as the pair waited for the arrival of their people.

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Twenty Minutes Later!​

As Marcy' and Ivory' chatted away, the first to arrive was what Marcy' often personally described as her own promising, up-and-coming colleague: Mairéad Solus . "A pleasure again, Mai," she spoke in her formal voice, "feel free to grab a whiskey from that table and let me know what you think~ I may have a business proposition in the near future," she grinned, taking a puff of her cigarra and sneaking in a small coy smile.

She hadn't forgotten about their Anubian friend, Skorvek , they hadn't spoken much yet a polite acknowledgement was given as a thank you for attending. She would have informed him about the whiskey table, if he was inclined to drink.

Following them, another one of their soldiers, Jai'galaar Gred , another quiet, gruff individual~ again she nodded politely to thank him for attending, ensuring that one of her goons guided him to the whiskey table, feedback was important and a particularly lucrative business investment.

Next, a newcomer, Dominik Borra , here at the behest of the Donna, quiet too. She would make a note to ensure introductions are made in the near future as she had heard of his exploits in service of the boss, for now however that would have to wait. She'd direct him to the whiskey table if she caught his eye at any point.

Following the newcomer, her two fellow Capo's had arrived, one after the other, Dedata | Celty Ree & Stardust Solus Skirae . "As do you, Dedata, lovely to see you again," she smirked politely as she seemed preoccupied with the Donna, taking another puff of her cigarra before greeting Star, "Dashing as ever Ms. Solus, I assume armour is akin to a suit in your culture?" she jested, happy to see the pair once more. "Oh! Please try the whiskey on the table and let me know what you think both of you, if you have time; it's new!"

As her fellow Capo's moved on, an intriguing, new individual had caught her eye~ it was probably the pink hair, Saraiya Darkstar . She eyed the youngster warily as she approached the boss, letting the pair converse in their own time without

interrupting. In passing, she had spotted Niki Priddy and returned the friendly nod, appreciative of her attendance.

One familiar face she was particularly happy to see entered the suite, Diocletian Kahmen’’a . Technically one of her oldest acquaintances, barring the Donna~ even though they barely talked to one another. Trying to catch his eye as he entered the lounge, she'd present a big grin to communicate that she appreciated his attendance, before gesturing towards the whiskey table.

She had barely noticed the droid, Nyx N1X3 however as she was going to attempt to grab their attention, she was interrupted by an eccentric young man with an intriguing dialect~ she would be sure to talk to the droid later on. She grinned at Ragos Terrek , mused by his audacity, slightly impressed even; taking out her cigarra case she offered him one, letting him choose his choice, white, black, green or red, each with varying properties, a test.

"Pick wisely," she grinned coyly, lighter poised.

Ivory Stroud , Mairéad Solus , Dedata | Celty Ree , Stardust Solus Skirae , Skorvek , Jai'galaar Gred , Dominik Borra Niki Priddy , Saraiya Darkstar , Diocletian Kahmen’’a , Nyx N1X3 , Ragos Terrek .

 

[Dominik Borra]

More people continued to show up. He didn't watch the door itself, but this close to the glass he could watch the reflections of those who stepped in. Stardust Solus Skirae came in, an old, old friend of his who brought him in here in the first place. Then some pink-haired girl he'd never seen before, followed by a silver-haired hotty that looked familiar. She cased the room almost like he had. Then she made his way towards him.

"Come here often?"

When he heard her voice he knew why she was familiar. He turned and could now see her facial structure, her eyes, her height were all the same. She just chose something more... well gaudy might have fit. Silver hair, eye shadow, lipstick, the new nails she wore. Though she still wore her own armored business wear, the same type she had gifted him but fitted to her.

"Only when I'm threatened. Don't like the elevators." He gave her his best smile. Or at least what he hopped was a good one. "And still, there is a dragon more armored than us. Again." He had formally met Niki briefly at the Wedding of Star, Cynthia and Jade, before only interacting with her briefly on Denon when they had hunted Zero down, but she had made a large impression on him. He really, really wanted to spend more time with her. She was witty and capable and made him smile. There... weren't many things that did that these days. "Surely a beautiful woman such as yourself didn't come here stag." He echoed something she had said to him their first time meeting.

 

[Jai'galaar Gred]

Jay couldn't help but chuckle a bit before looking at Marcella Fiora .

"Knew exactly what I need right now." He'd quickly get himself some and take a quick drink.... Hm.... That was different. A good different. He looked around, noticing Ragos Terrek .So he decided to stick around? Good on him. Jai then noticed Niki Priddy . She apparently made EW almost have a mental meltdown when the droid forgot something. He sighed a bit. He needed to catch up with her at some point, but he wasn't going to interupt her and Dominik Borra 's talk.

Then he noticed Stardust Solus Skirae , armor and all. Another person he'd need to talk to soon. For now he'd wait though... and bug Ragos. Or at least walk up to watch him pick a cigarra.

 

[Ragos Terrek]

Ragos let out an audible sigh of grateful relief when one of the women held out a cigarra case with a smile.

"Pick wisely," she told him and something in her smile changed just slightly, seeming just a bit…playful. He liked it. Absentmindedly he returned her smile while biting his bottom lip, a habit he’d had since childhood, as he reached for one of the offered smokes.

“You’re beautiful. Thank you.” Ragos said taking a black cigarra from the case among the more colorful choices. He leaned toward the lighter and allowed her to light the thing for him.

“I mean it.” He said standing back up straight never taking his eyes off of hers as he did so. “You’re gorgeous.”

He didn’t wait for a response before leaving the two women and made his way through the crowd of people to the bar where he got himself a black caf and a couple donuts…okay…three donuts, you never turn down a free meal. After a cup of caf, a donut, and some strong pulls from the cigarra Ragos finally felt like his head was starting to clear and he fully began to take in the absurdity of his surroundings.

In one of the corners of the room seemingly trying to not be seen was a ten foot tall…dog-man-thing…in a suit. Ragos thought he’d seen some wild chit on Nar Shaddaa or in the undercity, but he should’ve known that they kept the strangest chit on the surface.

There was a twi’lek mando chatting with a brown-haired chick wearing a business suit. Ragos was sort of having to turn his head this way and that to try and see around the mando but he was pretty sure that the business suit chick was karking hot. It wasn’t just her either, there was a girl with silver hair over by the window who was a real looker chatting up some guy that looked vaguely familiar. Where the hells did Ragos know that guy from? Come to think of it, the room wasn’t just made up of super attractive women, there was more than couple guys in here that Ragos could swear he’d seen before.

“Sara.” Ragos tried to both yell and whisper at the same time to try and get her attention to wave her over to the bar.

All of it sudden it hit him. There was a guy in a suit that he almost bumped into when he was walking to the bar and it made him think of the guy he almost bumped into in that nightclub chasing after that cathar woman. Oh chit. The woman on the coach with the fedora was Pretty Woman, and the guy by the window with shiny hair was Snazzy Man, and the guy he almost ran into was That nerf herder Who Threatened Me With A Knife.

How? There are One-trillion people on the fething planet and Ragos seemed to only run into the same ones. Ones that did not want good things from him.

Ragos turned to the bartender and ordered a bottle of the most expensive Cognac. There was little chance this day turned out good for him, might as well face it with a drink.

Ivory Stroud Jai'galaar Gred Mairéad Solus Marcella Fiora Saraiya Darkstar Stardust Solus Skirae Diocletian Kahmen’’a Skorvek Dominik Borra Niki Priddy

 

[Arturo]

Location: "The Spire"; Moonveil, Inc. Headquarters - Coruscant
Across the Hall​

Core Code

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"And then I told him that as long as he helps our workers skirt around the GA's radar sensors in the system, we had a done deal to make his private holonet. Signed the contract on the spot." Arturo told Niko D'Aquila regarding his latest contract acquisition. He was the top legal executive, but he wasn't above making a deal or three. Whatever to make the money.

The blue-skinned man was petting his Rada-Cat, Syph, as he listened to Arturo tell the tale. If he didn't let Arturo get it out of his system now, he'd have to hear it later when he didn't have a bit of time to kill. He learned early on that not even The Donna could shut the man up. But he was incredibly useful, his smart wit, brain, and aptitude to create more jobs for the company while being the main buffer between him and The Family meant he could stay exactly where he was. If that meant he had to hear the story of how some jobs got made or how someone didn't haggle or, for the twelfth time, how Arturo met Envy, he was delighted to pay the price. Besides, he was amusing sometimes. The Donna would be calling them in any minute now, some introductions to new and upcoming members in her Family. He knew their names and basic backgrounds, but he'd need to meet each of them and they would need to know about him for possible future dealings. Him and Arturo, in any case. And Envy. The android stood behind Arturo's chair, the ever faithful guardian. If they didn't know about her and shot at her, well, he'd have to pay credits cleaning up the mess she'd make.

Arturo took a sip of his whiskey. "So, who do you think is going to take the Monster's place?" He asked, eyes down at his drink as he slowly swirled it in the glass. "Or do you already know?" Niko always knew more information than he did. Arturo wasn't kept in the dark about things, it's just that Niko always knew more information than Arturo, even if it was by a hair. They played for the same team and weren't rivals, but it unnerved Arturo how much Niko had at his fingertips. He'd think he bugged The Donna's office, except Niko would find himself riding gravity to the ground floor if he did that.

Niko raised an eyebrow. The 'Monster' Arturo referred to was one Ket Van-Derveld , Lupine and past Sith Lord. Fell off the dark path some time ago, affiliated with a witch who, by the reports, was equally his handler and his lover. Ket had served as The Donna's bodyguard for a short time until recently. Now with The Donna about to announce a restructuring of how their organization would be set up and ran, it would be the perfect time to set a new dog on the leash. Wouldn't that be appropriate if it happened to be Skor? "Mmm," He hummed in thought, leaning back more in his chair. "I think that'd spoil the surprise, Arturo. You'll deal with them more than I, I suspect. Wouldn't that be a story, to tell me how shocked you were to find that it was Mairead standing at her side? Or Ragos, the new recruit off the street? Or perhaps she promotes that bartender duo to the station, get two pets instead of one? Or maybe she'd swipe Envy from you. I simply couldn't tell you." He smiled, a warm rumble in his chest. He didn't chuckle. He laughed or he hummed.

Arturo smiled. Niko always played dumb, never revealing what he knew or could know. And more importantly, didn't reveal what he didn't know. He knew that Niko wasn't into his stories, he told the same one about meeting Envy twelve times now, and Niko patiently listened to each one. Not today, mind you, but over the past few months. Niko's mind spun back inside that head, appearing to listen and be enthralled but that was only an act. Suited him just fine, he was able to indulge himself. In fact, he loved that story so much.

"There I was, putting down actual paper and ink infront of a Rodian and his two friends." Arturo began telling the story for the thirteenth time.

"Arturo," Envy interrupted him, "Mr. D'Aquila has this information memorized. I do not suspect he needs to hear the story again."

Arturo turned and looked up at her. She looked down at him. Arturo blinked first. "Fine, I'll tell something else. You were fantastic though, Envy. Always will appreciate that." And he did, going into some other business story.

Niko had never seen a droid be happy before, but the way she looked at Arturo for a second longer than she had to and stand back up straight... It reminded him of someone genuinely pleased or proud, having just been given a compliment. He wasn't sure she could physically smile, but he could imagine it on her easily enough.

 

[Mairéad Solus]

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Location: The Spire
Objective: Attend meeting
Tags: Ivory Stroud Marcella Fiora Skorvek Arturo Ragos Terrek Saraiya Darkstar Jai'galaar Gred Diocletian Kahmen’’a Dominik Borra Nyx N1X3 Stardust Solus Skirae

Spoiler: Equipment:

Velmorite bladed lightsabers
Knife on ankle
Ladies Watch
FDS-4F blaster pistol in thigh holster
Marzanna
Datapad

Mairéad smiled and left the Donna and her Capo to greet the rest of the attendees, reaching for the tray of whiskey that Marcella Fiora had gestured too. She swirled it around and smelled it as she had been taught was the proper manner, before taking a sip, it was delicious. She gave Marcy a look that signified her enjoyment of the product. She was very curious about this proposal but had an idea what it might be. Based on her recent investment in Mai's Epican portfolio.

She stood and watched to room fill up, being approached by Stardust Solus Skirae walmly. "You look wonderful my friend, your armour is perfect as always. But it seems such a waste, you have what? 51, 52 inch legs? And you come out to business covered up?" she laughed as she teased her mentor, looking back and watching whomever was introducing themselves after her. A few faces she didn't recognise, but that was hardly surprising.

good to see you mai, been keeping up with everything? I know Marcella has sorta taken you under her wing

"That she has, I am a very lucky woman to have such amazing teachers as you, I can't thank you enough for everything Star." she grinned gratefully before finished off her experimental whiskey. "So what do you think of my outfit? Vaabir gar mirdir bic Kelir vaabir te bora?" she smirked mischievously at the Twi'lek.

Mairéad was very excited to hear what was happening, she had heard rumours of a structural shakeup and big plans for the future. Until today she had not been privy to any details, but she was fascinated. The Young woman was working hard to prove herself and genuinely felt it had been noticed. Only time would tell.

 

[Niki Priddy]

THE OLE RAZZLE DAZZLE​

Weapon: "The Klaive" - PDW
Equipment: PCA/EA, Priddy Plates, x2 Hutt Cartel Kidnap Jabber Rings-One on either hand, Force Warning Necklace Pendant, Paralyzing Lipstick, Coal Painted Stilleto Nails, ENVC-370 Bodyglove, Absorbelt, Tinfoil Hat Band, , Earsculpt Comlink, Coal Heartbeat Heels, HH-Eclipse Earrings, HH Iris, Silver-pink Hair Dye
Augmentation: PGEM-SAP "Amber Eyes"
Ship: The Tourist

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She smiled when he spoke about the elevators.

"Because they are easier to become a trap, or afraid of heights? And with our company, I don't think we'll ever not see an armored dragon of some variety." She'd had her own wonder about the elevator on her way up, but realized she had a decent amount of time between disconnect and falling to at least do something to survive. Dominik seemed rather worried about the whole situation however, and kept the topic moving.

"A handsome fellow such as yourself has something interesting in mind. Interested and listening." She remembered, just worded a bit differently as she smiled at him.

It was refreshing that someone enjoyed her company. Eccentric was a polite way of describing some of her tendencies, and the way she conducted business or handled stress probably put more than a few people on edge.

Her hands were in her coat pockets for the moment, opening and closing to release some of the worry building in her mind. Something made more prominent by the distinct lack of a certain person she had met on Denon.

One she had usually managed to at least keep an eye on for her own safety.

"Where's the lupine?" A deep and unsettled feeling crossing her features. She wasn't helpful dealing with the force, and she didn't have the knowledge to deal with a good majority of people here.

Never mind when the two were combined into one being.

Ivory Stroud | Marcella Fiora | Stardust Solus Skirae | Skorvek | Dominik Borra | Dedata | Celty Ree | Jai'galaar Gred | Mairéad Solus | Saraiya Darkstar

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[Aurelius Baldor]

A meeting at The Spire, eh? An important one at that, by the sound of it. Well, this certainly wasn't an occasion Aurelius intended on missing. He was quickly out the door, dressed in a fine white suit from Handsome Devil. Kaldrweave, of course. Fashionable, and protective. Aurelius had to wonder what the purpose of the meeting is, especially with the urgency.

The Devaronian took a moment to look over his fleet of speeders and transports, pondering which one to choose before settling on the Silvercore. Either in incredibly rare speeder, or an extremely high-quality facsimile of one. Either way, it looked beautiful and rode even better. Aurelius hopped in the driver's seat and listened to that engine purr as it started up.

With a combination of an excellent engine and a healthy disrespect for traffic laws it wasn't long before Aurelius pulled up to The Spire, and after making sure the Silvercore was securely parked, he made his way inside. He showed security his access and rode the lift all the way up. Then the doors parted, and Aurelius stepped out of the lift and into his element. Refreshments first, of course. Fiora Mogano bourbon, on the rocks. Looking around while the bartender got his drink, Aurelius quickly noticed a familiar face, albeit not one he expected to see here. " Ragos Terrek , I must say it is a surprise to see you here. Moving up in the world from boosting speeders and pushing stolen spice?" He flashed Terrek that same devilish smirk he seemed to constantly wear, taking the glass as the bartender offered it and taking a sip.