Public Galactic Economic Conference

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On the serene ocean world of Manaan a solitary tower of white on the blue waves rises from the depths. This tower was purpose built to hold the much anticipated GALACTIC ECONOMIC CONFERENCE! Among the many floors of GEC Tower lay the skillfully constructed company displays and booths showcasing all they have to offer. The wonders of tomorrow on display today! Invitations to the event had been blasted over the holonet for weeks prior to the commencement and already a flood of the target demographics had arrived at the idyllic Emergent Starport and Heyblibber Station location where a perfectly uneventful sub-aquatic tour would bring passengers into the tower's base far below the waves.

Turbolifts of elegant construction rimmed with white and gold carries visitors to their desired destination where protocol droids await their requests or organic employees implore them to enjoy their experiences at GEC Tower. Take a tour around the campus and its many floors. See the fabled First Credit of the Trade Federation of old in the Museum or visit the exclusive Depth club. The world is your oyster.

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The constant refrain of advertisements for the Galactic Economic Conference has been the Wonders of Tomorrow today! And that is exactly what is on display at the Convention Center! A bustling congregation of the galaxy's finest inventors and producers mingling with interested representatives of major and minor political factions of the galaxy. Fiscal elites stand tall with their entourage of experts, emboldened by the only thing that seems to matter in the massive center - Wealth! Creativity brought you this far designers, but wealth will bring your game to the next level! Demonstrate your inventions! CEOs show your competitors why your brand name is the definitive name in your industry. You've striven for your entire life to make a name for yourself in a galaxy of heroes and the extraordinary. Today is your day! Show them the Wonders of Tomorrow, today!

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Business would not be business without the calculating machinations of the savvy. Everything in GEC Tower is for sale one way or another and you're going to buy or sell it. While a battle of spectacle takes place in the Convention Center yours is a battle of Wits in the Conference Rooms. Bring your supporters, experts, and your best suit! When you enter the sound-proofed halls of the Conference Center not only will nobody hear your cheers of jubilation at the million credit close but they will not hear your sobbing as lucrative, once in a lifetime, deals pass through your fingers like sand in the Dune Sea. The players have arrived, the board is set, now the only question is - will you play?

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Bring Your Own Objective​

GEC Tower is expansive and the sights it can hold are unique to Manaan. Feel free to create your own premise!

Out of Character Portion​

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Please take a moment to quickly review the set piece here so you can make the most of your time with it! I would like to thank everyone who contributed to the discussion thread found here. Please continue to use it to organize your RP if you wish to. A special thanks to Jasper Kai'el for the header artwork.

You do not need to be signed up or registered in any thread IC or OOC to take part in this player driven event. Please post at your leisure and rest assured that GEC should be considered neutral space. Bring your villains bring your heroes without fear of system authorities! No promises on the bounty hunters though!

Weapons (including lightsabers) are allowed on the premises - this is Star Wars after all! Please leave the armies at home though!

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Prior interest tag list (apologies for missed names or mistags)

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Aculia Voland
Anja Doreva
Astrid pentoghast
Athsheva Rin
Imperius Indomitus
Balthus Larr
CETCOM
Castor Crane
Tragic Writer
Darth Caedes
Darth Empyrean
Dracken Pryce
Fulcrum
Hiro Statura
Jack Sandrow
Jasper Kai'el
John Locke
Jonyna Si
Judah Dashiell
Darth Tormenta
Laphisto
Marlon Sularen
Maëlys Amnen
Niki Priddy
Rharrk Zaltli
Chi Chuchi
Rulonom Laborr
Shuklaar Kyrdol
Tycho Vale
Zinayn

 

[Jonyna Si]

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It wasn't often that Jonyna felt out of place. She was pretty open about what she didn't like, and why she avoided it.

Today, she was definitely out of her comfort zone. The hustle and bustle of high society and business types made her fur stand up, but she had an objective to complete. Promote Si Tech. That's what compelled her to be floating around on her new prototype Star Grinders, skating across the conference floor. The reality was, Si Tech had slowly become more and more about weapons development, but she didn't wanna promote it as such. Would be easy to earn credits that way, to gain shady business contacts and make good with the mercs who would happily buy that kinda thing. No. She was the goofy holo-skater. She'd sell weapons to the GA, help win the war, and then make fun stuff and make money off that.

 

[Niki Priddy]

Equipment: PGEM-EA, Tinfoil Hat Band, Absorbelt
Weapons: The Klaive
Accessories: Force Warning Pendant on Keyring, Dasmi's Pendant, Coal Nail Polish, Transition Prescription Glasses
Augmentation: PGEM-SAP "Amber Eyes"
Tags: @Open

The Economic Invitation had made the PGEM CEO curious.

While most businesses operated by either word of mouth, or hyper-annoying pushy ads, the idea of presenting their items in front of a gathering crowd was a rather novel idea. An internal debate with her department leads about potentially being exposed to dangers of the galaxy once more found her waving off the warnings. The galaxy was a dangerous place inherently. After Denon, and wallowing in her own regrets, she was tired of sitting back and watching things happen without acting on them herself.

One of the issues with presenting your products was the manner in which you presented them.

Being that she sometimes had issues with properly scaling her efforts to those around her, the task fell to her department leads to begin pulling together what they might see as something that would present the best spread of their products as well as potential services. Even taking some items from their final prototype stage to present in the conference.

Securing what equated to a corner, the assistants around Niki began to assemble their presentations, including a view of the vessel they had used to transport everything here. Now content to sit in orbit for the time being with a dedicated holo-line taking a walkthrough of the systems inside. A series of datapads around the display with a list of the system specs while another display nearby showed off the newest droid starfighter Priddy General Engineering and Manufacturing had produced.

A display directly beside it featuring their projected armor line while a small pistol, mandalorian inspired pistol, and a modular weapon able to be assembled and taken apart. Another table beside it carrying a sample of cloth, mottled yellow orb, and finally a mottled grary orb.

Niki's personal weapon was placed on the table in front of her, wearing her business attire with a vibro-blade on the table beside the weapon. Still scrolling away on a datapad as her assistants entertained the occasional interested party in her stead.

One of her own assistants taking a stroll through the gathered company presentations with a camera to allow Niki to peruse without stepping away from the stall they had setup.

"Everybody is so creative. I love it." Not stopping the grin that formed as she glanced up to examine the display of her droid starfighter.

 

[Maëlys Amnen]

H O U S E • A M N E N​

Location: GEC centre
Objective: Retail therapy
Tags: Datacron Jonyna Si Niki Priddy

Maëlys Amnen exuded wealth, she wore it in every aspect of her attire, her stunning dress, her beautiful skin, her makeup, her hair and even her contact lenses were decorated with Aurodenium-R. She walked into this isolated tower and immediately, the wealthiest human on muunilist felt at home, the person who designed this place had excellent taste and shared many of her own aesthetic preferences it seemed. Her starship, the Star Wyrd sat gleaming in low orbit flanked by a pair of welcoming shuttles.

"Thinking of buying anything?" her PA, a muum woman barely out of her teens, but who was a goddess with a business planner, asked her.

"Absolutely, after that business with the Sith banking clan I feel like some retail therapy. What do you think of this tower?"

"The whole tower?" she asked, an eyebrow raising in question.

"I'm not going to offer to buy the tower, that would be improper. But if I were the architect I would keep myself withing a short credits reach." Maëlys replied, extending her fingers as if she was holding a drink and, like and angel, her PA obliged and moments later a crystal flute was placed between her fingers. For her enjoyment. She continued to walk into the convention centre and looked around at some of the attractions in the exhibition hall, many of them were holoprojections, you couldn't exactly hold a starship in here, or some kind of gigantic mineral extraction droid.

She mused to herself, the droid markets were volatile at the moment. Her company had recently acquired for an exquisitely low price, a little under two million high end mining droids. The previous owner was concerned about the foolish droid emancipation legislature passed at the Galactic Senate. He wanted to offload them as fast as possible to a buyer outside Alliance territory so he could purchase droids with a less convincing facsimile of sentience quite the bargain for Amnen Minerals.

She gestured with her eyes towards a woman preparing to show her technological wears.

" Niki Priddy , Lady Amnen, digital and military tech, very high quality, rumours say she is not entirely sane"

"The best minds never are..." she grinned as she walked over.
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[Rulonom Laborr]

LOCATION //: GALACTIC ECONOMIC CONFERENCE
OBJECTIVE //: ENGAGE WITH PROMINENT ENGINEERS
TAGS //: Niki Priddy Maëlys Amnen Jonyna Si
FEDERATION //: MARCH

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The Ocean Planet had long history of being the only planet suitable for the extraction and production of Kolto; a potent medical substance long in use before the introduction and mass production of Bacta, a stronger alternative which resulted in the near abandonment of the planet by the Galactic Republic. The Trade Federation of Planets was no stranger to Bacta Production as they had purposely started a Bacta Shortage during the Stark Hyperspace War all those years ago although the effort untimely failed to generate the outcome predicted. It was no surprise that the Galactic Economic Conference was being hosted on the planet as its neutrality in galactic politics of the modern generation was well known, and afforded the current generation of the Federation to look for prominent engineers to court into their services and even purchase products directly off the showroom floors if they impressed the delegation enough.

The Tambor Pattern Lucrehulk Class Battleship 'Market Trend' sat high in orbit around the planet after exiting from hyperspace as the Trade Federation Transport carrying the Minister slowly descended down towards the tower structure being used as the event location; docking after some time dealing with the formidable security clearances. Laborr would move down the ramp of the shuttle as the doors hissed open with much steam followed by several other skakoans officers, skakoan engineers and legal litigators. A small army it would seem to most observers watching the delegation move through the massive halls.

"Sir the guest list includes several prominent enterprises at the event today. They will no doubt be looking to purchase products as well. Can we afford the competition?" A senior aide asked as they moved beside the Minister. Such a question was indeed a concern to Laborr as they did not bring as much capital to invest at this event as would be needed to outbid the other competitors on the showroom floor and the conference room above. "A valid concern which was identified prior to receiving the official invite to the event. We will need to go back to market basics to secure deals with the galaxy's top engineers instead of relying on overall size and scale of company operations." Laborr explained moving through the already packed crowd at a decent pace to afford him some time to analyze everything going up for sale.

He spotted Maëlys Amnen , a Chairperson for the InterGalactic Banking Clan walking over to a stand which was filled with several different products in holographic form. There was no harm in introducing himself to her on a more personal level and attempt to gouge the products on sale by a certain Niki Priddy who was well known on the Federation Radar.

 

[Laphisto]

LOCATION: Galactic Economic Conference
OBJECTIVE: find trade deals willing to transport metals and supplies to the Lilaste order.
Secondary Objective: Sell Lilaste weapons and tanks to provide the order with funds
TAGS //: Rulonom Laborr Maëlys Amnen Niki Priddy Jonyna Si​

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Laphisto learned of a conference that piqued his interest, a meeting that boasted the presence of traders from across the galaxy. He recognized an opportunity to access novel technologies and rare metals, resources essential for the Lilaste order in their unyielding war against the Dusate Pirates. He arrived at the event in his old but reliable ship, The Conquests Agenda. Though considered outdated, the small corvette had been Laphisto's dependable ally since his release from carbonite imprisonment.

The small corvette jumped into the system, pushing its way down to the planet below and landing on one of the designated landing platforms, with Laphisto soon walking out. The Kiev'arian stood over seven feet tall, wearing a glair on his face - or was he squinting?- as he stepped onto the metallic platform on the left hip of his Customized Set of LO-56A MKII. On his hip sat his Broad Saber. Mag locked to the belt section of the armor to prevent it from getting lost or even stolen.

While the hosting tower and its surroundings might dazzle most visitors with their splendor, Laphisto didn't have the luxury to admire them. The adverse effects of prolonged carbonite freezing had rendered him nearly blind. With a soft flash of teal rolling across the iris of his eyes, he began to peer through the world using the force as his sight. He saw every living being within 50 meters of himself. However, that excluded droids and those who were force dead. With a soft sigh, he began to push forward, making his way to the market square to see what the traders of the GEC had to offer.

 

[Jack Sandrow]

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Location: GEC
Objective: Schmooze
Secondary Objective: Get some creative ideas flowing!
Tertiary Objective: Get into a drinking competition with someone who doesn't know that Jack is immune to alcohol

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The soft carpet underfoot was a nice touch, he thought. The muted sounds of the Conference Center actually let him think, and the subtle aroma of the Endor wood furniture almost had him at ease. The odd potted plant wasn't much to speak of, when surrounded by steel and sea, but it was also fairly nice. Could use some more greenery, but then again, he was biased.

There was a certain brashness in not visibly carrying. A nice suit and slicked-back hair was all the other bold and bright statement pieces he needed. His weapons would be his words (hopefully) and his acumen (as of yet unsharpened), and with some practice and effort, he might be able to actually accomplish something today.

Whiskey first. Corellian whiskey, how it was supposed to be enjoyed. A nice tumbler with a couple rocks, two fingers, and a slow watch over the room to see which eyes met his first.

 

[Chi Chuchi]

Tags: Open

This was the first time Chi had set up a market booth and hopefully it would be the last. She didn't like the throng of activity around the show floor, knowing that maybe only a handful of people of the thousands that would make their way through each day were the ones she was interested in and would be interested in what she had to offer. Unlike other sellers, she wasn't interested in moving mass-produced arms and armor, or even ships. She was looking for the people that wanted that one very special thing designed and built to the highest quality. To that end, she only had four things on display, a pair of armors moving through some simple poses so that the overhead lights glinted and reflected of their moving surfaces.

The Flight Armor's articulated wings flared and twisted as if performing mid-air acrobatics, while the Maew Slicer/Infiltrator armor struck more svelte poses, tail idly swinging before perking up. They were there to draw people in, show them something sexy and new while demonstrating her attention to detail. Then draped over the table where it artfully obscured just a portion of her banner was a color shifting cloak. It cycled through showing footage of the two armors in action during testing and cgi footage of them and itself, a figure walking through a crowded club wearing the Luminescent, the cloak itself artfully drawing the eye from all the others present before shifting to her boutique logo and company name. Finally, almost innocuous among the order forms and brochures sat a yellow grenade, almost as a paperweight. A simple stand declared it the latest in cleaning, no fuss, no chemicals, no mess to great.

Idly the Pantoran woman sipped from a fluted glass of champagne and tried to hide her discomfort. Large crowds were never her thing and worse, she was intentionally dressing down with black slacks and white blouse so as to not appear a socialite and risk alienating a customer or appearing as if she wanted to outshine them. Or worse, look the fashionista wife of the real mind behind her creations. At least her top and jewelry was designer. Really she wanted to make a few connections, maybe a sale or grab some commissions to keep her busy and get back to the Boutique.

 

[Tilon Quill]

OUTSIDE TOWER'S DEFLECTOR SHIELD PERIMETER

This ocean was remote. Two years ago it had been home to thriving ecosystems. The oceans still teemed with life, but less so after the imposition of a purpose-built megastructure rooted in the seabed. A long-planned boat protest was taking shape, mostly Selkath with some offworlders. Protesters with horns and huge holo-signs railed against the conference's environmental impact; many also had strong feelings about interstellar economic hegemonies, but the impact on local shoals was absolutely the focus.

Tilon had first come to Manaan as a boy of twelve. He'd been lucky enough to swim with the Progenitor itself, and ever since, Ahto City had held a special place in his heart. He had plenty of Selkath friends, some of whom were involved in this protest; he'd come along to help. So now he had a nice big holo-sign and was mainlining seasickness meds on the pitching deck of a repurposed fishing boat.

 

[Judah Dashiell]

Tags : Open | Tilon Quill
Main Objective : Finish this caf
Secondary Objective : Business contracts and investing
Tertiary Objective : Borrow one of those protest boats and go fishing

Judah stood in his hotel room, staring out at the vast ocean. In the front of the glittering ocean was a flotilla of vessels filled to brim with protests. He was busy reading the signs - he couldn't hear the bullhorns, the hotel room was their top tier offering and as such was quite soundproof. Most of the signs were quite banal ; Defend the Deep, Stop Ocean Crime, Protect Our Oceans, Eat The Rich. One did catch his eye 'You Otter Be Ashamed' causing him to snort with a touch of laughter into his mug.

Salacia Consolidated had a display at the conference, manned by some overeager interns and a few Representatives to reign in their enthusiasm. Judah would check in on them later, he didn't expect much traction from the event business wise. That was completely fine, he was here with an eye for investing for the most part.

Caf finished, Judah headed down to the show floor to meander around. A little too many weapons and armor manufacturers gave him pause. He and Tycho Vale had spoke about the unfortunate cycle of events of the drums of war leading to a ramp up of business on all fronts. Looked like that drum was slowly starting to beat.

 

[Castor Crane]

Manaan
Objective I: Wonders of Tomorrow

Castor Crane strolled the showroom floor with his hands behind his back, resting formidably as he moved. He was flanked by a pair of Espos, refined CorpSec officers from the Sector’s capital world, Etti IV - Although, the executive doubted he’d make proper use of their talents this evening. The Galactic Economic Conference was tight on security. The personal guards were a formality forced upon him by the DireX board.

In times of great galactic strife such as these, they grew rather paranoid. He couldn’t blame them.

With so many banners popping up on the map, it was hard to know who you can trust. Castor certainly didn’t ease that tension for them either, with all the back door dealings he was so fond of. But despite the war (or perhaps in spite of it), many of the galaxy’s most prominent inventors, executives, and magnates were present on Manaan to peddle their wares or make new deals.

Castor was eager to join them.

The smooth-skinned Etti took a glass of champagne from a passing waiter with a grateful nod, sipped the bubbly spirit, then entered the arena before him. He looked to the men escorting him and spoke lowly.

“Fan out, post up, stay close.”

He knew they wouldn’t be seeing action, but it was nice to have extra pairs of eyes. Castor’s own orbs faded from their natural icy-blue to a vibrant crimson, the cybernetics coming to life within his irises. Another helpful boon, courtesy of the Corpos. He surveyed the crowd, eyes skimming over the buyers to find the much more desirable doers. They stopped on Niki Priddy across the room. A grin formed on the exec’s face.

Castor stepped over, finishing off his glass in one large sip before handing it off to another waiter.

“Impressive selection,” the Etti commented, tracing the edge of a display pistol with a manicured finger. Without glancing away from the merchandise, he offered an introduction.

“I’m Castor Crane. It’s a pleasure, Miss…?”

Tags: Niki Priddy
Proximity: Jonyna Si | Maëlys Amnen | Rulonom Laborr | Laphisto | Chi Chuchi

 

[Cici Alonnia Drekker]

Manaan
Tags: Open

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Father was busy. He was, of course, always busy, but on this particular occasion this made Cici's life just a little more dull.

The Mikkian wasn't one for high end events these days. When she had been a young girl, Cici found them enthralling, as there was an eagerness from so many to flatter the young heiress. It was only coming into adulthood that made her see it for what it was: Business. Nobody really had friends in this world, just connections to making money. And it was always business too, no inbetween. All of that culminated in the inevitable: Boredom.

She was supposed to be here making connections with people looking to sell resources to feed Drekker Industries' latest expansion in manufacturing. New lines of starfighters had just hit production and they were in need of a cheap supplier of varying ores and textiles.

Alas, here she was doing the exact opposite. The young woman wore a flat expression as she had sat herself down at a lonely table in the corner of the venue, occasionally taking a sip from the champaigne glass she had grabbed. Cici was really daydreaming behind her deadpan expression. She could be out there enjoying the waves, or maybe on a completely different planet entirely. Literally anywhere else in the galaxy seemed more thrilling than being right here. Scenerios flitted about her head, filling them with fantacies of swoop racing, garden tours, late night dancing...

Reality lay just beyond her mind, but Cici chose to remain in this state, just for a little longer, like how someone may try to sleep longer to return to a dream. It was far nicer in her head than outside it.

 

[Tycho Vale]

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Tagging: Chi Chuchi
Proximity: Everyone else in the exhibition hall (you know who you are)

As strange and disorienting as Coruscant had been, Manaan was proving to be even stranger.

Tycho Vale had never been to a purely ocean world before. Dantooine had coastlines, of course, with great lakes and seas that spanned far beyond the horizon, but it wasn't the same. On his homeworld, you could always see a sliver of green somewhere. Not here. Manaan was true blue, as far as the eye could see. Still, a little discomfort and some momentary sea-sickness soon subsided, made easier by focusing on the task at hand. The exhibition hall, aptly titled The Wonders of Tomorrow, was unlike anything he had ever seen before. It wasn't his first time at a business convention, of course, but they were usually stuffy. This was art.

To his credit, Tycho stood at the ValeCorp booth for a good three hours. He and his marketing team had come prepared; the entire affair was shrouded in ultraviolet light, highlighting the natural glow of the blue bacta that ValeCorp was known for. It bubbled and roiled in open tanks, canisters, even casts, creating a dreamy, otherworldly look to their table. The entire presentation was accented by floating holoscreens, presenting some of their conceptual designs for their upcoming prosthetic limb product line. Those who had stopped to look were warmly greeted by the CEO himself, their questions patiently answered, and business cards handed out by the dozen. Already, a small handful of onlookers had asked for his personal contact information.

Still, he could tell that the foot traffic was beginning to slow down. The Chiss glanced at his companion, an elegant HK-series droid, reprogrammed for protocol work. "Think you can hold down the fort for a little while, Aych?" Tycho asked.

The HK droid saluted, an action that they had never been able to successfully convince him to stop. That was fine by Tycho; it gave Aych character. "But of course, sir," Aych droned. "I shall await your return."

The Chiss sighed, finally happy to get away from being stuck in one place. He passed through the wandering crowds, crimson eyes gazing upwards at the various advertisements, banners and marketing materials. He wasn't looking for anything in particular. Just something that would catch his eye. He would know it when he saw it.

That happened to be the logo for Che's Boutique, a company owned by none other than Chi Chuchi herself.

Tycho's footsteps slowed to an eventual halt as he took a moment to look the display over. The flight armor was impeccably designed, a great example of form meeting function. While he had no need for armor of that kind, it did start to get the gears turning in his head. Less stunning, but still just as curiosity-provoking, was the little yellow grenade sitting so plainly on the table. A one-button solution to any mess certainly had its applications in the field of medicine.

"Chi Chuchi?" he asked the woman behind the table. He assumed that was the case, but one could never be too sure; it was entirely possible that this was Chi's assistant. After all, he had left one of his own behind to hold down the fort. Regardless, he held out a hand, an offer to shake. "Tycho Vale, of ValeCorp. You've got an impressive line-up here, I must say."

 

[Niki Priddy]

Equipment: PGEM-EA, Tinfoil Hat Band, Absorbelt
Weapons: The Klaive
Accessories: Force Warning Pendant on Keyring, Dasmi's Pendant, Coal Nail Polish, Transition Prescription Glasses
Augmentation: PGEM-SAP "Amber Eyes"
Interaction Tags: Castor Crane
Indirect Tags: Jonyna Si Maëlys Amnen Rulonom Laborr Laphisto Jack Sandrow Chi Chuchi Cici Alonnia Drekker Tycho Vale

Lifting her eyes from the datapad, she spied a well dressed male whose eyes were placed firmly on the hardware. A brow arched his way, given his eyes drew her attention first and foremost. It was easy to get lost in the well tailored attire of those that came with the wealth many liked to throw around.

It was another thing to see a near-human with such plainly augmented eyes. His observation about the assorted wares her company had put on display causing her to set aside the live-feed datapad, diverting her full attention to him.

Castor Crane.

The name rang a bell somewhere in her mind. That where was yet to be determined for the time being. She hadn't kept up with the larger market of late, but that name brought a nagging feeling of needing to bring her attention to bare.

"I appreciate the candor. We plan to expand on our collection, and quality, to further meet the needs of those interested." The small tilt of her head denoting the shift in topic. She appreciated the commentary, but the hardware was merely a means to an end given the purpose of the display.

"Priddy. Niki Priddy." She hadn't activated her own ocular augmentation, but she didn't exactly need it to see the lingering bodies that surrounded him at a distance. While highly limited in her experience with personal guards, as she only had one that she relied on. One she was currently waiting for as an assistant retrieved the discarded datapad and placed it within its case.

But her connections elsewhere had given her practice in identifying those assigned to protection details, if only because of the slight paranoia about the woman.

"Anything in particular that catches your eyes, Mr. Crane?" Her hands twining together, settling waist high as another near-human assistant waited beside her silently. Niki seeming to be the odd one out among the small number of people she had brought with her with the long coat and rather formal attire she wore.

Those manning her display in attire more suited for a proper lab than a showcase of weapons. The majority dressed in plain, sterile white coats and trim pants with only one among them bearing a singular off-red stripe across their shoulder and directing those around him.

 

[Darth Empyrean]

Some, like Niki Priddy , felt his approach before they could see it. A small, black 'Adonis' Transport broke from its stealth field much to the surprise of the landing authority. While they desperately attempted to radio the landing craft, they would receive only one message in return; "The Emperor goes where he pleases." Initial interception forces were called, but after only a minute they turned back by some unknown command or authority.​

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Only as the world grew ever so slightly colder, did the transport land on the pad outside the conference building. Its exit opened, and the full yet muted presence of the Emperor sang. Animals fled the nearby groves of forest and nature, beings across the planet with even a small sense of the Force could feel its tickle at the back of their brains. Something had come to this world, some may know, but none could know just what or how serious it was.​

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The Praetorian, massive Sith Lords decked in an array of alchemically treated armor, exited first posting on either side of the mostly covered hooded figure approaching. Dark streaks of red hair fled from the hood as one side of the ornate robes hung limp - as though the figure beneath had no arm, nor chest on that side of his body. His movements however were fluid and betrayed the damage his body had once suffered.​

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Only when he found a seat in the hall did his hood drop to reveal who was present; the Dead God, the Corpse King, the Emperor and Dark Lord of the Sith - Darth Empyrean. A rumored magnet of villainy, he was more myth than rumor in his seclusion at the Outer Rim with few media appearences unlike his predecessor. He sat in an ornate, stolen through intimidation, bench near the rear. Guarding him were the two massive guards, gate keeping his presence from the rest of the crowd as the Emperor waited patiently to be approached.​

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It was time the Corporate World learned how generous the Sith could be.​

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Tag: Open​

 

[Tilon Quill]

Animals fled the nearby groves of forest and nature, beings across the planet with even a small sense of the Force could feel its tickle at the back of their brains. Something had come to this world, some may know, but none could know just what or how serious it was.

Across the ramshackle boats, a protest chant was escalating in the Selkath tongue. Tilon fell quiet, watching one of the ships approach the megastructure. His gut felt queasy, but it might have been the seasickness. He'd given in and taken the appropriate pill not long ago. His stomach had been settling. Damn this new arrival for counteracting the gravol.

Getting the protest boats closer wasn't in the cards. The megastructure, while heavily secured, was technically open to the public. In fact there was a designated entry lane, far as he could tell, for surface-skimmer craft from a distant starport. Tilon had his strengths, but physical endurance wasn't one of them: he couldn't swim that far and stay functional, even with the Force as his ally.

By process of asking around, he borrowed a small boat, just a utility dingy with an outboard motor. In due course he broke away from the protest and headed for the megastructure.

 

[Castor Crane]

Manaan
Objective I: Wonders of Tomorrow
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“Niki Priddy,” Castor repeated, treating her name as a delicate phrase from an exotic language.

He had her at a disadvantage, it seemed.

The ExO knew instantly who she was - or, more accurately, he knew what PGEM was. But really, what is an executive if not a reflection of their corporation? That was one of the toughest lessons learned in the Corporate Sector; The wolffish, careless, or untrustworthy companies are often presided over by beings who behave much the same.

His cybernetic irises constricted like the aperture of a camera as he studied her.

“Your craftsmanship is admirable,” Castor said, reaching for one of the higher-end handguns. His fingers danced over it for a moment before returning to his sides.

“It’s surprisingly difficult to find enterprises that truly care about their products. Even rarer if they care about their consumers, too.”

He could go on, but she’d asked him a question and it would be rude to ramble about the incompetence of the galaxy’s corporate icons.

What caught his attention? Ah, yes…

“Are you familiar with the Corporate Sector, Miss Priddy?” Castor answered with a question of his own, the faint hint of a smirk tugging at his lips.

Tags: Niki Priddy
Proximity: Jonyna Si | Maëlys Amnen | Rulonom Laborr | Laphisto | Chi Chuchi | Tycho Vale | Darth Empyrean

 

[Judah Dashiell]

Judah had quickly grown bored of the conference - a new feat for him. Normally he could find something to do or someone to annoy. Didn't seem his luck this time around as he was circling the showroom floor. With not much else to do, he checked back in with Salacia's display off to one side, the interns diligently at work educating the business beings walking by and handing out a trade show giveaway : a stress ball. Everyone needed one of those.

"Looks like the interns are trying to chat up the crowd. Not sure this is our scene." Judah spoke to one of the Senior Representatives of the company as they watched foot traffic walk by.

Only as the world grew ever so slightly colder, did the transport land on the pad outside the conference building. Its exit opened, and the full yet muted presence of the Emperor sang. Animals fled the nearby groves of forest and nature, beings across the planet with even a small sense of the Force could feel its tickle at the back of their brains. Something had come to this world, some may know, but none could know just what or how serious it was.

Gurgle. Gurgle. Gurgle.

Suddenly, it was as if his stomach sensed something. Probably the caf he had been mainlining all morning long.

"Uhh...Excuse me, be right back..."

Cutting off the Representative in the middle of his sentence, Judah made a very panicked walk to the nearest mens room.

 

[Imperius Indomitus]

Aurelian Sigismund
Hegemon of Zakuul and Vandemar, Moff of Vandemar, Exarch of Zakuul, Imperator of the Eternal Legion
The Griffin of Zakuul

{ THE EMPEROR'S VICTORY }
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MANAAN | GEC TOWER | MEETING HALLS
BUSINESS OPPORTUNITIES - PART I

Aurelian arrived a bit late to the conference. As of late he had involved himself into one two many engagements which demanded his physical presence and did so again now. His shuttle sat down on one of the landing pads and already on approach he felt that something here was certainly different and not as expected. It was a strange feeling, one which did certainly not belong here. And it was not the ridiculous boats he could see when stepping down the ramp. But it was something which made him change plans.

With a gesture, his retinue would stay behind. He was going to enter with a couple of his scientists and Eternal Legionaries to show the technological prowess of the Technocracy, but it would not be necessary. Confused they stayed behind and idled in and around the shuttle, waiting to be called or to go home, but certainly deeming this a waste of time. The Imperator did not care and proceeded inside.

Aurelian would usually temper and regulate his presence in the Force, but for this encounter there was a presence to match. It was like a storm of light, not warm, not comforting, but cold and burning, engulfed in fire. He was as far from the Dark side as he was from the Light side and emitted an aura of controlled passion, of righteous wrath.

It was a fancy place and could only be tainted by hosting what it hosted. A conference for the greedy and needy. Something which became truth and reality as soon as he saw Rulonom Laborr of the Trade Federation. There were more around but he had right now no interest to engage with any of them, instead his grey eyes were focused, just like his march. He was heading for the source of the disturbance. Not that it was difficult to find. You just had to go to the ... empty part of the hall, where people deliberately made an effort to not get too close.

Aurelian stepped forward and looked straight at the two bodyguards who were certainly not just for show as he stopped between them and then turned his lithic gaze directly at the figure behind.

"The Sith Emperor walks among mere corporatists. Your boldness even precedes your presence."

Darth Empyrean

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[Chi Chuchi]

Tags: Tycho Vale

Chi was just thinking of taking a sip when a older Chiss gentleman scanned her booth and decided to introduce himself. "Indeed," she answered smiling warmly as she took his offered hand. Her shake was a dainty one born of years in society, yet the moisturized skin and manicured nails wouldn't hide the strength there. His name and his company's brought up a quick dossier to the contact lenses hidden in her golden eyes which, after a quick confirmation that he was Tycho Vale and the CEO, was quickly sent away by a quick double blink heralded by an even warmer smile. "Its a pleasure to have caught your eye Mr, Vale."

"Let me guess, you're curious about the Lemon Drop, or you've brought me a challenge to put together." It was mostly an educated guess. A man like him likely didn't need battle armor and he was too distinguished to care for the eye-catching cloak. That left the two things she'd named, though honestly she doubted that most people realized she was as eager for commissions as she was to express herself though her own creations. Still, she kept her face what should be a natural mix of charmed and quizzical, having little doubt that he was studying her just as intently as she was him.