Ghost Transmissions

[Corey's OOC]

He despised ghost transmissions, but when Jenn found something interesting, she typically passed it to him. And since Marek was stubborn, he wanted to check it out for himself. That meant not contacting SpyNet, even though he knew he was staying in Tech Union space, and SpyNet probably knew of the message already. Still, he stepped aboard Flow, his Santhe Challenger and made his way to Rodia. He had his lightsaber, but not his armor. He wasn’t quite an Obsidian Knight, even if he was a Force Master and part of Network Zillo.

Curious, that. The ones searching the galaxy for ways to improve it. And well, he was working on the AI project now. But for now? He was just Marek, taking a step by Rodia to see what the situation was there. Hoping it wasn’t some Selectivist garbage he landed and made his way by taxi to the location that was specified. Why hadn’t he just sent Jenn?

Right, because he was a Master.

[member="Anesia Jy'Vun"]

 

[Anesia Jy'Vun]

"If you would be so kind," while a request, her words were ever laced with command, "offer the Starchaser refreshments on the house, tokens, and a suite. Make sure she's pretty." The red skinned casino manager nodded and bent at the waist before excusing himself to carry out the desire of a frequent guest to Flip of the Credit. A light smile played upon her features and she went back to her drink.

There was no doubt of it being done, it was only the matter of acceptance by a one [member="Marek Starchaser"].

Of all her acquaintances within her time at the Authority, the unorthodox, tech-loving bachelor proved to share similar tastes and a hunger that Anesia knew too well. It was why she watched him then and why she watched him now. The man was young... bridled by his inexperience and lack of control. Impressionable... full of life? Perhaps that was the reason she was drawn to him.

A flick of jade cast over her shoulder and roamed until they settled on the back of his head. It was then that he was approached by a lithe young woman, "Welcome to Flip of the Credit, Mr. Starchaser." The representative went on to hand him a card that served as identification, a line of casino credit, and entrance to the suite after explaining it to him. "Please, enjoy your stay. The bar is to your right, just past the slot machines. My name is Lissa, should you need anything further." She flashed a pretty smile and left in a trail of dark hair and floral perfume.

 

[Corey's OOC]

This was the type of establishment for Marek. He wasn’t really sure what was going on yet, but he was here. And he was dressed the part. When he was greeted at the door, he grinned as he was greeted. This was different, not that different because he owned casinos, but still… this one wasn’t his. Maybe it could be, how fast would it be to purchase it? Taking the card, he flipped it through his fingers.

Where was Alana when he needed her? Oh right, with Sasha. Marek really needed to not allow his women to meet one another. Probably good that Sitara seemed keen to just do whatever. That one was at least simple. Watching the woman who greeted him walk off, he nodded. “Thank you.”

He always enjoyed finding places full of vice. And this was one of them. Making his way to the bar, he kept his mind open, just in case the contact still wanted to murder him.

[member="Anesia Jy'Vun"]

 

[Anesia Jy'Vun]

With a toss of a dark curl, her digits also fanned away a drink. "Give it to the next girl," was her only reply. The master was not at the bar in search of good time, nor did she lack the credit to pay her own tab. Anesia's eyes, which were narrowed at the gifting patron moments prior, shifted to the more comely face of [member="Marek Starchaser"].

As suspected, the cover boy of the Techno Union graced the half-lit peachy light room she occupied. Upon his entrance, others looked and she took the chance to settle hers on the empty glass before her. A single finger ran the rim of it, around and then back again, as if she were lost in thought. Anesia's position, however, was not within direct reach of the glow the lights gave off, but cast in the shadows of them.

"Marek," the saccharine voice of the Sith lifted when he passed. She would not come to move or gaze at the man again until he sat. Until he acknowledged her by name.

 

[Corey's OOC]

Clearly he enjoyed a good time and that was half the reason he wasn't upset for being here. Still, he'd get a drink, and find out why he was here. And try to not taste the local cuisine. The women lived on Rodia, after all. Reaching out with the Force, he got a good read on why he thought he was here. Still, he approached the bar like anyone would and looked to the people who he would be sharing a drink with.

He heard his name and took a second to order a Corellian whiskey, rock. Something simple for today. He knew the voice, of course he did. It was [member="Anesia Jy'Vun"]. Taking a sip of the drink. "So, you're the one who called me out here, Anesia?" Did she know where Salem was? They could probably use him. The galaxy was changing again, old enemies were becoming allies and the space around Abrion was changing. The game was constantly in motion, and Marek was still doing his billionaire playboy thing. Like always.

 

[Anesia Jy'Vun]

"Sit."

Where was the please? Did she just command a fellow master? [member="Marek Starchaser"]? Well, kark a gungan. That she did, followed up by an appreciative once over starting from his shoes and ending with his eyes. Her own intense gems holding the slightest glimmer of amusement. "Hoping for someone else... why, Mr. Starchaser, you're breaking my heart." A light smile played at her lips and dramatically she placed her hand to her chest.

Instead of leaning back and away, Anesia's lithe shoulders curled in and her elbows propped up on the table. "Good to see you too, Marek," a dark, inquisitive brow rose and her chin fell to be cradled by her hands.

 

[Corey's OOC]

Sit? Sure. When a terrifying Lady of the Sith told you to do something? You did it. And Marek as a Master? Really, that was like calling a house cat a hunter. Just did neither justice, really. Sure, he'd learned a little about a lot from several people, but look at the galaxy at large, then at Marek. See my point?

Grinning at her, he shook his head. "Well, some people have my personal frequency, no matter how long they drop off the radar." He sipped his drink. "And not that I'm unhappy to see you, because, well, I am, trust me on that. A bit curious as to the call."

[member="Anesia Jy'Vun"]

 

[Anesia Jy'Vun]

"I see the Techno Union is..." pausing, she flashed two fingers at the server for refills, "thriving."

While [member="Marek Starchaser"] sipped his drink, the former General of the Authority studied...no, profiled the foreman. "I must admit, I would have thought it to be pinnacle by now. What changed, other than leadership of course? Have orders, investments declined? Tell me, Starchaser, what has slowed you down?" The lightly tanned fingers shifted to steeple, then folded in as their drinks were sat upon the table. If the man was anything, he was ambitious. They shared this trait and in that, it made her wonder just what it was that deviated him off course.

"Allies have changed, no?" Anesia made a sound representing her bemusement. "The misstep with Moross will eventually come at a cost, love. One you could have capitalized on should you have utilized your ingenuity for business at the time." A smirk made its way across her demure red lips. "Religion... always brings..." she lifted her glass of Membrosia and took a heady sample, "profit. Always. What comes with that? Mmmm. Power. Opportunity."

Bare shoulders shrugged under the weight of raven-russet curls, "We all make mistakes though, right?" The Sith Master nudged his drink forward with a few taps of her knuckles. "Curious? Well. What do you believe it to be for?"

 

[Corey's OOC]

The Union was doing alright. He had finally gotten some support from the galactic players, and that meant things were going to be going a bit smoother. Working with Raziel had, as always, been a creative pleasure.And with yet another power change, and moving from a regional name to what the market would recognize, the Techno Union, was picking up speed again. Still, he couldn’t tell if there was sarcasm coming from [member="Anesia Jy'Vun"].

“The galaxy is always changing. Needed to take a personal step back and let issues run their course. Once they fixed. ‘Sides, the rest of the Starchasers showed up, so there is dealing with that.” Well, showed up in Fringe, where Moross went. But he needed to cover his own assets from this side of the galaxy. The one thing he had in common with his more Imperial and militant family was the disdain for religion. Sometimes.

He was part of the Sith, but they made sense. Moross… They were something else. He looked to her, waving off the rest. He could bring it up, but on his page Not hers, despite how frakking inviting she was. He really did have a taste for Sith women.

“Honestly, I have no clue. Unless you’ve heard from Salem, or know that there is a whole we’re getting in and you’re here to dig us out before we see it…”

 

[Anesia Jy'Vun]

I haven't felt him since...

It was in that moment, everything shifted, and the very room felt the chill of her emotions. Her bright eyes narrowed a fraction, but the rest of her face revealed nothing. Nothing. Not so much as a veiled smile. Patrons became more demanding. Staff more short. All because of a flux in power that snapped and hissed with anger, but gave no real sound like the serpent it was. It passed as soon as it came, but the residue resided moments longer and the woman made no move to clear the air.

Meanwhile, Anesia sipped the remaining Membrosia casually, seemingly unawares by physical appearance. Perhaps it was that she did not care? Whatever energy spent on it was more than quadrupled with the rampant, chaotic response she received in turn. One could presume she relished in infecting others with what she felt when they had no real defense against it- if for no other reason than to share the experience of intensity he wrought upon her because it could not be contained. Not always.

"A reunion. How lovely." This time the Sith smiled, knowing well enough that blood brought on more trouble than water ever could. There was a sense of duty in it. Loyalty. Sometimes though, homicide won out. Ferrius supposed it depended on the family. "How's that going?" Laughing abruptly, a soft palm stole the vision of her lips. "Forgive me, [member="Marek Starchaser"] ... I shouldn't have."

Head shaking, she pointed a finger at him. "Less a hole, more a trench, and I won't be doing the digging, darling." The soft pad of her fingertip brushed his nose.

Anger was therein replaced by confusion in the establishment, "I am sure you have enough employees to spare... or contacts." A single dark brow rose and Anesia leaned in upon her elbows. "The more ambitious the better."

 

[Corey's OOC]

Marek might not have been the strongest Force user, hell, he was on the lower end of mediocre with the Force, like the rest of his family, but he could feel this. Maybe it was due to the time he’d spent around Aneisa, maybe it was because of how loud it was in the Force, how… abrupt of a shift it was. Who knew? All Marek knew was that it was… odd. And he looked to the dark haired Lady of the Sith with a bit of concern.

Reunion? “You clearly have not met my family, Miss.” He smirked. Imperial, and sure, he was all for imperialization, but paramilitary, and each one with a stick up their ass. They’d be the ones to take dancing away from a city because of a car crash. Lame individuals the bunch of them. Though his distant relative, the blonde who he had flying for him, she was good. She could stay. “They’re… different.” Maybe he could get the one to leave the Jedi and join the Obsidians, but he also had Jenn there to watch for, not that the orange haired slicer needed him.

“What do you have in your mind?” He looked at her, sipping his drink. Really, who knew with her. All he did know was that he needed her back in the Union. The whole Union needed her.

[member="Anesia Jy'Vun"]

 

[Anesia Jy'Vun]

"The Union Board of Directors are requesting an audience with all heads of departments," was how she began and drew back into her seat. Her posture changed, her demeanor. It reflected that of a politician and now it could be seen that a crisp, charcoal blazer hung from the back of her chair, accompanied by a satchel of a darker shade. "Why, you must wonder, am I here?" The long, dexterous fingers of her hands met and collapsed together to rest on the table. "I've been appointed secretary of affairs, per Ambassador Diboaul, Chief Director." Some time ago, Anesia failed to add in.

Viridian eyes leveled to Marek's blues, "I felt you would appreciate this, rather than being served by our government officials." The [Techno]Union Board often went unnoticed; shadow governments usually did. In part, this is what allowed them to operate without constant interruption. Her head tilted, spilling a generous amount of curls, "You are to be audited. The Techno Union specifically." A thin smile appeared.

Why would she give him a heads up? Perhaps it was because she had grown quite fond of foreman [member="Marek Starchaser"]. Or maybe her loyalty knew no bounds and she was merely playing her part in the rise of the faction.

 

[Corey's OOC]

The Board of Directors? Marek looked at [member="Anesia Jy'Vun"] and quirked an eyebrow. Couldn't he just make that problem go away? Well, then, yes and no, but he'd get Raziel on his case, most likely. Or some of the other CEOs taking over. He needed to play well with others and let the galaxy and the nation go how it was. He had recalled some mention for the Sith Lady, but it was one of those things that got filtered out by his assistants. The trick was figuring just why she was here.

When her intense green eyes met his, he could almost feel himself recoiling, not unlike an abused dog in a new home. Scared and uncertain. He saw it as that kind of intensity. "Auditted? Without the Union the government in this sector would collapse." There would be peak oil, nuclear war, inbreeding, galactic mayhem, terrorism, groups of vultures flying in ugly starfighters raiding any ship that came through.

"And why the warning?"