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Gat Tambor · Mar 2, 2020

There was nothing that could be done to drape a Skakoan in finery whilst they occupied the atmosphere of a world which the vast majority of the Galaxy's denizens could live perfectly healthy in but proved to be asphyxiating agony for Tambor. Though his reign over the Crystal planet had only been brief to this point it had certainly proved...altering. What were once an insular people largely content to occupy their starkly unique world in peace had been put under the banner of the CIS and with after a few galactic years of indifference from their absentee Viceroy - Tambor's rise to power spelled change in the planet's society and economy.

The Technoid Foreman installed a Technocratic regime with the aim of providing a relatively hands off market for corporate entities and money hungry entrepreneurs to latch themselves unto. It was seemingly working...for now ; even if it mean't defacing several facets of the native culture and customs in favor of cold hard cash flow. The Technoid Manufactorum was well underway in establishing its own corporate infrastructure within the Crystal City but with a political power came less than favorable social obligations.

As was expected of Confederate Viceroyalty - and to perhaps paint a contrasting image of himself compared to the former ruler of Christophsis ; the Skakoan had to be present among the socialites of his homeworld - even it if meant diverting time from far more profitable maneuvers be they toiling in his workshop to develop tech to appear to the Galaxy's many warmasters and battleminds or securing investments for his own high tier ventures.

Confined within his atmospheric pressure suit it was visibly discernible how little he was enjoying his fraternization with the peers of his station. Simply confiding within his retinue of Confederate advisers and Skakoan engineers ; using the opportunity to discuss business proper whilst also being...present ; at the very least.

Avernus

Eocin Chiyat · Mar 2, 2020

There were few things Erkhin found less interesting than empty pleasantries - he had been a very social man, once, but so few things held any meaning anymore, so few things could stir him from his emotional torpor.

Recognising the unproductive line of thought, he implemented the relevant protocols even as he entered the establishment, sparing one last hint of annoyance for the overzealous security guard. No, he couldn't remove the weapons, they were part of this body and no, he wasn't planning to assassinate anyone. As if he would ever dirty his hands in such a manner - he had droids for that.

Softly luminous eyes whirring, he analysed the crowd, noting characters of interest. Gat Tambor - excellent. The Confederacy was oh so fond of their droids, but he much preferred his own superior models. Perhaps they would too, eventually. For now, a factory here - yes, the perfect combination of plentiful resources, technological infrastructure, and distributional efficiency.

For now, he would... socialise. It would not do to be overeager. Clad in what looked like a strangely glittering jumpsuit reminiscent of the night sky - the latest fashion on Erakhis, according to his analysis - the cyborg set off in search of someone interesting.

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Aerarii Tithe · Mar 4, 2020

“Well thank you again Leading Appraiser, I do trust you’ll convey my offer back to the Dictator.”

Aerarii opened the door as the diminutive Patitite diplomat hurried past and out into the hallway, intent on not being seen by any passers by. “Well, bye bye then.” The Treasurer-General closed the door and turned to the three other Sith-Imperial Banking Clan officials who were seated throughout the hotel room. “That could have gone a lot worst.”

Aerarii’s colleagues packed up their possessions and shut down their data pads. “It’s a great deal for the Patitite no doubt - it’s the Vors that aren’t going to be happy.”

The bureaucrat shrugged. The winged Vors had been asked last month to to craft musical instruments for use in the Emperor’s royal palace. Their refusal, which expected, had brought about swift retribution - cut price importation taxes for the neighbouring Patitite which would cripple the Vor’s economy.

“Look, on the bright side, there’ll be a lot of work coming out of Vortex - and I hear it’s lovely to visit.”

Aerarii bid his colleagues a good evening and hit the refresher. With the official portion of his visit to Christophsis over, it was time to attend to personal business.

He moved to the bedroom and dressed in something nondescript. Grabbing a business holocard for The Moonstone Club he departed his room, locking the door behind him. He studied the holocard as the turbolift descended toward the lobby. This had the potential to be a very interesting - and very lucrative - meeting.

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Telis Taharin-Zambrano · Mar 4, 2020

Christophsis had never been a venture Telis had thought to ever personally look into. There were many things that were enticing about the crystalline planet, from the relaxed regulations and the affluence of trade to the very structure of the world itself, but in his time he hadn’t had the chance to check it out. Of course, with the loss of his home on Coruscant and the growing knowledge that the youngest son of the Taharin Estate was indeed a Sith, he had more freedom to tread where he may and explore places that he hadn’t thought to look into. Plus, more than any of that was an offer he simply couldn’t refuse, and offered no less by the same man who owned the company who owned the company that was busy at work building him a new base of operations. Dromund Kaas was nice, but he figured his Lord would be much more pleased at the idea of him having a bit of mobility and independence.

A more powerful member of the echelons of the Sith Order,

Avernus , had sent out a rather enticing business argument, and Telis figured it would be good for Imperial public opinion to participate amiably with the more powerful members of the order. To back him up in his corner, he passed along the notice of investment towards his far more pugilist and unofficial business partner, and with that, he set up everything the two of them would need to reach Chaleydonia’s The Moonstone Club in an orderly and fashionable way. With a more flashy focus on fashion in this year’s catalogues for the Sith, Telis took it as an opportunity to truly show off his flashier side, though the only downside was the fact that he had to fly himself down to the planet, leaving his servant on Dromund Kaas to get used to life there and supposedly recover from the shock of the “attack” on the Taharin Estate in Coruscant. Flying straight through to express, Telis thanked that he had splurged for the VIP passes for himself and his companion, otherwise they would’ve been quite, quite late.

A Sith starfighter was considered quite an odd sight, especially one so modified as the Breakpoint Evolution, but thankfully the ship was able to touch down without much issue, albeit some side glances were cast from the innate dislike of the Sith, especially one who had the gall to fly in on a fighter. Standing up and stretching, Telis would eventually make his way o of the slightly more cramped craft, out into the open air of Christophsis. Brushing off his finery, one could think that the strange, swirling designs cut into the lengthy black robes and the threadbear, white silken undershirt visible beneath to be odd choices, until he took a moment to close his eyes, and in an instant, the swirling designs came to life, shining a bright gold that matched his golden eyes. Telis always had to steal the room in some way or another - fanciful designs and glowing subdermals often had a trick of doing such.

Without much further ado, Telis would make his way off the landing pad, hopping into the hovercraft he had hired earlier to escort himself and

Cara Dorniarn to The Moonstone Club, listening to the rather soft music as he eventually waited for Cara to join him. When she finally found her way to the hovercraft, Telis would wave his hand to the Chauffeur, with a single command to the precisely-chosen biological driver: ”Drive.” Through the city of Chaleydonia the small craft went, moving through various districts with the high rising crystalline towers, eventually arriving at the ebbing and flowing crowd outside the large club. Stepping out onto the streets, Telis ran his fingers over the crisp collar of his robes, folded down as to accentuate the glowing gold designs traced into his skin all the way up to his neck. It was a look Telis pulled off well, and as he looked around, he put on a small smile, before offering a hand to his compatriot to help her out, and striding confidently into the club as the chauffeur drove off.

Moving quickly past the bouncers with a flash of an ID card he had in his pocket and opening the doors, Telis did his best to make sure that a few eyes looked over towards him as he stepped in, his glowing gold subdermals and oculars contrasting with the atmosphere of the club. Telis disliked the “party scene” of the highlife, but he always loved the feeling of having all eyes on him, and as soon as he entered into the atmosphere of music, drinking, and mingling, standing confidently, he would do a quick search around for the Sith Lord he was here to meet, caught by surprised when he found the horned man not too far from the door, looking around as well. With a bit of a strut, Telis Taharin approached Avernus, clearing his throat with a smile and placing his hands in the front pockets of the robes. ”Darth Avernus, I presume? Might I say you have a very fine taste in atmosphere, if I do say so myself.”

Offering a hand to the Sith Lord, Telis’s smile turned to a coy grin, choosing to purposefully extend his cybernetic left hand. ”The Taharin Interests like a man with class, style, and taste.”

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Cara Dorniarn · Mar 8, 2020

The sublight engines of the Azure Star growled as the ship hit real space. Not that the owner took notice between the sparking of machinery and the heavy blows of a hammer upon metal. The durasteel blows weren't quite in-tune with the electric beat of music filling the workspace, either.

"Aidee!" Cara slumped the hammer on the ground beside her, taking in hand a plate of duranium to inspect, "You were supposed to get my caf twenty minutes ago." The duranium was set onto the forge, Cara nudging it with tongs as the high-powered lasers reheated the metal. The bumbling binary of the seeker droid came from the upstairs living quarters and grew closer. She looked over to see Aidee, his multiple eyes glowing with satisfaction as he held up a sharp gray vest.

Cara tilted her head, unsure of why the droid had been going through her old clo-- "Chit."

The surface of Christophsis blotted the Azure Star's viewport. Aidee turned to look at the looming planet and gave a happy beep to their arrival. He spun back around to look at his master to present his ironing work, but she was gone. Rapid footsteps echoed up the grate stairs to the living space, "Get that vest up here!"

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Parking took a while and it bothered Cara to no end. The entire system was inefficient, and by the time they did park she had far too many plans for improvement mentally drawn up. The only thing she had left was to double-check her appearance, for which she grabbed Aidee and used his reflective eyes as a mirror. Going out in public was not a habit she was accustomed to. The seeker droid almost failed to hide his excitement once Cara clipped on her green cape, the one specifically made with a shoulder harness for Aidee to nestle in. He whirled past her head then latched onto the harness, noting his happiness with a content whistle.

Cara left the Azure Star parked and locked. But more worrisome than being robbed was the blasted crystalline structures that reflected sunlight just right. It was terrible, and Cara pulled out a pair of shades to slip on. Aviators, specifically. She met Telis at the speeder, and was more than thankful there was an organic driver.

It seemed a lot of fuss for a potential business meeting. It felt like farmers trying to divine weather patterns. Where they track the rainfall, the talented Mr. Taharin had tracked down credits. Potentially. But she trusted him, as risky as that was in the world of Sith politics. However, there were more than Sithly attributes that they shared in common, if anything being Sith was a side note. It was the pursuit of capital that brought them into a business relationship, the Taharin heir aiming to make strides with his family's company while Cara strove for a similar goal. Together they pooled their expertise and began a company which claimed neutrality, seemingly beneficial for every walk of life in the galaxy.

The club was far from her own tastes. To be fair she hadn't any taste where socializing was involved, but this would not have made the list. It was better than meeting in a more accessible locale, the club being more a hub for the shady rich than the common scum and villainy. And Telis was more than welcome to be the magnet of attention. His radiating glow was at first unsettling, but once she realized what small focus she might garner would be distracted, it was warmly accepted. It might be a nice evening, after all.

That was her thought before she noticed the Skakoan, of course.

She was polite yet quiet, though an air of confidence-- perhaps even superiority-- was thick in her demeanor.

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Scherezade deWinter · Mar 9, 2020

She might have been on dangerous ground. She might have been perfectly safe. But she had no way of knowing in advance, considering that this was a Confederate planet, and one that had not been a priority to check… Until it was too late. Still, she'd arrived there some time in advance, walking around the city and getting to know the layout. She'd put special contacts on, colored a dull shade of brown, to keep the glow of her eyes at bay. At the end of the day her eyes had burned, but she hadn't given in, and refused to take them out except for when she was in a small safe house in an unfavorable part of town.

At the day of the meeting, she had gone to the location. Arriving well before time, giving her pseudo name of Loani Darling, a name she had not used before and would send the correct message to the correct people who would intercept it. But the little bit of time after that, she spent in the shadows. Literally. She knew little to nothing about those who would gather there, and wished to ensure her own safety. After all, this was not a neutral planet.

A handful had appeared, and she noted each and every one of them. Not a single one smelled like the remains of blood she had scented before, which meant they were either safe, or the chain was longer than she could suss out from her current disposition.

A quick eventually later though, she got tired of being in the shadow, and walked out of it. The darkness released itself from her skin, and walked towards the rest of them as though she had exited from the wall, her body clad in a green dress that enhanced the color of her eyes, now without the contacts, green and glowing.

Avernus · Mar 12, 2020

There wasn't but a moment or two of standing at the edge of the rolling field of the club's clientele that went by before someone approached him. It shouldn't have been surprising as he wasn't exactly hard to spot, especially among the establishment's usual bevy. It could be said that a tall Sith Pureblood dressed in extravagant, mostly Hoth-white clothing probably stood out among Christophsians about as much as a glit-biter would among a group of senators. He made a conscious effort to relax the muscles in his face to soften the half-scowl that was his resting expression as Telis and his companion approached.

The many rings around Avernus' fingers clinked against Telis' metallic hand as he accepted it for a shake. "Telis Taharin, a pleasure," he responded softly, forcing himself to produce some semblance of a friendly smile. He didn't respond to Telis' comment about his taste in atmosphere. In truth, this wasn't Avernus' preference of environment, but it was definitely a good one for what he had hoped to accomplish. This was the kind of place where it was easier to approach someone without any prior arrangement and use the excuse of buying them a drink or something of the like to talk business. Likewise, it was the taste of many whom he would attempt to influence and otherwise make deals with. The choice of venue happened to be a convenient one, given the assumed tastes of others and the fortunate coincidence of the presence of Gat Tambor.

Avernus turned to Cara as he released the hand of Telis. "A business partner of yours, I take it?" He offered the rather tall woman a hand as he inquired about her to Telis. He caught Loani Darling's approach from the corner of his eye but would wait to finish his greeting with the two before him before he regarded her as well. Something told him that Telis' partner probably wouldn't be too pleased with the idea of the handshake. He couldn't help but smirk slightly, not being able to help himself, and deliberately pushed more for the interaction.

He kept his hand out in front of her, "I'd guess Cara Dorniarn, perhaps?" Only the smallest trace of smugness leaked into his diction. Force Empathy had always proved useful as a businessman, and for Avernus, it had practically become his natural sixth sense. He had long ago stopped paying attention to the 'why' which was the empathy itself, and rather just accepting the feelings he could pick up. Much like how one would stop paying attention the 'why' they could hear things around them, mostly unaware of their own hearing and just accepting that the sounds were there. Having such an ability had facilitated a bad habit of subtly pressing on people's negative emotions, keeping them oblivious to the fact that he actually knew exactly what he was doing. Though during such business pursuits he had limited himself to mostly harmless and mundane displays of this habit, such as trying to shake the hand of someone who would seemingly rather refrain from a conversation altogether.

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Gat Tambor · Mar 14, 2020

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Scherezade deWinter

Already an eccentric group of characters. Whilst the finery which draped over Tambor's atmospheric suit was pragmatic at best to offer concealment of the complex mechanics it wasn't comparable to the oddballs which filled his vision. As much as he seemed to attract the attention of these ambitious entrepreneurs none had cared to acknowledge him. It was only natural he supposed. The aura he exuded as a Skakoan luminary was as awe-inspiring as it was off-putting as the smell of methane tangling with artificial roses continually fought for controlling dominance over the aroma the Skakoan emitted.

Of any of the present patrons, only one seemed to gather his direct attention as she emerged from the shadows. A woman of dubious origin draped in a dark green dress. Approaching her atop his floating pad beneath the purple and blue rainment he pressed his outstretched finger tips against one another infront of his abdomen as he kept a wide, fixated gaze on her, speaking up once he was but a few feet away.

"WOEOWEOREREREREEEWOWE- Greetings - I don't believe we have made acquaintance. Gat Tambor- and you are?" The Skakoan inquired. He bared three titles to which he held equal importance. Instead of listing them each one after the other. Them being, Foreman of the Technoid Manufactorum, Confederate Viceroy of Christophsis and Chairman of the InterGalactic Banking Clan. Saying just any one would've demoted the status of the other two so he simply decided to lower himself to the status of mortal man.

Avernus

Shute Gunray · Mar 14, 2020

Christophsis, the home and seat of power of his greatest ally, Gat Tambor. The Lord of War stood head and shoulders above nearly all others in the galaxy. None could contest his wealth, riches, or influence. Both Sith Lords and Jedi Masters alike have thrown themselves low, begging for mercy at the Skakoan's feet until he delivered true, divine, and righteous judgment upon them via his massive Skakoan warhammer. When Gat Tambor made his play for Christophsis he executed every single one of his competitors in perfectly legal raids on their place of business. Sure, others were foolish enough to rise and attempt to stand against the war machine's brutal influence, but by the six hundred and sixty-sixth head to be piked, lining the major streets of Chaleydonia. None could be sure where the nigh-omnipotent being that is Gat Tambor came from, with only loose rumors and leads floating about the galaxy. If you asked Shute? The Lord of Pestilence would only laugh, his meaty joules bouncing bodaciously. Shute knew the primal power Tambor possessed pre-dated the state of the galaxy itself.

When his aurodium plated corvette set down on Christophsis, Shute Gunray, the sole descendant of the Gunray Dynasty, floated down the ramp of his ship atop his mobile throne. It flittered down the streets with a dozen aurodium-plated magna guard marching behind him. The display was ostentatious; befitting for Gat Tambor's closest ally. It only grew in hilarity as he began rising into the club. When someone moved up to halt the hulking neimoidian, Shute Gunray spit directly into the human's face. Four of the magna guard's surged forth, activating their electro-staffs before brutally beating the bouncer to death at the foot of the entrance. Without casting a glance in the direction of the unwashed masses, the Second Pillar tossed a large pouch of aurodium to a well-dressed chiss who likely managed the establishment. He stepped aside once feeling the weight of riches within his grasp.

Shute Gunray floated past, his private guard fanning out into the club at various key locations. Two remained beside their monolithic master as he parted the sea of penniless vagrants that made up the host of club-goers on the floor. Once Shute Gunray noticed the titanic being that is Gat Tambor, he floated over and cleared his throat.

"Oh, Gat Tambor, my friend," Shute announced the Viceroy's name so those gathered nearby could hear the proclamation. "The great and powerful Viceroy of Christophsis visiting such a lowly club as this. The peons beneath you are lucky for your graciousness," Shute stated matter-of-factly, his beady neimoidian eyes burning into those closest to them. They stared back in confusion until the twelve magna guards jumped into action in unison. As they approached, those who slighted the Lord of War begged for forgiveness, though their please fell on deaf ears. They were dragged kicking and screaming from the building. A moment or so later, his aurodium-clad droids returned to their positions.

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Eocin Chiyat · Mar 15, 2020

Raising his hairless brow ever so subtly, the Cyborg almost scoffed at

Shute Gunray 's display of gratuitous violence. How undignified; truly, the galaxy had become an uncivilised place in the last few centuries, for such a thing to be perfectly legal... though he had to admit that he certainly wouldn't be mourning that rather rude bouncer.

Eyes gliding over the crowd once more, he noted the people of interest, whether they knew it or not. Few things could escape his cybernetic brain, the sensors in his eyes running facial recognition programs in real-time. Interstellar banker? Dull. Fashion mogul? Bah. Ah... there we go.

Singling out the Imperial in the crowd, Erkhin subtly altered his heading to intercept him as if by coincidence. Once their paths crossed, Erkhin smiled softly. "Ahh... Treasurer-General, no? Tithe?" No need to advertise the extent of his knowledge. "Erkhin Trivohld. Fabricator-General, CEO, et cetera."

Some might hesitate before doing business with the Sith, but Erkhin was ever the pragmatist. Their methods were distasteful, at times, but they sought to bring order to the galaxy. He could respect that, in a way. "Tell me, Mr. Tithe, what brings the Banking Clan to Confederate space?"

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Telis Taharin-Zambrano ,

Cara Dorniarn ,

Scherezade deWinter , &

Aerarii Tithe · Mar 16, 2020

The bouncer at the members entrance to the The Moonstone Club looked at Aerarii, looked down at the identichip he'd been handed, and looked back up at Aerarii again. Two security droids standing to his left and right remained motionless, their borderline equal military crowd control routines awaiting an activation order. Tension slowly began to rise as the bouncer considered his next move. Aerarii was clearly not the much younger face on the chip, which belonged to a junior SIBC analysis who had loaned it to his boss. By the same token, membership was an expensive exercise, and it would not do to put the clubs most loyal patrons offside. With a shrug the bouncer handed back the identichip to Aerarii and admitted him entry.

Inside, the club was exactly as one would expect. Loud music blasted from an omnipresent sound system, garishly dressed patrons mingled and try to one-up each other in displays of personal wealth, and drinks flowed freely at the multiple bars which catered to all digestive requirements. Aerarii visited a bar specialising in humanoid mixology and ordered a drink "Blossum wine, if you will."

Aerarii surveyed the enormous club and spied an unoccupied booth, above which was a symbol matching that on his borrowed identichip. "Membership does have its perks."

He was intercepted en route to the booth by a cyborg whom he had not before encountered. Aerarii offered a hand in greeting. "That is indeed I." He listened as Mr Trivohld introduced himself, his name or that of his company unfamiliar. "And purely a social visit time," he lied. If the Sith-Imperials were found courting business partners in CIS space there would be a lot of explaining to do. "Care to join me?"

Aerarii led the way to the members area, and upon flashing his identichip was granted a small booth. He took a seat on the comfortable lounge and ordered a bottle of blossum wine for the table. "And are you here on leisure as well, or business?"

Eocin Chiyat · Mar 18, 2020

Smiling softly, the feature almost eerie on his obviously synthetic face, skin designed to emphasise its artificial nature, not concealed it. "Certainly."

Taking a seat in the spacious lounge, his smile remained, looking visibly amused. "Much the same as you, I imagine... leisure, then?"

Pausing to allow his eyes to casually glide over the booth, the soft red glow intensifying as he confirmed the lack of any surveillance equipment. The club was wise enough to respect the privacy of its customers, then. Good. "I see your membership buys privacy too. Impressive."

Leaning back in his seat, he recalibrating his tactile sensors to fully experience the luxurious padding, all the while focusing his attention on the Sith-Imperial. "Ah, but Mr. Tithe, I find myself curious about your Empire. So hated by most other governments, and yet so successful in most of its expansion efforts. Kintan was a bit of an exception, no? You were there, I believe - what is your interpretation?"

They had studied that mess attentively - after the fact, of course. Sith-Imperial jamming technology was nothing to scoff at.

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Gat Tambor ,

Telis Taharin-Zambrano ,

Cara Dorniarn ,

Scherezade deWinter , &

Aerarii Tithe · Mar 19, 2020

Aerarii looked around the club, beginning to understand how it worked. The majority of patrons - who in themselves had to be rich, famous or influential to even get in here - mingled on the floor and near the shared bars. Member's booth were scattered throughout the club and ranged in size, style and privacy, with the booth occupied by Aerarii and Erkhin at the upper end of the range based on its fittings, position, and private butler droid. Private balconies with adjacent rooms overlooking the club were the next step up, offering occupants a space to privacy do whatever they pleased. Separately, small platforms floating on repulsorlifts and enshrouded in privacy fields floated around the cavernous club, entry to each likely costing as much as a small private shuttle.

"I'm sure we can both attest that credits buy many things in this galaxy."

Aerarii avoiding furrowing his brow in contemplation when Erkhin mentioned the recent failed invasion of Kintan. While his new acquaintance was outfitted with cybernetic enhancements and likely able to access the holonet to find out about him, the bureaucrat was starting to get the feeling that this meeting was not as coincidental as it seemed. Tact would be required.

"Not all investments pay off I'm afraid, that's how markets work." He took a sip of the blossum wine, avoiding the urge to look around for Erkhin's co-conspirators. Even if this was a setup, it could be profitable to find out the angle that was being worked. "But you humble me Mr Trivohld, I'm but a simple bureaucrat, a humble banker, just trying to keep the wheels of galactic commerce turn."

While both men had declared - be it true or not - that they were hear for leisure, Aerarii always assumed the conversation would turn to business. "Were you impacted by, the, err, chaos at Kintan as I like to call it? Does your company do much work in the area?"

Eocin Chiyat · Mar 20, 2020

The slight dilation of the pupils, the minute movements of his body - ah, so the SIBC official knew that their meeting was no coincidence, then. No matter, all that did was prove that the man was reasonable perceptive - more difficult to lead by his nose, but also more likely to rise farther still.

"Ah, but I find that the difference between commerce and war are so often blurred. The market cares not whether a catastrophe is manmade or natural, and no conquering army has ever accomplished much without bureaucracy to back it ut."

Allowing a slight smile to grace his features, revealing a row of perfectly symmetrical teeth, the cyborg chuckled softly. "Oh, my company have little interest in Kintan, underdeveloped and uncivilised as it is..."

"... but both my government and I have a vested interest in the quarrels of the powers that be - in who rises and who falls."

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Gat Tambor ,

Telis Taharin-Zambrano ,

Cara Dorniarn ,

Scherezade deWinter , &

Telis Taharin-Zambrano · Mar 20, 2020

Amidst the conversations around him, Telis spied a few familiar faces in the crowd, such as that of his ally back in Ronion,

Aerarii Tithe , who was in his own right far more admirable than Telis himself. Alongside him were others whose names he knew:

Gat Tambor , the tyrant of trade, and the far more unpleasantly violent, tasteless, and boisterous,

Shute Gunray . Two men of high esteem and ancient heritage far more powerful than his own, but Telis ignore them for now. He had one focus, and a call to order perhaps might benefit the various parties present for the Sith Lord in front of him.

”This is indeed the esteemed Ms. Cara Dorniarn, current owner of Dorniarn Foundryworks, and a good friend to me, especially after the terrible tragedy of my house on Coruscant… but, we aren’t here to talk about family history, now, aren’t we?” Telis did his best to drown out the rather loud praisings of Shute Gunray for sake of his own sanity when trying to hold his conversation with

Avernus . Letting his hands drift behind his back and clasping together in a stance of traditional formality, Telis motioned a hand towards an empty booth off to the side, a motion he accentuated for others to see by having his hand glow a bright gold while he held his hand out towards the more private place of sitting, a beacon that was surrounded by the influence of the Dark Side for those skilled in seeing it.

”I figured after a long journey here for many of us, it would be a good opportunity for us to sit down and sample some of the local brews. I’ll be happy to pay for the drinks, as after all, I have found myself with money to spare, and nothing to truly do with it. Quite a bit of a crime, is it not, Lord Avernus?” Telis had begun to wind the watch of his wit, chortling at his own “predicament” while motioning for

Cara Dorniarn to join him, but allowing Avernus to take the first step - after all, it was rude for a guest to outwardly try to take control of a meeting. He kept his eyes on the others gathered about, as though competition was always a threat, the more people attempting to buy in, the more Avernus would be hopefully willing to sell out.

”Though, it had slipped my mind to ask before, to which I truly apologize - how was your flight here? Hopefully comfortable and without too much trouble landing in. Traffic was terrible, as I’m sure Ms. Dorniarn could tell you, although the sights of the city were simply stunning. I simply have to acquire some real estate here someday, but despite the… authoritativeness of the city, New Kaas is maintained well. Far safer than Galactic City right now.” Telis had done a good job of separating his Sith and Investor lives, but his place of current residence on Dromund Kaas is where they cusped, threatening to overlap and spill into one another. Telis was sure that he was more than skilled enough to keep his business rolling even if it did come out that he was a member of the Dark Side cult, but it would cut off a fair few business opportunities.

Having returned his hand to the small of his back, Telis would await to see where Avernus went, following after him should he decide to move to the suggested booth near Aerarii Tithe and his current conversation with a breezy yet casual walk. Thanks to Shute Gunray, it was far easier for Telis to speak in order to be heard without having to raise his voice almost to a shout, and thus, it was much easier for him to continue onto longer sentences. To that end, Telis could agree that Shute Gunray’s unnecessary display of violence was both helpful and entertaining, though there was a tiny bit of a second thought telling him that it could become something quite dangerous if the night moved on in the way Telis expected it to.

With Cara at his side, however, and at least two other imperial allies, Telis felt he had a leg up on this business opportunity. Plus, if things went incredibly well, Telis might land another connection to his web after this was all said and done.

Cara Dorniarn · Mar 20, 2020

Cara kept a straight face, even after seeing the smirk fold the Sith Pureblood's cheek. She glanced down to the offered hand with an unimpressed eye. If this were anywhere else she would have nodded then stepped away, unwilling to oblige such impertinence. But this was a business meeting, no matter how well disguised under the roof of a guileful high roller's paradise. She moved a single arm from behind and met his hand with her own, a metal thumb rolling the knuckles of his hand. Completely on accident, of course. Once that was over her hand would return to her back.

With

Telis Taharin-Zambrano 's introduction she gave a slight bow, "A pleasure, Lord Avernus." She was content with Telis taking the reins of the conversation, greatly preferring a more observationist role to gauge the tone of their meeting.

She chanced an amused smile as Telis joked of his harrowing situation. Too many credits with nothing to throw them at, a crime indeed.

A sampling of brews? That was a venture worth supporting. She followed the two at her own moseying pace, taking care to note the presence of others nearby. There was much to see and hear if one felt through the Force. Telis was a familiar marker and one she knew well. The rest of the room boasted a diverse collection of findings. A hidden weapon there, a prosthetic liver here, datapads loaded with heavily encrypted files, and more. Of course the ratty Skakoan registered, the ticks of stressed sensors signaling their job of regulating his suit's environment. But oh, what was this?

Cara just recognized the treasure general, not personally familiar with the man. But that which he spoke with? That was barely a man. The smooth hums of the sprawling cybernetics were sweet music to a trained ear. The circuitry was pure craftsmanship of the finest quality, and in all it must have cost the sum of a diminutive planet. She sensed a void in the head-- the only place where organic tissue must have been. Oh gods, nanobots. She almost stared too long before directing her attention to her business partner and the pureblood.

There was a sensation which didn't originate from any electric device. Cara felt watched. She turned her head in nonchalant fashion. Seated across the room was a Zeltron, pink and smirking. The woman winked, to which Cara straightened, arched a brow, then turned to face closer company.

"It took quite a bit of convincing to pry Mr. Taharin from Coruscant, to be sure," She tilted her head, "Not meaning to change the subject, but have either of you gentlemen been exposed to a beverage dubbed "Breath of Heaven?""

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Scherezade deWinter · Apr 10, 2020