NPC Account
Objective: Boardroom
Appearing as: Sola Ember
Tags:
Adhira Chandra
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Auteme
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Denzul Vosh-Sularen
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Urban Dreyson
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Faith Organa
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Aerarii Tithe
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Darkwire Maestro
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Kadora'Tra
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Gemma Hentz
Sola was pleased when the conversation turned to the actual topic of the meeting. Even from her place at the refreshments station, the Firrerreo woman could feel the change in atmosphere in the room. With the dog and pony show over, and the players settled into position, the actual business of the day could begin.
One carefully filled glass of water was carried across the room, to be deposited in front of Marlene Starlight. The defense industrialist hardly gave her assistant acknowledgement for the task, but Sola was used to that. She stepped back from the table, clearing out of the way until needed once more. Sola didn't mind the invisible nature of her presence, it gave her the chance to observe and listen to those who didn't expect to be overheard.
Here, it gave the woman a chance to glean the temperament of a foreign government as well.
If Marlene embodied a visible sense of power, Chandra's radiance would read as inimitable grace. While the DireX commonly sparred and schemed against one another, the Alliance Chancellor took any shortcomings of the circumstances not as slights or setbacks but rather as the status quo. Sola wondered what the woman was like in private, whether the public demeanor of Chandra was as much of a mask as Marlene was displaying right now. She rarely heard a kind word from her boss, unless Marlene wanted something important in return.
Marlene was hard to read from behind, but Sola knew her boss well enough to gauge her reactions as the treaty text appeared before them. Her cybernetic implants could control her facial expressions, but Marlene's body language was still legible. By the way her boss tilted her head, just ever so slightly to the left, Sola knew that the treaty's terms were still unfavorable to Starlight.
Of course, Sola already knew this, having discussed them with her boss many times over the past few weeks as the negotiations operated over the HoloNet and through meetings of intermediaries. Today was a day of performance, not truly one of negotiation. That was already over, all that was left was one final show of bargaining to maintain the delicate balance of power between the two galactic nations present.
Marlene adjusted herself a moment later, and to anyone else in the room it would only look like a minor shift in posture. A discomfort of the chair, a chill in the room, or even an errant gas bubble from lunch. Very few beings would think much of Marlene's tells beyond those who knew her the best.
Sola watched Marlene as other DireX spoke, as did the representative of Xopsaloff. Marlene barely reacted to Luminous Sun's suggestion, nor the support from Gemma Hentz. It wasn't until Manfloon spoke that she saw another shift, a more irritable posture that Sola took with a bit of amusement.
Marlene didn't care for Diviak Manfloon on a good day, but Sola sense that her boss cared even less for his attempts at profiteering another nation's resources. The Mining Union's approach to acquisition was a definition beyond the reasoning of most sane beings in the galaxy, and the one-pristine worlds of Belazura and Sarko VI were beginning to learn that definition firsthand. It was not an experience that Sola would wish on any inhabited systems that fell victim to Manfloon's designs.
If there was one bright spot at all in the initial round of addendums, Sola found, it was hearing the CorpSec officer —Catradora was it?— speak out of turn. Marlene shifted in a way that indicated some level of surprise, likely at the audacity of anyone in the Farguhl's position to deign speaking as if they were an equal to the other DireX, but Sola soon saw something that surprised even her. Marlene's posture shifted to one of a receptive demeanor, the CorpSec officer had fumbled into the very terms that Marlene herself had wanted to propose, though Sola noted they were much more crude than the language Sola had drafted for the amendment.
Through it all, Marlene remained silent. Sola knew Marlene, she knew what to look for to find reactions, but most of all she knew her boss wanted the appearance of control most of all. Letting the other DireX speak their minds and add suggestions let Marlene look as if she was in control, that her silence was consent, and her words were the final decision on the matter.
And from what Sola knew, Marlene wouldn't speak until she had the upper hand. With a foreign delegation that was more of a counterpart than adversaries to Marlene Starlight, even Sola wasn't certain when that would happen. The woman turned her gaze to the person she knew Marlene would be watching for a response, Adhira Chandra.
Appearing as: Sola Ember
Tags:
Adhira Chandra
|
Auteme
|
Denzul Vosh-Sularen
|
Urban Dreyson
|
Faith Organa
|
Aerarii Tithe
|
Darkwire Maestro
|
Kadora'Tra
|
Gemma Hentz
Sola was pleased when the conversation turned to the actual topic of the meeting. Even from her place at the refreshments station, the Firrerreo woman could feel the change in atmosphere in the room. With the dog and pony show over, and the players settled into position, the actual business of the day could begin.
One carefully filled glass of water was carried across the room, to be deposited in front of Marlene Starlight. The defense industrialist hardly gave her assistant acknowledgement for the task, but Sola was used to that. She stepped back from the table, clearing out of the way until needed once more. Sola didn't mind the invisible nature of her presence, it gave her the chance to observe and listen to those who didn't expect to be overheard.
Here, it gave the woman a chance to glean the temperament of a foreign government as well.
If Marlene embodied a visible sense of power, Chandra's radiance would read as inimitable grace. While the DireX commonly sparred and schemed against one another, the Alliance Chancellor took any shortcomings of the circumstances not as slights or setbacks but rather as the status quo. Sola wondered what the woman was like in private, whether the public demeanor of Chandra was as much of a mask as Marlene was displaying right now. She rarely heard a kind word from her boss, unless Marlene wanted something important in return.
Marlene was hard to read from behind, but Sola knew her boss well enough to gauge her reactions as the treaty text appeared before them. Her cybernetic implants could control her facial expressions, but Marlene's body language was still legible. By the way her boss tilted her head, just ever so slightly to the left, Sola knew that the treaty's terms were still unfavorable to Starlight.
Of course, Sola already knew this, having discussed them with her boss many times over the past few weeks as the negotiations operated over the HoloNet and through meetings of intermediaries. Today was a day of performance, not truly one of negotiation. That was already over, all that was left was one final show of bargaining to maintain the delicate balance of power between the two galactic nations present.
Marlene adjusted herself a moment later, and to anyone else in the room it would only look like a minor shift in posture. A discomfort of the chair, a chill in the room, or even an errant gas bubble from lunch. Very few beings would think much of Marlene's tells beyond those who knew her the best.
Sola watched Marlene as other DireX spoke, as did the representative of Xopsaloff. Marlene barely reacted to Luminous Sun's suggestion, nor the support from Gemma Hentz. It wasn't until Manfloon spoke that she saw another shift, a more irritable posture that Sola took with a bit of amusement.
Marlene didn't care for Diviak Manfloon on a good day, but Sola sense that her boss cared even less for his attempts at profiteering another nation's resources. The Mining Union's approach to acquisition was a definition beyond the reasoning of most sane beings in the galaxy, and the one-pristine worlds of Belazura and Sarko VI were beginning to learn that definition firsthand. It was not an experience that Sola would wish on any inhabited systems that fell victim to Manfloon's designs.
If there was one bright spot at all in the initial round of addendums, Sola found, it was hearing the CorpSec officer —Catradora was it?— speak out of turn. Marlene shifted in a way that indicated some level of surprise, likely at the audacity of anyone in the Farguhl's position to deign speaking as if they were an equal to the other DireX, but Sola soon saw something that surprised even her. Marlene's posture shifted to one of a receptive demeanor, the CorpSec officer had fumbled into the very terms that Marlene herself had wanted to propose, though Sola noted they were much more crude than the language Sola had drafted for the amendment.
Through it all, Marlene remained silent. Sola knew Marlene, she knew what to look for to find reactions, but most of all she knew her boss wanted the appearance of control most of all. Letting the other DireX speak their minds and add suggestions let Marlene look as if she was in control, that her silence was consent, and her words were the final decision on the matter.
And from what Sola knew, Marlene wouldn't speak until she had the upper hand. With a foreign delegation that was more of a counterpart than adversaries to Marlene Starlight, even Sola wasn't certain when that would happen. The woman turned her gaze to the person she knew Marlene would be watching for a response, Adhira Chandra.
