InterGalactic Expo [PM for Invite]

[thegreatbeyonder]

"Docking ports three through sixteen are ready to receive. Ports one and two are locked down due to biological contamination."

Orbiting the the remote world of Janara III, a lone starship and its crew are preparing for a host of guests. Already several of the exhibits are on display, including the unusually distracting Tenloss attractions near the front entrance.

Deeper within the hull, a cocktail lounge serving food and drinks is made available to those seeking relaxation away from the main event. As well, accommodations have been made for all who wish to spend the night, should they desire to rest before making their leave.

Whatever products guests wish to display will be placed at various points throughout the starship; assuring that they're not only seen but tastefully complimented by their surroundings.

The night itself is to the guest, their choices are theirs alone, and any outcomes a reflection soon to follow...

Welcome to the InterGalactic Expo.

[member="Popo"] | [member="Rusty"] | [member="Watcher Three"] | [member="stardust"] | [member="Lucien Cordel"] | [member="Jorus Merrill"] | [member="Alric Kuhn"] | [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] | [member="Danger Arceneau"] | [member="Samael Rekali"] | [member="Sayl Bane"] | [member="Dresden Verbrennung"] | [member="Dart the Amaran"] | [member="Shane Zion"] | [member="Ebon"]

 

[Seraphina Shel'tah]

G.E.A.R execs had received an impromptu invitation to join an expo aboard a starship above Janara III, an invitation that was warmly accepted as a promising opportunity to both view other corporate products and showcase their own, as well as expand their connections to other businesses. Given that this was strictly a business venture, and a representative of the company for which she operated, the Twi'lek opted to leave behind both armor and weapons, as well as her starfighter, opting for the weaponless LUX-YT68 yacht instead. Besides, that ship was meant for such occasions, to provide comfortable living and sleeping quarters for trips if and when necessary.

As she approached the starship which would be hosting the expo the woman transmitted her ship's ID and cargo and awaited a response and dock to land upon. Once given clearance she would switch the ship to autopilot to allow her time to gather a few things she would need for the day before proceeding towards the exit as the ramp lowered at dock 3. Given that her products were relatively small, she had brought a number of samples with her to hand out to other guests.

[member="Popo"] | [member="Rusty"] | [member="Watcher Three"] | [member="stardust"] | [member="Lucien Cordel"] | [member="Jorus Merrill"] | [member="Alric Kuhn"] | [member="Arian Lenar"] | [member="Danger Arceneau"] | [member="Samael Rekali"] | [member="Sayl Bane"] | [member="Dresden Verbrennung"] | [member="Dart the Amaran"] | [member="Shane Zion"] | [member="Ebon"]

 

[Rusty]

Undoubtedly, most of the guests here would have all sorts of fancy gadgets on display. Rusty could see tables set up with all sorts of high end kit, most of it well ahead of the cutting edge.

He didn't have any of that.

His booth was off in a corner, away from the glittering lights and gadgets. The hulking Shard's face was concealed by the shadows cast by his cowl, and the staff had politely informed him that the glowing silver eyes were upsetting. He offered to remove the cowl, but once they saw the skull-like thing that was his face, they had insisted that he leave the cowl in place and found him a booth off to the side.

That was fine by Rusty. If he still had been in his HRD body, he would have been grinning. Unfortunately, it was down for maintenance, so facial expressions were out of the picture.

Anyway, instead of showing off the latest and greatest in high tech gadgetry, the Shard only had one item for display: Gertrude.

The massive rifle was sitting on a table in the center of the booth, harsh, artificial lighting bathing it in an unforgiving white glow that showed off every scuff, scratch, pit, and ding. She was immaculately clean, but that only served to highlight the fact that this was a weapon that had seen action aplenty.

A simple paper sign taped to the table read "Not For Sale."

Gertrude was here as a technological demonstrator, meant to show off what Rusty was capable of. The old girl herself couldn't be bought or sold without violating several dozen galactic and planetary laws regarding the proliferation of weapons of mass destruction.




[member="Popo"] | [member="Arian Lenar"] | [member="Watcher Three"] | [member="stardust"] | [member="Lucien Cordel"] | [member="Jorus Merrill"] | [member="Alric Kuhn"] | [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] | [member="Danger Arceneau"] | [member="Samael Rekali"] | [member="Sayl Bane"] | [member="Dresden Verbrennung"] | [member="Dart the Amaran"] | [member="Shane Zion"] | [member="Ebon"]

 

[Watcher Three]

Watcher was sitting in a chair, with his feet propped up on the edge of the booth he'd been given. He knew the basic layout of this deck of the ship they were all on, and he had to admit that he was interested in seeing (or at least checking out) the other tables. His own table was covered in red paint, with a couple of copies of Typhoon Squadron's flag draped over it. To somebody with actual eyesight, it probably looked like a parody of a presidential desk. To top it off, there was a scale model of the Spyglass sitting on the table.

With no actual physical products that were available for display, Watcher had a short record of the Squadron's defenses of Virgillia on a holo, as well as the announcement for the Typhoon-sponsored festivities for the planet's weird paintball holiday. If somebody was very serious about seeing one of the Ironworks' products, they could board his shuttle and do a flyby of the actual Typhoon flagship.

For now, though, he was just sitting there and waiting for somebody to come over. If that somebody happened to be Stardust, all the better. Maybe he'd have something more pleasant to do than sit here and drink.

[member='stardust'] [member="Rusty"] [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] [member="Arian Lenar"]

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Oh fun fancy things.....

Stardust wasn't one for being dressed up no did she like fancy dresses, however being the top pilot in typhoon squadron she would make a appearance

Sighing she had on a low cut dress that had a small v cut on the back

She walked over to [member="Watcher Three"] and sat down"how's it been so far

She said looking out amongst the crowd"

 

[Watcher Three]

"It's been quiet, Dusty. While you were gone, Tenloss set up their parade float or whatever the hell that was, and there was a droid or something carrying a huge rifle around."

Watcher quickly kissed Stardust on the cheek as she sat down next to him. If he was fairly obvious about his affection, who would actually care? He was a frakking mercenary commander, and she was basically the entirety of his fighter command group. Worse relationships between coworkers happened.

He raised an eyebrow as his arm went around her, and his hand felt the skin of her back. Did that mean she was in a dress? She'd made it kind of clear to him that she didn't go for fancy clothing. He smiled at her crookedly.

"You didn't have to dress up. I was kind of excited to see how you fit your uniform. Er, well... feel how you fit your uniform."

[member="stardust"]

 

[Mara D'Lessio Merrill]

The Baobab Astrography booth wasn't actually there, not in the sense of being a booth in any serious way. Mara had a chair, a small table with some datacards, and a holoprojector.

She had, however, brought a galaxy.

Holographic. Eight metres across. Rotating slowly above her head while proprietary lanes glimmered. This whole end of the bazaar danced with the light of a million pinpoint high-fidelity stars.

Mara adjusted the little placard that said 'maps,' and thought about life choices.

 

[thegreatbeyonder]

"Looks like folk are starting to arrive," the dockmaster leaned back and stared out of the viewport at the starships coming into port.

Elsewhere aboard the vessel, in a more unfamiliar and vacant area, Arian propped himself against the wall with an old DH-17 visibly holstered at his hip. The spacer didn't much like events such as these, but for him this wasn't actually a business expo... It was an opportunity. For the couriers who have been more or less on their own since their mysterious backers never seem to communicate directly, getting the resources they needed was unusually challenging.

That is why Arian's cell leader had decided to take matters into their own hands for the time being. His objective was simple: Identify the nature of all their guests, and determine whether or not any of them would prove useful to their cause. At the very least he'd have social outing with a few high-profile individuals from around the galaxy; which wasn't so bad all things considered.

Tilting his head to the side, and glancing to the doorway, Arian let out a light sigh before pushing himself off the wall and slowly walking down the corridor. When he neared, the door slid open in a hissing fashion then closing seconds after he had crossed through it. Now the man stood in a much more familiar atmosphere, except much to his surprise a rather large hologram of a galaxy floated above his head. Now that was a peculiar sight.

Arian raised an eyebrow, bringing a hand to the right side of his neck and rubbing it. That was before he noticed the young girl sitting behind the holoprojector itself, "there's no way you belong here," Arian muttered to himself. He did realize there were plenty of young people taking up roles in enterprise, and that he himself--at the age of twenty-nine--wasn't qualified as being much better than young himself. However; seeing her behind something so impressive did happen to rub him the wrong way.

No matter... If there is anything the Couriers needed, it was maps. Proper navigation paved way for many things, including lucrative things. If not now; he'd definitely return to her stand after exploring the other displays.

Until then, he couldn't help but wonder if the others were underway on their far more interesting task.

[member="Popo"] | [member="Watcher Three"] | [member="stardust"] | [member="Lucien Cordel"] | [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] | [member="Alric Kuhn"] | [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] | [member="Danger Arceneau"] | [member="Samael Rekali"] | [member="Sayl Bane"] | [member="Dart the Amaran"] | [member="Shane Zion"] | [member="Ebon"]

 

[Seraphina Shel'tah]

Sera had finally managed to gather the items she had brought with her and began to setup a rather modest display, a small table with a few things laid out, a discreet energy shield bracelet, an optics lens for enhanced vision, as well as an injection tool to dispense bacta shots, as well as her EXO bodysuit which stood beside the table, worn by a mannequin, while along the wall behind her hung the rather prevalent jetpack that G.E.A.R had just recently released.

A small holovid would project outwards to display the names of the products, and more detailed descriptions of each in the event that any would-be passerby took interest in what laid before them. For obvious reasons, the droid sample that was on display was non-functional, lest she run the risk of causing substantial electronic damage to everything within the ship. The Twi'lek would sit back, taking a short rest and answering any questions that folks may have before she took a gander around at the others herself.

[member="Popo"] | [member="Rusty"] | [member="Watcher Three"] | [member="stardust"] | [member="Lucien Cordel"] | [member="Jorus Merrill"] | [member="Alric Kuhn"] | [member="Arian Lenar"] | [member="Danger Arceneau"] | [member="Samael Rekali"] | [member="Sayl Bane"] | [member="Dresden Verbrennung"] | [member="Dart the Amaran"] | [member="Shane Zion"] | [member="Ebon"]

 

[Sayl Bane]

Spoiler

As a note, this is before the whole Sayl being Sith thing, so ignore the tag.

"You know, it'd be easier to lift a fortune off of these people rather than figure out who they're working with. The offer's out there." These were the words Sayl muttered quietly to one [member="Arian Lenar"] as she fell in step beside him, dark eyes roving over the few booths assembled. The only time she ever found herself in similar scenarios was when she was searching for pockets to pick, and this regrettably wasn't the case when it came to this venue. No, this time her task was more...well, noble wasn't the exact word she would have chosen, but it was close enough to the truth, she supposed. This had to be better than stealing credits, at least, and made her some kind of better person.

Being who they were, the Couriers hadn't hosted this event just for the sake of it. There were other motives at work, ones that wouldn't be brought to light just yet until it was deemed the proper time. For now she would merely wander, doing what any street rat did best: observing. Reading people was a habit she had picked up on very early in her childhood, and she found that talent was put exceedingly to work among this new group of vagabonds she had found a home with. It was better than life out on the streets, anyway. Booted feet scuffed slightly on the deck of the ship. "So we're playing the long game, then?" There were much better games to occupy one's time with, in her opinion, but she would go along with things. For now.

 

[Anu Sitaru]

Anu yawned and looked at her booth. She had several Stormtrooper helms and body suits for sell.
She had her clan flag stapled on the back of her booth. The flag had the black sun syndicate logo.