Is Your Fridge Running?

[Isley Verd]

There wasn't a man, or ape for that matter, who didn't know the name Arceneau.

For quite some time, the Queen of Commerce had made a name that reached across the vast Galaxy...And for that reason, the Behemoth made certain to come correct. You see, Malok and his warriors had a certain need - one that was being fulfilled mostly by Corondex Arms. However, as ApeX expanded and took on more open recruiting, they would need the ability to arm their men on a whim. Thus had the ApeX Commander reached out across the HoloNet, setting up an appointment with the Queen herself.

Thus, at the appointed hour, an azure projection manifested itself within the office of [member="Danger Arceneau"]. It was mammoth by hologram standards and featured a scarred, simian face. Yet, despite the furry exterior, Malok presented himself with a polite half-bow of greeting. "Good evening, Ms. Arceneau." he began. "I truly appreciate both your, and Browncoat's, time in this matter." Rising, he set his amber gaze upon her eyes. "My name is Malok, Commander of ApeX."

"And as I'm sure your receptionist has said...I seek arms for my men."

 

[Danger Arceneau]

[member="Malok"]

More often than naught Saffron or Aeri would take calls. But every now and then Danger had it in her to get her hands dirty again. To get back into the game, even if it was for a meeting or two. Her time was now spent focusing on her daughter and her health. Asmus and she had done all they possibly could to try and find the best doctors for Myra and whatever ailed her. In the end, they decided that creating Arkuhn Medical would be the best way they could fight this together as a family. Only by bringing and hiring the best minds in medical research and healthcare could they be able to discover the mysterious illness that had taken over the young girl's body.

Needing a bit of distraction, Danger Arceneau took the call. Her hair flowed in soft crimson waves down to her shoulders. She wore a modest, but flattering blue dress. Her holographic image would reveal an older, but still visibly striking woman. Although that didn't compare to the mammoth of a Ma'alkerrite before her.


[ Good evening Mistah Malok. ] her voice would drawl out with cordial welcome. There was a soft smile upon her lips, and she gave an incline of her head. One thing that Danger prided herself was her ability to do her best to feel anyone like a welcomed guest.

[The pleasure is all mine. ] she assured him. Danger had been informed that the Commander of ApeX was interested in buying armstech.

[ I would be happy to assist with your needs, Mistah Malok. ] she began, moving next with. [ With what arms may I be able to assist with?]

Was it a one-time contract? Or an ongoing term?

 

[Isley Verd]

The esteemed reputation of [member="Danger Arceneau"] was one well-earned by her demeanor. Even via holo-call, she carried herself in a dignified manner. However, the estranged noble did not detect the same air of superiority that plagued others with power. She seemed...genuine...and that alone caused Malok to smile ever so slightly. Business began near instantly following their introduction - Danger wanted to know the nature of Malok's pending purchase.

"The nature of the company I've built is militant. We provide security and supplement the...aggressive ventures of others willing to foot the bill. What I'm looking for today is the means to equip the men I have today, whilst also forming a contract to arm whomever I recruit tomorrow." Tomorrow being used metaphorically of course.

"In both cases, I am interested in the whole of Browncoat's lineup. From slugthrowers to ordnance. At this current moment, ApeX would need enough to comfortably arm a standard legion."

[member="Danger Arceneau"]

 

[Danger Arceneau]

[member="Malok"]

The redhead Queen of Trade gave a subtle nod, leaning back against her chair as she considered Malok's words. She wasn't one to look down upon such contracts; Arceneau Trade's bread and butter came started from such. Danger knew that she wouldn't have brought her company at the level it existed without the needs of the mercenary arts.

"Reckon we can do you just right by that." Danger began, her voice still holding a slight twang to her speak. Her upper torso went leaning forward, the woman reaching out for a small data pad.

"With such a large bulk order, I'd be happy to set you up right with a discount." it was only fair and it set the foundation for any future endeavors. She stated a price, which true to her nature and those who had worked for her in the past was fair, reasonable, and still made a profit.

"Is there anything else you might need for Apex?" she inquired, doing a few quick calculations.

 

[Isley Verd]

The Queen was kind.

Her tone did not waver - the unique twang of her voice sang through the channel with every word. In all his decades of life, the Behemoth had not witnessed such an accent; and for a moment he wondered where the woman was from. Of course, if this were a conversation of leisure, he might have asked...but this was the mother of all commerce here.

The Queen was merciful.

With a price named, Malok found himself relatively comfortable. He had started the conversation confident that the company's accounts would take a hefty blow - but in the end the discount proved more than satisfactory. If anything, it would ensure that ApeX would come to ATC for additional business in the future.

"You have my sincere thanks, Ms. Arceneau." came the Behemoth's response. He even coupled this with a polite decline of his head. He then righted himself before continuing on. "My next request is one of...ammenitites. My men have only just come into proper facilities to lay their heads and I would like to give them a quality of life increase. I noticed that ATC produced a NexChek messenger and thought it would be an excellent gift to my personnel."

There was but one more matter that the Behemoth had to discuss following this, but one thing at a time.

[member="Danger Arceneau"]

 

[Danger Arceneau]

[member="Malok"]

The mention of the NexChek Messenger system may Danger's smile broaden. The holographic application allowed a user to be able to connect to several others within a localized area, sector, or the entire galaxy. By and large, it was at text messaging system. However, there are extra features and utilities that made it a premier messenger system.

Generally, the application itself is free. Anyone was able to go ahead and download it and utilize it within their own data pad, wrist band, or data terminal. The cost came if a company wanted to make it personalized for their own use. For example if they wanted to utilize it as an Intranet on top of all the standard features.

"That's easy enough," The woman said. " what are you looking to customize? "

 

[Isley Verd]

The Ma'alkerrite was many things - a former noble, a Commander, and even a lover of art. However, when it came to excessively technical things, he was...bad. As such, for the next few moments, Malok attempted to articulate what he desired for out of the NexChek Messenger. By and large, he wanted it to be utilized as an Intranet for their various, physical locations. A secure means of instant communication between the men, their comrades, and home if they so chose. Once all was said, the Behemoth then asked:

"Is this at all plausible?"

[member="Danger Arceneau"]

 

[Danger Arceneau]

[member="Malok"]

Danger gave a nod. It was one of the more common requests. Most companies wanted to ensure there was a viable internet with notable security features. NexChek could provide that. All that was required would be the specifications of security level and how they would want it set up.

"Aye, Mistah Malok." Danger replied, making another small note in her datapad. "All depends on just what sort of security and features you desire. The more in depth, the more time it would require to ensure the final product is what you desire. We utilize socket guards and the latest anti-slicing technology to assure you peace of mind."

 

[Isley Verd]

"Time is no obstacle Ms. Arceneau," began the Behemoth "I would much prefer absolute peace of mind in regards to our network security. As such, I humbly request that you make our systems as secure as possible." The last thing ApeX needed was a leak of intelligence, whether it be clients, employees, or otherwise. Discretion was something valued immensely in their field, and any lapse was costly.

In the moment that followed, Malok's gaze briefly departed from the Queen of Trade. A notification had popped up on his terminal...and he had explicitly adjusted his settings so that only emergency missives snuck through. A discreet movement of his finger saw the message revealed...and the Behemoth chuckled.

"My Lieutenant has a sixty thousand credit question for you, Ms. Arceneau, if your humor would oblige me." he said, returning his amber eyes to her face. "Is your Refrigerator running?"

[member="Danger Arceneau"]

 

[Danger Arceneau]

[member="Malok"]

For a brief moment, the Queen of Trade's expression seemed a bit taken a back. Her lashes gave a small, slow blink as if processing the inquiry. It had taken a few seconds before the dawning realization swept over her features.

Then her shoulders began to shake.

Amusement glittered within the depths of her green eyes. She understood now where the question came from. The rhyme and reason of it all.

With a purse of her lips that would suggest she was trying her best to maintain her composure amdist the desire to laugh, Danger Arceneau gave a small nod.

"Why yes, yes Mistah Malok. It is indeed running. "