Just Business... Right? [invite Only]

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Her visit to the Jackals new space station had been cut short. An assassination apparently. And one that surprisingly enough had not been aimed at her. There was the true surprise in all of this. Not that a presumably Sith assassin had snuck aboard the station, but that the target had been quite frankly an unimportant Jackal crew member. Unimportant in the grand scheme anyway. Very important to his fellow Jackals.

Perhaps it had been meant to serve as a reminder to the Jackals that they were supposed to belong to the Sith. That they were supposed to turn on her. To bring her to those who forced them to bend the knee.

If that was the case it had done exactly the opposite. McNash had revealed the Sith's involvement with the Jackals to her and come to her for help in building him a stronger more force resistant body. And she had obliged. If anything, her relationship with the Jackals was more solid than ever, and the Sith had best mind that they kept the pirates pacified with credits, or they might wind up on the wrong end of their blasters.

Still, this was all old news and not what she was currently revisiting. She'd been speaking with one [member="Triam Akovin"] when everything had gone to hell, and she was still interested in the woman's business. With a name and the knowledge that she had a company, it didn't take long to find a way to contact her, and so the Twi'lek keyed in a message, quick and to the point.

///begin transmission..
To: Triam Akovin
From: Chiasa Kritivaas

Akovin, we spoke briefly aboard the Jackals space station before being interrupted. You'd mentioned your company. I, and there for the Red Ravens, am still interested. Shall we find time to chat?

...end transmission///

 

[Cassus Akovin]

Aboard the Junk'd Up Ship...

Triam Akovin opened her holographic mailbox, and sifted through the various job opportunities, offers, and requests happening all around the galaxy. Suddenly however, he inbox received a message. In some ways this was unusual, she was not used to getting mail from people, it just didn't really happen is all. She almost ignored it, though she was glad she didn't. Clicking on the icon with a hand swipe in the air, she nearly sat bolt upright when it was clearly from her target: the biggest bounty in the galaxy... for now.

///begin transmission..
To: Triam Akovin
From: Chiasa Kritivaas

Akovin, we spoke briefly aboard the Jackals space station before being interrupted. You'd mentioned your company. I, and there for the Red Ravens, am still interested. Shall we find time to chat?

...end transmission///

That little stunt on the space station paid off... though it wasn't so much of a stunt as it was giving someone interested in business a name to work with and a quick out of site get away. There wasn't any mention of her specific escape from the station, though she supposed even if you were the President of one of the stronger nations in the galaxy (albeit a criminal one), you couldn't be on the specifics of everything that went down around that wasn't explicitly some huge development.

Quickly, she hashed up a response.

///begin transmission..
To: Chiasa Kritivaas
From: Triam Akovin

It would certainly be in my best interest to find the time to speak with you. Is there anything that I should be calling you, given your status as President, or shall we move for a more personal usage of names? Aside from that, we will need to arrange some sort of meeting.

I understand that this could be complicated given your status, but there really is no compare to personally witnessing technology, as opposed to me describing it to you through a rose tinted window.

I'm a fairly mobile person, so I can arrive at any location you deem most comfortable for you.

Let me know.

...end transmission///

[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Chiasa scanned the reply, and her mouth twitched up slightly. While she was happy to dispense with formalities, it certainly won points with her when people observed them to start with. She'd worked damned hard to get where she was, and it was nice when this was acknowledged.

Her fingers flew as she sent a quick reply.

///begin transmission...

To: [member="Triam Akovin"]
From: Chiasa Kritivaas

Personal name usage is fine, President has always struck me as a bit of an odd title considering my.. organization. Do you prefer first or last? I've no preference, but some do.

Considering the unique nature of most of your products from what I could glean I am inclined to agree. As such while I would usually suggest the Golden Nautolan on Nar Shaddaa, it is possible that depending on what products you intend to demonstrate that might not be practical. Nar Shaddaa or Antecedent are most convenient for me, I will leave the precise location to you, you know what facilities you need to showcase your products better than I would.

...end transmission///

 

[Cassus Akovin]

///begin transmission..
To: [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]
From: Triam Akovin

Let's go by last names, as I've gotten older I've taken a liking to people calling me "Ms. Akovin", for no reason that I can remember. Akovin is fine however.

With formalities squared away I'd make my preference be Nar Shaddaa I suppose, merely because I am unfamiliar with Antecedent. Though it does entice me to visit a new world. Perhaps you could show me some time if our business relationship grows?

See you on Nar Shaddaa.

...end transmission///

Things were working themselves out smoothly, and it was probably due to her legitimate interest in the things she was saying. In a perfect world it would really be nice to have such a relationship out in space, but she had plenty of connections already, and she didn't want to start gleaming down the more criminal path... she already had a very extensive history with crime she didn't seek to expand upon. Or at least, not a great deal.

After all, it was all just business as usual for her. Nothing personal.

"Ay Rigsy!" She called out to her manufacturing droid, "Get on producing those M.E.A.D. Gloves, I'll need one."

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Aboard the Junk'd Up Ship...

An ancient YT-1300 Light Freighter leaped out of hyperspace over the smugglers moon, a bustling metropolis of grimy filth and frivolously spent money. This would be the location where her technologies would be measured, weighed, and found comprehensively abundant. Unfortunately it wasn't known for its force users... but soon the President would likely find out the full capabilities of her technology soon enough.

She ran over in her head the best ways she could get the President alone if she held company, and how to earn her trust enough to get her to follow her. After all, they only had a chance encounter on some space station, there wasn't a whole lot of information to go off of... although Triam's company information was public, and with her personal endorsement of iBorg, it would be clear that her reputation extended across the galaxy. Even more so if she could stumble upon old recordings of her old fights in the Tournament of the Cauldron, becoming "The Relentless" in the arena, second only to Mikhail Shorn.

So it was clear that Triam was a very capable and perhaps even prestigious businesswomen with an impressive combat resume. Though it would be found, she had no bounty history, in regards to collecting. So in that, perhaps the President could find her false sense of security. Or perhaps, she was simply to arrogant in her own abilities to believe that no one in Triam's position could possibly touch her, no matter how large the bounty. If she believed that, she would in for a surprise.

Up above, she was hailed by the spaceport for docking authorization.

"Triam Akovin, I'm here on a business meeting with the Red Raven's President, Chiasa Kritivaas. I'll be renting out the area for a couple of hours."

After checking her codes again, she was able to land on the platform. The bay doors of her ship opened and she was walking out decked out in all over her gear.

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

It wasn't really any sort of sense of security of even arrogance, though the Twi'lek fell prey to both often enough for all that she had a healthy dose of paranoia. It was more that business was business and the idea of using it as a trap didn't really occur to her. Not after [member="Triam Akovin"]s credentials had checked out anyway. It would be one thing if there was no company to be found, or it was recently formed and had no ties to anything, but all seemed to be in order, so business was what the Twi'lek was expecting.

She didn't hear about the woman's martial exploits. Honestly the slicers she employed now while good at their jobs were timid, and did not volunteer more than was asked of them. They'd looked into her business, there was nothing else that generated too big a red flag so they left it at that. Perhaps if what she'd come to think of as project Bao was complete, but it was not. It was still scanning and being tweaked.

Which all led to one Chiasa Kritivaas not in fact fearing for her life or even being very concerned about anything other than securing gear and materials for her people.

Everyone makes mistakes sometimes. Some are just more costly than others.

As was often the case, the Twi'lek was in the office of the Golden Nautolan Casino. There was something about the suite she kept there that had been making her uneasy of late, though she'd refused to just switch rooms. She was vaguely considering keeping two. It was an unnecessary extravagance, but who was going to tell her no? Though the spaceport was not directly under her control, because controlling Nar Shaddaa was a waste of time and resources, she did of course have eyes and ears planted there, one of whom contacted her when her name was given. Nothing long, the codes, names, ship build, berth and time.

So the Twi'lek fired off another quick message.

///begin transmission...
To: Triam Akovin
From: Chiasa Kritivaas

Akovin, I see you've made it here in one piece! Good, there has been increased pirate activity recently.

Of course they were mostly on her payroll, but still.

I'm currently at the Golden Nautolan, coordinates enclosed, or just about anyone can give you directions. As I said earlier, since I don't have your manifest or know what you'd planned to demonstrate we may need to move elsewhere. I try not to set off too many weapons within the Casino, it upsets my security staff.

...end transmission///

 

[Cassus Akovin]

Triam arrived at the Golden Nautolan without incident, and so far, it appeared that the President did not suspect her of anything.

As she walked, she browsed the local net for an open warehouse she could rent for an hour. It was only a quick trip over via local transportation or speeder, and it'd be roomy enough for her purposes, both legitimate and not. As she walked through the streets of the Smugglers Moon, she had only one follower: Mr. Follow. It was just a simple sniper droid decked out in some kooky outfit. What with its poncho and Ayden-Cater styled hat. It was carrying around her Verpine Sniper Rifle for her, while she carried her Blaster Rifle and Pistols, with droid remotes filling up her armors built in pack back. The segmented Ultrachrome of the woman marched on, with the almost imperceptible hiss of the hydraulic system protecting her knees and ankles from the repulsor negated crushing weight of her Neuranium Boots. She had her clothe cape-thingy draped around her form and retractable helmet, keeping her arsenal covered at the least. On one hand she had her customary Phantom Fingers, the grappling machine that was the bane of lightsabers and a force users concentration, and on the other hand she had on her new M.E.A.D. Glove, the disarming machine that was the bane of blasters. On her wrist, she had a dart shooter fully loaded with her versatile darts that could double as traps... her special darts though, the bane of telekinetic force users, were stashed away in her magic belt thing which held hundreds of other types of ammunition that she couldn't hope to count due to the semi-mystical qualities of the pockets.

All in all, she was ready for this.

So she waited to be ushered in to the Casino, and brought to the person of interest.

[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

She didn't have to wait long. Chiasa was quite good about making sure she let her security know if she was expecting someone, particularly if they were being allowed to enter with weapons. Otherwise alarms went off, often someone died.. It was all very dramatic and bad for business. So they had Triams face and biometrics on file and when she entered she was respectfully greeted by one of the many hostesses who's names Chiasa honestly couldn't keep track of at this point and was show to the Twi'leks office.

While nicely appointed enough it wasn't overly large or extravagant, it was clearly a place where someone worked, rather than one designed to impress. An educated eye would be able to tell that all the pieces of furniture within it were of high quality and pricey, but there was nothing that shoved wealth down anyone's throat.

Quite frankly Chiasa did not like her office in the Golden Nautolan. She couldn't have said why, she just didn't like it. When she tried to come up with a reason she fell short. She did her work there as necessary and that was that. She had been sitting behind her desk, going over the most recent reports on the effects of varying vibrations in her most recent project, not nearly as exciting as it sounded, but switched off the holopad and stood with a smile as Triam entered.

"Akovin, good to see you."

She stepped out from behind her desk.

"I would shake your hand, but it looks as if that might be a dangerous decision at the moment!"

[member="Triam Akovin"]

 

[Cassus Akovin]

Triam was now standing before her target, and smiled fondly towards the interest she exhibited in her equipment. Even if she was going to bag and tag her, doesn't mean she couldn't be legitimately interested in what she had to offer her in exchange for her wears. It's always nice to feel desirable, and currently this woman made her feel like the brilliance of her intellect was something treasured. It was such a simple compliment too. It was a compliment right? Probably, she said it'd be dangerous, which is exactly the sort of thing she's going for.

"It would seem that way!" She laughed a bit, and lifted her head, commanding her armor to retract her helmet back into itself so she could look at the woman in the eyes. She didn't want to appear to be a faceless mook, she wanted the infamy... she was growing tired of anonymity again. It was slow progress, but progress nonetheless from the "bad feelings" she had had in going into exile.

She couldn't exactly explain. Maybe she was just tired and miss-thinking about things.

Triam's eyes wandered around the room, taking in the fairly lavish surroundings... soaking in the wealth of the room.

Definately not her style.

"I assume this is where you do most of your business? Nice place," She commented politely. "Whenever you're ready for the demonstration, I've rented out an old warehouse for a few hours, not far from here, a speeder ride at most, but I'll let you decide when we depart in case there is anything you'd like me to do before we begin."

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

"When I'm on Nar Shaddaa in any case. I can't take too much credit I'm afraid. We bought this Casino from it's original owners, didn't bother with many updates beyond the necessary security ones."

She commented with a shrug, eyeing the room now that her attention was brought to it. How did it look to someone else? She honestly wasn't sure. She supposed it struck the balance between simple and ostentatious. If she did more of this sort of thing and less solitary paperwork she supposed she'd have at least two offices. One that was disgustingly opulent and one that communicated simple and hardworking depending on who she was meeting and what for.

"We can go now, unless you wanted to see the facilities here. Though on the off-chance you were staying on planet after our meeting I've had a suite set aside with the usual VIP perks, some chips to play with, complimentary food and beverage access on our properties, entry to any events etc, so you can always do that after if you'd like."

Gods alone only knew how she'd managed a tenure as Minister of Diplomacy. Maybe events since then had dramatically changed who she was as a person, it was certainly more than possible. In any case, though she would, and she'd do it pleasantly, the Twi'lek didn't much want to play tour guide. She wanted to see this tech, well, see it in action, assess how useful it would be, and make sure she had access to it. And depending on how innovative and how useful it was, she might see if a guaranteed salary could make sure that Triam let the Ravens have access to her future inventions as well.

[member="Triam Akovin"]

 

[Cassus Akovin]

"Certainly a tempting proposition, maybe I'll take you up on it, eh? Anyway, let's get down to business. If you'll follow me we can walk to the warehouse I've got, or perhaps you'd rather vehicular transportation?" She said as she opened the door for her client, preparing to to step through and conduct business.

This was surprisingly easy, and it appeared that she was easy to trust or something.

Which she supposed was actually a good thing, but she hoped desperately that Chiasa at least at some sort of connotation that this might be a trap. It would put her conscious to rest that it wouldn't look like she was betraying a potential buyer. This was just business after all, and it wasn't like the head of a criminal empire was exactly innocent, but she didn't like the idea that she could be viewed as the bad guy.

Oh well, she already suffered through that once, what's one more time?

Slippery slope Akovin, Preliate wouldn't be happy with you. She said in her head.

In a few minutes they'd be arriving at shady looking warehouse, that looked long abandoned and mistreated by trespassers. There was a reason Akovin was able to rent this place out so quickly and cheaply.

[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]