Keep the Wheels Turning! | First Order Economic Summit

[Arage Bao]

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ANNAJ
VINAH CITY
PURPLE SIX HOTEL

The Purple Six Hotel was one of the more exclusive establishments on the Upper Promenade of Vinah City.

Reinforced and protected by atmospheric shields and filtration mechanisms the Promenade was devoid of the eternal mists that cover much of Annaj. Expensive, but the players and runners of Annaj High Society had no issue paying just a bit more, if it meant a whole lot more in terms of comfort.

It was the Purple Six that would house the next Summit hosted by the First Order and overseen by one of their Moffs, Kilian Horne.

Presiding over the Department of Industry and Development Horne decided that during these times of war... that the economy had to be bolstered. The Galaxy had to be shown that the Order would maintain its support for industry, innovation, the engines of capitalism would run smoothly.

Kil would make sure of that.

In an ambitious summit the Order would allow a prime opportunity for new contracts, sponsorships and the continued cooperation between corporations themselves. A neutral ground, so to speak, where networking would be the name of the game. Already the music started to play at the atrium, welcoming the invitees.

Business owners, politicians, any in between, they were welcome. As long as they kept their petty little conflicts outside.

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Kil looked out of the window of his private suite.

His personal assistant was fiddling with the tie, always the tie, but Horne prevented himself from sighing. That wouldn't do for this night of nights. Behind him Darrell was making last-minute notes that might be helpful later. He brushed his cuff, imaginary dust print gone for now, before shifting slightly to catch her eye.

"Should I be nervous?" The Moff asked curiously.

He should, shouldn't he?

A lot of political capital had gone into this thing, but... Kil supposed he could afford it. What with the border-regions running smoothly after his personal oversight a few years back.

That had been very welcome with the new incursion by the Order.

[member="Virginia Schnapp"]
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OOC: Economical summit for anyone interested in writing some political RP or do some corporate tiering up! No need to wait, just walk right in and start mingling.

 

[Diysuperguy33]

[member="Kilian Horne"]

She had once worn the banner a soldier of the Galactic Alliance, in a battle against the First Order. That was her first and the last command to date, she still has ties to the Alliance but is currently not a soldier so Lokthra wasn't overly concerned with being arrested.

Lokthra, having recently been attacked by the Galactic Empire, was looking for any excuse to improve her company, she couldn't and wouldn't let it happen again. She heard of the economic summit hosted by the First Order; hoping it would be the answer to all her problems, she sent a request for attendance and was accepted graciously. However her being young and never having gone to such an event before was anxious, but she didn't let it stop her. She wore a lavish dress (this one but a lighter blue in colour), hoping to show off her prosperity thus far, although it's likely that won't get her anywhere where she is going.

Lokthra walked through the glorious doors of the Purple Six Hotel:

"Lokthra Dawning, I wish to sign in please, I'm going to the economic summit".

"Thank you for joining us, this man shall escort you to the hall," said the registrar quite happily.

As lokthra arrived she was told to wait outside the room until they had finished setting up. It looks like she was early.

 

[Mariya Fleischer]

OOC: Too swarmed with threads, opting out. Apologies.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

The diminutive ginger entered the lobby of the hotel in a smart white dress and matching blazer, a wide-brimmed white hat perched atop her flame-gold hair, and a pair of white gloves gracing her hands. The last were plucked, finger by finger, from slender hands and then clasped in her left hand as she approached the check-in desk. "Virginia Schnapp," she declared, reaching up with her free hand to pull her large sunglasses off and then resting them on the marble top of the front desk. "There should be a suite in the name of Minister Kilian Horne," said. "I'm his principal private secretary, I'll check him in so he can go directly to the summit." She handed over her passport and the department credit card.

[member="Kilian Horne"] had a home nearby, and it was her assumption that he would be staying there, and so when the hotel offered their top suite when they booked the event space, Virginia had agreed readily and was looking forward to a luxurious weekend on the First Order's dime. It had a massive whirlpool soak-tub with customizable additive control. Plus, there was free room service for all summit attendees, including from the bar.

"I'm afraid the Moff has checked in already, Ms. Schnapp," said the receptionist, sliding the card, passport, and a keycard over to Virginia. "This was key was left for you. Take the lift to the Penthouse floor and you'll be there. Did you have a room for yourself, or will you be staying with -- that is, in one of the bedrooms in the penthouse suite?"

"Ah -- let me get back to you. Would you be a peach and hold my luggage for the moment? Thank you." Virginia put her gloves back on and tucked her glasses back into her handbag, then headed for the lift. A few moments later, she was emerging into the penthouse suite, cautiously looking around. She pushed into the room to see Horne talking to a junior aide, whom she instantly dismissed. "Minister Horne, I didn't realize you were staying here. Why are you nervous?" She shut the door and walked over to the Minister, reaching up with gloved hands to straighten his tie briefly before stepping back. "You shouldn't be. They'll be lining up to associate with the First Order."

 

[Onrai]

For the third time, Vanessa Vantai was at the head of a company, trying to acquire some form of contract. This time, she had decided to associate herself with a more formal faction, attending the economic summit the First Order had chosen to hold on Annaj. Her complaints were few - the hotel they had her check into was very nice. She had with her a basic holoprojector capable of showcasing the technology she had to offer - and had some basic points to go over what was within her grasp to provide the First Order technology-wise. After all, they were aligned with the Sith Empire, and she had no desire to be the catalyst for a change in that relationship. Proceeding onwards, she headed to check in at the front desk.

"Vanessa Vantai, here with Defiance Consolidated Multipurpose Manufacturing."

"Ah, yes. Please follow our associate to the hall flanking the main meeting room. We will be opening up shortly."

The Sith Lord did as was instructed - making sure to shroud her otherwise obvious Force presence. There was no reason for her to give everything away as of right now.

[member="Kilian Horne"]

 

[Progflaw99]

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Location: Vinah City, Annaj | Purple Six Hotel​

Time: Precisely When It's Supposed to Be​

Representing: Brandt-Volcata Industries​

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Never one to let himself be seen without some sort of fanfare, Archer had certainly made an entrance. Whether it was the flashy suit or the overly expensive speeder he'd chosen to pilot to the event, or the fact that he'd literally pulled the speeder up to the entrance of the hotel he wasn't sure, nor did he care - or at least that was the impression he'd grown so accustomed to giving. Subtle wasn't in the man's dictionary. As he stepped from the speeder, two escorts followed hooked onto each of his arms. He didn't much care if people were there or not, he might as well have been walking down a red carpet with the smile hanging from his face.

Stepping up the stairs, he quickly checked in, releasing the two women towards the bar on the main level, he moved himself towards the lifts that would take him to the official location of the summit. The two were part of his staff, they played the part well though. In any event such as this there was sure to be some juicy information about, whether it was hints at new contracts or even gossip, they would collect as much data as they could. Like a chess player moving pieces, Archer knew the game well despite his appearance to the opposite. Drinks were the first on the list of things to do, and a drink he would have. Having taken the lifts, Archer headed towards the large room indicated on the invite. As he approached, his eyes darted towards another who appeared to be waiting just outside the doors. A lone Mirialan woman.

"Hello, you're here for the economic summit I presume?" he asked, extending his hand. "Archer Brandt, representing Brandt-Volcata Industries. And you are?" Giving the woman a moment to respond, he motioned towards the door, gripping the handle and opening it. "Shall we? I could use a drink before the rest start showing up."

[member="Lokthra Dawning"] | [member="Virginia Schnapp"] | [member="Kilian Horne"]​

 

[Prennis Keeoli]

“…bloody hell…oh, Void, please just…”

For about the last half-hour, Aes’ona had been muttering to herself, already put up in her hotel room, flip flopping between begging her hair to cooperate and threatening it in hopes it would obediently stay in its braided bun.

“There. Stay.”

The battle to perfect her ceremonial uniform had been similar, but a bit easier--she had decided that formality was appropriate for this summit. To match the detailing of red, she had painted her lips red and chose a pair of ruby stethoscope dangle earrings. In her black, doctor’s handbag was the bare necessities to do her job on the fly. One couldn’t say she was ever completely unprepared. Obviously, she hoped it would have no use for tonight...just in case.

Maybe it was paranoia, but she preferred to call it her duty.

With once last glance at herself in the mirror, and upon approving her present appearance, Aes’ona walked out the door and made her way downstairs via elevator.

[member="Kilian Horne"] / [member="Virginia Schnapp"]

 

[Zeradias Mant]

News of the Iron Empire's collapse no doubt traveled throughout the galaxy. While isolationist in a less-traveled part of the galaxy, they'd garnered a reputation for an impressive navy, although the application of its full force hadn't truly been tested. Only after Mant's sudden departure did the Empire truly fall, and it didn't take much to realize the pivotal role he played in the stability and progress of it. Now though, he moved on to greener pastures, entering the private sector, founding a security consulting firm by the name of Vesuvian. Though he hadn't had any prior interactions of note with the First Order, he'd taken to Annaj to partake in an economic summit. While no doubt to serve to the benefit of the imperial government, it also stood to create significant yields for other organizations in attendance, Mant's included. He only stood to benefit from attendance.

Exiting the elevator, he stepped into the conference hall which seemed highly informal, to his surprise. Normally donning his military uniform for events such as this, he was no longer attached to any one military or government, so instead he wore a rather ornate suit. Though he lacked formal allegiance, his prowess in command was beyond reproach and his word rock solid. Both would be invaluable to anyone smart enough to obtain Vesuvian's services. As with most events in which he knew no one in attendance, he made his way to the open bar. Free drinks in a prime social hotspot was a no brainer, so that is where he and his longtime companion Odion Black went.

"Utoz.", he ordered. Time to see where the night took them - all the best happenings have alcohol involved in one way or another.

[member="Kilian Horne"] | [member="Lokthra Dawning"] | [member="Virginia Schnapp"] | [member="Vanessa Vantai"] | [member="Archer Brandt"] | [member="Dr. Aes'ona Terrani"]​

 

[Diysuperguy33]

Lokthra only had a few minutes to compose herself prior to other attendees arriving, one evil blonde female that gave Lokthra the creeps, followed by what appeared to be a veteran-businessman, whom upon arriving outside the hall instantly opened the doors and made a point of a drink before the others arrive; Lokthra agreed wholeheartedly and followed, she did love a good drink every now and then, not that she could hold her liquor.

"One Mimosa please", she asked the bartender.

Soon thereafter a nervous young lady, with the most elegant dress, although her face said that it was just for the formalities; Lokthra was much the same, but overall her latest meetings she has grown to somewhat enjoy these formalities, it made her feel as if she isn't a complete failure. Lokthra made a mental note to talk to her in particular; perhaps she could make a new friend in amongst all the sharks of this deep blue sea.

As the bartender gave her one of her favourite delicacies, she glanced over at the veteran; "Names Lokthra.. Lokthra Dawning of Dagobah Shipyards, and you are?" [member="Archer Brandt"]

Kilian Horne | [member="Zeradias Mant"] | Virginia Schnapp | Vanessa Vantai | Dr. Aes'ona Terrani