Mildly Hostile Takeover (Tyri)

[Korran Halcyon]

The charismatic, whimsical, less than sane, in the view of many others, pirate walked on up into the Czerka Corp headquarters. He had been eyeing them for some time. Quite some time really. It was almost as if he had been the one to first set his eyes on it. ALAS. It did not really matter.

See he knew some raaaather nifty. Basically what was going down on this day was the people in charge of the company, some kind of board, were voting on who would be the chief executive officer in the future. Current favorite was the present CEO. In fact, there were no other candidates. Well... that is until Daritha walked past the lobby and waltzed on up to the elevator.

It was an odd scene to be sure. Guards paid him strangely no attention. Odd, certainly. But the Force was a hellofa drug. And all the cameras were pointed away so no one saw him enter. Kind of absurd actually. But who cares.

On the appropriate floor he half skipped into the office of some guy from the board. Some rich white dude draped in stupid green colors. Pretty dumb looking. And he was fat. Stupidly fat. Dude had like little repulser lifts on his stomach to carry his weight. Which made him look even dumber. Oh well. Daritha waved his hand in front of the bloke and said, "You wiiiiiilllllllll vote for Daritha, King of the Pirates, Lord of the seven sectors, and magnificent watch maker to be the new CEO of Czerka."

 

[Darth Metus]

Today was simply business as usual got the young, charismatic Echani who led Czerka Arms. In his mind, this meeting was a formality, for he had led the company through it's period of fragmentation and into a level of sales of the likes it had never seen before. As such, who would run against such a decorated leader? Dressed in a finely pressed suit, Tyri Lsu awaited the confirmed votes of the Board of Directors so that he may go about his day as per the usual. He did not, in all honesty, anticipate this process taking more than ten minutes; assuming one of the more elderly members did not fall and break something...again.

"If all are here, shall we begin?" He said with absolute calm, sipping from a glass of chilled water.

@[member="Daritha"].

 

[Korran Halcyon]

Daritha waltzed around the hallways. Not the walking kind of waltzing where someone is just a bit happy, no he literally was just doing the waltz down the hall. Going from office of fat, rich, stupid, and exceptionally green looking people. Daritha was kind of beginning to hate that color.

In each office he pranced in, and spouted a line while waving his hand. Then he'd turn on a heal and just waltz on out with a phantom dance partner.

 

[Darth Metus]

Tyri was oblivious to the waltz of the crazed Sith, and only greeted those infected with his influence by nodding respectfully. It was almost sad in all actuality, for he was calmly greeting those who would tear from him the work of many many months in just a mere matter of minutes. However, as they filtered in, his kind was on other things; such as early retirement and the hunting of other artifacts so that he may re-sell them to the highest bidder. Of course, he did not voice these thoughts, but instead kept his peace. After a few short minutes, the entirely of the board was assembled and it was time for the voting to begin.

"Do we have any other candidates?" He asked calmly.

@[member="Daritha"].

 

[Korran Halcyon]

Oh the question. The beautiful question. Question marks are funny. But alas, who cares about that? <-- just look at it!?

BOOM

The doors flung upon and the man known as Daritha jumped in with a flourish and bowed almost to the point where his forehead touched the ground. Due to his posture the amphi staff which always was coiled around his arm peaked up behind his head tasting the air with its tongue. The air tasted fat, from all the fat people. Maybe it had a twinge of green.

"GREETINGS!"