One Gilded Cage

[Danger Arceneau]

[member="Danger Arceneau"]


Patricia sat back in her new cushy office at the Dragon Palace Casino on Antecedent, she had been promoted to Executive Assistant to President [member="Cryax Bane"]. Her personal opinion of him was that he did not know how to run a minor galactic power. He did however know how to snort spice off a strippers ass, a most powerful skill in the area of politics. But Patricia took it upon herself to help him get his crap together and properly provide his people with the help they desperately needed. So hoping on her new shiny holonet computer she started typing up a message to the Arceneau Trade Company headquarters.

"Good morning, noon, or evening. The Red Raven Syndicate and governing body of the planets in it's possession want to open up our planets to the Arceneau Trade Company. We are aware of the company's presence on Makeb and we do not wish to contest that in any way. We would love to negotiate a contract between our nation and this company. This would entail providing trade of medial supplies and healthcare to our people, creating trade outposts, and creating new jobs and opportunity for the people of the ravens. The Red Raven Syndicate will open up every planet to the Arceneau Trade Company minus Teth due to unsafe working conditions upon the planets surface. Thank you for hearing us out and please get back to us so we can negotiate a contract to help the people of our worlds"

Red Raven Syndicate.

Ooc: Hello the ravens would love to make a contract with this company. We figure Danger is already on Makeb or Barab I can't remember which so why not just open up the rest of our planets and help improve the quality of life. So if you are interested we can set up a negotiation thread on neutral ground

 

[Danger Arceneau]

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

A comm message would be sent back to the Red Raven Syndicate.

It would be a pleasure to discuss a mutually beneficial arrangement between Arceneau Trade Company and that of the Red Ravens.

If I may ask, where would it be best to discuss this arrangement?

~ Danger Arceneau

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Danger Arceneau"]

Patricia had her head tilted back and a bit of drool was running down the side of her mouth. She was christening her new office with a power nap, a most powerful of power naps that had been going on for a hefty thirty minutes. But sadly good times could not always last forever. Her Browncoat data logger went off with it's ringtone that she had received a new message.

"bag gah! Don't shoot!" She sputtered around and wiped some sleep from her eyes and drool from the corner of her mouth.

Looking down her heart skipped a beat and she smiled seeing that the Arceneau Trade Company was interested in expanding their enterprise within the Red Raven territory. So being a model employee she made arrangements for a venue on neutral ground as to not make whoever was being sent feel that the Ravens could not be trusted. It was common sense you didn't walk into a criminal organizations main base, that would be like walking into a lion's den. So she sent a venue in a message back to their headquarters replying to the message

Thank you for expressing interest in expanding in Red Raven territory, we are very excited to be engaging in talks. We have chose a appropriate location below on neutral ground for both parties safety.

Planet: Relovian
Location: Largan City
Building: Largan City Convention Center private VIP wing
Address: 4789 Largan Way
Time: 0930

~Executive Assistant Patricia Susan Garter


http://starwarsrp.net/topic/31716-relovian/

 

[Cryax Bane]

Cryax Bane had never personally met the woman herself, but he was very familiar with [member="Danger Arceneau"], the curvaceous merchant otherwise known around the galaxy as The Trade Queen. After all, who in the galaxy wasn't? Her red-headed mug was plastered all over the Holonews and she was famous for her galactic trade expos that millions attended. However there was another reason that Miss Arceneau was on the Chiss gangster's radar. Danger controlled mining assets on the Red Ravens planet of Makeb, and since the Antecedent syndicate's attempt to oust her had been unsuccessful, the two organizations tolerated one another begrudgingly, much like two rival city states built on each other's borders. The Ravens didn't kark with Danger's Isotope 5 and vice versa.

But the time had come to deal with the voluptuous headache that was Miss Arceneau in one way or another and at his executive assistant's behest, Bane had agreed to a meeting with The Trade Queen. Not only would the meeting be the catalyst for a mutually beneficial business deal, but it would also be one of the first steps in an image clean-up for the President of the Red Ravens who according to Patricia was getting the reputation around the galaxy of being somewhat of a hot mess.

His assistant had cleverly arranged for a meeting in a public place on Relovian. Now all that was left to do was wait for the Trade Queen to agree. In anticipation of their departure, Cryax made sure that his staff stocked up the bar on his Galaxy One luxury transport ship. He had a feeling that after this meeting, he would need a good stiff drink.

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

 

[Danger Arceneau]

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[member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"]​

Planet: Relovian
Location: Largan City
Building: Largan City Convention Center private VIP wing


The Gods giveth and most women piss it away; Perhaps this is why they lack the equipment to aim. Some women piddle their life away in a slow incontinent dribble while squatting in the shadow of a man. Others are so busy trying to overshadow men they miss the mark.

Most manage to cover up their little messes like a Nexu scratching in a litter box, but a few always get caught with their pants down. For this reason, Colette Arceneau bestowed upon her daughter the wisdom her mother bestowed upon her, 'Never wear holey underwear.'

Being an enterprising young woman, Danger never wore underwear at all.

Neigh on a near decade that Dangeruese took upon the responsibility of Arceneau Trade at her father's passing, making her the sole owner and overseer of the seventh generation Trading Company based off Tatooine. While officially she'd taken the reigns at the tender age of twenty-one, she'd already been expanding ATC long before her daddy done lay six foot down.

Gun smuggling be in her blood by birthright as by rule, as evidenced by the decorated acquired exotic paraphernalia done tried and true by Lorell Raider ancestry. Under her keen guidance, Danger had more than made a name of herself, expanding ATC and the Southern Systems Business Bazaar into a name of quality the galaxy could trust. With tens of thousands of trade stations, warehouses, spaceports, and successful subsidiaries under the umbrella corporation -- Danger had done did what she set out to do a long while ago.

Make her daddy done proud.

Business was business, and if there was anything the networking woman knew how to do is to ensure her neutrality would pave the way for new business and profit.

That is why she was here along with Alisha'ven, her right hand woman, a Rutian Twi'lek she'd plucked years back from Club Ufora. The slow steady tattoo of heels would rap with a purposeful and confident gait, full hips swaying as the voluptuous figure of the head of Arceneau trade would make her way from her ship towards the convention center.

She was dressed to the nines in a form fitting black dress that would emphasize her curves. Her hair flowing softly down her back in waves reminiscent of liquid Corseca gems. Above all else, there was a bright keenness in her green eyes that would suggest a night of delight as much as they promised the Void to pay.

 

[Cryax Bane]

The Cryax Bane of a year ago would never in a million light years have described himself as a charming figurehead, and he didn’t even like most people enough to call himself a people person. A year ago, the young Chiss was by all accounts, including his own, a socially awkward, geeky computer slicer whose talents happened to catch the eye of notorious Outer Rim crime boss the late Lysle Rigger, may he now rest in peace. One year later at the ripe old age of twenty-five, Cryax Bane was now the head of the Red Ravens Criminal Syndicate as well as its main figurehead (the charming part debatable), and much of his job consisted of hob-nobbing with galactic luminaries, such as one Danger Arceneau. What a difference a year made. Here he was in the Largan City Convention Center networking with none other than the Trade Queen herself. His hope: to forge a solid alliance with the powerful businesswoman, even if she wouldn’t get the frell out of his Makeb mines.

His gait like a confident male Chiss Quarterly runway model, Bane strode through the Convention Center, the footsteps of his ubiquitous bodyguard droids clanking out an appropriately accompanying rhythm section. Dressed in an exquisitely tailored, three piece fine-lined pinstripe suit with trim, cuffed pants and Correllian leather shoes, his outfit was a far cry from the ratty trenchcoat, fingerless gloves, and taped up horn-rimmed glasses he used to wear. In other words, he cleaned up well. With him was his Executive Assistant Patricia Susan Garter who had orchestrated the meeting. The Makeb quality of life improvement effort was Miss Garter’s brainchild. Cryax himself could give a flying kark about the citizens of Makeb, but agreed with Patricia that he needed better PR, so here he was.

The Chiss crime boss could see her coming a mile away, all hips and lips and luscious red hair. He appreciated her beauty and the way it must have wrapped most men around her pinky finger. It was likely one of her best weapons in the galactic trade game. He would be immune to it, of course, and if Danger read the Holo tabs, she would likely know the reason.

As she neared him, he stopped and racheted his grin up a few notches, extending a blue-skinned hand to shake. “Miss Arceneau, it is truly a pleasure.”

[member="Danger Arceneau"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Wide hips would come to a slow swaying stop as Danger would reach out to take [member="Cryax Bane"]'s hand with her own. A soft beckoning smile would curve over the fullness of her lips.

"Mistah Bane... the pleasure is all mine," she had a smoky drawl that a man didn't so much hear as inhale. Her voice hung at the belt buckle, causing any sapient to lean forward, holding their breath for fear of missing a word or opportunity.

Well, all but perhaps Cryax Bane. But there was certainly an appreciation of her cordiality.

Wide emerald eyes would survey and gaze upon the Chiss's crimson eyes, taking him in from the top of his mussed black tuffs of hair down the length of his body right down to his toes. The quirk at the corner of her mouth would perk.

"Come a long way since Makeb, hmm?" oh she was no fool on who drove the expansion of the Red Ravens onto Makeb. Her mines worked in tandem of theirs, keeping much a policy of 'I'll keep mine s'long as you stay on yours'. It was an agreement of respecting lines; such lines were of the kind that Danger appreciated.

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Danger Arceneau"]

Scurrying behind Cryax with her Browncoat data logger in hand she was typing up a few things here or there and setting up appointments for Cryax, the woman really was just a glorified accountant and secretary with a gun. So with that being said she wore her normal red dress and high heels with a golden necklace given to her by Romeo Sin on holiday. It was her standard "good for any occasion" outfit and she did make it look good. Typing up a few more notes she scheduled Cryax's next spa treatment with his lover Jalek and made sure to get the deluxe package. Patricia didn't want to say anything but his skin was getting a little blotchy.

"Hey Cryax your stupid spa thing is res-" Patricia was walking down the hall behind him as he said that and missed the introduction between the two. She stopped almost cold and cut herself off as she looked in awe of the Trade Queen herself.

It wasn't her beauty or anything, Patricia was very much into some hot buff hunk action but it was the sheer weight of her presence. It was like the air itself shifted and bent for the woman and her reputation was legendary. It was a well known fact in the ravens that Patricia bought pretty much ninety percent of her gear from Browncoat industries and her Czerka rifle that she treated like her third child was her specialty. She would be positively fangirling right now of she wasn't speechless, she just assumed Danger would send some lawyers and not show up herself. But after a few seconds past of awkward silence she cleared her throat and put on a more professional tone of voice.

"Oh um Miss.Arceneau, it's beyond a pleasure and I'm a super fan of your work. I'm Patricia Garter, and Mister Bane your evening has been scheduled." She said politely and calmly

 

[Cryax Bane]

Cryax cut his glowing red eyes sideways at Patricia, a look that said, “cool your jets, woman.” Then the Chiss turned back to the red-headed Trade Queen and gave her an ingratiating smile. “Yes, we all have come a long way, haven’t we? I only wish that Lysle Rigger were here to see this meeting come to fruition.” Cryax frowned and quickly added, “May he rest in peace.”

The Chiss turned towards the diminutive blonde human with a quick nod. “I’m sure you’ve already become acquainted with my Executive Assistant, Patricia, here. This brilliant idea of hers, this campaign to win the hearts and minds of the Makebian civilians, is her special project, one that I whole-heartedly support, of course. So I will let her talk more about the details of it."

As the blonde began to speak, he lifted a finger, signalling that he wasn't quite finished yet. "As you may know, Makeb was recently attacked by the Rebel Alliance, and the Red Ravens quickly squashed the insurgency before it took too many lives.” Just give or take a few thousand. No biggie. “We defended our Isotope 5 mines as well as yours, Miss Arceneau. We could have let yours fall...”

The sentence hung in the air for a moment. With the recent skewering that Bane had been getting in the Holotabs, he felt the need to gently remind the woman that despite the overblown tales of his wild partying and dalliances with strippers, he was still a formidable adversary. Once the awkward moment passed, he continued.

“...But we kept them as safe as houses. As you can imagine, Miss Arceneau there will be some rebuilding of the planet in the days to come. However, I will now give Patricia the floor so she can speak to that.”

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Danger Arceneau"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Danger Arceneau"] [member="Cryax Bane"]
Patricia would of glared daggers at Cryax for embellishing the truth of the situation of Makeb, that the mass death brought on by Dredge was not the Rebel's doing and how the mines were never really in danger. Talaos city was pretty much in ruins and they needed help rebuilding it. But Patricia didn't want to stop there, she wanted to help every single person in Red Raven space. She wanted to create jobs, opportunity, medical care, she didn't want to reveal the gang's presence to the people who were being lead by their shadow government but she wanted to make sure the people were taken care of even if their capital city wasn't leveled.

So Patricia took in a deep breath and tried her best not to sound like an idiot in front of a woman she'd be fangirling for in a different setting.

"Well recently the planets under our control have been falling under some hard times. The shadow governments we have set in place that I'm sure you are aware of with your mines being on our planet have not been able to take care of their people as well as they could be. Our politicians are happy to just collect a check and make things run smoothly and I personally don't think that's acceptable behavior when I as a mother have to see other children be raised in squaller." Patricia was doing okay for now, maybe a few grammatical errors from nervousness but nothing major for now.

"So we want to approach your amazing collective of corporations and start contracting out for goods and services that would improve the quality of life. Medical supplies and facilities being the most important, trading outposts, fueling stations, and factories to create new jobs. We want to from behind the scenes help our people be happy with their lives. Yes we are criminals, but that doesn't mean most of us are heartless." She said looking over to Cryax then back to Danger with a Colgate white smile.

"We really admire your work and we couldn't think of any other company to help us achieve these goals." And with that Patricia's heart felt like it was going to explode from nervousness.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Cryax Bane"]

Well, this was a rather interesting proposition. Truth be told, it certainly would allow her to smooth things over and ensure trade routes are maintained. She was well aware of the companies within Red Raven territory, and yes, if she could expand here to provide goods from round the 'verse, it would benefit them as well as her.

A slow nod came then, the woman mulling over the proposition.

"You honor me with that proposal," she'd say with a soft drawl. Ah, but there was always more to it than that. " If I might ask for clarity... what is it that you need the most?" she wasn't one to turn down a profit, but she was also fair.

"I can certainly expand Arceneau Trade Stations into your territory to expand trade routes. I can also be willing to purchase land - at a discount if possible - and build new spaceports and warehouses for the influx of new jobs and to maintain a chain of goods.

I am also able to offer surveying by Mara TibX and Fuels along with Browncoat Industrial to review the planets within your area, and help you tap into vital resources for your needs that you can sell to other areas in the 'verse. My company can oversee that and ensure the Red Ravens maintain a steady supply of income, for a portion of the raw materials and credits if possible.

Most folk don't realize it, but it is in the microtransactions that lend to good steady income that is low risk and consistent. I can offer you that.

If there is anything that interests me as a direct purchase, I'll be happy to pay for the property, but I would first like to see what is the most important for you and go from there."

 

[Cryax Bane]

Cryax nodded as she spoke, mesmerized by the sugary purr of Danger's accent. She was a smooth character alright. The honeyed tone was certainly sweet, but he imagined that the bee had quite a sting if you were stupid enough to cross her.

“I do like the surveying idea,” he admitted, rubbing his chin with a blue-skinned hand. “That seems beneficial to the Red Ravens.” It definitely wouldn’t hurt. Perhaps, there were other resources available on the planet, in case the Isotope 5 got overmined and turned the planet into a slag heap.

“We’d also like to build up things some things that benefited the Makebian people, factories, uh, roads...stuff like that.” That’s what he was supposed to say, right? Bane was great when it came to displacing citizens, but quite out of his depth when it came to actually helping them.

His glowing red eyes cut sideways to Patricia, with a look that said, “help me out here."

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Danger Arceneau"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Danger Arceneau"] [member="Cryax Bane"]

Patricia looked over to Cryax and tried her best not to sigh, the man really had no idea what he was talking about when it wasn't related to computers and slicing. So Patricia just smiled at Danger and nodded at Cryax's words. She would have to save this from disaster.

"What my good friend Cryax here said. We do require factories and roads for the people of Talaos city. But above all on all of our current planets we require medical facilities, trading posts, and general facilities that can help put people to work and create a better quality of life." She said in a very professional and calm voice. She really wanted this to go off without a hitch, it wasn't every day you got to meet your idol.

"But if I were to prioritize what needs building first it would be medical facilities such as hospitals. Then factories and trading posts. But we are open to anything you want to try and pitch towards us. We do want to open our borders to the full extent of what your fine companies have to offer us." The blonde said to Danger and smiled again before looking over to Cryax.

"Perhaps we should go to the conference room and have a seat? It would be much more comfortable." Patricia looked down the hall a bit and the conference room was only a hop, skip, and a jump away from them.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Cryax Bane"]

Danger gave a nod. "Then I can do that." she told them. She could very well make some of arceneau stations to be focused towards medical aide. Another nod would agree that perhaps it would be best to move towards the conference room.

"Thank you," she told them, willing to move along with the duo to where she would be lead into the conference room. Her mind was already racing at what the infrastructure of the Red Raven territory would need.

From there, they could get a full write up on just what they were willing to sponsor ATC with and what Danger's purview would be.