Rising Tides of Ascendancy (Chiss Ascendancy, Open to All)

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Danger Arceneau"]

"But why go mingle when I'm already in the best company that I could possibly be in?" The compliment was said with a smile, but it was genuine.

The Chiss were interesting, sure, but none of them were as fun or enjoyable to be around as Danger, in fact Chiss weren't generally a joy at all. Sure Alric liked them, but that didn't mean he necessarily wanted to be friends with them. He had no Chiss friends, and quite truthfully he entirely intended on keeping it that way. They made great business associates, fantastic co-conspirators, but friends? Not very likely. He wasn't even entirely sure if Chiss understood the concept of friends.

He smiled slightly as one of the Aristocra's walked by them.

An odd realization came to him in that moment. "Danger."

His voice was steady, though low.

"Do you have any contracts in the Ascendancy at all?" He had once held facilities all over Chiss space, but none now, and curiosity came to him.

 

[Alleycat]

"She picked up on our pairing, but didn't seem alarmed. Also there is a lot of behaviors here which are intriguing. Many Chiss not behaving as such. Have you ever thought of being more, demonstrative? More like the outsiders?"

Brask'ari'sabosen took the offered glass flute from her betrothed, then sampled a small sip of the bubbly pale yellow liquid. The doctor preferred a good wine over champagne, especially one from her father's collection to be enjoyed with a delicious meal. Though, this night would not see her getting tipsy by any means; and never in public. Plus, there were too many outsiders here to allow one to lose control of mind or body, which was a rarity in itself for this Sabosen anyways.

"I have not, nor do I intend to unless there is a valid reason to do so, Commander," Ari replied in their native tongue; crimson eyes glowing as if slightly annoyed with [member="Tora'aro'nuruodo"]. Where was he going with that dangerous line of thought?

"And intriguing is not quite the word I would use…. What exactly do you mean by demonstrative?"

 

[Ak'lya]

Chiss. One of the few species in the galaxy that truly stood out to Strask. Xenophobic, intelligent, and always ready to stab you in the back if it elevated them. Ruthless in politics, and perhaps some of the most isolationist cultures out there. Not all that different from his own people, aside from the extremity of their isolation. But the Chiss had ruled empires, something the spy found impressive and disappointing. He had seen first-hand how much went into governing a planet, but while systems was another matter. On the other hand, that kind of control was an easy way to paint a target on yourself. Still, it seemed the Chiss were back to the galaxy. Matt as well meet the new neighbors.

The Bothan walked into the room with Natasha close behind, although she would leave to go mingle and gather anything she could. Whether it would reap anything or not was another story. Intel was fickle. He opted to look around, recognising no one from memory. Moving through the crowds, he was drawn over by a lesser noble from one of the houses. He didn't recognise the insignia.

"Hey, weren't you the old Viceroy on Bothuwai? I thought you died."

The old bothan shook his head. "No, just his brother. Poor man was vaporized."

Nodding, the Noble gave a small hmph and returned to his drink. The Bothan went back to searching for a likely target to talk to. Chiss would rarely choose to engage an outsider, but perhaps if the cards were right....

"So how did they get that many Ysalamiri here?" He asked one of the many politicians who weren't busy at the moment, sounding impressed. "I didn't know that the Mandolorians we're exporting them."

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Danger would dart a half amused loft of her brow at [member="Alric Kuhn"]. “My oh my, sugar is certainly dripping from your mouth tonight.”

She would toss him a cheeky grin in turn, “Not that I mind.” another sip of her drink and then she’d give a slight incline of her head in the negative. “Not in the Ascendancy itself.” she would admit, but it was said in a manner that she was keen on rectifying that.

“Old contracts up north got me access to trade points out by Thexoll.” she would murmur quietly, taking a few steps in a half circle as her green eyes would continue to sweep the gala for high value point of contacts.

“Granted, the Immortals did a number for me and their use of my ore resources.” she would admit, “It’s my Mirkanite that they need for their omph,” that was one way to put it. Mirkanite was one of the valuable minerals found in the lava of the planet Mustafar. Huge potential profits had spurred mining operations on the volcanic world, despite the safety risk. It was also a substance commonly used in the construction of superlasers -- in this instance, the powerful weapon used on the One Sith Immortals.

Because of that, Arceneau Trade had shipments delivered to select One Sith Shipyards, which also included Coporo and Coruscant.

 

[Judah Lesan]

"Demonstrative, impulsive, spontaneous. I find it interesting how certain Chiss respond to the indulgence of outsiders compared to others. I simply wished to know where you stand in all this," his hand motuoned around the lavish display of opulence more than becoming of a Chiss Astroca. "whatever this is."

The champagne was tasted, and set aside as an empty tray passed by. It was a low quality drink, and not what Aronwas accustomed to. He preferred a rich wine, deep in its color. This was lacking, but proper for the celebration. Aside from the personal taste issue, Aro could not complain.

"Certainly you have an opinion of it? If we are to be married you should be free to express your opinions around me. Our fathers may have arranged the marriage, but we were friends before the agreement. I wish for that to be the foundation of this arrangement for us."

[member="Brask'ari'sabosen"]

 

[Chaf’anta’natrano]

When [member="Darth Vornskr"] asserted that Governor Bane was more capable than he looked, Fantana had to stop her eyes from rolling. When Csilla melted would she believe that he was the right man to govern her homeword. The man had been a drug addict and a crime lord. Winning the hearts and minds of the Chiss would be sisyphean at best.

Although Kaine Zambrano's grin chilled her to the bone, Fantana knew enough about the Sith Lord to know that his favorite sport was playing a celestial dejarik game with planets, and Csilla was a pretty big piece. He wasn't a paper tiger, of course. He was a cruel, vicious barbarian. But perhaps a barbarian with more shared interests than met the eyes.

She met his venomous gaze with a vacant stare, almost like a blue doll with red glass eyes.

"Time will tell, My Lord."

Her attention was taken away from the Butcher King by the company of Emberli Garett, a man whose name was unfamiliar. He was powerful enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with Sith Lords, Imperial Governors, business luminaries, so Fantana gathered that there was more to [member="Bear"] than met the eye.

"As well as can be expected," she said dryly. Well, other than the fact that someone threatened to burn down the palace and I almost had him assassinated.

The Chiss received Emberli's gift with an elegant bow. She clutched the Datapad to her chest, and gave him a polite smile, her eyes glittering. The Aristocra was pleased with her gift.

"Thank you, Mister Garrett. As a former Lieutenant in the CEDF, your gift will take a prominent place in my personal library. Perhaps we can have a copy made for the Csaplar Expeditionary Library, as well? With your permission, of course."

Sipping from her flute, Fantana edged closer to the Mandalorian, and in a quieter voice, asked him a question.

"Sith Lords and Mandalorians are well, strange bedfellows. What brings you here tonight, Mister Garrett?"

All the while, the Aristocra kept one of her blood red orbs trained on her loyal bodyguard as he continued to circulate.

[member="Tora'aro'nuruodo"] [member="Danger Arceneau"] [member="Spectre"] [member="Brask'ari'sabosen"] [member="Alric Kuhn"] [member="Hijinks"] [member="Kaia Starchaser"] [member="Atham'aali'kema"] [member="Kyle Amedis"] [member="Setzi Lunelle"] [member="Vengeance"] [member="Evan Kenner"] [member="Animus Malgus"] [member="Ameli Trahir"] [member="Darth Drethi"]

 

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Danger Arceneau"]

He smiled.

"I think..." For a moment Alric simply trailed off. He shifted focus to what was around them, or rather who was around them. There were many Chiss of course, a few Sith and even a Mandalorian. He raised an eyebrow at that, but quickly shook his head and regained his composure, his thoughts winding back towards what he had been saying to Danger. "We build you something more."

Of course, by you he meant us. Vanir technologies of course held a strong market in galactic construction, with facilities sprouting up all over the galaxy, but he couldn't go anywhere just yet, Danger could.

ATC was so massively far reaching and huge that it was difficult to stop their expansion anywhere. If Danger wanted a tradeport somewhere, she could easily have it. Most species recognized the strength of ATC, and the Chiss were hopefully no exception. As one of them walked by Alric gave him a pleasant smile, though he quickly turned back to Danger.

"Perhaps something a little off the beaten path from Csilla?" He mused to her with a slight smirk.

 

[Alleycat]

Brask'ari'sabosen didn't respond right away as some newcomers to the event walked past the couple and of course she knew none of them. This actually gave Ari time to formulate her answer to [member="Tora'aro'nuruodo"]'s personal inquiry of his betrothed.

Life within the Ascendancy was changing fast and the doctor didn't care for it. Being raised in the traditional ways of Chiss society, the outsider influence was a bitter pill to take, though was taken dutifully for now. The Xenobiologist's scientific work at the Chiss Ascendancy's Biosafety Level 4 Lab housed under the ice mountain outside of Csaplar proper was being allowed to continue uninterrupted, which pleased her greatly as it was her life's dream. Should that be discontinued or pressured to stop, it would make Dr. K very unhappy.

"Yes, you and I have known each other since we were children as our families have interacted together from time to time over the years. Our arranged marriage based on friendship would be acceptable to me, though that kind of spousal relationship I am not familiar with as you know my parents marriage is not like your own," she stated, then took another small sip of the champagne; mainly a social gesture and not for the pleasure of the beverage.

Mith'oru'sabosen and Drak'eri'sabosen were married yes, though it had been an arrangement in name only except for the birth of their daughter to allow the the rise of her father to that of Chief Justice on the High Court. Such was the way of the Chiss.

"As for the other matter we were discussing, I would need more valid reasons to veer from my previous held convictions."

 

[Cryax Bane]

"East door, clear. Governor is entering the main hall."

"Roger. Checking the west wing."

The metallic voices of his security droids droned in a semi circle around the new Imperial Governor of Csilla as he made his entrance to the Inaugural party at House Chaf. A sea of blue faces turned to look at the spectacle that was Governor Forlac'rya'xitodo, otherwise known around the galaxy as Cryax Bane. Cryax did not intend to steal Chaf’anta’natrano's thunder. The young suited Chiss was here to congratulate the Aristocra like everyone else. However, the Imperial Governor was a walking blue scandal, a former crime lord, slicer, drug addict, a thrall to the Sith. Naturally, Bane attracted more than his fair share of attention. Unwanted, if you asked him.

Once his guards gave him the all clear, he stepped into the room, taking note of the yellow House Chaf banners that hung on every window. There weren't many here he recognized, and was grateful for the familiar faces of Danger and Alric. [member="Darth Vornskr"] was in attendance, of course, and Bane made his way to the man, the invisible strings of his magnetism reeling in his appointed puppet. Bane tried to force his face into something resembling confident ebullience. As he approached the Sith Lord, it was obvious his enthusiasm was faked.

Here he was again, leading a population who found him incompetent at best and dangerous at worst. Bane was reminded of the day he had gathered a casino full of criminals together to announce his presidency of the Red Ravens. He walked right up to a bounty hunter, put an electric nail gun to his forehead and shot, shocking his close friends who knew him as a merely a geeky, behind-the-scenes slicer. Did that one statement instantly ingratiate himself to the criminals? No, but it killed off the man he used to be so that the new one could walk among them.

Nailguns weren't coming out tonight. No, Cryax had a different part to play now. A very choreographed role. The story was already written. The script had been approved. Cryax only had to stick to the page. He could improvise a bit, but mostly he had one simple task.

To play his part.

[member="Bear"] [member="Kyle Amedis"] [member="Brask'ari'sabosen"] [member="Danger Arceneau"] [member="Tora'aro'nuruodo"] [member="Alric Kuhn"] [member="Setzi Lunelle"] [member="Ameli Trahir"] [member="Vengeance"] [member="Hijinks"] [member="Spectre"] [member="Animus Malgus"] [member="Mallith Renyl"] [member="Kaia Starchaser"] [member="Atham'aali'kema"] [member="Darth Drethi"] [member="Evan Kenner"]

 

[Inrokini'kol'airik]

In his White suit, devoid of any military decorations so as not to confuse the less informed who were likely to be present tonight, Nikolai strode into the party. He was late perhaps, but House Irokini did not feel the need to hurry for House Chaf. They were present, this was enough. His height allowed him to easily scan the crowds for the woman of the hour, [member="Chaf’anta’natrano"], newly minted Aristocra. Which technically made her his superior, but since he only answered directly to the Aristocra of House Irokini who was pointedly not present.. He was closer to being her equal than most here tonight. Certainly closer than all these non-Chiss running about trying to fit in with their betters. At least they were making an effort.

He spotted Fantana soon enough, and measured precise strides brought him over to her, she was speaking to a Mandalorian and a Sith. The Sith he recognized of course, he made it a point to be kept as up to date as possible on the One Sith. He wasn't as Anti-Sith as some, but nor was he Pro-Sith. They were not Chiss, and so they were lesser. They did however have considerable military might, and since they were currently choosing to handle Csilla and the Chiss diplomatically, there was no gain to waging war on them. They could largely be ignored. Which was what Nikolai was doing now. As for the Mandalorian, even if he was Chiss beneath the helmet, he'd cast aside his proud heritage for a life with barbarians. Fallen barbarians at that, who got weaker and weaker each day. He was certainly not worth Nikolais time, he too was ignored.

"Aristocra Chaf’anta’natrano, congratulations are in order. The Aristocra of House Irokini regrets that she could not attend,"

No she didn't, it was a calculated slight. It was perfectly acceptable to send her Syndic in her place of course, but it was a slight all the same. Any Chiss of breeding would see this.

"however she sends her regards, and this gift."

A roughly palm sized box was presented. While normally a possible security risk, it would of course be understood that true players of the game would not indulge in something as crass as public assassination. The slight was more than enough. Inside lay a necklace of perfectly matched white pearls with a large, blazingly yellow tourmaline in the center, expertly cut. Worth a small fortune of course, and it would match House Chafs... insistent colour scheme.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

There was always something between the lines with Alric.

It had been missing earlier, back when he first came back from the dead. That flare of decisiveness when it came to coming up with new entrepreneurial ventures he had in spades back in the past. Little by little, the Alric she knew was showing his colors, here and there with small facets of what he had been. However, it wasn’t exactly the same. No he was no carbon copy.

He had matured, and in that Danger felt would not only glean him success and profit as it had before, it would help him live.

Small steps, she would muse. It was good to see that he wasn’t a man wretched at the loss of his wife. He had no succumbed to grief. For that, she was thankful to whatever greater power there was out there.

Her green eyes would latch upon the newest arrival; Governor Forlac’rya’xitodo. Eyebrows would rise as he would make a path straight to the King of Panatha. Curious.

“I was born and bred off the beaten path, Mistah Kuhn,” she would practically purr, but it was said with more amusement than actual flirtation. As she said this, her attention would drift over towards the line that Cryax had drawn his eyes to first. It was a woman, tall with long flowing blue hair and wide red eyes. Another Chiss, but female at that. The hostess of the party and the newly-minted Aristocra of House Chaf, Fifth ruling House of the Chiss Ascendancy.

Her own mind would mull over the likely ambitions the new Aristocra would stray towards. They would have to pay their respects to [member="Chaf’anta’natrano"] soon enough.

“You have my undivided attention…” she would shine that wide smile of hers that would practically make her heartshaped face glow.

 

[Judah Lesan]

"I'm not suggesting you should break those convictions. Perhaps I'm unsettled because of the changes. You're work is important, and if the wrong hands," he quieted down because of ears passing by. His voice lowered. "If the wrong hands get a hold of it, then that could be very dangerous. Besides, I'm concerned our betrothal will be targeted. If it is seen as a threat they will try and stop it. I'm not willing to see outside interference."

His admission was not one a dutiful Chiss should admit, but as [member="Brask'ari'sabosen"] stated, the occupation had changed things, and was changing things. Stepping out from the alcove they had occupied, he led them back to the crowd. They needed to mingle. Aro was interested in who was mounting a resistance to the occupation. He wished he could take her hand, but it was not proper.

"Shall we mingle," he asked as he moved toward a gathering group of outsiders.

Why was he going there? That's who was helping. Information had been passed through naval intelligence that a group from the outside was helping to establish a cell group of Chiss to help take their empire back. Aro was determined to be more demonstrative if it was required.

[member="Kaia Starchaser"]

 

[Bear]

[member="Chaf’anta’natrano"]

Emberli had already put the Sith from his mind, in-so-much as he could for the time being. Between her dress and her status, actually being able to speak his mind without someone interrupting was going to be an exercise in futility. "Go right ahead, Aristocra." He says in a neutral tone, modulated into the usual echo-tone that all helmets seemed to produce; as though their occupant was speaking into a funnel.

Arms hanging limp at his side, Emberli scanned the crowd through his HUD again, not having to move his head to keep track of things. Miss Arceneau and Mr Kuhn were chatting it up, which was little to no surprise. Businessfolk were either the most vile of enemies or the deepest of friends. You were either someone in charge because they liked the power and money, or you were in charge because you had a dream.

Sometimes, sadly, it was hard to tell the two apart.

"I am no bedfellow, Aristocra." He mutters. "And in my younger days I may have retorted with something akin to a flirtatious remark. But I am here for a very simple reason." He says, turning his head so that he was speaking down towards her, while making 'eye contact' with the T-Visor he sported. "I have worked for Chiss in the past, and if you've opened up an event like this to the 'galaxy', I figured it was time to see how Csilla had been faring."

It seemed he was about to say more, but they were interrupted once more. Perhaps not interrupted, as this was to be expected, and interrupted implied it was unwelcome. Either way, as [member="Inrokini'kol'airik"] came up, Emberli quieted down, staying close to the Arisoctra as he imagined the conversation wasn't done.

 

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Danger Arceneau"]

He smiled.

Projects with Danger were always so easy, so simple. Most of the time all he needed was an idea based in reality and then things with ATC would move forward rather easily and smoothly. It was nice really, it cut out a alot of the bull poodoo that he normally had to deal with when making business partners. Of course it also came with its own drawbacks, mainly that whatever he did would garner a lot of attention, ATC was big, very big, and that meant there were people watching.

Still, it would be more than worthwhile. "Oh you know, Danger. I just think you need a trade port up here."

Wry amusement poured through his voice.

"Something nice and secure." She would pick up on his meaning. "Perhaps connected to some of my new blue friends I'll make tonight."

Alric sounded cheerful, he always did when he thought of something new.

 

[Chaf’anta’natrano]

Was the point of the event simply to celebrate Fantana's new role? Of course not. The Chiss were never that self-congratulatory. Before the night was out, Fantana wanted some things solidified. New allies. A pledge of financial support for her private military venture. Perhaps someone to covertly take out [member="Vengeance"]. She would not squander this opportunity.

One opportunity in particular presented itself in the handsome blue form of Inrokini'kol'airik the Syndic of House Inrokini. Walking straight up to her, ignoring the Mando on her left and Sith on her right, Nikolai presented her with another gift. A lush strand of pearls, respendant with House Chaf's colors. Fantana needed more yellow accessories like she needed Vengeance picking out her drapes, but she accepted Nikolai's gift with grace, letting him close the clasp over her slender blue nape.

"Thank you Inrokini'kol'airik. I hope the Aristocra is well. Is she sick?"

Slight noted. Slight acknowledged. Slight returned.

She turned back to Emberli so that she could learn a bit more about the man. Her red eyes brightened when he mentioned working for the Chiss.

"You worked for Chiss? How fascinating. I am certain then that you understand the unique situation our people are in."

She held his gaze for just a moment longer, and looked around the room in an attempt to suss out a place to have a more private conversation with the war veteran.

"Sometimes I feel as if we are the galaxy's middle children. Not quite ahead. Not quite in last place. I think you'd agree that the Chiss deserve better, wouldn't you Mr. Garrett?"

[member="Alric Kuhn"] [member="Tora'aro'nuruodo"] [member="Inrokini'kol'airik"] [member="Brask'ari'sabosen"] [member="Spectre"] [member="Bear"]

 

[Bear]

A standard gift, so far as Emberli was concerned. While she was not the focus of his attention, everything else was. His almost thuggish posture didn't change - the stoop to his shoulders, the hanging of his arms as though something heavy were carried under each. She spoke, however, and the man bred for war returned to the roost of the conversation; the Aristocra. This event likely served many purposes for her.

He couldn't begin to guess what they may be, though.

But he knew Chiss to know there was a motive behind the motive you thought you'd puzzled out. "For. With. Situations change. Your people have long associated with the Empire's of the galaxy, and I once worked for one." A flash of information, a lingering of the eyes on the suite of a card. He was providing her a crumb, establishing a potential for rapport depending upon how she took that phrase.

What he wasn't about to admit was that he'd given the order to BDZ a world simply for playing host to more dissidents than bystanders. It still haunted his nights; the whine of turbolasers, the rupturing of the crust. Lava flows were visible from space, forming a spiderweb of magma visible through the space atmosphere had once called home. Nothing remained.

Nothing but regret. Regret he had long suppressed. He had no need for such emotion. "I agree... the Chiss know what's best for them." He retorts calmly, one hand lifting to hook an armored thumb behind his belt.

Suddenly, she was looking for something. Someone? No, her body language told him more need be said. Maybe she was looking to see who was still within earshot. "I believe you've some ideas on the situation." Mandalorians only beat around the bush so long, so it was no surprise he was blunt while still remaining at least passably vague.

[member="Chaf’anta’natrano"]

 

[Kenrath]

[member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Chaf’anta’natrano"] [member="Darth Vornskr"]

As Vengeance passed back into the room from the Balcony he noticed the fanfare for what he imagined was the Governor. He smiled walking up to Vornskr and Cryax.

He gave the Sith Lord a respectful bow.

"My Lord my apologies for the interruption." "I was wondering if I mite still a moment of the good Governor's time."

Vengeance took a step back after speaking and waited.

 

[Alleycat]

There was something about [member="Tora'aro'nuruodo"] tonight that scared her, or maybe more so excited the Chiss doctor on a level she didn't want to admit. Ari's childhood friend seemed to care about her, them. She hadn't really put a lot of thought into the matter since the agreement was made between their families for the arranged marriage. It was what it was and she would do as was expected of her because that was what the Chiss did. But maybe, just maybe there was indeed more to it than that.

"With or without the outsiders' presence, our coupling would and will always be a target. That is the way of our society. I wish only to be a good partner for you and make our houses proud as that is our duty to uphold. As for my work, yes I know what could happen… and I will not let it be so."

There was a fail-safe, and if need be, Dr. K would initiate it for the good of all.

Following Aro out into the main hall once again, she wondered curiously where he was taking her or more so who the naval officer was wanting to talk to as his booted feet had a certain determination to them.

 

[Ameli Trahir]

[member=Darth Drethi] | [member=Setzi Lunelle]

The party seemed grandiose, and the people here equally so. She'd never been to a party like this before. Or, at least not one she had been invited to... Wait... "We were invited, right?" she whispered to Sena, almost a little nervously, in the last seconds before they approached Sena's friend. Not that it mattered, but if she had to be on guard for being thrown out, she'd like to know in advance. It was almost like a dream, attending an official party for the upper hierarchy of a planet. No matter that it was some distant frozen world, that while pretty, meant little to Ameli. She could get used to this.

"I must be!" Ameli said with a welcoming grin, putting on her best socialite face. Indeed, Ameli was Ameli. Despite the smile, she did not take the other girl's hand. "None of that" she said, waving Setzi's hand away as she stepped in and hugged her. Out of the two, Sena often seemed like the serious, no-nonsense one. Ameli was a touch more bubbly. Whether it was genuine or a faked gesture, was for Ameli to know, and the other two girls to guess at. The hug was tight, but brief, and in a moment the blonde stepped back, withdrawing to the side of Sena.

"We'll just have to do something about that now then, won't we" Ameli said with a clever wink to Sena. Ameli was in the business of making fond memories. "Do you think if we stay here for too long, our skin will turn blue too?" she made a light joke. Just in an effort of easing the tension. Put three Sith girls together, and you risked seeing the claws out. Speaking of, Ameli had seemed to have moved on from the introduction phase. Setzi's name had never come up, and the blonde hadn't asked. In her own way, it was a tiny way to have fun, while testing the nature of the other girl. Would she introduce herself? Would she have some kind of emotional reaction, if any at all? Or perhaps she hadn't noticed.

Done with one game, Ameli was moving on to the next one. Her eyes keenly scanned for blue waiters, carrying free drinks. Free alcohol best alcohol. At least up here in the frozen north. Prices were preposterous. "Do you think we'll have to fetch them ourselves?" she said out loud, assuming the others joined her line of thinking.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

[member="Alric Kuhn"]

A lighthearted merriment would quirk her lips upward. She took another final sip of her bubbly, finishing it up. As a waiter would weave past, she set down her fluke upon his serving tray, thanking him for his assistance. As he would step away, Danger would flash an entertained expression at the former Titan.

His cheerful demeanor would fan hers. “Mmm… you are so thoughtful Alric,” she’d say with wry humor. “Always thinking what would be the best for me.” or we in this instance.

“But why stop there?” she’d counter in banter, “Why not set up an entire trade network?” that meant more than just a station. That meant many, as well as the charting of safe trading routes.

No, when Danger had a plan, she went big. A glance would flick over towards Alric in mild lighthearted cheer, “Perhaps with it’s own network outside the ear of dark overlords?” knowing what he had done with Primeval, he would know what she meant.