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So you have something I need...(Danger/Alyesa)

Alyesa expanded the view of the engines for the new Stealth X design to which she was working on. A beautiful design to say the least, taking alot from the old and molding it into newer technologies. However, it also incorporated a various level of new technologies that would prevent reverse engineering of technology as well as preventative measures of wayward Jedi trying to fly away in these expensive craft. The cost of each unit would exceed what was originally planned for them by at-least 150 thousand credits unless Alyesa found a way to trim off some extra fat. It apparently wasn't like the old days. She was able to find sheets on how the old XJ-3 models fared and that was a light figure in terms of going over.



The new Stealth X, code-named Darkstorm would have engines that increased output at three times the capacity of the current XJ-9 and would also require more fuel burning than the predecessor. That being said, she needed a reliable source for fuel and processing of the said fuel. A name had been brought to her attention while she was recently in the Senate session of [member="Danger Arceneau"] and the connections the woman had. She had the professional experience in dealing with situations of this magnitude as well as the professional contacts within her own company to handle such an order.


She expanded the view out further, manipulating the image to adjust the fuel lines and power cells here and there within the new engine. She watched the screen flash as it took the new configuration. Not every time was easy like that, there were times where she had to save the holodata after each configuration and step as she would botch it up to such a point, she'd lost track of what happened. She could remember doing a configuration test and the thermal outputs on the engines exceeded the recommended by 3000%.



An overload of that magnitude would ignite the Tibanna fuel and cause the ship to explode from within and destroy the craft. With the craft being destroyed, the pilot would be killed as would the project itself most likely. Engineering was more than just tinkering and toying around. She looked down at her datapad as it began flashing, a signal indicating that her meeting with Danger was coming up. She quickly brought her hands inwards and hid the data from the Stealth X engines, slapping the datapad closed with a sigh. Guess that work would have to wait until after.
 
[member="Alyesa Praxon"]

Anaxes
Vilton Hotels
Penthouse Suite

A thin trail of smoke would rise up into the air as Danger Arceneau's green eyes overlooked the spectacular Anaxi skyline. To a degree, it was much like Coruscant, with skyscrapers taking up all that the eye could see.

It was a rather curious view, one that was a striking difference from the sand dunes of Tatooine. Either way, change meant progress, and progress, well... meant a profit.

Which is why Danger found herself on Anaxes. The next fortnight would be spent talking to the Minister of Trade along with the Supreme Chancellor. It was her goal to get ATC and the SBB up and running within Republic space -- and so far it was just a matter of time and dealing her cards right.

Various appointments had already been made, and Alisha'ven would be sure to reveal who would be the one for today. Thankfully, it will be a lunch appointment.
 
Lunch.

Alyesa hated these types of things, Senatorial, Executive. It didn't matter, she preferred a casual meeting over some tea and cookies or something. Then again, she was dealing with the big players now, well, she had always been dealing with them but not in a business sense. She quickly made her way down the halls of the Hotel, weaving in and out of people. Her guards pressed forward at times, ahead of her. They would push people from her path, despite her soft objections. She heaved a sigh as they came to the turbolift and entered quietly, her hands fumbling with the various datapads as she handed them back and forth between her two assistants.

"Where is the document outlining the terms and conditions for Ms. Arceneau?" She said with a sigh as she looked over each one, the titles and heads different than before. One of her assistants spoke up and handed her a slender datapad, a more elegant one. If word reached her correctly, it would befit the woman she was meeting. She obviously wouldn't want to hand her one of the engineering pads or other pads as they might appear cumbersome and daunting. This however was just right, or atleast she would hope.

It wasn't that Alyesa was nervous, no. She wanted to ensure Incom Corporation could secure this contract for Tibanna X mining, processing and shipments. Could Incom Corporation do it on their own? Of course, they had the facilities and means, but Alyesa was trying to eliminate overhead and press it into other departments. For now, the Tibanna X production was on hold internally and would be contracted out. The turbolift would shoot upwards towards the Penthouse Suite

[member="Danger Arceneau"]
 
It didn't take long before the Rutian Twi'lek came round to give her the heads up. Green eyes would trail in a sideways glance over to Alisha'ven, gracing the woman with a tight smile and twin brows arched high in inquisitiveness.

"Well.. what do we have today?" she'd ask, bringing the cigarra she held between her fingers up to her full lips. Cheeks would sink in as she took a deep drag, while Alisha dictated in turn.

"A lunch meeting with Senator [member="Alyesa Praxon"]." Said the Twi'lek, adding, "Recently became the CEO of Incom."

"Incom is it?" curiousity would pique her interest, smoke falling from her lips. "Now ain't that the most interesting move." The damage done on Druckenwell had certainly done a number on the shipwright. That it's stock hit rock bottom and had been purchased by another investor was of no surprise.

"She will be arriving in a moment."

"Well... time we set ourselves up for a hello." she'd purr out, as wide hips would soon sway as she spun lightly on the pads of her heels as she made her way towards the lounge area of the penthouse.
 
"Right this way ma'am." A droid said promptly as they motioned towards the lounge area of the Penthouse. Of course, like anything that a woman of Danger's caliber would stay in, it was spacious and luxurious. Alyesa wasn't quite accustomed to such things, but was slowly getting used to it. This was purely business though, she was here to approach Danger Arceneau about fuels and a contract with Incom Corporation in order to provide Tibanna X services, nothing more. She wasn't here to take in how a woman of power and wealth was to behave or perhaps lavish herself in expense, that could probably be saved for another date.

Alyesa was ushered to a seat while her guards took up various positions around the couch behind her. No doubt, Danger had similar security to Alyesa if not more powerful security. She was on the other woman's turf. It would have to be something to look at later. Her assistant quickly placed the datapad and flimsheets before her and made her way out of the Penthouse, while Alyesa waited. There was a unique musk to the Penthouse, a sweet smell that she couldn't quite place her finger on.

A finger came to her lips as she went back into thought about her dealings with the Omega Protectorate as of late.

[member="Danger Arceneau"]
 
"Welcome Miz Praxon." would come the drawl of Danger's unique Southern brogue. A hand would be extended towards the Senator.

"Or should I say, Senator Praxon?" would come the Trade Queen's welcoming query as she went ambling towards the woman, pausing just shy to take [member="Alyesa Praxon"]'s hand.

"Welcome to my little home away from home."
 
Word traveled fast....

It was amazing how people knew so much about her, yet she knew so little about them. Then again in this business, it was always good to know something about the people you worked with.

She gently took [member="Danger Arceneau"]'s hand and shook it. "Ms. Arceneau, a pleasure, your reputation as a one of the industries leading female entrepreneurs proceeds you. Your professional and elegant, something another woman can admire." She said with a smile as she lowered her hand and quickly brought up the datapad. "If I may trouble you for a moment, as I understand your schedule is tight, I'd like to acquire the services of one of your subsidiaries..." Alyesa said, holding out the elegant looking datapad towards the well known fiery red-head from the Southern sectors of space. Alyesa's smile, nor poise never faltered. She had been infront of some of the most intimidating people in the Galaxy and never broke a sweat, however, this woman did cause her heart-beat to race slightly.

Maybe it was the red-head temper...
 
[member="Alyesa Praxon"]

There came a firm shake of the Senator’s hand; one could always tell much about a sapient by how they shook a hand. Miz Praxon’s gentile shake spoke volumes at that.

An arch of a brow would come next, taking the datapad offered to her. “Ain’t no trouble at all. “ she would tell her, encouraging her to follow towards the dining area.

“I’ve prepared a light lunch if you are so inclined,” she told her, walking just slightly ahead of her up the small steps that would lead into the larger atrium. There, a table had been set with a decorative white tablecloth and real porcelain plates. Fancy.

“Please take a seat,” she would encourage her to do so, attempting to calm what bit of fluttered nerves the woman had. Cues and clues were how Danger made her choices and coursework when in these types of meetings. Every word and a level head meant good business.

She would slide into her seat, the assistant pushing her in gently, prompting a small thank you from the fiery haired woman. Sliding her forefinger against the display of the datapad, Danger would give it a courtesy glance, reading over the important highlighted portions.

Word had it that Incom was under new management, and if history told well on what Incom was known for, Danger had a feeling she knew what this talk could be about. But one should never count their Rancor eggs before they hatch.

“I hope the turn over in the wake of Druckenwell has gone smoothly?” she would politely inquire, offering a glass of water to the woman.
 
Alyesa took the glass of water from the woman and nodded softly.

"Indeed, it took bit of work but I was able to secure most of the company in good order." She smiled and sat down across from [member="Danger Arceneau"]. Alyesa felt a little more at ease as Danger looked over the datapad, her gaze looking around the room for a moment before it befell the fiery haired woman once more.

"So, how would you care to do this Ms. Arceneau? Business first? Or dining? Or both?" She chuckled softly and motioned to the light lunch as it was presented before them.
 
[member="Alyesa Praxon-Organa"]

A smirk would dance over Danger's lips and there would come the roll of a soft shoulder. An arch of an auburn brow would relay the challenge sent in good humor. "Well, I've always been a girl that enjoys both." she'd say, as a server would pour her a mimosa. Emerald eyes would sparkle.

"Multi-tasking, Senator Praxon-Organ, is what women to best." she'd say in a slight toast towards her. "So, I reckon with Incom you are looking to spice things up again with the Stealth ships that gave it its reputation long ago?" she'd ask, taking a sip of her mimosa.

"And for that... I reckon you'll be needing some TibX for em."
 
Alyesa would turn a light crimson and chuckle softly. "Well, I can't say Ms. Arceneau, I've had the chance to be at the point of getting both." The chuckle would turn into a soft laugh as she sipped at the water before nodding. "Indeed, a select few of us do it better than others." She would return the toast to [member="Danger Arceneau"].

Ah yes, directly to the meat and potatoes of the conversation. As she sipped the water, she would pause for a moment allowing the cool water to saturate her dry lips. Her hand would lower the glass and reveal a sheepish smile to which again, she would chuckle like a girl who was caught doing something. "Indeed, I will, an abundance this time I'm afraid." She raised an eyebrow, motioning towards Danger politely. "I'm told your company is the only one that would be able to keep up with my demands."
 
[member="Alyesa Praxon-Organa"]

"And then some, Senator," Danger would reply in turn, placing her water glass down before picking up a silver fork and knife. "And then some." would come the reassuring second drawl.

She would cut into a baked tomato cheese half, getting a bit sized piece ready. "Mara TibX and Fuels has been doing well under my management and is up and running to supply spun Tibanna or TibX for your stealth ships if you so do require it." she would inform Alyesa. "Or if you happen to have a planet that you've an eye one mining for TIbX, we can provide the surveying and prospecting for you. Show you all the ropes and let you go on by with your own crews --- but that would take longer." she stated plainly. If anything, Danger was honest about what she could offer.

"It simply depends on what timeframe you are going for and how much you are willing to spend. Getting the goods now in a longterm contract would be faster, but a bit more expensive in the long run, but no worries other than getting delivery on time. Getting a planet and doing your own mining will be more expensive now, but cheaper in the long run -- but you also have to consider maintenance and all that jazz."
 
"Honestly, I would prefer to pay your company to do all the work, and ship it to the Fresia facilities." She looked down at the baked cheese and tomato half and quickly cut into it, she would bring a piece to her mouth and chew it slowly in thought. It had an interesting flavor considering the type of cheese used...it would have to be a recipe she would remember for later.

"I prefer it be kept simple and clean." She brought her gaze back to [member="Danger Arceneau"], taking another bite followed by a sip of water.
 
"I can do that." Danger told [member="Alyesa Praxon-Organa"], giving a nod. "In that case, this is what I can do for you." taking her own datapad in hand, she quickly detailed a rough estimate on what it would cost for a long term contract for TibX. Stated exactly as she had disclosed earlier, it would be cheaper via a monthly shipment, but more expensive in the long run.

Including shipment, escort, and the product itself, it would be quite a profitable venture for the woman and Incom would have quick access to the TibX they needed without any of the wait. This would require ATC to send to the production factories stated by Incom.

She would slip the datapad over for the Senator to review. If all was to her approval, then they could get on their way, seal the contract, and then enjoy the rest of their meal.
 
Alyesa would look over the datapad and sign her name at the bottom of the contract where it belonged. A done deal. Simple enough.

TibX shipments would be secure, now it was time to see what Danger considered fun outside of business...

[member="Danger Arceneau"]
 

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