Corey's OOC
And where were the spiders
He looked up to the Sith, the other Sith, as it were. Marek was learning, but he wasn’t calling himself that publically, yet. Hell, maybe he wouldn’t. But she wasn’t wrong, everyone had a role to play. And for him? It was to make the right contracts, and find the people he could trust in this intergalactic business game. He was in place, for whatever, whenever. He figured @Anesia Jy’Vun had a plan, but he wasn’t sure.
Maybe she was his contact?
Maybe he just wanted contact with her.
That power.
It was still there.
He snapped out of the Force, looking at his companion. Right, work, again. It was always work. Complete? “We should be at capacity to start producing the new line of vessels within the month. It might still be slow going, but we can produce one at a time. Three months before we’re at near capacity for production. The rest of the construction, odds and ends…” He shrugged. “Six?” So long as no Vong showed up. Or the Verd folk stopped checking in, or Rebels, or… whoever. But Marek was working to try to make sure things went smooth, at least for the Techno Union.
When the age comment showed up, he gave her another once over, not even trying to hide it. “Not that young.” He shrugged, still slowly bringing his eyes to meet hers. The Force was flowing from him, to and around her, then back. “He was more a guardian that they made into CEO. Taking care of the race and their prized company.” He nodded. “I make time to enjoy the little things. A few trips to Corellia every so often, spend some time on Chroma Zed.” Sneaking to the former and wishing it was more time with the Viceroy at the latter. “I make it work, and my father?” Another shrug. “Supply run, gone south.” Both his parents.
Arceneau? “Danger? Danger and I are… business partners, when it needs to be, acquaintances else wise. Why?” The Force pulled in closer to him. He was a bit defensive of his friends and business partners, that was his domain, and really, he didn’t want to be accidentally doling out information he shouldn’t be. It was just protection.
Maybe she was his contact?
Maybe he just wanted contact with her.
That power.
It was still there.
He snapped out of the Force, looking at his companion. Right, work, again. It was always work. Complete? “We should be at capacity to start producing the new line of vessels within the month. It might still be slow going, but we can produce one at a time. Three months before we’re at near capacity for production. The rest of the construction, odds and ends…” He shrugged. “Six?” So long as no Vong showed up. Or the Verd folk stopped checking in, or Rebels, or… whoever. But Marek was working to try to make sure things went smooth, at least for the Techno Union.
When the age comment showed up, he gave her another once over, not even trying to hide it. “Not that young.” He shrugged, still slowly bringing his eyes to meet hers. The Force was flowing from him, to and around her, then back. “He was more a guardian that they made into CEO. Taking care of the race and their prized company.” He nodded. “I make time to enjoy the little things. A few trips to Corellia every so often, spend some time on Chroma Zed.” Sneaking to the former and wishing it was more time with the Viceroy at the latter. “I make it work, and my father?” Another shrug. “Supply run, gone south.” Both his parents.
Arceneau? “Danger? Danger and I are… business partners, when it needs to be, acquaintances else wise. Why?” The Force pulled in closer to him. He was a bit defensive of his friends and business partners, that was his domain, and really, he didn’t want to be accidentally doling out information he shouldn’t be. It was just protection.