Private The Corporate Authorities of Denon

[ExO]

[ T H E M E ]

The ExO of the Corporate Authorities of Denon rarely hosted guests himself, preferring to redirect matters to the Direx Board. One may think of it as a senate, rather than political figures representing their planets it was comprised of some of the most elite and powerful corporations in the galaxy. Jaeger Solutions had started to make moves on the board, disrupting the balance of power. Mr. Fey enjoyed the bickering between corporate figures, both entertaining and beneficial. While they squabbled among themselves his position of authority would remain unchallenged.

The conference room was quaint for a galactic power. His personal office separated by a transparisteel wall, sensors rimmed the structure suggesting there was more to the room than meets the eye. Powerful energy projectors capable of turning the room into a stronghold were anyone to break in. For reason of paranoia regarding his personal safety Mr. Fey did not keep his office at the pinnacle of the CAD tower, but rather deep underground. Security terminals were usually on every tenth floor but underground they could be seen at almost every junction within the network of corridors.

The ceiling was covered in leaves and branches, its primary stem disappearing behind the wall where the trunk of the tree was located and cared for by an onsite caretaker whose sole task was to maximize the lifespan of the Olbio tree. Despite the efforts of the caretaker the branches seemed withered, leaves drying up. Far from Myrkr the trees oft quickly died. A family pod of Ysalamir nestled in the branches, claws dug deep, quietly dreaming. Mr. Fey had procured the specimens through a member of the Direx Board, Luminous Sun, so as to ensure that those of the Force could not manipulate the ExO or otherwise read his mind.

Assistants and clerical workers moved into the room and took their seats and prepared to begin documenting the meeting, then looked to Mr. Fey. If Devaronians were demons, Mr. Fey was a spectre of evil. The Kalzerian was tall, looming over most. His thin build and bright yellow eyes gave him a serpentine appearance. He seemed to perpetually hold his hands clasped together at the front. His skin was grey and leather-like. He smiled as the door opened for the representatives of the Confederacy and Silver Jedi to enter, his smile revealing a row of dagger-pointed black teeth and a slithering grey tongue. "Welcome," he announced, as though his tongue were ready to drip with the venom of a snake. Such was the nature of the man

Elise | Darth Metus | Srina Talon

 

[Elise]

Elise stepped in, her hands folded in front of her as absorbed the room before her. The lizards had been felt, no doubt, by both parties upon their approach. Their presence was as disconcerting as it was understandable. She did not wish to be without the force’s touch anymore than he wanted to be touched by it.

It spoke a lot to his life, for him to have those creatures in his office at all.

All of this escaped the planes of her face, the jedi impassive and composed as she stepped to the side and waited politely for further direction in. The man before her left her uncomfortable, his smile belaying glee that only a politician could feel under such tense circumstances. Nothing drastic had called her here— a request for a talk, the assembly had seen it fit to send her in the rest of their places.

it wasn’t the role Elise would have put herself in, but they requested it, so she was here.

“Mr.Fey,” came the soft spoken greeting. A glance to the CIS representatives, and she realized she did not know what to address them as. “Masters...”

To put their status with the force kindly.

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

A N X I O U S​

Wearing: xxx
Tag: Srina Talon | Elise | ExO

Gerwald sat in the luxury transport ship, his knee practically bouncing through the roof. To say he was something of a nervous wreck was an understatement. The last time he had been sent to accompany the ambassador for a diplomatic mission he had nearly cost the CIS every bit of groundwork that had been laid into the days leading up to the peace talks. This time it was not a planet they were trying to secure for the Confederacy, but an alliance.

Gerwald was a fighter, not a negotiator, yet his new rank meant doing things he was not always comfortable with. At least he was not being sent alone, and hopefully that meant he did not have to do much of the talking. Srina Talon was a much better choice, and as his eyes fell on the Echani across the way from him, he wondered why he had been selected to accompany her. If anyone knew this was not a task he was suited for, it was her. Gerwald was brash, rushed to decisions, and often said what was on his mind with little to no filter, or any regard to the consequence of his words. He acted on as much impulse as he spoke, a trait which led to the lupine owing a life debt to the snow haired woman.

The world they found themselves on was urban, much like Coruscant. There were those who often referred to Denon as a younger sibling of the much larger city planet. Gerwald instantly hated it, remembering the hustle and bustle that Coruscant had shown him. He had only been twice. First with Scherezade when she wanted him to have “fun,” which looked more like how many times could they try and not die, and second when he was there to scoop her bloodied and wounded body off the floor. Neither of those memories in hindsight were good, and while Gerwald had more than moved on from that part of his life, he could not help but feel something about it all.

Gerwald could not remember a more gentle landing. At least the pilot of the shuttle was well trained. They had landed atop the building they were supposed to have the meeting in. What was it with these city planets and rooftop landings? Gerwald believed feet belonged firmly on the ground and only flew when it was required.

The wind from the engines blew through Gerwald’s hair. The clothes he was wearing, not his usual kind of attire. It was rare to see the wild creature in a suit, only few had seen it. This was likely the first time the Exarch herself had seen it. He did not own many, in fact the one he currently wore was the nicest suit he owned, the one he wore the night of his dance with Naedira. She had both complimented him and called him a liar that night. Maybe he was more inclined to politics than he thought?
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“What is the point of wearing nice things if this is how we exit the shuttle?”

The question was directed to Srina and yet it was not. As they moved away from the shuttle the bluster died down, and Gerwald smoothed out his hair. Perhaps he should have tied it, but these days unless he was fighting he let his mane free. The more Gerwald became his own self, the person and knight his best friend had wanted him to become, the more in touch with certain Stewjonian habits he became.

One such habit was ensuring the door was opened for the Exarch before she reached it. His manners in that regard were not because she was female, force knew that a female from Stewjon would not be caught dead having a man open a door for her. Gerwald opened it because of her position. It was one way of showing respect. What Gerwald did not expect was the droid which greeted them opening the door before he could, almost getting smacked in the face. The lupine tried to recover, but was completely embarrassed, hoping Exarch Talon missed it all.

They were led to the conference room, which was nice, but nothing compared to the extravagance of what the Confederacy boasted. The room felt corporate, it was. Gerwald felt even less suited to business than he did politics. For a moment it felt as though he could breath. Introductions would be made, and until then, Gerwald remained quiet, and still. He would follow Exarch Talon’s lead. She would do most of the negotiating, and Gerwald would learn the craft.​

 

[Srina Talon]

Location: Denon
Objective: "Be a good not totally awful neighbor."
Tag: ExO | Elise | Gerwald Lechner

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“Relax, wolf.”

Her clipped tones gave nothing away. Was she annoyed? Was this simply a failed attempt at providing Gerwald Lechner some sort of comfort? Most simply assumed she didn’t know the meaning of the word. Mostly, they were correct. “Your anxiety is showing.”, a dry, emotionless murmur, pulled the words from betwixt naturally primrose tinted lips. Even as they prepared to make landfall, she gave nothing away. No sense of relief to have arrived. Apprehension about the meeting. There was simply nothing at all to behold. The attire of the Master Obsidian that accompanied her, somehow, had gotten mussed when they stepped from the starship. Srina couldn’t help but shake her head distantly.

Wolf, perhaps, was not the correct term. Were they heading into a battle of laser swords and witless worms? No. This was a different type of battle—In which he equated to a pup.

The Exarch seemed entirely poised. It didn’t bother her that they were on foreign soil, without arms, or anything to defend themselves. She had been to so many meetings of this nature in the past that they all turned out the same way. The Vicelord sent his prized, beloved one, and that potential sacrifice ensured a certain level of expectation. A favorable outcome. Perhaps, not all that had been intended, but a mutual sense of understanding.

Eyes of molten silver took in their urban surroundings with an intensity that missed nothing.

This was not her first trip to Denon.

Only—That excursion had ended with a lesson. A story. A warm reception, though, the milk-pale female suspected later on that it had something to do with the fascination the Father of Droids purportedly held for winsome organics. It certainly wasn’t the Confederate policy on droids being little more than property that had won the HK-46 unit over. Oddities aside—The largest difference? Then and now?

She hadn’t been greeted with a nest of Ysalamir in the past.

Mercurial eyes fell toward their host when the doors opened and a swan-like neck inclined. Her chin dipped, gracefully, at the brief greeting. It was polite, though there was a stark disconnect. It wouldn’t be obvious at first. The Exarch was hard on the senses, almost, as if there was always something wrong. A painting without color. Fireworks without sound. Most obviously was the sheer difference between the ability to display etiquette versus actually presenting an amiable persona. The young woman that accompanied the group on behalf of the Silver Jedi was likely far more engaging than she was. Kind. Srina could almost smell the light that threaded through her.

That had nothing to do with the Force—Or lack of it.

The words that fell from the Silver Representative caused her eyebrow to raise. Slightly. Only those that knew her best would realize she was amused. “Srina will do. Exarch Talon, if you must.”

The Echani turned her sight toward the nigh serpentine Mr. Fey. He would tower over her, though, he wasn’t quite as tall as Darth Carnifex. Even the Kalzerian smiled, she noted wryly.

Srina thought about giving it a try. Smiling. Supposedly, it created a feeling that could naturally elevate one’s temperament. Or perhaps it lowered blood pressure. Master Lechner ought to try it more often. The fleeting notion was ultimately dismissed. It was too early in this meeting to try and break her own face by pandering to what she thought they expected to see.

“The Confederacy appreciates your time, Mr. Fey. Shall we begin?”