Location: Confederate Space - Geonosis - Golbah City - The Citadel -
[Landing Platform/Top Floor to Meeting Hall]
Wearing: This
Weapons/Armor: None
Chocolate eyes, flecked with cinnamon, swept over the dashing gentleman that the Vicelord had assigned to assist her in this endeavor.
He was late. There was nothing Alessandra despised more than tardiness, with the sole exception of governmentally funded assistance programs, which had a tendency to run without proper oversight. There was no excuse for it. Turning her dark eyes back to her guests her lips quirked in an approachable fashion, her ever-practical smile softening, at the shallow bow the Deputy Minister gave.
Ah. This was to be one of
those meetings.
“Properly enough.”, Alessandra responded to Adron, as their guests seemed a little tongue-tied, perhaps exhausted from their travels. Neither creature had actually spoken much upon their arrival. Perhaps the crowded landing pad was a little too much for them? Or perhaps, the small complement of Magnaguards that accompanied her made them nervous? Regardless, she’d not make anyone endure the unforgivably arid weather any more than necessary. The former Imperial seemed to read her mind and suggested they take the proceedings indoors.
“Mr. Malvern, my consultant, is quite right. Please, gentlemen, come this way. You may bring your security if you wish.”
The Minister of Commerce turned and moved toward [member="Adron Malvern"] and slid her arm through his, as if they were old friends, rather than meeting for the first time. It gave the appearance of a united front. Regardless what the truth of the matter was, half of the battle of negotiation revolved around appearances, while the other half revolved around winning a war half the table didn’t know was happening.
“Impressive suit, Mr. Malvern.”, the half-epicathix murmured, her tone touched with amusement, and something unknown.
Once in the cool air of the Citadel she felt a little more relaxed. Even beneath the harshness of fluorescent lights, she was lovely, and it would soon become apparent that the woman was not unaware. She simply ignored it. At least, until it suited her. Truly, as many Genosian would admit, there was no pleasure, no rapture, no exquisite sin greater than central air. “Our business today will be conducted in one of our private meeting halls.”, she turned her head to speak to [member="Darben Skirae"] and [member="Rahn Haaku"], ignoring entirely, the vast amount of people scurrying out of their way.
Adron was, as she had heard, on the fast track to a Ministry position. If what her little birds had told her was true, it was for the Minister of War, and the appointment would be weighed heavily on her review. It was an interesting dilemma he seemed to face. First, he had belonged to the Empire, to the CSA, and now—to the Confederacy? She was intrigued to see how long it would last.
It didn’t take long to get to the meeting hall. It was a large room with a fully stocked wet bar and a long table, made of glistening knotted wood, surrounded by high backed chairs. It was most definitely meant for a larger group but it had the essentials. The entirety of the wooden table was actually a holo-table, and there was plenty of room for the Magnaguard, as well as any security from their Commenor friends.
Alessandra released Adron and made her way to the head of the table, where one of the Magnaguard pulled out her seat, and she took it soundlessly. Hands folding in her lap, she waited momentarily, for the gentlemen to do the same.
“Before we begin—Is there anything we can get you? Water? Perhaps something a little stronger?”
If anyone required anything there was a servant droid standing off to the side. They need only speak their desires and the servant droid would see it met. Alessandra sat back slowly, shoulders straight, as she evaluated her fellow capitalists.
“I must admit, it is a little strange, to receive a request from Commenor. We were informed that this act comes with an expressed endorsement from her Majesty. That is fact—Correct?”
By her Majesty, of course, Alessandra referred to the Queen of Commenor. Surely, both men in the room would know, and understand, the potential conflict of interest. The young woman waited, seemingly patiently, to see what the representatives from the CSA had to say.