This Is Where They'll Go

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Triam Akovin"]

Kiran wasn't a business man.

He had never been one, and he would never be one. Alric had always taken care of the business that surrounded Kiran, he had even helped the Zeltron create Saeva before he disappeared. Yet he knew from watching his friend that a business could not survive for long if it did not find alternate sources of earning money. Saeva of course was a Private Military Company, one that was famed for its...moral flexibility.

Of course, that status earned the corporation quite a few credits, but it also earned them a reputation. Not everyone was eager to hire Saeva, and Kiran knew that eventually times would get tough. So to combat that, to bring Saeva into a new era and make the company a bit more well rounded, Kiran had had an idea.

There were few famous prisons in the galaxy. There was Kessel, The Pit, a few others, but few of them had the niche of holding everyone.

Kiran had seen that, and he had seen the opportunity in it. That was why he was here today, meeting Triam Akovin. The woman was famed for her corporations gathering resources, as well as the defense technology they produced. Kiran knew that if he wanted to build a prison, one that catered to every audience, he would need a partner with the capabilities he did not currently have.

Such would be the price of survival.

 

[Cassus Akovin]

Meeting here though, was a question of where, exactly, Triam Akovin was currently residing.

Ordinarily her base of operations would have been aboard her impromptu rather unprofessional residence within her YT-1300 Light Freighter The Junk'd Up Ship... but for a meeting like this she required a more... streamlined approach. Such has been her obsession since emerging from a six year hermitage. So, sitting in a desk within her brand spanking new highly modified Modified Blockade Runner, complete with Nightshadow Coating, Tibanna X Fuel Cells, and backup S-6 Hyperdrive Unit to its already impressive Series 500 Hyperdrive, with a full squadron of Aquila Stealth Fighters along with two spares.

She didn't even know what to name the damn thing.

Regardless, whenever it was that [member="Kiran Vess"]'s ship boarded with hers, he would be escorted by not one, not two, but twenty TA4 Ultra Battle Droids outfitted with Icon-class Personal Energy Shields, to her executive suite, with all corridors guarded by various defense such as the twenty recessing immobile turrets installed in the ceilings of every major corridor, above the executive suite and bridge that can be activated from the bridge or the executive suite. Each of these turrets holding a twin-mounted Hyperion Squad Automatic Weapon and ACS-202 Vanquisher Light Repeating Blaster. Each weapon in the turret connecting to a twenty kilogram power generator or a five hundred round .32 caliber slug magazine, feeding the weapon ammunition. All the ray shields were deactivated for ease of access, but Triam for the first time in her life was able to project monetary power through her use of advanced technology... that in all honesty, was 100% not hers, in her opinion. Impressive, but not hers.

In truth, these defense were not displayed because she wanted to display power, but because she couldn't figure out how to active just one damn droid without activating the entire anti-boarding cadre of defenses. If only she had Mr. Follow around, but he was currently away under an improvement regiment with one [member="Draco Vereen"] as he completed the rest of his bargain with her in exchange for the not small amount of Phrik she mined on Demonsgate more than six years ago. She was still waiting on one [member="Dagora-Kel"], to alchemize something for her, upon his discretion, but for the most part, she was very pleased by what Phrik could afford her these days.

Never again was she going to place a standard price on such high quality material like that again, go Auction or go home baby.

When finally Kiran Vess reached the Executive Suite where Triam resided counting over 5 million credits earned by a single auction alone (most of which directly form the phrik), she would look upon him through the visor of her newly refurbished armor, further increasing her image as a very imposing and powerful woman who had her hands into some of the higher places in the galaxy.

Taking off her helmet and setting it down on the desk, she would flourish her short cut spiked golden locks, and piercing blue eyes would cut through every detail of the man standing in the doorway, analyzing every feature he presented available to her.

"I would apologize for the rather impressive display of force in escorting you here to my private quarters, but I'm pleased to say that am still getting used to the specifics of this particular vessel and how it is controlled. I'd have escorted you personally, but as of late I've found myself with quite of lot of work to accomplish, given that I've temporarily been given custody of a second company larger than the one I founded, upon the maternity leave of one my closer friends, and with iBorg nipping at my heels for new ideas you can understand that my available time is scheduled very neatly into a rather strict regiment." She started to say, before walking casually around her desk to outstretch her arm to shake with the man's hand.

"Bullcrap." A word from her associate could be heard from a jetstream meditation pool. Offering a quick glare to where ever Crol H'hurut's voice could be heard from in a separate section of the Suite, her brows furrowing at the indecency her red Zeltron "friend" produced in her otherwise impeccably professional and imposing environment. Despite this, she returned to her client with a reassuring smile.

"Anyway, as you know my name is Triam Akovin, and as I understand it you have a business proposition for me, Mr...? What was it again?"