Private To New And Old Friends

[Jahzra Rocvard]

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Equipment: [redacted]​

Tag: Noah Corek Myra Arceneau Dashiell Makai Dashiell​

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Jazz studied the menu as Myra talked and went about her antics with Makai, and listening. At the comment about long nights in the hyperlanes she glanced up. The insinuation wasn't lost on Jazz, and she couldn't argue. The thought made her face and ears heat for a moment, though it might've been hard to notice with the slight reddening her skin had already undergone. Or at least she hoped.

Makai went on to talk business in the food industry and making deals. An off-hand commentary but at the same time the subtle flex wasn't lost on her either. Not that either of them needed it. Still, it was light enough to not bother. It wasn't a deliberate needle or jab at either of them. Maybe he wasn't even aware of it? She pushed the notion away.

At his comment about giving Myra a break from talking a smirk plastered itself across her face. I'm sure there's other things she enjoys you doing with that mouth.

With her being the last to order she turned her attention to the waitstaff. "I guess I'll do the nerf steak too. Medium-rare." She glanced around the interior, seeing more patrons showing up. That was probably a good sign. With any luck they'd get a good sear on them. "I'll do the mashed tubers with buttery herbs." She passed the menu back.

At Makai's question she tilted her head just so. "I think we would consider it," she mused, glancing up at Noah. Not that she could speak for him, or would presume to. Her attention drifted back to the other couple. "Depending on what it is, of course." Here come the NDAs and Non-compete paperwork.

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[Noah Corek Jr.]

Tags: Jahzra Rocvard - Myra Arceneau Dashiell - Makai Dashiell
Equipment: Concealed

Junior's freckled face caught a bit of redness as Myra mentioned the 'long nights' it seemed like her husband wasn't the only one she was going to be teasing tonight. "The nights are pretty long but thankfully there's a lot to do on the ship. We share maintenance equally, I'm in charge of food, Jazz does the piloting…a pretty equitable arrangement."

Once everyone had ordered Junior gathered the menus and handed them off to the waiter before turning back to the conversation at hand. Myra and Makai talked about how his uncle Caspian was supplying the restaurant. He understood it was idle dinner talk and not bragging, at least he thought it wasn't.

The conversation continued and Junior reached for his glass and took a sip of his whiskey. The sip was almost spit out when words that were definitely not his own crossed his mind. Almost immediately he knew whose thoughts they were. Being in a rather confined space for days on end had let him grow accustomed to her mind in the Force and her natural Zeltron emphatic abilities had helped.

Looking over at Jazz he saw the smirk on her face and raised an eyebrow before a smirk of his own took over his face and he did something. Along with him becoming comfortable with her he had also found out he could use the Force to project images to her and he did so now, projecting a rather risqué image of punishment to her.

With that planted into her head he turned back towards Makai when he mentioned a contract and chuckled, shaking his head good naturedly. "Every time we meet, no matter when or where you always try to drag me into some scheme of yours Makky." The words were sarcastic but playful, holding no malice.

"Consulting?" He raised an eyebrow as that piqued his interest at least marginally. "Like my better half said, it depends on the work but we'd definitely consider it…for the right price of course."

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x | Tag: Makai Dashiell Noah Corek Jr. Jahzra Rocvard

Myra's smile was radiant but also entirely misleading. It was the sort of smile that made holojournalists comment on how gracefully she'd inherited her mama's composure. Underneath the table, however, her nails were making slow, deliberate work of Makai's thigh, tracing up and down in deceptively idle circles that said I know exactly what I'm doing.

Outwardly, she lifted her glass, swirling the wine gently before taking a sip.

"Cassian does fine work," she said smoothly with a warm smile. "It's good to see his steaks being featured in a place like this.."

She didn't miss the subtle choke he gave earlier at her touch, and that alone fueled her next stroke of her nails, a slow drag up his thigh that stopped just shy of his hip.

Returning her focus to Noah and Jazz, Myra's continued talks of business.

"Makai and I are expanding our logistics network and working with a few new trade routes through the Mid Rim. It sounds like the kind of thing you and Miss Rocvard might be perfectly suited for."

And while her tone was seemingly professional, her hand under the table gave one last slow rake up his thigh before settling, fingertips resting just high enough where those blue scales were to remind him that while she could play the polite heiress with ease, she was still his Myra and he was in trouble.

"And you mentioned moving religious artifacts, Miss Rocvard. That sounds fascinating. Do you specialize in cultural preservation, or is it more a matter of moving goods safely from point A to B?"

The waiter passed by, and she set her glass down just long enough to add, "Another pour, please, thank you," before refocusing entirely on the couple.

"I imagine work like that brings you into contact with all sorts of clients...nobility, temple curators, perhaps even a few less-than-legitimate collectors?"

And while Myra's tone was conversational, there was almost an analytical curiosity in it.

 

[Makai Dashiell]

Wearing | Gear : X | X | X | X | X | L3-37 | Interacting With : Myra Arceneau Dashiell , Noah Corek Jr. , Jahzra Rocvard

At this point he was very, very convinced the implant designed to mitigate the effects of Zeltron pheromones was defective on his wife. Perhaps a little convincing after this to visit a PharmaTech facility and get it checked. Considering he felt perfectly fine, it was the only explanation. Revenge? Seemed a bit drawn out for a mere cheek kiss.

Brows furrows a bit and he looked at her, giving Ellie the silent look of weirdo. Married, parents, and business owners they may be but at the heart of it they were twenty-somethings and weirdo was a valid insult. At least her hand had stopped near his hip and another glass of wine was on the way to keep her occupied.

"Not schemes. Real business opportunity." Makai had tried to convince Junior to join him before. "Myra and I are doing a joint venture for small parcel logistics in addition to other cargo. I was wondering if we could contract the both of you as consultants for the lanes as we get them established. Security protocols, fastest routes, best practices. We are willing to give you time to discuss it and get back to us at a later date."

Focus shifted to Miss Rocvard's previous work centered around religious artifacts. Taking another sip of wine, he shook his head.

"Don't let Persephone find out."

 

[Jahzra Rocvard]

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Tag: Noah Corek Jr. Myra Arceneau Dashiell Makai Dashiell​

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Jahzra fought back a laugh letting it linger only as an amused smile. "Oh, collectors for sure. Some for museums. Not much contact with temple curators or nobility."

Makai chimed and she nodded. "We'd have to get into terms and the numbers, but I see no reason why we couldn't offer at least that." She glanced over to Noah.

When Makai mentioned Persephone finding out , she hid the grin behind her water, taking a sip. Setting it down, she dipped the tip of one finger into the clear mixture, then hovered it over the Whyren's Reserve until one, then another drop fell in. She jostled the glass to mix it, then took a sip.

The Corellian whiskey was as good as ever, but she rarely got to enjoy it to it's fullest. Like many whiskeys, they took on a new profile, or brought it to it's fullest potential with a slight bit of water added just before drinking. It altered the chemistry in such a way as to break it to life with more body and bringing out all the notes.

Setting the glass back down she licked her lips lightly, and turned her attention back to the couple. "You'll have to forgive. The religious artifacts I spoke of aren't what you're thinking. While it is true, um--" She paused, then tilted her head as if conceding a point in some mental match or debate, "--we're not talking about statuary, iconography, or the like. These were instruments and implements of the Mando kind."

Would they put two and two together, then?

"It's my fault as I'm so used to speaking in code and euphemisms, and doing what I can to protect my clients identities and information"

She turned her attention back to Makai. "Small parcel. I assume this is more bespoke, delicate, discrete work for the discerning individual rather than working in economies of scale." Jazhra chewed her lower lip thoughtfully.

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[Noah Corek Jr.]

Tags: Jahzra Rocvard - Myra Arceneau Dashiell - Makai Dashiell

Being blissfully ignorant of the game that Myra was playing with Makai he was rather enthralled with his own loves and sending emotions and other stuff through their growing bond. Turning back towards the conversation, and giving Jazz a little bit of a reprieve from their own developing teasing, he chuckled and shook his head with a little amusement.

He nodded along with Jazz's response to Myra's question. "Most of our deliveries are uh…off the books so to speak. People pay well for anonymity." Was he purposely being cryptic? Perhaps. Was he doing it more to make Makai's head spin rather than to protect anything vital? Definitely.

When the conversation turned towards a possible business contract he picked his whiskey up and swirled it, letting the drink spin in the glass before taking a sip and letting out an appreciative sigh before turning to Jazz. "Thankfully Makky does generally pay well, the last few jobs I did with slash for him paid rather well and added more than a few toys to my collection…could be a good downpayment for that new ship we were talking about…"

He snorted, chuckled and titled his to look at Makai with a faux exasperated look when the half aquatic man spoke of his little sister. "Persie is still at it then? raiding old ruins and tombs for artifacts huh? At least it can be a profitable business…"

He rolled his eyes at the tip toeing, code talking and euphemisms that were being used and knowing that Myra was too polite to point it out and Makai was too thick-headed to figure it out he decided to address the proverbial bantha in the room and leaned his elbows against the table to speak. "Guns…me and Jazz have been running guns. Sometimes provided by the old man and sometimes procured from other sources. Mostly to the Core, or to those who are getting them to the Core."

Like Jazz he turned his attention to Makai and rubbed his chin thoughtfully, taking his and Jazz's words in. It wouldn't be the first time he'd done work like that, during his time work as a private contractor under his father he'd done more than a few jobs escorting dangerous or precious cargo discretely. Turning back to Jazz he gave her a thoughtful look. "Well…we've got more than enough cargo space…and if we need any extra muscle or technical expertise I've got some old army buddies I'm sure would jump at the work…"

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x | Tag: Makai Dashiell Noah Corek Jr. Jahzra Rocvard

Myra wa a lightweight.

Makai knew it, everyone in their family knew it. And the woman had a tendency of simply getting herself tipsy fairly easily unless she had something to sop up all that wine she was drinking.

So it was a good thing that the waiter came back to provide a plate full of piping hot bread and soft honey butter for the table.

Needless to say, Myra dug in with the gusto of someone more than a little hungry. Makai's thigh was saved from further scandal and tease and the conversation continued regarding business.

"Mmm, gunrunning. Mama said that was her bread and butter back when she first started Arceneau Trade."

 

[Makai Dashiell]

Wearing | Gear : X | X | X | X | X | L3-37 | Interacting With : Myra Arceneau Dashiell | Jahzra Rocvard | Noah Corek Jr.

"The idea I have for this is less....gunrunning and more consulting. I mean, you two may need to pull out the big guns. We're looking to ensure the routes are safe and free of pirates or any other major hazards. Myra and I don't consider Sith or Imperials hazards, but more pirates and warlords. I would also like you to troubleshoot any security problems that come up within the first six months."

Makai saw his wife in the corner of his eye, eating bread and butter as if he hadn't fed her all day. He couldn't tell if she was white girl wasted yet or trying to avoid that road. Considering how handsy she had been, he was already guaranteeing that by the time dinner wrapped up she would forget all about this game and fall asleep back to the hotel.

"Of course, Myra and I do pay well. Nor would be stop you from doing your other work, although a lot of this will be in the Core. I think it would be beneficial for both of us. I do request you think about it and come back with any counter terms."

Nodding as Ellie mentioned gunrunning and Danger, his hand inched towards one of the pieces of bread she had already buttered to take for himself.

 

[Jahzra Rocvard]

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Equipment: [redacted]​

Tag: Noah Corek Jr. - Myra Arceneau Dashiell - Makai Dashiell​

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The admission of gunrunning drew a sharp look in Noah's direction but just as quickly it faded as Myra spoke. It seemed she was going to have to do some education of her own once they were done here.

She visibly relaxed when Myra brought up her mother's gun running. That was something she'd not found in her research, but it wasn't like she dug through every family member's records.

Makai went on to speak, which drew her attention, fixed on him with the focus of fighter pilot running down the next bogey.

The Core. Jazz pulled up her mental map, the latest information on the situation in the galaxy, various fronts and their lines moving around. "The Core. Are you moving things within the core, or are we talking crossing borders and back? And piracy is usually in more backwater places. But again there's a lot of variables."

Travel times in the core were short, space was well-traveled there, and security patrols frequent. Piracy in the Core was very remote, or carried out by those that were foolish and suicidal, or the extremely slick and well-prepared. Fools would are and die. Elites could get away with it with some luck.

Or it was personal. Or specifically targeted.

Jazz shifted her gaze between them slowly, from Makai, to Myra, then back to Makai. "Who's giving you trouble? I'm sure you have the money to pay the Imps to look the other way, and that is tight space."

"And if you need extra security, I know a Captain that loves hunting pirates I can put you in touch with. For escort work and further consulting. He's a little rough around the edges but--" She trailed off, nodding. "--He gets the job done. Sometimes with extreme prosecution."

 

[Noah Corek Jr.]

Tags: Jahzra Rocvard - Myra Arceneau Dashiell - Makai Dashiell

The sharp and pointed look sent his way was seemingly ignored by Junior, though Jazz would most likely notice the slight upturning of his lip that he often had when he was trying not to give her a grin, same as when she walked by on the ship when he was working and he pinched her rear only for her to turn around and he was working still as if nothing happened.

Chuckling as he saw Myra digging into the bread and honey butter. Picking up a roll and a butter knife he spread the butter onto the roll in an expert manner, clearly someone who was comfortable with the use of a knife, be it for spreading butter or…other uses. He nodded at Myra's words and smiled brightly. "I'm aware. Your mom was the first big contract my father got selling his arms in a larger market, he credits a lot of his success to her support."

He listened to Makai talk about the problems in the Core and nodded. "Unfortunately the Sith and Imperials tend to let pirates and warlords run wild in and on the border of their territory. My main concern is that while you don't consider the Imps hazards…they definitely are going to consider you one eventually and I'm done fighting battles against them." Junior disdain for Sith and moreso Imperials was well known, having served in the GADF Army he'd seen more than a few battles against them.

He let Jazz speak her piece, taking bites out of his roll and washing each one down with sips of whiskey. When Jazz was finished and Makai brought up payment and terms he nodded his head. "I'd have to consult some people about rates and such, see how much extra personnel were gonna need and all that. As for terms…if this is going to be a new company we'd want an ownership stake. Two and a half percent each at least and the profit sharing that comes with it."

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x | Tag: Makai Dashiell Noah Corek Jr. Jahzra Rocvard

Myra dabbed her mouth with a napkin, her smile warm as she lifted her glass again.

"That sounds fair," she said smoothly. "If this is long-term, equity and profit shares make sense. We'll make sure the proposal reflects that."

She set her fork down, tone easy but assured. "Our goal's simple -- keep the Core lanes clean and quiet. No bribes, no surprise boardings, just smooth trade and discretion."

Her gaze flicked between Noah and Jazz with a bright nod. "You both sound like exactly the kind of people we need. And I'd be happy to meet your captain sometime."

Under the table, her foot found Makai's ankle and gave it a deliberate little nudge, sweet on the surface but carrying that unspoken we're not done warning. Outwardly, she turned back to Jazz with an easy laugh.

"And it's refreshing to meet people who can keep up with both business and banter. Makai tends to hog both."

Her tone was playful but that sparkle in her grey eyes promised her husband payback later.

 

[Makai Dashiell]

Wearing | Gear : X | X | X | X | X | L3-37 | Interacting With : Myra Arceneau Dashiell | Jahzra Rocvard | Noah Corek Jr.

Working like a spy extracting a datastick, his gaze was focused straight on the other couple across from them. However his actions were anything but attentive businessman. His hand had slid far enough to get that piece of buttered bread, inching it back to his plate. His wife was playing perfect hostess and accepting the terms for this partnership. It was adorable to see and he loved to see a powerful woman in action but there were more pressing matters.

The buttered bread.

Feeling safe enough to take a bite, as he did so her foot nudged against his. Head turned slightly towards her, brows furrowed. Was she letting him know about the buttered bread? Bit of a extreme reaction, but she had been hitting the wine pretty hard. He was fully expecting crying on the way home, or drunken pawing at him with a promise of a great night between the sheets, only to have her fall asleep in the middle of trying to get undressed.

If he was a betting man both possibilities were going to occur.

"I tend to hog both? Love, we barely make business deals together."

 

[Jahzra Rocvard]

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Tag: Noah Corek Jr. | Myra Arceneau Dashiell | Makai Dashiell​

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Jahzra mulled the matter over in her mind. Myra and Makai wanted her and Noah to scout out safe routes. The core was quite well traveled. And patrolled. By definition, except for military matters, traveling through the core was about as safe as one could get. It was the center of civilization.

This sounded more like digging out more specific hyperlanes. Like a private road or set of roads. Which would be fine and could work well. But that kind of work wasn't cheap in civilized space, but especially for places less savory or well=known.

Myra went on to add they were looking for discretion. The best way to go about that would be to be eye-wateringly boring. Completely ordinary. Perfectly perfect and boring paperwork. Hauling completely, utterly boring and ordinary cargo, along hyperlane routes so traveled a child could do it.

But they wanted to haul unique, bespoke cargo, possibly hire on a small security force, and pussy-foot around about it and hope the Imperials didn't take notice. It was as close to talking out of both sides of one's mouth as Jazz could imagine.

This was the part she hated--missing pieces of the puzzle. Being blind. Myra and Makai seemed like a loving, healthy couple. They seemed to have nary a care or concern, save with each other. But it was like watching to Lorrdian actors in a holodrama. All the body language cues were right. But she didn't feel anything off of them. Only what her own reactions and interpretations could give her.

The more she thought about it, the more things didn't add up. And as far as she could tell, there were no tactful or classy ways to call it out, and get clarification. Not without offending either of them or stepping on their toes.

Buying some time, she fished one of the rolls from the basket, then slid a knife into the center. A moment later, a pad of butter slid inside, starting to melt in the roll's interior heat. It didn't take long for the whipped honey butter to do so and infuse into the breaded interior.

She followed up with an experimental bite, and for the moment found the fresh bread and honey butter was a delightful combo she hadn't had in a long time. Eyes closed, she let out a small sound of approval, head lolling back and shoulders dropping a visible notch. "I'll take a pound of that butter and a bag of those rolls," she murmured mostly to herself.

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[Noah Corek Jr.]

Tags: Jahzra Rocvard - Myra Arceneau Dashiell - Makai Dashiell

Junior leaned back into the chair, taking in the conversation and letting his mind comprehend everything that was being said. As he did this his eyes darted over to Jazz, he knew the face she took on when she was thinking things through and it was the exact look she had draped over her face at the moment.

He too found himself wondering why they were so focused on keeping the Core quiet. From his understanding the shipping lanes in the Core were the most remarkably quiet in the entire galaxy, since these lanes connected the most prosperous and wealthy planets in the galaxy who either had the protection of an interplanetary government, raised and armed their own armed forces or simply paid off anyone who threatened them.

"I'll admit Myra…I'm a bit skeptical. That kind of stuff very rarely happens in the Core. Admittedly there might be an uptick with the Alliance faltering as it is but I doubt it'll be enough to cause any real harm to the shipping lanes, especially once the planetary governments start setting up patrols."

Junior, like his father, had studied history and the rise and fall of governments was a pattern that was all too discernible. Hence the reason he took his discharge papers well in advance, there was no reason trying to get past captain when there would be no army to serve in.

It was about this time he could feel the anxiety and concern rising from Jazz and he did his best to help her by sending her understanding and calm through, understanding why she felt this way and calm to try and ease the way she felt.

He almost full on laughed at Makai's statement and shook his head. "Well I'm certain as you guys do more of it you probably will Makai." He then turned to Jazz as she muttered, his more attuned hearing catching her words as he leaned to whisper into her ear. "I'll make sure to get some ordered and delivered to the ship."

 

[Makai Dashiell]

Wearing | Gear : X | X | X | X | X | L3-37 | Interacting With : Myra Arceneau Dashiell , Jahzra Rocvard , Noah Corek Jr.

Makai wasn't sure if Junior knew abut the Blackwall and the implications for shipping lanes. Merchants were exempt and he had been past the Blackwall a few times himself. Had to prove he was a neutral entity but it wasn't exactly easy - patrols and searches were a threat. While the Sith weren't stupid and knew commerce was needed to grow, they were cautious and paranoid, which lead to delays. Add in the various battles with the Alliance and it wasn't as if shipping lanes were 'quiet'.

Perhaps they had different definitions of quiet.

"Skeptical is fine. As we mentioned, more something to just consider. It's going to be something you will have to discuss with Miss Rocvard over the coming days. We don't need an answer now."

A look went in the direction of Ellie and a small shift of his shoulders. A subtle shrug she would catch on to - if she wasn't already too white girl wasted. Perhaps he had misread Junior. It seemed every time Makai proposed a business deal or partnership the man clamed up and retreated. If it wouldn't offend the man he would have slipped Junior his therapists' contact information. There had to be something there.

Their mains arrived, nerf steaks all around. Makai paused to look his over, just so he could report back to his cousin on Saleucami.

"I'll take feedback on the nerf. Caspian, my cousin, likes to know they are treating the end product right. Caring for a nerf herd isn't easy, I would know."