Welcome to the New Age (ACA Aftermath Thread, Open to Business Owners)

[Hira Mitsae]

[member="Danger Arceneau"]

Tatooine and the Tatoo system at large weren’t considered all that important in the Galactic terms, to public knowledge they didn’t have anything of note- no minerals, heavy metals, big sprawling city planets or anything else that might have piqued the interest of the corporate world. But that was just the first layer of profit, the easiest and mostly the source that would be expended within a few years, Irani was here not to make a quick buck… instead he wished to make an investment, one that might give him returns in the many years to come.

Some probes would be sent to Adriana, most notably its rings of ice. The wish was to test the purity of the ice after all these years, a few were sent to the gas giant itself. Irani doubted it would yield anything major, but perhaps there were substances to find that could be profitable for the long term. Other gas giants within the system would be given the same treatment, preliminary tests et cetera.

<< Miz Arceneau, I do not believe in small measures or a wasteful approach. The galaxy at large wishes to believe that Tatooine is a little dustball and that the Tatoo System is worthless, I choose to believe otherwise. >>

Irani tapped the cigar, ash settled down.

<< I presume you are interested in securing the system from undesirable attention? >>

It was an educated guess, the Ocelot had been put through the final test stages just a few weeks ago and they were finally ready to start producing and selling them in tall order. Irani knew the worth of the platforms and perhaps more importantly he knew how they could be abused - potentially against the few allies that he valued in this galaxy.

This all came together in the singular notion that whilst profit could be had, the sales of the Ocelot would be limited to only a select few organizations, nations and individuals with deep enough pockets and the right mixture of audacity and good ol’ fashion sense.

 

[Barkt Melan]

"Repeat that, please." the bothan said, his eyes locking onto the division manager. "Just so I'm sure I heard you right."

The older woman sighed. "We can't afford to hire anyone. There's no money in the budget."

Barkt sighed, putting his head in his hands. This meeting wasn't going well. He had hoped they could do their bit, hire some workers and cool down the place for a bit. But the money that had gone the droids had taken up the money needed to hire. "Do we have any options?"

"There's the option of taking on a loan, but you'd be paying it off for years." the financial adviser, a tall Muun in a long robe added. He wold probably make money from that, after all. His bank was one of the better ones. "It would give you the money, and the interest rates aren't all that bad."

"We could sell the bots." the Engineering head spoke. "We may not be able to break even like that, but it's a start."

"If we do that, we'll go under in a few weeks." the older woman, head of Reception, snapped. "We spent the money on them, and we can't afford to waste them."

"Calm down, Sam." the bothan sighed. "We get it. You like your droids." Slowly he stood, typing something into his datapad before projecting the charts onto the screen. "But you didn't buy the right droids. You should have gotten C-410s, not the 400s." that drew a chuckle, to Sam's embarrassment. "You spent more than twice what you should have."

"I'm sorry, sir, I..."

He didn't let her finish. "But you took it out of the HR fund, not your own. That's why we can't hire anyone." He did a few more taps. "Furthermore, you spent your own budget on a nice retirement home on Onderon."Why did you need that?" Before he returned to her flustered face, he placed the records on screen. Waiting a minute as she stammered some nonsensical response, He shook his head. "You're fired for trying to take advantage of the karking horrendous situation we're in." As she left flustered, he sighed. "So, how many people could we hire to replace her?"

"About four or five, more if we rehire the staff."

"Do it." The Bothan closed his eyes.

He hated people somedays.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

[member="Marek Starchaser"]

While Taeli waited to hear from the security forces, and her other convoy waited to hear back from Viceroy [member="Gerion Ardik"] about working on Hypori, hiring went on. The ACA might want her and her company gone, but that would probably be a foolish decision given the state of things. She was trying to help, give these people jobs, and expand her business and partnerships.

Already her engineers were reporting with the increased work force they had just hired, the shipyards they could assemble above Rishi would be completed in record time. All those people would retain a job constructing the ships, even being given mid-level foremen positions and other technical positions if they had the skill set.

Even then, another convoy was on the way to the Iskalon system to speak with the species living there about hiring workers and building shipyards there, but that would take some time to iron out. Taeli and Krayt Industries would wait for either the go ahead or the refusal. She just hoped they realized she was just trying to help.

 

[Caulder Dune]

[member="Darth Arcanix"]

Krayt Industries,

We are pleased to inform you that your request to do business on Hypori has been approved.

Please remember that failure to comply with labor regulations regarding employee work shifts, unions, and so forth will be met with fines, seizure of property, or total eviction from the planet. Facilities will be inspected regularly to ensure safe working conditions and procedures. Failure to provide documents and information upon request of Hypori's Bureau of Labor Policy and other relevant institutions will result in severe penalties.

Enjoy your stay on Hypori.

Sincerely,

The Office of the Viceroy of Hypori

 

[Irys Arist'lar]

[member="Darth Arcanix"]

Irys had a relatively generic message sent to Krayt industries to arrange a meeting. There were several projects for ACA vessels that needed development, and there was perhaps scope for Krayt to collaborate with HKD on some projects and pick up some new contracts with a major faction along the way.

 

[Corey's OOC]

So many people in his space. Well, not his space, but the space that used to be run in no small part due to him. Now it was an area of growth and economic expansion. The Techno Union was working to foster relations with non-genocidal companies, and to commit joint projects, technology sharing and friendly competition, creating markets and blocking the companies that were not fit for the Union itself.

Granted, that was decided in no small part from the corporations within. Did another company have technology that could benefit one of the existing companies? They could stay. He knew he needed to watch for competitors and play the market, but there was a bit of nepotism here, and that was important in decision making. He did know the major players, and Krayt was getting the go-ahead from Hypori's Vice... That was interesting news.

Putting a call out to all of the CEOs in the Techno Union, Marek was arranging a meeting on Hypori, which meant he needed the Viceroy as well.

“With the recent change in population and... everything, the Techno Union is welcoming CEOs that are approved by the Viceroyalty of Hypori, the base of the Techno Union, to join us for a meeting. You may petition your case with the Viceroy to be granted permission to land. We will discuss the future of our corporations.” This made it out to [member="Danger Arceneau"], [member="Gerion Ardik"], @Bart Melan, [member="Darell Irani"], and [member="Irys Arist'lar"] among any others.

The next message was for the Bothan Admiral. “Do you want to handle the Krayt Industry rep? See what they can offer?”

And the final one was out to his Viceroy. “So, meeting? What is the word in the pipeline about some of these new comers?”

 

[Danger Arceneau]

[member="Darell Irani"]

There was a small quirk at the corner of Danger’s mouth.

Well well well… what do we have here? she’d muse, watching the cerulean image of the pale eyed man’s visage through her holoarray. She gave a slow blink, a narrowing of her eyes that would peer at the man, trying to appraise the situation as well as the man himself.

Her fingers would give a gentle tap upon the fine wood grain of her desk, a gentle beat that would not transfer through the comm call. She kept her expression cordial, warm, perhaps with a tinge of mild amusement? It was hard to determine, but that was exactly how Danger wanted it.

Darker thoughts were best left in the rear of her mind, where she didn’t have to think about ice blue eyes and the hurt that would strike at his apparent betrayal.

<< I’ve already defenses of my own in this system, Mistah Darell >> well one couldn’t deny the combat fleet with a medley of Santhe, Silk, and Mandal Hypernautics ships. The picket carrier of the Peregrine held enough firepower in and of itself with one, much the less the amount that would scout the territory. Twin Xoxan ISD’s were at the helm as flagships, so it was to not surprise that there were measures in place already.

The question was just how much more would she need? And what if the fleet wasn’t there to defend it?

<<However, a girl can never be too careful…>> there was a glittering in her emerald eyes, a keen sense of intellect. She certainly desired what Ty’rel had to give… question was, just how much was she willing to pay for it? She had dealt with Ovmar before, this was someone entirely new.

<<And I’ve an inkling that perhaps you might be able to help me with that>> No man wanted to be told things, and if there was anything Danger knew it was men. If a man could enjoy the feeling that one was doing a favor to a woman, all the better.

<<However, you do honor me with your presence… Perhaps you would so desire to join me at my table?>> she would invite him over, and perhaps from there enjoy this discussion further.

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[member="Danger Arceneau"]

A man, not every man. But there was no denying that this discussion would be best had in person, beyond the fact that Irani was quite interested to see how the woman would measure up in reality - his memories told him things, but it hardly shared everything there was to know about her. There was amusement noticed in the slightly raised brow, Arceneau was a connector, a diplomat of sorts that had and would probably be juggling parties for quite some time to go, but she hadn’t ever met him.

Irani was a different beast to Ovmar, at least that was what he was trying to be. Not always all that succesfully, but it was a start, no?

<< Agreeable, miss Arceneau. As you might have noticed I am already in the system >> Darell did not believe in half measures and an expansion such as this one could be of most benefit to the both of them, in more ways than one perhaps.

He crushed the cigar and then a light shrug conveyed nonchalance.

<< I can be there within the hour. >>

Why delay the inevitable?

 

[Danger Arceneau]

<< I’ll ready the Reserve, then.>> came her subsequent coo. She gave another warm smile, half hooded eyes relaying intrigue. Ah, always the siren.

<< Alisha’ven will greet you. >> access codes would transfer over to Darell, providing him with the necessary transponder codes to allow him to enter Tatooine space without any hassle.

<< Until then, Mistah Darell >> she gave a slight incline of her head, a press of a button disconnecting the feed.

She spent another few seconds mulling over this. What this would mean. Her lips would purse. Times were changing, what in the wake of the Nine Hells opening up and spilling the dead into the ‘Verse. That wasn’t even including the cogs of war and how things would change. The Republic. The One Sith. The Protectorate… even beyond with Sanctum and the Primeval.

Word had it that the Rebellion had staged some kind of coo on Geonosis. The thrum of her fingertapping grew louder. She had facilities there, meant she would have to finally deal with their kind -- and rebels were a finicky bunch. Great for contracts of arms; risky in terms of reputation.

Everything had a time and a place.

Her attention would drift from the spot on her desk on over to the comm array. Another push of a button and she’d hail the Rutian that was her right hand woman.

“Lisha… get the girls ready. We’re gonna have us some company.”

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[member="Danger Arceneau"]

And so the transmission was cut off, Irani didn’t move from his seat though and instead kept pondering on the implications and complications that this could present. He was not blind, he knew exactly where his weaknesses were and inherited from his predecessor beautiful women was his blind spot and Arceneau could certainly be defined as part of said blind spot. That said, he had the advantage over Ovmar in this one, because he was firmly aware of his limitations in this regard.

‘Prepare a shuttle, I am visiting Tatooine it seems.’

The rest of the fleet would be left where it was, this served two purposes. The first would be a gesture of goodwill and secondly acknowledgement of her authority over the system, this would either amuse her or she would take it as her due.
Regardless, Irani lost nothing with it and would win a great deal.

As his shuttle left for Tatooine, his men would work on establishing objectives for the site anyway. They would make sure that once go-ahead was reached, they would be able to move out immediately. The gas giants and ice rings were first priority, it would give them a source of water and perhaps there were valuable resources within the giants themselves too.
Eridium Industrial was slowly growing.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

“They ain’t moving.”

Alisha’s half amused tamber would dance on over at the direction of the Queen of Trade. Danger went rounding her desk, a slow sway of hips with that graceful gait, her hands lightly resting just over her belly in her walk.

“Is that so?” she’d ask, arching an eyebrow. Many had wondered just what the successor of Ty’rel would do. That he had brought in a fleet of his own into the Tatoo System meant something. That he didn’t deploy them meant all together more.

“Well, he does have some manners,” Danger would draw with notable cheek. Arms would come up to cross over her chest, a slight tapping of her foot indicating the growing intensity of her thoughts.

“He’s here for something, of that I can be sure of.” Danger would say aloud, her thoughts coming into an audible questioning. In her hand she held a small platinum case, her thumb lightly tapping the decorated surface.

“I doubt it’s for the Baklava,” Alisha would quip back with mirth, hip cocking to the side as she would match the redhead’s posture. Around them, indentured servants would set the scene. They brought out finger foods to delight the palate, hot and cold along with a large bowl of fruit. Fresh spring water - a rare commodity on the arid world - would be set out on the table. Rarer still, ice to accompany it in shallow ice buckets.

“The baklava is amazing…” Danger would chirp back, but the narrowed expression that would follow would indicate she didn’t believe it was for niceties either. Nonetheless, he had stayed his hand.

That earned him her favor.

“Bring the man up, once he arrives.” the titan maned female would relay to the Twi’lek, her saunter taking her over towards a wide arched window that would oversee the town of Mos Eisley. A flick of her thumb would depress the latch of the platinum cigarrillo case she held in her hand. With a careful pluck of her fingers, she would remove a slender white cylinder of her vice. A few taps would beat against the surface after she snapped it closed.

“Reckon this may take the rest of the night.”

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[member="Danger Arceneau"]

In the meanwhile Irani was still in the transport en route to the planet of Tatooine. The transportation from his little fleet to Mos Esley proper wouldn’t be done in a matter of moments, an hour at the minimum, which granted him enough time to do some much needed work right here in the Abrion Corporate Alliance and its former territories. Ovmar would have contacted Arceneau during the trip, to make pleasant conversation, Irani did no such thing instead preferring to let her wonder what he was up to and what the plans currently were.

At this point Irani was not yet sure if he could and would count the formidable woman as an ally, possibly, but it could go either way. He did not know her and that made her a liability for now. That musing complete the businessman pulled out his datapad and started directing other movements within the worlds of the ACA, with himself being tied up on Tatooine for the time being, his eyes settled on the distant world of Excarga.

It used to have ties with the Mining Guild, but that was the refreshing thing about the Netherworld- perhaps the only good thing that had come from the desolation; ties meant little, when billions disappear and riots wreck the streets. Irani doubted the Mining Guild was faring all that well right about now and Eridium Industrial would make use of that situation.

Firstly by contactings certain agents within the vicinity of the planet, checking out how the current situation truly was, Who was in charge, if anyone, what were their plans and ambitions. The price of real-estate might be a pleasant feed of information too.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

[member="Irys Arist'lar"] [member="Marek Starchaser"] [member="Gerion Ardik"]

With the two messages, Taeli gave the go ahead for the workers at Rishi and the convoy at Hypori to begin work, making sure to hire and employ the locals. The convoy at Hypori sent its thanks to the Viceroy and informed him that anyone hired by Krayt for the new droid factory would be receiving all of that, plus ten percent on top of what they had previously made, based on evidence of past work.

To the one message Taeli had received for a meeting, she smiled and sent a reply back asking where the meeting was to take place. Looking up as she hit send, she could see construction crews and drones already unloading the modules for the Type III orbital yards they would be building above Rishi. More shuttles were coming up from the surface with even more new hires, and it wasn't going to stop for now. She had a powerful and healthy economy and Sith credits flowing in, she could afford everything and then some right now.

On Hypori, three hiring stations were set up as the convoy ships landed to unload the building materials at the designated site. Any Hypori officials were welcome to come and oversee and inspect everything being unloaded and built.

For Iskalon, Taeli's right hand man had been dispatched to negotiate with the locals. They were seeking for some of the Quarren and Mon Cals that lived on the world to assist with the yards, as well as promising the planetary government part of the profits and ships from the yards as theirs. Work would begin once that deal was ironed out.

 

[Onrai]

Work at Kamino would proceed as plan, regardless of the situation on Hypori. More Kaminoans would find themselves to be employed by the company, as the operations at the planet's laboratory would end up expanding. Those hired from Hypori would find themselves receiving the necessary credits for transit to Raxus Prime, where new operations would begin to start up and the labor force would be most required.

Aside from the work currently being put forth, a meetup regarding Emeritus' entry into the Techno Union would hopefully be occurring soon with [member="Marek Starchaser"], in order to ensure that Emeritus received the same treatment business-wise as other corporations currently involved in ACA space.

Now, where else would be an adequate location?

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Upon [member="Darell Irani"]'s arrival, he would find a Rutian Twi'lek waiting for him with a rather curiously sassy grin on her face. She wore typical spacer attire, so much so it would be somewhat difficult to discern she was more than who she seemed to be had it not been for that cocksure pose of hers.

And her mouth.

"Mistah Irani, I take it?" would come her far too interested drone, the tamber of her voice following that distinct rise and fall reminiscent of thick namane nector; heady and just as likely to be intoxicating.

There was a catty smile to her, and the way she'd let her lavender eyes wander the man would suggest she had more than business in mind. However, she was here to fulfill an objective.

A hand would extend, and in that she would green the man. 'Names 'Lisha... Welcome to Tatooine." she'd say, just as a small dust devil would lazily swirl on by.

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[member="Danger Arceneau"]

Excarga had been hit relatively hard by the Netherworld, its entire fortune had been built up on its mining resources and the constant transports going back and forth to take the mined goods back to the Core worlds for refinery and/or usage. But with nine tenths of the galaxy simply vanishing… things had become slightly more complicated, there hadn’t been any wants for ores and other rare minerals- the prices hadn’t even gone down, they simply disappeared. That being said, even with the prices high up and people coming in to take the ore away they would find themselves with an issue.

Most of the industry had been done by people, droids had done the heavy manual labor, but the more specialized business had been attended by the ol’ folks; with them gone there simply wasn’t anyone doing a job of mining the ore, sorting and all the other shet ya gotta do to make things work. Meant that today Excarga was still reeling back from the punch delivered, people were slowly tracking towards the planet, but most people focused their capital on the core worlds of their interests.

Meant that it was ripe to be invested in and that was what Irani loved to hear, he punched in a few numbers and sent them out to his agents currently busying themselves on the surface of the world. At the end of the day Eridium Industrial would have a respectable presence on Excarga, all for a penny’s worth in comparison to how much money it would have cost in the past.

~~~​

A transport landed on the platform inside the compound of Arceneau Trading Company, sand dust flew away from the heavier air pressure generated by the landing, the sun was heavy, red, slowly moving to settle itself behind the horizon, a picturesque view if anything else. The heavy gloom almost pressed against Irani’s mind and beckoned to him, it said just relax. We have you and yours. Miz. Arceneau had picked a grand spot for her heavily fortified compound on Tatooine, how quaint.

His foot left the durasteel safety and boot placed itself firmly on the slightly dusty duracrete walkway, he was alone, no guards or aides to speak of. Either the businessman didn’t believe in it, or there wasn’t anyone he could trust- either option was telling of a specific character. Irani walked across the platform and finally ended up in the care of the buxom, rutian-tinted twi’lek, and got the impression he was being sized up; in all the wrong and right ways.

Anywhere else it would have gotten a positive reception, but in Chateau de Arceneau this was just another game to be played. Darell gently took her hand in his- gently, because he was almost literally twice her size. Sometimes being who he was… was awkward for interaction.

Irani didn’t kiss the hand, shallow inclination of the head was the replacement, it would show respect, but not the familiarity.

‘A pleasure, miss Lisha.’ the Titan’s heavy rumble answered. ‘I hope my little expedition and initiative did not scare you and yours.’

 

[Corey's OOC]

There was a lot going on. A lot.

Marek was shaking his head. [member="Gerion Ardik"] was allowing companies to land on Hypori, and that was fine by him. He knew that the fleet was going to deal with [member="Darth Arcanix"] for now. He'd get to Hypori in a moment. But first let him take a selfie he needed to see what his favorite CEO was doing.

And no, not only because she was hot.

What was [member="Sasha Santhe"] doing up and about. “Hey, Sasha, keeping busy? What can I do for you?” He saw the contact coming in from a Santhe channel and figured he could just go straight for the head of the snake. Or whatever. Santhe was a good company, he enjoyed working with them, both personally and on a professional level.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

[member="Marek Starchaser"] [member="Irys Arist'lar"] [member="Gerion Ardik"]

With the mass influx of workers, work was going at a pace Taeli hadn't ever anticipated. The ACA workers were professional and quick, and that was something Taeli could very well smile about. Still waiting for where this meeting was to take place, Taeli continued to observe and coordinate the efforts of the three convoys and production sites. Rishi was going steadily, the flare of plasma torches showing as the teams began assembling the modules, with even more workers being hired and brought up into space to begin building a second Type III.

On Hypori, ground had been broken already for the droid facility there, with Krayt workers having set up pre-fab structures and brought equipment down for the new workers. The new hires were immediately put to work to offloading and assembling equipment and building the facility, their first paycheck having been sent up front to them as an incentive.

Iskalon would be the slower area as negotiations continued, but the Quarrens seemed for it and some had already been hired to work for Krayt. More and more people for the ACA would be employed now, and Taeli smiled as she hoped it would engender good relations for her company to actually set up in this region.

"I wonder where this meeting will take place," she mumbled, looking over the reports streaming across her datapad.

 

[Alisha'ven]

[member="Darell Irani"]

Now this was interesting, mused the Rutian, one smooth brow arching up in curiosity. Not that he wasn’t a looker, she’d think to herself, the corner of her mouth twisting in near minx-like pleasure.

“Mmm…” Alisha began, lavender eyes widening in blatant appraisal. Granted, this was typical Alisha. She began from the top of his head, over the wide shoulders before wandering on to more southerly ventures.

The corner of her mouth quirked ever higher.

“No, the pleasure is all mine.” her eyes would dance with notable devilry, her lekku giving a subtle twitch, the tips curling in slightly over her chest. A gesture would sweep to invite the man to follow her; beckon really.

Those that knew Alisha would wonder if she ever did anything without her nethers taking over.

Likely it didn’t.

“If you would please, Mistah Irani…” so began her two step backward switch and turn; then came the provocative sway. “Follow me.”

Clearly, Companion training was standard in the onboarding process for all Arceneau employees.

Or maybe Alisha was just a tart.

She gave a cheeky grin over her shoulder at Darell.

Yep. A Tart.

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[member="Alisha'ven"]

She would just be able to catch Irani looking back up from her own southern ventures, in the end Irani was just a man and one that had been influenced by a certain other grinny Sith Lord. He really couldn’t help himself, genetics and all that, losing battle from the moment the man laid his eyes on Alisha.

‘Right behind you.’ he replied, while resolving himself to really get to know her on a later date, at least if Arceneau didn’t try to have him killed. Which was only the question what the wickedest witch of the south would do.

Self-cleaning fabric.

One more step.

Self-cleaning fabric.

On Ashera he had found that repeating a certain mantra many times in a row helped him keep focus on the important affairs, so as Irani tried desperately hard not to fall victim to the curse of the bouncies he kept repeating the same sentence.

Self-cleaning fabric.

At least until he realized the innuendo that hide behind it.

A deep sigh followed.

Fething Companions, Arceneau knew her trade.