Welcoming New Additions

[Corey's OOC]

Location: Roon
Event: Welcome of Incom to The Abrion Corporate Authority Family
Guest List: ACA Members, friendly parties, people who pay for health care
Note: Check your privilege, grudges, weapons and triggers at the door.

Bright Star had recently finished construction of a resort on the world of Roon, it made sense for Marek to use the newest facility in the Bright Star E.G. family to welcome a new galactic heavyweight to the Abrion Corporate Authority, and the Techno Union. Yes, this wasn’t occurring on Hypori, but sometimes it was better to look out onto plains and oceans, where the newest resort was set, than the production center of the nation.

He had advertised this throughout the Outer Rim nation, to attract those that would be interested and sent out VIP invites to the required parties. He was hoping that the nation would give a warm welcome for a new iron monger addition to their wealth of industry and knowledge.

The resort’s main hall was cleared out, with some of the best dishes from around the region being prepared by the best chefs that Marek could hire. Additionally, there were several bars serving all manners of cocktails. A band was playing a low-tempo lounge style set currently as guests were arriving. Marek himself was, like always, making sure to entertain the newcomers, welcoming, helping find drinks, and introducing people to those that could help them, and help the sector.

All was going well, and he was waiting for the guest of the hour, as well as his own date.

Spoiler

[member="Asher Valentine"]
[member="Ahra Martrey"]
[member="Phade"]
[member="Raziel"]
[member="Danger Arceneau"]
[member="Isley Verd"]
[member="Sasha Santhe"]
[member="Jared Ovmar"] or [member="Darell Irani"]
[member="Seto Du Couteau"]
[member="Chaos Maxtor"]
[member="Seanna Vel"]
[member="Venussia Sasko"]
[member="Percy Imura"]
@Cade Lee
[member="Hion the Herglic"]
[member="Alyesa Organa"]
[member="Cryax Bane"] if he promises to not hack everything

 

[H3xle]

It wasn't often that Phade came to parties that didn't involve slicing into a mainframe or sneaking into a facility. He liked to be prepared for all occasions though, so he at least owned a suit. He even looked gorgeous in it, though he felt a bit awkward.

Phade walked through the entryway, surreptitiously sticking to one side of it, scanning the room constantly. He figured that having a drink in his hand would help him blend in a little better, and drinking one might take the edge off. He exerted a little bit of will and lifted a glass of something bubbly from a waitress' tray as she sped past. He caught it deftly in one hand and took a sip. He looked around to see if there was anyone familiar to him. The second best thing to keep one's nerves down is to be with familiar people. At the moment he only saw a person he half recognised, and then only from internal reports on other parts of Authority's government. He smiled slightly and nodded politely to [member="Marek Starchaser"] as he lightly stepped further into the room.

 

[EmKay]

The suit felt unfamiliar. Alien. He had grown so accustomed to his combat gear and its ability to let him move, that the silken firmness of this suit made him nearly feel... constricted. That was his impression back at the dressing room. He was crafty, so he gathered some spare armorweave laying around and modified the suit. He cut the backs of the legs, underarms, sides, and several other places open and tested the suit to see if he was more mobile in that configuration. Satisfied, he took the pitch black armorweave and sewed it into place to fill those gaps in a tasteful, offset fashion. The end result was a variance on the standard suit that looked both stylish and practical. Somewhere less formal but he imagined that people would understand that quirk given his background and inner nature. To top off the formal-yet-military look, he donned mirror-polished black boots akin to what the Galactic Empire's officers would have worn in their era. He gave himself a look over in the mirror and felt one thing was necessary. He rummaged around the extensive wardrobe in the ACA dressing room, and found a little off-the-shoulder cape. He decided to try that, adjusted to cover his left side where he kept his lightsabers on his belt -- and they were there. He gave himself another once-over and, finally satisfied, made his way to the party.

After insisting with security that he could do more harm by staring at somebody too hard than he could with his lightsabers, they finally let him through with what he viewed as accessories at the moment. He felt less anxiety in his modified formal wear, and that let him relax. If for any insane reason a fight broke out, he would be there to... play peacekeeper. He had to promise not to kill anyone. So he gazed across the room and saw two faces. One was familiar from Atretes' interactions. The other was less so, and an image out of his own memories. He lifted a drink off the same buzzing waitress as [member="Phade"] and casually strode up to [member="Marek Starchaser"]. There was one dangling question that Asher needed to pluck out of the air and ask, however.

"So tell me, Mister Starchaser, why you requested me of all people to attend a... corporate welcoming committee?"

 

[Long Gone]

There was that feeling in the pit of her stomach – one she hadn’t felt since the first time she had stepped foot on her own pod on the Republic Senate floor so many years ago. Despite her best efforts, the feeling wouldn’t subside – she had seen the guest list and noted the various dignitaries, CEO’s and gurus of the industry who would be present – and it almost made her sicker. She had been dressed by the finest in the fashion business and dolled up as if she were being presented as a gift to some multi-billionaire slave owner. Despite all that, nothing felt right. The black dress that clung to her body, the makeup and the jewelry that adorned her neck – nothing felt right as she stared into the mirror before her. The light would sparkle off the earrings that were chosen for her, some rare Corellian jewel and metal to which she had forgotten the name of. Truly a presentation fit for an audience of this caliber and an event of this nature.

But she didn’t feel ready.

It wasn’t like the days of the Senate where she could just approach her aides and speak to them about key points or a specific position – no, this was about a presentation of a new weapon system she had designed for the Techno Union, something she was against in their former shell – now she was apart of it. Was it right? Yes, it was business. She had more people to look after than herself and her own ideals, didn’t she? She was no longer a Senator for the Galactic Republic – those days had passed. She felt confused and almost mentally drained from all of it but she couldn’t show it, if she did there would be chances someone would swoop in and take Incom away from her, something she spent the past eight years rebuilding from the incident at Drunkenwell.

Her amber hued eyes blinked a few times as she continued to stare at herself in the mirror before one of her many aides approached with the itenery for the evening – apparently she had a guest waiting for her outside of her room, a man named [member="Darell Irani"] as it were. She had never heard of him, but then again she had never heard of a lot of these people. Beyond that, she’d make her entrance and meet with [member="Marek Starchaser"] and mingle with various titans of the industry before presenting the newest of the X series to the Techno Union – a powerful fighter that would be at their disposal and added to their defense forces.

Then, she’d be probably tasked with another job – another fighter – or even asked to ship more Stealth-X fighters into their area of operations. Since the Republic contract had been terminated – the warehouses were overflowing with stock that she had to dump off, and luckily she had secured the contract with the Techno Union and Lords of the Fringe – now the Incom brand would be seen across many battlefields.

It would be no surprise if it would be found pitted against each other, leaving the fate of the product within the hands of the pilot. That would determine who had the better pilots in the end. With her hair up in a neat and tight bun, she’d nod to the aide before dismissing her, adjusting herself one final time before leaving the mirror that she sought confidence and comfort – to exit the room and head to the foyer where the man known as [member="Darell Irani"] waited for her.

Upon entering, the sound of her heels clicking against the marble would echo through the rather large foyer – no doubt catching his attention and only giving her a moment to seize the chance to act as if she were in control. Weakness meant she could be twisted, or overpowered….she couldn’t let anyone see her mental state behind those walls.

“Mr. Irani, is it?” She’d say with a calm voice as she approached.

[member="Cryax Bane"] | [member="Sasha Santhe"] | [member="Isley Verd"] | [member="Danger Arceneau"] | [member="Raziel"] | [member="Asher Valentine"] | [member="Phade"]

 

[Corey's OOC]

So, the guest list was out, and a few people were showing up and now even the writer was done waiting. Time to get down to business. He knew that the Obsidians were in the area, but the guest of honor had shown up, one [member="Alyesa Organa"], she of Incom, who had a tricky history with the Techno Union, but if she was coming back? Who was Marek to judge. Business was business after all.

The trick was finding her. Was she being held up by [member="Darell Irani"]? That man… really needed to stop helping all the female CEOs adjust to their new position, whichever one they chose. He didn’t think that his business brother was too picky on what happened. And that was when [member="Asher Valentine"] spoke. He looked between the Archon and @Phade.

“Its nice to have the people who may choose to fly the fighter Incom is providing to us at the unveiling of the new partner. Plus, keeping an eye on the Incom CEO is definitely important. The… exodus from the Republic was… tricky at best.” From what he understood. Sometimes he read reports. Yes, he could read.

“Speaking of, we need to find what is keeping her.”