Where The Wild Things Meet

[Stap Praxeum]

Where The Wild Things Meet​

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Even the busy sounds and movements on Coruscant never kept the attention of Stap Praxeum as he sat in the back of his transport shuttle swerving through the skies. His schedule for the evening was taken up with a charity gala in the middle of the vibrant city. A room filled with politicians, business men and woman, and celebrities from all corners of the galaxy and all different factions. The only thing that kept his attention was the possibility, with so many from so many different politically warring groups, that the tension may overflow like a pot overflowing. In fact, it was Praxeum's intention. That would, however, mean him spending the evening rubbing elbows and talking to all these creatures, including aliens, most of which left a bad taste in Praxeum's mouth.

The past few weeks had been extremely profitable for Praxeum. After his planned assassination on Kuat and framing Marsi Resata, the wealthy investors assets were sold and the shares were obtained by Praxeum through various charities, trusts, and so forth. He had also made out quite well when his network assembled together a group of smugglers to deliver spice out to the Outer Rim. These were just some of the threads that had spread out recently in his growing network of crime. Tonight, he would reach across aisles and factions to grow his political power and gain leverage over many of the galaxies important people.

Between the media covering outside the gala and the extreme security due to the multiple factions represented, it took Stap Praxeum and his security detail some time to make it into the large ballroom. It was covered in Republic insignias, even though this wasn't a political event, the Republic seemed to want to keep everyone's mind on where they were. Creatures filled the room, though to Praxeum's relief, most were humanoid. Grabbing a drink and dismissing his security detail, Praxeum began to move through the room like a shark smelling blood and ready to eat.

@[member="Circe Savan"]

 

[Onrai]

Circe, again as Polarine, was here in Republic space - disguised of course to keep any pesky Republic personnel from discovering her - to look over the possibility of constructing Subach factories near the fringe of Republic space. As such, she was here at this gala, intending to mingle with the lovely plethora of corporate workers in order to acquire more gains with regards to the company she had helped turn into a successful enterprise.

Eying a potential person to discuss with, the woman in the black business attire raised her raven eyebrow gently as her soft pink lips curled into a smile, her green eyes twinkling. "You look like someone who knows how to deal with business."

@[member="Stap Praxeum"]

 

[Stap Praxeum]

Praxeum had spent some time speaking with a Czerka man, he was rather insignificant, only having been invited because he had become well acquainted with some of the more important people in the large company. Praxeum had learned that men like that were wells of information about their superiors. They were not well off or powerful, so when they spoke to men that were, they would deluge almost anything to feel powerful. It was a tactic Praxeum had used many times, which meant Praxeum was ready to choke the man out of boredom, even if he was getting information.

Praxeum's dark eyes looked around the room. He was a predator in a room filled with prey. Everything about him was carefully selected for each target. Each word he said, the dialect he would adopt, if he mentioned his lashaa silk suit or the drink in his hand. Every person in the room had a pressure point. Most of them were well known to Praxeum. but those he didn't, he would discover.

Suddenly, unexpectedly, a woman came to speak to Praxeum. It was very common for this to happen to Praxeum. His Hapan features and power, mixed with his cleverness and seduction insured that. This woman was not what Praxeum was expecting though.

Praxeum had very limited understanding of the Force. Really, he just had a vague knowledge of it and knew that he somehow possessed it, even if he could not consciously wield it. He did, however, understand it enough to know could feel the presence of this woman being so different from anyone else there. Praxeum had experienced it before. She was a Force user. One that had been either trained or knew how to control it.

This made the night become interesting really fast. In the market of the galaxy, Force users were showing up everywhere as leaders and big players from businesses to governments. Praxeum had gone out of his way to make sure he had plenty in his collection. Every single Sith or Jedi he could somehow bring into his criminal network, either through Force, smooth talking, black mail, threats, or anything else - he would go out of his way to do.

"That depends on the business." Stap said, his voice sounding charming as he smiled at her.

@[member="Circe Savan"]

 

[Onrai]

"Well aren't you the charming one." She smiled, focusing as a small amount of pheromones began to enrapture the man. "I'm looking to expand my business into Republic markets. See, I work with starships, and in order for me to keep business going good after the Sith's destruction, I need someone to work with in regards to acquiring or constructing Republic-based factories. Considering my past experience with them, I'd certainly consider you to be a better option when it came to directly dealing with them."

A logical outcome, considering that over half her witch hunts had been started at the behest of the Pubs.

@[member="Stap Praxeum"]

 

[Stap Praxeum]

Yes, this night was shaping up for Praxeum. Not only was she a Force user, but she was as smart as she was beautiful. And, as a familiar scent came to his nose, cunning. When it came to topics of lust and passion, Stap Praxeum was a confusing man. At times, he almost seemed asexual or completely uninterested in physical contact, the growing of his network and the power it gave him was enough satisfaction for any man, especially one as twisted as Stap Praxeum. Other times, it was animalistic the way he craved. However, he was smart enough to ignore such trivial things as lust when it came to dealing with a dangerous opponents.

He listened to her speak. As opposed to most, he hung on every single word. He knew nothing about her other than what he could see, but he still imagined that every single word that they shared was like they were dueling with deadly lightsabers. He listened to each word, each inflection, each pause. He knew that the smallest details could change the largest things.

"I represent BlackGuard Defense Systems." He simply said, his exterior appearing to be nothing but professionalism when he was so far from it. "An arms dealer inside of Republic space. We are out of the Hapes Cluster." He smiled at her, but in his mind he was showing her his fangs.

@[member="Circe Savan"]

 

[Onrai]

"Hapes? No wonder you're so handsome - but aren't you a bit used to being led around by women?" She was of course referring to the infamy of the matriarchal society that Hapans traditionally followed. "Still... I suppose you'd be quite a useful ally so far as the business world goes here in the Republic. What sort of factories or locations could you and your defense system provide? We of course would be glad to pay..."

She smiled, stepping the pheromones up a bit. Just a bit, though.

@[member="Stap Praxeum"]

 

[Stap Praxeum]

Praxeum was a smart man, but not invulnerable despite what he told himself. His mind was telling him that the woman was using her pheromones to gain the upper hand on him, but he still could see her growing more and more beautiful as she spoke. He was still in control of what he was doing, but he know knew that he had to be very careful with this alien. Praxeum had grown up with a natural dislike for aliens and non-humanoids, but between the pheromones and her natural beauty made her something that was still overwhelming to his distaste of aliens.

A waiter walked by, Praxeum grabbed two glasses as the woman spoke. He hung on each word she said though, listening to each pause, each inflection, and every choice of how she said things. He grinned at her while she complimented him. His Hapan looks was something he used as a tool more times than he could ever count. That, mixed with his silver tongue made him deadly without ever touching a weapon.

"We are located out of the Hapes Cluster, as I said, though we deal throughout the Inner Rim and Core." He hand her a glass of red wine, sipping his own like a predator drinking blood. "We sell military grade personnel weapons and ground transports."

@[member="Circe Savan"]

 

[Onrai]

"Excellent." She smiled, looking the man over with a soft grin as she prepared to do business with him. "We sell starships, vehicles, and most anything else organizations need for war. Perhaps we could... participate in a joint business venture?"

She smiled. Business was always good.

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