Working 9 to 5. [pm for invite]

[Danger Arceneau]

Tion Hegemony
Lianna

Grand Hall

Arceneau Trade was a household name that the majority of the Tion Hegemony residents would know well. As the primer freighter and transport company of trade goods and supplies, it had a long standing agreement with local businesses who made this their home.

It began around the time that Black Sun held a certain mutually beneficial business arrangement, and further developed with the transportation of Santhe and Sienar products. This, along with Danger’s reputation, held an important role in building the economy and spreading the wealth and commerce of the Tion Hegemony to the rest of the galaxy.

Now it was time to kick it up a notch.

With a new partnership with Koensayr, Danger now had several trade stations being tugged into new sectors. The Tion Hegemony and beyond was a new area where the Trade Queen desired to build a new SSB and ATC Headquarters, allowing for a direct representation of goods from various corporations and access to the largest holonet business expos and auction house in the galaxy, also offering a measure of respectability and a face for those who didn’t have the luxury.

An invitation to the merchants and local businesses to a social would bring a sense of community and allow the expansion of her Trade Center as well as that of others.

Here is where the many faces of BlastTech, Santhe, Arceneau Trade, and many others would come to mingle, talk business, and yes…

Profit.

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Danger Arceneau"]

I had been invited after in a way. I was an affiliate of several of the gathered groups and as such I decided to accept. I had on a red dress and held my small bag containing my comlink and pocket datapad. I had no idea what to expect from the engagement but as it stood it was for the best that I showed. My shoes clacked on the floor as I walked in and I couldn't help wishing I was still in my boots and coveralls. People milled about and spoke to one another about one thing or another and I smiled as was proper to all the people. My position was simple among the hegemony, I was a representative and spokes person, while other ran their respective businesses.

I smiled again at a waiter in white tie and tuxedo as he offered a fluted glass of Champaign. I had never experienced such treatment in the fleet and I had known only hunger and struggle until accepting this job.

"If you blow this Jiana I'll kill you." I said under my breath as I checked the nearly invisible earpiece and sub-vocal microphone.

I looked around for the hostess of the event to pay my proper regards and give the appropriate show of gratitude she was due. Finally I saw the woman. Her fiery red locks and curvy frame were just what I had heard and I had to admit I was a little jealous at the way she carried herself. I walked forward waiting in the small line of well wishers and guest until finally I was afforded a moment to introduce myself.

"Ms. Arceneau I presume?" I said still smiling, "My name is Jiana Korr. I'm am so pleased to meet you."

 

[Lex-El]

[member="Danger Arceneau"] | [member="Jiana Korr"]

Tion Hegemony
Lianna
Grand Hall

"Right this way Mr. Lee." The attendants words barely registered to the CEO of Blas-Tech Industries as he followed the man into the Grand Hall. Voices could be heard, but specific conversations themselves couldn't be made out. Everything was ringing, and his blue eyes couldn't quite focus as easily as they liked. Normally the slouch that he used to disguise his height was a ruse, today it was a necessity. Multiple ribs were broken, and he had a stab wound that was bandaged quite well. The baggy suits he typically wore were helping in this regard as he meandered about, trying to avoid talking to anyone. His normally tan skin was pale due to blood loss, and to the trained eye he could be noticed sweating a bit more than usual. With the ring on his finger, he was cut off from all of his power, but he was invisible. This was how he hid in plain sight, and it was how he was able to maneuver around these business types without being seen for what he was. Sure, the glasses helped, and so did his demeanor. Cutting himself off from all of his abilities while in public was what sealed the deal, so it was why he wore the ring Solieal had given him.

They didn't need to know a Sith Lord was among them.

Mr. Lee slowly made his way to the spread table, and took a glass of wine from one of the servers. His head was throbbing, so many things were going on all at once. There was the matter of dealing with his insurance company over the mess at Druckenwell while getting Omega Pyre to compensate him for that. Then he had different committees exploring where to put down his next headquarters so he could drop either the Coruscant or Druckenwell facility and let it die. Oh, lets not forget the Guardian laser project and the fact that we are now making Czerka's weapons after I stole them all.

So many thoughts, and it was a wonder why he hadn't spoken to anyone yet. He was injured and too wrapped up in his own worries to care about anyone else.

 

[Moira Skaldi]

@Cade Lee, [member="Jiana Korr"], [member="Danger Arceneau"]

Organics liked to meet and celebrate. Especially if they were among the powerful and affluent. They also loved to talk a great deal. Still appearances had to be maintained, important matters could be decided at such gatherings, sometimes enough to decide over the fate of worlds. So she had come to attend this one, part of her having joined the group called the Tion Hegemony. There was a time to process organics or exterminate them outright, and there was a time to blend in and practice the art of diplomacy.

"Welcome, Ms Alderana. Please follow me," she paid the words of an impeccably groomed minion little mind as she walked into the Great Hall, her high heels clacking upon the floor. All around her people of power and wealth, captains of industry, fervent acolytes of the Cult of Free Trade, were conversing about this thing or that, often with glasses containing the finest liquor credits could buy. Human Moira had possessed a comically low alcohol tolerance, which led to some amusing scenes when she allowed her ironclad, rigid self-control to drop.

But that Moira was dead. In her place stood a replicant, a seemingly pictureperfect organic covering obscuring the metal that lay beneath it and represented her true form. Nalia Alderana was her name as far as all but a select few of the guests here were concerned, the cover identity she had adopted after taking over Archangel as co-director. Her infiltration protocols were finely tuned for the occasion, her women's business suit was elegant, not a hair out of place on her. If there was a hint that something might be off about her, then it was the single-minded precision with which she walked, every step calculated. Her eyes were a bright blue like the lake on Naboo, but there was no life inside them. The diplomatic smiles she gave this or that merchant or noble as she passed them never reached her eyes.

Officially Archangel Research and Design was just an upcoming, though still comparatively small, droidmaker that specialised in delivering high-quality human replica droids. In the aftermath of Druckenwell it had offered humanitarian aid in the reconstruction. Its truly interesting projects were...extremely compartmentalised. It was best for the public not to know about there being a machine cult. Which was doing creative things with entechment these days.

 

[Judah Dashiell]

[member="Moira Skaldi"] , [member="Cade Lee "], [member="Jiana Korr"] , [member="Danger Arceneau"] , [member="Thessa Kai"]

Stretching in the elevator, Judah yawned. He had never been to Lianna before and was taking the city-planet a bit like a vacation. This morning was the first in months that himself and Thessa had actually gotten to sleep past dawn. Stretched out in bed, ordering room service and not having to get up and tend to their son was an excellent change of pace. Judah loved his son without a doubt but there were many mornings he wished for a bit of peace of quiet with his wife as well.

Yet Lianna wasn't all fun and games. Miss Arceneau was hosting a party for those who had contracted with her bazaar in the past or were planning on using it in the future. While not an overly large presence in the galaxy, Judah took full advantage of such events to network and scout the competition. Salacia Consolidated was holding its own even if it wasn't a powerhouse recognized throughout the galaxy. Coming out of his musings, Judah fixed the bowtie on his tux, before his hand came to rest at the small of Thessa's back.

"Stunning as always Mrs.Dashiell." Smiling, the elevator doors slid open to reveal an opulent hallway, buzzing with activity. Decorated in its finest, it was quiet clear Miss Arceneau had spared no expensive for her shindig in the Grand Hall.

"Mr. Dashiell, Mrs.Dashiell. Please, do follow me."

The pair were led into the main section of the Grand Hall. Judah swallowed tightly for a moment, growing unsure of himself. A farmboy didn't rub elbows with the rich and powerful, the social climbers, the elite business owners of the galaxy. Yet he was here. Might as well make the best of the situation. Grabbing two flutes of champagne, he handed one over to his wife. While not one to drink the situation seemed to call for it.

"Nice of you to join me. Who knows, if you're good you can replace me and do this on the regular."

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Tion Hegemony
Lianna
Grand Hall

The call of her name would prompt the voluptuous redhead to turn to her right, emerald eyes falling upon a young blonde woman, [member="Jiana Korr"] in a spectacular red dress. Ever mindful of being the perfect host, Danger would take the woman’s hand with her own in greeting.

“Well, a pleasure to meet you Miz Korr,” would come Arceneau’s silky purr, appraising the young woman. “Welcome to Lianna.” she’d continue with a winning smile. It was clear that the woman was representing a particular corporation, or perhaps the Hegemony of Tion itself.

From the corner of her eye, she would take notice of the tall broad shouldered physique of the CEO of BlastTech Industries. Ain’t no other man who would quite fill up a doorway like @Cade Lee, with or without the spectacles. That he’d so saw fit to join in the little social hour was a plus. Having the largest weapons dealer willing to mingle and expand in trade meant profit to them both.

[member="Moira Skaldi"] under her alias of Ms. Alderana and [member="Judah Dashiell"] along with his wife [member="Thessa Kai"] would come to the attention of one of Danger’s assistants. Greeting them both, they would soon approach @Cade Lee. Perhaps mingling for the first time?

 

[Thessa Kai]

Iced-azure gaze crinkled in amusement at her husband's comment. "Nice try. You know my priorities are you, Makai, and flight hours. I'd rather fight at Roche again than rub elbows with a bunch of mucky-mucks in a stuffy room." Stars, she'd rather take on the CIS and Horde again.

Grinning, she stepped closer to [member="Judah Dashiell"], free hand going up to straighten his collar. The Galan almost matched him in height, even without the rare set of heels she was wearing. Scale-speckled skin seemed ethereal in the room's light and against the color of the dress that hugged her in the right places. Her voice softened as she leaned in closer to steal a private moment in the public scene.

"Why do you think I married you? You're brilliant, Judah. You'll do great tonight." Her hand lingered on his shoulder before a smirk curled on aqua-lips. "And if anyone gives you a hard time, I'll just beat them-up or shoot them."

Thoughts drifted briefly to [member="Mikhail Shorn"] and a certain slave bikini.

She swept the room with her gaze, remaining at Judah's side. "What about the brooding-looking man in the glasses over there. Rim of her champagne glass tipped slightly toward @Cade Lee. "You ever done business with him before or will most people here be new contacts?"

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Moira Skaldi"] [member="Cade Lee "][member="Danger Arceneau"] [member="Judah Dashiell"]

I smiled and nodded as I had been instructed. The whole idea of me being at a corporate party was slightly obtuse but a job was a job and this one paid better than most. The woman, [member="Rave Merrill"], had hired me while I was wandering making credits doing -almost- anything I could. Now I was running the womans Phrik mining corporation and completely taken over as far as the employees of the company were aware. I also was working as a legal representative for the Hegemony, and I still couldn't read much more than my name and a blueprint.

"Thank you very much for your welcome." I told the woman as pushed my hair behind my ear, "I think I'll go ahead and mingle, a pleasure to meet you again."

I moved away as she did and placed my hand to my ear piece then subvocalized a message to Rave.

"Do I have to be painted up for these things?" I asked without moving my mouth, "I would rather skin a leviathan."

I walked through the crowd to until I met a blond woman (Moira) and nodded at her still wearing my painyed on smile. I had plenty of experience acting but this was going to be a long night.

"Hello I'm Jiana Korr of Mohc extractives. Nice to meet you."

 

[Moira Skaldi]

[member="Danger Arceneau"], [member="Jiana Korr"],

Moira exchanged the expected pleasantries with the assistant sent by the Trade Queen and then found herself greeted by an organic who introduced herself as Jiana Korr. The woman looked like she was not used to this sort of gatherings, perhaps not to corporate life in general. Someone being pushed into untested waters to sink or swim. Moira was a fan of that principle, as a matter of fact.

"Nalia Alderana, Archangel Research and Design. We are focused on specialised droid design and research, especially HRDs. A pleasure making your acquaintance," she said politely, her infiltration protocols taking over, extending her hand. Her lips curved into a diplomatic smile, but as usual it never reached her eyes. Mohc meant phrik and [member="Rave Merrill"], the Capitalist Witch of the Spacelanes, one of those organics Moira found herself respecting, as much as she was capable of that. She had also apparently recently had her own apotheosis on Valhalla. As a matter of fact Rave was one of those organics who knew what she really was and they had worked together closely on a number of projects. Of the sort that would not be mentioned in any official company records.

Out of the corner of her eye she spotted [member="Judah Dashiell"] and his wife [member="Thessa Kai"] enter the grand hall. This Moira possessed all the memories and knowledge of the woman she had been. But she longer wore her face, having very recently changed her appearance, which is this writer's way of explaining with some delay why her playby is different now. She doubted her human self, though she cared not for her opinion, would have missed it. After all, she had worn one mask after the other.

 

[Judah Dashiell]

"Flight time ranks third huh? You're always open to go back to flying more often. I can stay home or take Makai with me. Flying is such a part of you and I don't want you give up on your passions. I know how you used to itch to be the sky more often than in the sea."

[member="Thessa Kai"] was something else. Always swinging wildly in emotion like a pendulum ; tonight it was between murder, support and curiosity. At the mention of shooting, Judah paused to look over his wife once more. With the form-fitting dress, he wondered where exactly she was hiding her arsenal tonight. Eyes came to rest at her cleavage, seeing the only real possible spot to hide a blaster and keep it in easy reach. Lofting a brow Judah quickly brought his eyes back up to her face before the Galan could mention his stare.

"Beat them up for me? I appreciate the sentiment but it does hurt the ego a little." Grinning back her, Judah dropped his voice, leaving it for her ears only. "I figured you married me because of our unplanned surprise. " Now he knew perfectly well why they had gotten married - heck, Judah had even asked well in advance of any life event preceding their vows. It was still fun to tease her once in awhile as well.

Taking a sip of champagne, Judah peered around the room.There was only [member="Danger Arceneau"] to be recognized as a person he had done business with before. Others he could tell their identity by sight but had never personally been involved in any type of contracts or business with. Most of these companies were either quite large in attendance or did their business more on the Mara Corridor, while he was more active along the Rimma Trade Route, right in Protectorate and Moross territory.

"The broody guy? That is [member="Cade Lee "]. Never done business with him. Salacia has little reason to contract for weapons and I doubt Mr.Lee has little use for our products. Now, I did at one time have a plan and mock up for a bodyguard droid but I had issues with programming. Some guy named Corek was going to supply me with blasters but that didn't work out too well. I hear he makes slug throwers by the thousands now. Quite odd. Should I ever take the mock-up out of the warehouse he would certainly be my first choice."

Judah looked at the pale, sweaty man and grabbed a passing water off a waiters tray. He crossed the short distance, offering the glass over.

"Mr.Lee, are you doing alright? Somehow I don't think Miss Arceneau would appreciate you passing out in her grand party."

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Moira Skaldi"]
'Droids?' I thought quickly, that was something I knew well enough to not make a fool of myself. I had worked for a droid repair on drop point station not long ago and before that it had been my job in the fleet to keep droids in working order and even build a few from scrap. My eyes widened a little at the mention of HRDs, that was something I hadn't had the pleasure of getting my hands on.

"You said HRDs?" I asked my interest sufficiently peaked, "What kind of processor do you use in those, a heuristic processor and a cognitive theory unit or have you developed something new?"

I was genuinely interest in the droids even if the thought of being stuck in a room full of stuffed shirts didn't suit me.

 

[Lex-El]

Moira Skaldi [member="Jiana Korr"] Danger Arceneau Judah Dashiell [member="Moira Skaldi"]

Cade wasn't well, not in the slighest. The horrors committed to his body too unholy for anyone at the gathering to know of. They didn't need to know he was secretly the enforcer in this sector of the galaxy who also hunted Jedi, nor did they need to know he was a Sith Master. All that they needed to know was that he was a powerful business owner who was currently sick from eating something he didn't need to. [member="Rave Merrill"] had told him to say that, and stick to wearing extra baggy suits for the time being. So he had done as asked, but it still couldn't hide the horror or pain in his eyes. No Force-severing ring, bacta patches, or any ailment could make him feel any better right now. His body was in a state of shock, and there was nothing he could do or say to make it any better.

Keeping with appearances was his only reason for being here on this night, and he would endure it.

A man of his stature shouldn't have scratches and cuts all over his body, nor broken ribs and a stab wound in his torso. Internal bleeding was nothing a man of his tax bracket should experience. What Valik had done to him was still a mystery, but he knew he was changing. That spinal tap had changed him, along with the alchemical enchantments done to him. Whatever he was now, he wasn't human, and he knew it. The Master alchemist hadn't fully explained what he had done, but he had told him what to expect. "You will be stronger in the Force, and your adrenaline has been replaced with Sith poison." Cade knew it's side effects, he had abused the particular drug a few times in his quest for more power. What made it worse was that he didn't care, and he was happy with it. Warren Valik's last words had been of much more importance to him.

"No lightsaber can cut your bones anymore."

Those words lingered in his mind as he noticed a glass being pushed towards him. Looking up to see who was offering him a drink, he noticed a man he had never met. His attempt at humor was noted, and Cade made sure to laugh. "No, I won't pass out I promise. It just seems I'm a bit under the weather these days. All work and no play makes me very sick it seems." Taking the drink, he offered his other hand while introducing himself. "I'm Cade lee, and you are?"

 

[Judah Dashiell]

@Cade Lee

"I would say the party could be a chance for some play but if I know events like this its more tiresome work and fun. All dressed up in the guise of a relaxing evening." Judah smirked a little at his own comment before taking the man's hand and shaking it firmly. The salvager hoped whatever the man was fighting wasn't contagious. He didn't want to be holed up himself in bed and high on cough syrup.Eyes flicked back to his wife to make sure she was alright on her own before addressing Mr.Lee once again.

"Judah Dashiell, pleasure to meet you."

 

[Lex-El]

[member="Judah Dashiell"]

He took the man known as Judah's hand and returned the firm handshake before releasing his grip. Turning to face the group assembled before them, he merely observed them as they all spoke in hushed tones. Sounds of laughter could be heard from a few conversations, and waiters ran everywhere handing out food and drink to everyone they could. "You know Mr. Dashiell, I find these things very tiring. I'd much rather be holed up in my research and development lab with my team developing new things than out here. In the lab it's much simpler to get things done, here deals have to be nurtured. There isn't some simple equation that can unlock an individual and get them to agree to spend billions of credits on what you make so that you can continue to increase your own profits." It was the truth, he hated speaking to lower life forms and convincing them to do business with him.

It was much easier to just snap their necks and make someone else give him what he wanted, but he had to save face.

"What brings you here Mr. Dashiell? What businesses do you run? You'll have to forgive me for not knowing, I may be the CEO of my company but I'm in the lab more often than I am in the boardroom."

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Danger wouldn't leave [member="Jiana Korr"] or [member="Moira Skaldi"] alone to mingle for long. The buxom Trade Queen would soon make her way to the duo, a smile gracing her lips as she said apologetically, "Pardon the intrusion Miz, Korr, but I've yet to meet your lovely companion."

Her attention would drift to Moira, and she would extend a hand in welcome. "Welcome to Lianna, I'm Danger Arceneau, of Arceneau Trade Company."

 

[Moira Skaldi]

[member="Danger Arceneau"], [member="Jiana Korr"]

This writer confesses to having a pitiful technical knowledge, which is probably inferior to that of the character they're playing. However, Archangel HRDs were very advanced, able to expertly blend in and minmic the mannerisms of organics, thus making them dangerous spies and assassins, though of course their infiltration skills had their limitations.

"Human replica droids. Well, strictly speaking organic replica droids would be more accurate since we are able to create replicants of alien species, though most of our units have a human appearance. Our units possess a highly advanced processor unit, enabling them to almost seemlessly blend in and learn. We produce HRDs for a variety of functions, depending on client preference. For those clients who wish a secretary, we have a template for that. For those who require a unit with combat and bodyguard protocols, we have a template for that. Likewise for officer and command roles."

She did not mention the whole 'stealing and processing real humans' thing. That was not in the brochure for some reason. The same applied to the whole 'use fancy entechment to tear an organic's soul out and put in an HRD body, then reprogramme the droid brain to make it obedient'. That was the new company invention but sadly still secret and thus not in the brochure. Assuredly one day it would become a hit. After all, it enabled you to become to immortal. You would only become absolutely loyal to Archangel, but that was a small price to pay for eternal youth and the loss of organic weaknesses!

It was then that the Trade Queen arrived to join them. Intellectually Moira understood that Danger possessed physical features that would be considered very attractive by an overwhelmning number of organics. A great many would find their eyes drawn to her ample bosom and her equally well-endowed derriere. Presumably a number of organics might find themselves tongue-tied and experience carnal desires. Doubtless the Trade Queen was conscious of that and quite apt at using the gifts nature had given her to her advantage.

If it had been the late, dead human Moira standing here then she might have felt an unprofessional interest. Contrary to popular belief, she had not been frigid, just less ridiculously oversexed than say that Kerrigan woman, who seemed to have her brain in her crotch. However, that Moira was dead and this one did not possess the software to experience desire.

"You are not at all intruding. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ms Arceneau," Moira said warmly, voice modulated for the occasion, and shook the offered hand. Her handshake was firm, confident, though again modulated and toned down so that it would not be crushing since the droid knew her strength. "Nalia Alderana, Archangel Research and Design."

 

[Thessa Kai]

@Cade Lee [member="Judah Dashiell"]

"A night out with me and away from someone that poops every two hours is what brings Judah here," an unabashed-grin spread upon aqua-lips as she joined Judah's side, extending a scale-speckled hand to Cade Lee. "Mister Lee, Thessa Kai-Dashiell." Luckily for her, she wasn't pregnant anymore, so she didn't have to worry about catching whatever Mister Glasses had.

"And besides sassy-remarks to his wife, Judah makes almost any kind of salvaging droid. He can also salvage almost any droid to meet your needs. But I'll let him get into the details. Are you looking for anything specific?"

Seasoned x-wing pilot turned business mermaid.

 

[Judah Dashiell]

[member="Cade Lee "]| [member="Thessa Kai"]

Opening his mouth to give a reply, Judah was completely interrupted by his wife. Amusement etched across his face as she went on about what the company used to do when it was slightly smaller. Salvage was still a component, no doubt. Things were just a bit different now but there was no reason to correct Thessa. Not unless he had the burning desire to sleep on the hotel floor tonight. Judah did have to hand it to Thessa, she had some aggressive business there...

"No need to apologize Mr.Lee. I own Salacia Consolidated, named for my better half here." Judah shot Thessa a wink before continuing. "We still salvage yes....droid manufacturing and refurbishing is our bread and butter. Subsidiary does some mining. I'm looking to break into another field but you'll quite understand why I won't share those details in a crowded room full of CEOs and representatives."

"As for what Mr.Lee is looking for, I think it involves sleep and a cold-medicine induced coma. Although I must ask how business is going. Surely you must stay in profit with everyone wanting to blow each others head off constantly. The Republic is expanding faster than a Hutts' waistline and some ain't too happy about that."

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

It appeared the Lady Kerrigan was running late when she finally stepped through the door to the Grand Hall. Of course, if she was late then it was fashionably so. Such was not just the privilege of a noblewoman, but as a matter of fact expected behaviour. Along with strutting in with the haughty air of someone who thought they owned the place. Well, as a matter of fact Siobhan could not strut at all! Nor did she know which fork to use and the finer points of courtly etiquette still escaped her, but regardless she had arrived at last.

Miss Arceneau was hosting a party for all those who had contracted through her bazaar or wished to do so. Firemane was still a small company compared to the corporate giants, but was making its presence known and so it seemed fitting to her to attend. Not so long ago such fancy galas, with all the wealth and opulence on display, would have made her uneasy and awkward. However, that time was mostly over, for much had changed since she had reluctantly become Exarch and then after hers and Tegaea's retirement made a new life for herself and her wife in the private sector.

She still loved a good fight and one might say thar she revelled in carnage and destruction more than she should. But she also loved the fact that a lot of times she did not need to fight anymore unless she wanted to. Little could she know that soon things would come crashing down and she would be jolted back to reality, but that was not to be today.

The voluptuous brunette wore a magnificient black dress that hugged her in all the right places and was made of glistaweb. The elegant materiel shimmered amidst the bright light of the hall. Around her neck she wore a beautiful necklace with ruby stones. Long brown curls fell down her shoulders and framed her face. She accepted a glass of champagne from one of the waitresses and took a sip as her eyes swept over the room. She recognised [member="Danger Arceneau"] - then again, everyone recognised the curvaceous Trade Queen - who seemed engaged in conversation, so Siobhan did not go there right now. Further ahead she saw [member="Judah Dashiell"] and [member="Thessa Kai"], noticing that they appeared to be conversing with @Cade Lee. Obviously Siobhan would be unaware that the king of deadly blasters and slugthrowers was in reality a Sith Lord, as fun as the devastation would have been! Red lips curving into a smile she took another sip from her glass and moved to head over towards them.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

[background=#232323] [/background][background=#232323]"Nalia Alderana, Archangel Research and Design."[/background]

Danger gave a smile and took the woman's hand, "Mighty fine pleasure. Archangel Research and Design?" she'd repeat, a curious lifting of her brow showing her intrigue.

"I heard you market Human Replica Droids, correct?" she'd ask, "Some of the best in the business." Oh rumor held true.

"I am certainly glad you made it to our soiree."