Working 9 to 5. [pm for invite]

[Corey's OOC]

This was really where Marek needed to be. Lucky for him, he had friends who weren't bound by government jobs. Sure, he was a merchant, but he was a new merchant, and one that discovered this calling in life after an appointment from CEO to the Foreman of the Techno Union. And now that he finally had people in place to run the engineering part, and talk to the military, for him it was all dealing with companies, contracts and profit.

The eternal profit.

The trick was, that Marek Starchaser was running late. A quicck drop off didn't really end quickly. What did they expect to cuddle afterwards? No, he'd call later... but probably not. Then a quick change, and bringing his shuttle to Lianna. A change into a tailored gray on black suit and a drive with his airspeeder and he was finding himself walking into the reception. Greeted as he spoke his name, and on hte list as the CEO of Haor Chall Engineering, and not the Foreman of the Techno Union, he smiled.

A few familiar faces were about, and he noticed [member="Danger Arceneau"] talking to someone he didn't recognize. Couldn't he have gotten a guest list. Giving the redhead a nod in passing with a smile, he'd come back to speak with her. A few others he recognized through his business deals, none other than [member="Jared Ovmar"] and the BlasTech CEO @Cade Lee, whom Marek still didn't know how to handle.

Grabbing a flute of champagne, he turned to the group, another one incoming. "Evenin', Miss Santhe." He said to one of his more recent business partners, [member="Sasha Santhe"].

Credits, this was all for credits, and networking.

But mainly credits.

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

The green-eyed Zelosian adjusted the bow-tie on his tux as he stepped into fete with [member="Sasha Santhe"] on his arm. He scanned the small crowd and saw several familiar faces, including [member="Cade Lee "]owner of BlasTech Industries. Subpoenaing him over the stolen Czerka technology may have made Beau a fortune, but the look on Lee's face when he was served? Priceless.

Oh, father if you could see me now, one of the most influential women in the galaxy on my arm and millions of credits in my wallet... It wouldn't be just your eyes and veins that were green.

Smiling quietly, Beau glanced over his shoulder at the enormous Herglic bodyguard who followed them inside. His name was Bloo and he liked to hum. He could also crush a grown human's skull with one flipper. Bloo stood a polite distance away.

Sasha and Gabriel moved further in to mingle with the dignitaries.

The lawyer nodded his head toward a new arrival. Marek Starchaser, Foreman of the Techno Union.

[member="Marek Starchaser"]

 

[Sasha Santhe]

[member="Marek Starchaser"] & [member="Gabriel Beau"]

"Ah Mr. Starchaser," she said in a pleasant voice. "It is a pleasure to see you again." The man was a relatively small fish at the party, but that didn't matter, he was an ally and had important roles to play in her companies future. "May I introduce you to Gabriel Beau. He is a corporate attorney currently working for Santhe Corporation. Intellectual property dispute, I'm sure you've heard.” Of course he had, he was the leader of the Techno Union. And if he hadn’t he was an idiot unworthy of the position. “There is a silly woman who believes that right of first sale allows for theft. It is a very interesting case.”

Glancing at the two men she smiled very politely. “He is a very sharp lawdog this one.” Playfully she ran a finger down his arms. “Into banking too has a top notch investment firm.”

 

[Corey's OOC]

When [member="Sasha Santhe"] approached him, and exchanged pleasantries, the Corellian smiled. "Its nice for a familiar face here, truth be told, I might be a big fish back in Confederate space, but here? I'm barely anything." Though his contacts and unique grip he had on the Confederacy would give him plenty of friends here, he hoped. After all, just doing his job, right? Sometimes for Marek it was about the State, but more and more recently, it was about credits, something he was hoping to convince Salem Noronachi to believe in.

After all, money did buy happiness.

Looking to [member="Gabriel Beau"] and nodded, Marek extended his hand. "A pleasure. I have been hearing about the disagreement. I'm sorry it couldn't be handled outside the courts and that I didn't catch it faster. It seems that part of the government is forgetting to inform the Techno Union of new land grabs and the players on those fields. From what I recall, there has been some rough waters regarding the Confederacy and Subach, if you need anything at all, please let me know." He said this to both Miss Santhe and Mr. Beau.

"But if Sasha trusts you, I'm sure you've got this down. Plus, a banker? Corporate? Personal?" Important questions after all.

And once he touched in with people he knew, it might be time for the trio, if the others were interested, to make the rounds.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Danger would smirk at [member="Tyger Tyger"], her emerald eyes dancing with amused mirth. Oh she caught how he'd reacted to her close proximity, and needless to say she was impressed that he managed to keep his focus.

Few ever could.

An auburn brow would rise at his question, and her head would tilt slightly towards the right, appraising him. "Work for me." she told him plainly. "When I call you come and do what needs to get done." a hand would rise to brush against his chest, fingertips dancing over the fabric of his shirt, smoothing it over.

"Whatever I so require." she'd say, the corner of her mouth perking up. "Savvy."

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

"Same here. I'm very much looking forward to working with Salacia in the future," Siobhan responded warmly to [member="Judah Dashiell"], who then proceeded to suggest to [member="Thessa Kai"] - mermaids reign! - that they and the tadpole should go cruising around Free Space on the Siren.


Not for her to comment on, so Sio tactfully said nothing about that. Suffice to say her ideas of fun were a bit different. But then she was not the motherly type either. She spotted some well-dressed blonde woman (Moira Skaldi) somewhere amidst the throng of business sapients. She did not recognise the face - 'Nalia Alderana' looked different from former MICO Director Skaldi - but when she reached out with the Force she felt...nothing. No presence in the Force, like a fathomless abyss. Somehow the presence of the woman brought forth an urge to blast her with electric judgement, though she could not explain it.



However, then the woman had vanished and Siobhan's eyes instead fell on [member="Danger Arceneau"], who was having a moment with some black-haired man. Not Sio's idea of fun either, though it presumably had to do with business as well. Perhaps part of her was just jealous because the Trade Queen was not standing that close to her!



She had heard about Danger's big order for Javelin and Ballista turrets to secure her manifold facilities, as well as her interest in a contract. For her part, Siobhan was very interested in the services Oiran Companions could offer! Perhaps she would get to chat with her once her talk was over. On occasion Sio was an approximation of polite and did not barge in.

 

[Tyger Tyger]

[member="Danger Arceneau"]
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“Loud and clear,” he affirmed, though it wasn’t very clear – there were a lot of italics in her language.

Milo watched her hand drop a transponder code into his shirt pocket, before reaffixing his gaze to her pools of jade. Slow at first, he receded from Danger, a brief moment to allow for any additional caveats or whatever, but as they never came, Milo turned and proceeded to make his exit. As his proximity from her sleepytime perfume grew, his nerves began to wake-up, to reveal his senses screaming about the ghost of human contact and suggestive pheromones.

She was into him.

No, she was using her feminine wiles to play him.

But to what end?

Games, right? He’d never make it as a businessman.

He stopped for a moment, fishing the transponder code from his pocket, making sure everything was in order, then placing it into a pocket more secure.

It had been awhile…But he was a professional.

But then again, this was a party.

His head tilted to the side as he pondered his new employer and the precedent that has been set in their interaction. Way he reckoned it, he could be a player, or he could be the game.

“To hell with it,” Milo muttered, turning back around. He’d seen much weaker scoundrels get away with so much more. Worst case scenario, he’d just teach her a lesson about cuddling up to a feral cat.

A rerun from earlier, Milo marched right back up to Danger, but this time, he collided, crackling with kinetic energy, sweeping her up in his embrace (unless there was an impediment/evasion/attack) and crushing his lips to hers. His rough stubble was cruel to her pale skin, and he used as much tongue and the whole nine as her protestations would allow.

A straight-shooter, as always. This was Milo’s two-cents on the tone of their burgeoning relationship.

Still, he was on a mission, and he wouldn’t linger. He released her to her own posture and once more, he drifted away, eyes only lingering if she were receptive. Provided he didn’t fall victim to Poison Ivy lip balm, Ebola Outbreak Daily Pore Refiner, or some other form of weaponized cosmetic, Milo would march back out the door, checking a nosy security guard against the wall before departing.

Y’know, assuming he didn’t fall prey to any number of the potential pitfalls above. In which case, he’s probably captured or dead.

Preferably not the second one, as I’d just have to come up with some stupid, moderific way to make him alive again.

R.I.P. Tyger Tyger

See you in three weeks.

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Delicately carrying a too small glass of champagne in one flipper, Orcus watched from a polite distance as [member="Danger Arceneau"] got whisked off her feet by a rough and tousle looking human. Orcus tagged him in his memory, for whales - like elephants - have very long memories, thinking that perhaps one day he would recruit him into Darkwater. Should they have need of less... well-proportioned individuals.

Thee fellow left and after allowing her several moments to recover, Orcus approached.

"Hello, Miss Danger," his voice was rich, oily, and impossibly deep. "I would say I have a proposition, but it seemed I have been beaten to the punch in that arena." He smiled widely.

 

[Peyton Steele]

This was definitely Peyton’s kind of situation. She could be a bit more calm, and use her wiles to secure contracts. She had a red dress on, with her blonde hair done almost more than normal, it was wavy, and not straight, nor in a braid. And she was unarmed. See? Peyton Steele could clean up. Sometimes. It wasn’t her preferred mode, but what the hell, right?

Still, she was a bit out of place, but well, there was a whale holding a glass. That was something new.

The blonde couldn’t help but smile and nod respectfully. Very respectfully. She was here out of a bit of fine programming, but that didn’t matter. She knew that AEL was here. And that was another reason she wanted to be around, prove she was that kind of resourceful.

[member="Hion the Herglic"]

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Needless to say, Danger's heart was racing, her lips still tingling from his unexpected kiss. The bristle of his stubble left a small lasting reminder along with the bruised lips. If he wanted a reaction, he certainly got it. In that parting gaze would see the darkening of her eyes, a tell tale flush over her cheeks, and a look that spoke a heated promise. Or was that a threat? One could never be too sure with the woman.

Well... talk about kicking it up a notch.

What manner of thoughts would sweep within Danger's mind would be hidden behind her exotic gaze, as composure would settle and a welcoming smile would then bloom over her face. Her head would swivel over towards the enormous Herglic, and she'd grant him a nod of greeting as well as the extension of her hand.

"Every proposition has its merit," she'd drawl out, a bit more thickly thank usual. "Reckon it just depends on what the offer is for."

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

The mild mannered Zelosian shook [member="Marek Starchaser"]'s hand.

"Rough waters for some, perhaps," he said with a smile. "A consequence of plagiarism. As for me, I'm into a little of everything. Aurum-Saccs is a large Muunilinst bank, but I'm looking to expand my ventures into more tete-a-tete area. Recently I've found law...dogging," he gave a sidelong glance to [member="Sasha Santhe"], "To be more profitable, but everyone needs to put their money somewhere. Even the Techno Union."

"Speaking of," he transitioned seamlessly, "Are you satisfied with your current bank?"

 

[Corey's OOC]

Networking, that was Marek's game. Having someone for everything. Sure, he could handle quite a few tasks on his own, but what he needed were people he could trust, or at least that enjoyed credits over not credits until he developed a bond with them. That way he knew who to give certain jobs to, and could help the Confederacy, and his own interests, thrive and survive. With the whole of the galaxy, Marek was surprised some companies couldn't develop their own technology and needed to piggyback off others. Perhaps it was due to his state as not-an-engineer. However it worked, he was confident Santhe would come out how they were supposed to, on top.

Listening to [member="Gabriel Beau"], he nodded. "I can understand the need for a change, it lends variety, and greater experience." He smirked. As for his bank? "Well, I'm only strictly responsible for a handful of accounts, parts of the Techno Union tend to handle their own credits. What are you able to offer? Can always pass it on."

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

The noseless cetacean clacked large, conical teeth together in a Herglic chuckle.

"Too true. I have no honeyed words, but I do have a business offer. My company, Darkwater Security, offers the finest bodyguards in the galaxy for select corporate executives. I had heard about your dealings with the Protectorate. It seems to have been resolved well enough, but do me the service of hiring several of my fellow Herglics, or some of our specialists. Even the divine [member="Danger Arceneau"] must still have a few enemies?"

He raised a hairless brow.

"One can never be too careful, hauum."

 

[Danger Arceneau]

" You bring about an interesting proposition," Danger would coo with a notable half smile towards [member="Hion the Herglic"]. A finger would beckon him to follow her as she decided a stiff drink was in order.

"Come, tell me more about Darkwater Security." she would ask as she began to walk towards the bar .

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Too alien to be considered completely human, Danger's wiles could not entirely beguile the Herglic. Still, he held an appreciation for the assets of the smaller races, though he preferred them large and blubbery.

Darth Orcus followed her, bulky steps causing the floor to jump.

"A private security firm, started and run by myself. Graze is my second in command. He is a complete professional. Currently we have twenty five personnel, but more could easily be contracted. Our services are exclusively for members of the Tion Hegemony. After all, the only good state is a jingoistic state."


[member="Danger Arceneau"]

 

[Danger Arceneau]

@Darth Orcus

“Is that so?” so it was a small company, with only about twenty five personnel. Her eyebrows would rise in curiosity, the heat of the earlier encounter already starting to wane.

“Who do you currently have contracts with, if you could satisfy my curiosity?” They would approach the bar in a couple of meters, and once there, Danger would lean against the bartop, head tilted back some to take in the large bulk of the Herglic.

“Care for a drink, Mistah…” It would be said that Orcus had not formally introduced himself, so he had no real clue on what his name was.

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

"Cestus Cybernetics and Santhe Corporation. We are working on developing long-standing relations with all members of the Tion Hegemony."

Orcus stood awkwardly. He usually did, a product of his great girth. All rooms seemed too small for him, the people too tiny. He sniffed out of his blowholes.

"Ah, forgive me. I am Orcus."

[member="Danger Arceneau"]

 

[Danger Arceneau]

[member="Hion the Herglic"]

Danger would give a nod. "Is that so..." she would tap her lips.

"A small company but working at growing, correct?" she'd ask. "How often are you available of contracting out for aid?" she wouldn't mind having a contract for body guards. Herglic bulk had a way of being a deterant.

"And what guarantee do I have that my own guards won't turn against me... if an offer comes to do so?"