Amarant
Dead Men End All Tales.
Sanctuary---The Lily of the Waters Resort and Casino
Sanctuary, one of the least populous planets in this sector of space. Perfect for two simultaneous projects--trouis and defense. And with only a few thousand people on the planet, it was an easy prospect. So, now, the goal was simple. Time for a GRAND OPENING!!!
Amarant smiled as she took to the floor--her floor. This project was the newest subsidiary of Ash, Pembrooke Welqzana and Associates, using technology and entertainment to create the best damn island life you could make--and charging tourists for the privilege.
She stood in front of the holo-projector. "Ladies and gentlemen, it brings me great pleasure to tell all my wonderful guests--the Lily Pad is afloat!" The hologram of Amarant hoisting her glass shone on every monitor on the island, letting a small army of loyal, dedicated attendants being working around the clock to please the customers. She smirked, turning off the recorder and switching channels to a private, encrypted com set-up.
[member="Popo"] [member="Rayl Wilded"]
"Alright, the PR end of things is beginning. How's my Island fortress of doom going? Give the beautiful redhead a sit-rep," she said with a laugh. "Also, Popo, make sure to keep some live feeds up around the island. Might find some new swimsuit models for your next calendar shoot, buddy," she said with a grin. Things were going well. That was a change of pace.
(OOC: This dominion's all about the economic dominance, because that's what master criminal's do best. If you're here to make some money, get hustling. Or start a side business on the island. Fishing, poaching, acting, a brothel, some casino work where you win, get creative. Feel free to sell some sin and make some credits, folks!)
Sanctuary, one of the least populous planets in this sector of space. Perfect for two simultaneous projects--trouis and defense. And with only a few thousand people on the planet, it was an easy prospect. So, now, the goal was simple. Time for a GRAND OPENING!!!
Amarant smiled as she took to the floor--her floor. This project was the newest subsidiary of Ash, Pembrooke Welqzana and Associates, using technology and entertainment to create the best damn island life you could make--and charging tourists for the privilege.
She stood in front of the holo-projector. "Ladies and gentlemen, it brings me great pleasure to tell all my wonderful guests--the Lily Pad is afloat!" The hologram of Amarant hoisting her glass shone on every monitor on the island, letting a small army of loyal, dedicated attendants being working around the clock to please the customers. She smirked, turning off the recorder and switching channels to a private, encrypted com set-up.
[member="Popo"] [member="Rayl Wilded"]
"Alright, the PR end of things is beginning. How's my Island fortress of doom going? Give the beautiful redhead a sit-rep," she said with a laugh. "Also, Popo, make sure to keep some live feeds up around the island. Might find some new swimsuit models for your next calendar shoot, buddy," she said with a grin. Things were going well. That was a change of pace.
(OOC: This dominion's all about the economic dominance, because that's what master criminal's do best. If you're here to make some money, get hustling. Or start a side business on the island. Fishing, poaching, acting, a brothel, some casino work where you win, get creative. Feel free to sell some sin and make some credits, folks!)