Capitalism Yeah!!

[Miss Blonde]

The planet of Oberon had come under a lot of trouble in the past few years. With the sacking that had killed the Queen and destroyed their government by razing the capital, to the following netherworld event that made millions vanish in the middle of the night most never to return. The planet was on its last leg, so seeing this Spaarti had come in and had taken control of the ruined capital city. The local farmers could sell their food to Spaarti to feed its clone army and in return Spaarti helped bring new jobs and credits back into this world.

But everything could better in the land of forever fertile lands and ever lasting sunshine, and with Spaarti acquiring more and more land it was high time to do something with it all. So contacting the fine folks at ZP Tobacco, Patricia wanted to ensure that these people could set up shop here and have Spaarti sponsor it for the most part. There was always a need for more jobs in the community and another need to perhaps build upon it and even eventually a new city.

As for the capital city the entire area had been retrofitted to become a massive cloning facility. Houses turned to containment units, warehouses no longer made to hold food but cloning tech. It was a good use of space that was no longer being used. But at the center of it all was the crown jewel. The royal palace that served as Spaarti's headquarters on this planet. That was where the meeting would be taking place between the two companies. Where Patricia had invited [member="Pavor Clauditis"] to sit down and talk to the man about possible business that was available on this planet. For now she would wait in her office for the man to arrive.

 

[Pavor Clauditis]

Slowly, he descended down the ramp of the company freighter. Clad in an elegant, white dress suit, followed by matching pants and his shining, black dress shoes, he slowly directed his gaze up into the sky. "Don, thanks for takin' me out 'ere. I'll contact ya' when I need a ride back." Pavor said, his voice filled with a thick, Correlian accent.

Watching as his pilot nodded, and quickly darted back into the ship, Pavor examined the sprawling farmlands. With a sigh of relief, he produced a pack of ZP Reds from the inside of his suit, plucking a cigarette from the pack with his just recently purchased Shaper Hand, provided by Spaarti. Striking a match, he waited a moment, before bringing the match up to the end of his cigarette, watching as it proceeded to smoke, the tobacco igniting.

Drawing in a cloud of smoke, he took the cigarette in between the index and middle finger of his Shaper hand. Placing the cigarette back up to his lips, he slipped both hands into his pockets, proceeding to patiently begin to walk over to the palace. He was about a mile away, and what the hell, decided to go for a walk. His lungs were only going to get worse, so why the hell not.

Reaching the entrance of the palace, he flicked out his cigarette, tossing the cigarette butt into a nearby bush. He hoped [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] would appreciate his appearance, which he had gone off-world to get done. He had his beard untied, allowing it to hang down. He also pulled his hair back into a small, Sith-style ponytail, which he had done quite frequently after starting ZP Tobacco not too long ago.

On his left hand, he had placed elegant rings on each finger, and a single, black ring on his thumb. Slowly, he entered the elegant palace, glancing around patiently...for about five seconds. "Ms. Garter!?" He hollered at the top of his lungs, ignoring the stares he received as he stood in the middle of the palace entrance, waiting in complete silence.

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Pavor Clauditis"]

Patricia was not a very tall woman, outside of her high heels she was barely pushing four foot eleven. However lucky for her she always wore her ruby red heels and matching form fitting red dress that helped to show off the elegant and petite lines of her body. Thirty year olds could indeed still dress for fun, and besides it got warm on this planet so normally less clothing was a good thing. But she wasn't really here to go over the finer details of her more infamous outfit, she was here to do business with the man who was at her doorstep wanting to come in and negotiate land and wealth.

So Patricia ordering her men to open up the front gate of the palace did so and soon the massive wooden doors split apart to show the tiny woman waiting on the other side with a friendly and professional smile on her face. The blonde gave the man a nod and soon walked out to meet with him, she enjoyed doing so. She was the type of person to always address her guests outside rather than send them up to meet her in the office, she found it rude really.

"Mister Claiditis it's so nice to meet you. Welcome to Oberon, if you want we can sit down and have your rest from your long trip before dispensing business. There's a number of bedrooms here and you are welcome to recover first." Patricia said being a gracious host.

It was important that you were a good host, especially with running a company such as hers where you had to question the morale ramifications of cloning a human being to go be a living weapon and fight in a war that wasn't their own. So breaking out the fine china was a necessity for guests with wandering eyes and thoughts.

 

[Pavor Clauditis]

He nodded at the woman, flashing his own smile. "I'd kiss yer' hand but I just got done chewin' a bag of tobacco...So, sorry 'bout that." He said, bowing slightly. Raising the Shaper hand, he gestured towards the finger spears, grinning at the woman. "I am really enjoyin' yer' products, ma'am. They ain't easy to get used to...but they are very well made, if I do say so myself." He added, clearing his throat.

Quickly adjusting his collar with a tug from his left hand, he slowly took a step back. "Ma'am, if ya' don't mind me askin'...What is this palace's tobacco policy?" He asked, running his hand through his brown beard for a moment, listening carefully.

He enjoyed the woman's gesture of kindness. While he did not share her meeting policy, he still appreciated the woman meeting him outside.

(Sorry for the short post)

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Pavor Clauditis"]

Tobacco, it was something that the galaxy loved. From Hutt lords toking up in their palaces to the every day worker who just wanted something to sit down and relax with. It was a fantastic product to sell and while it did have health risks maybe in the primitive past, this was an era where getting shot with ten bullets was like pulling out a splinter. So it was relatively "safe" still kind of a gross habit but it was something that's side effects could be cured with modern medicine. But regardless of health risks Patricia was happy to get some more business going on Oberon.

"Seeing how you are standing where we piled up the corpses of Yuuzhan Vong and Oberonians before giving them a mass burial you're free to smoke and dip as much as you want. The whole place is stained with a wound in the force so a little smoke isn't going to kill anyone." She said with a small chuckle afterwards.

"Well let's head inside, there's much to see and go over." Standing by the man side she escorted the two of them to the massive doors of the palace.

As they grew closer vines from years of abandonment grew up and down the walls, their emerald colors shining as they sprouted beautiful pink flowers that occasionally detached and floated down to the ground with grace.

"So I'm sure you've noticed that this place never gets dark. Perfect growing conditions year round, Spaarti buys it's fruit and veggies here and I think tobacco would be an excellent crop to introduce to the natives here." She said as a few pink flowers fell near them.

(It's all good)

 

[Pavor Clauditis]

As he walked with the woman, he nodded as he spoke, semi-processing what she said. He directed most of his attention to removing, and packing his can of ZP Gold. Slowly, he popped open the can, nodding as he took a pinch, placing it in his mouth. Screwing the lid back on, he slid the can back into his suit, before clearing his throat.

"Yes, ma'am. However...I may have to...request somethin'. An' I most likely need yer' permission on this..." He began, quickly taking a moment when he believed the woman was not looking to spit dark, black spit over into a nearby vase. "I would like to built a second agriculture area here. It would be easier, and more convenient for everyone. Of course, we'd have to hire a few employees...but if I ain't mistaken, in recent news you are lookin' to get some more people workin'. So, this helps out both of us. We'll each get a share of the credits. We'll be capable of growin' tobacco faster, and this planet...Is one hell of a place for this kinda work. So, whaddya say?" He asked, a rather confident grin upon his scarred face.

As he walked, he studied the palace in admiration and slight amazement. As he strategically spit tobacco left and right along the walk, he finally proceeded to speak once again:

"This is truly an amazing planet for this kinda work."

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Pavor Clauditis"]

"Go for it." Patricia said as she walked down the hallway with the man.

"This is wild space on a planet whose government was toppled and people disbanded through a mass vanishing. Spaarti pretty much just serves the people who just live here. Build a third death star for all these people care." Patricia said as they walked down the hall.

The vines began to reach their ends and soon cobblestone walls took their place as they neared the end of the. Coming up a large wooden door about seven feet high stood firm and fast as it always had throughout the years of this place, and it seemed Patricia was headed for it to venture on into the next room where they would continue their talk.

"Of course Spaarti has built a trust with these people and we want to be able to safely introduce your company into this world without any civil unrest. The people here aren't kind of outsiders due to recent events. But if Spaarti vouches and backs your play this should go smoothly and of course Spaarti will take ten percent of profits from products grown on Oberon." Patricia stopped in front of the door and looked towards the man.

"If everything sounds agreeable we can continue." The tiny blonde said calmly.

 

[Pavor Clauditis]

He nodded, leaning up against the wall, slightly ignoring the woman as he produced a pouch of tobacco, proceeding to roll a cigarette. Striking a match, he held it up to the tobacco, watching as it ignited, producing a thick, grey cloud of smoke. Drawing in a cloud of smoke, he exhaled slowly, taking a step over to the woman, nodding slowly.

"W-wait? What? I...What? I mean...Yeah! Yeah, yeah. We can continue. Yep. All good. Let's continue....I'm ready...to...t-t-to continue." He said hurriedly, only pausing to exhale a large amount of smoke, quickly clearing his throat.

(Sorry for the short post!)

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Pavor Clauditis"]

Patricia chuckled a bit at the man's antics and it seemed that they had a deal. ZP Tobacco would rent out the land Spaarti had given them for ten percent of their profits from product grown there, and in return their corporation would have fertile growing lands all year round. Really it was a suitable arrangement and Patricia would be getting a pretty penny seeing how addicting his product was, there were always smokers.

"Excellent." Patricia said as the two moved into the room together.

Opening up into the large garden and a stone table Patricia's assistant stood there with a data pad on the table ready to go and sign away once he had a read. It was pretty simple, sign, give ten percent, build a new facility, make lots of money. Hopefully Pavor was about that life.

 

[Pavor Clauditis]

He nodded, quickly following the woman. He examined the room, his eyes wide as he slowly flicked the cherry off of his cigarette. Turning to face the woman, he stared at her in disbelief. "Well, hot damn! How do you afford this, maaaaaaaaan!?" He nearly shouted, his voice filled with astonishment. Slowly, he made his way over to table, nodding to the men.

Leaning over the table, he examined the datapad, nodding as he read. Quietly muttering to himself, he slowly stared up at the woman, nodding slowly. "Excuse me, Ma'am. Could ya' come here for a moment?" He asked, slowly slipping a hand into the pocket of his elegant, white suit. Quickly, he produced one of ZP Tobacco's newest products: The ZP Slim. It was a long, slim cigarette rolled with brown paper, as opposed to the standard white paper. It was a 101 MM cigarette and was clearly expensive.

"Here. This is our newest product. ZP Slims. It is completely natural, with no additives." He said, offering it to the woman.

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Pavor Clauditis"]

Patricia took the cigarette and knew better than to smoke it, it was something you just didn't do in the corporate world. It could be filled with poison, nanite bombs, pretty much anything that could track you or kill you. So she simply pulled down her dress to give the man a firm look at her cleavage as she slipped the cigarette into her bra.

"My husband would love it." Patricia said as she giggled.

"You know you remind me of someone I knew in the Ravens." Patricia said as she sat on the table.

"Little guy named Jalek, mind always moving from one thing to the other. Kind of a dick though unlike yourself." The woman said as she began to lose patience with the tobacco CEO.