Come With Me Now

[Arage Bao]

Saiba Regional HQ, Bastion

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]It was a quiet night in the office for all intents and purposes, most of the employees had already left the building - to either party and celebrate that the weekend had arrived or simply leaving for their homes to spend some quality time outside of the working ethic. But Darell Irani was not a man who took breaks easily, at least not when he was in the metaphorical zone.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Power started to build inside his office, currents of energy softly charging up over the threshold and attending the Sith Lord that something was about to [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]happen[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px].[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Darell.” the word preceded the transition from the void to the reality of here and now. One moment the chair was empty, and the next a widely-grinning man sat in it, legs crossed and leaning heavily against the back of it. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]He seemed awfully pleased with the situation at hand.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“You look well, how have you been?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]A cigarette was lit up, and Ovmar started to smoke while waiting for a reply from his [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]creation[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]. It was the first time that he looked upon his creation in a long, long time and so the Sith Lord couldn’t help but be at least a little bit proud at what Irani had accomplished in his absence.[/SIZE]

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]To Irani’s credit, he never lost his composure. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Because he inherently knew how Ovmar ticked, what made him [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]him[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px], what kind of tricks he played and just how much the Sith Lord loved ticking off other people with his annoying ways. Most of the people would have played right in his hand by being brusk, curt or trying to get Jared to play towards the commonly accepted ways.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Instead Darell just finished signing the paperwork, took his sweet time with putting the crown back on his pen and putting it softly on the table. Finally, he would push a button that would connect him straight to his secretary - who was heavily attuned with the Force and probably would have noticed the flux in the energy fields and such. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Flashy ways were all cool, but they were horrible for stealthy approaches.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Miss Dawson, I am perfectly fine. But you should go take the night off, I have some more business to attend to in private.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]With that done, Darell looked up and met those blue eyes.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Mister Ovmar, what can I do for you?”[/SIZE]

 

[Arage Bao]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Ovmar simply leaned further into the chair, letting his entire self come to ease and just [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]relax[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] in the moment of it all. There ain’t nothing like coming home after a long time and finding that your legacy had taken control over his own destiny and was currently running a successful enterprise. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]It could fill someone with pride like it ain’t nobody’s business.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Ya know, [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]son[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px].” the Sith Lord would say with a smile. “You have made me right proud, I hear that you have followed the line I set out all those years ago.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Only work for one man, and that is yourself.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]And it seemed that Irani had done just that, with Saiba spreading out through the entire Galaxy, Iron Crown leaving the Fringe behind itself and still doing fairly successful - funding both Mandalorians as well as the Primeval? A hilarious affair that came close to his own scenario back when the Fringe and the Protectorate had their own little cold war.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“But you owe me something.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Everything.[/SIZE]

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Son?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Irani wasn’t sure if he should grimace, roll his eyes or simply ignore that addition to the sentence. In the end he opted for the last portion, because it was the most civil thing left to him without having to resort to fake smiles and the sort. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]It wasn’t that he had any malicious feelings towards Ovmar, but there were some lines that he wasn’t prepared to cross - and calling that man his father? Well, that would be one of those lines.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“And what do I owe you, mister Ovmar?” Darell would finally respond, after a moment of pondering.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Would this be the day that Jared decided to end his life? An experiment gone wrong? A man who had stolen his life while he had been gone doing force knows what? Or would he simply take back what was his, starting with the company, the cash and the connections that Irani had taken from him.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]The Sith Lord was powerful, yes, but for some reason he doubted that would stop Ovmar if the man had settled his mind on that particular avenue.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]There were some levels that one couldn’t just attain by a few years of training and good genetics.[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] [/SIZE]

 

[Arage Bao]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]There were a variety of things that Ovmar could have done. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]In a previous life he might have simply taken what he needed, by force if necessary and then leave again, with everything burning behind him. That had simply been the easiest way in the past, the most simple way without any complications.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]And perhaps it was the same way right now, most of the people he once knew thought he was either dead, Irani or a strange combination of the both. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]But Ovmar was a change- alright, so he wasn’t a changed man. What he was, was a member of the old guard, grown up in a time when titans ruled this Galaxy. Names like Varanin, Wraith, Jacobs and Shorn ran true, but those times were long gone - some might have tried to recapture those moments of old glory, but not Jared.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]He accepted that his time in the spotlights were over, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t play a game or two anyway.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Your entire life is built upon what I left behind.” the Sith Lord would simply answer, mentioning this as if it was a simple sentence about the weather.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“I am not interested in taking it back now, but I [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]have found myself with a lack of… [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]capital, assets and connections [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]suddenly[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px].” [/SIZE]

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Irani listened impassively. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]It was the truth, sadly. After Ovmar had disappeared he had position himself into taking over every little scrap of capital, intelligence, connection and asset that was tied to the former Lord of the Fringe, it hadn’t been particularly hard either with the access he held to all those memories. But that did leave Ovmar in an [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]awkward [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]situation now that he was back.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Usually… a Sith Lord wouldn’t really care about that, but as said before; Darell held the old memories of Ovmar and knew exactly what the man was capable of. Besides. He [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]did[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] owe him that much, and Irani hated to owe someone anything.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Okay, do I dare ask what you are planning?” Irani would ask, while running the numbers.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Knowing Ovmar’s style he wasn’t gunning for some little mom & pop shop on the corner, it would be something big and that meant a lot of assets to tie in, if they wanted it to be even remotely a successful venture.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]He would probably need to divert some funds from other projects that were currently running, maybe assets too depending on what the plans were. Darell suppressed the urge to rub his eyebrow while thinking all of that over.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]This was going to be a headache.[/SIZE]

 

[Arage Bao]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]And now there was where the fun would begin.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]See, Darell had the right idea of it all. Even though he wasn’t planning on stealing the spotlights anymore with his shenanigans it didn’t mean that he wasn’t gonna pull them off anymore, it simply meant that he would stick to the shadows for now, just content with watching events unfold from the shadows instead.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]At least for now.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Ya never knew with one Jared Ovmar and what would happen, that was the entire charm of dealing with him really. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Remember those interests we had in the InterGalactic Banking Clan?” the Sith Lord started grinning widely by now.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]That was the entire beauty of the plan, because it just tied so many things together. It made the entire thing turn into a circle and those were the best kind of shapes, when things came back together and finished right where it all metaphorically started.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]There was a lot of things hinging on this plan, of course. But that is half the fun of it, when the stakes were raised as high as possible and the payoffs were tremendous, that too… was a beauty of the moment.[/SIZE]

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]And it was then that Darell decided it had been a bad idea to send Barbara away, cause it was just now that he really wanted some good ol’ fashion scotch with a healthy dosis of pain meds to wash away that particular brand of ache that started to rush through his veins and up lodged itself into his very brain.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Ain’t a pleasant feeling.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“There is a reason we never called in those shots.” Irani cautioned wearily, but he knew a lost cause when he saw one.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Biggest difference between himself and the man in front of him? One was cautious while the other had some kind of death wish - or at least it seemed that way from the other side, and it was during times like these that it was only underlined.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Fact was that the InterGalactic Banking Clan had a lot of qualms, problems that began with the letter M and ended with fething Mandalorians up in Muunilinst’ sphere of power.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Never paid to mess with the Mandalorians too much, they were annoying little buggers to a severe degree with only a few reasonable human beings between them. Betna was one of ‘em, seemed straightforward enough and Monroe was a second one - Ordo? Hadn’t seen him for the longest, proper man too though.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Point was, whatever Ovmar was planning? It better be really good.[/SIZE]

 

[Arage Bao]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Situations change.” the Sith Lord replied with a little shrug.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]The fact was that these days the Mandalorians were heading into an… interesting position, a position that could work in the benefit of them all if it was done right and if they played their angles just boldly enough to profit from it all.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Besides, with the connections established? Might be that most of it would be played off rather well, with no hitch to be found.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Only thing that would have to be done, was to play it a little bit careful and make sure nobody was aware of their involvement.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Safest thing in the world, really.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Then again, it wasn’t like Ovmar was the best judge of character when it came to reckless and ruthless behavior, he had stopped counting the amount of times he had gotten himself killed and was forced to pull the shards of his remnants back together into a former. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]So many stitches.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Are we in agreement then?” [/SIZE]

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]A nod followed.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]There really wasn’t much else to do here for Darell, could he refuse to lend his aid in this particular endeavor? Probably. Could he do it and walk out of this office alive? That’s where the questions would awkwardly start to formulate, in the end the businessman did owe the gentleman in front of him alot.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Everything, if they were playing it by the ball.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Alright, tell me what you need.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Darell leaned deeply into his seat, cigarro appearing of the box and lighting it up - no offer was made to Ovmar, which might seem childish. But that was the only thing he could do in this situation to show his annoyance, perhaps after the plan was discussed and the moves were being written out that they could have a pleasant moment, but as it stood there wasn’t much else to do.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Just gotta let yourself be moved with the moment.[/SIZE]

 

[Arage Bao]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]And Ovmar began to talk finally, typing on his datapad at the same time and sending the same informational feeds that he had to Irani - it would be easier if they both possessed a copy of the preliminary information to make this process as easy as possible. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]The jist of it was that during the Netherworld everything was in chaos, billions of people just disappeared, vanished without leaving any trace.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Now, that was the obvious information. The Mandalorians had reclaimed Muunilinst and Mygeeto soon after, but… something had happened during that subjugation. The entire ruling council of the InterGalactic Banking clan had been assassinated by someone, he currently wasn’t too sure what had exactly happened, besides that it [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]had[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] happened. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]The most beautiful thing? His own interests within the organization had managed to escape the same fate and were currently in a good position to start taking over things, they simply lacked the obvious things.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Money, assets, connections. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Three things that Darell’s estate could easily provide to set up the groundwork of the operation.[/SIZE]

 

[Arage Bao]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Later and elsewhere[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“These projections are way off.” the Muun would announce quite calmly.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]There was a subtly towards discovering the frigidness within his voice, a way that the tone was colored that only a few people could truly disconcern. It was why Vassik didn’t have many longstanding assistants, they simply weren’t adequate when it came to the [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]little[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] things, and there were a lot of little things when you worked for Vassik Kilvaari.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]A young humanoid male, about one meter and seventy four centimeters, seemed to be weighing around the fifty to sixty range and had a nervous [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]tick[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] edging against the corner of his lips. A twitchy fellow, all things considered, but his father had almost begged him to take him on as an apprentice of sorts.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Banking wasn’t for everyone[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]. The Muun had tried to explain. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]What about the Law? [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]He had tried to suggest.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]But in the end Vassik had relented against his better judgement, he valued the business his father brought him too much to dismiss the notion immediately - and besides, the request had been stipulated as him [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]testing[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] the young fellow. So if the humanoid was not able to keep up with his request nobody would be able to fault him for declining his further service, now could they?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Yes, Nigel?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Y-you have a transmission incoming, Magister Kilvaari.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“I see.” the Muun would reply carefully. “Route it to my private quarters, if you would be so kind. I will take it there.” [/SIZE]

 

[Arage Bao]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]The Sith Lord patiently waited until his call got routed through to the Magister’s private quarters, in the meanwhile simply enjoying a good Corellian whiskey with a cigarro on top of it. Sometimes you simply needed to let go of the moment and [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]enjoy[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] yourself, something that Ovmar hadn’t been able to do for a long time now.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Can’t find a good Corellian vintage when you are travelling - most of the time.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Finally then the call patched through. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]A cloaked shadowy silhouette would be projected in Kilvaari’s quarters, state of the art technology making sure that the contents of this conversation and the identity of the speaker were kept private and secure. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“It’s done.” the Sith Lord would simply say once his visage appeared.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]The Magister leaned against his elbow, his chin resting on his hand and he thought about it long and deep, to really [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]realize[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] what it meant that they were about to do. Eventually, after a few rare moments had passed the Muun would give a nod.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“My thanks.” he would rely his gratitude.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“All the information that you will need will be transferred to you, from here it’s your show.” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]With that the connection disconnected, the iridescent light shut off and bathed the Magister in shadows of darkness.[/SIZE]

 

[Arage Bao]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]The Muun leaned back against his seat, long, graceful fingers entwined as he pondered just a little bit more about what this entailed to him and those that he employed. It was a risky business what they- or rather he was about to do, but that was the thing with the Galaxy at large… one needed just a little bit of risk if they wished to gain any sort of boon.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Things without risk usually didn’t hold much in the way of profit, a sad truth. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]After a few more moments had passed, Vassik started up his own information network. It ran on a shell program of a BRT Supercomputer, Platform-13, the core of which was housed underneath the Spire which was his home.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]The holographic input screen popped up in front of him, a few keys were pressed and soon the welcome page of his system was greeting him. His face was bathed with blue light, eyes moved across the screen until they noticed something peculiar. A strange pop-up that hadn’t been there before… in the form of a cigarro? [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Vassik sighed. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]His old Master had the strangest of humors sometimes, but his effectivity in dealing with intrigue and the power that he excreted simply by [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]being[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] around? It made all of the rest a non-issue.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]A few more finger presses and the information started flooding in.[/SIZE]

 

[Arage Bao]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]The display filled itself with all kinds of information, so much that anyone else would have found it simply too much, a miasmic landfall of knowledge, plots and other information that would help him accomplish exactly what he had set out to do. It could be roughly divided into a couple of thick information feeds.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Assets on the left, connections grouped together - giving him names, hooks to pull them in, what they could accomplish for him and what it would all mean for the InterGalactic Banking Clan in terms of projections. Streams of monetary currency was being updated by the moment, coming from different angles of the Galaxy and slipping into various ghost accounts and dummy corporations that would increase the leverage and grip he held over the remnants. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Interesting.” The Magister would allow just a sliver of excitement to pass him. He almost couldn’t believe the amount of wealth, the sheer manpower and assets that were currently being funneled to him, it was almost unreal.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Nothing comes for free, Vassik. You better not forget that.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]It was clear that this deal would hold but’s and attachments to it, if he managed to push this through and assume control over the InterGalactic Banking Clan… well, the IGBC would be beholden to [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]wherever[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] all of this was coming from. [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]He didn’t know the corporations, didn’t [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]want[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] to know either. But it all came back to Ovmar and the debt that was currently increasing itself by the tenfold by the looks of it.[/SIZE]

 

[Arage Bao]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]After he finished his review - or rather finished the initial cursory look that turned into several hours worth of pouring through the various intelligence that he was afforded by this data, Vassik decided to call it a night for now. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]It was about two AM in the morning. The sun had already set deep over the horizon, even the pleasant orange hues had dissipated and left only shades of grey and shadows of black behind. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]A good scenery for plotting?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]The Magister chuckled softly, before taking his cup of tea and wandering over to glass doors that separated his working office with the balcony. It looked over an expansive promenade, one which was filled with bustling baristas and magisters arguing over the latest business deals - at least, that’s how it looked usually. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]But it was far too late in the night for that now, of course. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Instead it was now filled with eerie quietness, the shops all closed up and most of the lights in the spires dimmed to signify that only a few people were still up and about now. Even in the financial centrum of the Galaxy there were periods of peace, it seemed.[/SIZE]

 

[Boethiah]

Later that evening...

Anja Aj'Rou was an unusually quiet woman. Despite being the Host Lord, she was hardly vocal and entrusted most of her authority to a select few individuals. As an Umbaran, few dared to cross her in these endeavors.

She was meeting with Vassik because she had heard of his expertise... Whether or not he truly lived up to his reputation, she wished to find out. If he did the witch may very well decide to take him on as an advisor, assuming he wished to take up such a role. If he didn't? Then she'd have nothing more to do with him.

That was the nature of The Primeval, they were isolated from everything that did not provide mutuality in the long run. It wasn't for power but rather survival, never rely on anyone and only deal with people who provide equally in return.

[member="Vassik Kilvaari"]

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Vassik did not have any illusions when it came to the Primeval. They were murderous zealots that would drown babies in a shallow pond if they believed that the baby would grow up to be a threat to them in the future - this wasn’t a judgement though, because in the grand scheme of things the Magister did not really concern himself with acts of morality and the judging of those. There was no profit in the calculations of karmic intervention and the balance between light and dark, but there was profit to be had in the Primeval itself.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]A cultish entity that had swept through Wild Space, running solely on the spoils of war, the bounties of the moment and more like that. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]They did not even have an unified monetary system. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Barbarians[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px], Vassik would think to himself. How it was possible that these apes had any semblance of organization and had managed to defeat the Mandalorians at Wayland was anyone’s guess, but it mattered little right now.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]What mattered was that the Host Lord and him had come to agree on an appointment, to see if certain bridges could be traversed for the betterment of both entities. The InterGalactic Banking Clan was not interested in assuming direct control or anything as silly as that, but what they were interested in was the reorganization of a - possible - revenue source in Wild Space. He would accept an advising position within her court, mostly because the Muun doubted there was anyone else in that credit forsaken wasteland that knew even the barest of things when it came to economics and monetary wealth.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Zealots did not make for good bureaucrats.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]They met each other on the High Port Space Center orbiting Muunilinst, after the dissolution of the Galactic Empire and the Gulag Plague the InterGalactic Banking Clan had reassumed guardianship over the space city over their capital. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]It was a bustling structure filled with lawyers, bankers and every other kind of bureaucrat which the IGBC employed towards the guidance of the galactic economy and the worth of the credit. One of the buildings owned by Kilvaari Holdings was the one that the meeting would take place in, Anja would be greeted by a secretary who would give her a polite bow before leading her into the conference room itself.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]There she would finally meet with Vassik Kilvaari himself, the tall Moon would raise himself from his seat and offer a deep bow.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“My Lady Aj’Rou, an honor.” he would offer after finishing the move, and offering her a seat across his own.[/SIZE]

 

[Boethiah]

Anja took the a seat as he offered, "I'm sure," she responded to his formal introduction.

The Host Lord was not one for formality; and not because she was some 'barbarian' as many assumed but because she saw the truth in all things. Formality was merely a facade used to convey trust and respect that was truly unfounded in any regard. If you trusted someone you hadn't a need to explain yourself, if you respected someone you show it through action rather than words. That was how things actually worked and although it might offend some she did not care at all of how they perceived the witch.

Turning her attention to the actual matters at hand, "you seek expansion through Bastion, yes? Perhaps Dubrllion, too?" She sized up his mind the best she could. As an Umbaran, it was impossible to hide that she was always observing and through each word she had many meanings; several intentions. It was partially why many in the galaxy were cautious around them. Their ability to sense deception and even read or influence the will of others? That was scary.

She wasn't here to scare a Muun, though. Like the Umbaran the Muuns were a respected species in this galaxy and prided themselves as being the apex economists. If there was anything they understood it was value and power.

[member="Vassik Kilvaari"]

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]And yet she would find no deception here.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]The Muuns were known for a variety of things, they were considered arrogant, snobbish even in their competence, they were masters of commerce and economics, but there was a singular truth that grained through it all. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]A Muun never lied.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]They always uphold their dealings, they valued the worth of the law and once a deal was signed a Muun would never go back to it. They would respect the deal made to the letter, [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]and only to the letter -[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] which could bring a lot of awkward situations with it. But it all bred discipline and order in the eyes of Vassik, they would know better next time to sign a deal that they wished to slinks away from by ‘the meaning behind the letters’ or rubbish like that.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“And Telos,” the Magister acknowledged with a nod. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]In old days the InterGalactic Banking Clan had been spread through the entire Galaxy, banks affiliated with the Muuns had been established everywhere and it had been the IGBC who had cared for the value of the Credit. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]And it was time to take that past back.[/SIZE]