Crime and Business

[EmKay]

The Obsidians all perked up at the suggestion of departing their post, except for Valentine. He couldn't say he was waiting for this suggestion, but he was not at all surprised by it. His eyes skimmed over those assembled, and his vision affixed to Dagora for a moment. How easy it would be to kill at least one of them and leave the rest to fate; but such was not the way of operation for Sigma. He preferred necessity over base whims. He looked to his assembled knights, then affixed his posture into a formal stance, nearing the stilted manner of the Jedi without being quite convincing of being a snobbish hypocrite with an Amphistaff shoved up...

"I should hope that terms shall be accepted by both sides," he said simply in the general direction of the ex-Traitor and the new business associate, before he lowered his voice and flicked a switch on his wrist that activated a short-range comm and said, "You may disperse."

To be technical, it wasn't an order so much as an option. The guard snapped out of their stance and fell out of position. From there, they behaved much more like normal beings. One went to take a drink, most went to wait in the shuttle, and one sat down and watched things unfold. Valentine returned to his neutral, watchful state, but if he was called a guard dog one more time his writer would throttle Marek's writer with a fountain pen. With love, of course.

[member="Keira Ticon"] // [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] // [member="Marek Starchaser"] // [member="Kezeroth the Malevolent"] // [member="Lok Jorunn"] // @Dagora-Kel​

[OOC: Apparently Chaos refuses to let me tag Dagora. Gaaaaah.]​

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

"Mm, leave it in the air," just in case "but it can likely go on the other side of the planet. If you'd like to join us you're welcome to, your call. Apparently there are drinks."

Though she did not seem to, the Twi'lek watched the body language of those she currently saw as threats very carefully, even as she pointedly ignored them. Their apparent keenness to leave their posts was noted and filed under the comforting category. Not strictly killers then, or eager to get an assignment done. All in all the hyper alert, paranoid state that in many situations was all that kept Chiasa alive was slowly subsiding.

Crossing the invisible metaphorical line that divided the two parties Chiasa twined briefly around Isley, rising on her toes to kiss his cheek. After all, technically she'd not greeted him in any way the others could hear. Let them see this as a two-fold message. In their favour that she might be more inclined to listen and agree, and in her favour in that she considered Isley for the purposes of this meeting to be hers. His strength was her strength, not theirs.

"And here I thought you would like seeing one of your projects again Sihse."

She teased him before seating herself beside Starchaser. Really she ought to be across from him, but Chiasa did not like playing by established rules. Better to play an entirely different game.

"It would be rude to refuse a drink."

[member="Marek Starchaser"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Dagora-Kel"] [member="Kezeroth the Malevolent"] [member="Asher Valentine"]

 

[Darth Metus]

It seemed as though the gesture had been met with success, for both parties agreed to send their respective muscle packing. The Obsidian Knights gladly vacated the premises and the Star Destroyer overhead was moved to the other side of the planet. From within, the Dar'manda breathed a sigh of relief; yet physically maintained his professional posture. Of course, said professionalism was hurled out the window when the Twi'lek surprised him with a peck on the cheek.

That...irked him on a fundamental level. Sure, she was his apprentice. Sure, she was all woman. However, this wasn't a party nor a basic social event. This was a meeting that could essentially decide the fates of millions of lives and billions of credits. Tossing tact out the window for a random display of affection wasn't exactly conducive to that goal in Dagora's mind.

And more importantly, he was trying rather hard to shake the skirt-chasing reputation these days. That right there set him back a few months.

Despite his internal...seething...Dagora kept his game face on. A polite chuckle escaped his lips before he spoke.

"I always enjoy witnessing past successes...from outide of gun range. In any case, I could certainly use a drink myself."

[member="Asher Valentine"], [member="Marek Starchaser"], [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]

 

[Corey's OOC]

At least things were calming down. And this was why Marek brought VerdDag with him. The man rolled had a natural twenty in charisma. Really, Tefka should work on bringing a dice style into this RP, because, well, dice were fun. Watching the group and nodding to himself as his vicious but lovable pitbulls of the Obsidian Order stepped outside, he watched Asher, making sure he wasn’t up to anything. He didn’t sense it, so should all be good. And when the order to clear the sky happened? A bit better.

Watching the group, he slid the bottle of Whyren’s over to Chiasa. See? He could easily work with her. It’d be too much fun. “Besides, why not enjoy a little vice when talking about galactic politics?” It’d all change in a few weeks anyway when the Celestials threw something at them. As for the physical bit between the Twi’lek and Dag? That was… interesting.

“So, we’ve established that profit is much more exciting than war. Now, how do we want to ensure that it continues?” He wanted to see what they would offer before he spoke.

@Dagora-Kel @Chiasa Kritivaas [member="Asher Valentine"]

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Point made the Twi'lek largely went back to ignoring Isley in the same way that she ignored Khaleel and Kezeroth when they weren't immediately needed. If they wanted something they would speak, if not she was doing business, content that they were there if she needed them. Wasn't as if she were actually romantically interested in him anyway. Hence the not particularly exciting location of the kiss. Peoples grandmothers kissed their cheeks, anyone who got too worked up over that needed to go take a cold shower or sit in their corner for awhile. Who slept with their Master anyway? Tacky. Though that designation was likely due to be reconsidered. He'd not really taught her very much of anything. Ever. Still, it was useful in this meeting and that was all the Twi'lek cared about, social maneuvering.

"Vice is what I do after all. Politics only when required."

She commented, pouring herself a measure. Granted they were often required, but she was still a criminal first and foremost, even if at one point she'd been saddled with the title of Minister of Diplomacy. Of the Space Mafia. As y'do.

"Respect established boundaries for one. My territory is mine, yours is yours. If you want to operate on my territory or vice versa it gets cleared first and an agreement is reached. Tithe, favours owed, whatever. Sneaking in and setting up a venture without saying hello is hardly polite."

Particularly when it is near a resource I do not necessarily want you and yours to have until we know each other a little better..

[member="Marek Starchaser"] [member="Asher Valentine"] [member="Kezeroth the Malevolent"]

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

" Kark profit. Profit is Volatile..." he said voicing his thought aloud as soon as he heard [member="Marek Starchaser"] say the word. Gotta love Kezeroths random comments, normally he was the quiet type but today could of been just one of those days. Following [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] the Gen'dai stood by the table they were seated at. His eyes glaring down at them both in squint he thought it rude he was offered nothing to drink for himself.

Grabbing the bottle the Gen'dai examined it or what was left. Whyren's eh?. Opening it up Kezeroth quickly drank it...all of it and roughly placed the bottle on the table.

Now, how do we want to ensure that it continues?”

" Well for starters you can get something better for us to drink..." He stated.


[member="Dagora-Kel"]
[member="Asher Valentine"]

 

[Lok Jorunn]

Oh man, his head was literally throbbing. It was like he'd just headbutted a Tauntaun and won, but that splitting, dull pain residing within his cranium didn't subside at all. The pirate groaned and dropped the nearly empty bottle of liquor onto the bulkhead, spilling the bronze remains across the grey durasteel. "Motherkriffer," the man moaned once again before staggering to the side. Sweaty palms came to rest upon a control panel as he plopped down in the crewer's seat.

If he had been that unlucky, the pirate probably just rubbed his arm against the buttons of a weapons console. Luckily, it wasn't anything important this time. Lok slumped forward with another bemoaned curse and peered sideways at [member="Keira Ticon"] who still remained near the holographic projector. Everything was hazy and it was as if he were watching the world through a kaleidoscope - and that was probably the glitterstim working its way through his veins.

"Hey, kid." He finally managed to rally his voice up to a raspy summoning. "I didn't mean any o' that, except that last part - it's good advice." Lok sighed and rubbed his eyes, blinking hard and sucking in more air to clear his head. That trip had hit him a lot harder than he'd expected and that booze hadn't really done anything to effect him rather than the motor control. For now, he was at an unlucky semi-sober state and a headache, blurriness, and nausea were the only things holding him back.

 

[Keira Priest]

It was difficult not to crack a smile at that, and Keira merely laughed quietly, shaking her head. "We'll be there in a few. I think somebody's finally sobered up." The hologram winked out, and after flicking a few switches she turned to [member="Lok Jorunn"]. "Well, it's nice that you've seen the light of day. Bit of a headache?" Taking in his semi-hungover state she stepped over to the chair he'd planted himself in, offering a hand to help him manage his unsteady way to his feet. "We're heading planetside. I've been told they have drinks there, so you don't have to worry about that side of things." How the meeting would continue with both she and Lok physically present was something that served as some form of amusement, though she wasn't sure if it was the good or bad sort just yet.

Activating the comms of the ship once again, she spoke to those navigators. "They don't need us here, so we'll be taking the Red Dress to the other side of the planet. Lok and I'll take a shuttle to the surface first." Given his less than sober state and her relative inability to fly a ship, they would have to arrange something for that aspect. The rest of it was a matter of not having the discussions themselves collapse into some state of disarray. With drinks having been called she was led to assume that things had been going quite nicely for both parties, but from the sounds of things the negotiations themselves still had some time to go before any true arrangement was drawn up. It didn't drastically effect her in any manner. Either way, life would continue as usual, and she and the other Ravens would fight who they were told. That was the order of things.

Her attention turned to Lok once more. "Don't worry about what you said. I've heard worse before, and you were a bit drunk, so you have something of an excuse. It's when it happens sober that you'll need to be concerned." Hopefully neither of them would have to deal with that anytime soon. "Now c'mon, we've got a shuttle to catch. Wouldn't want anybody to wait up, would we?" There were no hurt feelings between the pair, and she didn't see a need to keep bringing things up. As long as he wasn't making comments of the same nature during the more important aspects of these talks, all was well and good.

[member="Kezeroth the Malevolent"], [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"], [member="Marek Starchaser"], [member="Dagora-Kel"], [member="Asher Valentine"]

 

[Lok Jorunn]

She appeared out of nowhere like one of those angels of Iego every spacer was talking about. A curt, sweet smile was set upon her lips as she sauntered on over to him and offered to help him up. Lok nearly doubled over with sheer joy. She was such a nice little lady, or those drugs were still in his system and everything seemed so... extreme. Probably a combination of both - but Lok couldn't tell the difference. That hand was still in his face and it took the hallucinating man a moment to process everything.

"Thanks, lass." He mumbled before gripping it tightly and hauling himself upwards with a grunt. "W-where're we headin'?" The pirate's voice was still a little shaky. [member="Keira Ticon"] answered him with golden words of a land down below full of booze and babes, that's what Lok heard, and that the sassy Twi'lek and her friends were waiting for them.

Lok smiled at her and wrapped an arm 'round her shoulders. "That sounds like some fun, let's head right on over there." Another cheeky, half-drunken grin made its appearance.

 

[Corey's OOC]

Marek was definitely an odd choice for the Foreman of the Techno Union. Isley probably didn’t suspect that the Union would do so well that it would overtake the government as the driving force of the nation when he was appointed the position back in the days of the Confederacy. He dealt in vice and was now also the one to make sure the continued safety of the Techno Union… continued. Yeah that was a bad sentence. He was establishing himself more as the warden of the Union, as opposed to the leader. Delegation was important.

And as the Twi’lek started speaking, Marek relaxed a bit, watching her speak and pour the drink. Twi’leks were one of those fun species, after all. Like Zeltrons. Listening to the proposition on the borders, Marek nodded. “The company you speak of is not in direct relation to the Techno Union, but I can promise there is an official request for a meeting on that side of things heading to your office.” Bright Star, yeah, that was the planets of Makeb changing hands recently. Simple.

The whole reason on that world, was it was… unique, and at one time he had a friend who had a situation going on there. “We’d also not mind extending the use of manufacturing facilities and staff, on certain products, with the addendum that you leave any of the Tech Union companies handle themselves in our space without any interference.” Just a CYA, really. He had SpyNet at his disposal, plus some Sith, and the Obsidians, and a war fleet.

Of course, none of this was so much as thought out, didn’t need to make her more nervous. Besides, there was just something else itching in his brain that moment.

[member="Lok Jorunn"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Kezeroth the Malevolent"] [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Oh the Unkindness, life was very rarely boring with any of them, let alone when more than two were in the same place at the same time. Whyrens was hardly what one could call a bad spirit, and had been tricky enough to keep a steady supply of even before Corellia had been broken nigh in half, but then who knew what Gen'Dai favoured? From Kezeroths behaviour one of, but not the only answer was most likely a lot.

"Here I thought you liked volatile.."


She commented teasingly. Kezeroth was an interesting beast. Quite frankly she found his motivations hard to fathom. He really did not like the Sith, and was generally game for mayhem. Beyond that, who knew? Still, so long as he could be counted upon to keep those like Kaine and Reverance away from her.. He could glower and drink all the whiskey he wanted.

When Keira responded she noted the use of the word 'we'. Lok was likely coming along then. Well, depending on the state he was in she could always summon one of the FAU-V1's off of her own shuttle and have it inject him with something. There were so many options too! Of course that could be dangerous since Gods only knew what he'd been into most recently and how things would react, but the FAU-V1 could probably handle it either way. On the off chance only the one bottle was present, and now empty, the Twi'lek held off on her drink. She'd told Keira there were drinks. There was damned well going to be at least one drink.

She raised one brow slightly as Starchaser spoke again. Not in direct relation to the Techno Union. Those were lawyers words. It was in direct relation to him, therefor it was in direct relation to the Techno Union. Even if it had been used as nothing except a way to get Techno Union personnel onto her planet in the form of employees, that would have been enough. It would be like if she set up a SEDC building in the middle of TU space. Oh technically it wasn't the Ravens. It was a legitimate Corporation. But any idiot knew it was still the Ravens and Raven business. Same deal here. Still, at least he was addressing it, and this would do for now.

"Good."

She listened to the rest of what he had to say, before shrugging once.

"Leaving your companies to get on with it in your space seems rather synonymous with respecting current boundaries to me. As for your offer, it is appreciated, but we largely have the capability and facilities to produce anything we need. Though we find ourselves rebuilding our manifest.. If anything our capability currently outweighs our need."

This was something of a sore point. Chiasa had much respect and a measure of affection for Isley, but when he'd allowed Patricia in her menopausal fit or whatever the hell that had been to take off with their product line and deny them service through SDE or Arkayd.. She'd taken the shipyards back. She'd be damned if anyone was building ships she couldn't use that might be used against her on her own planets. She had left him his facilities however. Thus far in any case. As long as there were absolutely no repeats or similar behaviour.

[member="Marek Starchaser"] [member="Lok Jorunn"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Kezeroth the Malevolent"] [member="Asher Valentine"]

 

[Keira Priest]

This time Keira didn't bother to shake his arm off her shoulders, letting it remain where it lay. It was apparent there was no dissuading him, and given his current state she supposed he could be forgiven. Sure, he was about half-sober at this point, but there wasn't any telling what else was buzzing through his system, other than the alcohol. Various drugs were the likely option, but there wasn't anything to be done about it now. She had already affirmed that he would be accompanying her, and it wouldn't do good to not hold to her word. They had to have some sort of standard to abide by, after all, no matter how lenient it really was. Flashing a grin in return she shook her head and walked with him to the shuttle, allowing him to lean on her as much as was necessary so he remained standing.

A few minutes passed, and the two made their way out of the shuttle and into the meeting room more or less gracefully. Perhaps less, depending on how Lok himself was faring. At the moment she was more or less supervising him, so it could be considered partially her responsibility that he not do anything exponentially reckless or otherwise stupid. But he seemed to have more sense than that, even given how he had been acting previously. Casting a cursory glance about the room and all of its occupants, she offered a small smile and a nod in greeting. "Well, it's nice to finally see you lot in person. I've brought a guest along for the ride." Assuming he cooperated she helped Lok to sit in order to prevent him otherwise stumbling about aimlessly. All the better to keep up appearances.

With a look to Chiasa she shrugged with a half-smile. "He's not too badly behaved, I wouldn't say. Given who my brothers are, I'm not sure if that says much." Colap had been much of the same, seemingly always in a state of semi-drunkenness no matter the occasion that he chose to grace. It was something she had become accustomed to dealing with, after time had passed. "The Red Dress is on the other side of the planet, well out of blast range. Did I miss anything too important?" It didn't seem to be that way, thus far. Then again, she was never the expert at gauging how these sorts of situations were intended to transpire. There was a reason she had a reputation for taking on those combat-oriented tasks, rather than attending what could be considered political meetings.

Her amber gaze found Kezeroth, though it was difficult to miss his hulking form. "Long time no see." The two least diplomatic members of the Ravens had somehow managed to find their way to these discussions. Hopefully someone had something in mind.

[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"], [member="Marek Starchaser"], [member="Lok Jorunn"], [member="Kezeroth the Malevolent"], [member="Dagora-Kel"], [member="Asher Valentine"]

 

[Corey's OOC]

Lots to do. Lots was going on, but it seemed that they came to an agreement here. And with Asher and Dag calming down and calming everyone down, things were going well. Liquor was being served as Marek his a switch, summoning a bit more assistance. Not Bright Star, but just some locals. Not high class service, but there was booze and there were snacks. That was all he really needed. “Seems we’ve got a lot of it under wraps then? Keep out of one another’s space. Let each other do what they want without interfering, and should some one step out of line, we talk first, huh?” He grinned.

Looking at the orange twi’lek, his counterpart, he ran the Force over and around her. Not anything too pressing, but should it have gone correct, it’d be an almost tingle. One of those tingles. At least the Ravens weren’t bringing any former Ravens who were mynock chit crazy here. That was the least they could do, but still, it was getting a bit crowded for Marek. And what he wanted was to get Chiasa alone and y’know, work out some of the issues of a cease fire agreement. Get it down on paper, get it signed and make sure they were both happy with the result.

He leaned towards the table, a bit closer and grabbed one of the new bottles, a champagne, local and probably terrible but it was a placeholder. He could always have Bright Star send a crate over to Chiasa once the formalities were out of the way. Then everyone could get back to their lives and he could add her name to the list of people he visited every month to discuss the state of galactic politics.


[member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] [member="Lok Jorunn"] [member="Kezeroth the Malevolent"] [member="Dagora-Kel"]

 

[Lok Jorunn]

Lok had wanted to fly the shuttle down to the meeting area, but any attempts to dethrone the current pilot were either deterred by the co-pilot or a sharp word from [member="Keira Ticon"]. Grumbling to himself, Lok tried his hardest to make the best of the situation and fooled around with various oddities within the vessel while it descended. Stubbornness was something he'd inherited down to the first Valkyri and that was more than apparent in a case like this.

Other than the fiddling and semi-drunk tantrums given by the shaggy-maned pirate, the journey downwards was fairly uneventful. Before he knew it, Keira and himself were shambling into the conference area. Lok just gave a few glances towards the respective parties and allowed his companion to set him down into one of the seats dangerously close to a few bottles of the booze. Looked like Iridonian stuff, probably exotic.

"Oh boy," he chortled, summoning the Force to his aid to halfheartedly levitate one of the bottles into his hands. The man grinned and sunk into his chair, taking a whiff of the liquid's fragrance. Mmmmm! One sip, two sip, red sip, blue sip.

[member="Marek Starchaser"], [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"], [member="Kezeroth the Malevolent"]

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

"Give a gathering of Ticon's this, it certainly would not be boring. And not particularly. We have so far agreed not to go rampaging through each others territory and agreed that credits are lovely."

The Twi'lek responded to Keira with a quick grin. It had been a long time since most of the Ticons had been under one roof. Familial interactions always interested the Twi'lek, largely because she'd never really had one for all that her parents names had been thrown in her face in a fairly odd fashion recently, nor was she likely to ever have one.

Chiasa had been turning over in her head what the chances were that she was going to stop and call someone for a chat if a member of the Techno Union decided to break the agreement and go gallivanting about in her space in a particularly disrespectful fashion or messing with her operations. Relatively slim quite frankly. If they did it and were stupid enough to get caught she was going to smack them down. She supposed she could agree to probably not kill them, or at least to enter into some form of discourse before chasing beyond her borders but other than that..

This line of thought was largely interrupted by the use of the Force in a way she'd not experienced before. It took a moment to even identify it as the force. If she'd not already pulled power to herself, and wasn't still watching the goings on extremely closely with all her senses she might have missed it, and passed it off as once of those inexplicable shivers a person got now and again. Not the creepy ones, the other ones.

That was certainly one way to get the Twi'leks attention. This bore some follow up. Unfortunately her actions were limited by the venue and company. Her own people couldn't just be walked away from when in a room with those they were not friendly with yet. Scrapping was largely seen as something to do to pass the time and alleviate boredom, and when one of the scrappers might be a Gen'Dai.. Gods only knew the mischief Lok alone could get up to. Keira was sensible but just as likely to answer a slight with decisive action as she was to ignore it or be diplomatic.

The Techno Union may have had their troops stand down, but it would be unrealistic not to think if left alone with a full on Raven drinking binge going on that they'd not join in or comment or look at someone funny or not look at someone, and that would be that. Goodbye treaty, hello diplomatic incident.

Besides which, as long as there was more than one enemy or even uneasy ally present she could not afford to compromise her position of authority. Seeming and appearances were everything. Still, it ought to be acknowledged in some way, so acknowledge it she did. A quick, mental touch. Nothing particularly invasive. Still, the fact that she came out from behind her own walls at all when she had no way of telling how strong any of those present were when it came to mental games required a measure of trust all by itself. Desert winds, heat and sweat, interest. She purposely held back the more predatory part of herself that usually flavoured her mental touch with just a hint of blood, he didn't need to know her true nature yet thank you all the same.

Perhaps after the papers were signed and all was to her satisfaction. Until then she could be a pretty face, and if all overlooked the fangs, good.

"Sounds about right."

[member="Lok Jorunn"] [member="Marek Starchaser"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Asher Valentine"]

 

[Corey's OOC]

It seemed things were a bit decided here. Now it was just clearing the air, letting each side’s escorts speak to one another, and realize that they weren’t crazy and were probably very similar in the way they all viewed the world. Looking for profit and going about it at whatever means possible. And that meant he needed to play his part, however that would be. He was the Foreman, but as he’d been thinking, it was more a Warden spot, a position to make sure that the Techno Union was looked after properly.

For Marek to step away, that wasn’t a surprise, but still, he wanted to see what he reactions he could garner out of his Raven counterpart. One of these days he’d remove himself from the leadership and public role that way he didn’t need to keep himself representing the Union all the time. What he needed to worry about was whether his team would be able to handle the Ravens drinking.

Still, maybe it was best to dismiss the group? In order to keep them from growling at one another… Even if he was not feeling growled at from the Twi’lek. He grinned to himself and pushed back, an electric feel in the way he moved the Force about her. Not anything too pushy, merely a taste. “The question, do we have anyone transcribing this, or should we transmit documentation electronically?” It was just as good as flimsi; in Marek’s book. But still, he didn’t quite want to leave yet. Not if booze was on the table.

[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] [member="Lok Jorunn"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Dagora-Kel"] [member="Asher Valentine"] [member="Kezeroth the Malevolent"]

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

As a general rule when force users started doing anything, regardless of what it was that involved electricity in any way shape or form no matter how minor, Chiasa got a little nervous. This was the natural outcome of having been hit with force lightning so badly by a Sith she'd actually bitten off the tip of her tongue in the resulting muscle spasms. It was one of the few abilities she not only did not know, but had no interest in knowing.

All the same, she felt nothing particularly malicious from Starchaser and this was more akin to the feel in the air before a thunderstorm than the storm itself, so after an initial tense half second, she relaxed again, still curious as to what his version of the storm hitting would entail.

"Electronically seems most convenient."

And then it would be easier than getting a hard copy, converting it to electronic, sending it to the lawyers, getting it back, de-converting any changes into hardcopy and so on until a suitable document was agreed upon by both parties. Not that it ought to be overly difficult, neither had particularly unreasonable demands, but you never knew when people started introducing legalese. The placement of a comma could become a week long battle.

Since more alcohol had in fact eventuated, Chiasa finally took a sip of her own drink. She was not generally a big drink, the purple mark in the hollow of her throat gave away her vice of choice, though it was more necessity than pleasure. She still enjoyed a good drink occasionally however. Give Corellians this, they might be vexing now and again with their fixation on odds, or more particularly not being told them, but they had known how to make a good whiskey.

[member="Marek Starchaser"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Kezeroth the Malevolent"] [member="Asher Valentine"]

 

[Corey's OOC]

Oh the Force. How wonderful it could be. Sure, Marek was a self-declared Sith Lord, one weekend a month, two weeks a year, but still, he used the Force for a more… every day tool to enhance his life. Lightning could be very useful if used in the proper way and with the proper people. Not to kill, but to shock, all that mattered was how it was directed. His aura, as long as he kept it in check, would come across as a lot of lust, a bit of desire and that electric feeling that you got when your pulse was pounding.

“Well, I can transmit everything we discussed to our law team, they’ll write something up, send it to your office, once its… approved? We can meet up, have a signing, hand shake and go about our business. Techno Union will ask permission before entering Raven space, Ravens will keep other criminals from rising up and lay off Tech Union assets and we won’t be shooting at one another.” Simple, clean cut. See if he could squeeze in that aspect of Ravens keeping other mafias from entering the TU space. The enemy you knew.

“Anything else for the evening?”

Aside from finishing the bottle. He knew where there were more.

[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Oh that was interesting. If the Twi'lek had been paying attention before now she was utterly focused. Now the scent of blood would sneak back into her aura, he was touching on things that interested her predatory side very much. Quite frankly this warranted more exploration than even possible future liaisons.

"Just to be exceptionally clear, it is not only allowable, it is preferable if we keep other criminal organizations from setting up within your space and elsewhere."

Obviously she'd do so within her own territory, but to be given not only permission, but to be asked to go hunting? It was well known criminal organizations liked to put on respectable fronts. She certainly had, and it was extremely lucrative. It made sense that others going to do the same might look into investing in Techno Union lands and planets. Partially because they were known for business and partially because they were by and large protected within the others space. This would change that entirely.

Of course it had not been touched on before, so perhaps he'd misspoken. Likely it would be laid out more clearly in the document, but the lawyers might leave it out altogether, versus if he agreed to it more explicitly now..

[member="Marek Starchaser"] [member="Asher Valentine"]

 

[Corey's OOC]

Now this was something he wanted to discuss. If he could use the Ravens to keep criminals away from the Techno Union space? Why not? He could feel the blood in her aura, smell it… taste it. That sweet coppery taste. At least that was how it showed up to him. This was hitting something that was primal for the Twi’lek.

“You’re probably more set up to affect chase on criminals than we are. The Department of Law will be able to provide you with information, but the rules to be enforced would be that the Ravens keep their own illicit operations from our worlds, no setting up permanent shop. It will just lead to a war we’re both wishing to avoid. Alternatively, when you are looking for production, you come to us. You keep criminals from setting up in our space, if we miss them, and leave our worlds alone while you do such, if a takeover is suspected we will retaliate. And we’ll keep your space from getting over run with unfair companies.”

That should work out for the both of them, right? Mutually beneficial. A shark and a remora. Though there really wasn’t any saying who was going to be which. But the threat of the military might of the Union should keep most at bay, and giving them the chance to attack other criminals? That’d make them happy. “Let’s just say we’ll make official requests should we need your expertise, that fair?” And he knew that was how it would show up in any documents. Should the Techno Union need wolves to hunt other wolves, they’d call in Raven support.

Simple. And it didn’t risk him losing his foothold.

Symbiotic.

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