Faction Dance on De-Purteen [CIG]

[Voice of the Captalist]

Ord Cantell, De-Puteen, Former Dark Empire Territory | Theme - She's Gone, Dance On

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The Dark Empire had fallen.

A former government hellbent on creating pain for corporate entities, word of their collapse had spread throughout the galaxy. Created out of protest and response to the Dark Empire, the Corporate Interests Guild now meets to share the next steps forward. Ideas would be exchanged but also a celebration. Trade was back open. A once off limits sector of the universe was suddenly ripe for corporate investment. For profits. For expansion.

As such, the meeting today held a jovial tone. Daruvvian champagne, fine wines from Alderaan, and Whyren's Reserve were flowing non-stop as assistants drifted in to refill wine glasses and highballs.

Yet it wasn't all fun and games. Business still needed to be conducted. Next steps plotted.

Meeting Agenda

Contracts Available
Core World Refugee Crisis
Makai Dashiell's revival of the Mining Guild
Miscellaneous Housekeeping

OPEN TO ALL CORPORATE ENTITIES AND GOVERNMENTAL OFFICIALS

JOIN OUR DISCORD​

 

[Matsu Ike]

The news had come while she was in the research facility, their ba'lands were giving large returns and authorizing the VaultTec Security clones that would be used to protect the Jewel's of the Old Republic mints that herself, Danger Arceneau and Judah Dashiell had reopened was a priority. Adjusting the banking interests for them as the economic watch circle received an influx of credits to invest and use to fund temples, relief and other endeavors among the jedi orders who requested the funding. Under their new Jewels of the Ba'lands worlds she had been able to get a lot more while expanding and using the megastructure didn't even qualify... it was much much larger.

"Interersting." The information that came through was interesting a sshe had signed on with the Corporate Interest Guilds majority to not sell but they wouldn't have likely gotten sales originally anyway. After Cantoi returned little information as they offered much of their relief and terraforming technologies.... and her cousin was reporting something involving the latest model of choushin they grew. It had been interesting enough to send a report about the performance of the vessel but the ones involved were deemed low threat in terms of technological levels. "These look good." SHe said it while looking at the clones they had developed and their equipment was at the ready.

"I'll show them off at this meeting." It was a small thing and she slipped from her desk one of the iriyas devices as it opened a hyperspace warpiong gate to take herself and the clone as well as her assistance to the designated location. She arrived and was looking at it... a wonderful place as drinks were being offered and sahe got something simple. Just water with flavoring added and found a place to sit as the clone soldier and her assistance biot were behind her. The agenda was there and they would have a great deal to discuss as it was rare many of them were gathered like this. "I hope the celebrations are going well?"

 

[Ukvax the Gilded]

Ukvax the Gilded , John Locke , others here

Ord Cantrell and De-Puteen.​

The capital city's own lavish party didn't interest the Geonosian much; he was no ascetic, but the grainy and fruity alcohols he despised were on display fully. His Geonosian features thankfully masked his annoyance as well as veiling his intentions, for the clack of the cane followed. Thick-lidded, xenoform orbs peered upon the mingled crowds of socialites, business-creatures, and other denizens of the galactic economic community. The Geonoisian pledged his support publicly to the Sith Order, and it was time to leverage that connection in an... amicable, amiable way, as to gain a corner-share on the market. Enough to propel Geonosian Industries, and by greater emphasis, Stalgasin Hive, to a influential rise to power.

Not enough to draw notice, or even enough to force the Sith Order to rely on him... But enough to make him a reliable partner and autonomous subject of it. Needless to say though, his thoughts went elsewhere, as the B1-series inspired Protocol Droid waddled alongside him. The Geonosian Archduke, only five foot two inches in height, peered at the figure of John Locke with intrigue. The thwap-tap-tick of his cane evident surely to any who were near him, Archduke Ukvax the Gilded of the Stalgasin Hive made his way over to the human with a careful, measured pace.

Then came his words, uttered just high enough to avoid notice from the majority of goers.

[GEONOSIAN]: "Huyeuk-soooooooyek, keuyaek'mrrrrrwit m'wey. Gaeh-hey-haaaaaaeh, ka-cliaek he-yeh-eyh."

The translator droid nodded, and then spoke in just as quiet a tone.

[BASIC]: "His Eminence, Archduke Ukvax of the Stalgasin Hive, wishes you a most prosperous day for your efforts; a polite measure of the respect you have garnered and gained. Yet His Eminence, does not wish to offend with gaudy pleasantites - he believes there is value in discussion of commercial enterprises in a more private alcove of the room. He understands there is... critical, business, with the Sith Order that may provide intriguing opportunities for the bold."

The Geonosian awaited him patiently with that of a Jedi's discipline; an insectoid hand reached up to stroke at his own fleshy "beard", which had really grown in. For now, the Geonosian examined his hopeful commercial ally. After all, they both had needs that each other could meet in the world of economic advantages for them both...

 

[Makai Dashiell]

ORD CANTELL

Wearing | Gear : X | X | X | X | X | L3-37 | Interacting With : OPEN

Sipping on his whisky, Makai was waiting for everyone to arrive at meeting. He had two things to speak to today ; the refugee crisis in the Core and the reformation of the Mining Guild. The Mining Guild was in its infancy, the headquarters on Empress Teta just coming back online. He wasn't sure who in attendance held any mining interests but it was still worth putting the word out. Networking was still valuable and one never knew who would mention the Guild elsewhere in business.

The refugee crisis he has been working on with his non-profit. Even his father and brother had gotten in to assist, starting the Dashiell Relief Fund, a much broader organization than his that focused on pediatric medicine. Beyond Matsu Ike , he didn't think anyone beyond his own mother-in-law was concerned about the crisis on a business level. Perhaps his speech would change the mind of a few people. Perhaps even secure a few credits to help assist.

Or those in attendance could merely see it as a local government problem. Time would tell.

 

[Liin Terallo]

I have never been in Dark Empire space before. Or rather the former Dark Empire space. It was always considered too dangerous. And although New Cov did not have any enemies that could be accounted for; the fact that I was a signatoree of the embargo against the Dark Empire would have given them ample opportunity to arrest me if I had trespassed within their borders.

But now those borders have been erased instead of expanding. And that brought with it some opportunities for business.

I am well aware that Marquis Nargath might be attending and so I choose to do so also. Not only to help bolster N&Z's chances at some profitable contracts; but for NCBC as well.

I reach the table and take a seat, being sure not to sit too closely to Mister Dashiel. I do not need anymore rumors going around to add to those that already have made their rounds. That and I am hoping to avoid being approached on the subject as well.

Looking over the refreshments, I pick out for myself a tall glass of wine. After bowing my head to the others at the table, I take a slow sip of the wine to savor it's flavor.

Tags: Makai Dashiell Matsu Ike Ukvax the Gilded