Private Embrace The Machine

[Ivory Stroud]

The Machine God - Deus Ex Soundtrack

Time.

Time was the greatest enemy.

Time robbed the mind of its clarity, sapped the body of its strength, stole the breath, and aged the flesh. Time was the greatest criminal of all, because it accomplished all of these feats while remaining entirely undetectable as it passed.

And so, she had endeavored to strengthen her defenses; to gain an edge on Time.

Her daily habits had never been the greatest. She’d smoked most of her life, suffered injuries, and engaged in countless battles for survival. It had all begun to take its toll… and with the amount of effort she’d invested not only in her own future, but the future of her Family, she reasoned she owed it not only to herself but to those that relied upon her to ensure she’d live long enough to see the years pass her by.

So, she’d made a call.

Representatives with Moonveil, Incorporated had reached out to one of the largest Corporations on Coruscant, and expressed discreet interest in arranging yet another procedure for one of their executives. Representatives with Fukashi Electric had been all-too-willing to oblige, and so the meeting had been set.

A few weeks later, and a small group of well-dressed, quiet, and professional-looking individuals arrived at one of Denon’s most illustrious Corporate-owned Medical Clinics - a location staffed by some of the brightest minds & the best doctors the Galaxy had to offer. The woman who appeared to be in-charge was dressed simply; introducing herself as a Miss Gwendolyn Allos, Assistant Director to Moonveil’s Security & Operations Division. Those accompanying her seemed to communicate amongst themselves effortlessly & without words - conducting themselves with the utmost professionalism.

A short time after their arrival, Miss Allos & her team were led into the highly-secure depths of the Facility…

NAKAIOMA Marcella Fiora Dominik Borra Mairéad Solus Xiann Sivron​

 

[NAKAIOMA]

"..Welcome to Fukashi Electric, a proud member of the NAKAIOMA family.."

"..A better existence is only steps away.."

"..For the safety of our staff, please adhere to NK Security officers at all times.."

Pre-recorded guidelines and welcoming slogans echoed throughout the lobby of the clinic ad nauseum, carried by a soft feminine voice that served to make their persistency only slightly more bearable.

The clinic was a vast facility, though it would feel anything but as two staff members, both Humans escorted the Moonveil representatives into its depths (the group had been brought into the building through a side entrance specifically intended for the company's more discreet clients).

Engaged in polite small-talk by two formally dressed individuals whom had introduced themselves to the group as some of Fukashi's "Client Affairs" personnel not long after their arrival, it would be clear from even a momentary glance as they were guided deeper into the clinic that its interior stood in harsh contrast to its urban Denon surroundings. Providing an almost homely environment, with wooden floors, fine carpets, shoji dividers, traditional Atrisian artwork adorning every other wall and warm, yellow lighting emanating from thin strips in the ceiling, one could somewhat easily deduce that these hallways and rooms had been designed for aesthetics as much as purpose.

It looked in some places more like a hotel than a medical facility, a myriad of luxury suites and entertainment lounges as opposed to operating rooms and doctor's offices. The appearance and demeanor of the two representatives meanwhile didn't help prevent that comparison.

But, of course, this expensive visual taste was limited to only one section of the clinic, as it was the area reserved for clients who's bank accounts suggested they would anticipate a certain level of eye candy whenever they were conducting any form of business, and would be otherwise disappointed. As a clinic that was open to the public, the sterile white hospital rooms and corridors were still very much present, simply located elsewhere..

"Doctor Morikawa will be responsible of your procedure today, Ms. Allos." One of the guides spoke, the woman of the pair. While the group's attention was frequently taken by the guides, the curious would notice the odd security officer or concealed automated turret breaking the clinic's finely crafted illusion of decadence, providing an interesting glimpse into what two very different worlds coming together looked like. "Though, I'm sure you've read his file, by now. He's usually particularly excited to work on the enhancements you've selected."

Approaching a set of closed doors, the man of the pair stepped forward to a blue bulb in the wall to receive a facial scan, stepping away as the doors slid open to reveal the luxurious waiting room that connected to the more practical but still impressively guised operating room..

Saske Morikawa, an accomplished alumni from the University of Chandrila, former Director of Humanoid Surgery at Galactic City Medcenter and now the Chief Surgeon of Fukashi Electric's most premium clinic on Denon. It wouldn't have been a stretch for one to (correctly) assume that his unparalleled talents were often restricted to only the most high-profile clients.

Yet ultimately to the casual observer he was plainly a mild-mannered looking middle aged man who had helped enough people and achieved enough in life as to now be content to sit back and collect a pay check that he finally felt was worthy for the quality of his work. He stood in the operating room, preparing some of the equipment that was placed meticulously throughout the space, shiny, cutting edge and just begging to be used.

Dressed in his slick, elastic-looking white and purple medical garb, fully concealed up to the neck, with a mask that could be made airtight at will and a pair of cybernetically enhanced eyes above it, he was ready to work, looking over his shoulder to his team of three other professionals who were similarly carrying out their final preparations and quadruple-checks of the equipment.

"Doctor Morikawa. The patient is here." A voice from the newly opened door that separated the waiting room and operating room spoke. It was one of Fukashi's CA personnel, the woman.

"Ah, good. Tell her I'll be present momentarily." He returned with a firm nod.

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Tagged:

Ivory Stroud Marcella Fiora Dominik Borra Mairéad Solus Xiann Sivron

 

[Dominik Borra]

Dominik wore his Armored Business wear, like he usually did. It was his standard clothes now when working with The Family when he wasn't geared up for war. Which might have been good for the bodyguard position, but part of being a bodyguard was not standing out too much. So business wear it was, a nice suit underneath a long black coat. With both of them on the amount of weapons and ammunition on him were invisible, especially with Niki Priddy 's expertise in crafting the clothes for such a purpose.

He was there for The Donna's surgeries, alongside Marcella Fiora , Mairéad Solus , and the newcomer Xiann Sivron . Enhancements to help keep her alive in this chaotic galaxy for a very long time. It made him think of his own mortality, if he should also sign up for more enhancements than he already had, namely his arm and eye. But, with how many times he had barely escaped death, he felt he was on borrowed time anyhow. Someday someone would punch his ticket. And if he was lucky enough to reach old age, he'd probably be so battered and roughed up that he'd want to finally die. So in the end, no enhancements for him.

They were lead to an entrance on the side of the building, not letting such a discrete customer enter through the public main lobby. That was one point for them. The elegant furnishings were nice, but he mostly wondered how well they could be used as barricades and shields. When he noticed the security officers or hidden turrets, he figured that the furnishings probably would work well as cover. And as much as this company was trusted with The Family, Dominik, the Ex-Sith Agent, always considered that they could easily keep them in as well as keep others out.

"Doctor Morikawa will be responsible of your procedure today, Ms. Allos." One of the guides spoke, the woman of the pair. "Though, I'm sure you've read his file, by now. He's usually particularly excited to work on the enhancements you've selected."

The guide was speaking to Ivory Stroud under her alias for today, and he had read the file as well. A very accomplished doctor working for his paycheck. Money was his angle and while The Family was paying a lot of money for this operation, a doctor who wants money can always be bought with more. He'd keep an eye on the man. While not being a medical professional himself, he knew first aid and how to perform medical treatment for combat wounds. That groundwork along with the knowledge of poisons and chemicals that comes along with being an assassin made the details of the surgery make more sense. He read up on it and knew how the steps should proceed in case he noticed something go wrong, like a surgeon paid money to take incorrect steps or inject the wrong chemical, aimed at killing The Donna. He'd watch the procedure from inside the room, in scrubs if he had too.

Tags: NAKAIOMA | Ivory Stroud | Marcella Fiora | Xiann Sivron | Mairéad Solus |

 

[Mairéad Solus]

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Location: Fukashi Electric
Objective: Guard the Donna
Tags: Ivory Stroud Dominik Borra Marcella Fiora Xiann Sivron NAKAIOMA

Spoiler: Equipment:

Beskar'gamVelmorite bladed lightsaber
Knife on ankle
Ladies Watch
Serenity bracelet
FDS-4F blaster pistol in thigh holster
Empyrean Gland
The Family Finger
Marzanna
Datapad
Kaldrweave jacket and hat

@Ivory Stroud , or as she would like to be called today, Ms. Allos, led the group into the advanced medical facility. The public facade was nice but if anything it made Mairéad actually less comfortable. Maybe she was a traditionalist, but a hospital should feel like a hospital. The state of the art centres on Tanaab, the world of her sister clan the Tal had their pristine and sterile operating facilities front and centre. But style was style, and as long as Ivory was happy, did it matter?

Mairéad looked over at Dominik Borra who had had his head buried in datapads on the procedures during the journey in the hope that he could learn the intricacies of the hugely complicated surgery enough to keep tabs on the doctor. It was a good plan, although she had watched a minor cybernetic surgery herself and the surgeon whipped through the steps faster than she could count, she wondered how prepared you could be. She flexed her finger unconsciously, remembering the digit she had given up to become made.

With them was also Marcella Fiora , her caporegime and Ivory's right hand, and a newer member Xiann Sivron that Mairéad had worked with before but hadnt really had chance to get to know her properly yet. Mairéad was lightly armed, as a bodyguard would be expected to be, and would politely surrender her weapons if required, it wasn't like she needed them in order to do her job. She glanced at a mirrored wall and looked at the others with her. "Think we could squeeze in half an hour for a little nip and tuck?" she laughed, she was beautiful and had no qualms about her appearance, but had filled out a little from the days when she was recently a slave and scrounging for scraps. She hadnt even seen a grey hair yet, and her own doctor had told her she was now physically ageing at only a third of her natural rate due to her cryogenic abilities. That would be a blessing when she was sixty years old and still looked in her thirties, but it also slowed down a few of her other biological processes, and during her last appointment, for the first time her doctor mentioned her future fertility. There was plenty of time for all that though. And she continued with the group, admiring the fine attire of the very expensive surgeon.

 

[Xiann Sivron]

TAG: Ivory Stroud Mairéad Solus Dominik Borra NAKAIOMA Marcella Fiora

Xiann’s head was on a swivel the entire time the group was walking, amazed by how posh this place looked. Especially for a hospital. The only medical facilities she’d ever been to were the crappy clinics from home who were just as likely to prescribe strong alcohol for pain relief or sterilising wounds. Luckily she’d never needed any surgery, at least none she needed those places for. The patients often came out worse than when they went in. The security officers here seemed to be of higher calibre at least.The turrets though, they were entirely a posh hospital thing. The enigineer squinted slightly for and hints as to the model but could only gleam the very basics. She had come across retractable turrets before but suspected that while the mechanical parts, and results, of this particular model were similar, they were probably far more efficient at their job.

The Twi’lek lowered her gaze to her datapad on her wrist and started tapping away, going over the schematics for the cybernetics the Donna was getting. All seemed rather longevity based. She glanced up from the pad every so often to scan the area for anything suspicious, though thanks to the size of their entourage she had at least some freedom to bury herself in the technicalities of the situation. So buried in fact, that only a small portion of her brain engaged when Mairéad Solus spoke up, “That would take more than half an hour. Perhaps engaging in regular physical exertion is more up your alley?”

The group came to a halt as they approached the would-be surgeon. A few taps on her pad opened her mans file, she expanded his picture to the full size of the screen and then held her arm up so the picture and the man’s face aligned in her vision. They looked the same at least. Even down to the cybernetic eyes. Though it wasn’t beyond reason someone could have their eyes done for a job, it wasn’t likely.

 

[Marcella Fiora]

M A R C E L L A⠀ F I O R A

'Schumann: Kinderszenen, Op. 15 - Träumerei'​

Nakaioma~ a trusted trader of which Marcy' herself has had many dealings with during her time as the Director of Acquisitions; one of the few companies she'd, at least, begin to trust with a contract as huge as this. Perhaps for Nakaioma, it would be just another high-end client, but for the mobsters this was a huge moment- for the wall of safety of The Donna would be broken, at least for a while.

As the collective of mobsters followed behind their revered figurehead, they were lead through fancy hallways down into the depths of the Denon hospital, passing by a number of security contingencies which she had a feeling would set a few of their entourage on edge.

Eventually, the group reached their final destination~ the surgery suite, though they were deigned to standby in the waiting room much like the worrisome members of family they were. She'd remain quiet is "Miss Allos" made her introductions with the doctor, standing off to the side as she'd eye the members of Nakaioma staff up and down- feeling unthreatened about Ivory's wellbeing.

“That would take more than half an hour. Perhaps engaging in regular physical exertion is more up your alley?”

Marcy' snickered at Xiann's retort to Mai', turning around in the process to mask her laugh, taking a moment to collect herself before facing the group once more. "You don't need it," she coyly smirked at Mai' as the other two buried their heads in datapads- and in Marcy's opinion, overthinking the situation.

It'd be bad for business for everyone, should anything occur, after all.

She'd chime in if needed.

 

[Ivory Stroud]

Versalife - Deus Ex Soundtrack​

Ivory Stroud, under one of her more commonly-assumed aliases, found the entire experience immensely relaxing. Under the watchful direction of their guides, she allowed her violet eyes to wander; taking in the natural wood & stylish decor, drinking in the unique curves & exotic art of the Atrisian Culture, and allowing the gravity of the events before her to not weigh too heavily on her mind. The professionalism & demeanor of their two escorts, along with the atmosphere, cast a brilliant illusion that instead of a medical clinic, she was walking the halls of a 5-star resort; replete with all the amenities one might expect.

The Career Criminal in her was already formulating a mental image of the path the group had tread - marking every innocuous Security Station, every marked stairwell & restroom, and the numerous passageways they passed; formulating, almost subconsciously, predictable methods of ingress or egress. It was a mental game she'd learned to play upon entering anywhere unknown or new to her - a game she expected those accompanying her were also playing, themselves. Undoubtedly, Dominik - the one she'd charged directly with hers & Marcella's personal protection - would already have a plan if they were required to make a quick exit. He'd impressed upon her the dangers of making herself so vulnerable... and she, in-turn, had agreed.

"I am confident in your ability to keep us safe." She'd told him, and left it at that. It was, in fact, Marcella who'd been far more vocal about her reservations - approaching the Donna privately and asking (in a tone only she could have gotten away with) "what in her right mind made her think this was a good idea."

Ever the patient one, Ivory had simply patted her on the arm and told her to have faith. She assumed her defacto-Underboss had gotten the message, as it had allayed any further discussion on the matter.

Mairead, as always, had been excited for the opportunity to visit such a renowned Facility, and requested to be present. As Marcella's lieutenant & second-in-command, Ivory was glad she'd come along. Having a Force-user in the group, especially one as skilled as Mairead, was a comforting feeling in & of itself.

Xiann, on the other hand, Ivory had chosen directly... though her motivations for such a move were all-but entirely unknown. Perhaps it was that the Twi'lek woman was a skilled engineer & Slicer (a valuable role in & of itself on Denon). Perhaps it was simply that she found the young blue-skinned woman delightful to look at. Or perhaps it was Ivory's way of testing the young woman to see if she had what it took to hang with "the big dogs". Not even Ivory was sure, herself.

As the group journeyed through the halls into the depths of the Clinic, "Gwendolyn" made small-talk with the two members of "Client Affairs", commenting on the beauty of their surroundings and keeping her mind occupied. To those who knew her well enough, it was clear that she was nervous... though she'd never have admitted it to anyone. She'd chosen a simple black dress & shawl, putting her long black hair into a simple braid, and foregoing any jewelry save for the single silver ring ever-present on her left hand. Even the conspicuous glowing violet stone she commonly wore around her neck was absent, left in her private quarters on the ship.

Ignoring the banter that occured behind her between Mairead & Xiann, Ivory remained poised & in-control.

"Doctor Morikawa will be responsible of your procedure today, Ms. Allos. Though, I'm sure you've read his file, by now. He's usually particularly excited to work on the enhancements you've selected."

"That's welcome news." She replied, walking in lock-step just behind the two representatives. "Doctor Morikawa comes highly recommended. I trust I am in the most-capable of hands."

She had, indeed, read the Doctor's file... and much more besides. Upon learning the identity of her surgeon-to-be, Dedata | Celty Ree had done one of the most intensive background checks Ivory had ever seen. The Atrisian Doctor's life had been laid bare; from the moment of his birth, through-out his entire Medical Career up until present day. His finances had been scoured, his affiliations (both personal & professional) vetted, and his licenses & personal assets verified & checked for anything that didn't entirely add up. Ivory had given DeData carte-blanche for the green light... and if anything had come up that didn't look wholly legitimate, the entire operation would have been called off.

But nothing out-of-order had been found, and Dedata's curiousity had been satiated.

Even though Ivory, herself, hadn't approved anything of the sort, she secretly suspected the small group of Family-affiliated soldiers located on Denon had even run surveillance operations on Saske Morikawa personally. If anything went wrong, whether it was an accident or not, the Doctor's life would be forfeit.

As the small group approached the conspicuous set of double-doors, their male escort conducted a quick biometric scan which caused the doors to open, revealing the elegantly decorated interior of a waiting room replete with comfortable-looking cushy chairs, Atrisian artwork & dividers, and lit in a soft glow which was pleasing to the eyes. The small detail wouldn't go unnoticed, and while the two representatives were preoccupied for a moment, Ivory glanced toward Dominik - catching his eye & silently calling attention to the security measure. The two had worked long enough together that the message would undoubtedly be clear: "If we need to get out, we'll need help."

With a pleasant smile, "Gwendolyn" thanked the two representatives - bowing deeply & curiously showing a familiarity with Atrisian culture.

As the members of her Family took their choice of places to lounge, Ivory herself remained standing... smiling subtly in both Mairead's & Marcella's direction. When Doctor Morikawa finally arrived to make an introduction, she would greet him with the same respect: bowing deeply, and thanking him for his time. She'd listen to his instructions, and follow them to the letter.

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[NAKAIOMA]

"But, of course, Ms. Allos. For a client of your calibre only the best would suffice." Their female guide replied effortlessly to the group's leader, smiling politely as she spoke. Whether or not she or her male counterpart had been made aware of the woman's true identity by their superiors, it wouldn't have effected the way the pair went about their duties regardless. Fukashi Electric.. Nakaioma.. neither entity was a stranger to doing business with the galaxy's less openly accepted elements. If anything, improving the quality of life for a few members of organized crime would've been among the least of their concerns if their books were ever to be made public..

Though, it wasn't as if morality mattered in a credit-obsessed world.

"Ms. Allos." A new voice emerged from the automated door between the waiting and operating rooms, the guides and their group turning to look at Dr. Morikawa stood at the doorway now, returning the bow he had been given by his patient. "I am Doctor Saske Morikawa and I'll be responsible for your operation today." The man carried himself with a sort of relaxed professionalism indicative of someone with a decades long career in their specialized field, which of course he was. Even with a patient as important as this one (though her true identity had been hidden from him, his bosses had made it clear in other terms) he didn't appear to show any signs of anxiety or uncertainty.

Years of cutting people open had shown him that even the most powerful figures in the galaxy were still just people like anyone else.

The man and woman who had been responsible for their journey throughout the clinic stepped out of the way and gracefully manoeuvred towards the rear of the waiting room, hovering by the door for when they'd be needed by either the patient's associates or their own superiors elsewhere in the facility. Now, the finely dressed woman with the fake name and the middle-aged doctor had an uninterrupted line of sight with one another.

"I know our respective representatives have already gone over the necessary disclaimers and agreements by now, but I like to make it a point to double-check personally with each of my patients just to be sure." He continued after his introduction, his hands clasped together in-front of him and his eyes focused on little else but Ms. Allos, his years of experience teaching him not to lay the additional pressure of knowing who her associates were, be it friends, family or otherwise on himself for when the time came to operate on her.

Without a word more the man brought up the enhancements that the woman had ordered holographically via the pad on his wrist: a full replacement of her respiratory system with the Sanso Lungs as an additional part of the package, and a nanomachine treatment to provide armor to her natural skeletal structure via the Gaikotsu system. It was a hefty operation, and not one he was used to doing at the same time.. But it was one he was confident he could do regardless.

"So, these are the enhancements you'd like to receive? And you've read our disclaimers, terms and conditions?" He asked sincerely, surprisingly enough managing not to sound like a corporate drone despite the contents of the question, but rather as if he genuinely sought to ensure his patient consented and understood what they were going to be undertaking. He could have taken the time to attempt to sell her something else, a new enhancement or insurance for what she was already getting, but he wasn't a used-speeder salesman and this wasn't the type of place to indulge in that particular form of profiteering.

From their position at the rear of the room next to the entrance, the guides looked over Ms. Allos' accompanying associates. They were an odd bunch to bring for a surgery, both had noted, having been in their respective positions for a few years by this point and having gotten used to touring stuffier, lazier, less.. Intense figures than this. Esteemed business people with their trophy spouses and good-for-nothing bratty kids, or celebrities with their retinue of sycophants and managers, and though they weren't sure of the specifics, it didn't take a mind-reader for them to know that the two human women, the man and the twi'lek were all of a different breed entirely.

"Would any of you like anything for the wait?" The female guide questioned the rest of the group with a rehearsed, almost deceptive smile as their leader and the surgeon spoke. "Refreshments or entertainment?" Almost as if on cue, a section of the wall- on the opposite side of the room from where Ms. Allos and the doctor were conversing and to the rest of the group's right side- begun to move on its own, sliding out of sight to reveal a large, pristine screen. "We have a virtually unlimited selection of media for you to choose from, and if you would like anything to drink or eat, we have menus available on the touchpads just over there." She gestured to a small table beside the large, cushioned seats not far from the group.

"It helps to prevent any unnecessary worrying." Her male companion added with his own smile.

Needless to say that if this clinic was indicative of anything, it was that the rich lived a very different life to the rest of the galaxy..
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Tagged:

Ivory Stroud Marcella Fiora Dominik Borra Mairéad Solus Xiann Sivron

 

[Ivory Stroud]

"Gwendolyn" smiled at the young woman, then turned her head quickly at the sudden introduction; taking in the sight of what she immediately assumed was Dr. Morikawa himself. She studied him, immediately upraising the man who'd very shortly hold her very life in his hands... and, oddly enough, found herself at-ease. She bowed to the Doctor, and would only shake his hand if he hadn't donned a pair of surgical gloves.

"Doctor Morikawa. It's a pleasure to meet you."

She also followed the man's lead, deigning not to introduce her escorts; preferring instead to focus directly on the path laid before her. As he brought up the images of the enhancements she'd requested, she took a moment to study them... even though she'd done so, extensively, already.

"So, these are the enhancements you'd like to receive? And you've read our disclaimers, terms and conditions?"

"Yes, that's correct." She replied, folding her hands in-front of her in a similar state. "I'm afraid I've never undergone such a procedure before. As instructed, I've foregone any use of tabacc, and eaten healthily. The health supplements recommended to me by your staff have helped to take the edge off..." She smiled. "If, for any reason - however unlikely - something should go wrong, my assistant," She indicated Marcella Fiora , "has been granted medical power-of-attorney, and is to be consulted in the event of any emergencies."

She opened her arms, expressing openness & willingness to comply with his instructions.

"Your staff has been immensely helpful, and might I say, the atmosphere of the clinic is immensely relaxing. It was my understanding that a stay of at-least a few days is expected. I've packed a few things; my associates are on-hand to deliver my bag to whatever room I've been assigned. I also understood, while reading through the patient instructions, that in-home checkups by a qualified technician are available. This is something that interests me - though I'm sure we can discuss that following the completion of the surgery."

"I am at your mercy, Doctor." She quipped, flashing a joking smile; an attempt to lighten the anxiety she was feeling.

NAKAIOMA Marcella Fiora Dominik Borra Mairéad Solus Xiann Sivron​

 

[Dominik Borra]

The small detail wouldn't go unnoticed, and while the two representatives were preoccupied for a moment, Ivory glanced toward Dominik - catching his eye & silently calling attention to the security measure. The two had worked long enough together that the message would undoubtedly be clear: "If we need to get out, we'll need help."

Dominik caught her look and her meaning. Those turrets would be high caliber and his armored clothing wouldn't stop those rounds. They didn't have a splicer, but they did have Mairéad Solus and her force powers. Ice would freeze systems and create walls so it wasn't impossible for them to get out, but there may be redundant systems in place.

Dr. Morikawa stepped out and began going over with his boss the procedures she wanted. Meanwhile he stepped back and opened a comm device and spoke softly. " @Dedata , I'm going to be leaving this line open for the duration of our stay. If it gets cut off, we're getting jammed and we'll need assistance." He tucked the comm device in his pocket and returned to the group.

The doctor didn't seem the type about to commit murder on a patient, he seemed genuine and moving through what was normal. Another busy day. But more would be revealed during the operation.

"Would any of you like anything for the wait?" "Refreshments or entertainment?" "We have a virtually unlimited selection of media for you to choose from, and if you would like anything to drink or eat, we have menus available on the touchpads just over there."

It was tiring being so paranoid, but treating the four of them with poisoned food while they murdered Ivory Stroud would be a perfect plan. Guess he wasn't eating anything here. "Is there a monitoring room next to the operation, where we can view the procedure?" He asked the attendant. "If not I'll need scrubs."

Tags: Mairéad Solus Ivory Stroud NAKAIOMA Marcella Fiora Xiann Sivron

 

[Mairéad Solus]

Location: Fukashi Electric
Objective: Guard the Donna
Tags: Ivory Stroud Dominik Borra Marcella Fiora Xiann Sivron NAKAIOMA

Spoiler: Equipment:

Beskar'gamVelmorite bladed lightsaber
Knife on ankle
Ladies Watch
Serenity bracelet
FDS-4F blaster pistol in thigh holster
Empyrean Gland
The Family Finger
Marzanna
Datapad
Kaldrweave jacket and hat

The young blue associate responded rapidly, but possibly not as diplomatically as would be expected to Mai's suggestion.

“That would take more than half an hour. Perhaps engaging in regular physical exertion is more up your alley?”

"Ouch... the Twi'lek has claws." she replied with a laugh. She acknowledged the kind reassurance from Marcella Fiora with a smirk of her own and a grateful not before turning her attention back to Xiann Sivron "Let it never be said that we dont appreciate honesty around here. Maybe we should train together, see if you can keep up?" she raised an eyebrow, she was still getting the measure of the woman, but was convinced she would fit in well with the close knit family.

Dominik Borra had the excellent suggestion of watching through monitors, it would likely give them a much better view if Ivory Stroud than trying watch while staying out of the way of a horde of surgeons, anesthesiologists, nurses and all the other attendents to the procedure. Marcella and Ivory seemed very confident and Mairéad had a lot of faith in the judgement of the pair of them, but, a bodyguards job was to assume they had missed something so she couldn't fault his diligence.

Mairéad picked up the touched and placed an order for a refreshment. "Anyone else want anything?" she handed the pad around before placing her order. The waiting area was lavish, and she hoped they could accommodate Dom's wishes and allow them all to watch if needed. Mairéad would not be watching media, even if she wasn't watching the actual process, she wanted to remain with her head in the game so opted to do some minor business work to fill the time.

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[Xiann Sivron]

Tag: Ivory Stroud Mairéad Solus Dominik Borra Marcella Fiora NAKAIOMA

Xiann found a spot to lean against the wall, unhooked her pad from its holster and began tapping away on it. She kept it at a level that kept the entire room in her line of sight above the top of the pad so she could quickly and easily keep track of everyone with only a glance. As she tapped away images of the Donna’s new implants appeared along with some statistics and basic information. Very basic information and some of it felt incorrect. Xiann was no doctor or biologist but had enough mechanical knowledge to know the numbers on screen weren’t exactly right. After a few moments of thought it didn’t really seem that unusual. These were probably semi-falsified plans made so that if anyone stole them they couldn’t replicate the implants. Corporate espionage was big business. Or so she had heard.

The woman turned her head towards Mairéad Solus when she spoke, but her eyes and brain remained focused on the screen, “Claws, fangs, whatever you want darlin’.” Her entire being visibly paused for an instant as her brain finally kicked into gear and she realised what she had been saying to one of her superiors. She cleared her throat and finally glanced over to Mai and beamed a smile at her, “I mean, that sounds great. Though I suspect your strength is greater than mine.”

Taking the pad from her boss, she flicked through the menu for a couple of seconds before deciding everything seemed well above her palette and passing the pad on with no order. After going back to the schematics for a few seconds she let out a noise that, while a single breathy note, clearly indicated she was impressed. The Twi’lek leaned sideways slightly and showed the info on the synthlungs to Mairéad Solus , “All these babies need is electrolysis and not only could she survive in nearly and environment, including under water, but also breathe fire.” She paused and looked back at her temporary boss, “You think that’s an optional extra you can get?”

 

[Marcella Fiora]

M A R C E L L A⠀ F I O R A

'Schumann: Kinderszenen, Op. 15 - Träumerei'​

Marcy' nodded towards Doctor Morikawa, affirming the fact that she was designated to speak on Ms. Allos' behalf should and issues occur during the procedure. Following Ivory's light-hearted joke, she'd move to take a seat but not before placing her hand on Ivory's arm for a moment in an attempt to reassure the boss.

As she moved to sit down, the voice of an overzealous Dominik pierced Marcy's ears- prompting a response from the underboss, "Now, now, Nakaioma are valued business partners of Moonveil, I'm sure they're aware that breaking our contract would be.. bad for business- Ms. Allos is in.. trusted hands." Marcy's piercing eyes meeting those of the two guides.

"With that in mind," she now spoke to the pair, "may we view the procedure from in here, perhaps?" questioned the mafioso, opting for the more diplomatic solution while pointing at the screen in the waiting room. Finally, she sat down and had the chance to respond to Mai's offer, "Double malt, if you don't mind~ keep it light," she smirked, gesturing an offer for Mai' to take a seat next to her.

Finally, Marcy's eyes peered over to the new Twi'lek slicer, keen to keep an eye on her as a result of her only recently joining the group- a great deal of trust had been placed in the associate just in allowing her to attend. An eyebrow was raised at Xiann's and Mai's exchange, slightly piquing her interest but not enough for her to join in.

Taking out a cigarra but not lighting it -yet-, she turned to look at both the doctor and the boss, attempting to listen in to their conversation from a short distance, eager to take a puff of her cigarra while pondering the fact that she may need new lungs too, later in life.