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[Corey's OOC]

Really, all that had happened? Marek still wasn’t able to believe it. But the one thing he did know was that he had some solid business partners. Maybe friends? He wasn’t so sure, but one thing he did know, was he needed to save face. Luckily for him, as much as he was involved and the Techno Union is listed as a primary military contractor, his ships didn’t fire unless they were fired upon. And before that, even Danger’s fleet was fine. It was a matter of ensuring the galaxy knew that while the Techno Union had companies that contracted to the Confederacy for weapons, that wasn’t its only purpose.

A think tank, and focal point for contracts in that part of the galaxy, both military, political and civilian. That was part of the reason why he worked with Danger so often, she held a lot of contracts in that region of space.

And here he was, Club Ufora, outside of the Confederate space, on Nar Shaddaa. The trick here was that everyone still knew about what happened at Druckenwell. He had found his way to a table in the VIP section, per [member="Danger Arceneau"]’s transmission. Really, she was going to provide the best club in the sector, or at least one of the best, but if the Redheaded Desert Queen was nearby, he would say the best, and all he had to do was pay.

Dressed in his best, for the environment, Marek pulled up a seat, ordered a bottle of the finest whiskey in the house and awaited the redheaded goddess businesswoman. First he had to thank her, then there was much to be discussed. Fixing his jacket, the Foreman of the Techno Union poured himself a drink, and looked around the establishment, trying to find the woman of the hour.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

[member="Marek Starchaser"]

It wouldn’t be long before the Trade Queen would make her appearance; however this time, she wasn’t simply wearing tanned breeches and a loose muslin button up blouse.

Oh no, she was dressed to kill.

AEL’s black corset would hug the mountains and valleys of the unforgettable hourglass figure of Danger Arceneau. A black curve hugging dress would lay over that, framing her decollete to spectacular and as always, distracting effects. The hem line would end just at mid calf level, a modest dress by all accounts considering the scantily clad Twi’lek dancers and waitresses. Black heels and that auburn hair would fall in soft smooth waves down her shoulders and back.

A single rare Roonstone pendant would rest just above the valley of her breasts, like a silver iridescent ship framed by a black sea.

This was a different kind of Danger. She was dressed to impress. And Marek Starchaser would hold her attention for the next hour or so.

A half smirk would dance across her ruby red lips, her emerald eyes glittering with keen insight. One auburn brow would rise in greeting, as she would slowly saunter her way over with a roll of full hips.

“Mistah Starchaser…. Welcome, to Club Ufora.”

 

[Corey's OOC]

For whatever reason, Marek expected his trade partner to be in her simple tanned slacks and blouse. No where did it cross the former Zeison Sha’s mind that she would be putting more into her outfit for this meeting. Even if it could not only be part of the meeting, but the appearance of a VIP section in a prestigious club. Still, when he saw her?

That took his breath away. And he wasn’t even angry, not at all. There was something to be said for a woman who knew how to dress, and where the line of classy and skanky was. [member="Danger Arceneau"] definitely knew what she was doing, and suddenly even Marek, who had plenty of assistances to make sure he was looking his best, because Hell knew he didn’t do it on his own, felt dwarfed in appearance.

Perhaps it was some form of shock, or being polite, but when she arrived, he couldn’t help but stumble up to his feet. “Miz Danger, yer lookin’ stunning.” He was also not sure which accent he should be using. “I’m glad you accepted my offer.” Was what he could muster as he offered a seat Offer for a meeting, for business reasons, purely.

Yeah, sure.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Humor would go dancing across Danger’s emerald eyes at [member="Marek Starchaser"] ‘s fleeting discombobulation. Oh did she ever know the kind of sight she presented. Her momma don’t raise no fool and if there is anything Colette Arceneau taught her daughter ‘fore she met her maker, is to make the full use of every blessing the Gods so desired to gift her.

“Ain’t lookin’ to bad yourself, Mistah Starchaser,” she would say in an appreciative coo, smiling wide as she took the offered seat, draping herself as elegantly as possible upon it. Her right leg would cross over her left, and she would make herself comfortable.

A waiter would immediately show, taking a length of cloth from the napkin to set it to rest across her lap, doing the same for Marek’s thereafter.

A smile of gratefulness would follow, before turning her stunning gaze over to the Techno Union foreman.

“Well… one needs to take some time off to mingle and take joy at another day of breathing,” she’d say in reference to accepting his offer. “Not to mention, the company is well worth it.” she’d compliment with a faint smile. Oh there was more to it, of course. There always was. In the wake of the incident at Druckenwell, there was much to discuss.

 

[Corey's OOC]

Smart woman, [member="Danger Arceneau"]'s mother. Marek was just taught to stick to his guns, one built from an ancient Starchaser lightsaber, or something. The metal of it, at least. Still, a slugthrower, and an heirloom of sorts. Between that and his own lightsaber, one he built before the Knights, were what he carried most of the time. Still, a lightsaber was no weapon he was any good with, and not one he carried around just any day. A blaster and slugthrower were better for it.

“My thanks, Danger.” Right, he could slip into first names with her, right? Of course. Watching her sit, he eyed the waiter that was approaching. Time for food, he supposed. Looking at his companion and nodding to the waiter, he was wondering if she was ready.

At the same time, he poured a second glass of whiskey, from the bottle he purchased, and slid it across the table.

“Always the best way to prove you’re still alive, is to find good company to enjoy a fun evening with.” Sure, there was business, but enjoying one’s company was never a bad thing, right? “I do owe you for savin’ my arse at Druck.” Because that was really what she did there.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Danger would take the glass of whiskey from [member="Marek Starchaser"] with a grateful smile, lifting her hand in a small toast in thanks. Oh he didn’t have to say it aloud about saving his arse at Druckenwell, she knew it. They all knew it.

Granted, out of the nine billion souls on Druckenwell, they were only able to save those in the combat designated areas. Twelve hours is not enough time to evacuate an entire planet. Granted, the business deal she made with this along with several other contracts was lucrative enough to ensure that if this ever happened again…she would have one ship to be able to transport up to fifty milion souls.

But that was a matter for another time. One with Silk Holdings.

A nod and a smile would find their way over to Starchaser, an acknowledgement. “Mmm...well.. from one company owner to the next… we gotta stick together. Ain’t no way we’ll all survive if things like this stretch us from one neck of the galaxy to the next.”

Both brows would rise, “As long as costs are kept low, and profit is high.” she’d say with a toast. “We managed to do what we could under the circumstances.” A faint grimace would go dancing across her face thereafter. She lost her warehouses on Druckenwell. Considering those were the Confederacy’s main shipyards and also the HeadQuarters of several high tiered Techno Union businesses… they all felt the damage one way or another.

 

[Corey's OOC]

He did know what she liked, hell, he needed to if they were going to continue to do business. And with his upcoming ventures, he was going to have a lot on his plate. Working in resource collection and distribution, he was going to need her unique set of skills in the trade world.

Even he couldn’t have foreseen the need to get the entire world evacuated, but when the call was made to [member="Danger Arceneau"], it was for the combat zones. He knew what they needed to do, and the pair worked and got the specified zones evacuated. It was the best they could do, and then when the station came down? The Omega Protectorate folk and he did as much as they could. The world was going to need help.

Taking another sip from his rocks glass, he nodded. “That’s true. And the trick is knowin’ dat we’re all chasin’ credits.” As he was a military contractor first and a resource hunter second, as of now. “Its important to not right one another off.” Some contracts and beliefs stuck harder than making the credits or changing a brand's image. That last bit was tricky.

“We did. The trick is to make sure we’ve got things backed up for the future. And that is where I’m hopin’ to do some work.” Protecting his companies, and their assets. Worry about the tanks, the fry cooks can fend for themselves, in other words. “Granted, having everythin’ stored in starships probably isn’t da best way to do it.” He smirked at her. Handing her a menu, he shrugged. “They’ve got a good surf and turf special tonight.” Can’t be business 100% of the time.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Needless to say, [member="Marek Starchaser"] ‘s commentary brought a perk of interest in Danger’s emerald eyes.

“Mmm… ain’t that a fact,” she’d coo, glancing over at the holographic menu. Of course the place would have an excellent Surf and Turf. She did own the Club after all. A throaty chuckle would come bubbling forth, bare arms coming forward to lean against the table, giving a rather blessed view for the Head of the Techno Union to admire.

“And just what kind o’work you thinkin’ on dabblig in, Mistah Starchaser?” she’d ask with a coy crimson smile.

 

[Corey's OOC]

Whenever they were talking business it was always a good thing. Even if it was weighing civilians lives versus cargo. The spice must flow. As long as the companies weren’t displaying a sense of enmity against one another, that was all he cared about. Techno Union, SSB, whichever. Companies were going to be part of various unions, and each had their own concept. If they could band together… that would get dangerous, for the galaxy.

Maybe.

Or if they were all owned by Sith, or one particular state. That was a world Marek didn’t mind imagining.

Another thing he didn’t mind imagining was what actually went on in the redhead’s mind. Especially when views like that were showing up. Eye contact, Starchaser.

“I’m working to move a subsidiary of Haor Chall to focus in the resource game. Mining, survey, power, the standard any growing settlement needs.” He grinned at her. “Maybe a bit of transit, but its really not my specialty. And I think I know someone better for it.”

[member="Danger Arceneau"]

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Needless to say, Danger’s right eyebrow would arch in piqued interest at [member="Marek Starchaser"]’s revelation. A subsidiary of Haor Chall Engineering? Curious.

She’d bring the glass of whiskey up to her lips, the fiery liquid sliding past her throat with a delicious burn. The pink tip of her tongue would peak out to lick a stray bead of the amber liquid from the fullness of her lower lip.

“A subsidiary? An ambitious project. Based out of where?” she’d purr out with a crooked grin, setting her glass down upon the table. One lone pointer finger would start to slowly graze up and down the glass’s length.

A throaty chuckle would follow, “Oh, and just who that might be Mistah Starchaser?” she’d ask with a coquettish tone, but the vibrant green glint in her keen eye would suggest she knew where the head of the Techno Union was going.

 

[Corey's OOC]

Well, it was time to get out of the strictly military contracting and weapons manufacturing. Doing something useful for the galaxy? That he could get behind. Hopefully it would be useful. It all depended on who he surrounded himself with, of course.

Watching her sip on the liquor, he couldn’t help but smile. She definitely knew what she was doing, and he was hoping he wasn’t going to fall too hard, for her, or for it, whichever.

“I’ll probably be basin’ ‘em outta Charros Four, and maybe Hypori, but I’d like a world out of the Confed’racy.” Really, that would help. Maybe Tion? He heard there was a lot going on out there. And he did need to scout the galaxy, for the Confederacy.

Giving a light shrug and nodding at the menu. “I think I’m gonna do the surf and turf.” He spoke, nodding at her. “Someone that runs a hard bargin.”

[member="Danger Arceneau"]

 

[Danger Arceneau]

[member="Marek Starchaser"]

Danger’s brows would perk, “Charros Four and Hypori?” well the Techno Union already had a major presence in Hypori. Charros Four would be a new endeavor, at least in engineering and mining resources from what she could recall.

She could none the less, fault him for wanting to branch out of Confederacy territory, “Between you and me,” she’d say in a soft voice, one may almost think in a seductive tone, but really it was for the benefit of outside ears. Not that it was a real problem here. This was her club. “ Expanding outside of the Feds grasp ain’t a bad notion to consider. I’ve done the same for quite some time now.”

The corner of her mouth would curve upwards, wrist lightly swirling her whiskey in her glass,”Ahh.. surf and turf? Hmm? I’d have gathered the turf, but not the surf.” she’d joke with a mild teasing note, but her mind was still calculating just what Starchaser was going at.

“I’d have figured ya, Starchaser for a medium rare char broiled Nerf steak an inch thick.”

 

[Corey's OOC]

He nodded. Most people didn’t really pay the smaller moon any attention, but Haor Chall was created and run by the Xi Char, which all lived in their little bug colonies on Charros Four, which Marek didn’t feel the need to move them from. And into Confederate space? It was a safer investment to keep them in the clear over on the other end of the galaxy. “Haor Chall was founded out that way, is all.” He nodded.

And Danger was one of those people that Marek enjoyed their company, and advice. Probably why he didn’t mind working with ATC and never even thought to go elsewhere for the movement of goods. “The trick is my position in the government.” So he had to do it properly, and make sure that it was off all books, not that he’d remove Haor Chall from the profit sharing, but a resource collection group? Sure.

“Medium rare, for sure. And well, maybe a bit nostalgic, I ever tell you where I’m from?” Was that a conversation they were having? Well, ‘from’ here being the same as ‘born and would occasionally visit’ as he was a drifter from an early age. "Whats grabbing' yer fancy?"

[member="Danger Arceneau"]

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Danger gave a smile to [member="Marek Starchaser"] as he made his order, "No you have not," she said in answer to his question of his origins. Her green eyes would travel across the menu.

"I reckon I'll take a leaf from your book, Mistah Starchaser. And get the surf and turf myself." she'd relay with a smile, bringing the whiskey up to her lips to take a sip.

 

[Corey's OOC]

He grinned and nodded. He wasn’t sure if they had made the small talk or not. But still, it was worth mentioning, he supposed. “Well, originally, my family has some sort of property over in the Omega Pro, on Corellia. A little place tucked off by the sea.” Why he liked seafood, and had fought the depths to get the orange crystal for his lightsaber. “Of course, I hardly spend or even spent much time there. We’d make it back every so often, our major port of call, but…” He trailed off, shrugging.

Watching her green eyes view the menu, he let a grin creep across his features as he finished his whiskey and poured another. “Well, here’s to hopin’ yer chefs know what they’re doin’.” He smirked, holding the bottle up for her, offering to refill her drink.

“So, about what ya said earlier. Any way to utilize yer skills to help get me creatin’ my own nest egg?” Or company that could turn into something worth selling. That would help too.
[member="Danger Arceneau"]

 

[Danger Arceneau]

[member="Marek Starchaser"]

A loft of an eyebrow would perk in curiosity, her lips still lingering in a wide smile. "Ah.. Corellian..." she'd start with a drawl, leaning closer to rest her chin against her free hand. "Now why am I not surprised, Mistah Starchaser?" she'd say in a teasing voice, giving a nod in gratitude for him refilling her drink.

A moment would pass while she would mull over his request for advice," I'd start by utilizing funds that are not tide to the Techno Union to spread out. Pending on what exactly you trying to do of course." she added, "You mentioned engineering? Resources? Transit? What exactly is your plan and what have you've come up with to explore your venture?" she'd ask.

 

[Corey's OOC]

Dealing with [member="Danger Arceneau"] was always fun, and he probably could’ve had guess for the same result of his homeworld. It was odd, though, the fact that he didn’t spend much time surrounded by people from his homeworld, yet he was still a stereotype. Can take the family from the world, but can’t take the world from the family, he supposed. “We’re a pretty identifiable bunch.” He smirked.

Right, personal profits. Because of his position with Haor Chall and the Techno Union, one was sometimes keeping the other afloat. The former was not always tied to the Confederacy and would create projects to earn an income around the galaxy. “Well, I figure the resource game is something easy to get into. From there we’re able to work with a lot of people, so long as profits go the right way. Haor Chall has been discussin’ with me,” and here he meant the board of directors “moving away from strictly working with the Confederacy, and well… they’re interested in pursuin’ resources, for their own and whoever wants to pay’s gain.”

Sure, they’re not related, but it’s an open market out there.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Danger would give a to [member="Marek Starchaser"], her wrist rotating the glass of whiskey. " What kind of resources are you talking 'bout?" she'd ask. She knew Salacia Corp was also in the business of scavenging and resources, but more of the underwater type.

"You looking for specific metals? Ores?" came her follow up questions.

 

[Corey's OOC]

What kind of resources? Well, that was all up to whatever everyone needed in the galaxy. “Ideally, we’ll be doing mostly asteroid hunting, so precious metals, ores, what have you.” He looked at the liquor in her glass as he sipped his, giving a shrug. “Since there are more resources than just ore, however, it depends on who hires us.”

Power, water, soil, these were other resources. “Nothing organic, that’s for sure, transporting that poodoo around don’t seem like a smart move. Not in da least.” He nodded. “However, setting up power stations, fer depletable sources and renewable ones, dat’d be up our alley. An’ fresh water wells, fertile soil… Helpin’ in that regard.” Planet and colony building seemed like it could be nice to get into, depending how dark the galaxy decided to get.

“You got ideas in yer head?”

[member="Danger Arceneau"]

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Danger would give a nod. Those were the daily necessities in the galaxy, the goods that folk took for granted but what amounted to the bread and butter Danger used to make her fortune.

"All good starts. If you are thinking along those lines, then I suggest trying to make contracts with battle worn planets... governments and the like. In the wake of the war between the One Sith and the Republic, as well as that of the Protectorate and Confederacy, rebuilding and getting a fresh start with those who are left behind is a gold mine ready for the picking. "

There was profit in war after all.

"If you start producing these, I can distribute them throughout the galaxy as well as a member of the Southern Systems Business Bazaar. Your reach will expand and it will also make it easier to garner contacts beyond the Confederacy." this was also a way for her to profit as well. Fees through the SSB and that of selling wares in trade, transport, and the like for a new company made the majority of her profit.

"I'm working on building a new Headquarter in Lianna, in the Tion Hegemony. Also finished building one on Etti IV. I'm thinking of also starting to expand my warehouses throughout the galaxy to have their own private starports. Buying the land myself and privatizing the areas I'm holding."

If he could help with that, all the better.