Frozen - Tech Union Dominion of Rothana

[Irys Arist'lar]

@Irys Arist'lar
[member="Chaos Maxtor"]
[member="Seto Du Couteau"]
[member="Isley Verd"]
[member="Prime"]
[member="TD-18"]
[member="Besh Prime"]
[member="Molly Rieux"]
[member="Ahra Martrey"]
[member="Phade"]
[member="Sasha Santhe"]
[member="Marek Starchaser"]

Irys looked through the viewport of the Gunray-class Majesty. They were in a low enough orbit that the pure white orb new revealed several great mountain ranges. She could see grey peaks casting shadows longer than any ship in the Abrion navy.

Speaking of which... Irys turned to look out of the starboard port. There hung the sister ship of the Serenity. A Collateralhulk class, a monstrous vessel that carried huge volumes of starfighters and bristled with weapons. Except this one didn't. The Serenity had been built around its ion pulse cannon, and it had been decided that any further ships of the class needed more cost effective infrastructure.

She was here as a representative of Hoersch Kessel rather than the navy, and they would be working on new engine systems for the ship. Sienar would be working on the prototype, of course, whilst rothana engineering would be testing the hangar fit for the vehicles and starships they supplied to the Abrion navy.



OOC/
Objectives (clearly mark in each post)

A) Tech. Expand shipyards and work on the design of the new Abrion battle cruiser.

B ) Obsidian. Report in to [member="Ash Valente"] who is working in building an obsidian citadel in an asteroid field.

C) Spynet. There's a plot to destroy several production facilities on the world. Uncover the plot and eliminate or capture the leaders. We have an asset within their ranks already, but fear a double cross.

D) Other. Go skiing, visit relatives, anything.

 

[Hira Mitsae]

D)

Rothana Heavy Engineering​

Rothana​

[1/20]​

???​

It ain’t the truth of the matter that Rothana held no value, there was plenty of things that could have been stipulated as mildly or greatly of interest for the fledgling corporate minds and those that were already more established in the game, one of the later of those individuals was one Darell Irani. Owner of the conglomerate known as Ty’rel Holdings, which held interests in almost every market known to the Galaxy.

Today he patiently sat in the spacious atrium of the Rothana Heavy Engineering Headquarters on the planet of- no surprise there, Rothana. There were many reasons why Darell would find it interesting to have a meeting with the board room of the once subsidiary to a different huge brand name of the Galaxy.

But such things needed to be spaced out for the greater good of the world, and so he kept his cards close to his chest for the time being. Suffice to say that it would be quite… the interesting meeting, indeed.

In different times Rothana had been one of the many subsidiaries of Kuat, a company that had supplied the Clone Armies during the originally named Clone Wars. Lucrative contracts had been made and to this day there was a distinct link of nostalgy that could be backtraced to working together with the Republic.

Perhaps it was for this reason that Irani found himself sitting in the atrium waiting for the boardroom meeting to begin, or perhaps there was more to it than that.

Who knew these days?

 

[Corey's OOC]

Another day, another dollar.

Marek was A-Okay with this style of living. He didn’t need to fight people to prove himself. He needed to do business work. And that was why he was here, on Rothana. There was a lot to be discussed with the shipyard. He knew that @Irys Arist’lar had wanted to discuss with the engineers something about engines for a ship, and to sling some HKD designs, or whatever. He even heard that [member="Sasha Santhe"] was supposed to make an appearance.

He really hoped so, needed to get his assistant back. Why had Alana gone off with Sasha anyhow? Could not be good for Marek’s future as a nocturnally active male. Still, he was here, he was going to do the duty (hehe doody) to Abrion, and get Rothana Engineering working for the right department within the Techno Union.

Sending out a message to the rest of his consultants and CEO compadres, and hoping that [member="Darell Irani"] didn’t try to buy the entire world into the fold of Ty’rel. He could have a base here, maybe two whole manufacturing plants, but… did he really want the world?

There was fething snow.

 

[Marek Starchaser]

Objective B.

Rothana.

Snow.

Why was there snow?

And why were the Obsidians here? She knew that the Knight known as [member="Ash Valente"] was doing some work out here, and that there was an all points call for the rest of the Order to come out. Apparently there was some construction project going on. And this morning, having the choice between the new Incom fighters, an X-Wing descendant, and the Rassilon, she went with the new one. Time to take it for a spin, see if the Obsidian Order could use it.

Making it to the asteroid field, she contacted the impromptu leader of the expedition for the day. “Mornin’ Valente, this is Molly. Where shall I meet you?”

Simple, right?


Two Posts for the Post God

 

[Ronan Nakasla]

Disregard.

 

[EmKay]

OBJECTIVE B

Ash was, at the moment, standing on one of those great peaks that cast shadows for miles. He breathed in great lungfuls of the frigid air with his eyes closed. The untamed call of the winds was music. A symphony that sung sweet music into the almost-wild ears of Sigma. He let himself smile a true smile for the first time in a very, very long while. This was peace in isolation; but it was not to last. His communicator gave a chime, and his eyes slid open smoothly. He felt recharged, so he felt no annoyance at the interruption. It was understood that he had a project under way, anyway.

He flipped open the communicator's protective front panel and glanced over the name. Molly Rieux was a newcomer to the Order as he understood it. Not the best or brightest, but she had enthusiasm and energy. Sometimes that was all that was needed. That was what Atretes had... Valente sighed in fond memory of that boy, then flicked on the channel to reply.

"Miss Rieux, a pleasure. I'll transmit coordinates, see you soon." was his polite reply.

True to his word, Ash flicked off the communicator and then tapped a few buttons, both tactile and on-screen. Within moments, Molly would have specific coordinates to the construction zone. It was a dense section of a nearby asteroid field, made denser by asteroids imported from Roon. In fact, the most noteworthy import was an asteroid nearly the size of a very small moon. It immediately took charge of local gravitational pulls, and gathered smaller asteroids in an orbit. Naturally, their flow was unpredictable. That was why the Obsidians were necessary for initial scouting -- they needed to set up a listening post on the large asteroid -- dubbed The Seed -- in order to allow construction teams to move in safely via frequently-updated asteroid drift charts.

Taking his acquired starfighter from Zenith Prime, Ash fired up the engines and left the planet. For now. Something about that feral call in those unforgiving mountains begged for the man to utilise them without molesting them. He would mill this over while they performed busy work. In the meantime, he needed to focus on not hitting giant space rocks. He would arrive at the same time as Molly, approximately.

 

[Venussia Sasko]

Objective: D
Location: En route to Rothana Heavy Engineering

Perfectly coiffed hair? check

Patent leather pumps? check

Glossy red lips? check

Professional punctuality? Hell, no

Even though all of her assets were carefully in place, Venussia Sasko was still running late. Despite her keen business acumen, the young CEO had a time management problem of stratospheric proportions. Maybe it was her chronic ADHD, or those naughty Holotexts from "Dadbod33." Hey, a little beer belly never hurt anyone, right? Despite all of her best intentions, somewhere between a steamy shower and getting dressed, Venussia ended up back in her bed, arms and legs tangled in the sheets, non-productive thoughts streaming through her head. Plus, she could never quite get the hang of packing her Corellian leather slitherette-skinned tote. I mean, it had to have all of her cosmetics, of course, as well as three different Datapads, flimsiplast contracts that needed signing, and her lunch, which was a single banana. She let out a long, dramatic sigh. The tote bag was too heavy, and it's not like she was a Chagrian bodybuilder or anything. After a few minutes of deliberation, she removed the banana.

Frantically guzzling a stim caf, Miss Sasko ran-walked to the Rothana Heavy Engineering headquarters, her pointy heels echoing on the Duracrete. If [member="Darell Irani"] so much said a peep about her lateness, so help her she would punch him. He wasn't the boss of her! Oh wait, yes he was, so maybe she wouldn't punch him. Maybe she would just point her finger menacingly at him. That would teach him.

 

[Hira Mitsae]

Rothana Heavy Engineering​

Rothana​

[2/20]​

[member="Venussia Sasko"]​

They had agreed on meeting twenty minutes before the appointment would start, that would have given them just enough time to discuss the exact strategy they would employ to make this go as smooth as possible. To be fair, most of that strategy would have come down to a simple ‘You sit there and let me handle it.’.

Which shouldn’t be taken as disrespect towards Sasko’s competence, Irani had a lot of respect for her particular form of experience, but her mouth… brought both of them in more problems than he cared to admit. Sometimes you needed to be diplomatic, subtle and simply quiet during meeting such as these.

It was a good thing they had talked about this prior to today, otherwise he would have been really pissed when he saw her strutting into the atrium.

Two minutes before the meeting starts.

Irani settled his cool blue eyes on Venussia and suddenly all thoughts of wagging her finger at him would dissipate out of her mind and instead she would remember who Darell Irani really was.

‘Miss Sasko.’ Irani calmly greeted his employee, his eyes critically going over her attire, before resettling themselves on her own eyes. ‘I hope you had a pleasant morning.’

 

[Venussia Sasko]

Objective: D
Location: Rothana Heavy Engineering

As she clacked into the atrium, Venussia strode into what looked like it might be the most boring business meeting in the galaxy. Ugh. Maybe they'd get lucky and something exciting would happen, like some disgraced finance guy would jump out a window, like someone did once at Idellian Arrays. What was wrong with people that they didn't commit public suicide anymore?

At least Venussia didn't miss anything important, like that pre-game nonsense that Mr. Irani always insisted on, a ritual that entailed her boss spending twenty long minutes telling her that she wasn't allowed to speak. Being seen and not heard might have offended any other female CEO, but it was just peachy-keen for her. Venussia had the hidden talent of being able to sleep with her eyes open like a fish. And she could usually use a power nap.

As she took her place next to him, Mr. Irani gave Venussia a cold, judgmental stare with his creepy cybernetic eyes. Pissing your boss off was the worst. She straightened out the hem of her dress, pausing to frown at a run in her stocking.

"Uh, yeah about that," she muttered, then thrust out her half-empty stim caf with lipstick stains on the cup. "I bought you a coffee, Mr. Irani."

She forced a smile and let her eyes linger over her boss's business suit-clad frame. With broad shoulders like that, "Dadbod33" could eat his heart out.

[member="Darell Irani"]

 

[H3xle]

Objective: B
Location: Soldat (Tachyon Class Light Freighter) En Route to Asteroid Belt

Empty space warped momentarily before the Soldat slipped from the womb of hyperspace. The running lights on the outside of the ship were all dark and the only transponder sending off a signal was an ACA Obsidian Knight signal. He waited a few minutes for that signal to permeate the system at light speed before moving toward the asteroid belt. He kicked the engines on for a few short bursts, enough to get him moving in the correct direction, then he shut them off so they wouldn't give away his position. It was the low tech stealth solution, but when it was what you had it worked best.

As he approached the belt he entered a sequence of numbers and letters to his transmitter, then spoke into his mic.

"Phade is on site." That was the only statement he made, he then waited for a response and coordinates to move towards. The hold of his ship was full of mining equipment and heavy duty exo suits that would allow the wearer to operate the mining equipment in full vacuum, on loan from a mining subsidiary of the Techno Union.

[member="Asher Valentine"]

 

[Marek Starchaser]

Clearly Molly worried about military protocol. She didn’t understand the need for call signs, or outlaw names (Starlord, here’s looking at you) but she knew to not say names over a broadcast when there were blasters being fired at her. So now? It was fine. Plus she was in a new fighter. She enjoyed the Rassilon, even had one that she wanted to paint a dark purple, but this X-Wing was fun, and new. And new was always better, mostly.

She received the coordinates from [member="Asher Valentine"] and changed course, heading in that direction. From there she was hoping to run into some other Knights. It would be nice to touch base, after all. Especially if they were building a base here. How neat would that be?

Unless it came out all ratchet looking.

That’d be lame.

Right, someone was saying not the best or brightest? They were right.

 

[Irys Arist'lar]

[2/20]

Objective: A

[member="Sasha Santhe"]

Irys stepped out from the shuttled on to the battleship grey deck of the Scimitar platform. The circular defense station mounted a phenomenal amount of weaponry, as well as plenty of docking space on its arced pylons.

The station had been towed into position to protect the ACA assets, especially with criminal networks and terrorist cells now working so close to their borders. They probably should have met on the construction stations, but those facilities were particularly functional. The Scimitar station had plenty of conference rooms, comfortable quarters and computing. She’d arrange for a number of data banks to be set aside for simulation and engineering work.

Hopefully over the next few weeks to companies involved would set out a plan, get some sims done, and start construction on the new Collateralhulk class.

Hopefully Marek had done his usual duties and arranged some catering, and entertainments. Irys didn’t much care as long as there were competent engineers and caf. Lots of caf. Lots of good, strong caf.

 

[Hira Mitsae]

Rothana Heavy Engineering​

Rothana​

[3/20]​

His creepy blue eyes settled on the caf, for a distinct moment he considered asking pointed questions, why she hadn’t simply bought two cafs, why her knees were shaking just a little bit, why her cheeks were that flu- but then the businessman realized where he had seen all those signs before and he accepted the caf, his hand touching hers just for a moment.

‘Thank you, miss Sasko.’ his eyes went everywhere and didn’t skip a beat, before finally settling them to meet her eyes again. A grin spread across his face that made him look… less dignified, less a businessman and more a man who regularly went into a battlefield with a canon and without armor.

A man who loved his ladies.

‘You are shining, Ven. Whatever you did, keep doing it.’

It wasn’t entirely clear if Irani actually knew what she had been doing it and was making an unsubtle pass, or if he was clueless. But it was safer to say the former than the later.

Smooth bastard.

He then turned around, beckoning her to follow him. They would be admitted to the board room soon.

 

[Venussia Sasko]

Objective: D
Rothana Heavy Engineering

Why was Mr. Irani looking at her in such a weird way? Did she have pen on her face, or down her shirt or on her...? Oh, wait, was he looking at her like she was a fine piece of...? He was. Venussia’s pulse quickened, and it wasn’t from the stim cafe.

Wow. This business meeting just got 100% more awesome. A manicured hand rose to touch her cheek coquettishly.

“Thank you Mr. Irani. I was simply doing some research on how to increase your growth rates.”

Ven let a surprisingly genuine smile cross her face. When it came to the mating game, the business woman knew she was never going to be able to twist men around her finger like the Trade Queen, Danger Arcenau, with her cloud of red hair and her big old...business acumen. But what Ven lacked in game, she made up for with an enthusiastic willingness to try just about anything no matter how freaky.

With a rare spring in her step, the young CEO followed her boss into the board room. This development with Mr. Irani beat a suicide any day.

[member="Darell Irani"]

 

[Asher]

Objective D - Appear out of nowhere
Rothana Heavy Engineering

It was called being modestly late. Had he wanted me to appear on time perhaps he shouldn’t have placed the inexperienced man at the saddle the second he had retrieved the stolen plans for one of Ty’rel Holdings’ advanced power generators. I was not afraid to deny it, I had fallen asleep headfirst in my books. A few of those around me had me I took it all way too seriously but unlike them I was the CEO of a frighteningly big company. Granted, most of them were also the paid guards that [member="Darell Irani"] had paid to follow me around and ensure no further ‘miscommunications’ or ‘unplanned meetings’ were to occur without his knowledge.

Pad in face, stride set on going forth I abused the ever living love out of my previous work experience as an assistant as person for person found themselves subconsciously dodged on my way.

Rounded the corner and before I knew it they were in sight. Darell and the other one. [member="Venussia Sasko"]. Gut feeling said I didn’t even want to know what they were talking about, it most likely didn’t concern me or even more importantly Iron Crown. Then again...

“Hey, sorry that I’m late.” I let my eyes wander off the pad for a second. “Traffic.”

“Anyway. Evening, Mister Irani.” I bowed my head at my employer, and then my other colleague. “Venussia.”

The countdown for how long it took to get a note stickied to my back had started, but I was prepared. There’d be no ‘kick me’ signs on my back today.

 

[Corey's OOC]

Objective Alpha

Marek was really okay with knowing that [member="Darell Irani"] was off doing whatever it was Ovmanis do. He was working to secure Rothana Heavy Engineering, perhaps for his own gains, but it would serve the Techno Union, or else Marek would have put up a fuss to the Duke of somewhere. But there really wasn’t much time for that right now. He had his own work to do. After discussing with the shipyard, he made sure to secure a location for a meeting with Abrion brass, Techno Union engineers and the shipyard representatives. A NIathal-class shuttle arrived to deliver the catering and chefs.

Marek liked to travel in style. And he even brought his favorite Bothan’s favorite caf. You’re welcome, @Irys Arist’lar. He wanted to get this Collateralhulk off the ground, so to speak, as much as the Bothan. Giving people work, and getting the project out would do a lot for the Union. He only hoped [member="Sasha Santhe"] would be on time to help with the joint project.

 

[Hira Mitsae]

Rothana Heavy Engineering​

Rothana​

[4/20]​

[member="Venussia Sasko"] | [member="Elias Truden"] | [member="Marek Starchaser"]​

Rarely did Irani do anything that was entirely altruistic, most of the time there was at least a little portion that would grant him either direct or indirect benefit by participating or lending his hand in the matter. It was no different from busying himself with the takeover of Rothana Heavy Engineering, it would be a company bought and paid by his wealth, directed by Sasko, but it would cater not towards the usual, genocidal and psychotic buyers that Ty’rel usually liked to supply through backchannels.

No, this was an entirely different affair, they would use the good name of the company and break into new markets. While in the meanwhile being a good and upstanding member of the Techno Union, of course.

Just as its parent company.

The Techno Union was an important cog in the Galactic Decor and Irani would have it no other way than to support their endeavors. Besides, Starchaser would never leave him alone if he didn’t support his pet project in the Abrion Corporate Alliance.

Ya gotta take sacrifices for your friends, no?

‘I suppose you should file a report to me personally after this meeting, no?’ Ovrani mentioned over his shoulder. ‘We will rendezvous at the copy room.’

A smirk was hid.

It was then that Truden decided to arrive on the scene and just in time, he had almost forgot that they needed to do a business meeting.

‘Truden.’ Irani greeted the man, turning around briefly to nod towards Cadell who was slowly becoming a shadow of Elias. Caden didn’t really like it, but with the salary Irani was paying him he would deal for the moment.

‘Are we ready for business?’ ​

The question was posed to the both of them.

 

[Venussia Sasko]

Objective: D
Rothana Heavy Engineering

“Got it, Mr. Irani. A personal report,” Venussia agreed with a demonstrative wink, then shot her boss with a pair of finger guns. In a few moments, the meeting had begun and joined by Elias Truden, the three business luminaries entered a conference room that was full of more suits than a Sullustan Dry Cleaner’s.

Ven plopped down right next to Mr. Irani, claiming her position as his next big thing. To the annoyance of her fellow business leaders, she was transparent in her desire to be the man’s little shining star. Ambition might have not been in the Sasko blood on the whole, but Ven had it in spades. Despite her tendency to nap during meetings, she was shrewd and competitive. In the business cat and mouse game, Ven was determined to be a different animal altogether, a proud eagle, soaring for corporate success. After all the bird that flies the highest gets….to poop on the competition? Ok, so she wasn’t that good at metaphors, but you get the point.


For a boost of confidence, one that was probably superfluous for a man like Darell Irani, Venussia snuck her hand underneath the conference table and gave his thigh a light squeeze. Oh wait, that wasn’t his thigh. Oops. Oh well. What was it that people always said? If you wanted to get ahead in business, you needed to grab the bull by the....yeah, metaphors were hard.

[member="Darell Irani"] [member="Elias Truden"]

 

[EmKay]

OBJECTIVE B​

OBSIDIAN CITADEL​

.: PHASE I :.​

[member="Molly Rieux"] | [member="Phade"]​

____________________​

The little generic, outdated fighter swooped through the asteroids with great precision. The natural flow of the drifting rock and metal came easily to someone so in tune to the natural flow of the Force. He only moved as far as he needed to, and several times he was so close to the crushing masses that he would have been able to touch them, were it not for the canopy. Soon the massive primary asteroid came into view. It was a monster, that sized up at least five of the large asteroids around it. It was a monolith in a backdrop of lesser stone, and it had formed a clearing, for the most part, around itself by drawing smaller asteroids to it while heavier or further distant ones only moved around it in an almost-orbit. It was truly a marvel, buried in a nest of chaos.

That was when he got the message from Phade. As he drew in nearer to the asteroid, examining it and taking in its nearly out-of-place mass, he replied to the communique.

"Good afternoon. This is Ash. Lock onto my position and make your way here." he said simply, then activated his transponder.

In a few moments after that, he perched his fighter on the asteroid and turned in his seat. It had a small cargo compartment behind the seat, just enough for him to be able to store an industrial space suit. He wrangled all the pieces onto his body, then depressurised. The process took a few minutes, so he linked his suit's communicator to the fighter's. That way, the asteroid interference wouldn't hinder his communication abilities like it would without such a signal strengthener. The cockpit finally drained of the last bits of oxygen, and Valentine was almost uncomfortably aware that he was in a nearly weightless environment. He carefully stepped out of the small vessel and gradually, slowly touched down on the asteroid. He hadn't been in space very often. Not like this. It was entirely too quiet... yet entirely too loud. He could hear his breathing, all the contraptions powering his suit, and yet as he walked he heard almost nothing. Faint vibrations travelling up his body. No crunch, really. It was surreal.

He navigated around to an external cargo compartment on the fighter and slid out a metre-long bundle. He laid it on the ground carefully and unwrapped it, to reveal a tripod and a device that resembled a beacon. He paced out roughly where the midpoint of the asteroid was, then planted the tripod down into the rock beneath him. Automated drills secured the contraption into place, and he perched the device atop it. After hand-tightening some screws, he nodded to himself and switched the device on. Immediately, radar fanned out and bounced off the rocks, which helped infra-red laser systems to lock onto asteroids. It only gave roughly a two-hundred-and-fifty-degree angle in a three-hundred-and-sixty degree plane for travel, but that's all that was needed. For now. Soon it would compile rough drift charts, which would later be fine-tuned by engineers with more of these devices to lay out through the asteroid field. They would run on an internal network, then route through a master -- the one that was just planet -- to the destination recipient of the data. In this case, whomever the ACA had hooked on to carry out this project's labour.

 

[Asher]

Objective D - Act professional and stuff
Rothana Heavy Engineering

“Sure.” It was always as equally refreshing to step out of books on meetings and into actual live meetings. Run the topics, subjects and other synonyms that I am sure most others would find less than interesting. To say I lived for these moments would be a lie but at least it was a lie that numbed down the amount of time I could spend on involuntary self-reflection. As another added bonus the nightmares had seem to come to a stop in the wake of assuming direct control over the company. Under the ever watchful eye (and control) of Mister Irani, of course.

Eventually the other big wigs brought out the pen and papers. I couldn’t help but do an exact repetition of their actions. I put my pad back in my pack and withdrew anything to make notes on. For some reason keeping it analog felt like the best move.

A quick look over at my two colleagues left me with yet another knot in my stomach. They were enjoying this far too much. I candidly shook my head for reasons that really concerned nobody but myself as I gave Irani a quick couple of back and forth glances between him and the others.

Meeting starts in... Any second now...


[member="Venussia Sasko"] [member="Darell Irani"]