Frozen - Tech Union Dominion of Rothana

[Ra Vizsla]

[member="Sasha Santhe"]

In response to the organic's quips, Ao glowed a sad blue and continued to lay motionless on the floor. Had he let this organic being down? He was apologetic, experiencing feelings of remorse, but continued to be trapped by the now motionless contraption that had been placed around him. He continued to not speak but to feel the innards of the droid around him, understand it through the sense of magnetic waves. After her words of encouragement, however, Ao began to glow a confident green.

The light of his formation shone through the ports and bulbs of the droid exterior.

He began to feel his way and impress his will upon the surrounding machine. Not enough. He tried harder. If Ao could've sweat, he would be currently.

Focused, the little droid body began to slowly rock back and forth on the floor, and then slowly began to rise up in the air until it dropped again. Again.

Green light shone harder until Ao began to rise once more off the floor, tiny repulsor lifts emanating a bluish hue.

Again.

The droid body rose higher.

Ao could physically feel the repulsor lifts in his imaginary hands, and began to push and pull their imaginary strings.

Ao shot up into the rafters of the room they stood in with a bright green and blue arc with sheer force. He began to arc and dive, doing back to back loopty loops as he zoomed across the factory.

He came back to Sasha, eye level.

"Savior!" he exclaimed, referring to Sasha, booming with green pride.

 

[Sasha Santhe]

Sasha watched as first the droid started to wobble and then finally shoot off into the air. Sasha clapped her hands in a show of support for her new favorite rock as he came to rest in front of her exclaiming “Savior!” and glowing a vibrant green. Sasha took the coloring to mean he was happy. She wondered how many different colors he could change and in what spectrum. Could he go into the ultraviolet range? Sasha would have to ask him to try later when she had the proper equipment.

“How does it feel? Flying in the air, being mobile?” It must be weird. The closest thing she could think of was giving a prosthesis a man on Lianna as part of a publicity stent. He walked for the first time in nearly a decade. “Liberating isn’t it?”

This wasn’t charity though. “Can you access the sensors on this remote unit? It was designed for mine inspecting to it has a number of advanced sensors. I’d like you to try and use them to take a scan of the facility. Tell me what you see.”

[member="Ao-Xaga"]

 

[Irys Arist'lar]

Construction of the unnamed Carrier Class
Writer post 8/10

[member="Camellia Swift"]

“Please, I’d love to start reviewing your approach. I hope you don’t find this rude, but this is a military facility. No one other than the guards are permitted to go walking around with firearms!” Major Tas'do replied.

He starting walking down the curved corridor, stepping into line next to Camellia. “So what do you need? We’ve got a small conference room for twenty or so booked, with holo-projectors, constant caff and snacks. We didn’t think you’d really want to be dining in the officer’s mess, so we booked some catering for…” he looked down at his chrono, “about four hours? Not sure what shifts you’ve been running off on your vessel, so happy to oblige and move whatever meal that may be.”

 

[Caulder Dune]

Objective: D - Establish Hegemonic Automaton Presence
Location: Hyperspace - Quiberon Line - En Route to Rothana
Company: [member="Morgan Redeaux"]
Posts: [1/20]

Gerion Ardik smelled opportunity. And when Gerion Ardik smelled opportunity, Gerion Ardik had a tendency to capitalize on it. Usually. Most of the time he just let it pass by as he had no need for it, but this time around it was different. The Techno Union was going to become a very prominent customer of Hegemonic Automaton fairly soon, particularly where droid armies were concerned. If that deal went through (and he suspected it would), Hegemonic Automaton would need to be able to cope with the increased demand. Not only that, but they were going to need some production centers closer to the Techno Union's territories.

Rothana was a frigid, icy wasteland that somehow managed to maintain a population in the billions, likely because of the presence of the Rothana Heavy Engineering. A rather prominent company. Ovmar was probably running around somewhere trying to subsidize it. Gerion's aims were far simpler. As it turned out, a hyperspace route ran directly from Kamino to Rothana- the Quiberon Line. Kamino was already the site of a Hegemonic Automaton distribution center. To have such speedy travel between the two would be of great convenience.

So at the earliest possible convenience, Gerion chartered a fairly large freighter to re-assess the abandoned route and take him to Rothana for inspection of the potential land. Joining him as a passenger on the expedition was Hegemonic Automaton's chief of security, who just loved doing this sort of thing. The first twenty minutes of the journey went as expected. Since they weren't crew, the two simply bided their time in the passenger's lounge. Gerion silently enjoying a cup of tea while reading something terribly important on his datapad.

Then the vessel was suddenly forced from Hyperspace- about three hours earlier than expected. It was an abrupt exit, causing a horrendous lurch throughout the vessel. The Umbaran invariably spilled his tea all over himself and his datapad, swearing in Umbarese.

"What in the Corellian Hells..." Like his life depended on it, the datapad was discarded onto a table and he frantically dabbed at the tea staining his shirt with a napkin. "Did we just stop?"

 

[Morgan Redeaux]

Objective: D - Establish Hegemonic Automaton Presence
Location: Hyperspace - Quiberon Line - En Route to Rothana
Company: [member="Gerion Ardik"]

It was true - Morgan did look forward to the trip to Rothana because as a protocol droid she had a natural curiosity for the galaxy, especially to see if the species and locations in her data storage module matched up to how she perceived it within her mechanical mind. Anomalies between the two were quite rare, but she did occasionally find them and when this happened, she would carefully re-write the particular data entry so that her knowledge would stay up-to-date. Lucky for her, her programming was advanced enough to be resourceful in that way, and lucky for Mr. Ardik this type of careful inspection of the world around them when they were outside the confines of Hegemonic headquarters allowed the droid to stay quiet for more than a few minutes. When she was processing information, her chatter was kept to a minimum and it was a quiet and uneventful ride thus far.

Until the ship lurched suddenly. Instinctively Morgan searched her databank for the locations of the escape pod on the TF Superfreighter in case she had to hustle Mr. Ardik into the pod and away from an ailing ship. But the jolt wasn’t life threatening and the Umbaran’s shirt appeared to be the only collateral damage from the sudden stop.

Even though she was the Chief of Security now, Morgan knew she should start acting more like a bad-ass battle droid than her normal supplicant protocol self, but she couldn’t help it - when Mr. Ardik spilled his tea she reached into her luggage and pulled out a freshly pressed dress shirt for him:

Spoiler

“I’m always prepared for a wardrobe malfunction,” she said, smoothing it out with her hands and passing it over to him. She knew better than to touch him as he didn’t like being fussed over. Funny though, she never actually saw Mr. Ardik wear any of her presents.

The Umbaran would realize now that during Morgan’s software upgrades he never did get rid of whatever programming caused her to give such bad gifts. Yet the HRD herself had impeccable taste in clothing, in hairstyle, in shoes – even her makeup was tasteful, pristine and up-to-date. Which may cause her employer to come to the conclusion that perhaps the one who had the bad taste was her former owner, Mr. Redeaux. Why else was the protocol droid giving him such ghastly articles of clothing?

 

[Caulder Dune]

Objective: D - Establish Hegemonic Automaton Presence
Location: Dead Space - Aboard a Superfreighter
Company: Morgan Redeaux
Posts: [02/20]

Gerion might have hesitated in deciding to swap shirts if he could not have literally feel the scalding hot liquid burn his chest. As a matter of fact, he was already standing, unbuttoning his shirt with the frantic pace of a man who felt like he was burning alive, uttering the most profane string of Umbaran words he could string together. One might have mistook him for an Umbaran sailor had they been standing on the other side of a wall. By the time the garment was offered to him, Gerion's previous white dress shirt was already wrenched off his shoulders. Did he have qualms with taking his top off in front of an employee? Normally, yes, but Morgan wasn't a person- she was a robot. This arguably wasn't any different than getting topless in front of a toaster oven. If that toaster oven had photoreceptors and a tendency to be mischievous.

He probably should have just let himself get burned alive, come to think of it. "Hand that to me, please."

It wans't until he had the shirt in-hand that he realized that this was some kind of printed-patchwork monstrosity. Morgan was going to be officially barred from handling his luggage after this. He'd have someone purchase a new shirt once they landed, as he suspected the rest of his nice shirts were also replaced with similar aberrations. "We're going to need to talk later, you and I, about the sorts of clothes that should and should not be purchased."

Gerion finished buttoning the shirt up quickly, making himself decent once again.

 

[Morgan Redeaux]

Objective: D - Establish Hegemonic Automaton Presence
Location: Hyperspace - Quiberon Line - En Route to Rothana
Company: [member="Gerion Ardik"]


Morgan winced as her employer continued his cursing in Umbaran, a string of very choice words that would probably make someone of a more delicate or religious nature blush. As he stripped off his clothes, the HRD’s eyes flashed a glowing blue and she scanned him momentarily, not for a lewd reason but to use her bioscan module to see if he had actually burned himself with the hot beverage. He had not, but she took a moment to also use her Doppraymagno scanner and take a look inside his body to see if he had any cybernetics and/or health problems which could be found by an x-ray. There was something foreign in his cranium but the droid would need to scan him again to find out what it was, and she wasn't going to risk her artificial retinas flashing again. Mr. Ardik was around droids all day and she was already worried that he had seen the blue light coming unexpectedly from her eyes, even if for just a second. Some beings didn’t react well to the intrusiveness of being scanned.

“I understand,” she said sagely as Mr. Ardik suggested a change in her shopping habits. “Mr. Redeaux used to complain ALL the time about the clothing I purchased. He had fairly extravagent tastes as do you. I'll make sure to get the shirt in pink and yellow. I don't want to hear another word about it, Mr. Ardik." Bless her gigabytes, she was trying hard to understand.

"Oh but I have another idea," she said suddenly. "Why don't we just have another droid pick out your wardrobe. It's not really a duty that's appropriate for the Chief of Security, don't you think?"


As one of the ship attendants walked by, Morgan caught her on the arm and said, “Can you find out what’s happening with the freighter and why we stopped so suddenly?”

 

[Darth Metus]

Objective D: 2/20

After what seemed a small eternity of venturing in the snow, there was an unmistakable din of metal meeting metal. This was a stark contrast to the repetitive crunch of snow underneath the War Droid's hulking claws. As such, the Mandalorian decided to take a look; as this was the first sign of change since he has arrived on the frozen world. Reaching up, Isley slid the cockpit glass open and leapt down to the ground; causing yet another clatter upon touching down.

"Huh." he breathed, crouching so that he might get a better look. Gloved hands reached down to the snow and quick swipes revealed what laid underneath his feet. It was indeed metal, and an initial glance said that there was a lot buried underneath the snow. He was standing on top of something that had been sitting on the surface for quite some time.

Standing tall, Isley began to scan about utilizing the suite built into his helm. This warranted looking into.

 

[EmKay]

OBJECTIVE B​

OBSIDIAN CITADEL​

.: PHASE II :.​

[member="Molly Rieux"] // [member="Phade"] // [member="Seto"] du Coteau​

____________________​

​

"They should have it from here..." Asher commented as the construction ships came looming into view from around the asteroids.

The three ships that the company spared for this project, or at least its second demolitions phase, released pods of droids that dotted the side of the massive asteroid. Asher sent out word for the others to get back to their ships, and he followed his own advice. He hopped in the starfighter and started it up, then manoeuvred to a smaller orbiting asteroid and parked upon it. He personally wanted to watch them work, and so he unstrapped himself and turned to face the asteroid. It didn't take long for the droid crew to start mining through, effectively and efficiently collecting resources while discarding useless rock into the asteroids.

 

[Camellia Swift]

[member="Irys Arist'lar"]

Military facility or no, they were asking a high profile corporate entity to walk around with no insurance if the ACA were to turn out to be planning to hold her as a hostage, of course if they were planning that then having her guards unarmed would be best, which only increased suspicion of them. So if they were plotting they were being obvious and putting the cards in their favor rather than playing subtle to catch anyone by surprise. The only reason Camellia decided upon risking herself was that her guards were still wearing phrik and would be hard to fell, while the enemy also knew nothing about the Croa so if things went south they would drop after being bitten before eventually changing and joining their ranks.

If there was treachery there would be punishment and consequences for it.

And if it really was business she would ensure that the H&K group gave her more favorable agreements for the poor arrangement. Perhaps she was getting too upset, but then she normally could handle balancing security and business matters. Although Rendili Stardrive had put a lot of. . . .time and money into the planetary defense grid around Rendili, which had needed repairs after the Sith conquered the planet since they had blown a hole in it, plus its station was fitted with bulkheads and security doors in addition to ventilation control and automated turrets that could be deployed in key intersections and trap locations. Along with security details outfitted with phrik armor for the elite guards to top it off. Maybe it was just the circumstances of what was going on with Rothana right now that made them cautious.

Ok maybe she was a bit touchy when it came to manners. . . . .

Sighing, the Rendili woman calmed herself, hoping the Bothan wouldn't guess her agitation from her twitching tail. "I would have been fine with any meal, I'm not too picky and didn't plan on worrying over it actually. The conference room would be nice though, a holo-projector always makes it easier when a design's blueprints can be shown to the people who would be using it. I'm sure you will find the vessel line to your liking as well. Not as many interdictor in use nowadays, but they always have a variety of applications; making this one double as a carrier because the powr drain reducing the weapon count should still enable it to be a terrifying warship indeed. I feel the ACA will greatly appreciate its aesthetic design too."

 

[Caulder Dune]

Objective: D - Establish Hegemonic Automaton Presence
Location: Dead Space - Aboard a Superfreighter
Company: [member="Morgan Redeaux"]
Posts: [03/20]

His brow furrowed as he straightened out the edges of his new shirt. "Morgan, I never asked you to in the first... Never mind."

Gerion cringed inwardly when she said "another droid." The fact that she was a human replica droid and not an actual human was supposed to be kept as down low as possible. This wasn't helped by her throwing little droid soirees or using that kind of talk. He would have to include that in their long discussion once this was over. And despite the fact he didn't vocally correct her, he still intended to have it. It really would not have been good for his blood pressure to engage in such conversation with an individual like Morgan. Not when something was clearly amiss on the superfreighter they were riding on.

An attendant walked by, or at least tried to before Morgan grabbed her. Etiquette protocols still seemed to require some refinement. "Nothing's wrong!" The attendant snapped, wrenching herself from Morgan's grasp and scuttling past them to get wherever she was going. The door into the adjoining hallway opened briefly as she went through, and both Gerion and Morgan caught a brief glimpse of wait laid beyond. Red warning lights were strobing silently, a small trail of smoke was billowing from somewhere, and some dislodged wires cast sparks onto the floor.

The door audibly locked once the attendant was on the other side.

"Didn't I tell you about grabbing people like that?"

 

[Morgan Redeaux]

Mr. Ardik looked absolutely dashing in his new shirt. Morgan longed to compliment him, but he appeared to be vexed by something, probably the first degree burn on his chest. Or perhaps he was afraid of the freighter having engine trouble. Either way, she stayed quiet, relieved that he didn’t notice her scanning his body, although she was going to have to let him know that he had a touch of tendinitis in his elbow and he may want to stretch a little better before exercising.

Morgan was taken aback when the female ship attendant jerked her arm away and said “Nothing’s wrong!” It wasn’t as if she had clutched her arm with a death-grip, but perhaps those combat routine upgrades made her grasp somewhat stronger than she realized. She drew her hand back and clasped it to her chest. “Oh…” she said as caught a glimpse of the small electrical fire in the adjoining passage. She turned to Mr. Ardik and began to say something but he cut her off: "Didn't I tell you about grabbing people like that?"

Her face clouded and her eyes flashed angrily. He had seen that look before… right before the stimcaf would make its way to land inconveniently in a large puddle spreading across his desk. Morgan’s bottom lip began to quiver and she let out a small sob before running to the refresher where she prompty slammed the door shut. He would hear another audible click and know that the HRD had locked herself inside.

[member="Gerion Ardik"]

 

[Caulder Dune]

Objective: D - Establish Hegemonic Automaton Presence
Location: Dead Space - Aboard a Superfreighter
Company: [member="Morgan Redeaux"]
Posts: [04/20]

In retrospect, he probably should have expected this sort of responsive. Sapient droids suffering from a lack of memory-wipes tended not to have a great deal of control of whatever routines invoked their emotions. Like anger followed by gnawing despair. Gerion wasn't oblivious to that look in her eyes shortly before she stormed away to the nearby refresher. That was just silly. Droids didn't relieve themselves- at least not the kind anyone would actually want to manufacture or purpose. He had actually expected violence or flung objects, but it appeared he lucked out this time. "Wait-"

Too little, too late, it seemed. The door to the refresher locked. Gerion stared at it for a few minutes before huffing and pulling at his collar indignantly. He wasn't supposed to feel a little bad over hurting a robot's feelings. That was like feeling bad for offending a food processor. Hell, he had ordered people killed and didn't even feel any particular remorse over that. But other options had been explored prior, obviously, and all those corpses had been getting in the way of progress prior to them becoming... Well, corpses.

But now Gerion was alone in the passenger area. Frankly, the idea of being alone out in the open when something rather suspicious was transpiring on this ship was less disquieting to him than the notion of how ridiculous he felt he was going to look when he started issuing apologies to the equivalent of a talking blender. An appliance. A machine.

Oh, the mighty. Oh, their continuing fall.

Not that Gerion ever had the necessary credentials to be considered among "the mighty" in the first place. Not by the longest of shots.

He approached the door, but didn't knock. Hopefully the refresher wasn't soundproof. "Morgan, I-"

Before it could get good, an explosion rocked the vessel. Hard. Whether or not it was internal or external was irrelevant, as it plunged the passenger area into a temporary darkness. Several wall-panels overloaded, detonating and expelling a shower of sparks. The same with a few lighting fixtures. There were no fires, fortunately, but Gerion doubted it would stay that way for long. The remaining lights blinked back on at half-power only after another moment.

"I would appreciate it if you were outside of the restroom at this time." There was strain in his voice. The kind that resulted from an internal insistence that he remain professional in his speech despite the severity of the situation.

 

[Hira Mitsae]

Rothana Heavy Engineering ​

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

~~~​

[8/20]​

See, this is where the beauty of the moment came to be. Because you might wonder why a huge conglomerate such as Ty’rel Holdings might be interested in a company such as Rothana Heavy Engineering, sure it was a glory of yore, a callback to a time when things had been much more simple and relaxed. But Irani wouldn’t have spend dimes on a simple nostalgia trip, would he?

The answer to that was already underlined, of course not. There was always a bigger play going on, some plot that only Darell saw clearly. This time it wasn’t Rothana that truly interested him, it was the assets that it could hold, its former imperial connections which went back to even before the Dark Ages of the Gulag and back towards the time of the Galactic Empire.

It had been Rothana who was firmly established as one of the companies that had worked together closely with the Imperial R&D department. A department which had been known for its cutting-edge research in almost every field known to mankind, but just as known the research was, it was just as secretive in nature.

A few hundreds of years of darkness would do that to a department already fractured and dismantled before the Plague had hit.

But Darell believed there were still facilities out there, defunct of course, unoperational definitely, but they might still have some vestiges of clues towards the research conducted. After they had managed to either find said research, or conclude that there wasn’t any, the holding company would probably be sold off to the Techno Union for a reasonable profit.

The foot sliding up his leg made Irani tilt his head just a little bit, he leaned back and under the table softly patted her leg and then motioned towards Elias.

‘Sasko and I are going to take a tour of the underground facilities, Truden. I want you and Cadell to take a transporter and meet with [member="Marek Starchaser"] and [member="Irys Arist'lar"] . Ty’rel is helping them with the construction of the shipyards and a new Lucrehulk model. Coordinate and make sure our interests are protected.’

With that done he waited for Chuck to sign the papers, for Ven to get her designer heels in place and after that would rise from his seat, offer a hand to Sasko so she could stand up.

Today would be fun.

 

[Venussia Sasko]

Objective: D
Rothana Heavy Engineering

Ven’s dagger eyes bored into Chuck as he spent the next few minutes perusing through the contract. Just sign it already. Sign it. Sign it. Sign it. Sign it. Sign it. Finally digital pen on flimsiplast was the only sound that could be heard as Chuck signed away what was most likely his career. What Mr. Irani wanted with this relic of a company was anyone’s guess. Her boss worked in mysterious ways. Like a sexy wizard. The signing was perfect timing because long, drawn-out business negotiations made Ven want to pelt people with garbage.

Venussia perked up when Mr. Irani mentioned that the two of them were going to “tour the facilities.” Is that what people were calling it these days? Galactic slang was hard. Ven dipped her foot back into her shoe so hard she nearly broke her toe, and then took Mr. Irani’s hand. She stood, smoothing out her slinky dress which was sophisticated with just a hint of slutty, and gave Mr. Truden a grin. Without further ado, the young CEO left the board room with a spring in her step.

Today was going to be awesome.

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

 

[Morgan Redeaux]

Morgan sat in the refresher and sobbed quietly for a little bit, tearlessly because she had no true way to manufacture tears. Then she heard Mr. Ardik outside the door, calling for her. Good let him just stand there and wait with no one handing him clean shirts or fawning over him like an emperor, she thought. Let him see how it feels to constantly have your affections spurned like a jilited lover. But she wasn’t allowed to wallow in her own self pity for long, as the ship shuddered, an explosion happening somewhere within its engines. By the eternal core not again, she thought, as this was not the first time the HRD had to flee an ailing ship in an escape pod.

Her Umbaran employer sounded more insistent now that she come out. “I bet you would appreciate that!” she shouted back. But in the next moment she opened the door and looked rather sheepish at her outburst. Well it was a bit silly, considering the ship was in a brownout condition and likely about to fall apart. Morgan’s vision scanner allowed her to see better even in the dim light of the freighter. She inspected the damage in the passenger lounge, stepping over pieces of the wall panels and what appeared to be some of the light fixtures.

She addressed Mr. Ardik who was more flustered now than she'd ever seen him. She almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

“The escape pod in this vessel is in there,” she said, pointing to the direction of the locked door where the attendant went and presumably where a fire was raging. She crossed her arms petulantly - oh yes, he could see she wasn’t over it yet. “But since you don’t want me grabbing any humans, I suggest to talk to them yourselves.” It was very rare for Morgan to not follow orders or offer help and assistance, but even the HRD had her moments of defiance.

[member="Gerion Ardik"]

 

[Asher]

Underground facilities. I wanted to live with the illusion that it wasn’t what my mind told me it was. Oh wait, I actually very much really lived with the illusion that it wasn’t what my mind told me it was. Tongue twisting mind bender that one. I nodded at my boss as he helped the defenseless woman out of her chair. Fingers drumming on the table I followed without saying a word. I wasn’t angry, just very curious.

Mostly as to why he would send me on a meeting with people he knew and that he worked with considerably more than I and especially to oversee a project that he seemed to be more vested in than myself.

But Tyrel Holdings was all about teamwork! One link was important to the other. I would gladly do this for the pay I was being provided as long as it kept Iron Crown going strong. Smile still holding I looked to my chief and nodded again.

“Marek and Irys.” I put the names to memory. “Got it.”

As the others stepped into their transporter I decided to give them the much wanted privacy that they needed for the next few posts. Personally I was going to meet with the mercenary that had become my subtle little ghost. We could take the next transport. [member="Marek Starchaser"] and [member="Irys Arist'lar"] were important people but what was the words, professionally late or modestly late? One of them.

Eventually one of them arrived and I stepped into the shuttle. Just as always me and the merc didn’t really talk much. It was more of an occasional staredown. A battle of wills as macho á macho tried to determine who could look the most pissed out of the two of us.

I never won.

Eventually we arrived. I stepped out of my transporter and let myself be led to the others. Hopefully the sarcasm wouldn’t be dripping next time.

 

[Hira Mitsae]

Rothana Heavy Engineering ​

[member="Venussia Sasko"]​

~~~ ​

[9/20]​

They were really going to do a tour of the underground facilities, really. There would probably be multiple detours during that same tour and it would probably end with a lot of fireworks, but that wasn’t the point of this entire escapade. The point was that the lower levels of the compound hadn’t been in use for years, many a year and with a company as big as Rothana Heavy Engineering? It could mean that there would be some kind of records, things that would give out a clue for what they- well, he was looking for.

Just as Chucky had signed the contract the private military contractors that were now under Irani’s employ had begun to file into the facility, nothing to intrusive, of course. A bunch of veterans, trained professionals all of them casually wandering into the compound and putting themselves into the appropriate locations.

It wouldn’t do if some accidents started to happen, because some chief wasn’t entirely too happy with how the negotiations had gone. Some people could be very spiteful when they were losing, so disappointing really.

Offering his arm to Ven, they casually waltzed towards the elevator that would bring them towards the lower levels of the facility. It didn’t even have a staircase, which violated all kinds of security protocols.

It seemed that they really had forgotten about what they were sitting on.

‘So.’ Irani said, as the elevator doors closed. ‘Tell me more about those growth reports.’

 

[Venussia Sasko]

Objective: D
Rothana Heavy Engineering

What was with all the burly, handsome military men filing into the conference room all of a sudden in their super-tight uniforms? Were they strippers? They had to be strippers. Was there a gay bachelor party that she didn’t know about? Why did she always miss the good parts of the meeting? As the couple made their way towards the elevator, Ven made a mental note to ask her boss about the PMC dudes who had just swarmed the room. Because if those weren’t strippers, then, well, Irani’s employees had to watch their backs for more than just “kick me” post-its.

As the turbolift closed, Mr. Irani turned to Ven, and in his toe-curling baritone asked a very important question totally pertaining to the meeting that had just commenced.

“Tell me more about those growth reports.”

Venussia suddenly pressed the emergency button on the turbolift and both she and Mr. Irani were thrown to the floor as it screeched to a stop. She found herself sitting astride Mr. Irani, straddling him with her thighs, her dark-brown hair disheveled around her face.

“You smell good.” she announced, and then began to frantically makeout with him like they were the last two people in the galaxy. In fact, if they really were the last two people in the galaxy, that would be just fine by her because most people were totally lame anyway.

[member="Darell Irani"]

 

[Caulder Dune]

Objective: D - Establish Hegemonic Automaton Presence
Location: Dead Space - Aboard a Superfreighter
Company: [member="Morgan Redeaux"]
Posts: [04/20]

“I bet you would appreciate that!”

Gerion grit his teeth. Of course he would appreciate it. That was why he said he would appreciate it. It was fine and dandy that Morgan's obvious analytic software was functioning on a level where it couldn't tell Gerion was entirely unmoved by the clothing she kept buying him, but could tell when he was sincerely appreciating something. The Umbaran made a fist behind his back and was ready to pound incessantly on the door, but it fortunately opened before he could degrade himself with such behavior. Morgan looked a lot more sheepish and forgivable than she had sounded, but Gerion was no longer interested in exchanging apologies. Not in a superfrieighter that was ready to fall apart at the seams in the middle of nowhere.

Then suddenly she was back to full petulance and indignation. Fine. He probably deserved it for some cosmic transgression he had executed at any given point in time. Karma could catch up at any given time, he was convinced. Perhaps this ship's eminent destruction was for another thing. Like letting that Graug fellow wage genocide against the Kaleesh. Those were the days...

"Very well. While we wait, go ahead and run a diagnostic and tell me how long your petulance routines are going to run for." He grumbled in some form of thanks, marching himself to the aforementioned locked door.