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[Itash Mecetti]

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ETTI IV
CORSEC

The lift doors slide open with a refined hiss.

One of the first things you notice? A large ornament in the meeting hall in the shape of a hand with a holographic planet slowly turning inside of it. It signifies something, perhaps the ideal of the corporate hold around the world it exploits. Maybe the protective grasp civilization has over the worlds it rules. Or maybe the previous owners had a distinct lack of taste and decided that this was the best thing they could come up with to bring some class into the hall.

You were invited to this conference, maybe you heard about it or read an advertisement on the HoloNet.

Your fortune waits... in the Corporate Sector. The advertisement would have read. On Taungsday, join us at the annual business conference of Etti IV! Here you will have the prime opportunity to network, to find a job or maybe finally get that investment opportunity for that amazing idea of yours!

One of the attendants, a HRD lacking the usual appearance upgrades to pass itself off as human, smiles and hands you another folder. It has a neat little map, some information about every booth if you touch them and the exact locations of the exits with additional evacuation details.

Down the corridor you can already hear the bustle and noise of the crowd.

The conference is full swing... time to mingle?

[member="Helen Havana"] | [member="Kalo Draxler"] | [member="Damian Starchaser"] | [member="Evoros"]​

 

[Helen Havana]

It wasn't too often that Helen had the pleasure of leaving Bronsoon. Indeed she had been looking forward to any opportunity of doing so, and now found herself shipbound for Etti IV.

The luxurious shuttle swept across the vast night ceremoniously, in no hurry at all to reach its destination. Starlight glistened along the lustrous hull that now glided through the upper atmosphere. On board, Helen sat patiently in the lounge. She was surrounded by half a dozen men. Most far older than she was, and even the youngest was nearly twice her age. They--as it so happened to be--were her board of trustees.

Men responsible for the management of her assets, and as a result; her life.

If Helen had her way she would be wandering the galaxy on her own this very moment. Perhaps never encountering news of this 'Corporate Sector' as she would understand it to be. Her board took it upon themselves to drag the heiress out, if only to spend her fortune and line their pockets in the process.

"You will stay close to your guard at all times. Do not speak with anyone without first being briefed by your aide. And under no circumstances should you deviate from today's plan, my lady." The chief advisor among them spoke. The others nodded coyly in agreement. Pretending as if they were just looking out for her interests.

How foolish did they think she was? Helen did not bother. She played her part, and she played it well. Helen smiled. "Of course, I will always heed your counsel."

Now the ship had landed, and Helen and her entire cohort made their way towards the conference. Fashionably late.

 

[Itash Mecetti]

"Whatcha think that statue mean then?"​

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"Tis their god. Creditus."

"Wot?"

"Thought it was a metphor."​

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"Metaphor?"

"Nah, metphor, I know what I am sayin'."​

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"Wot?"

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The four Thyrsians were softly debating with one another while Itash looked over the electronic folder.

They had arrived in the Corporate Sector only a week or so ago, but were already looking for some jobs here and there. Credits didn't appear by themselves after all. Behind him the lift doors hissed open again -- they did that periodically, bringing in more and more people -- but this time it was the lady surrounded by a cohort of older, bossy gentlemen.

Briefly met downstairs, but for some reason the gaggle of advisors hadn't been comfortable with sharing the lift with the Thyrsians and Itash. They kept staring at their armor with a ghastly look. As if they had just chewed on a lemon or something. It briefly reminded Tash of his days at court. To this day he was certain that these advisors were a distinct species altogether.

They almost always seemed to be able to find the same language and understanding no matter what species they were.

Even now they were huddling up close around the woman. Protective.

It amused Tash to a degree, but he noticed something that they somehow didn't. Something in her eyes- made him think that she wasn't the little duckling they thought they had hatched for their gold.

[member="Helen Havana"]

 

[Helen Havana]

The young heiress did indeed have a spark of sorts in her eye. The subtle glint that said: 'Hey, feth off!' to anyone who wronged her.

And indeed did she act wronged by the congregation. In what her advisors undoubtedly perceived as a courtly shield, she saw as the circle of vultures waiting for her too to die off. Without an heir of her own, the Havana line would end right then and there. The firm which managed her fund and employed the lot of them would suddenly gain a controlling interest over her estate. After due taxes of course.

Nonetheless, they were not in the business of murdering. Few of them could profit from their corruption if her wealth was under the firm's fickle nose, rather than their slight hands.

Helen looked back Into Tash's eyes just as he noticed hers. The moment was brief. Brief enough that perhaps it didn't happen at all. Merely the passing of sight blinded by the growing crowd. The cohort moved deeper within, her advisors sure to collect the document from the HRD before moving onward.

It just so happened that they passed near enough the Thyrsians that Helen's turned head was now in full view of Itash. Her eyes looking for a way out of her ordeal, at least until they discovered she was missing. Now it was merely her guard and aide as the advisors spoke among the various patrons.

 

[Darth Morrow]

Never having been a fan of politics, it was a miracle she actually decided to show. Valeska Daeranthe, one of the shortest yet angry little Zabraks you would ever meet had finally crawled out of hiding. Years had passed since her sudden disappearance alongside her former master, though she herself was now ready to take her role.

Stepping off her modest ship the woman took a deep breath in. Her yellow eyes scanning the outer walls, checking her side to make sure her weapons remained present as she pulled her robe over the meager clothing that covered her body. "I despise gatherings." Being the first thing to escape her lips when she caught view of the crowd making entry into the hall.

"Keep circling, this shouldn't take long."

With that, she made her way in, accepting the folder and viewing over the contents before beginning to scan the others surrounding her.

 

[Zef Halo]

After setting up presence in the underdeveloped territories of Wild Space within the confines of a new government - the Sovereignty, Kalo now looked to pave a new path to power all under the guise of business. The Corporate Sector had deteriorated over the years. Its stability going up and down too often for its well being.

Moving through the crowd, the cunning businessman gave glances to people whom took his attention. On each side, two rather tall security droids followed every move he made.

He did not want to give an impression he was able to capably protect himself.

He was Kalo Draxler, an opportunist in the world of business with a gentle stroke of luck. Nothing more. Nothing less.

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[member="Helen Havana"] | [member="Itash Mecetti"] | [member="Valeska Daeranthe"]​

 

[Itash Mecetti]

[member="Valeska Daeranthe"] | [member="Helen Havana"] | [member="Kalo Draxler"] | [member="Damian Starchaser"] | [member="Evoros"]

Tash thought.

Tash wondered.

Tash made a decision he'd probably slap himself over the head for.

The connection between his men and him was strange and odd at the best of times. He knew exactly where they were, could feel their emotions at the back of his head and it only took a subtle nudge for them to refocus their concentration from the statue to brighter pursuits. All it took was a diversion- a moment where the three Thyrsians grabbed the attention of the guard and the aide.

This gave Tash an opening- his mind already pushing forward accompanied by a few chosen words. "You do not truly find this young lady interesting." He said confidentially as he stepped up next to said young lady, Helen.

It didn't take much to bend their minds... how weak. Lovely.

"You are more interested in the statue, yes?"

"ye...
..es?"

"Lovely!"

His hand was already tugging at the corner of her elbow and pulling her along elsewhere. Maybe she didn't want this- maybe he had misunderstood the signaling in her eyes, if so? Well, that would be awkward, but in the grand scheme of things he was having fun already and Tash hadn't been expecting fun with this conference. So he already considered this a success.

Turning around a corner Tash leaned back against the wall. Passing them was an elder gent, scarred, tall too. Then there was a pretty Zabrak. One got a nod, the other a wink.

Before Itash refocused his attention on Helen.

"So. What did I save you from just now?"

 

[Helen Havana]

Well that was... Unexpected to say the least.

Within moments following the confusion she was shimmied along by the strange man. Though she did not resist his efforts, confirming his judgment.

Once they were around the corner and out of sight, she let out an audible sigh. "Save? That's an improper word. Though you did relieve me the displeasure of bad company." She said. Helen glanced back around the corner, watching her aide and bodyguard stare stupidly at a statue.

For the time being the board members remained entirely unaware of what happened, far too occupied with spending Helen's money.

She looked back to Itash. "And you are?"

[member="Itash Mecetti"] | [member="Kalo Draxler"] | [member="Valeska Daeranthe"]

 

[Nan'eth'illa]

She had received her invite from a coupling so shady one could easily mistake them for a black hole.

They were not the kind of people one usually trusted. One was a mad scientist, the other was Filiae's shadowy Sith master, but Filiae knew that in this matter, their interests were aligned. She never took their gifts at face value, but this time she really could not see what in the world could be the catch. It put her a little on edge. Rather that than ending up at the edge of their experiments.

Yet, she was there under her own name: Nan'eth'illa. Nethil for most.

Quietly, she had observed the conversation around the statue. She stood arms crossed and - by the Force she wanted to lean on the wall, but did not - summoned best scowl her blue lips could shape. It was a pretty good scowl.

As the bearded man escorted the damsel away from the Zabraks, Nethil swept into the discussion. She strode over to them with all the swagger she could muster, her smile turning into a confident grin as she tugged her fine jacket in place around her.

"Why it's obvious is it not?"

She looked at them each in turn with the monochromatic red of her eyes.

"Simple, let me explain." She cleared her throat and assumed her best scholar position, eyebrows curling in scrutiny "What planet is that?" The red orbs of her eyes shifted to the zabrak that had claimed it was a god earlier on. She held the stare silently, not blinking, not wavering, just staring at him until he answered.

[member="Itash Mecetti"] [member="Helen Havana"] [member="Kalo Draxler"] [member="Valeska Daeranthe"]

 

[Evoros]

She wasn't normally one for this sort of thing.

Oh, if a mission called for it she'd fit into the crowd and enjoy it. She didn't have to pretend she was having fun, didn't have to pretend she belonged. Evoros belonged everywhere. But she'd chosen the field. Calling her work centric would be something of an understatement, and work didn't usually take her places like this.

So what was she doing here?

She was curious.

The brunette was blending in tonight, dressed for the occasion but not a shade more. No matter the backdrop, Evoros was content being part of it rather than the one to contrast, to stand out. Not because it was more pleasant, but because it was safer. She never took avoidable risks.

An HRD gave her a folder, and she eyed it over as she moved down the corridor, red lips pursed. Evoros was sure she could manage to have fun here--she had to be so serious so much of the time, it was only fair. But she was wondering by now if she wouldn't have to search a while for it.

[member="Darth Filiae"] | [member="Helen Havana"] | [member="Itash Mecetti"] | [member="Kalo Draxler"] | @@Valeska Daeranthe​

 

[Cassandra Paige]

Cass hated it.

But then, right now Cass hated everything and someone else might realize that being in a mood such as that would make it unfair to judge something like this in that moment.

Cass also wasn't particularly fair.

The redhead moved through the gathering, hips swaying, looking vaguely down her nose at every booth she passed. She'd taken the initial pamphlet, between thumb and forefinger, and there still it dangled, unread, unreguarded- like most things.

Stopping at one booth, she pursed her lips, looking over the information offered.

She didn't even really want to be here, and every line of her body screamed it.

And yet, here she was.

Life just wasn't fair.

 

[Itash Mecetti]

[member="Valeska Daeranthe"] | [member="Helen Havana"] | [member="Kalo Draxler"] | [member="Cassandra Paige"] | [member="Evoros"]

Improper.

That was one way to describe Itash fethin' Mecetti.

If he paid the mild rebuke any heed it was imperceptible. He listened, but his eyes were elsewhere- roaming the conference hall further down the corridor and seeing more and more people enter. That was annoying, because it reminded Tash of responsibilities. This was exactly what he had been avoiding for years now. The plans and schedules locking him into a state of behavior... much like running along on a hamster wheel and being wholly unaware of the world around them.

But... but the luck was calling and that was different.

It wasn't the schedule calling him, it was simply opportunity that made him bow lightly (lazily we might add), before he gave her one of his smiles. "Lord Itash of House Mecetti, my Lady." That smile grew wolfish for a brief moment, before his hands curled into his belt and rested there for a bit. "Infamous sellsword, survivor of a thousands battles, winner of more. If you have ever need of a battle won... ask for Didact Defense Solutions, our prices are... okay, we are expensive as feth, but something tells me you-" Eyes traveled up and down without shame. "-can afford that."

A shrug.

"Now I must take my leave, enjoy the show." Tash didn't give her the time to bring a retort in, not once. Whilst the advisors might have had the grace to at least seem interested in her words... Itash had all of the old money upbringing, noble blue blood streaming, but none of the restraint. He passed the statue and almost as one the three Thyrsians detached themselves from the crowd. The bookish, but somewhat militant look of the Chiss wasn't lost to Mecetti, but she seemed content to continue to distract the aides.

So why fix what ain't broke?

Again as one the Thyrsians dispersed. Each one of them taking a particular area of the conference hall with flyers in tow.

They were here to advertise after all. One could not do that with word-of-mouth tales. It didn't take long for him to weave his way through the crowd, before settling down next to one particular redhead. Clear from the off-set that this one was bored to hell and back.

"Mining, hmm?" It were words meant to her- illustrating surprise at her interest, but instead... the man behind the booth seemed to lighten up. Oh, Balance preserve me. Tash thought. One of those. "Ah, yes, my Lady, my Lord, our mining consortium is always looking for adventurous investors much like yourself!" He didn't even wait to give them a word in. Instead he went through the next cycle of his clearly prearranged and scripted advertisement pitch. "Why don't I show you the returns?? They are magnificent. Never seen any better, truly!" As small hands started to rummage around his bag for something, Tash and Cass shared one look with matching eyebrows lifted.

Then Tash stepped away from the booth, assuming she would rather follow than listen to more of... that.

 

[Helen Havana]

Helen watched as Itash left without giving her the benefit of her own voice.

This annoyed her greatly, as she was all too used to it within her own home. Now a stranger on a different world? It did not embolden her curiosity towards him, but nonetheless she could not help but be intrigued all the same.

Now, rather than return to her preoccupied guards, the heiress' attention was drawn by another. The Zabrak. She first noticed the woman when Itash winked; she saw the way he skimmed the crowd for other women. Worse than a bantha in heat, that one. She thought to herself of the Dark Jedi before moving on.

Helen walked through the crowd and just as she vanished within, her trustees finally noticed her absence.

"What the hell are you two doing!?" One shouted to her escorts now utterly baffled by a statue. The glared at [member="Darth Filiae"] as well who seemed out of place, and thus threatening to their xenophobic ways.

The two men finally snapped out of it. "We were watching the statue as we--"

"Wait, where's Helen?" The aide looked around, dumbfounded.

"Fools! Go search for her, now!" With that the party fanned out in search of their missing centerpiece.

As it so happened, she was now following Valeska.

[member="Valeska Daeranthe"] | [member="Itash Mecetti"]

 

[Astrid Gray]

She had entered the lift at a moment where it had been devoid of anyone else - not that the presence of those accompanying her would've allowed them to. It gave Astrid the time to reminisce, to think back on how crazy the past year had been.

Plucked from obscurity, away from a job she had spent years building up. The Sith Empire had seen something in her work there, further bolstered by the constant questions and interviews she had been put through.

All leading her to the point of taking lead in constructing what would become SINN; the Sith Imperial News Network.

It was her baby; her creation, one that she was both in charge and the face of.

She was only known as the latter by the public, but today marked the first time she was acting on the business side of it. In both the interests of SINN and the Empire of course.

The lift doors hissed open, allowing Astrid to stride out flanked by a pair of guards. By appearance alone they looked like ordinary infantry, but a closer look revealed they had been specifically designated to her. The emblem change - that of SINN's logo, was the obvious clue. There wasn't exactly a point to hide the fact she was part of the Sith Empire, anyone who had tuned in to the broadcasts would've seen her face and known.

Astrid moved as though she didn't acknowledge they were there, taking the folder offered by the HRD and immediately beginning to look through it. She was dressed in her usual high-collared attire, occasionally stopping at each booth to take a gander at what was on offer. Astrid tried to discern if she recognized anyone, but the only one that was familiar was the Chiss. Even then though, she was only known because of the brief footage from the Mirial invasion - she had never personally spoken with the woman.

[member="Itash Mecetti"] | [member="Valeska Daeranthe"] | [member="Helen Havana"] | [member="Darth Filiae"] | [member="Kalo Draxler"] | [member="Cassandra Paige"] | [member="Evoros"]​

 

[Cassandra Paige]

Cass wasn't really looking at the booth in question. Her eyes had that particular glazed over look that had kept the attentions of the booth creature at bay. She had paused long enough to ascertain that she was not at all interested when a voice came from over her shoulder and prompted the man behind the booth to launch into his spiel.

She didn't even attempt to not wrinkle her nose.

Her own eyebrow arch was in truth lofted at the actions of both men. And when she turned away it was to go in the opposite direction.

Which would have put her against the flow of increasing traffic and made it a struggle.

Ugh, that sounded alarmingly like effort, and she completed the turn all the way around, ending up beside the dark haired man who had attracted all of the attention to begin with.

"You know when you drop crumbs from your mouth, pests like that jump on them immediately, yes?" She asked, jabbing at both him and the man behind the booth behind the curling smile. "It's best to keep such things to yourself, it's amazing how effective it can be at keeping out the trash."

[member="Itash Mecetti"]

 

[Itash Mecetti]

[member="Cassandra Paige"]

First there was nothing, but then her presence appeared next to him.

For a brief moment Tash had been forced to reconsider everything he held dear and holy in his life. Then her appearance saved him from that particular inconvenience and all was well once more. He listened, his head leaning in a fraction to overhear her over the cacophony of the crowd and the bustle. Anyone else might have bristled or become annoyed because of those jabs, but Itash?

Itash merely chuckled before allowing a mild shrug.

"To be sure, but would you be talking me now, if I hadn't inconvenienced you so?" It seemed obvious to him that this had been his intended goal all along. Make the situation unbearable and annoying, pushing her to detach from the booth and into a stride alongside him.

It was right, it was just, there was simply no other option out there. Besides... it had amused him and that was enough for him. "Who says that talking to you now is such a prize?" Paige retorted in kind and that made Tash blink. He did not break his stride, but it was obvious that the gentleman needed a moment to consider a reply to that retort.

Wasn't it obvious?

Itash wondered if that flash of wit, the glint of poisonous intellect had been imagined. "Oh. Well." He smirked at that. "I do, of course." Who else's opinion held weight besides his own, after all?

 

[Darth Morrow]

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[Darth Morrow]

It hadn't taken long for Valeska to note her new follower, taking care to slow her steps and stay merged with the crowd. A subtle hand checked for the saber at her side before continuing on.

The center began fading to a dull roar of bodies further on, most only being present for appearences, few actually interested. However it was not her goal to find information from the stands, but from the dull looking woman tailing close behind. Pausing by a stand she couldnt care less about, she turned to stsre directly to Helen.

"You follow me. Either you are extremely dumb, or unbelievably brave." The yellow eyes peered seemingly directly into her soul, seeking an answer and rather quickly growing impatient.

 

[Helen Havana]

Helen looked around them before her eyes settled back onto the Zabrak.

"And what, you'll threaten me in a crowded place?" She retorted.

Helen had to suppress an excited grin, which resulted in the awkward shift of her lips before they settled back into place. She had never been in such a moment before in her entire life, and there was a certain thrill to it. She stood her ground. "I might also add that bravery is just a word used to romanticize foolishness, but I digress."

She did feel intimidated by the yellow eyes, however. That much was true. Though she did not feel threatened when dozens of people bustled throughout the area.

"You just so happen to be a curious sight. Someone who doesn't belong... You are not dressed to impress, and do not carry yourself like someone who has the credits to spare." She continued to appraise Valeska most earnestly despite her earlier words.

"Then I must ask you, why are you are here?"

[member="Valeska Daeranthe"]

 

[Darth Morrow]

Valeska continued her glare, her yellow eyes seeming to turn different shades in subtly.

"My wealth is none of your concern. However, I am here for oppertunity. No other reason."

Looking about she made note of the individuals there, considering the options. This woman seemed to have quiet a bit considering her clothing and style, though more often than not looks were decieving. Continue on to find another, or perhaps poke at the possibility?

"I could ask the same of you. Looking frail and defensless. What are you doing here but looking to spend credit and socialize."