Mighty

[Thaddeus Wyse]

Kinooine, Wild Space.
[member="Darcy Sixsmith"]

“I am not sure about this, Megsy.”
“What do you mean?”

Gabriel shifted awkwardly in his ‘suit’. It wasn’t as fancy and classical like the things their parents had made him wear back in the day, but it still made him feel like he was being choked to death by his tie.

Maybe she tightened it too much. Yeah, that’s probably it.

“We both know who is behind CETO these days.”
“Oh, come on! That again?”

“Someone has to pace you when you get caught up in the moment!”

Maggy stuck out her tongue, before brushing at her dress again.

The fourth time she had done that in the space of two minutes. At this pace she would probably wipe off the dye itself from the textile- now that would be hilarious.

“It will be fine, Gabe. Trust me.”

Gabriel could only snort at that. “Oh, where did I hear that before? Ahhh, riiight. Right before an angry mob of miners chased us out of their village. We had to-”

“Sir, ma’am?” An aide - a really, really, really cute one. Interrupted him before he could finish. She send the- him, of course, an apologetic smile before continuing.

“Mister Darcy may see you now. Follow me please.”

The assistant turned around and walked out of the waiting room. Gabe rushed up, starting to follow after her.

“Let’s go, Megs. No time to waste!”

 

[Rune Shamalain]

Back to the old vintage. His assistant had given up on attempting to modernize his wardrobe and so the old styles had come back with a vengeance. Darcy was convinced that the term 'old' wasn't necessarily applicable, as he was certain that somewhere out in the wide expanse of the stars there was a planet and a people that would find him perfectly current.

Dark blues with the faintest of pinstriping reflected back at him in the glass of the scenic overlook of his minor mobile shipyard office orbiting over Kinooine. Far, far below on the dusty landscapes of the planet he thought he could just make out the shadow of the factories sitting unused since the twilight days of the Moross Crusade.

"Mr. Sixsmith," the assistant arrived, "your 2 'o clock."

Pale eyes switched back over his shoulder, a smiling gaze meeting the young faces of the two as they strode into his office, "Good afternoon," he said amiably, moving forward to shake the hand of [member="Gabriel Lethe"], "you must be Gabriel and, ah-" much more gently he took Magda's hand, "Miss Magdalena. It's a pleasure to meet you both. I thought we might conduct the meeting planetside at the facilities, if it's no trouble to you."

 

[Thaddeus Wyse]

[member="Darcy Sixsmith"]

The really, really, really cute assistant passed him and Gabey knew for sure that she gave him the look.

You know the kind of look.

That look filled with chemistry, combined with a soft, oh so soft perking of a corner of the mouth, her hand brushing some of her hair away.

The look.

Oh, this was so on-

"You must be Gabriel.” Suddenly Gabey’s thoughts got interrupted as Darcy went for his hand, firmly grabbed hold of it and gave it an even firmer shake. Soft hands, though. Probably used some kind of expensive lotion… he would have to remember to ask about it later.

“Yes, honored to meet you, mister Darcy.”

He mentioned moving the meeting to the planet itself. Probably so they could actually inspect the facilities themselves, which was just fine.

Gabe exchanged a look with Magda, who shrugged lightly. After which he nodded towards Darcy.

“Not a problem at all.”

As Sixsmith got busy discussing things with Magda Gabriel took a casual look around the office to see if that assistant was still around.

Hmff.

Gone already.

 

[Magdalena Lethe]

Magda was exchanging pleasantries with Mr. Sixsmith when the CETO CEO invited them to follow him to his private transport waiting just off the side of his office. It wasn't until she was halfway across the room until she realized Gabe was lost in looking about. After a quick double-back to grab him by the arm she steered him after Sixsmith and down the walkway into the transport.

"I read up on some of the more recent history of Kinooine," she commented as she settled into a seat, "the Moross Crusade and their religious movement. So fascinating how quickly it spread ... like wildfire. Were you part of it Mr. Sixsmith?"

The transport shuddered as it disengaged from the docking ramp and slowly pulled away from the drive yards. In the viewports she watched the small halo of durasteel surrounded by a hive of ships shrink from view to be replaced with the golden body of Kinooine.

[member="Gabriel Lethe"]

 

[Rune Shamalain]

Legs folded, hat tucked under one arm, hands settled upon armrests, Darcy considered his guests internally for a moment. To be certain their youth had caught him unprepared. Not that their age had escaped him - he'd seen their faces in plenty of Galactic News Network headlines for that very reason. One of the youngest up-and-coming successful CEO's on a multi-sector standard, who was he to pass up the opportunity to give the next generation of movers and shakers a leg up?

The man smiled gently at the mention of Moross and cultured his thoughts upon the present as much as he could, "Yes, I was ... in a way I suppose I still am. Even despite the loss of the Aesirs and the cohesion of the movement, something about it stayed with me." He pushed thoughts of loss and sadness to the back of his mind and gently cleared his throat, "Not that I subscribe to living by the rites of its religion, but many of its ideals rang true and close to my heart, as it did to millions of others. A fire spreads easily when the kindling is dry and willing; burns fast and hot."

His smile grew shallow.

"Then fades all too quickly... but we have the cinders to thank for our current predicament. The CETO drive yards would not be as they are now if not for that religious inferno; nor the mobile drydocks here at Kinooine; nor the HALCYON train systems; nor the factories planetside. All just seeds to grow in fertile soil, yes?"

[member="Gabriel Lethe"]