Mind Your Business [SJO Dominion of Hex AB, 31]

[Valae Heavenshield]

Randon – a business world.

It was a pleasant day on the busting world of skyscrapers – yet another busy morning. The transports whizzed to and fro, and people on the streets were anxious to get their days started. There were smartly dressed men and women, most of which were carrying cases and datapads in hand. And there were some filling out the lines and the small caf stands.

Inside one of the many sleek buildings, a small congregation of Silver Jedi representatives were present. They would be hosting an economic summit for foreign investors. It was a very important part of their plan to expand here on Randon. But that wasn’t all, in the convention hall down the street; there were fresh exhibitions on display. Businesses operating within Silver Jedi space were welcome to have a booth, as were any other neutral or light-sided businesses that were looking to grow here.

There were also plenty of opportunities for soldiers here – security was paramount at events like this.

And for those that chose to explore Randon, there were a lively market districts and street bazaars. Outside in the open air market, there were food vendors, textile makers, and many local crafts. It was a colorful place, full of interesting people. This area seemed to contrast slightly with the sleek business and industrial areas of Randon. Of course, there were dark alleyways, too. The native Randoni were very much the merchants and traders of old stories, many of them are still willing to barter, too.

While Randon was already quite the place for businesses, with the help of the Silver Jedi, it could truly become a gem of the sector.

AGENDA:
Economic Summit – Bravern Tower – 0900 Hours
Keynote Speaker: [member="Rozalyne Kurganova"]
Investors, diplomats, and anyone looking to learn more about the latest economic conditions of SJO. Enjoy some light refreshments before the meeting starts.

Business Exhibition – Willis Plaza Convention Center
Business in SJO space are welcome to set up an exhibit at the Convention Center! Give product demonstrations, network, and maybe even set up some new contracts. Lightsided and Neutral businesses are welcome to attend!

Market – Located along the harbor on Glenn Avenue
Come browse the local Randoni market! You’re sure to find some exotic food, artifacts from near and far, and many hand-made crafts.

Explore on your own!

 

[Reggie Faayare]

Reggie came here to see new things, but he soon realized one thing: The skyscrapers looming over him and people rushing from place to place was not his thing. There was too much going on for his taste, and reminded him of his days of selling trinkets back on Tatooine. The market was always busy and a lot was going on, but it was much worse here.

Reggie decided to go to the market along the harbor to check out what they have here. He was mostly exploring what Randon has to offer, still enjoying the region even though it wasn't his favorite place in the galaxy. It was still a nice place, just too much going on for him. He browsed the local market with his brown shirt and pants. This time around, he wasn't wearing his headband, deciding that he'd make due without it for the day.

 

[WelshPsych]

Yuroic stepped off the ramp of the shuttle that dropped him off on Randon, the world was potentially another to join the growing net of Silver Jedi worlds. He was glad to see the Order once again growing in both numbers and strengths. He had decided to stay out of the politics that were to be discussed, and he had nothing in terms of wares to sell so Yuroic did want he liked best, people watch. It was a clear sky day, the air was crisp and he felt fresh and ready to take a walk through the market. His first stop might be a drink.

Rumble...ruuuuuuuumble... Or maybe some food, Yuroic thought as he looked at his stomach and gave it a gentle pat. Shaking his head with a gentle chuckle, he headed towards the market and thought on what he wanted to eat. There were various vegetables and fruits on sale, looking fresh and inviting, that was good until his nose hit something that was meaty, cooked and deliciously unhealthy. At least, he suspected that it would be unhealthy for him to gorge on the meaty treat.

Yuroic wandered to where the smell perfumed from, his tongue slithered eagerly across his lips as he stared at the food on sale. "Looks good huh?" The vendor stated, smirking as Yuroic wiped away some eager, hunger made drool. "Yea... I mean, I guess..." He backtracked, not wanting to seem too eager and be conned out of credits. A Jedi like himself only had a limited supply!

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Location: Willis Plaza Convention Center
Objective: Business Exhibition
Company: Pizza Hutt

Because he personally had no business being involved in the Great Galactic War, Ugohr wanted to get the Skor cake sold to the Randon locals, where, hopefully, [member="Valae Kitra"] would show up at his stall, alongside one of the Squib cooks that knew the Skor cake better than anyone else. So he had a whole case of conservators that contained Skor cakes, bars of Squib chocolate and other stuff that he knew the clients loved. Especially with that portable Roto-Rooter oven for which he was grateful. But he was reminded of his last trip to SJ space, where he was simply screaming Loans, ripe juicy loans, with the other people processing loans, in a flea market on Balamak, so hopefully he might have some success among the SJ in its new area. As the first crate of frozen Skor cakes is unloaded onto the table, the Squib cook starts hollering while pizzas are being baked from frozen boxes carried in the food conservators. And also stuff that would normally be deep-fried, but here they would be tasting a somewhat different product. If the baked version proves satisfactory, maybe we can sell it in a limited fashion, the Gungan thought.

"With Skor cake, you eat sweet" the Squib cook hollered.

"Yousa hungry?"

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Redacted; double posting

 

[Dusaro Dresari]

Dusaro was himself not intrested in trade, not directly at least. In the sense of setting up trade routes, managing a company and all that, he was not particularly intrested. Simply put, he had no need of anything like that. But what he did have intrest in was what could be found at major trade hubs like this. It was a wide galaxy and while he had been to quite a few places in it, there was always something new to find and the bazaars of places like this were where you found thoes new things. So while he was in the area, he stopped by, heading down to the lower levels of the Bazaars to take a look around.

His first thought was the food vendors, specifically skewer stands. Both because he was hungry as his species needed much more meat then the standard human, but also because it smelled amazing. There was already one other at the stall he was drawn to while the street was filled with bustling bodies, Dusaro working his way over and taking a look at the menu. The spicy skewers looked amazing and so did a hunk of meat that had peices being cut off of it in hunks for consumption. "Mmm... I think i know what i am getting. What do you think eh?" He asked, looking over to the other person who was observing the stall as well.

[member="Yuroic Xeraic"]

 

[Sky'ito Yumi]

Sukai loved street stalls, often enough spending hours at them looking out for possible priceless artifacts, and it seemed that random was no let down, the street of the Bazaar packed with people from everywhere, and while the Jedi masters where off doing their own thing, Sukai would happily partake in the festive atmosphere. Unsurprisingly though Durso had opted to go to the food vendors first, his races having to consume a much higher calorie intake then humans, due to their regenerative ability, though a bit disappointing she understood that feeling, and the two had a close friendship to help each other with said problem.

The young Jin stood idly to the side, adornned in her new Skyler yukata styled robes as Durso browsed the meat stall, an inciting aroma wafting from the grills, "To be honest with your apatite I am sure that what you are getting might as well be the whole stall, honesty I don't know how you afford all this food, I know I help out sometimes but". She left the statement hanging in the air as her blue gaze fell on the other man, he looked familiar, where had she seen him before.

[member="Dusaro Dresari"] l [member="Yuroic Xeraic"]

 

[Dahlia]

Dahlia walked down the sidewalk, high-heels taking her along the harbor. There were sea birds calling and the sound of waves hitting against the shore, it was all so… peaceful. However, she did not desire peace. She was a woman that generally enjoyed the hustle and bustle of city life. That’s why Randon was so appealing. The sleek skyscrapers were just her style. But today she was here on the side of town that was less shiny and modern.

No matter her affinity for luxury, there was just something about run-down buildings that she adored.

Wearing a lady-like ensemble of a blouse, short skirt, and tall heels did make the woman stand out here. The suited man walking at her side was quiet and stony, almost like he was a prized accessory. In fact, he was just doing his job. As a guard to Dahlia Nova, he went where ever she did. But for the afternoon, he might have been seen as a beau. He’d nod when it was called for and engage in conversation when needed, but behind the lenses of his sunglasses, his eyes were watchful.

She paused and took a step closer to the railing that lined the sidewalk. Slim fingers deftly pulled a cigarette from her purse, and stuck it between her painted lips. As she leaned towards the man in the suit, he obediently provided a light. Dahlia took a long drag and then let the smoke escape into the morning air.

“You know,” She started, glancing to the side at her companion. “I think we might find what we’re looking for here.” Dahlia grinned to punctuate her point.

But just then, her eyes were drawn towards the market.

This was a popular place; she’d have to tread lightly. Over near the food vendors there seemed to be a crowd gathering. It didn’t matter much, but she would keep her distance for the time.

 

[Asaraa Vaashe]

She didn't really know what she was doing here, the middle of a market was so far out of the Padawan's comfort zone it wasn't even funny. A mission into the furthest reaches of imperial space, she could handle that, going to assist in a diplomatic mission piece of cake. Try to handle a little old woman who was trying to sell her a shawl, the normally put together and calm Padawan was lost, struggling to fend of the lady's relentless sales pitch.

"No, really I'm ok. I really don't need it!"

The Padawan desperately searched around, for something anything to get her out of here. Sometimes she could really understand where the sith were coming from with their desire to just sweep away everything in front of them. But she couldn't do that...or at least not yet.

"Look I'm really really...Oh look there are my friends so sorry, need to go."

She wasn't proud of it, not at all but the Togruta beat a hasty retreat, rushing her way towards the familiar faces she'd just spotted. It might not be what they'd been expecting, but hopefully, Yuroic and Dusaro could provide the cover she needed to shake the woman and figure out what was going on over here.

[member="Sky'ito Yumi"] [member="Dusaro Dresari"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"]

 

[John Locke]

Randon...well the man could say that he had never ever heard of the planet before, but then that was hardly surprising. It was a huge galaxy and John was a small fish in that pool, for now. This was step 3 in his plan to stretch for the heights of the galaxy...but that was a long long way away. For now, well he might not have heard of Randon before but everyone had heard about the Silver Jedi Order, so when he heard that they were hosting an economic conference in his backyard, what businessman could deny that opportunity. Certainly not he.

That was how the man found himself here, in the middle of a conference centre, the quiet mumble of the exhibitors setting up, unpacking their wares. He always found that getting there early paid off, you could watch, see who arrived organised and who was a mess. Before the polished facades were built he could see the gears behind the show, and that was something he always found useful. The cyborg looked down at the program clutched in his hands, the dull metal of his fingers crinkling the paper as he carefully folded the paper before slipping it into the pocket of his suit. Enough worrying about the set up of the sellers, maybe he should go and see how capable the Silver Jedi were of putting on a show and see which other business people had arrived.

 

[Ellidar Pertho]

This was all new to him. New planet, new species, too many people. He saw people he recognized but some many others. It gave him a little bit of anxiety. Sweaty hands, shaking... Adjusting would take a minute.

Ellidar looked at the market with a peculiar awe. Shopping for things he did not have or make was interesting. He also thought about giving something to his mother, to tell he was alive and doing well. So it wasn't really a bad idea. He strolled over to the area with a keen sense of looking for something interesting. Something, unique, very out of the ordinary. His mother liked those antiques that looked strange with a history. Looking over mutliple shoulders of people, he found a small crystal that glowed. Ellidar was sure this as the gift he was going to give.

"Yep, she'll love this, what ever it is or whatever history it has."'

But he also saw the abnormally small crowd. Purchasing the crystal, he walked over there, and saw a particular padawan he knew. He also observed a woman, who too looked familiar, an two men he did not see before. He leaned on a booth right beside, wondering what they were doing.

[member="Sky'ito Yumi"] [member="Dusaro Dresari"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"]

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Location: Willis Plaza Convention Center
Objective: Business Exhibition
Company: Pizza Hutt

"May mesa take yoursa order?"

"Yes, one Skor cake please"

"For hair or to go?"

"To go"

Stuffed-crust pizzas, breaded fish, Vader cookies were soon put onto the infrared displays, which allowed the food to remain warm while exposed in that way. And, of course, the Skor cakes would be displayed in another mobile display, this time refrigerated, alongside salad and other staples of cold Pizza Hutt food. Except, of course, for the ice cream, which could not be sold here. The Gungan looked at the refrigerated display as he saw the customer's order as being one Skor cake and he immediately took out a box containing an entire Skor cake, of which only one size was sold here. Sure, on Skor proper, the eponymous cakes would be sold in several sizes, but here on Randon, they did not have the luxury of a full-blown kitchen, so they had to make do with the available space. Here, the Pizza Hutt stall was getting crowded, as the lineups began to become longer and longer, even though not everyone was there for a Skor cake. Some wanted breaded fish, others preferred to have pizza slices, others still wanted a jar of Vader cookies.

 

[WelshPsych]

Yuroic nodded to Dusaro and then to their new member, she made a remark on the eating habits of the young Padawan. Yuroic made no comment, he did not know the Padawan well enough for him to make a remark, not yet at least. Deciding on what he was going to order, Yuroic pulled his pouch of credits and pointed to the skewer that called to him the most. Turning around, he saw that Asaraa was heading over, phased by a woman attempting to sell her clothing. The woman did not loom in best care. Holding his hand, he cancelled his order.

Wandering to Asaraa and the elderly lady, he bent forward slightly so that he could look into her eyes, levelled with his own. "Please, take this. Eat well, friend." Yuroic's voice was soft and gentle. He took the shawl and placed it in his bag. He turned to Asaraa and gave her a smile. "Come, let us explore the market together. If you would like that?" Yuroic gave her a smile.

"What brings you to Rodan, Asaraa? Joining your Master?" Yuroic inquired with a friendly tone, gesturing her to lead them on their journey.

[member="Asaraa Vaashe"] | [member="Sky'ito Yumi"] | [member="Dusaro Dresari"]

 

[Sunny Lee]

Location: Willis Plaza Convention Center
Objective: Business Exhibition

Sunny Lee entered the Convention Center with her aide at her side. Reaching up, Sunny gave the blazer that rested over her shoulders a tight tug. She eyed the rows of booths and vendors, pondering where exactly she should start. Of course, there was a pang of disappointment that came with the realization that Daehan Industries could have had a display. However, her company was currently in the middle of quite a move – and they were not in the right place for such an exhibition.

“This way,” She said in a calm, almost monotone voice to her assistant.

Together, they moved down the first row of booths. Sunny’s dark eyes took in the sights; her expression gave little indication as to whether or not she was enjoying herself. Unlike many business professionals, Sunny loathed the social aspects of her trade. She preferred working in her office, surveying messages, and relishing in the efficiency and skill of those she hired. But this sort of thing… it was well out of her comfort zone.

While it had pained the executive to uproot her company from her home-world, she knew that they would all be better off for it in the end. A move closer to the core was smart. There were ever so many more opportunities here. The new headquarters for Daehan Industries was still under construction, and she was here on Randon to scope the scene. Perhaps it would be a good place to open a new factory.

But for now, she would have to settle for the sights and sounds of the exhibition hall.

[member="John Locke"], [member="Ugohr Poof"]

 

[Gir Quee]

Location: Liberté-class Light Corvette Backwash, nearing Randon
Objective: Business Exhibition

The Backwash reverted from hyperspace close to the world of Randon. Standing in the ship's cockpit, Gir was treated to the sight of a vast amount of commercial traffic flowing the Trax Tube and several other smaller trade lanes. He began to pick out various makes and models of vessels even as the ship's crew worked their way through the world's traffic control system. In a matter of minute, the Backwash descended into the world's gravity well, flying through countless clouds before emerging to skim over a skyrise of elegant corporate towers. Gir was impressed, and if he briefly wondered if it would be advantageous to set up some sort of starship lot in the area for the Labs's civilian freighter designs. Doubtlessly there were a lot of corporations present that needed to move their goods offworld, and just as many independent traders passing through to make it worth their while.

But as the Backwash gently glided to land at a docking pad, he shelved the thoughts. As often as he preoccupied himself with small craft design, he was there to represent the company for a more strategic project that would likely have more of an impact on the galaxy and his company than any freighter they could ever design. He glanced at his wrist chrono as the deck lightly reverberated as the ship made contact with the hard duracrete landing pad. Not quite as much time as I like, but enough to not be late. I better make the best of it. With that, Gir strolled down the ramp to go through customs before he would depart to meet the others at the business exhibition.

 

[Dusaro Dresari]

Dusaro was in his standard garb, nothing particularly exciting amongst a bustling trade city like this. Still, it was what he normally was in and he enjoyed its feel and wear. While there were a few other shops that interested him, one of the best ways to get a gague on somewhere was how good the food was. It wasn't perfect, but it was a good starting point.

"I don't do all those missions for kicks and laughs you know. They all go into feeding me. As it turns out, Jed Orders, governments and all those behind the desk number counter types get all excited when i tell them yes, i have amazing endurance, strength and all that. But when i eat tell them i eat enough meat for three grown men in my regular meal and that it needs to be high quality, they suddenly get gun shy about paying my food bills regularly," Dusaro said with a broad grin of amusement as he made his 'plan of attack' on the stall. Picking out what he wanted, how much of it he wanted and more importantly what he might want to buy in bulk from the bazaar later. After the man, who looked vaguely familiar from training session before left, Dusaro stepped forward. He ended up getting three large slices of various meats, three spicy skewers, three herb roasted skewers and a bowl of meat with rice. The name was not incidental, it was a large bowl with meat cooked in a thick sauce and some rice.

"This is also why i do all that running and exercise. Many people have vices you see, death sticks, spice, heavy drinking. Mine is eating food. Good food. I just happen to have picked up a vice that i can run off easily enough." Dusaro said with a well natured smirk. In all actuality, he did not do anything like this much, not to this degree at least. That and the training regiment he put himself through to keep himself in shape would certainly balance out anything he gained today. "Want some Sky? I don't often offer to share ya know." He said jokingly to Sky, not minding at all if she did grab a piece or two. Any friend of his was welcome to his plate, he wasn't stingy but he did like to joke about it.

[member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] [member="Sky'ito Yumi"]

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Location: Willis Plaza Convention Center
Objective: Business Exhibition
Company: Pizza Hutt

The Gungan had to juggle the various orders being placed for several Pizza Hutt products, such as Vader cookies, and their corresponding Death Star-shaped jars, and he never imagined that he would even need to be juggling the demands of the lower-level workers; however, he knew that, from time to time, it was necessary to get managers to fill in for lower-level employees, especially when the subordinates call in sick or are otherwise absent for whatever reason. He was even seen juggling cookies using telekinesis, while the other cashier struggled to keep up with the demands at the register, where food flew by faster than Ugohr could juggle cookies. Especially when it came to Vader cookies, so named because the recipe came from a Beorni dark-sider on Asmeru; more than Skor cakes, more than pizzas, that's what the people attending the business exhibition wanted out of the Pizza Hutt stall. Not that people didn't like pizzas, salads, breaded fish, or cake, just that it was much easier to eat on the go than those items. Now Ugohr feels compelled to juggle in front of the audience waiting in line.

"Now, yousa will see usen juggle Vader cookies, especially if yousa want some"

 

[Sky'ito Yumi]

Sukai often wondered about the fashion sense of Dusaro outfit, it looked like something and adventure from a fantasy game would wear, true it had its Merc appeal, and she knew that said man had rather good regeneration ability. Unless the outfit served a secondary purpose, she did not know about but for merely wandering around the street market it was fine... very fine.

"I think that is what most people call one of the laws of physics, for each action there is an equal and opposite reaction, huge power, more fuel, which in your case is food, one should expect that out of anything". She returned a playful smirk as Duros went about examining the store, looking like a young child in a candy store, though her eye kept look of the other man, though seemingly familiar she just could not seem to place that face to a name of some sorts. 'looks interesting, perhaps we will meet later'.

Turing back to the mad man on a meat spree Sukai bore witness to a person holding enough food for buffet, okay maybe that was an over exaggeration, but the amount of food he had would have been able to feed her own family easily. "Soo in a nut shell you are a food addict as well, maybe some chewing gum might be of use to you as well if you mouth has gotten used to constantly being in motion", at least the stall owner was set for the day, he could probably close shop and now and still earn a profit.

She was pleasantly surprised by his offer, though soon turned her slightly curious expression to that of a wicked smile, walking behind Dusaro, placing her hand on his shoulder, "I know of something that you can share, and I bet with all this food you are eating it will taste more sweater than usual, but alas there are too many people around... so I'll just settle for one of these for now". Sukai performed a small twirl around the overencombared man, taking a spicy skewer in the process, quickly chomping down of the first piece of meat, "hmmm, not bad, perhaps I'll purchase some more a bit later".

[member="Dusaro Dresari"]

 

[Sunny Lee]

Location: Willis Plaza Convention Center
Objective: Business Exhibition

Sunny and her assistant continued to travel the aisles. While Sunny passed by all of the stalls with little more than a glance, her aide fluttered around to each – gladly accepting any gift bags and brochures that were offered. Sunny took a glance over her shoulder; her assistant was currently caught up talking with a representative at a booth that offered office supplies. Of course, she recognized that Daehan would need some contacts in this sector; she did not want to get into specifics at this time.

Clearing her throat quietly, she immediately caught the attention of her assistant.

“Yes – right away, ma’am!” Ami piped up, scampering to catch up.

For a brief moment, the pair lingered near the stage to listen to the announcer came out to speak. An armor company would be giving a demonstration on stage in one hour. Turning slightly, Sunny asked her assistant to make note and remind her. Moving on, they passed by a rather flamboyant display – one that featured a Gungan that was… juggling. Sunny was more inclined to keep on her path, but Ami was captivated.

“Did you see this, ma’am?” Ami asked, smiling.

Giving a stiff nod to acknowledge that she had seen the display, Sunny motioned for her assistant to wander at will.

 

[Ala Crescent]

Objective: Business Exhibition

In its quest to expand its market reach across the galaxy, Kiribian Systems Armory had showed up for the exhibition on Randon. KSA had a large presence on the floor, its station covering a whole corner of the convention, with displays the included full functioning models of a few of its starfighters and vehicles designed for the export market. Director Crescent, overseeeing the booth operations, now provided a personal overview of KSA's first production main battle tank, the Bengal, as a side show to her main presentation later in the day.

"The KV-01 Bengal expertly strikes a careful balance between firepower, protection, and speed to make a robust vehicle capable fulfilling multiple roles, from fire support to air defense."

She paced around the tank, looking up at the main gun. "The Bengal comes equipped with several powerful weapon systems, but the most impressive is its primary cannon, capable of indirect fire as a repulsor based mass driver cannon. As most tanks usually have little to no indirect fire capabilities, this gives the Bengal a leg up against its competition. A Bengal can be tucked safely behind a hill or some other form of cover and safely dispatch targets. With a base effective range out to 20km, this makes the Bengal also competitive with some dedicated artillery platforms. The effective range of the main gun can be greatly augmented by firing missiles or advanced shells with motors or base bleed features, like the KE-01 Hornet."

"Outside the main gun, secondary weapon systems give the Bengal quite a few options when engaging surface or aerial targets, enabling it to be an effective main battle tank."

"On the defensive side, the Bengal sports a multi-layered defensive scheme that begins with its active protection system and its autocannon, intercepting incoming missiles and other projectiles before they can detonate. Advanced reactive armor forms the next layer of defense behind that, protecting the vehicle with an additional layer of removable armor that can withstand hits from both DEWs and ballistic weapons. Finally, there is the passive armor system of the hull similarly designed to the reactive armor, while the interior of the vehicle has been designed to limit the spread of damage in the event of penetration, greatly increasing the chances of crew survival."

"Like with all KSA offerings, the Bengal comes with full network functionality as a force multiplier. More so than ever, intelligence and coordination are required to prevail in battles."

[member="Sunny Lee"] [member="Ugohr Poof"] [member="Gir Quee"] [member="John Locke"]