Private Money for Nothing

[Makai Dashiell]

OSLUMPEX V

Wearing \ Gear : X | X | X | X | X
Interacting With : Castor Crane | Liin Terallo

At their last meeting, Makai had suggest himself and Director Terallo go into business together. Last meeting the Corporate Sector Authority had put together the meeting with some interesting subjects to say the least. Director Terallo was the only one that was the promising lead, planning to go in together on a facility. Besides, the bio-molecules could be useful - eventually - on his mining ventures. He hadn't done enough research to make a yes or no determination for a long term contract. Right now, perhaps a year on the ores they refined into metal. Makai had a project going for a new type of liquid metal, of which he hoped the bio-molecules would be a cornerstone of.

Today, the main focus was a massive refinery to send said ore. Exo Crane would be facilitating the operation, given the location in Corporate Sector space. Makai would have happily did such a thing with an assistant, but the man seemed insistent to meet himself and Director Terallo personally.

Hands shoved into his pockets, he waited outside the industrial district for the two other parties to arrive.

 

[Liin Terallo]

Her arrival came a few extra minutes after that of Mister Dashiell. There was a bit of a delay at the landing platform and Liin detested being tardy to anything. It was far better to be early than to be late. If either of the Board of Directors got wind of it, she'd face a series of lectures. However a few minutes was far better than a few hours. Or even one half of an hour.

Liin walked at a brisk, yet steady pace. One that hardly looked like she was in a rush at all. A few guards accompanied her, as was part of the new protocols, yet she paid them no mind, for her attention was solely on Mister Dashiell. The promise of another business venture was a welcomed one. More importantly in the development of a new manufactured ore. Just the prospect of new and innovative ways of working with biomolecules excited her. At times her imagination would run away with her as she thought of a plethora of ideas. However she found herself having to temper some of those moments as they'd often arrive at improper times.

Spotting Mister Dashiell with his hands in his pockets, Liin approached slightly to the side of him. "Hello Mister Dashiell. I hope that today finds you well. I apologize for being slightly behind in my schedule. I hope that I am not too late. Shall we proceed?"

Tag: Makai Dashiell Castor Crane

 

[Castor Crane]

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Tags: Makai Dashiell | Liin Terallo
Location: Oslumpex

Oslumpex has long stood as one of the crown jewels of the Corporate Sector Authority, and for good reason. It lays at the crossroads of the Authority Arc and Shaltin Tunnels hyperlanes near the edge of the Sector, earning its status as a gateway world into Corporate space. It’s the first stop for hundreds of thousands of beings, from migrant workers and new hires to corporate elites and their clients.

It seemed only natural that Oslumpex see the additions of NCBM and Aina Holdings.

All the CSA’s original signatory sponsors maintained a presence in the capital, including the headquarters of voting sponsor Shipwrights and Aerospace Engineers Incorporated. Castor was eager to see two more promising allies come to enjoy the view.

The ExO arrived just after the pair of corporate officers. He smiled as he approached, extending a hand for Makai Dashiell to shake and a graceful bow to Liin Terallo when he met them.

“Welcome to Oslumpex,” Castor said kindly. Outside the cutthroat environment of the board room, the ExO seemed much less intense. The crimson glow in his cybernetic eyes was dim, but the red tint of his transparisteel irises was still slightly unsettling.

“I trust that your time between Ord Radama and now has been fruitful. I can practically guarantee that this afternoon will be.” Castor offered a moment for them to speak freely about the amenities of the Corporate Sector should they have sought lodging on Ord Radama, Oslumpex, or someplace in between. Or, of course, a safe trip to the Core and back.

He clasped his hands tentatively behind his back, looking forward to the business of the day. “Where should you like to begin?” Castor asked. “I have a comfortable conference hall nearby with amenities if business remains unaddressed, or we can proceed to the proposed site for your projects.”