Moira Skaldi
Paperclip Maximiser
[member="Doll Crux"], [member="Maelion Liates"]
There was a true phalanx of holocameras waiting when Moira Skaldi, accompanied by a spokesman of the government of Loronar, entered the press conference hall. Journalists were like vampires, always on the spot when there was a good story to suck the blood out of it, especially if there was a tragedy involved. Bad news were good news after all. Nothing was better for the ratings of a news agency than a bit of controversy.
A burly Ithorian camerman stood in the background, recording everything so that it would be live for the viewers. Of course, given all the dramatic, earth-shattering events that were shaking the Galaxy - the tragedy of Druckenwell and the never-ending calls to donate money to solve the biggest humanitarian crisis in ages, the One Sith's unceasing onslaught upon the Republic or the latest raunchy pics of this or that famous actress - it was quite possible that the news would go under. If that were the case then Moira would not care much. Archangel thrived in the shadows and in secrecy.
Nonetheless, there was a time and place for that. Just as there was a time for presenting an urbane, friendly and above all human face to the public. Not everything could be accomplished by death charging all opposition like some battering ram.
"Greetings, ladies and gentlemen, on behalf of the Ministry of Industry I am pleased to announce that the bidding for the shipyards of the defunct Loronar Corporation are over. After giving the matter considerable thought and vetting each company carefully, it has been decided to award the contract to...Archangel Research and Design," the spokesman announced with an air of drama. It was an election year and the cabinet wanted to be reelected. Judicious use of bribes was always a compelling argument.
"I know there might be some voices of dissent to awarding it to a foreign corporation, but we have reached an amicable agreement that will guarantee productivity, secure the jobs of countless citizens and their families and ensure a return to normalcy. The investigation into the savage terrorist attack that shocked our nation is still ongoing and it would be wrong to trespass on the work of the security services. Archangel has promised us their full support. Ms. Nalia Alderana, co-director of Archangel, will say a few words on behalf of her company."
'Nalia Alderana' looked into the holocameras, poised, confident, though appropriately serious given the gravity of the situation. "Thank you. We welcome the chance to not only expand our business on Loronar, but bring back stability to the lives of citizens who, through no fault of their own, found their livelihood in jeopardy after savage terrorists struck. I will go on record and pledge that Archangel will honour any prior agreement made with the unions. Our takeover will necessitate changes, but at every step we will listen and not dictate. This planet was struck by a terrible tragedy, now is the time to move forward. Equally we will expect the very best from our employees. Efficiency and productivity. Already we have several designs in the pipeline for droid controlled ships to be designed on Loronar. Likewise we will be building a factory on this planet for the production of droid tanks, artillery etc. I welcome any questions."
One journalist, a brown skinned woman dressed in an elegant suit held up her hand. "Khalisat Al-Jilani, Westurland News. You make bold promises, Ms. Alderana, but is it not a fact that Archangel was a subsidiary of Baktoid? We've all heard of the terrible war crimes perpetrated on Druckenwell. The Protectorate has blacklisted your parent company for bringing the shipyards down. With such a past, how can we in good conscience trust the management of our shipyard, the pride of our planet, to your company?"
Someone else might have lost their composure but Moira simply let the gadfly speak, even looked somewhat contrite as she stared into the camera. "They key word is past, Ms. Al-Jilani. It's true that we started as a subsidiary of theirs. We knew nothing about killswitches installed in their products, all of our designs are made exclusively by us. Our debts have long since been repaid and after hearing of the terrible crimes on Druckenwell we immediately broke with them. Even now Archangel worker droids and HRDs are providing disaster relief on that planet, working day and night alongside Protectorate clean-up crews, free of charge. Our company believes in corporate social responsibility and it is in this spirit that shall determine our policy on Loronar. As a matter of fact, we welcome any journalist who would like to visit our office on Corellia to get an idea of how we do things. We pride ourselves on our transparency...and efficiency."
Oh, the dramatic irony. Deadpan droids were truly the best.
Another journalist demanded her attention, raising a delicate hand with long pianist fingers. "Maerys Cadalthor, GNN," pretty as a picture, the beautifully dressed Eldorai had been specifically placed amongst the group. No one except Moira would know that she had been enteched. That her bones were made of metal and her heart as hot as a furnace. "Allegiations of corruption, impropriety, even affiliation with criminal elements on part of the board of Loronar have come to light. What can you say to this and how will this affect your policy now that you control their shipyards?"
"I've heard about these allegations and if true they are grave. Just as disturbing as those that the One Sith - a malignant evil - were behind this attack. However, I'm sure you understand I cannot comment on mere hearsay. We must remember innocent lives were lost in this attack. The truth is something for the security services to determine. But Archangel will fully cooperate with them. Security is a major concern. It will be significantly tightened and all personnel working aboard the orbital station will be vetted. The temporary shortfall in profits will be a small price to pay and more than made up for in the future."
"Hermann Weise, Die Alternative. What do you have to say to allegations that your company has promoted militarism and warmongering? That you sell death machines to anyone who will pay and that the last thing you want is a peaceful Galaxy?"
"I dismiss these claims," this made a couple journalists laugh. "As the old saying goes, if you want peace prepare for war. I'd say that our droid designs make our clients, all of whom are carefully vetted, a lot safer. Safer from terrorists, Sith and other menaces. They are a technology of peace. As a matter of fact, I'd go so far as to say that we would make war more humane. Every battle droid built means that one boy or girl more will not have to leave home and fight in the trenches. Moreover, machines are not cruel."
"Marius Elagabalus, Daily Star. Forgive me if this question is too personal, but is it true that you and Ms. Anna Comnena are lovers? Will the wedding bells on our planet toll soon?" This question caused an outburst of laughter among several journalists and some security guards.
Moira gave an impression of looking amused and chuckled slightly. "I assume this idea was inspired by the Firemane couple. I am sorry to disappoint but we are merely good friends. Who have a close working relationship and share a common vision: To create the best, the most lifelike HRDs imaginable and spread them across the Galaxy. Science moves on and we want to be motors of progress. I am confident that we will accomplish this."
There was a true phalanx of holocameras waiting when Moira Skaldi, accompanied by a spokesman of the government of Loronar, entered the press conference hall. Journalists were like vampires, always on the spot when there was a good story to suck the blood out of it, especially if there was a tragedy involved. Bad news were good news after all. Nothing was better for the ratings of a news agency than a bit of controversy.
A burly Ithorian camerman stood in the background, recording everything so that it would be live for the viewers. Of course, given all the dramatic, earth-shattering events that were shaking the Galaxy - the tragedy of Druckenwell and the never-ending calls to donate money to solve the biggest humanitarian crisis in ages, the One Sith's unceasing onslaught upon the Republic or the latest raunchy pics of this or that famous actress - it was quite possible that the news would go under. If that were the case then Moira would not care much. Archangel thrived in the shadows and in secrecy.
Nonetheless, there was a time and place for that. Just as there was a time for presenting an urbane, friendly and above all human face to the public. Not everything could be accomplished by death charging all opposition like some battering ram.
"Greetings, ladies and gentlemen, on behalf of the Ministry of Industry I am pleased to announce that the bidding for the shipyards of the defunct Loronar Corporation are over. After giving the matter considerable thought and vetting each company carefully, it has been decided to award the contract to...Archangel Research and Design," the spokesman announced with an air of drama. It was an election year and the cabinet wanted to be reelected. Judicious use of bribes was always a compelling argument.
"I know there might be some voices of dissent to awarding it to a foreign corporation, but we have reached an amicable agreement that will guarantee productivity, secure the jobs of countless citizens and their families and ensure a return to normalcy. The investigation into the savage terrorist attack that shocked our nation is still ongoing and it would be wrong to trespass on the work of the security services. Archangel has promised us their full support. Ms. Nalia Alderana, co-director of Archangel, will say a few words on behalf of her company."
'Nalia Alderana' looked into the holocameras, poised, confident, though appropriately serious given the gravity of the situation. "Thank you. We welcome the chance to not only expand our business on Loronar, but bring back stability to the lives of citizens who, through no fault of their own, found their livelihood in jeopardy after savage terrorists struck. I will go on record and pledge that Archangel will honour any prior agreement made with the unions. Our takeover will necessitate changes, but at every step we will listen and not dictate. This planet was struck by a terrible tragedy, now is the time to move forward. Equally we will expect the very best from our employees. Efficiency and productivity. Already we have several designs in the pipeline for droid controlled ships to be designed on Loronar. Likewise we will be building a factory on this planet for the production of droid tanks, artillery etc. I welcome any questions."
One journalist, a brown skinned woman dressed in an elegant suit held up her hand. "Khalisat Al-Jilani, Westurland News. You make bold promises, Ms. Alderana, but is it not a fact that Archangel was a subsidiary of Baktoid? We've all heard of the terrible war crimes perpetrated on Druckenwell. The Protectorate has blacklisted your parent company for bringing the shipyards down. With such a past, how can we in good conscience trust the management of our shipyard, the pride of our planet, to your company?"
Someone else might have lost their composure but Moira simply let the gadfly speak, even looked somewhat contrite as she stared into the camera. "They key word is past, Ms. Al-Jilani. It's true that we started as a subsidiary of theirs. We knew nothing about killswitches installed in their products, all of our designs are made exclusively by us. Our debts have long since been repaid and after hearing of the terrible crimes on Druckenwell we immediately broke with them. Even now Archangel worker droids and HRDs are providing disaster relief on that planet, working day and night alongside Protectorate clean-up crews, free of charge. Our company believes in corporate social responsibility and it is in this spirit that shall determine our policy on Loronar. As a matter of fact, we welcome any journalist who would like to visit our office on Corellia to get an idea of how we do things. We pride ourselves on our transparency...and efficiency."
Oh, the dramatic irony. Deadpan droids were truly the best.
Another journalist demanded her attention, raising a delicate hand with long pianist fingers. "Maerys Cadalthor, GNN," pretty as a picture, the beautifully dressed Eldorai had been specifically placed amongst the group. No one except Moira would know that she had been enteched. That her bones were made of metal and her heart as hot as a furnace. "Allegiations of corruption, impropriety, even affiliation with criminal elements on part of the board of Loronar have come to light. What can you say to this and how will this affect your policy now that you control their shipyards?"
"I've heard about these allegations and if true they are grave. Just as disturbing as those that the One Sith - a malignant evil - were behind this attack. However, I'm sure you understand I cannot comment on mere hearsay. We must remember innocent lives were lost in this attack. The truth is something for the security services to determine. But Archangel will fully cooperate with them. Security is a major concern. It will be significantly tightened and all personnel working aboard the orbital station will be vetted. The temporary shortfall in profits will be a small price to pay and more than made up for in the future."
"Hermann Weise, Die Alternative. What do you have to say to allegations that your company has promoted militarism and warmongering? That you sell death machines to anyone who will pay and that the last thing you want is a peaceful Galaxy?"
"I dismiss these claims," this made a couple journalists laugh. "As the old saying goes, if you want peace prepare for war. I'd say that our droid designs make our clients, all of whom are carefully vetted, a lot safer. Safer from terrorists, Sith and other menaces. They are a technology of peace. As a matter of fact, I'd go so far as to say that we would make war more humane. Every battle droid built means that one boy or girl more will not have to leave home and fight in the trenches. Moreover, machines are not cruel."
"Marius Elagabalus, Daily Star. Forgive me if this question is too personal, but is it true that you and Ms. Anna Comnena are lovers? Will the wedding bells on our planet toll soon?" This question caused an outburst of laughter among several journalists and some security guards.
Moira gave an impression of looking amused and chuckled slightly. "I assume this idea was inspired by the Firemane couple. I am sorry to disappoint but we are merely good friends. Who have a close working relationship and share a common vision: To create the best, the most lifelike HRDs imaginable and spread them across the Galaxy. Science moves on and we want to be motors of progress. I am confident that we will accomplish this."