Open House (Trade Conglomerate // Open)

[Jack Ross]

Spoiler

OOC Thread: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/64832-open-house-ooc-trade-conglomerate/#entry966738

Jack Ross stood with a death stick in his mouth in his signature black suit. His clear blue eyes looked out the window of one of the massive buildings that made up the Trade Plaza. It was the pillar of the Trade Conglomerate's small empire. Small, now. Indeed Jack was apart of a small trade empire that would, under its leadership, grow into something more. It would take time. But Jack had all the time in the world. That's why he was here, to help them. To help himself to the power that came with it. But regardless of wanting power, he did want to see something great happen with the Conglomerate.

Today was a big day. Today the people of the planet would gather in the square of the Plaza and listen to Jack, along with the other members of the Conglomerate, announce future plans and take questions from anyone who had them. It was a dangerous idea, knowing that an enemy or potential enemy could be out there in the crowd plotting something. But it didn't worry Jack. He was calm; hair slicked back and a neat smile on his face. Today wasn't a day to worry. Today was a day the greater galaxy knew that the Conglomerate had plans and that they would follower through with them.

After a few more minutes of admiring the sights below, the Plaza filled with people and busier than ever, Jack turned and made his way to a desk that sat just a few feet away. On it were a few things, just papers and documents though they were all neatly kept and stacked. He picked on one paper which detailed when the speech would start, about thirty minutes away. He folded it and placed it inside his jacket pocket. He walked past his desk and out into the hall, which had several people walked about it.

Jack wasn't in charge of anything major, just a small team of special forces within the private military that the Conglomerate worked with. Other than that he wasn't much else. A growing friend of the Director of the Board, [member="Xenia Nastassia"], was his only major relationship. Regardless she had recruited him personally and he was given resources, so he wasn't going to complain. One thing he was tasked with was putting this event together, which he did. Now he just had to carry it out.

He walked down the hallway until he reached a set of elevators. Stepping in he pressed the ground floor button and the door slid closed. As the elevator started moving he adjusted his tie, used his hand to flatten any crease in the suit, and did a quick slick of the hair to keep it in place. "Let's do this," he whispered to himself as the elevator slid open.

[member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]

 

[Jaster Awaud]

Jaster stood at the podium at the entrance of the massive amount of citizens gathered for the event today. It was interesting to see how much the Trade Conglomerate employed on this largely populated planet. Jaster was proud of what he build, and even more so at what he had achieved in the larger scale of things. He stood at the podium with pride and enjoyment, this was one of the rarity a within the Congloemrate, Jaster never made a public appearance, but was persuaded by [member="Xenia Nastassia"] to make a speech. It was after all his leadership that was meant to be a symbol for the Congloemrate.

He looked at the crowed and spoke, "Hello and welcome to one of the largest events planned in the conglomerate to date, you are all here to ask the question, What is the Trade Conglomerate and what can we do for you? Well I can answer that in a simple sentence, we are here to bring prosperity to those worlds who are cut off from the galactic theater." Jaster took a pause to let that sink in with the crowed, "I have assisted this organization and with determination and the help of wonderful employees and allies, we have achieved greatness and spread farther then we imagined, though we request new employees and assistance to spread even farther and do things we wish to achieve, that is why you are here, you wish to make a change in the galaxy on the largest of ways, and as such we are here to help you as much as you are willing to help us, thank you, and with further thanks, I would like to introduce Mr. [member="Jack Ross"] Who planned this wonderful event."

 

[Vora Kaar]

Sliding by a man by placing a hand on his shoulder, I turned him so I could move in towards the crowd that had gathered. I didn't know what was happening. Maybe a public execution. However I doubted it with how many guards were up at a podium. I looked around as I slid my hands into my pockets. The material made out of spacer leather, and strips of normal leather for accents, I slouched a little letting the hood of my cloak lay down on my back. My helmet still covered my face. The multiple blue glowing eyes making it look like I was a droid with an arachnid face. Quite the look if you ask me. EIther way, I just stood there as more people filed in. Even yawning in my helmet. It was when a man stood there, and began to speak, I realised this was a convention of sorts. More like a Mass hiring of people for their group.

I looked around to see someone holding a paper with information. Looking over to her, I took a few steps to my right, "Miss, you mind if I read that? I didn't get one."

She nodded her head and smiled a little as I grabbed it from her hands. She couldn't even see my face yet hers was blushing. I forgot about it and looked down at the paper. It explained just about everything about the group. People came together on a "warlord" like business, and were the type of people that let credits rule their souls. I rolled my eyes. Looks like I might have a place to work then.

I handed the paper back to the lady and thanked her with a single nod before walking up towards the front. Not caring that I was currently armed with a blaster pistol on my thigh. and an assortment of knives. Some were on my forearms, another two in my boots, three on my left thigh, another on the small of my back, one strapped to my chestplate. and another on the right upper arm. I looked rather daunting to a normal person. Well, more so a citizen. A guard? probably not since they dealt with this stuff almost daily.

I pushed past others to reach a mic. I got in the line and waited my turn. So far, I was going to be close to the front. So I might be able to talk to them. Public? sure. I could live with that, but my nerf herder of an attitude might make it embarrassing for them. Private might make it a little bit easier for them. While I was waiting, I took one of the knives from my thigh to sling around on my finger. The heavier hilt made it perfect for throwing, and even more so when i could spin it around my hand and fingers.

"Just because you are here, does not mean you are important."
"Not right now Drex. In public."
"You know of all people he doesn't care."
"Shut up."

[member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"], [member="Jack Ross"],

 

[Jack Ross]

Jack stretched himself out as he waited inside the building. Jaster was making the introductory speech. While he did Jack took a quick hit of his half-death stick that was inside a small case. He took it out and light it back up. Inhale death. Exhale smoke. He walked over to the window and saw Jaster and the crowd. He smirked. "You did this," a voice in his head told him. "You are building an empire that was feast on the dying flesh of its enemies and crush their skulls with the heel of your boots."

Jack inhaled again, exhaled again. "I'm not there yet," Jack quietly told himself. "But you will be," the voice replied. "You know this is the first step, now we run." Just as the voice finished Jack heard his name and the cheering of the crowd. Show time.

Jack finished what he could of his stick and dropped it to the ground, some ash spreading about the nice clean floor. He walked out the door and into the sunlight, greeted by the crowd and guards, who all nodded to him as he walked. He smiled wide and waved at everyone he could. As he reached the podium he shook the hands of Jaster and smiled as he turned to the crowd. He waited a moment for everyone to quiet down. "I don't believe in miracles," Jack started. "I don't believe that there is an end to the Era of Chaos, as so many refer to it. I don't believe in heroes. But I do believe in a little bit of hope."

"Liar," the voice said.

Jack shifted position so he was leaning forward a bit. "When I met Jester and was introduced to the Trade, I didn't think it would help me. I thought to myself, 'Yea, another group of arrogant nobles who would fight with credits in one hand and a blaster in the other.' But I was proven wrong, quickly in fact. They took me in, they made me one of them. The Trade isn't just a group of businesses, it's a family. A family that allows everyone one of its members experience the joys of working, building, and contributing. And they gave me hope that maybe we can save those who need saving." Jack stood up straight and looked around for a moment. "We fight for a better tomorrow; we fight the good fight."

Jack waited as the crowd started applauding. "Welcome home Jack," the voice in his head told him. As they started quieting down Jack moved forward again. "Jaster, myself, and many other representatives and members of the Trade will now go to the booths on the two sides of you," Jack pointed to several booths, which were neatly put aside from the crowd, "to take questions and have friendly discussions with you, the people. Thank you."

Jack stepped back and let the crowd cheer. He walked over to Jaster and shook his hand once more. "Not bad for my first public appearance."

[member="Windstrider"]
[member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]

 

[Mythos]

Animus was in the shadows behind the leaders as an *extra layer of protection* as unnecessary as that was.
Animus clapped and whistled hard as the introduction of [member="Jack Ross"] came up.
The Trade Conglomerate had Animus' backing and help if they ever needed it.
[member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] was a Man Animus Respected and considered among his most valuable allies, so when he had heard of the Trade Conglomerate Activity, he felt obligated to attend. As one who would soon be a Ship Builder for the Organization, he was behind in the shadows close to Jaster and enjoying the activity.
He hoped the Plaza would open up new helpers and hands for the Trade Conglomerate. Animus knew this corporation and soon to be.... Empire of the Trade Federation, would be a powerful asset one day, and Animus wanted to have the distinction of being one of it's earliest members, to see it grow and flourish brought a sly smile to his face.... Oh... the Worlds he would crush with their help one day...

 

[RC 212]

[member="Jack Ross"]

Althea stood amongst the crowd with arms crossed. The sly look only just peered from under her tri conrer hat and she moved with a catlike ferocity as the crowd began to part. Quickly she stepped into the booth, shoving the other patrons aside roughly and closed the door. The lights were pretty dim in here. Not much to illuminate what she could, what she might do.

What she might do?

Oh but that was the thing. The young woman had a plan and a mission. This was just one part of a greater scheme, but still these trade weirdos might have their part to play.

"So tell me then Mr.?" She asked. Her tone dripped with honey as she moved towards the desk, one step at a time.

When she was close enough to touch him, she stopped. One hand tapped the hilt of her cutlass, whilst the other hung loosely from her gunbelt.

"What kind of protection might a flourishing empire need. You know I would much like an employer and it would be.... well downright disappointing if some of your cargo were to disappear, maybe end up in the hands of the hutts?"

 

[Ala'Tir]

Ala'Tir stood in the mass of the cheering crowd, confused. What was going on ? He was here out of sheer curiosity, and the fact that his shuttle to the next system didn't leave for another 6 hours or so. He had caught wind that there was to be some sort of speech or gathering in the city square, so the Gen'Dai decided to explore a little more of the galaxy. Besides, it beat sitting around doing nothing. But instead of having his questioning satisfied, he was even more confused. What did this company do, exactly? What were they fighting for? Who were they fighting? At the mention of fighting in his mind, Ala'Tir immediately thought of his father and felt shameful, remembering the way his mind snapped, the way he left that human in the cabin, or what they could scrape from him off the bulk of the wall...
No. He wasn't going to let his father's decisions bring guilt upon him. He would only let his actions drive Ala'Tir to find him and bring him back to his mother and brother. But now wasn't the time to think of this. The armoured alien looked around him, easily a foot taller than even the tallest sentient in the crowd. His thoughts had distracted him, and it seemed the crowd was moving to some sort of booth. But why?
"Excuse me, friend.",, Ala'Tir said politely while tapping on the back of a Human woman. She turned around and looked up to see the huge set of armor, species indistinguishable. He relished the anonymity his armor provided him, allowing him to blend in and divert unwanted attention, since most were not accustomed to seeing a Gen'Dai."I'm afraid I was not paying attention to my surroundings. What is going on right now?" She smiled warmly and said, "Oh, you didn't hear? We're getting to ask the Trade Conglomerate's head leaders and representatives questions!" Ala'Tir nodded, thanking her, then turned back to his thoughts. Well, that was a way to get his questions answered. The Gen'Dai got in line for the booth on the left of the stage and waited for his turn patiently, making small talk with the fellow sentients in line with him...
[member="Althea Raxis"][member="Animus Malgus"][member="Jack Ross"]@Windstrider@Jaster of Clan Awaud

 

[Mythos]

Animus put his eyes on the assassin [member="Althea Raxis"].
He was 7 feet behind [member="Jack Ross"] but his eyes were upon her.
It was a warning, he saw her hand go to her hilt and so did his, stepping closer now 5 feet behind the man. His eyes grew bigger to the Assassin, locked to her own. His intent was unmistakable. Golden Orbs of fury and hatred that pierced the night sky.
"Sir", he whispered into jack's ear. "Can i take care of this?" His tone was dry and cold. His eyes locked upon the assassin even as he spoke... any sudden movement, and Animus would spring into action.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Animus Malgus"]

This new blood in the room was interesting. Althea turned halfway, twisting her head to peer at him over her shoulder. Her left side was presented to him, the vibrocutlass hanging loosely on her belt. Her brown eyes locked with his and the cunning woman sneered, dripping derision. Inside her mind she began to gather the force, taking in the energies of the void and weaving them into something entirely new.

Small words escaped her lips in whispers as the energies began to expand around her, slowly leeching onto the younger mans aura. They were ancient words, words of a tradition long in the shadows. She was casting a bloodtrail on him, marking his soul. No matter where he went, he would not be able to hide, she could always trace him, see where he was like a thin line in a series of webs.

"And you are?"

She asked. One hand clenched slightly, her blades ready to erupt from their recesses.

 

[Mythos]

Animus did not answer, his eyes locked upon the assassin, Golden Orbs of Vicious intent, as his hand stretched out towards her, The force slowly exhuming pressure on her body, more and more the pressure of the force started to build up all around her, Animus did not want to make a Scene, not in a public place like this, But he would if he had to.
Suddenly his hand went from an open palm, to slowly beginning to turn to a fist.
The Force would slowly being to surmount, causing pain at first, if the Assassin did not desist, he would end it, Crushing the assassin with the force into a ball of goo.
For Now animus just built the pressure of the Force Crush, it would cause Pain perhaps break a bone. Animus had crushed Steel Boxes with this force... what was a Bone in comparison?
A Sly Grin of Evil swept through his face. Animus whispered in a kind voice "If it is work you want... that we have... but i suggest you place your weapons at my feet first.." it was both An Opportunity, and a Warning.

[member="Althea Raxis"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Animus Malgus"]

Althea laughed a hearty laugh. The force was in that laugh shrill and piercing. Yes certainly force attacks worked well, but only if you didn't also posses the force yourself. A distraction was a prudent defence to a focused power such as a force crush. And a distraction was quickly summoned up from her lips. As she spoke the ancient words from the book of shadows the white current within her began to swirl and pulsate.

Mystic energies poured into her soul, seeping into every pore. One could almost swear her eyes grew a bit lighter, with a green tinge.

"A force cage is only as powerful as what it can hold friend."

Falnassi teachings were an essential part of the Nightsister repertoire. Some illusions were powerful, others were not. Still more corporeal illusions could inflict pain, maybe not lethal, but still pain. Pain on all levels, the force and physical. Slowly two other bodies appeared beside the young Sith. Two versions of herself, shimmering into existence, swirled by smoky opalescent fog.

They both drew their phantom swords, steel rung heavy in her ears and Althea smiled. These illusions were her will, her manifestation. Where they struck, pain was to follow....

 

[Mythos]

Animus sighed in visible annoyance, Pain was something Animus could withstand as he let the sabers plunge into him writhing in pain gritting his teeth, but his focus on her never wavered. He had known of Illusions and the power they held, he knew Illusions are just that, cause pain, mental maybe physically, but not real, and nothing compared to the wrath of Fire Animus had known, nothing like what Ferus had made him go through.

Animus clenched his hand into a fist in a Force Crush and Force pull, he wanted to get a better look at this, Assassin, if that is what she was. So he beckoned on the force to bring her closer, and he amplified his force Crush, His Telekinesis was Acute, and she would not be dragged to him, but float.
"That was not very nice....is this how you treat all your future employers?" He said gritting his teeth in pain. "Surely, petty magic and smoke and mirrors is not all you have" Animus did not move, he let Telekinesis bring her to him. Still, he did not want to harm her, but he could not stop his Psychopathic grin as his hand clenched into a fist focusing the Force Crush on her left leg, attempting to break her Shin. tsk tsk tsk... "You have potential... but wasted on magic tricks instead of true power, the Power of the Force..."
[member="Althea Raxis"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Animus Malgus"]

Her feet slid across the deck and she grinned as the skin on her leg began to slightly compress, causing her a great deal of pain. For a younger forcer this one was powerful. The illusions themselves were just that, smoke and mirrors. Deception and trickery were very powerful agents to the uninitiated, which was surprising that he was initiated.

Still there was limits to the force crush, and this time instead of the white current her focus shifted into the dark current. Another spell escaped her lips, softly carrying the energies into the fingertips of her leather gloves. Both hands clasped before her and sickly green electricity began to coaelesce around them, shaping itself into a spear.

Roiling lightning, dripping like plasma launched forwards towards the Sith, a perfect spear of electricty, but ladden down with illusive power. Dark current illusions mixed with the conventional Nightsister lightning lanced out, hoping to catch the young Sith point blank. It was not enough to be lethal, but certainly enough to knock one on the backside, and cause considerable tissue damage.

"Smoke and mirrors serve me well young Sith."

Yes that was she deduced he was, a Sith. Certainly behaved like one.

"I had no intention of fighting, but you surely did." She mocked, brown eyes lighting up with laughter as her leg crushed ever more slightly by the second.

More of the dark current was immersed into her. The blood vessels around her eyes began to strain at the dark energies she wielded, cracking and turning slightly purple. Another spell from the Book of shadows was coming to her mind, soon to escape her lips if the crush did not relent.

 

[Mythos]

Animus might have been a young force user, be he had already been drenched in the blood of Sand Panthers, Survived a battle with a massive Undead Rancor but most importantly he spent time with T'zanoth Zebron. Alot of time with T'zanith Zebron actually, an Acolyte who used Lightning profusely.

So when the crackling and humming of the electricity began to charge in her hands Animus did not act on Instinct, Instinct told him to break the Force Crush and Hit the deck in hopes of dodging the blast, But Experience had taught him that lightning had a counter, popping up his lightsaber from his belt he deflected the lightning blast back at the user just as he had seen done before, but he himself has never done it, The movement of the lightsaber was instinctive but the force Crush was not, He never wavered the pressure. Animus Grew Angry, his Anger fed into the Force such was the ways of the Dark side.
Anger fueled him, he was done playing games, he focused all his strength on the Pressure on her left leg with the full intention of snapping her shin, all the while he pulled her towards him, as she got close he realized she was quite lovely, and her eyes were... strange.
"Don't make me kill you..." Animus Growled in Anger and Rage, the Force now Amplified at least double in strength because of his Rage and frustration. Anger, Hatred, Frustration, Desperation, these were the wells of the Dark Side, and now Animus was Drawing upon them, to Snap the Woman's Leg.

[member="Althea Raxis"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Animus Malgus"]

And so the final spell escaped her lips. Both hands spread wide like and eagle and she crouched, feeling the pressure still beginning to tear the muscle slightly. At the expositions of the final gutteral sounds her head bowed, and then snapped back up, eyes alight with fire. Dark Current cursed through her veins, steadying herself. The Siths anguish and pain only fed the dark current, making its connections stronger and more vital. The electricity had not done as intended but from her body a compressed wall of dark energies pushed out, resisting the crush.

Finally the pain in the leg stopped as she matched the Sith, will for will. While he used the force, his anger and hatred, she drew on the very energies of the void itself. Both were equal, but different and more than a match for one another. The only mistake the Sith had made was pulling her in too close. She was now within striking distance and wielding two force powers at once did not allow one to focus solely on the task at hand.

Her blades sprang from each recess underneath her leather gaunletts and another shrill laugh escaped her. The blood vessels around her eyes were completely purple, corrupted by the massive vortex of dark energy she was pumping, like a conduit full of too much juice.

"It is unwise to draw you enemy close enough to strike you Master Sith. I did not come here to fight, or to kill your beloved handlers."

The shield was holding, both manifestations straining against one another. Her leg was certainly damaged. In a fight it would definitely slow her down.

 

[Mythos]

Animus was impressed. Turned off his lightsaber and laughed loud and heartedly. "Well, why didn't you say so?" He gave a smile still laughing psychopathically as he approached her with arms wide closing the already close distance. Animus walked even closer than that, close enough that he could smell the peculiar hint of... death she had around her. He sensed something in her, he was still too much of an Acolyte to determine what exactly were her powers, but she intoxicated him, peaked his curiosity.
He offered her his hand to walk with him noting her leg would cause her trouble walking. "I have job opportunities my dear" a Hint of lust in his voice "But i do not employ the weak or disgruntled" He said smirking and eyeing her close and intently, he still had his wits, and a reflex to defend himself, but Animus liked to gamble with his life a bit too much, he considered the risk worth the reward. "Shall we take a walk and discuss your upfront payment for your ensured employment?"
Animus would spare no expenses and cut no corners... had she cast a spell on him? Animus thought, if she did, Damn good spell.

[member="Althea Raxis"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Animus Malgus"]

At last he let up and she lowered her hands. The Dark current began to fade. Her eyes began to return back to their normal state, blood vessels quickly repairing themselves. She smirked, brown eyes peering from beneath her hat. With a chuckle she pushed the hands down, retracting both blades in the same motion. The young Sith had given her a run for her money, but then she herself had not fully developed her powers. One day she would spear some one with that lightning spear, and it would be glorious.

"I didn't come to bandy pathetic words either Master Sith. You may dispense with the pleasantries. I have a certain vested interest in many things. Credits, Power, Alchemical Formulas and Acquiring Sanction for my crew from a Major power."

She paused, ignoring the pain in her leg, as she walked. Only the slightest limp betrayed her.

"As you can see I have a very particular set of skills. I can create things, I can destroy things and I can steal things. I'm guessing the Trade conglomerate might need a little muscle on the side, to..... dissuade would be competitors?"

 

[Mythos]

[member="Althea Raxis"] "You guess correctly" Animus said with a sly smile. "And you don't have to convince me of your powers and abilities i have measured them first hand"
Animus said as he gestured a mech droid, luckily their display had gone largely unnoticed ( a Miracle ) by the public but it could have gone much worse, the crowd mumbled but quickly died down. "The pleasantries as you call them are protocol Miss, necessary to all business dealings especially the ones who inquire a Sanction from a Major Faction Credits are not a problem" Animus shot her a look of seriousness, Animus was now finally, after much toil in the position to actually give her what she needed, but he would do it His way, or no way.
A Large multi seated Speeder came by in front of them as Animus Opened the door for it. "After you" he gestured to the speeder with a sly smile.
First he needed to get her away from the crowd and into an office of the Trade Conglomerate where they could further delve into what she needed, how she needed it, and how to get it to her.

 

[T. Greg]

[member="Althea Raxis"] [member="Animus Malgus"]Tristan watches from the distance leaning against a wall arms crossed he wasn't wearing his standard sith rodes no instead he was wearing black and grey very old mandolirion armor with no helment dating back to before the first sith Jedi war many sith did wear different kinds of armor and clothing other than there sith robes but Tristan stood out looking like a bounty hunter of the mandolrian class but the only reason he wore it was cause it was made with full mandolrian iro which is widely known for its ability to take light saber strikes

 

[RC 212]

[member="Animus Malgus"]

"Not an issue."

With a quick movement she settled down into the speeder. The seat was hard, but no overly so. Roughness was a quality she had long learned to endure as a Pirate and as a child in the Dathomir Jungles. Hopefully this was the start of her new life, a chance to get some funding and maybe a better ride. Privateer Class Frigates did not always hold up well against the larger ships of the Galaxy.