Show me what you've got (Dresden, Joza)

[Rosa Gunn]

Rosa's travel records criss-crossed the galaxy. She'd started out on Teth, drawing a couple of her sponsers there to meet. She'd been to Serreno to meet and Archlord, Kiara to build a settlement, Denon to meet with an exceptionally eccentric droid and attempt to assist him in his attempts to rule, Tygara to meet with a formidable woman, Dressel to meet with two government officials to discuss more settlements, Klatooine to gather another sponser and somewhere in between it all, she'd found time to swing by Ord Biniir with her husband to conduct what was meant to be a simple extraction and wound up being a precipitous rescue mission. Thank you very much Jorus.

She was exhausted, to say the least, but her travels had been productive. The Boolon Foundation was beginning to prosper, so far she'd acquired around fifty ships, a helpful droid she could use in construction, commissioned the creation of a new medical droid to be used for the Foundations core and had been supplied with a larger sum of credits than she could have ever imagined. Things were going well, exceptionally so, but she knew well enough her work was far from done.

She'd reached out to [member="Dresden M'koor"] and [member="Joza Perl"] both CEO's of companies who had expressed interest in becoming sponsors of the Foundation. She found herself once again on Dressel, settled in a chair at the head of a conference table in a small room that granted them a view of the landscape beyond. She poured herself another cup of caff, curling her fingers around it and taking a sip of the steaming bitter liquid. She wondered what the CEO's would bring to the table today.

 

[Joza Perl]

On the long list of charitable groups, the Boolon Foundation had caught her eye. Not only was it run by a Jedi Master, but had come in to support from Firemane, a powerful company that held ties with Heartbeat since it was just a little dance studio on Lianna. Things had progressed rapidly since then, her business flourishing to encompass more major operations—entertainment, cosmetics, textiles and humanitarian aid. The lattermost was something that Joza was passionate about for a number of reasons, using her influence and wealth to set up numerous clinics and stock various aid ships.

She was always willing to extend a hand to those who shared the same vision. Problem was, quite a few were insincere in their intentions, using nurses and medkits as a front to something more sinister or simply in it for the money without a care for quality instruments and training. If there was one thing she could not stand, it was shoddy work.

[member="Rosa Gunn"] was kind enough to offer an invitation to Dressel so that they could further discuss Heartbeat’s potential involvement in The Boolon Foundation. While she did not think ill of the healer, Joza wanted to get a feel for her organization and ensure that she would not be dumping resources into a scam. Likewise, she assumed that Rosa would want to be assured of her own legitimacy.

After arriving planetside, Joza was escorted to the conference room where Rosa was waiting. Stepping through the threshold, the business casually dressed Zeltron would step into the room. She would not sit yet, instead stepping forward to approach the lone woman with proper, friendly posture.

“Master Gunn, thank you for inviting me. You’ve a lovely building.” Extending her hand with a warm smile, Joza locked eyes with the woman she’d come to see.

[member="Dresden M'koor"]

 

[Rosa Gunn]

Rosa smiled as [member="Joza Perl"] entered and rose from her chair to greet her, taking the extended hand. "Thank you for coming." she retorted, waving her hand at the comment about the building. "Oh, its not mine, I just rent the conference room on occasion. Its a good neutral place to meet people and its close to the Mara Corridor which I like."

She gestured at a chair. "Please sit, can I get you a drink?" She moved to the long table, laden with caff machine and a selection of other drinks. Making whatever was requested she rejoined Joza at the table, glancing breifly at the door. She was expecting another, but it was possible that the greater issues in the Galaxy had caught him up which was fine. They would continue without him and perhaps she would cross paths with Mr Moor at a later date.

"Did you ave far to travel?"

 

[Joza Perl]

“You’ve a lovely taste in venues, then.” She offered, shaking the other woman’s hand firmly before taking her seat with a gracious smile.

“Caf would be lovely if you could, thank you.” One could never have enough caf and it was her stimulant of choice when sitting in business meetings. Cigarettes and cigarras as well, but those were reserved for different times when she didn’t have to worry about the smell clinging to her hair or clothes.

“Not far, no. I had a meeting on Monastery and spent the night.” She crossed her legs and smoothed out her skirt with the flat planes of both hands. “And quite a fast little ship to get me to and fro.” The Nice Legs was a gift from Jorus for her help in the Outer Rim. Not much of a pilot herself, she appreciated the gesture but her pilot had appreciated it even more. The minute Ivan babbled on in tech jargon was the minute her eyes glazed over.

“How’ve things been going with your foundation, Miss Gunn?” The question was polite and held a distinct curious note, nothing particularly probing or interrogating. After all, they were here to talk about the Boolon foundation.

[member="Rosa Gunn"]

 

[Rosa Gunn]

Rosa picked up her own mug of steaming caf, letting the scent wash away her fatigue for a moment before taking a sip. "Hmm, I could do with one of those." she commented about Joza's fast ship. "My old rust bucket has seen better days, though she was never built for speed." The Golden Rose she'd had for over a decade, and it was ancient when she bought it, built for cruising gently from place to place, not pushed to its limits across a dozen hyperlanes in order to make it time for meetings. That and their little outing at Ord Biniir hadn't done it any good.

She set her mug down at the question of the foundation. "Please, call me Rosa," she said gently, before continuing. "Things are going incredibly well, actually. I was surprised, perhaps foolishly so, that in a galaxy so insistent on tearing itself up with warfare so many people were prepared to do something about those affected by the bickering's of higher powers. One thing I am lacking in however, is hands. You can throw all the money you want at a cause, but without hands to use it it won't get very far."

[member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Joza Perl]

“Glad to hear that things have been going well, Rosa.” The Zeltron wrapped her hand around her own mug of caf, taking in the warm scent before bringing the cup to her lips.

“Mm,” She hummed through a mouthful before swallowing. “If it’s hands you need, I’ve got plenty. Nurses and field medics, mostly Zeltron but there are handfuls of other species. The Zeltrons are primarily young women looking for work off of Zeltros that doesn’t involve dancing or prostitution and a small percentage of the others are former slaves.” It was best to be frank about these matters especially given that the credentials of her workers could put off others. Typically those who were upset with it were those who already had something against Zeltrons. Rosa didn’t seem the type.

“They’re all medically trained. I have some combat medics who are specially trained to handle more dangerous situations and hostile environment, so you might be able to make use of them if you intend to set up shop on some more aggressive worlds.” They weren’t military police, but the Heka Healers were trained to handle civilian unrest and dangerous environments whether it be war or a murderous jungle.

[member="Rosa Gunn"]

 

[Rosa Gunn]

Rosa beamed, ecstatic at the oppurtunity to get the Foundation some good hands to help, even more so that she in turn would be providing them with off planet oppurtunities. Their background, so far as Rosa was concerned was unimportant. Only their current attitude and abilities were of concern to her. "Oh, thats wonderful news!"

She set her cup down, her expression becoming a little more serious. "I can house them, and feed them. I've got a couple of large ships that are being converted to medical transports so those without combat training would be based on these. The combat medics, I can also house here between missions, unless they have other places they'd rather be, I honestly don't mind." She'd shifted forwards slightly in her seat, her eyes glittering with excitement.

"How many hands can you provide?"

[member="Joza Perl"]