The Starting Point (Techno Union Conference, Open to Faction, all others PM)

[Tmoxin Temi]

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Location: Point Modie, Maramere​

After the Techno Union moved onto the resort world of Maramere, building planners, developers and engineers had been very busy in the capital of Point Modie, constructing a new Conference Center where elite galaxy executives could host dinners, make contacts or just relax. During non-Techno Union functions, the Center would serve as a tourist get-away, so that capital could continue to flow through when the VIPs were not on the premises.

Tmoxin Temi was hosting the building inaugural ceremony for The Point, which is what the new business center would be called. The Hapan had wanted to call it the Tmoxin Temi Center because she had funded most of the development using credits from the lucrative Morpho Sports Complex, but her marketing team said that it sounded "vain and pompous." PR had also alerted her that the Temi name alone may turn off potential investors based on her "disastrous Naboo press conference." Licking her wounds in her Lok penthouse that night, she was thankful that at least she had honest advisers, if not a bit irritated by the whole naming situation.

In any case, tonight would be cause for revelry and contracts. To celebrate the center's opening, a ball was being held in one of the lavish entertaining rooms.

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Seating was plentiful, and a large wall-to-wall holomonitor was available in case any of the guests wanted to dazzle the audience with a presentation. But across the facilities there were other places in which to do business, including outdoor jacuzzis, platforms with expansive views of the ocean, and a small casino with table games. There was even a beach nearby if someone wanted to negotiate a business deal while watching an orange, watercolor sunset.

Tmoxin would be attending, not only as host, but to sign some new contracts herself for Morpho Pharmaceuticals and Morpho Sports Complex, either for operational efficiencies or a new revenue stream.

Spoiler

[member="Lucien Cordel"]l [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Corey's OOC"] [member="Raziel"] [member="Jennifer Blanchard"] [member="Prime"] [member="Darth Vizios"] [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Gerion Ardik"] [member="Lord Zrixtas"] [member="Leilani Paaie"] [member="Sirus"] [member="Danger Arceneau"] [member="Keegan Bryx"] [member="Seanna Vel"] [member="Siyndacha Aerin"] [member="Kyber Salurra"] [member="Darth Ayra"] [member="Meryn Dupont"] [member="Mr. J.P. Huntington"]

 

[Alicia Drey]

| [member="Tmoxin Temi"] |

Every Empire required food. Even those of the business kind. Alicia wasn't entirely sure what structure the Techno Union had put in place for the supply and demand of foodstuffs. But with people like [member="Danger Arceneau"] in the upper echelons of the Union, she assumed they were probably safe.

Regardless, Alicia represented Chandrila Group on the business side of things. She had recently applied for her corporation to be upgraded to tier two on the market; and with her relations with the Hutts, she was assured that the Group would surpass DataTech- her first venture- and fulfill it's potential.

That was why she was on Maramere. Perhaps it was her relations with the Hutt Cartel or she had been remembered at the recent venue hosted by the Trade Conglomerate, but she had received the invitation by Tmoxin Temi to attend the Techno Union conference on Maramere.

Arriving by public transport from Hutt space, Alicia disembarked and made her way from the space sport to The Point, where the conference was being held. After checking in, she dressed into something more suitable to the occasion, before entering the dining hall and taking her seat. Folding one leg over the other, she reclined in her seat and watched quietly.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

The air was thick with the scent of seasalt.

The last time she had ever come to a place with this much water was when she and [member="Judah Dashiell"] had invited her over to Mon Cal. They had spent time at his yacht along with Makai. The time had been.. interesting. Joyful to say the least. The days had amounted to crabbing and beachside eating, the hot sun and smoldering sunsets a vision to see.

This was different of course. This entire complex was the picture of tourism. Of class. Of Luxury. The Queen of Trade stood upon one of the larger balconies, staring off into the water from under a wide brim white hat. A summer dress hugged her form, and her silver streaked auburn hair fell in soft waves down past her shoulders. Wide black sunglasses would shield her green eyes. She had no desire to let any see them.

Not now. No. Her mind was elsewhere. In choices she had to make. Decisions.

On where she stood.

To be the spice in a man's life, and never the main course.

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

The Techno Union Conference was filling up quickly with galaxians from the Core to the Outer Rim. Ms. [member="Alicia Drey"] was among them. Tmoxin had also been to the Trade Conglomerate event, and while it was a nice night out, she hadn't come away with any new business for either Morpho venture. But now that she was the host of tonight's gathering, there would be less pressure to drum up new opportunities - she was here to facilitate them for the most part.

"Welcome Ms. Drey," she said, approaching the fellow business woman. Her Hapan grace and manners were in sharp form tonight. She wore a strapless, multicolored dress, which she thought would go well with the island theme of Maramere. There were large flowers native to Point Modie in her upswept red hair. Tmoxin took a seat at the lady's table and asked, "You are here to represent Chandrila Group, yes? Please tell me a little more about it. I think I may have a use for your services."

 

[Brooke Waters]

Maramere was one of the locations of Token Waters’s first locations. Sure, Marek had made it happen that the company of Bright Star was preparing for construction, but the reigns had changed by the time the resort on this world was put into place. The world was nice, tropical, warm, and with a nice ocean breeze. As a part of the Executive Council, Bright Star was informed on this conference and Token felt it was time to stretch her legs.

A floral dress, high heels and her hair down, the blonde made her way to The Point and straight over to the bar. Should anyone be needing catering, she’d be there, but it was also nice to keep an eye on the world around her.

Right?

Right.

 

[Alicia Drey]

| [member="Tmoxin Temi"] |

Alicia averted her gaze away from the floor, to look up at the woman who approached her. She had been contemplating the recent coronation of Vinssk Revamp, as well as the business she had with Nierce Subban. The implications and outcomes were vast. It was an interesting time.

"Thank you for hosting me, Ms. Temi." Alicia gesture to one of the seats. "Please, take a load off your feet. I am sure you will be doing a lot of moving around today."

She answered Tmoxin's question. "Chandrila Group is supplier of foodstuffs. Our catalog is small, but shall be updated whilst we expand. We are aiming to supply the basic food rations, such as wheat, grain or livestock before expanding into the more refined produce. Here, I brought a catalog for you to read."

Producing her Lenoi I, Alicia passed over Chandrila Group's catalog for Tmoxin to read.

 

[Judah Dashiell]

[[OOC Note : ]]

Spoiler

Here with permission from Miss [member="Tmoxin Temi"]

Why was he here? Maramere was a planet he had never visited. In fact, most of the Techno Union space was often a refueling point for himself. Never stopped much to look around or see what the area had to offer. There had been word of some type of conference at a luxury resort. Luxury wasn't the word to describe the location. Certainly only those with deep credits would be able to stay at the ocean side spire.


Judah needed a bit of a break, even if it was going to potentially involve business. With the Kesh facility being sold there was a bit of limbo of to where his mother would go to next. Or even if she wanted to continue to help him with Salacia. With a bit of luck though he had convinced her to stay at his home on Ceto and watch his son. Not that he didn't love taking the Tadpole on the road with him.


Kids and luxury resorts don't mix. Besides, he wouldn't be away for long.


Fresh out of the shower and clad in only a pair of casual athletic shorts, Judah moved to his balcony. He would be making his way down to the central conference area shortly. There was no rush. He was a new face to these parts and his presence was more of getting a feel for the area. See if it was worth expanding towards.


White towel vigorously dried damp curls as his warm blue gaze drifted across the glittering ocean. Towel came to rest across his shoulders as he looked around, taking in his position from the resort balcony. Eyes drifted towards the balcony next to him. A redheaded woman stood staring out the sea. Judah took her in, the form of the woman seeming familiar. The hat and sunglasses....


[member="Danger Arceneau"] ? Suppose there was one way to find out.


"Looks like we're neighbors now. I could think of worse people to be stuck with "


Boyish smile graced his features, mildly amused at the fact that if this was the one and only Trade Queen, they had wound up in the same spot without even trying.

 

[Seris Vant]

The high nose business elite and up coming of the Techno Union had gathered for some fun and networking on Maramere. Some were respectable. Others not so much. Now how they stood on the social standings of society mattered little of course. Rayl himself flew wildly from the gentleman billionaire to a debauched murderer on the daily. The root cause was simple. He had nothing to do, nothing occupying his time and attention to keep him away from his depravity. Running Black Sun, his former company. Those were full time occupations. Now working for the Hutts, sort of. Being able to come and go as he pleased. And all the troubles and old hate he carried. It wasn't doing the pirates mind any good. If things went on much longer; would a crazy man with Stay Destroyers capable of leveling planets be any good? No it wouldn't, not for making credits anyways.

Now why was Rayl here today? To dig up an old contact of course, and maybe make some new ones. A fiery redheaded woman who is literally, figuratively and named Danger was who he was looking for. The two went back nearly a decade. Shortly after he took up with the Suns was when they first met. She'd help him out with his plans. Rayl felt she owed him. ATC certainly made a lot of money when he ruled dozens of star systems as the Underlord. Now it was a galactic megacorp nearly unrivaled in the shipping business and many more areas of service and industry. Danger was probably among the top five most powerful woman in the Galaxy.

Rayl strolled into the resort like he belonged there. They key to getting into places was looking and acting like you belonged. So he checked his underhanded and bloody ways back on the Tyrant and cleaned up with a fresh haircut and a causal business suit. Time to see if he could find the woman and who else he'd meet.

[member="Danger Arceneau"]

 

[Mr. J.P. Huntington]

The resort was more than he imagined it would be - all fancy and high class. He loved it! Fighting the urge to order an exotic drink and chat up the eye candy massed around the beach - and at even the larger than life pool that sat off to the right of an even bigger floating bar - he was here on business. His company KSLH Corporation was looking to expand their influences not just through signing pacts or upgrading their bank accounts but aligning themselves with a major player in the galaxy. J.P. was no fighter - that's what the Furry Seven who shadowed him were for - but a man with expensive tastes and a knack for finding intelligent talent. The latter most employed in his company.

With his hands on his hips he realized that he was over dressed. "Swimsuits, trunks, and barely covered flesh all around and I'm standing in a three thousand credit suit," he commented then quickly added, "I'm centre stage." J.P. shrugged his shoulder heading over to one of the smaller -and land based drink stations- to order himself a drink. He was barely aware of the eyes that were on him. Rather on the Furry Seven. It was not everyday that beach goers, sun bathers, holiday seekers, and the rich seen a Wookiee around these parts - especially seven armed Wookiees.

"Well 'ol chaps," he said to his bodyguards once he received his drink, "Time to go find Miss [member="Tmoxin Temi"]. Shouldn't keep the woman waiting. 'Tis bad for business and we can't be known for conducting bad business." Sipping his drinks in spurts - he walked toward the main structure where fate and contracts awaited him.

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Tmoxin sat down across from Ms. Drey. “Thank you, don’t mind if I do.”

She held a glass of champagne which would be ubiquitous in her hand throughout the night. Tmoxin accepted the datapad and perused the Chandrila Group catalogue.

“What would you think of Chandrila being the official supplier of food for the Morpho Sports Complex. There’s a stadium that seats over one hundred thousand guests which provides drinks and concessions. On the property, there’s also a large hotel called Nym’s as well as a few other restaurants. It’s a sports crowd. I think they would enjoy the meat that Chandrila sells.”

She looked up, noting the woman’s attractiveness and poise. “Does that sound like something you would be interested in?"

[member="Alicia Drey"]

 

[Alicia Drey]

| [member="Tmoxin Temi"] |

Alicia nodded. "I would be more than happy to supply the Morpho Sports Complex. I was recently at a Swoopdueling event on Commenor. Very entertaining stuff. I am still waiting for my companies status to be upgraded in tier- it is well beyond the capacity of a tier one corporation right now- and I have already made plans to get up to tier three quickly."

"With the grains and livestock I cultivate on Chandrila, I am looking to begin selling marketable products, such as drinks and food directly to the consumer. The Morpho Complex sounds like the venue I would need to platform those products."

"Are you currently selling anything from your vendors? For example, you could name a bantha or nerf burger and advertise that to the consumer for purchase. Maybe a name like the Morpho Burger Dulux or something along those lines."

 

[Kyber Salurra]

Kyber could fit on one hand how many parties his been to in his life, however none held as much weight as this one. First impressions are everything, they say. So, he ditched his old suit for this venture and decided to try and find some a bit more relaxed attire to go with his blacked-out flash goggles for the resort. However, since this party held no weapons restrictions (doubting it would matter for him in TU space anyway), Kyber felt comfortable strapping his leather sheath to his left thigh over his pants and storing Arrikazza in it. Even with his own business and a Directorate position, Kyber couldn't help but feel just a bit out of place. He was seemingly the only one here that didn't own a giant corporation. Don't mistake that feeling for inferiority though. Kyber knew his repair shop could hold its own against any of these big businesses. Of course it could, the luxury of a small shop is being able to touch every ship himself before letting it leave. That's pretty much the only reason he'd never expand. Anyway, Kyber didn't come here to talk about his business; he came here to get to know more about the upper echelon of the Techno Union. Try to get a good idea of the interests he'll be protecting from now on.

Once Kyber had actually gotten inside the main hall he made a direct route to the bar. After ordering himself a strong drink he scanned the room for [member="Tmoxin Temi"], trying to make contact with her and get a good grip on the situation, as well as who he should be talking to. It wasn't hard, Tmoxin's attractive appearance stood out in crowds, even with her short stature. He spotted her across the room at a lone table talking with another quite attractive female, most likely about some business venture. Kyber slowly made his way to their location, glancing at other guests behind his flash goggles as he passed, taking a few sips of his short-glassed beverage. Once he reached the business women Kyber gave a large smile and offered his right hand to Tmoxin; "Hope I'm not interrupting anything, Tmoxin. Always a pleasure." Kyber then took a deep breath before turning to the unknown woman and cracking a smile, offering her his hand to shake along with it; "Hello, my name is Kyber Salurra, pleasure to meet you."

It was moments like these that Kyber appreciated the fact that of people weren't able to see behind his flash goggles. It offered him a sort of safety and security when out of his armor.

// [member="Alicia Drey"] //

 

[Danger Arceneau]

[member="Judah Dashiell"]

It was the familiar voice that struck her.

For a moment, Danger had thought she was deep in reminiscing about the time on Mon Cal, when the follow up would perk her attention and draw her out of her reverie. No small amount of surprise would wash over the redhead's shadowy visage, the bulk of her sunglasses and wide brim hat sheltering her expression.

"Mistah Dashiell?"

Her drawl would drift with a bit of puzzled bemusement, followed by the draw of her sunglasses away from her face. Green eyes would squint out, catching the image of one half naked CEO of Salacia Consolidated and well...

Well!

Brows would give a subtle arch, and her right hand came to rest on the fullness of her hip. "Reckon we are." she said, pausing for a moment as she would nibble the corner of her lip.

"Just what brings you round these parts? Makai there with you?"

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Morpho Burger Dulux was a very clever name, but Tmoxin wasn’t the product-naming expert. The Hapan CEO would leave that to others in her organization. “Wonderful idea!” she exclaimed. “I’ll have the Morpho marketing team get in touch with you about more of those types of sponsorship opportunites. There are also giant holo displays in the stadium if you'd like to purchase advertising for Chandrila."

Suddenly, an individual approached their table and introduced himself. She recognized him as one of the Directors… Security, as she remembered. She shook his hand in a military-like fashion, and in a sweeping motion, told him, “Please sit and join us Mr. Salurra. I have been hearing a lot about you and have been eager to meet you. Tell us a little bit about your company.”

[member="Alicia Drey"] [member="Kyber Salurra"]

 

[Alicia Drey]

| [member="Tmoxin Temi"] | [member="Kyber Salurra"] |

Alicia nodded. It sounded agreeable.

"How much would it cost for me to advertise?"

Nothing came for free. Perhaps it could be negotiated with the deal. She had heard of advertisement being used as leverage in the bartering stage, as one side negotiated with the other. She wondered if Tmoxin had deliberately brought it up for that reason. Perhaps she was just being paranoid.

Lifting her gaze, she fixed her eyes on the man that approached the two of them.

"Likewise, Mr. Salurra."

Lifting her hand to shake his, she said, "Alicia Drey."

After the gesture, Alicia reclined in her seat to listen to the conversation.

 

[Kyber Salurra]

"Please, just Kyber is fine." Kyber responded quickly after he finished his greetings with them both. Glancing back to [member="Tmoxin Temi"], he gave her a nod in confirmation of her request before turning back around to grab a chair from the next table over. After acquiring it he swung it around before plopping himself down in the chair so he'd be facing both women. He got himself comfortable in the chair, leaning forward and resting his forearms on his thighs before beginning with; "Well, I wouldn't call my shop a 'company'. Really just a small business here on Roon. It's called 'Kyber's Repair Shop' and people bring in their damaged or broken ships, speeders, weapons, armor, or anything else made out of metal; and then we fix it. My crew really knows what they're doing and I appreciate their hard work on all our little projects."

Kyber would turn to [member="Alicia Drey"] as he was finishing up, showing a smile while trying to include her in the conversation. He turned back to Tmoxin quickly; "I know you have the Morpho brand name under your belt," Kyber'd then turn to Alicia with another smile and an inquisitive tone, "but do you have a business venture that you can call your own Ms. Drey?"

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Ms. Drey was right that Tmoxin was going to use the advertising as a bartering tool. The stadium advertising was worth quite a lot because of the thousands of fans who went in and out of the Morpho Sports Complex during any given week. Occasionally, they would have less than stellar nights, but most of the big games tended to sell out.

"If you can think of an appropriate discount on your goods, I can give you an advertising package for free," the Hapan executive said.

She then turned her attention to Kyber Salurra. "A repair shop. I will remember that when the Sovereign Stingray needs a tune-up," she said. Or to get out the small dents she had made in the Innesco-Class Luxury Ship. Piloting wasn't her forte.

She rose and said, "Excuse me while I greet some other guests. Ms. Drey, my office will be in touch to prepare the contracts."

The Point was beginning to fill up with the business glitterati of the South Systems and beyond. She recalled that she made arrangments to meet with a droid maker, so she looked around the room for [member="Mr. J.P. Huntington"]

[member="Alicia Drey"] [member="Kyber Salurra"]

 

[Judah Dashiell]

It was rare that one could catch [member="Danger Arceneau"] off guard. Over their time together, Judah had noticed the woman was often guarded. Putting on a front for others. It was still a mystery as to why. The parts of her personality he had seen -- the real personality -- seemed like nothing worth hiding. Maybe it was the entire 'backwater desert girl' aspect she was trying to hide. Refined business folk didn't tend to care much for the backwater upbringing.


"Just visiting. I've heard about Maramere and well...expansion is important. Water worlds are important for the algae endeavor."


Judah moved closer to the woman and leaned against the partition that separated the two balconies from one another.


"No, I didn't bring Makai with me this time." Judah flashed an easy smile. "So why are you here? Vacation?"

 

[Danger Arceneau]

[member="Judah Dashiell"]

"Mores the pity." Danger would say, the faint regret at the statement that Makai wasn't with the elder Dashiell evident at the slight downcast flare that would wash over her expression.

The man sure could catch her off guard something proper, Danger would muse. A slow half amused shake of her head would follow the slight bite of one stem of her sunglasses, mulling over the presence of Salacia Consolidated's own. Drawing the sunglasses away from her mouth, she would set them off to the side, placing them on top of a nearby settee.

"Business," she would finally answer, peering up at the man from under the shadows of her widebrim hat. A half smile would grace her lips and she would study Judah. Truth be told it was rather unnerving seeing him there. Something about him always seemed to catch her just so, as if he found a chink in her armor. Normally she'd be irked, but Judah Dashiell was not the type of man that would intentionally cause any measure of insult or injury.

That only made being upset with him all the worse.

"Some associates of mine have the itch to discuss things here and there. Profit margins and the like." she'd tell him. "They decided to come somewhere pretty so that the illusion of pleasure going along with business might just soothe the attendees." she told him with mild amused sarcasm.

"I take it you've set up shop then with Salacia here if'n you're mentioning the algae fuel production?"

 

[Judah Dashiell]

"I think you only keep me around so you can see the Tadpole."


The opportunity was too good to pass up, rarely could he get a good joke in directed towards the woman. Most times he dared not to. Unless he felt particularly suicidal at one of their meetings. Today was a little different, both were in an informal setting so he felt poking a bit of fun at her would be worth it. Besides, the balcony had a nifty little barrier, it would give him a head start if she felt the pressing need to murder him.


"Business? I should have suspected much, the great [member="Danger Arceneau"] never takes a break. Makai has regaled me with his stories of your babysitting. He's quite impressed with your ability to have a foam blaster battle and handle business at the same time. I told him the modern woman is quite the marvel."


A boyish grin at another good natured joke, chuckling just a little.


"I noticed the setting. Trying to woo the big spenders and impress the nervous ones. I'll take it, especially the quiet. First uninterrupted sleep in about six years or so. Good thing I'm not staying long, I'd hate to get used to it."


A slight pause about his business. Judah was going to pass on Maramere yet it was extremely close to the Rimma Trade Route. Closer than Mon Cal, which would make it easier to visit. The trade route would insure fast delivery of the product. He was ambivalent about the Techno Union so at least the governmental force wasn't a factor in his decision.


"I think so. Going to scout a few locations today. I mean...the fuel can be made in tubes on dry land too but when the ocean is right there...why not use it? Of course, we're going to offer the tubes for the land lover who still wants to purchase."


Conversation came to a pause and he appraised her. Casual, she was clearly standing on the balcony by herself before he intruded.


"I didn't mean to just butt in on your alone time Miss Arceneau, my apologies."