Public &nbsp; Under the Sun [Corporate Gala - Invite Only]

Kurayami Bloodborn |

Scherezade deWinter |

CETCOM |

John Locke |

Taeli Raaf

Darth Empyrean · Mar 29, 2020

The custom made TXS ‘Phantom’ came down with a careful approach to the party. Maliphant seemed to sigh as the ship found its feet on the landing pad, and a hundred technicians and droids came forth to begin servicing it; as the usual procedure seemed to be for these high-end places. The landing ramp opened, and he took a few steps out - the light-absorbing into the dark shades of his minimalistic, all too expensive suit; but today, it wasn’t with alabaster locks that he approached, but the Force Mask of ‘Dorian Harper’ - the Chairmen of the IGBC and in the running for the richest being in the galaxy.

A few steps took him onto the pad and he glanced back to the older gentleman beside him - slower than most, and Maliphant enjoyed teasing him about that. A quiet smirk to Caulder was all he needed before he glanced back and spoke;

“Do you think this will be worth it?”, he asked with a wry cock of his mouth.

“These places always seem to amount to nothing.”

Eocin Chiyat · Mar 30, 2020

It was sunny, it was pretty, it was exactly what one would expect from a resort world. How dull.

Still, the event itself promised to be more exciting - so many powerful people gathered into one space, conniving, scheming, ever questing for further profit. It was almost ironic that the profits of the auction would go to charity, but not to the point of being tasteless.

Garbed in a strangely monochromatic silvery suit and wearing a body of obviously artificial make - its weapons systems remove for the occasion - he entered the expo, eyes drawing first to the aesthetically pleasing androids manning his company's booth before he took the time to survey the crowd, to study the diverse mass of corporate stooges, governmental officials, and wealthy individuals.

One had to wonder when the interesting people would arrive.

OOC: Open to pretty much anything.

Caulder Dune · Mar 30, 2020

To the left and slightly behind Dorian Harper, a far less robust gentleman teetered along. Caulder Dune was a venerable Umbaran, plain and unremarkable in his old age. He dressed nicely, but not garishly, and leaned heavily on an ornate cane for support as he followed the Banking Clan's chief executive.

"You might have mentioned that before telling me to show up," Caulder dryly remarked, "I would have drummed up an excuse."

Caulder sighed wistfully, wondering what he might instead be doing with his time. Nothing, he realized. Filing paperwork, maybe, but otherwise nothing.

He decided to quickly change the subject, "I'm told the First Order is supposed to show up. Was that a factor in your decision to attend?"

Darth Empyrean

Gat Tambor · Mar 30, 2020

// WHERE AT // Corporate Expo // Technoid Booth
// OBJECTIVE // Tambor Time (Shill TIE fighters)
// KANYE TRACK // Feedback
// FOCUS // No One!

The High Lord of Skako (De facto, claimed, unofficial.) was always reluctant to get his own hands dirty with sales work. However -- in the business of being one of the leading TIE series manufacturers outside of the Sith Empire itself, the speculative prospect of sowing up a lucrative contract with the First Order in exile would've certainly been ideal even if Tambor hadn't a single clue who was bankrolling this now fringe organization.

He would find out if they ever approached him at all. Ultimately he didn't care - with his financial apparatuses planting deep sinking talons across the galaxy, be it absolutely dominating the galactic food industries via his subsidiary Huttaburger or capturing eager eyes with Ryveting Content. The Technoid Manufactorum might as well had been a passion project of Tambor's. He above all cared about nothing than creating and perfecting his own technological ventures. In person, a XT-60a Cataphract barren of any markings rested on its firing legs within his area of the showroom floor while several terminals projected holograms of creations like the TIE Slasher and TIE Bruiser among others accompanied with information laying out the specifications of each vehicle.

Tony Bonaducci · Mar 30, 2020

The sleek, symmetrical, Delta-Class ST-149 dropped into the Gilaria atmosphere. The ship landed in one of the many landing pads. The long ramp lowered, and CEO of InfiniVerse, Tony Bonaducci steppes out into the bright sunlight. Tony had been to many social gatherings and business meetings filled with the elites. Tony looked around, there were certainly lots of elietes and powerful folks that could end your career...or life, in a mere seconds.

Tony was here on behalf of the Directorate. He would not be showcasing any of the InfiniVerse products but he was here to seek contracts. His primary purpose here though, was to meet

Gat Tambor about the products the Directorate requested to purchase. Gat may be disappointed the Chairman hadn’t come along to meet him himself, but sending a representative would show that the Chairman was too busy to meet Gat. The big doors opened to the expo, and Tony walked in as the air rushes to meet him.

Aerarii Tithe · Apr 1, 2020

Pol Neuk

Principal Advisor, Arbitrage Capital

Corporate Expo

Amid the rows of stalls and booths, a violet skinned Nautolan switched on a miniature holographic projector, causing the logo of her company to appear overhead and begin to rotate. The logo - two scarlet interconnected ovals sitting beneath a wreath of gold - signified the presence of associates from one of the galaxies rising wealth management fund - Arbitrage Capital.

Pol Neuk smiled to herself and admired the logo for a moment before putting the final touches on the booth. Her boss, S.G. Nagnawek, had dispatched her to the Primo Victorian Gala with one task - find new clients. Rather than focus on quantity of clients, Arbitrage Capital focused on quality, imposing strict minimum investment caps of 50 million credits on all potential clients. In return, clients received expert and bespoke advice from a small team of highly qualified and well connected professionals who scoured the galaxy to find the best deals and the latest ways to make credits fast.

If she managed to land some some purrgils - industry slang for clients with deep pockets - her chances of promotion to partner would be greatly improved. With the booth’s holograms all set up, Pol cast her eyes across the expo floor, looking for the next future client of Arbitrage Capital.

Ryssa Yvarro |

Caulder Dune |

Tony Bonaducci

Ryssa Yvarro · Apr 2, 2020

THE PLAYA GRAND HOTEL

Ryssa stood in the ballroom where booths and tables now crowded much of it. Wall length glasteel windows guided the warm Gilarian sun into the room. Admittedly the idea of the gala hadn't sat well with her mother the CEO of Primo Victorian Shipwright, but - she could not deny the opportunity to at the very least get their name back out there. The most she would hope to score one or two investment contracts with smaller companies. Ryssa stood beside the stage, she spoke with one of the hotel managers and turned to see several VIPs enter the ballroom.

She took that as her cue to head up the stage and at the very least make the introductions. "Good afternoon, and welcome to Primo Victorian's Gala here on the beautiful island of Primero del Sol. I am Primo Victoria's Chief of Operations and I am very glad to see all of you in attendance. Primo Victoria is also grateful to the Gilarians for being such gracious hosts, and we encourage to not only explore the island but the planet as well."

"Not too far from here, at the Avalonian Palace, there is food and of course, drinks available for attendees of the Gala. I encourage everyone here to make a few contacts and encourage the networking of fellow corporations. Lastly, once more, thank you for your attendance we greatly appreciate you all." Microphone off, Ryssa handed it to one of the workers of the event who would secure it for future announcements, if any were to be made.

"Charming as usual Rys," Ariel greeted her sister at the side of the stage, "care to be any more gracious?"

Ryssa narrowed her gaze, "and just what are you doing here? I thought you were busy pulling whatever was left of our cousin's empire out of the grave."

"Ah, and you see your powers of observation have yet to fail you, for I am here on behalf of said empire, wish me luck."

Ryssa scoffed and watched her younger sister leave whilst letting a phrase or two escape under her breath, "it's not you that I'm worried about, sister." Her eyes widened a moment and then an exhale as she watched Ariel head into the crowd. After another moment or two, Ryssa headed away from the stage and toward some of the nearby booths.

Aerarii Tithe |

Caulder Dune |

Kurayami Bloodborn |

Tony Bonaducci

Darth Empyrean · Apr 2, 2020

“If I told you that, you wouldn’t have come. And what fun is it if I come alone, Dune?”, Dorian mused as he wandered ahead of the man, letting his eyes glance between the gatherings around them.

Most he didn’t know, and some he did - but most looked upon Adekos and Maliphant with some ‘awe’ or judgemental gaze. They were, afterall, likely the most high profile persons to arrive; along side

Gat Tambor - but the IGBC had dealings with many of these companies already. Through loans, hostile takovers, and much more…

Dorian imagined they didn’t much care for them as much as they did; and odd contradiction common in the business world.

“If I told you it did, would you accept that this was more important than you give it credit for?”, Dorian glanced back to him as he picked a glass of champagne off a platter that walked by them. A quick sip of it, and Maliphant smiled to the Deputy Director.

“Come, Dune - we have deals to make.”

Eocin Chiyat · Apr 3, 2020

Photoreceptors whirling, he turned his attention from his own booth - the Customer Relations Androids were naturally functioning within optimal parameters and seemed quite able to handle any interested parties - and towards a very particular Skakoan.

Never far from where the money could be found, was he?

Boots as monochromatically silver as the rest of his attire - as if to loudly proclaim his complete disregard for fashion (it seemed to change every day or so, after all, and after a few decades it got oh so predictable) - he strode towards Technoid's booth, gliding eerily through the crowd with the grace of a prowling Vornskr, shifting minutely to adjust for the unpredictable movement patterns of lesser beings.

"Ah, Chairman Tambor. I must say, the specifications of those new TIE fighters of yours are impressive, though I find myself preferring more automated models. So much more reliable, no? So much more willing to die for security... or profit."

Gat Tambor

Kurayami Bloodborn · Apr 3, 2020

Kurayami had arrived with the boss ladies earlier, he had however taken this chance to browse products and see if there was anything he was interested in buying, or perhaps licensing for Nubia StarDrives. Though wearing the armored flightsuit as was usual the helmet was clipped to his belt on the right side and though weapons were disallowed at the gala he still wore the gauntlets that went with the armor, He had deactivated the sensor for the knuckleplate vibroblades though so as to be in compliance with the rules. As he walked through the gathering of sellers and interested parties he found himself rather bored. The offerings were not his preferred ilk of things so he decided to try and meet back up with Fio and Taeli.

It was moments after thinking that would be a good idea that he realized he had never determined a place to meet with them when he was done. Well that was less than good, pulling the flask out of his flight jacket he took a long swig while trying to think of someone he could ask as to where the women may be. Though he probably shouldn't be completely blitzed when he met up with them.

Pulling out his datapad he went over the list of attendees once more and noted that the COO of Primo Victoria Shipwrights was present. Chances are she would know where Fio was at least. Now just to find her, that was going to take some time, so time to mosey on and find the boss ladies.

Fiolette Raaf |

Taeli Raaf | Ryssa Yvarro

Ariel Yvarro · Apr 4, 2020

Somewhere between the booths, and the salesmen who pitched their wares was the First Order's Moff Ariel Yvarro. Part of the provisional Moff Council she had no doubt that

Arador Terrix was somewhere in the mix. Together the two were looking for people willing to invest in the First Order, once more. Those who had an interest in others and were not nearly as self-serving as other agencies as it were. Perhaps it had been the time spent digging around Avalonia or the years spent in the Sith Empire. Ariel hadn't a clue who half of these companies were, a lot of them were names she didn't recognize.

Clearly, the days of Arceneau Trade Company and their many subsidiaries were over. Ariel wore a simple business suit and kept quiet as she looked through the goods and services that were being offered. Most seemed to miss the small pin on her lapel, the First Order's emblem. Her hands behind her back as she examined, booth after booth of holoprojections and hollow promises. Ariel's gaze lingered over TriTech Holding's booth before her attention was captured by ... Chairman Tambor's wares if she heard that correctly.

Neither Moff Yvarro or Terrix were alone, security for them had been in the form of plain-clothed agents and perhaps the sight of one or two Stormtroopers. Part of her wondered how many of these engagements that her cousin Natasi Fortan had to endure. The other part of her told her that this was necessary, "excuse me." She politely interjected between the gentlemen

Eocin Chiyat and the Chairman

Gat Tambor , "I couldn't help but overhear the mention of TIE Fighters and... from the display." A small gesture of her hand toward the holoprojections, "I would be interested in hearing more about them."

It hadn't escaped Ariel's peripheral of the two looming figures. What was left of the FOSB had briefed her on the IGBC's profile, and thus once her meeting here with the Chairman was complete. Ariel had a mind to seek them out and see about aiding the First Order's efforts to outmuscle the Sith Empire backed Dosuun Hegemony off their planet, financially at least.

Caulder Dune · Apr 4, 2020

Caulder scoffed with flourishing exasperation at Dorian's first question. "You're a resourceful man, you can make your own fun without having to lug me around."

This was a corporate gala on an exotic planet. Surely some manner of amusement could be found without the presence of a man whose optimal bedtime was 8 'o clock.

A representative from Primo Victoria took the stage. Nothing of special interest, mostly just a reminder of what was in the brochure with some added platitudes. Caulder listened anyway, of course, because you never knew when something important might come up.

Once that was done, he let himself answer Harper's following question.

"Probably not," he flatly replied. "I'll be willing to reassess once these people are actually... How to put it? Back on the map."

He trundled after the Director, in any event.

Darth Empyrean

Darth Empyrean · Apr 4, 2020

“Giving them loans to jumpstart a banking service, and help jumpstart their war machine will serve us well.”, Harper offered as he glanced over the products at a nearby booth.

It was a curious thing to see how smaller businesses such as these attempted to differentiate themselves from the totality of Mass Production; and technological innovation was the chief method for such divergence. Maliphant idled on one that seemed to work on a specialized ‘phasing’ type of technology that allowed hyperdrives to jump in place; to avoid real space weaponry. He hummed at the thought of it, made a mental note, and moved on.

“Afterall, the earlier you buy into a good investment, the more you get in returns. Would you have us wait until they are indepedent enough to work by themselves? The Eternal Empire did that, afterall, even if their self perceived ‘wealth’ is due to financial malarky.”

Tony Bonaducci · Apr 6, 2020

More vendors and guests began to arrive as the show started to begin. Tony smiled as he glanced over the several booths already set up, at least two banned the Directorate from having any contracts. A crowd began to form near the stage as a representative began to talk. Tony worked his way over. Once the lady finished, Tony worked his way over to

Gat Tambor 's booth. That was when he saw the stormtroopers. They stood out among the crowd, their shining white armor a contrast to the black drabs of almost everyone present. First order...or someone who likes to roleplay. Tony decided to find out. He continued his journey to the booth and stopped next to the Moff lady. Ariel Yvarro

Kurayami Bloodborn · Apr 6, 2020

Continuing on his rambling, less than thrilling journey, Kurayami took note of some of those around him. Some strange looking dude in an overly flamboyant suit, a semi-familiar man walking with and tesing an old man walking with him, and a droid maybe, that holy mother of the Force, he couldn't look at without squinting because silver monochromatic everything. Wow...that was overboard nad painful just to witness. So with that burned into his retinas, he continued on looking for Ryssa.

It was sometime after that he noted a gathering of a few people around a single booth. Ah, the dude selling the TIE series stuff. Yea not his cup of tea admittedly, not up to the standards he was used to as far as speed and maneuverability were concerned, but they seemed to have decent punching power for what they were. The approach of a young woman drew his attention from the displays for a moment. The way she approached was very calm and collected, bringing a cocked eyebrow from him. There was something about her that felt a bit familiar, but he brushed it off as him getting people mixed up again, even being a Force sensitive he still managed to do so quite often. Truly, a mystery for the ages.

Walking up to her, a slight limp as he did sowhen he spoke to her he made sure not to slur his words too much, but it was still clear that he was feeling the effects of the namana liquor a bit.

" Hey Miss...well I didn't get your name. Anyways do you have any idea where I can find a 'Ryssa Yvarro? I know she had something to so with this whole shebang. And I'm pretty sure she knows where the people I need to meet up with are. So yea, can you help me out?"

Ah, yet another speech of unfailing eloquence and tact. Truly a succinct means to gather the needed information. Damned drunken Corellians...

Ariel Yvarro | Ryssa Yvarro

Gat Tambor · Apr 7, 2020

It was only naturally for crowds of this breed to obtain at least a glancing interest in Gat Tambor's inventory of war fighting products. Alas - the first curious eyes came from a less than organic source in THE Erkhin Trivohld. Tambor was well aware of the man's enterprises and admittedly an admirer of them. Afterall there was genuinely only one way to the deeply secluded emotion of 'love' within Tambor's soul and that was technology in it of itself. Not only did it have to be functional and innovative but absolutely aesthetic for it to capture Tambor's imagine. Trivohld did that for the most part and so when the man spoke up it drew wide eyes from the Skakoan upon looking at the man.

"OWEEEEREREERRRRRREOEERRR- A sound comment, Trivohld. Need I inform you all Technoid vehicles and starships have a built in 'Powerslave' system to have them unmanned and functional. This 'Cataphract' here cut a bloody swathe through this Gala if it cared to- and no one is in it!" Gat offered enthusiastically to the man.

"However a certain morality chip prevents such an event from occurring on its own." Gat Tambor says, offering a rare compliment to the fellow technological luminary's product which he'd baked into one of Technoid's most widely used products.

It was then that the First Order's emmissary was quick to approach the Technoid displays. It was almost as if credit symbols flashed in Tambor's eyes when he began to speak to Yvarro.

"OWERRRRREEEEEEEEEERRROEREREUWUUUUUEEER- Yes, I'd accredit our fine technicians on Skako for the resurrection of the TIE series, all commish- all...undergone by their own ambitions, with my own oversight. Ahh- the mainline fighter of our series if of course the aptly named TIE 'Slasher', named that because...the naming scheme isn't literal - it is however equipped with heavy turbolasers which are capable of...well you know well what turbo laser batteries enmasse can do to Star Destroyers. Imagine one focused on a fighter, incredibly powerful." Tambor said, seemingly interrupting himself as he spoke.

Eocin Chiyat | Ariel Yvarro |

Tony Bonaducci

Taeli Raaf · Apr 7, 2020

"When you said I needed to get out of the house, this wasn't what I thought you had in mind," she commented to her wife Fiolette Raaf. She was reclining on a terrace of the hotel, just enjoying the sun on this world. "I had thought you had some grand adventure in mind, somewhere dangerous and with artifacts or treasure."

Although corporate gatherings could of themselves be of a different type of danger. She remembered the ATC events, the premiere corporate event of each galactic year, and Aurora had attended as many as they could. Here though... they hadn't placed an overt booth or presence for the event her step-daughter (still a weird thought) was hosting. Jaxson was busy coordinating their next generation of tech and with deciding what products would be discontinued, plus figuring out plans for moving their corporate headquarters if the Bryn'adul moved towards Erilnar next.

Kesh had been an important lesson that those monsters on the Rim were an annoyance that needed to be stopped, on top of her now undying desire to see Australis and his ilk burn. But today, she was told by her wife to just relax, maybe peruse the attendees and their products or make some contacts, and just put revenge plans on hold for a day.

Eocin Chiyat · Apr 7, 2020

It was refreshing to converse with a businessman with an eye for technology, not merely the bottom line. Too many entrepreneurs merely knew how to talk, failing in the process to understand their products and by extension best direct the efforts of those beneath them.

"Certainly not, it is one of my favourite parts of your designs - such methods have always been standard in my culture, I found it quite ridiculous when I first learned that oh so many major powers field vehicles that simply stop should their operators be neutralised. Talk about redundancy."

There was, however, something to be said for larger, more dedicated droid brains - that line of thought was interrupted by a recent arrival, however.

Noting the small emblem on her chest and the way some of the discreet security personnel he had identified earlier subtly shifted their attention to her immediate vicinity, he was far from offended. Clearly, this one held some importance in the hierarchy of the First Order's remnants. It remained to be seen whether they would ever rise from the ashes - but they had credits, and that was enough for him.

Polite enough, to those he respected, he allowed the Skakoan to make his pitch unimpeded, though he privately doubted the firepower of the Slasher's turbolasers; he had seen the rest of the loadout and he could not possibly see how a baseline generator could sustain what must be an immense power draw. [Note 06-194: Procure TIE/Hf for Performance Study.]

Sparing the briefest glances at

Tony Bonaducci , he made no move to greet the man - a criminal was a criminal, even in a fancy suit.

Gat Tambor & Ariel Yvarro

Ariel Yvarro · Apr 9, 2020

Ariel paid no mind to

Tony Bonaducci , and was about to address the Chairman when Mr. Bloodborn interrupted the conversation. "Oh, Mr. Bloodborn, yes I can certainly point you toward Ms. Yvarro," Ariel paused there first it was odd to refer to her sister in such a formal manner? Second, she knew Mr. Bloodborn to be somewhat of an expert with starfighters. "But, before I set you in her general direction, I should like to ask you a question if I may." She turned back toward the Chairman.

"This, Skakoan and his Technoid have some TIE Fighters available and I seek your opinion on the matter. What do you think of his products?" Ariel was sure to gesture toward the projected displays. She considered his opinion heavily he was, after all, a friend of the family and had flown many of Starfighter himself. She knew the Chairman had other business to attend to, "I certainly appreciate the attentiveness, Mister..." She hadn't quite gotten his name and waited for the Chairman to fill in the blank. "So I promise once Mr. Bloodborn here has made his opinion I shall make a decision and be out of your way."

"Perhaps, I could have a more formal look at your wares when this is over, however Mr. Trivohld is it?"