Welcome to the New Age (ACA Aftermath Thread, Open to Business Owners)

[Danger Arceneau]

The Rutian would lead [member="Darell Irani"] into the inner sanctum of what was Arceneau Trade Headquarters.

They would delve deep into the pourstone building, past the guards and the high security consisting of Hegemonic Droids as well as Darkwater Hergalics.

There were a few looks at their direction here and there, but no one would bother them. He was a guest of Miz Arceneau, and therefore, all knew that there was a method to the madness.

It wasn't long before the large double doors would open at the end of a corridor, revealing a vast office with a large overlooking balcony.

There, standing with a cigarillo perched between cherry lips, stood the Queen of Trade.

Dangeruese Rose Arceneau.

Less than a handful knew her full name; the 'Verse only knew her as Danger.

As volatile and hazardous as her namesake.

 

[Sasha Santhe]

Sasha received [member="Marek Starchaser"]’s message. She was more than a little annoyed. “Oh so I get a functionary when I call your line, but you can just call me straight up?” She shook her head over the holo, “I need you Marek,” she said with pouty lips and wide eyes. “I need your help, I have some factories I’m building on the planet and I’d appreciate a little help from the Techno Union. Creating jobs isn’t as profitable short term as it could be, however I think you’d be impressed with some of the new Technologies being developed here in your own back yard. I’d like to give you a tour.”

 

[Corey's OOC]

Marek couldn't help but laugh and shake his head. “Well, sweet-cheeks, you're on my turf right now. When we go to Lianna I can sit on hold all day if you want to be that mean.” Though, he'd call her direct if he needed something from Santhe. Granted, whatever she wanted, he'd probably fold to.

Sasha hot.

“So, facilties in construction on our worlds? Where do you want to meet?” And who else was he still waiting to hear from. He needed to get [member="Raziel"]'s attention to get the reports on the new companies entering the space, who to talk to. And he shook his head, clearly she could see his reaction when she was all puppy-dog-eyed.

Women.

[member="Sasha Santhe"]

 

[Taeli Raaf]

The Rishi construction had gone very well so far, the first Type III already mostly done and the second one half constructed. Taeli anticipated it would be finished before she even left the system, the flood of workers certainly helping speed up the process. She had even seen some droids had been added to the work force to speed up the more dangerous aspect of building these shipyards.

Still waiting for whatever this meeting would be, Taeli continued to coordinate Krayt efforts in the region. She was tempted to officially join the ACA, but she felt that might hinder expansion into other regions if Krayt was formally a member of the Techno Union and such. She was content to be an associate company in the region, helping here or there. A report from Iskalon appeared on her datapad saying an agreement had been reached with the species there to construct things there, with part of all profits going to the planetary government there. Signing off on the deal, she smiled to herself.

Hypori was also coming together nicely. In compliance with the Viceroy's request, Krayt was using workers and establishing practices there that gave the workers better pay, benefits, and freedoms, in exchange for just being hard working. They were building the facilities at a rapid pace, and it wouldn't be too long before they were churning out droids and building new models for Krayt Industries and whoever they decided to sell to.

 

[Sasha Santhe]

Sasha smiled at the holo projection of [member="Marek Starchaser"]. “Well why not meet on Hypori. You can tour the factories and see what is being built here.” She spoke sweetly, that was never a good sign. “I can show you the progress being made here, and explain to you and any representatives you want to bring along how Santhe Corporation is creating new jobs.” Her head tilted a little to the side, okay now Marek would know she was annoyed. “Santhe Corporation isn’t just a sponsor of the Techno Union, but they are job creators, caring for the people of the Hypori and the ACA as a whole.”

White teeth showed through her smile as she flicked her lashes and looked up at Marek with the kind of eyes that made her a media darling. “Using state of the art manufacturing process and cutting edge schematics we have created a high demand for skilled and well paid labor. We offer on the job training in technical fields which will only increase the supply of trained and educated labor force to….

Then her face contorted.. “Just get here Marek…” Sasha ended the transmission with a time and date. “Oh and come early. We have things to talk about…” Bum bum buuum.

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[member="Danger Arceneau"]

Danger Arceneau.

Memories flooded his mind, ones that weren’t supposed to be his, ones that should have disappeared but the mind is a strange thing. It doesn’t always do what the waking portions want it to do and in the end you simply had to accept the consequences of past decisions. Such was the way that Irani knew more, so much more than a simple businessman should have known.

Dangerous woman. A joke in a wordplay, but the real meaning wasn’t hidden. If there was anyone dangerous in this ‘verse, it would have been this woman. One whose short temper could ruin planets, governments and galactic-spanning business just by a flick of the wrist.

No, best not to tempt fate too much with this one. Always be aware of your limitations and Irani’s was the distinct heritage of love and a pragmatic view that almost never allowed for wroth to fill his eyes.

‘Miz. Arceneau.’ it slipped him, before he even knew it. The Miz coming out as if they had only spoken yesterday with each other, before she had disappeared and the Lord had left the Galaxy for greener pastures.

He had been hurt, but one such as him always got over it. Those facts rose up in Irani’s mindset as he gave a short bow from the waste and his eyes took in the sight of the inner sanctum.

An oasis within the desert, how quaint.

‘I hope I am finding you in good health?’

 

[Corey's OOC]

Yes, there was work to be done. But Marek had so many people to handle right now. The tasks of being a Techno Union Foreman. Or, rather, THE Foreman. He nodded as he looked through all the data streams coming. And the comm from [member="Sasha Santhe"]. There were so many people to speak to. Sending a comm ahead to Alana to set up a meeting on Hypori, he made a burst communiation sending a meeting room, and time to all the player here. Even Sasha.

“The Techno Union would like to welcome you all to this summer. Please arrive on Hypori at the designated time and place. Catering and security will be provided. We have much to discuss.” Was all the transmission said. He sent it out to @Darth Aracanix, [member="Darell Irani"], [member="Danger Arceneau"], or representative, whom he wasn’t sure would attent, [member="Gerion Ardik"] who was babysitting the world as a Viceroy, and [member="Raziel"], [member="Barkt Melan"] and [member="Salvador Inden"].

The CEOs in the space around Abrion needed to get ahead of this. And while he knew they could, it started now.

He set course for Hypori. Changing frequency. “Sash, darling.” Yes, he was being condescending. “Let me meet with the gathered CEOs first, then you and I can stroll your factories. Hell, I’ll buy you a damned moon.” He almost meant it.

Sort of.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

[member="Darell Irani"]

Danger's bright auburn head would swivel towards her guest. A feint smile would curve along the crimson line of her lips in welcoming. She was a striking woman; curvey just in the right places and valleys that tempted a man's hands to cradle.

Dark argent forests framed in almond shaped eyes would appraise Darell, a slow canter of her stride bringing her over towards the newest CEO of Ty'rel. There was a cool confidence in her stride that just emanated from her; he was in her territory now.

A more internal question would be just how much truth did that confidence lay within her in the wake of her heartbreak.

A woman is much like a Corseca Gem, cut of different facets, each just a small piece of the whole. Fire would lick at the core, the flames of that gem hitting the light just right for the observer to be dazzled by it's beauty.

But strike it just right, in the perfect angle, that gem would crack.

Danger was as much a Corseca Gem as the one she wore on her finger. A ring that she had yet to give back to the man who would signify a connection to it. Piece by piece. Step by step.

It was a daily struggle that Danger was working her way through.

But that was a concern for another time; here, this was business. In business she could drown herself in. In the game. In the role she had perfected for half of her life.

"Mistah Irani," her voice would hang at the belt, a throaty rasp of welcoming. Two meters. One. Finally she stood before him, a hand outstretched.

"A pleasure to meet you in the flesh." she'd drawl out with all pomp and circumstance of cordiality. Her shake would be firm, her skin smooth, save for a few tell tale calluses that only an experienced gunslinger could understand.

Danger was one hot pistol.

And she knew damn well how to wield one.

 

[Sasha Santhe]

Sasha wanted that goddamn moon. As she came into the meeting she glanced around and scanned things. Her own guards waited not to far outside the structure on Hypori ready to swoop in. Not that she would need rescuing even if it came to that. “[member="Marek Starchaser"],” she said sweetly nodding to the man. “Corellian Whiskey, no ice.” She quirked an eyebrow and kept walking into the conference room. “And it better be the good stuff…” Thats how he got you. “Oh, and I want that moon.” Her eyes narrowed as she stared

There was a square table assembled in the middle of the room and Sasha seated herself at the end stretching out and waiting for the others to arrive.Normally at these sort of meetings was plenty of people she knew, and now she was curious what new people this would bring. It wasn’t like Tion was the only corporations in the galaxy. She let out a sigh, She really should have sent [member="Jared Ovmar"]… she missed her wage slave.

((OOC: Waiting for the meeting... your ballgame [member="Marek Starchaser"]))

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[member="Danger Arceneau"]​

The first look was always the hardest and as Irani laid his eyes on Arceneau his heart almost broke at the display of pure strength and unrivaled will. But one could not hide from one such as him, he hadn’t ever been an empath but… ya learn a thing or two and whilst all of these feelings were not his own, they made him feel anyway. Irani felt how Ovmar would have felt at that first sight, he saw her as his predecessor would have and it made him… well, difficult to say.

But he had been acting his entire life and he would act it all away, because this wasn’t Ovmar and they weren’t friends. His arm extended itself and her small hand almost disappeared in his, just as she had calluses, so would she feel his.

More a soldier than a businessman which was also represented in his eyes, who roamed the room before settling themselves onto her.

‘Likewise.’ Irani simply said, before taking his hand back. His eyes settled back on the table readied for food and other refreshments, a single brow lifted itself.

‘Dinner?’

He had been expecting maybe some wine, a cigar or two and then the formal sit at the veranda to discuss business. It seemed that Danger fething Arceneau had a different idea in mind though, and he was content to follow her lead for now.

This was her domain.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

[member="Darell Irani"]

"If you would please," Danger would gesture for Irani to enjoy and help himself. "If there is one thing my momma taught me, is that no one should let a guest go hungry." she'd inform him, walking a slow sultry walk on over towards the table.

"I hope you enjoy the meal," she would tell him, sliding to her own seat. Left leg would cross over right and that cordial smile would linger still. No matter if it didn't really reach her eyes.

He wouldn't know that though. She was well versed at keeping her emotions hidden behind that mask. Businesss was business, and she had to make an impression.

A girl's reputation was all she had after all.

"So what brings you to the Tatoo system, Mistah Irani?" came her curious query, "And just what kind of poison do you desire?"

 

[Taeli Raaf]

[member="Marek Starchaser"]

Taeli saw the message scroll across her screen and she sent a quick reply that she would attend the meeting view holo as she would prefer to remain hands on with the project sites. Getting up, she moved to the holo-transmitter in the common area of her ship and sat down in front of it. Datapad still in hand, she would wait for the meeting to officially begin by looking over the reports from the construction zones and directing things.

The Rishi shipyards were almost completely done, the first Type III actually starting to come online and would be ready for work within the next day or so. The second was now almost finished, the modules mostly attached and the internal systems being gone over one more time before the yard was declared ready to bring up and operational.

Hypori saw a rapid growth in the building, with equipment being moved into finished areas of the factories. Workers were starting to assemble the production lines, computer systems being fully installed that contained the schematics of the droids that would be printed and assembled there. Another wing of the facility was being devoted entirely to developing new droids and techs.

At Iskalon, the agreement was now signed and work was beginning there as well on developing a Type III there as well. It would be crewed mostly by Quarrens and some Mon Cal, and Taeli foresaw it being an area where more . . . exotic ships could be built.

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[member="Danger Arceneau"]

‘Your hospitality is appreciated, miz Arceneau.’ the Irani replied smoothly with a short nod, before following her further into the room and to the table itself. His eyes wandered across it, noting the variety of dishes and finally settled on the ice. Here in the middle of the desert planet such a thing was a rarity, a raised eyebrow was all there was to indicate his amusement.

Finally he sat down, his hands gently placed on the table and eyes locked on hers. In many ways this was a game, one which some had mastered, others had never managed to learn and most were only sparingly competent in it.

Arceneau was one of the first, a woman who had been a big player on the Galactic Decor for many years now. He didn’t have Ovmar’s name yet, he wasn’t a household brand and (openly at the very least) didn’t have his number of contacts.

And yet here he was, at the head of a multi-billion conglomerate and even though he was a relatively unknown factor for now? Irani didn’t seem concerned about meeting with Danger, he wasn’t nervous and wasn’t stammering like a fool.

No, his eyes were sizing her up, pondering with patience. Listening silently to the questions he finally flashed her a grin, one which had been someone else’s for such a long time, perhaps she would even recognize it.

The heir to a powerful man?

‘What poison does any ravenous man desire, miz?’ Irani questioned back. ‘Your dish is beautiful, but will there be any Baklava?’

 

[Danger Arceneau]

[member="Darell Irani"]

An eyebrow would loft and just as quickly her eyes would narrow. What was this? How did he know about her Baklava? But she wasn't one to miss her stride or falter under pressure; instead she simply would shine a smile.

"Well yes, I do." she said simply, referring to the sticky honeyed dish and flaky dessert. Her head would cant to the side, observing him, drinking him in.

Trying to figure out why she had that nagging feeling in the back of her mind.

Her attention would draw back to the bar, where she would pour herself a drink. "Rare for a man to like such a rare delicacy.... much the less ask for it by name."

Now how did he know about that?

Her head would swivel back at him, perking a brow in query.

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[member="Danger Arceneau"]

‘I am a man who has a taste for the rare delicacy.’ and she might just get the feeling that he wasn’t entirely talking about the Baklava, wasn’t exactly clear though. At least not until he rubbed his chin just a little bit and did another once-over of the room, before his eyes settled back to the miz Arceneau, bold eyes, blue eyes.

‘...and one that isn’t afraid to take what he wants.’

Definitely not talking about the Baklava.

After a brief ponder at the bottle and her own poured drink, it would became clear that she wasn’t going to pour him a drink too, so Irani simply took the bottle over and poured one himself. It seemed that Danger had a lot of things to think about, how curious.

Moderation was a word that would describe just how much he poured in, nothing royally, not enough to make things even more awkward for the both of them.

 

[Corey's OOC]

Write, this writer is terrible and has a terrible case of shiny key syndrome. That being said, the character he portrays right now is totally on top of his game and had a meeting room cleared, debugged and catered within the next hour, or at least ready to be set for the meeting time. As soon as all was ready, he transmitted the address, location and offered for chauffeurs to meet the representations of the companies who were going to attend to meet them at the starport. Bright Star really should purchase a livery service.

Soon.

Same with that media project.

Once Marek was set with how the Techno Union was running and if he could hand it off was when it was all going to occur. Still, he had some music playing in the background, a small bar with some of the finest liquors and wines from around the galaxy was set up and the meeting room was in the best formally informal design. He had a glass in front of him at the head of the table and waited for the representatives to show up. Because the writer was behind but the character wasn’t.

Displayed on the table was a hologram with the text ‘The Techno Union And You.’

Clearly he was not going to try to convert everyone, just the big names.

[member="Sasha Santhe"]
[member="Raziel"]
[member="Barkt Melan"]
[member="Salvador Inden"] [member="Ahra Martrey"]
[member="Gerion Ardik"]
[SIZE=11pt][member="Taeli Rae"][/SIZE]

 

[Danger Arceneau]

[member="Darell Irani"]

Oh there was an underlying meaning to those words. No red blooded woman would miss them. Green eyes would flicker over the rim of her low ball glass, watching the man pour himself a drink. She did offer him his pick of poison, but it appeared he would rather take it himself.

However, she wasn't really feeling keen on that right now. Not after everything. And while it was certainly flattering, she knew well that it was the chase men liked. She was, by all intents and purposes, an untouchable goal. Her reputation had her with no single man, her love life a matter of mystery. Everyone always wanted what others seemingly had not been able to have.

Danger was that shiny. Only that Danger didn't quite feel up to par then. Didn't want to deal with the game.

Not now. Not in the wake of Alric.

So she gave a small smile, and would shift the conversation towards said Baklava. "Well.. then you are in luck. It is available for your tasting."

They would have other matters to attend to soon with [member="Marek Starchaser"], but for the moment she would see what Darell was here for.

"Please do help yourself," she'd say, moving over towards the table where the bounty of food had been made available for the man to enjoy.

"So... with what may I help you with Mistah Irami?"

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[member="Danger Arceneau"]

Arceneau was a master of the game, but it didn’t take a Mentalist to feel the advance hadn’t been taken in good spirits. See, this is where the realm of assumption begins, one can simply assume that Irani wasn’t to her liking- but that would have been a miss, because Danger wouldn’t have reacted that way simply because she wasn’t interested. Why? Because that ain’t her way, she would play the courteous and seductive, simply because that is what she does.

Or did.

Because this was something entirely else, and it made Darell pause just a little bit. What could it mean? Perhaps a thought best pondered a little bit later though, he started to cut up the Baklava and gave her some time to settle herself back into a rhythm.

Clean, swift cuts, comfortable and confident. Irani didn’t seem like a man who was sitting in the heart of Danger’s territory, in her base of power.

Instead he seemed like a man on a stroll, just passing by, all relaxed.

The balls on him.

He took a bite, chewed on it with a thoughtful expression, swallowed and then finally looked up to the Trade Queen herself. a warm smile spread itself.

‘Miz Arceneau.’ Darell said, trying to keep himself from taking another bite immediately. ‘This might be the best Baklava I have had in… well, scratch that. It is the best Baklava I have ever had.’

Hell, even Ovmar’s stuff didn’t compare to this.

He wiped his mouth, his tongue gingerly touching the back of his teeth to get that taste back again, before going back to business mode.

‘The Rapture hit the Galaxy hard, we all know this. Infrastructure wrecked, production seized to roll functionally. Eridium Industrial is committed to restore the damage done to the territories of the Techno Union, including the Tatoo System.’ a slight pause. ‘Only with your blessing, of course.’

Starchaser was riding his ass pretty hard to commit Eridium Industrial towards the repairments of the Techno Union, infrastructure restoring, rebuilding of stations, space lanes that needed to kept up with the little companies gone.

Busy times.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

[member="Darell Irani"] 's compliment would be met with a soft genuine smile.

Well, a woman did enjoy knowing that her labor bore a measure of fruit, she'd muse, giving a nod in humble gratitude and relaying the expected amount of titter in regards to his praise.

Both brows would slowly arch and she'd give a nod of understanding at what he was offering; and what it really meant. She knew how this would go. He said one thing, but would really mean another. Or in this instance, read between the lines -- he was interested in bringing Eridium Industrial to the Tatoo system.

"I am humbled by your generosity," she'd begin, keeping that feint smile latched to her expression. Pleasant, cordial. Perfect. Perhaps a bit to much.

"To what extent do you have in mind?" she'd ask carefully, taking a piece of the baklava for herself and biting into it slowly.

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[member="Danger Arceneau"]

‘To the extent that is allowed.’ Irani replied frankly, in the grand scheme of things this was a game with three distinct parties. You had the Ty’rels on one side, ATC on the other and the Techno Union bridging the gap between the two.

The Techno Union owned this turf officially, yes and through that ownership could probably force through any changes they so desired onto the system. But that was the entire point, nobody wished to do such a thing.
Bad for business, bad for both of their heart pressure.

There were more important things to wage war about, and if Arceneau wasn’t interested in what he was catering he would simply tell Starchaser the gig was off. There would be other places to uplift, to industrialize and make better.

But what is better, Darell?

‘In the grand scheme of things Tatooine and its system are still overlooked by the Galaxy.’ this was truth, it didn’t matter that Arceneau had its main compound here and was the center of its Trade Empire, because in the public (and so also the business) eye it was still a den of scum and villainy, such a thing was hard to change. ‘But there is opportunity here, industrialize the gathering of ice from Adriana and factorize it into a business. It will help uplift Tatooine to a new degree and give the people access to more water.’

Just the beginning.

Irani leaned back in his chair, smiling back, genuine. Eyebrows slightly perched in an expression of curiosity.

There was so much more they could do.