Corey's OOC
And where were the spiders
What the ever loving Feth was going on in the One Sith territories? Marek had seen the broadcast, heard about the Titan Industries fiasco. And they were coming to his space? While it seemed like it would be a good deal, another massive corporation coming to his nation for safety, Marek just wasn’t sure. What was the climate in the One Sith? He needed a bit more information on that. Sure, he would accept fleeing workers and other technically skilled beings, but… if there was someone who was looking to make short work of the rest of Titan?
That was why he was here, on one of his cruise liners that speeds between Roon and Lianna, and why he had made a call to his One Sith contact. The voice of the dark lord, that man who needs no other introduction, at whatever he weighs, in this corner, [member="Darth Carach"]! Yeah, Marek was sitting at a bar overlooking the main gaming floor. See? This was what life was all about. Not chasing or being chased by useless rebellions and space savages.
Something else he needed to consider. The Vong in Techno Union space were starting to get unruly and were needing to be put down, but the ones in the One Sith? They were… Getting out of hand. Taking a drink and stepping to the glass that overlooked the floor, he was watching some woman win at the roulette wheel. Pressing a button, he sent a drink over to her before turning back. The screen in the bar-office had replays of the conference going on, and you can bet as sure as the damned thing aired, Marek sent his slicers after the signal and contacted Carach, telling him to get to this meeting.
That was why he was here, on one of his cruise liners that speeds between Roon and Lianna, and why he had made a call to his One Sith contact. The voice of the dark lord, that man who needs no other introduction, at whatever he weighs, in this corner, [member="Darth Carach"]! Yeah, Marek was sitting at a bar overlooking the main gaming floor. See? This was what life was all about. Not chasing or being chased by useless rebellions and space savages.
Something else he needed to consider. The Vong in Techno Union space were starting to get unruly and were needing to be put down, but the ones in the One Sith? They were… Getting out of hand. Taking a drink and stepping to the glass that overlooked the floor, he was watching some woman win at the roulette wheel. Pressing a button, he sent a drink over to her before turning back. The screen in the bar-office had replays of the conference going on, and you can bet as sure as the damned thing aired, Marek sent his slicers after the signal and contacted Carach, telling him to get to this meeting.