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† Lux Teper †
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Oct 3, 2009 12:33:30 GMT -5
Post by † Lux Teper † on Oct 3, 2009 12:33:30 GMT -5
Gradually a metal bird descended from the sky, in it's belly, a twisted consciousness broods.
Slowly it lowers to a docking bay at in one of the many ports scattering Arkania and, with a loud growl, it rests. The side opens up and reveals a man in a sharp looking suit. His white eyes survey the area with a comprehensive gaze... "I'm home..." His white hair is slicked back against his scalp and his pale, white skin seems to almost glow in the low light. he holds his hands behind him and over each is fitted a white glove with 4 fingers including the thumb, the middle finger of each seems abnormally wide seeing as he'd stuffed two fingers into a single space. He steps gracefully down the ramp and approaches another pair of Arkanians who seem to have been awaiting his arrival. "I take it you must be the Quertios."
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Oct 3, 2009 22:52:27 GMT -5
Post by Kella on Oct 3, 2009 22:52:27 GMT -5
Those who were poor could hardly even afford to look at a ship, let alone board one. The modest worker earned enough credits to save for a voyage on a public ship, while the middle-class could afford such trips regularly. The well-to-do, the smugglers and the loners, possessed their own ships, dirty, wretched things that they were. The wealthy were chauffered, and paid to keep their own personal spots at the Hangar. The Rich filled those spots with personal craft of proper, extravagant glory. And lastly, the very rich bothered not with spot or chauffer-for-hire; they had their own landing ports, small fixtures atop the pent-house apartments of their home.
The Quertios were very rich. Madame Quertio, who was of the habit of going by the name 'Mai', raised the Bourbon to her taut white lips once more. Long white hair was pulled tightly up to the crown of her head, where it was fastened by an ornate pearl clip, and then allowed to cascade down her back in a flowing, snowy tail. Her eyes were focused and scrutinizing, and there was a harshness beauty. It would have been hard to pin down her age. She looked young, and carried herself with grace, but her wary and world-weary mannerisms betrayed a far greater number of years.
Virand, too, appeared timeless, though the creases of his forehead and the crow's feet tucked by his eyes revealed many years of experience. His ashen white hair was long and straight, fastened neatly in a tie at the nape of his neck, not a single strand out of place. His eyes were icy cold, his features angular, square jaw possessing a stubborn set. It was with these icy cold eyes that he regarded the ship now landing in the hangar.
"I told you the Hangar was a worthwhile addition," Mai quipped, in a voice with chilled beauty, like the tinkling of icicles. She straightened the skirt of her velvet dress, deep purple like the Arkanian sky just before the first rays of sunrise. She smoothed the soft tan fur of her overcoat, flicking a stray snowflake from its walnut-brown sleeve.
"You did indeed, dearest," Virand replied, knowing he had to choose his arguments wisely when dealing with Mai. He made no move to tidy his black suit, the silken pinstripes glistening in the Arkanian light. This was not due to apathy; rather, he already knew everything was in perfect condition.
Mai's appraising eyes followed the newcomer closely as he stepped from his craft; she noted the grace with which he moved. It was a trademark of the Arkanian species, one of many things that made it superior to the... lesser species.
"I take it you must be the Quertios." The newcomer said. Not the most intellectual of statements, but adhering to formalities.
"That we are," said Virand. His voice purred like some sort of feline, and the wealthy entitlement rolled off of him, thicker than a scent. "Which means you must be our guest." Virand nodded, standing from the posh seat where he'd been waiting, and shaking Client Tuper's hand. "Welcome." That single word had never been uttered with more glacial a chill.
Three minutes later, and Virand had led his wife and the Client to the meeting-room. It was a warm, relaxing place, with temperatures high enough to thaw even the coldest of Arkanian blood. It was an interesting respite from the usual blizzard-like weather. Four large darkwood chairs, upholstered in emerald green leather, half-ringed a huge, roaring hearth. Shelves lined the walls, each precisely filled with sorted and orderly volumes. Most of the works were priceless antiques, old holodisks that barely even functioned anymore. Once they had fought the elements to survive disaster and err, now they fought only dust.
Mai and Virand took the seats closest to the fire, whilst leaving Client Teper to choose between the remaining two. Their chairs were already angled to be open to both of these; the perfect arrangement for the relaxed discussion of bargaining terms. No doubt the Quertios had another room equipped for the writing of a business contract, and still yet another was probably dedicated expressly to the signing of said documents. They did, after all, own the entire high-rise building, habitating the top three levels. Space was not an issue.
"Sit," Virand said, and his tone made it more of an order than a suggestion. "We have many things to discuss. First, let us begin by you presenting what exactly your mission is." Mai nodded her approval, silently waiting to assess the answer...
ooc// Sorry about any errors or things that didn't really make sense; this allergy medication is makine me drowsy. X)
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Oct 4, 2009 2:18:51 GMT -5
Post by † Lux Teper † on Oct 4, 2009 2:18:51 GMT -5
The Captain regarded the couple through cold, blank eyes. He never cared much for appearances but anyone who did would surely be impressed. The only thing that impressed Lux was power, and on Arkania at least, money was power. The Quertios had a lot of money.
He afforded then a "congenial" grin in welcome though it seemed more a smirk than anything. Promptly he followed the pair into the meeting room. It was pleasantly warm, though the fire was far too bright for his own tastes and it pained him to see the antique holodisks atrophied in such a way. "Sit." Had it been any lower form of life that had issued this "suggestion" they'd have a blast from an Arkanian heavy pistol between the eyes in a fraction of a second. Though for the sake of business, He'd be tolerant. He decided on the chair angled furthest away from the flames and made his best effort to focus on his potential benefactors. "We have many things to discuss. First, let us begin by you presenting what exactly your mission is."
Lux smiled fakely, he was still getting used to the absence of his helmet. "My mission as you so called it, is merely the acquisition of business. The organization I represent is in need of a solid science department and of course there is no better place for scientific development than Arkania is there?" As he spoke he tried to make himself appear as worthy as possible, though this was no difficult task given that he was an Arkanian. As he finished he folded his hands in his lap, though made a conscious effort to hide the abnormal width of his "middle finger."
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Oct 11, 2009 16:41:14 GMT -5
Post by Kella on Oct 11, 2009 16:41:14 GMT -5
ooc// I'm so sorry it took me ages to reply to this! It shouldn't happen again: I was out of town part of last week, and failed to announce it properly. >.< So sorry to keep you waiting... //
"My mission as you so called it, is merely the acquisition of business. The organization I represent is in need of a solid science department and of course there is no better place for scientific development than Arkania is there?" said Client Tuper, which provoked a haughty sneer to cross Virand's visage.
"Words of truth. Arkania is certainly the leading authority on such matters. But no business can thrive without funding, and funding is what I happen to be the leading authority on. Of course, you already know this, or you would not be here. You could say Mai and I are... fans of small business. Small businesses that become big businesses. If you can prove the worth of this investment, and its potential to reap dividends, you will find yourself with a near limitless source of funding."
"If you can prove it," Mai cut in, still appraising the client. Her presence their was far more purposeful than just her pretty face. Mai was an expert at reading people. What made them tick, what was the dealbreaker, when they were bluffing. It was not Virand Teper would have to impress; it was Mai. Whether a client knew this or not was irrelevant, and so attention usually drifted toward Virand. She could tell his smiles were fake, yet his attitude was still properly superior. Perhaps he was not accustomed to being seen? That could work to her advantage, if he was not used to concealing his expressions and the manifestations of emotions in his face. That could prove quite advantageous, and it sharpened the sickle-curved smile of Mai Quertio.
"So present to me your case," Virand continued. "Prove to me that this investment is worth my while."
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† Lux Teper †
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Oct 11, 2009 21:54:31 GMT -5
Post by † Lux Teper † on Oct 11, 2009 21:54:31 GMT -5
OOC: No worries ^^ i love what you returned with <3 ----
Captain Teper regarded the two with a coldness capable only of an Arkanian. "If you can prove the worth of this investment, and its potential to reap dividends, you will find yourself with a near limitless source of funding." The Husband was obviously the voice. "If you can prove it," the Wife cut in. She was obviously the brains. Lux was sharp enough to know how couples in business worked, if one didn't have the skill for the business, they didn't participate. These two were both heavily involved. The Captain felt Mai's rendering stare pierce him like a knife, he wasn't very good at hiding emotions, well, when he felt them. He returned her gaze steadfastly, his Mandalorian will permeating his stare and steadying him beneath her discerning eyes. He smiled, this time from confidence, he was sure they'd be interested, they had to be.
"Of course, I'd be an imbecile not to realize that. And I'm more than certain you'll find me much more... gratifying than anyone ignorant enough to make such a mistake." He reflected their cold confidence back at them with his snowy eyes, the dancing flame seemed captured in his gaze as it's reflection fluttered against the orbs of icy intent. He reached inside his pocket and withdrew a small data holocron. He flicked it on and Executor Sinvrick's voice buzzed from the thing, it was the original message that brought Lux to the Guild. He let it play and finish before talking. "This is the organization I come from. Upon first seeing this message I tracked it down from a supposedly secure channel and located them. It wasn't exceedingly hard. Shortly thereafter I was appointed Chief of Science for the Guild and attained a spot on the high council. Unfortunately there was no science department for me to preside over. So, despite the consistent flow of ideas and theories washing through my mind, I'm unable to bring these things into the light, well as much light as an organization of our stature may stand in." He tilted his head in momentary humbleness. "But I digress, you wish to know that I may be trusted with your money. I can assure you that it will go to no waste in my hands. For instance, if you'll indulge in one of my ideas, I've been speculating on research of force-sensitives to perhaps discover the source of their power and in turn create soldiers immune to it's effects, or perhaps synthesis it into previously force-numb individuals.
Of course this is but one of various potential endeavors taht i hope to undertake here." He smiled at them again, he knew that any Arkanian of science would at the very least be intrigued by his unorthodox ideas, or perhaps even have pondered them already.
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Oct 15, 2009 17:09:37 GMT -5
Post by Kella on Oct 15, 2009 17:09:37 GMT -5
Virand listened to every word, processing every syllable and connotation. No side-ways glance was required for Mai's subtle signal, a particular twitching of her fourth finger, to become caught in Virand's notice. Teper was speaking truth -- as much truth as can be expected in business -- and his ideas Mai had confirmed to be more than abstract concepts, randomly snatched from the grey could of mystery, in order to impress an investor. Whether they actually had any potential or not remained to be seen, but Teper was convinced of their viability.
That was hardly the paramount issue for Virand, however. Despite his strong support of the advance of Arkanian science, he was no philanthropist. Mai balanced his strictly-business nature with her own romantic views of scientific discovery, but even she could hardly argue with the importance of frugal business.
"Fascinating," Virand remarked, "Such manipulations would indeed have monetary potential. Potential, however, does not pay interest. I would like to hear more detail about this research of yours..."
Thirty minutes later, the conversation had spanned a wide variety of investment topics. Virand continued with his business-centered inquiries, Mai signaling Teper's reasoning was sound in that silent way of hers. Virand accomplished most of the interfacing, though Mai quipped in when Virand's questions did not satisfy her scientific mind. Overall, the project would reap little immediate benefit. However, the Quertios were in the position in which they could lay down a few million credits now, to gain a hundred million a decade in the future. They were patient, methodical business partners.
"...which leaves one final clarification," Virand concluded. "Each month you will be given money according to the quota you draft for us. At the end of each month, a return of 10% of the month's funding is expected, to insure wise use of our funds. We reserve the right to collect 30% of the profit of any technology published or sold by your company." He nodded with finality. "Do you have any further questions or negotiations?"
ooc// I took the liberty of a bit of a fast-forward, seeing as I didn't want things to get stale. X) However, if you have ideas as to discussing the science and the deal, just let me know, and I'll gladly edit this post to accommodate. ;D //
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Oct 15, 2009 18:02:11 GMT -5
Post by † Lux Teper † on Oct 15, 2009 18:02:11 GMT -5
Lux's pale countenance twisted into a grin most befitting his innermost nature. He couldn't help it. Just as he'd smiled at The Reaper's offers, he smiled here; he cared little for the profit reaped and reveled in the very idea of completing the twisted plots that whirled about the contents of his skull. His expression was one of delight sinister and cold in nature, a smile no sound mind could possibly produce.
"Very well, You'll have your money and your profit, it is yours after all. My only request is that you refrain from inquiring as to my methods. I've often heard unsavory comments concerning the nature of my work and I merely wish that my gracious benefactors not fall prey to such ideas."
He grinned at the two amiably enough, though it was a far-cry from the brief glimpse of his dark disposition they'd witnessed just moments before. He was brilliant yes, but hardly wholesome.
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Post by Kella on Oct 15, 2009 21:51:22 GMT -5
There was a glint of malice in that delighted expression, a twisted corruption that manifested itself in the gleam of his eyes, the twitch of his mouth, the set of his jaw. Mai's own expression remained expertly set, even as that elated malevolence betrayed an unsound mind. And yet, no sound mind was ever capable of producing genius. Mai had no qualms concerning Teper. In fact, she was encouraged by that devilish grin. Teper would not allow ethics to stand in the way of his science, a valuable quality.
"Acceptable terms," Virand nodded, in reference to Client Teper's conditions. He actually preferred things this way. If Teper and his guild ran into some scandalous trouble, the Quertios were absolved from all blame.
"Follow me this way," Virand said, standing with the inherent grace of his race. To describe it with a metaphor would be to insult it, for nothing was worth of that fluidity of movement. "I will have the contract drafted."
Mai followed behind her husband and Client Teper, observing. Perhaps she would speak with Teper later, when her husband was not present. She longed to understand the full breadth of these experiments, to be kept up to date on their progress. And yet, she could not let her curiosity be his condemnation, and so she would expose only herself to culpability in any crime. Contrarily, Mai reminded herself that curiosity was no fit occupation for a woman of her status, and she would have to find some way to ease the hunger.
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Upon the broad, deep blue screen, row upon row of text hovered, racing up and down at the simple, fluid touch of Virand's hand. "You may review the contract once more, make sure it is to your liking. The computer will accept your biometrics, and your signature when you have finished."
Virand withdrew to an edge of the mid-sized room, stationing himself in front of another control panel, next to Mai. She whispered something in his ear, to which he nodded. Then they both stood in silence, waiting for the client to conclude his review.
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Oct 16, 2009 22:04:46 GMT -5
Post by † Lux Teper † on Oct 16, 2009 22:04:46 GMT -5
"Acceptable terms," Virand nodded, in reference to Client Teper's conditions. He actually preferred things this way. If Teper and his guild ran into some scandalous trouble, the Quertios were absolved from all blame.
"Follow me this way," Virand said, standing with the inherent grace of his race. To describe it with a metaphor would be to insult it, for nothing was worth of that fluidity of movement. "I will have the contract drafted."
Lux stood with equal serenity and glided after the couple into the adjacent room. Quietly he regarded the blue screen, running his hand along it just as Virand had and drawing the text up across his eyes and incredible speeds before quickly coming to the end. Evidently he was a fast reader.
Quickly his hand danced across it as his bold, elegant signature appeared on the screen, punctuated by a cold, blue glow that fluoresced his white eyes and washed over his slight frame as the computer took his biometrics.
"Very well, I believe that concludes things here... ... Unless there's anything else that needs addressing..." His paper-white eyes held Mai's reflect in their snowy gaze. He could see she was a scientific mind and could practically hear the gears of curiosity ticking and whirring within her, He was almost dangling the temptation of inquiry in front of her.
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Oct 19, 2009 23:06:43 GMT -5
Post by Kella on Oct 19, 2009 23:06:43 GMT -5
Which would win the war within the woman, curiosity or rational? A guilty pleasure or the proper answer?
Mai's silence gave no indication as to whether one side had one, or if the decision had simply been... postponed.
"There is nothing more to address," Virand stated, and not even Mai knew if this was some direct hint, or simply business as usual. Of all people, her husband was one that Mai found near impossible to read. Perhaps that's why she'd been attracted to him in the first place.
"Thank you for your business," he continued, though the gratitude was merely professional. He raised a hand and snapped his fingers, and immediately a smooth whirring could be heard, as a sophisticated service droid appeared from down the hall. "Clarice will show you out. The credits will be wired to your account within the day, and our next meeting shall be one month from now. My secretary will call to schedule later this week." He nodded with finality.
"Goodbye, Lux Teper," Mai took over the formalities, "And may great progress be yours in your studies."
"This way, sir," Clarice said, her programming quite obviously feminine, and the droid shuffled off down the hall, leading Lux upwards, back toward the cold Arkanian chill.
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Oct 21, 2009 0:04:06 GMT -5
Post by † Lux Teper † on Oct 21, 2009 0:04:06 GMT -5
Lux smiled congenialy at them both as Clarice led him away. Bowing gracefully, his grin glanced back up at them. "You may call me Lux, Madam." silently he righted himself and turned to leave, drifting through the long hall until he came to the door with Clarice at his side. The blistering cold bit his pale cheeks as he slid through the threshold, his stoic, Arkanian heritage guarding his slight frame from the dark chill of his homeworld like no other could. Clarice made to guide him to his ship but an raised palm stilled her. His icy face was turned up to the sky, a nostalgic smile slid across his face and mingled with something closely resembling anticipation. His thin lips pursed and a low, fluid whistle fluted through the harsh wind.
"How bout you come on out?"
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Post by Rugs on Oct 21, 2009 15:06:02 GMT -5
A little while earlier...
The Ballestra ripped out of hyperspace above the frigid world of Arkania. Visari Netellus, CEO of Netellus Enterprises and follower of the Dark Side sat in his personal office on board the grand ship, and looked at the large screen that was on the wall directly in front of his desk. Arkania... It was a world rich with technology, and one Visari had looked forward to visiting.
He was here after being contacted by one Lex Tuper, an Arkanian himself, with claims of a worthwhile business pursuit. Visari would be the judge of it's worthiness, but what he had heard thus far from Lux was intriguing enough. He'd best not waste my time, Visari thought with an absentminded stroke of the sleek metal cane that concealed his lightsaber. Or he will find that I am not a man to be trifled with.
Suddenly the screen came to life, and the image of the ship's navigator came up. "Sir, we have arrived at Arkania. What do you wish us to do from here?"
"Keep the Ballestra in orbit," Visari said after a quick moment of thought. "I will go down to the surface in one of the shuttles." He paused, and a thoughtful look passed over his face. "Alone." It was not as if he needed the protection; were things to get rough, he'd be more protection to his men than they would to him, after all.
"As you say, sir," the navigator said, and the image vanished. Visari stood up, and started to walk to his private quarters. When he got there, he checked himself in a mirror - after all, it would not do to go before a potential business partner looking like a vagabond. His thick white hair was orderly, cut short, as always, and his goatee was trimmed quite nicely. Sixty-three years had the Epicanthix been alive, yet he did not look it. His species aged slower than most, so he looked more like a human man in his late thirties or early forties; his hair had gone white in his twenties- it was a genetic thing, though he rather liked the distinguished look it gave him. Perhaps the thing that stuck out the most on Visari's face were his eyes. They were a striking emerald green, and their sharpness spoke of a shrewd man, and one who should not be played with. Before heading to the shuttle, he got his coat, and put it on. It was thick, and a smokey grey color, and was about the length of a trench coat. After that, he headed to his shuttle and made his way down to the surface.
Presently...
Visari stepped out into the view of Lux Teper, the bottom of his coat flapping about the bottom of his legs as he walked through the cold wind. He leaned on his cane as he walked, though that was a facade; he could walk just fine, the cane's real purpose was to conceal his lightsaber. The sharp green emeralds he had for eyes looked directly into Lux's as he reached out his hand for a handshake. "Greetings, Master Teper. I am, as you know Visari Netellus, and I would very much like to know more about this proposition of yours." He straightened a bit after the handshake was done and awaited a response from the Arkanian. No move was made to move out of the cold. It didn't bother the Dark Jedi one bit.
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Oct 21, 2009 23:07:24 GMT -5
Post by † Lux Teper † on Oct 21, 2009 23:07:24 GMT -5
Lux grinned at the Epicanthix Dark Jedi congenially. "Greetings, Master Teper. I am, as you know Visari Netellus, and I would very much like to know more about this proposition of yours." "You may call me Captain Teper, though Lux will do fine as well." The Arkanian Captain turned and walked slowly towards his ship, stature erect and hands folded behind him though his mere atmosphere beckoned the Dark-sider to follow. As he walked he spoke, the words drifting from his mouth like the snow on the frigid wind. "I represent an organization of specific intent. A goal we share that won't be hindered by anything. Of course, the general consensus is that the end's justifies the means. In this case, we work for the attaining of the great equalizer, Chaos. Through the destruction of preordained order, those of suitable fitness will come out on top, survival of the fittest if you will." He turned slightly to look at the Dark Jedi through the corner of his ice-white eye. "This is where we are in need of a scientific base. To achieve the end, we must have a means. That is the specific purpose of this establishment, though through it I will be indulging my own scientific mind and providing our generous benefactors with a lucrative source of income. There are no questions asked in the methods, so long as the conditions of the end are met. ... I've called you here to determine your interest. I know you to be a man of business and a mind unclouded by contemporary taboos. Like myself, you can see the world for it's true potential. As such I offer you partnership. We will need a powerful character to spearhead the corporate face of Ataxia and I believe you have what we desire." Now he looked at Visari full on, his penetratingly chilling gaze stared deep into the black hollows of the Dark Jedi's being. He smiled at what he saw.
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Post by Rugs on Oct 23, 2009 0:18:55 GMT -5
{Um, I'm not entirely sure what's up with the rant in the middle, it just kind of happened. Just go with it XDDDD}
Visari followed the Arkanian as he moved toward his ship. "As you say, Captain Teper." Visari looked over the Arkanian as they walked. He was tall - very tall; Visari was an Epicanthix, and as such was taller than most human males (though a tad short for an Epicanthix), but Lux looked to be about half a foot taller than he was. Not that that mattered. The meeting had absolutely no reason to come to physical combat, and if it did, Visari had the Force on his side. In fact, had Lux been looking at Visari, he would have noted the way the snow seemed to part around the Epicanthix. A simple trick with the Force, and one to let Lux know that Visari was a man of power.
Visari listened with great interest as the two walked, and his cane left little holes in the ground next to his foot prints in the snow. "Ah, yes," he said when the Arkanian finished speaking. "You wish to inject some chaos into the galaxy, then? To upset the established order?" Visari's mind flashed back to a meeting he had had a few days ago, with a man that went by the name of Shard. He grinned, a wicked grin, and his emerald green eyes filled with mirth. "Then, sir, we have some goals in common." Suddenly his cane was in both hands, rather than on the ground, as he walked, circling around Lux, and his voice grew passionate. "It is in the depths of chaos that the strong make themselves known, sir. That is what I have done with Visari Enterprises- first when I ripped it from my father's dead hands, and countless times as I have absorbed other companies that into its being. Companies that thought themselves too strong, or too wealthy to fall to me." Visari faced Lux once more after completing his circuit, and the end of his cane punched through the ground as he slammed it down, for emphasis. "But, nay! I am not a man to be denied that which I desire, and I am not at all opposed to using means some would call... unsavory." That same wicked smile crossed his face once more. "Introducing a little... chaos, as you put it. And the time is ripe, Lux. In a short while, the galaxy will be embroiled in chaos, and the opportunities that will arise..." he closed his eyes, and took in a deep breath, as if he could hardly fathom the things that were now set before him. "Limitless in number, unimaginable in scope!Dear sir, this is our chance to make history." Visari straightened, and the passion from his voice faded, back to the tone of conducting business.
"However, before I can even consider starting up a division to supply you that which you need, I must know what exactly it is you plan on doing." His green eyes met Lux's white ones dead on, and his look said that he was deadly serious. "I am with you on a philosophical level, yes, but you must understand, more than anything else, I am a man of business, and I need to know if there's any chance of this succeeding before I can make any commitments. You understand, I'm sure."
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Oct 23, 2009 0:53:27 GMT -5
Post by † Lux Teper † on Oct 23, 2009 0:53:27 GMT -5
As the dark Jedi spoke, the Arkanian grinned. The man was passionate and ambitious if not a little exciteable. These were good qualities in a man that was to spearhead the Corporate Scientific branch of Ataxia. " You may rest assured of our success Mr. Visari. Among the various projects I plan to undertake are the production of force sensitive and force immune soldiers. I also plan on researching a variety of other endeavors such as the regenerative properties of certain species as well as those mysterious crystals you Jedi apparently use for your light sabers. With the generous patronage of the Quertios and your willing cooperation, I have no doubt of our success. Of course profit is a necessity and this we will achieve through manufacture and monetary transaction. Factions are always wager to gain an upper hand and will pay out the nose for a scietidic advantage. We can take advantage of these rivalries and supply the various parties of the galaxy with advanced weaponry and scientific data. In All the while we will keep to ourselves the greatest boons and through this we and other like-minded individuals or groups will gradually gain he power to dominate the Galaxy and dissolve order into dissention. He finished his response proudly, keeping his enthusiasm in check before following up with, " So what do you say? Are you with us?"
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Post by Rugs on Oct 23, 2009 22:43:01 GMT -5
Visari's eyebrow lifted a bit as Lux informed him of what his plans were. "Well, then, those are certainly... interesting ideas, Lux." He paused for a while as he thought about what had been set before him. Certainly, the ability to create soldiers that could touch or even be immune to the effects of the Force was an interesting one, and no doubt one that had been dabble with throughout history... But, if it could be done, the ramifications would be huge, and very favorable for him; after all, being the only company associated with such capabilities could greatly add to the amount of wealth Visari Enterprises currently enjoyed. The conglomerate was growing fast, but if Lux's idea took off... the opportunities were limitless in number, as Visari had said only moments ago. Of course, that was only assuming this little venture was a success. If it turned out to be a failure and, gods forbid, lose money... Well then, Visari would have one very dead Arkanian on his hands. But that could be worried about later, and risks had to be taken sometimes, anyway.
"Well, then Lux, I believe we can come to some sort of agreement." The Epicanthix cleared his throat before continuing. "Now, we must come to the terms of this agreement, before we can finalize anything. What will you need to do this work. Facilities, and money, I know. But what else?"
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Post by † Lux Teper † on Oct 26, 2009 17:10:20 GMT -5
Lux smiled. "All i require aside from the aforementioned is a staff. I have my personal vehicle which will be fitted for further durability in case we require the transport of specimens with particularly cumbersome tendencies. I will be seeking like-minded individuals for our employ, I already have a good portion of the workforce required courtesy of the Guild." He bowed graciously. "I appreciate your patronage Master Visari and am looking forward to your cooperation in the future. If perhaps you know of anyone suitable for employment in our establishment any referrals would be tremendously appreciated."
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Post by Rugs on Nov 3, 2009 12:29:45 GMT -5
{I am so sorry I took so long to reply to this}
Visari nodded at Lux, and sensed that the meeting was starting to draw to a close. "Very well, then. I will, of course be staying in contact with you over the next few weeks. But, before we move on..." He fished around in one of the large pockets of his fine black coat and produced a datapad. The screen flashed to life with a ghostly blue glow and displayed a contract. Visari handed the datapad to Lux, along with a stylus so that the Arkanian could sign his name. "Read over the contract and be sure the terms are to your liking. sign where it says for you to sign, and the deal will be complete.
As he waited for the Arkanina to sign, Visari's mind flashed back to his meeting with Shard a few days prior. The grand plans that the Miraluka had floated through Visari's mind, and he spotted an opportunity. "Lux," he said, "how would you like to be presented with a unique opportunity to expand the operations of Ataxia? A unique opportunity that could be of great benefit to both of us..." The edge of Visari's lips curled up into a smile, and he waited, almost eagerly to hear if the Arkanian would be interested.
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Nov 4, 2009 1:52:18 GMT -5
Post by † Lux Teper † on Nov 4, 2009 1:52:18 GMT -5
Lux accepted the datapad and was reading through it when the Epicanthix suddenly readdressed him... "Lux, how would you like to be presented with a unique opportunity to expand the operations of Ataxia? A unique opportunity that could be of great benefit to both of us..." The Arkanian's icy gaze regarded the man before him for a moment, completely obscure as to the nature of the mind behind them. Then a sliver appeared across the pale, defined face. A slight line at first that gradually grew into a toothy grin. "My dear sir, I sought you out in the pursuit of such opportunities. To deny one now would be completely counterproductive." His smile was the same one he had flashed at the Quertios just moments before: A dark visage of his innermost nature, the shadow of a creature wholly unimpeded by the mundane laws of taboo or morality. It was a grin no mentally sound being could ever produce. "So please, I implore you to continue..."
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Post by Rugs on Nov 10, 2009 15:04:46 GMT -5
"As you say, then," Visari said with a slight smile. "A few days prior, I was approached by a man-we'll call him Shard for now." Visari cocked an eyebrow up as he regarded Lux, and chuckled softly to himself.
"You know of the recent Sith movements into the galaxy, yes?" The question was rhetorical; everyone knew of the Sith invasion, unless they lived under a rock. "This man has a vision, one that I'm quite intrigued by. He will conquer in the name of the Sith Empire, striking out at those worlds that hold allegiance to no one. And that, my friend, is where opportunities arrive." Visari started to pace, and held his cane off of the ground in both hands. "Think on it, Lux... Cheap facitlities, maybe even some that could be taken for free. Cheap workers to hire to do the grunt work of the job." He suddenly stopped, and spun on his heel to face Lux, and a devious sparkle glinted in his eyes. "And of course, the prisoners. They are a natural part of war, as you may know. Surely your work will need subjects to test your progress on." Visari shrugged, almost dismissevely. "There they are. I can think of no better pool to pull people from. And think about it, you wouldn't even have to worry about something bad happening to them." Visari chuckled wickedly for a moment before continuing. "So that is the offer, Lux. What say you?"
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