Brave Galaxy is set in a world loosely based on Hiro Mashima’s Fairy Tail and Eden’s Zero. It is a PG-13 or so rated space fantasy RP, and uses a combination of character statistics, which can be acquired via roleplaying and events, and creative freedom to help direct players’ characters. While there is a main storyline, which can be found in the events section, characters are free to interact with others and their environment however they see fit.
Explore the galaxy. Overcome the obstacles in your path. Shape the future of humanity.
Post by Reya Starlyght on Feb 18, 2020 22:33:26 GMT
Lieutenant Rousseau,
I have recently come into contact with the Marquise Isadia Berinnore of Somadier, a woman of notable renown on Chorus. Unfortunately, a conflict of interests between the land she governs and a corporation wishing to expand their reach upon it has developed in the recent months, and knowing the Marquise personally she is not exactly the type to open negotiations with humanity, if you understand what I mean by that. As an ISC officer, a keeper of the peace, so to speak, I believe you may possess the sort of skill required to assist me in this endeavor, as while the Marquise requested two diplomats of an unbiased nature, unfortunately she had a falling out with Leo some time ago. The negotiations are to take place at the attached address and time; if at all possible please consider joining me, else I fear the Marquise's temperament may get the best of her.
Best regards, Eris Sigal
"I still can't believe Isadia hasn't gotten over that...." Leo trailed off as they sat in the living area of Blackjack, en route to their destination. Not that he needed to be there, no, but he had nothing better to do, and hoped that negotiations wouldn't take too long so they could do something afterward. The fated day of diplomacy had arrived, and thus far things had gone by without a hitch, although the only thing that really had occurred was the confirmation of all involved parties. It would be nice to see Jacqueline again, after their short series of outings together she had turned out to be an ISC officer Leo didn't mind, which was a rare title in and of itself. Then again, he wasn't going to be directly involved in the task at hand, so their interaction would be rather limited. It was reassuring that she was at least willing to assist them, however, although then again negotiating between two potentially hostile parties was probably a part of the lieutenant's job description, so that didn't say too much.
Yes, it would be Eris and Jak as mediators between the two rivals, and Eris at the very least was dressed the part. A black pantsuit donned and hair pulled back into a tight bun, although a few curls escaped it and framed her face, Leo knew she had deliberated over the outfit for longer than usual, in order to not offend Berinnore, who was, for lack of better words, easily offended. "She's a vain noblewomen who always gets what she wants, what did you expect when you rejected her so harshly?"
"Look, she was really annoying me and the only thing I could focus on was her stupid tail!"
"I still can't believe out of every custom that's the one you decide to subscribe to. You don't even grow your hair out, but hey, you don't like tails."
"Leave me alone," he groaned, although they both soon broke into laughter.
An hour or two later, they arrived in the void outside Chorus, Eris soon taking the controls and directing Blackjack in the direction of a specific area of wilderness, just outside the bounds of metropolitan sprawl. A small mountain, coated in greenery, it was virtually indistinguishable from what remained of Chorus's natural environment, were it not for the large, antiquated mansion that sat upon a cliff, and the surrounding towns and villages designed in a similar fashion. A last bastion of the quaintness of the past, that was what many people thought of Somadier. Others believed it was nothing more than a waste of space. Understandably, conflict had arose from the two disparate opinions. "Here, you can listen to the whole thing."
Eris handed him an earpiece, which he begrudgingly accepted. "Oh great, can't wait to hear her flirt with every man present in the delegation," Leo muttered dismissively.
She rose from the pilot's seat, having landed their ship. "Yeah, probably best you're not there." Her hand brushed over his forearm as their eyes locked, unspoken words clear. Leo let out a sigh, shaking his head as his visage contorted for a moment. His grasp lingered over to her own grip, pulling her in close for a brief kiss.
"Good luck."
Eris grinned, offering nothing else in return as she exited Blackjack, waiting just outside the vessel for all other delegations to arrive.
Post by fairchild.txt on Feb 22, 2020 23:52:27 GMT
It was a pretty good excuse to see the old lovebirds, again. They definitely had their issues. Everyone did. But they were good people. Even if sometimes they didn't act like it. Honestly, they reminded her a lot of her family. Only not completely nutso. It'd be nice to see them again. And judging by the message, it seemed like Jak would finally be able to get some one-on-one time with Eris. Which... in Jak's mind, was long overdue. The last time she had a conversation with her, she had just as much blood on the iinside as she did the outside. So... she wasn't really sure if it even counts.
For the sake of appearances, Jak hadn't arrived in the Discovalente. Seeing their Officer show up in a rinky-dink old junker didn't exactly fill a lot of people with much confidence. Instead, Jak stayed in town overnight. Got a good rest in. And woke up at first light to go meet Leo and Eris, arriving on foot. Was it ideal? No. But a big part of Jak's mission was to increase public perception of the ISC. To bolster their image to the people. To make people feel safe.
It was annoying, to be sure, walking all the way out there... But it was worth the effort. Besides, it wasn't like she'd gone out there in full plated armor. In fact, Jak had been wearing her Dress Fatigues, and that fabric was incredibly breathable. Jak would sometimes comment that it felt like she was wearing nothing at all.... Much to the regret of everyone within earshot.
In reality, it was over thirty pounds of industrial metal fiber-mesh, layered over a hard-body exoskeleton.The fact that it looked like clothing was secondary. It was just an all-purpose, low-cost stopgap so infantry could be proteceted at all times. And they were comfortable. So... why not?
It wasn't until a particularly strong gust of wind rushed by that Jak found herself regretted all the choices in her life that led her to this moment, quickly slapping her ISC badge, a set of Light-Plate Armor requipping onto her form. Under the plates, a soft fabric hug to her hips, arms and legs. WARMTH! Much better. She didn't know why she had been even bothing to weather the cold at all. Jak checked her watch.
Five minutes. She had only been waiting for five minutes. Boredom was setting in. And Jak was going stir-crazy.
An Indeterminate Eternity later....
Jak saw Blackjack approaching, and she could feel herself be renewed with energy. She had managed to go through every single time-passing trick and game she could think of, without looking like a total loon. And honestly, she was just happy that she didn't have to cross that line. As the ship touched down, Jak shifted on her feet, looking to get the formalities out of the way. She just hoped it would be a little less tense of a situation than last time. Though, considering their reason for meeting, she figured... that was a bit of an naive thought.
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Post by Reya Starlyght on Feb 23, 2020 2:48:02 GMT
It quickly became apparent that they were indeed not the first to arrive, as she made out Jak's form, previously dwarfed by the size of the platform. Clad in plate, the lieutenant likely wasn't all that keen on any sort of dress code, perhaps this was even the first outing regarding negotiation she had ever attended. Regardless, it was a harmless offense, one Isadia would be likely to bash once or twice although it was nothing compared to the chaos that would have descended had Jak's attire veered too far in the opposite direction. Perhaps it would be better, even, dependent on the other party, that she was donning an outfit that exuded her rank as an ISC officer, the style of her hair only further accentuating her strict features. Only time would tell, however, and apparently they had a fair deal of it on their hands.
"I'm glad you accepted my invitation, Lieutenant. How has it been?" Eris questioned as she approached, it for all intents and purposes a needless pleasantry, delivered as such. She did not necessarily enjoy engaging in needless small talk, that was certainly more of Leo's forte, but nevertheless there was no other suitable way to start a conversation, at least in her mind. Perhaps an observation on the weather, no that was an even more base beginning. Not that there was anything in particular to comment on, other than the chill of the altitude and the clouds that approached from a distance, meaningless details in the scenery.
Up close Isadia's mansion was far more wizened in appearance than it was at a distance, the wrought iron gates secured by a manual lock, common ivy creeping up the red fortifications at a measured pace, well maintained. A sign of old wealth, ancient power, slipping away from the marquise's fingertips. Whether they would help her dig her claws back into authority or assist in her downfall remained to be seen, yet Eris mentally prepared herself for whatever joyous spectacle would undoubtedly unfold as a result of Isadia's stubbornness, that was a kind way to describe her. Being generous was a key to diplomacy, at least when it came to mindless pleasantries, and there was no better way to go about such than to block out what would have been some of her less polite remarks.
How one's life had been aside, Eris was always one for a contingency plan, of sorts. "I'm assuming you have a communication device of some kind, we should make sure we're on the same frequency in case anything goes awry. Also, in case you want to hear his lovely voice, Leo's going to be listening to Isadia insulting him." Jutting her thumb back toward Blackjack, Eris's visage morphed into a mischievous grin. One boot propped up on the console, Leo gave a lazy wave in their direction, his method of greeting genuine although certainly not as formal as her own. It was fitting if nothing else, though, considering how they had first met.
"Ah, Eris!" Jak started, going for a handshake she immediately regretted.
"Um... Not much?" Jak thought for a second, "I mean- Not bad! Lots of paperwork."
Being perhaps too accommodating of Jak's awkwardness, or equally awkward, herself, Eris had returned the handshake, though it was clear from their expressions that both weren't really happy with it. As soon as they broke contact, Jak's hand shot up, scratching the back of her head.
"Yeah. I'm just glad that I'm able to be of some help." Jak laughed, "Besides, it was a good excuse to talk to you guys on company time, haha!"
Jak had been staring down that mansion for awhile now. Something about it didn't seem right. It wasn't anything massive, but... It wasn't like Jak had been hiding. And it wasn't like they weren't expecting people later in the day. You would think that someone loitering on their property would elicit some kind of response. Even just getting told she can't wait here. Or a glass of water. Something. But she had been waiting outside for hours, and Eris was her first human contact of the day. Eris broke Jak's train of thought, asking about linking comms.
"What, are we, workin' with Junk Lacks? 'Couse I do." Jak beamed, pulling out her device, small white rectangle with a holographic screen.
She ejected a small dongle from inside it, sticking it into her ear as she paired to Eris' communicator. Once she was patched in, she raised one hand to her ear, speaking while raising a hand to Leonidas.
"How's it, Lee! . . . o!" Jak hesitated, "Eh. Sorry. Was trying a thing. Felt wrong."
Jak turned to Eris, obviously a bit embarrassed, pulling the dongle out of her ear for a second. "Sorry, I think I just need to get some blood flowing." Jak explained, "I've been goin' stir-crazy for the last hour an' a half."
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Post by Reya Starlyght on Feb 25, 2020 0:45:35 GMT
Her mouth upturned slightly at Jak's proposed handshake, accepting it although the expression on her visage more or less read how unnecessary she thought it was. Paperwork, though, what a lovely pastime. To be honest, Eris probably would have preferred that over the events that had occurred in the months following their last get together, it certainly would have resulted in far less eternal consequences. The lieutenant didn't need to know any of that, however, and thus Eris's features were a mask, a pleasant, quipped response in order. "Ah yes, the glorious efficiency of bureaucracy at work." Good, she didn't ask. It was for the better, in the end. Jak certainly had her own problems to deal with, after all, everyone did. "Yeah, certainly."
As their conversation wound on, Eris found herself unfamiliar with a word the lieutenant used. Granted, it wasn't an entirely uncommon experience, at least when it came to slang terms, considering how far behind she often was on the minute details of modern language. Then again, were it a common term she probably would heard it in the past decade, no? In reference to Jak's communicator, Eris predicted it had something to do with technology, which didn't exactly help her case. "Junk... lacks?" she asked, tilting her head to one side ever so slightly.
Nevertheless, their devices were soon linked, an... undesirable moniker produced from it. "If you weren't ISC, I'd be saying 'next time you call me that I'll slit your throat' right about now," Leo said, casual despite his words. Eris stifled a laugh as it was apparent Jak had elected to silence his voice for a moment, which was probably for the best.
"Wait, you've been standing out here for an hour and a half?"
Before their conversation could be continued any further, a distant roar was heard above, quickly nearing their location. A slick streak of jet, it landed rather far away on the platform, sixty or seventy meters from their own position. Quite a stroll, for the delegation, but then again perhaps they were concerned that such a fine craft might be dinged by others, which wasn't entirely unreasonable considering who was at the helm of Blackjack at that moment. "Looks like it's showtime for you two then. Have fun!" With that, Leo retreated back into the living quarters of their vessel, pouring himself a cup of coffee. The ramp of the other, larger starship opened at the same time, two figures descending to meet Jak and Eris.
"Uh. Yeah. I mean, just for an hour and a half." Jak lied, "I was, uh- mostly watching VidHub"
In reality, Jak had been outside the manor for just over two hours. And had managed to get through all her subscriptions in those first forty minutes. After that, she pretty much just daydreamed and playing through little games in her head and half-whispering songs to herself. For the first ten minutes, that was enough. But by hour two of waiting, she had already hummed Trillium Funk about a thousand times, and it had gotten old a long time ago. And the final twenty minutes had been agony.
However, before Jak had a chance to spoil her own lie, another ship approached from off the horizon, landing a ways away from the platform. Though, unlike Jak, it seemed that the Hyperion Corporation kept their distance because of the high quality of their ship. And honestly, the more she looked at it, the more Jak felt reassured in her decision to walk to the manor. It was massive, and ornate, clearly the result of wealthy individuals who wanted to let everyone know how wealthy they were. Jak... could definitely understand that kind of person. Hell, most of her family were that kind of person.
But, when the delegates exited, she found that they... well, they were definitely an interesting couple.
The first to exit was a man in armor, covered in robes and sashes in maroon, with gold accents. He seemed to survey the scene for a moment before turning back to the ramp, his long fur collar ruffling in the breeze. Clearly, this man was security, of a sort... Though his clothing made him seem more important than that. He was a warrior, but he held a rank of importance among Hyperion. From his stance, Jak could tell that this man was all business, his close-cut blond hair giving him a severe look, even at this distance. And as he turned to the mansion, Jak could swear he was staring directly into her eyes, as if scrutinizing her from afar.
Meanwhile, behind him, the second delegate disembarked, seemingly more timid and cautious than her attaché, and was clearly the more experienced diplot, going off appearances alone. Her knee-length dress exuded a level of authority, with the gold sleeves, sash and boots feeling quite regal and refined. Though... watching her stumble her way down the ramp, it seemed fairly clear that she didn't spend much time on starships. As she looked up to the manor, the light of the sun glanced off her face, illuminating her olive skin and eliciting a flash of glare from below her lip.
As they approached, it became clear what their roles would be. the Warrior walked ahead, keeping a careful eye on the surrounding area, as if expecting something to go wrong. Paranoid was perhaps a strong word. After all, these negotiations were apparently quite heated, with neither side trusting the other to play by the rules. However, the Diplomat. seemed almost oblivious to all of this, focusing instead on taking notations of... some sort. Although, once they came close, she seemed to perk up, turning her attention to Jak and Eris as Otto gave a quick salute, which Jak returned, before returning to an at-ease position.
"Good afternoon. I am Freya Gouden, representing Hyperion Corporation."
The Diplomat spoke kindly, though... not quite sincerely. Her happy demeanor seemed less like a genuine emotion, but more of someone acting to put forward a positive image of their company. Politeness, positive energy and charisma were mandatory for her position.
"And this is Otto Karmozijn, our Head of Security for Special Functions."
"Pleasure." Karmozjin spoke curtly. Whether this was because he was a man of few words, or simply devoted to his duties, more than conversation, Jak couldn't tell. But he seemed very much less enthused than Freya had been. Or perhaps he just didn't have a cheerful bone in his body. Looking at his severe face, Jak guessed this was probably the case.
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Post by Reya Starlyght on Feb 26, 2020 21:03:19 GMT
The delegates soon became defined in her sight, far more regally dressed than Eris would have expected for representatives of a corporation. Apparently they hadn't researched Berinnore in any sort of detail, because although the woman's dress suited that of a traditional diplomat it would be certain to offend the marquise. Eris elected to offer no warning, however, a glint in her lilac eyes present as she thought about the polite chaos that would soon erupt, interspersed with shrewd remarks and pointed jabs. "Afternoon," she offered, tone similar to Gouden's own although a bit more direct. "Eris Sigal, and this is Lieutenant Rousseau of the ISC. Pleased to meet you."
Head of security, then they expected conflict, did they? A guard would be appropriate, certainly, if Gouden was not adept in self defense herself, but Karmozijn's presence seemed a bit excessive, for a diplomatic mission, until Eris reminded herself of a very small thing that played a fundamental, although despised, role in her own life, and even more so in Isadia's. She sighed, the expression muted in the face of those she did not trust, as was always the case. At least the security head didn't have any obvious weapons on him, although there were likely implements either concealed in his multitude of layers or he could simply summon them from thin air as was the case for herself. Then again, if Eris and Jak were successful, there would be no need for such thoughts, but she was always prepared.
"The Marquise had requested mediators in the negotiations, and thus we will be acting as such. If you have any concerns to voice before meeting her, please do make them known now." Her tone was cordial yet objective, wanting to get her point across firmly. They would have a few minutes to discuss any fine details, eventually a guard moving from a previously unknown position to unlock the iron gates, acknowledging that all parties had at last arrived. They were swiftly escorted inside, another guard staying put at the entrance although they seemed relaxed, leaning against the wall with a tail sticking out from full plate armor. The one escorting them all also had a helmet on, although as they proceeded further into the marquise's home a servant greeted the delegation, and with that the guard turned back. A girl about seventeen or so, with brown horns curling back into dark auburn hair, nodded to them all.
"Welcome to the Marquise's estate. Please follow me." With that, she continued down the same grand hallway, oak trimmed in gold accents and colorful art although like the outside of the manor its age was shown by peeling paint and warped wood alike. Their guide was but an unnecessary formality, as their destination was already quite obvious given the ornate double doors set at the end of the corridor. As they neared, two more servants opened the objects in question.
Some introductions were unnecessary. This was most certainly the case for Marquise Isadia Berinnore. Sat upon an ornate armchair that approximated a throne, her delicate features were almost elven in nature, that was disregarding her vermilion skin, the horns that accented her onyx hair, and the tail resting on lap. She rose, the layers of her scarlet and black gown flowering out with her as she descending down the steps of her perch, each stride swaying to one side or another, accentuating her hips and bosom. A smile crossed her visage, a sharp canine catching the edge of her lip for a moment, before Isadia spoke, crossing her arms. "Negotiations, was it? What exactly does your corporation want with the good people and land of Somadier?" she asked, the impatience evident in her tone as her obsidian sclera focused on the two representatives from Hyperion, after glancing over Eris and Jak with what more or less amounted to indifference at that moment.
It seemed that Hyperion were taking this fairly seriously. They were prepared. And Jak, honestly, felt relieved in that, strangely. Something about the distrust being mutual made the whole situation feel more rational. Easier to stay impactial. When Eris asked about the Marquise, Gouden waggled her tablet.
"I believe my dossiers have all the information about Lady Berinore which I will need, " she smiled, "Coming to her home unprepared would be unwise for such purposes as ours, after all."
Marquise Isadia Berinnore was beautiful by human metrics. However, by demonic standards, it was like looking at a living goddess. And as she sashayed down to meet the delegates, Jak could feel her heart flutter for a moment, However, Isadia seemed to ignore them for now, focusing instead on the representatives of Hyperion.
As the Marquise approached, Gouden curtseyed defferently, while behind her, Karmozin stood stoicly. It was clear from the way he seemed to size up the room, that he was already judging where a sneak attack may come from, indulging the one marketable use for paranoia. As much as Gauden seemed eager to please, Karmozjin seemed almost hopeful for the manor's occupants to attack, and validate his presence here, However, he was taking the calm in stride, though still glancing warily at every darkened corner or closed door.
"Negotiations. Yes, " Gouden responded.
"I am Freya Gouden of Hyperion. And the gentleman accompanying me is Otto Karmozjin."
"The long and short of it? Hyperion wishes to purchase your mines."
Quickly, Gouden brought up several screens on her tablet, representing trade, manufacturing, employment and the mines themselves, holding it so as to allow the Marquise to either watch over the numbers as Gouden scrolled through, or to take the tablet, herself.
"Of course, we would continue to employ the services of your... residents? workers? Your people, at any rate... but the new overseers would consist of Hyperion personnel..."
Post by Reya Starlyght on Mar 6, 2020 22:47:07 GMT
Eris stifled a laugh at the diplomat's response, had she really looked into Isadia's records she would have realized how inappropriate her attire was. Or maybe that was Gouden's point, although it was an aggressive action from someone who seemed so amenable in her mannerisms. Whatever the case, they soon were inside the marquise's hold, Eris quickly picking up on Karmozjin's constant vigilance. While he was the so called head of security, his wariness was yet again unwarranted. As much as a nuisance Berinnore could be, she was not one to apply force to an issue unless it was necessary, her status as nobility dictated otherwise.
Another misstep was taken as the diplomat decided to jump head first into the issue at hand, with a proposal even Eris blinked at for its brashness. Isadia glanced down at the tablet before pushing it aside, a singular claw catching the edge of the screen in the process. "Purchase my mines, you do realize what an absurdity that is? I have never heard of this... Hyperion before a few moments ago, and you believe your corporation has the right to propose such?" she interrogated, tone almost astonished in nature although a tinge of rage was held back. "I suppose you might have merely begun on your highest expectations, but I would advise you rethink your proposal, for what you suggest may put my people at risk. I have experimented with such offers before, but no foreign overseer has produced neither satisfactory nor humane results. And Otto, was it? Don't be shy, lovely, there are no monsters hiding in the corners of my home."
A groan was heard over the commlink. "Oh no, please stop her before I have to hear this," Leo muttered.
Eris most certainly agreed, although she could voice no opinion in response for it was possible Isadia would be cued in on him listening. "Marquise, representatives of Hyperion, if I may suggest a compromise...."
Clearly, though, the marquise had already moved on from diplomacy, the single slight to her prestige by Gouden's bluntness propelling her to continue her tirade of remarks. "Eris, darling, you never introduced the replacement for your boyfriend in the delegation today," Isadia said with a smile.
"That bitch...."
She spoke through gritted teeth. "This is Lieutenant Jak Rousseau. And husband...." Eris shook her head, dismissing the insult. "Anyway, what I was going to suggest was that perhaps you two could sign a contract of some kind, allowing Hyperion to have first access to all materials mined, while the Marquise maintains control of her people and their overseers. It would guarantee a steady flow of business and resources, without disrupting the status quo."
One might have expected someone in Gouden’s position to be nervous. Or perhaps even angry. Not at the Marquis, but at her own people, for having sent her in so woefully mis-informed about the status of their negotiations… but, be it remarkable poise or the result of some unknown plan on her part, it seemed that the Hyperion representative was unflapped by Lady Berinore’s insulted outburst. Really, more than anything, Gouden seemed more concerned about the minor damage to her tablet, rather than the shit-storm of a conversation she had been thrust into. However, after a momentary glance at the screen, Gouden just smiled, and affirmed her position.
“Hyperion doesn’t waste time, Lady Berinore.” she asserted, “And they don’t seek to waste yours.”
“There’s no point in having this meeting unless all parties make their intentions known, up front, don’t you agree?”
“As for me, my Lady: I am simply performing my duties.” Karmozjin reported, flatly, “And I may stand down only at the request of my charge.”
Gouden shot her bodyguard a look of annoyance. Clearly, she wasn’t a fan of his behavior either. Or, maybe, she realized that the Marquis had taken a shine to him. Either way, she was quite confident that Otto’s behavior was not conducive to this meeting going as they intended. She smiled sweetly, addressing Karmozjin in a tone that seemed to flutter between a request, and a command, but asking nothing in particular.
“The Lady of the House has assured us of our safety, and has even made a personal request of you. Your rudeness is unbecoming of your station.”
Otto seemed, for a moment, taken back. But almost immediately regained his footing.
“Yes. Very well, Miss Gouden.” he responded, standing at-ease, his eyes fixating on the Marquis. “I shall entertain any requests The Lady might have.”
It was only once hearing Eris’ suggested compromise that Gouden seemed somewhat flustered. She looked at Eris sideways, refusing to turn her back on the Marquis, out of an equal measure of respect and fear. Not to mention what bad etiquette it would be, to turn your back on a potential business partner, in order to speak to some… lowly underling. She spoke again, a tinge of superiority in her voice.
“Miss… Eris, was it?” Gouden probed, “While I appreciate your input, I think that you are, perhaps, a bit uninformed. Such a simple solution would be lovely, of course, but… there is much more to such an arrangement than niceties and idealism.”
“At the end of the day, Hyperion seeks to be more than simply priority contractors. And to that end, I have been asked to exhaust any and all avenues which I have been briefed in, before settling on such a compromise.”
“Your ‘solution’ is, in the eyes of my employers, a worst-case scenario.”
Turning her full attention back to the Marquis, Gouden extended the scratched tablet again.
“Which is why I ask that your Ladyship to look over the numbers our people have collected. Both of the output reported by your mines, as well as efficacy ratings of our own holdings.”
“It should only take a few minutes, but I believe that it will greatly change your opinion of our company to do so.”
Meanwhile, Jak waited quietly. More than anything, she was noticing Karmozjin. He clearly had some level of military training, though, what force, Jak couldn’t quite tell. However, even at-ease, it seemed the bodyguard was ready to spring into action, should it be required. Jak, on the other hand, wasn’t sure such precautions were necessary… Though, that was mostly because The Marquis had been vouched for by Leo and Eris. And that, judging by the state of this place, it would take nothing short of a small army to pose any threat to this meeting. OoC: hrm... seems like Gouden really wants the Marquis to take that tablet, and look over the numbers... I wonder why?