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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2017 11:56:30 GMT
Looking away from his communication terminal, Thaleon noticed the hyper speed clock now read 10 days 5 hours ETA to his destination. Thaleon said out loud in amazement "Wow! have I really been staring at that screen for 10 days?" "am I in some kind of time dilation in the hyper trip?" Thaleon decided to take this intermission as a chance to make another round trip of the ship, to make sure it was still airtight. He set his alarm for 28 minutes so he would have enough time to get back to his screen.
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Post by Ashkatant Tka on Feb 1, 2017 23:01:41 GMT
Ashkatant frantically connected a vidlink to the meeting room, cursing under his breath. Damn building, damn mines, and damn his broken alarm! His screen blips into life, and Ashkatant looks around. Ah, well people are here... but it seems to be a break. Letting out a quiet groan Ashkatant let his head drop to the dash. Hopefully he hadn't missed anything TOO important. Ah, but it seem he patched in just in time as Damij seemed to just returning. He offered the Bossman an apologetic wave, and settle back to listen to the rest of the Company Address.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2017 3:20:04 GMT
Thaleon arrived back in the cockpit freshly showered and reassured that he was not going to be sucked out of an airlock having made another rounds of the ship. Looking at his communication screen Thaleon noticed that his gift, for the group to enjoy, had arrived and was currently being bought in to the meeting by droids.
The droids had stirred interest by those in the room and Thaleon sensed it was his best opportunity to talk "I hope no one here is allergic to Corellian Spiced Ale? Please enjoy as much as you like, it's all on me and boss man there is a special aged bottle for you waiting in your office."
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Post by damijmaximus on Feb 3, 2017 4:48:03 GMT
Damij re-entered the meeting area carrying a small stack of datapads. Upon seeing Ashkatant Damij went, put a hand on his shoulder, leaned over and spoke to Tka quietly.
Good to see you here friend. And don't worry about being a little late. You've already proven your mettle around here. I'm just glad you made it for the final part. I have this room installed with a running recorder and while I was out I got the first part of the meeting downloaded onto these. Damij handed Ashkatant one of the datapads.You can use that to catch up. Then as he walked back to his seat he noticed a few extra droids that weren't there when he left. Then he noticed the bottles of Ale floating around the room. Shaking his head he grinned in his mask and muttered under his breath...Damn you Big Man. He decided to grab one for himself for two reasons. First because he wanted to maintain the unity that seemed to be achieved so far in the room. And second, well, simply, he always enjoyed a cold bottle of Corellian. Upon taking his seat he arranged himself searching for maximum comfort, leaned back, kicked his boots up on the table then continued addressing the Pack.Alright everyone let's get settled back down, and I see that will be made a little bit easier thanks to a gift from our friend and Pack brother Thaleon. You are so lucky I love you bud. No, actually the more reserved feeling might be just the thing for me to convey my next group of thoughts. They involve my intentions for the future of our group. To be honest, there were a few things that I wanted to check out before I presented this information to you. And I'm glad I was so hesitant because I have decided to move in a completely different direction. So enough with the smoke and mirrors....here it is... I'm sure many of you get a little tired of hearing about how much I depend on all of you. I kind of beat a dead horse when a simple Thank You would have been good enough. I am aware of that but that is only because I don't want to leave any doubt in what you all mean to this team. However, my pursuit to show complete and unequivocal gratitude almost lead me to make a blind decision. See we constantly get offers from all walks of business and commerce to merge or partner up or even sell out to the highest bidder. Man I gotta tell you all of the offers that come our way is kinda wild. This is not to say we are one of the more significant organizations in the galaxy, but it seems like we would be a pretty good "catch" if someone could convince us to melt into their already existing operations. There are many that find our Pack quite a prize. And who could blame them, you all are incredible. So tie that ^ in with my desire to provide what I think you all deserve. Yes we have great clients, plenty of work to do and much experience to learn. We have a pretty good fleet and the respect of anyone that comes to our doorstep. But our assets are meager at best. My goal in the beginning was to make anyone that worked with me bigger and better. Or at least help them find the map and technique that would guide them on their journey to become a better sentient. But I have been feeling lately that I have come to a point where I fall short on what I provide to the team. And the fact that no one asks for anything humbles me even more. This weird feeling of guilt led me to actually entertain one of those offers. I won't go into details about whom the offer was from or which organization, and I ask the few of you that do know to keep that information to yourselves. These offers usually come from those that consider themselves friends of ours and I don't want any slight to fall upon them. But this was an organization that is much larger financially, in material and possession, and in galactic presence. My thought was that a partnership with them would give you all access to more of the things and opportunities that the vastness of this galaxy provides. Then after much consideration, some thought, and of course some advise from those that I respect, I put all the math together and didn't like the results. And even though I suck at math I know for a fact that 2 + 2 will always equal 4. In every language, on every planet, in any situation. That's the beauty of numbers. They are what they are...no philosophy or psychology can change that. 2+2 is 4 EVERY TIME. Well I wasn't coming up with the right answer and it dawned on me during our last break....partnering up with another entity would be robbing you all of the chance to succeed in the very goals that we have come together to achieve. I recruited many of you with the vision of making our own way in the galaxy. So what kind of ass would I be if I took that away before we even had the chance to actually see if we can do it? Sometimes in my desire to give you all the best and to be the best myself I forget that this is all just starting. This is only the beginning and we are literally still babies in the larger Galactic timeline. I was quite hyper as a Kel youngling and there was one of my elders that would always snatch me up by my neck with one powerful hand, which never seemed to hurt somehow, and tell me "Damage, sometimes it's best to just sit still and see what happens." Back then I was known as Damage as a nickname, slightly different from the way it is spelled now and the meaning was literal. I was always running around and knocking things over. Can't say I was the most graceful little one. Probably why I nickname all of you after you have been with us for a while. But that is another story that I will share with you at another time. [NAME]
"Just sit still..." As I look over you all I am reminded that it's my duty to lead. To represent with the utmost integrity. To advise. To teach. To listen. But none of that gives me the right to shut down your goals before you even have the chance to make them a reality. So I am sorry for that...well let's call it a near miss, lol. We will continue along the path we are on and maintain our infrastructure the way we have been cruising all along. I have instead realized where our future lies and the path we need to adopt to get there. And that is extensive System searching. Now I know that might sound simple to most but it is not. And I'm going to need you knuckleheads to really pull up the tighty whiteys and really kick into high gear (oh, to all the Pups, you will come to realize that "knucklhead' is yet another term of endearment....if I call you a knucklehead then I probably think pretty highly of you). It is going to mean very long hours with little to no results with nothing but hope to keep you motivated. Only those with the strongest constitutions will be able to maintain the grueling strain this puts on you mentally. But the addition to our own land and our own territory is the main thing that will take us to the next level. And that is something we can accomplish on our own, if we work together like we always have. In order for this to work we will need no less than four Hounds at a time searching systems for planets that we can call our own. A place where we can begin to build our own place in the galaxy. The hours will be long and we have no guarantees that we will find anything. But they are out there waiting to be discovered and sitting back on our hinds will never get us where we need to be. Now due to the nature of the work and time and stress involved I will put candidates in rotation. If you are selected to system search then you will be on that for a 30 day stretch. After that you will be replaced by another Hound. So anyone that feels they are up to the challenge and would like to hear more about this mission please contact me privately (DM) and we will discuss all of the technical info then. But know this....the one that finds the system will have the gratitude of the entire Pack, not to mention their name will be recorded in our history books and become a symbol of hope to anyone that joins in our ranks. I count on seeing many of you to step up to take the first round. Make me and all of us proud. Well team, that about does it for this address. Thank you all for your attention and your work. Keep your eyes and ears open. Keep your heads up. Walk proud. And above all take care of each other. Feel free to mingle a bit longer if you like. There seems to be plenty of ale left. I on the other hand must leave you to get back to work on those mines I spoke of. I'll be out of NovaStar for a little while but my door is still always open and you all know how to get in touch with me should you have any questions concerns or even suggestions. Stay strong.
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Post by Jedak "Lucky" Moore on Feb 3, 2017 7:25:34 GMT
"Wow....... that was close." Jedak says to himself with a grin after shutting off the terminal. He sits back in his seat and scratches his chin. "I knew I made the right choice in becoming a hound." He thinks a bit longer about the meeting as a whole before reopening the terminal and typing up a message for the boss.
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Post by Savanna on Feb 3, 2017 22:26:51 GMT
Savanna smiled and with a brief nod and wave to everyone, gathered her datapads and headed out of the room. She really wanted to take some time to chit chat with everyone, but she was on a time schedule and had to finish transporting those materials and get a few orders started before she headed back out to the shipyards to start those, then she had to run out to check on the mine situations and see if she might be of help getting them taken care of...
She made a mental note to find an assistant this year to help handle the increased work loads and companies needs...
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Nasvaki "Gem" Corsek
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Young and springy, the small cat seems almost to happy, her long tail, curling slowly in the air.
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Post by Nasvaki "Gem" Corsek on Feb 4, 2017 21:07:25 GMT
As the tension died out. Nasvaki turned off her terminal. Leaning back in her chair, she began to ponder over her current mission. A 5-day flight in hyper space, what would she need to have on hand. But slowly losing her train of thought, she remembers that she had some D.M.s to put out. "Mam, a drink?" Asked one of the surving droids. "Hm, uh-oh, no thank you. I am to young." "Oh, sorry."answered the Droid. "Think nothing of it,"
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Post by Tiwaz "Stryker" Chord on Feb 22, 2017 9:22:21 GMT
Tiwaz shuffles into the meeting room, datapad in smoking in his hand, grumbling something about datapad not being able to take the rigors of hyperspace. He had a holoprojector handy to catch the whole address, frantically trying to get there in person. More that one Twi'lek will never be the same after hearing his wrath surface to their remarks. They shouldn't have bothered him while he was busy - he muses.
He passes my the water and coffee, "Corellian? Oh praise Ashla." His joints and muscles have what he calls hyper-rot and need a little down time.
He sits down at a place with his back to the wall, as he learned... for safety, even though he is in the pack, it's unshakable action. He looks toward the center, knowing how silly it is. He lights up a smoke and half way contemplates putting on a Roll patch. But muses on the art of business he learned early on, "We are the suppliers, not the consumers."
He thinks of his new call sign "Stryker," and holds his head a little higher. He is very proud of that call sign and revers his Boss Man for giving it to him. He discretely takes a puff of some olde earth cannibis he keeps around to soothe his nerves and muscles. He then takes a sip of the Correlation Ale and feels his troubles slip away and his shoulders loosen a bit.
The darkness of the room and his datapad malfunction leaves him where he can't tell if the is anyone in else in the room. He then remembered another datapad he had stashed in for just such an occasion. Tiwaz stands up and slowly departs to retrieve it.
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