Open For Science!

[Newton]

It was the annual science convention. The building was sleek and futuristic and there were tons of booths set up and lots of people here. These people are among some of the brightest minds from all over the galaxy and they converged on this point. From individual intellectuals, to university professors, to tech companies, to mega-corporations and so on. There are also represenatives from planetary governments as well as children from schools interested in the sciences. Nearly every accredited field and sub-field of the sciences are being represented here, the medical sciences, archaeology, many forms of engineering and more! All here to share information, their findings in their research, share projects they have completed, those that are a work in progress, or upcoming projects.

The premier technology corporation had it's own booth at the convention and the Blackwell Marketing Officer was representing the mega-corporation here. It would stick out with it's signature logo being displayed from on high. Newton was dressed with a nice blazer, although he didn't care for a necktie today or looking uniform like he usually does at the office.

Newton would be near his booth for now, watching. There would be a protocol droid manning the booth, it would be speaking to those interested in what Blackwell has to show here. Newton isn't the one to talk a whole bunch, so better that the droid does it instead. Newton's companion droid M7 would be by his side, if Newton has to step away he has tasked M7 to supervise.

The Blackwell executive spent some amount of time preparing for this, he even told his friend Lyra (@GABA) about this convention. She is very much into nerdy things so he figured it would be prudent for him to share this going on with her.

The protocol droid would doing most of the work here, as is intended, that leave Newton able to walk the convention floor and see if there's anything interesting.


@Killa Ree @lizziie @christhebetrayer

 

[Mazeryl Xiron]

Spoiler: Music OOC

‘Representatives from planetary governments’. The words stuck out like four sore thumbs as Maze read them from the datapad. “So?” She arced a brow at the aide standing beside her. “Just because I have cause to go doesn’t mean I need to go.”

“Ma’am, the goal of a science convention is ultimately to learn and understand, improve and develop, and—”

“Learn and understand...” Maze repeated after cutting him off, gazing up at a light that blinked toward her right. “Improve and develop…” She shook her head. “Cute words that mean the same thing, Kerrin. What I need is to improve and develop Karazak, and as fond as I am of learning I am failing in understanding the need to attend this convention in place of attending ten different conferences with twenty different politicians.”

“Have faith, ma’am,” Kerrin insisted, fighting a sigh but standing ever so poised without his Governor ever needing to look. “You won’t regret it.”

“I hope not.”

It was too late for hope, however. The light stopped moving, glowing at the right number, and the doors opened so that the Governor of Karazak and her three aides could exit the elevator, walk the convention floor and see if there’s anything interesting.

@The Good Doctor

 

[Orrell Atlan]

Atlan had hired out at a small booth, mock weapons of a few prototypes lay hanging across a wall, he stood in front of it, a small table with the business cards lay to his side as he waited to talk to interested parties.

Atlan was here for one thing and one thing only, poetional investors, He was looking to strike out on his own, he'll still have his small stake of Morata corp but his ambitions couldn't wait any longer so here was, making the first step in a long journey.

@Nor'baal

 

[Darth Tiamat]

Tiamat remembered going to one of these as a kid, part of a school field that only she seemed interested in participating in the discussions. However, now was a bit of a different experience, first she was under the pseudonym of Anat Asteria, of a current start-up operation called Asteria Industries. She was able to put together a booth, explaining the focus of her research, goals, mission statement, and what they were currently doing. The biggest piece that would be her selling point was the partnership with Blackwell Industries on her latest travel technologies.

Details clearly remaining secret due to the partnership with Blackwell, Tiamat had put together information on the latest research on multi-dimensional travel, what she had been able to discover and what this means for intergalactic travel through the galaxy. It was a wet dream for astro-navigators, but for the red-haired woman, it was soon going to be a reality.

She decided against having a droid in her place, remaining put to great interested parties, dressed in a tailored pant-suit with a emerald green blouse underneath. She had returned her hair back to its red color, and wore glasses for the extra-nerd effect; plus she thought somewhere, males found it extra attractive. Passing by, she caught the sight of Newton and waved to him, hoping to catch his attention since she had yet to see him.

@The Good Doctor

 

[Nor'baal Desilijic]

"The great and illustrious Nor'baal is here representing the glorious Hutt Clans. He requires no less than 15 Korgs of Nala..."

"That's great and all, but this is for Government purchasers not, well, not whatever you are."

"His serene emminence is a representative of an Outer-Rim Government, the Hutt Clans! This is most uncivilized."

Nor'baal was getting restless as his droid chortled on and on about the importance of accepting his master's presence here at this 'convention'. So, he muscled his way forwards and addressed the puny looking ticket gate operator directly.

<Jee bkoha biw mee mayahia, fa doth tee tytung hou uba yoieu bai cohai du bu bamibath see kaee see mah phata. Hocan, cobaya gahkesa Jee gee phabeka, an wa lhonu sayey bai doutmaya hoohah- hee yatuka bamohh!>

After a quick bout of translation, he was soon waved through, and the Hutt slithered in under his own power. Heading up to one of the stands, he spied the name 'Orrell Atlan', and looked the man up and down.

<Chalanh. Meecooda woy boya see hee saiepa, droida! Bleeu tah koudaniua see mah chalanh.>[/color

"Mr. Atlan, you have the inestimable honour of being addressed by the Great Nor'baal. My Master wishes to know more of your wares."

 

[Newton]

While the droid was manning the Blackwell booth, Newton did see Lyra wave at him as he was strolling around. Ah, there she is. And her hair is back to normal color. Why did she change it twice he does not know, probably doesn't matter much anyways. She has glassess too, he noticed. Newton would show off a bit of a smile and then would then walk over towards her while waving back. "Anat! nice to see you can make it." He was able to remember to use the name she asked him to address her by. Usually he's forgetful about small details. Newton would then take a look at her booth "Nice set up." he meant. "Asteria Industries?" would smile "I like the sound of the name." he nodded with approval.

It was like she had the company name and other things figured out. As a friend to her, it's really nice to see that she grow this much, and it won't be too much longer until the wonders she has to share will be shown to the galaxy. As an investor in this too, Blackwell will benefit greatly from this.

"Those glasses look nice on you" he complimented her as well. Newton has some glasses to in his jacket pocket, but usually only wears them when he has to stare at terminal screens for long periods of time.

@GABA

 

[Mazeryl Xiron]

Spoiler: Music OOC [Recurring]

Learn and understand, improve and develop… Kerrin was always the optimist, serving as an oiled cog in the machine of balance amid realists and optimists and pessimists and idealists and all such. But what the kriffing hell am I going to learn and develop here?

It was a science fair, first and foremost, and had all the dealings of the undertaking and the understating (if not underworld) when it came to the understanding of research and development—and how to achieve both for the government-state entity if not for the public.

Kiss me, kill me, Maze lamented in what way her eyes knew best as they rolled over the ceiling before roaming over a booth/stand/selling/service/thing-place.

Man named Atlan had hired out at a small thing; mock weapons of a few prototypes lay hanging across a wall, he stood in front of it, a small table with business cards of which Kerrin plucked one and Maze overlooked.

A Hutt had just waddled its way in, or wiggled or wriggled, or slithered or slimed, or what-have-ye. Whatever, just shut the kark up so real businesswomen can get the real work done.

“I am no Nor’baal and I am not inestimable,” Maze began, noting how Hutts stole sizes, curving her lips for both Atlan and Nor’baal. Kerrin and Co. flanked her shoulders, hardly menacing, more like auditors—though maybe that was menacing?

“But I am interested in the scientific application of conventional warfare,” she shrugged. “Perhaps this Hutt and I can come to a mutual agreement as far as bartering goes?”

@christhebetrayer @Nor'baal
@The Good Doctor @GABA

 

[Clove Vanhoop]

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The annual science convention came as a surprise to Clove. Time passed quickly in the halls of the Jedi temple, and she had completely forgotten about the convention until an ad on the holonet reminded her. She couldn't stop thinking about it after that; her mind was completely focused on just the convention. Training sessions had become a hazard not only to her own safety but also to the safety of others. And so, after a healthy dose of begging, nagging, and convincing, she found herself in front of the bustling convention hall's doors.

The half-Sephi took one last look at herself in the door's reflections. She wore her comfortable grey stays with boning and a zipper at the front, a white shirt with long and wide bishop sleeves held together by tight cuffs around her wrists, and a muted light blue walking skirt that ended at her ankles, revealing simple mary jane kitten heels beneath the hem, with a light petticoat underneath for volume. It was an outfit that was nearly identical to her mother's.

With one last tug at her skirt, Clove took in a deep breath and stepped through the doors and into the convention halls. She hadn't been to the annual science convention in a few years. Normally she went with her mother, Kaalina, and father, Ron. They'd walk to the corner of medical science, and if the year was good, they'd even buy something new for the clinic. Today she made the walk on her own, with the same look of wonder in her eyes as she had every other year. There was a lot to take in: fancy people in professional attire, machines that were more complex and perplexing than one could imagine, salesman pitches with customers listening intently, and weaponry. Whatever you could think of, it was there.

She eventually found herself in front of the larger medical science stands, feeling a little lost without her father's guidance. Her meager credits burned in her pockets, hoping she'd find something she could buy or invest in.

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