Dangerous Waves

[Jet Almeara]

Dangerous Waves is seemingly a law abiding corporation. Cleverly set-up and run by CEO Devlin Archer, this large umbrella Corporation has a hand in almost every marketable product in the Galaxy, as well as the raw materials used to manufacture them.

Through Partnerships, merges and sub-companys Dangerous Waves owns, operates or manages, mining, manufacturing and transportational facilities.

The Employees of Dangerous waves number well into the thousands and are stationed across the Galaxy. To all it seems as though they are simple employees, however behind the scenes Dangerous Waves operates as a mercinary unit under the employment of Jet Almeara and Kurrimine Maxis of the DJO. The ties to DJO however are not openly shown, and to those who are not close to the duo Dangerous Waves remains a simple, law abiding and very profitale Corporation

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[Jet Almeara]

Typically it was Devlin who came to meet her - but with all the people currently at the Mansion Jet had decided to take it someplace else - and so had come instead, to meet Devlin at Dangerous Waves. Bypassing the typical throng of people at the front entrance Jet instead entered by one of the employee doors - she didn't feel like speaking with any reporters or answering any civilian questions at the moment, thanks to her talk with Erika she was already late as it was.

Not that it mattered she thought ruefully - she was Jet, they could hardly start without her. Dangerous Waves seemed like your typical office building, some people worked at cubicles, others in more spacious offices, secretaries and assistants hurried to and for with everything from cafe and sweet rolls to important documents in hand. Yes it was in every way your typical office building - if one overlooked the heavy security and patrolling guard now an again.

None of them seemed surprised to see her - and none of them bothered her. Jet was completely aware that she stood out like a sore thumb in the midst of these two collar workers, all of them in neat suits or equally neutral looking blouses. Even the guards though arms were not obviously so and wore non threatening uniforms. None of them wore combat friendly clothing with a leather duster over top - and she knew none of them carried with them the equivalent of a small arsenal either. In all honesty Jet didn't really need the weaponry - she could quite easily dispatch the entire building without them, but it was habit and she felt more comfortable armed then not. There was training for you. Wouldn't Grifter be proud?

Devlin's office seemed pretty much the same since the last time she'd come around - he'd added a small potted plant to one corner of his desk and she wondered briefly who they'd come from - Devlin wasn't the flower type, and she quirked an eyebrow at him as he sat behind his large desk in his typical Devlinish business attire. Dark suit, white shirt - neat, professional and effective.

Neat professional effective Devlin scowled at her before running a hand through shortened hair giving it a fairly roguish look. Ah - so it was a girl then. Good to know. Even with the roughened hair Devlin once an adventurous Corsec officer wasn't half the rogue of the only other person in the room. This one despite signs posted to the contrary stood lounging at the edge of Devlin's desk, one hand casually tucked into a pocket the other smoking the prohibited cig, ice blue eyes giving her an unflinching look. Jet liked him instantly and returned his look with one of her own.

"You must be Darren"

She stated waving off Devlin as he rose in introduce them - Devlin was such a sticklier for protocol, by the look on Devlins face he seemed torn between worrying if she was going to decapitate his brother on the spot for his insolence - and anger at his brother for being the way he was. It was a deep rooted frustration on Devlins part she sensed. From Darren however she sensed nothing but a vague amusement. It seemed he rather enjoyed tormenting his younger brother and he was fairly certain Jet wouldn't kill off one of Devlin's family members for his bit of fun. Smart man - he'd clearly done his homework. She wouldn't kill him...not for this in any case.

"And you must be Jet, Devlin warned me about you"

The man spoke - his voice like his eyes reminded her of Ice, rough ice, and snubbing out his cig - dropping it into a nearby cafe mug - which by the disgusted sound from Devlin must have been his Darren stuck his hand out.

"And clearly you didn't listen to a word he said"

Jet responded completely deadpan, Devlin by this time had removed his tie, it draped ominously over the edge of his rolling chair and fluttered away as Devlin pushed his chair back to stand.

"Now Jet.."

Devlin cautioned - he sounded slightly worried and Jet glanced at him for a moment - still ignoring his brother's hand a cold look in her eye. Devlin swallowed and Jet let out a small quirk of a grin.

"Sit down Devlin, stop worrying so much"

She stated turning back to Darren and accepting the proffered hand, by the amused twinkle in his eye Darren hadn't been worried for a moment. And he shouldn't have been - he had after all sensed her intentions, a handy tool in playing tricks on those non attuned and Darren unlike Devlin could sense the force. Of course Jet couldn't let Darren get off scott free and smiled politely as she called from his pocket a small hold out dagger, it tore a rather nice hole in his pants on the way out but no matter - he would soon be payed more then enough to replace them. Releasing his hand to catch the blaster and dismantle it in less time then it took for him to get over the shock Jet placed the blaster pieces on the desk and laid claim to one of the chairs.

"Do you ever listen to your brother?"

She asked as both men took chairs opposite her, suddenly Jet's side of the desk becoming the unannounced point of power in the room

"Not at all"

Darren stated to Devlin's dismay, then sly grin on his face stating that he'd recovered swiftly from the shock of Jet's actions - oh yes Jet thought to herself you can sense my intention quite well...when I let you. Still she smiled.

"Good...neither do I"

A brief second later the office door which Jeth ad left open behind her slammed shut. Meeting in progress.

[Devlin Archer]

Devlin absently tapped a stylus on the edge of his desk as he flipped through reports. Although by this time in his career he could have easily pawned off the day to day running of Dangerous Waves, Devlin had always been very involved in the company and quite frankly he couldn't imagine doing things any other way. In any case...Dangerous Waves was hardly a simple company, there was no lack of things to keep one interested in their job.

Pursing his lip silently Devlin read over the status of the Galactic Alliance trade Tariff - the Bill was still in discussion, but it never hurt to be prepared should it actually go through. As always there were profits to be made in every situation.

Tapping an icon on the holoscreen in front of him Devlin perused the list that came up. Perhaps True Trade? The company had been established several years ago and had no significant problems in its past - nothing that would cause potential customers to question their ability to keep goods safe. Neither however where they well known. They were small Scale...Devlin wanted something bigger.

[Sagara Sun]

Sagara flicked the curtains back to gaze out through the windows of Devlins office, the steady tap..tap..tap..of his stylus had long since melded into a background noise one hardly noticed. The view from Devlins office was spectacular looking out over the bustling lights of Coronet proper and the plains beyond. Sagara was glad Corellia unlike Coruscant retained much of its natural land, Corellian architects and city planners were judicious in their use of space, designing cities and buildings which served their purpose and were pleasing to the eye without scarring the landscape more then necessary.

"Do you always work so late?" Sagara asked Devlin as the tapping of his stylus finally ceased. The noises in the outer offices has ceased some time ago and Devlin had long since dismissed his personal secretary, the building was devoid of life..save the two of them, the building's security system agreed with this deduction - though Sagara hardly needed to consult the system to know it to be true.

[Devlin Archer]

Devlin looked up at Sagara as she spoke, though her back was to him as she glanced out the window he smiled smile at her anyways. Devlin wasn't used to having someone following him around. Jet kept an eye on him true... but her threat such as it was...was typically enough to make someone think twice about doing anything. With her off planet however that threat was substantially reduced.

And so..he had been assigned Sagara, who as guards went couldn't be topped, human radar and sniper all rolled into one lovely good natured package.

"when its necessary" He responded after turning back to this screen.

[Sagara Sun]

Sagara glanced back at him over her shoulder for a few moments before turning her eyes back to the cityscape, the resumed tapping of Devlins stylus let her know that Devlin's attention was once more on his work.

Casting her senses outward Sagara let her life sense take over and paint a map in her mind of the sentient's wandering about below.

[Devlin Archer]

It took several hours for Devlin to search through the list of companies he'd called forth from the Dangerous Waves computers. Granted he'd become sidetracked once or twice as he caught sight of promising opportunities and arranged for assets to be shifted in order to take advantage of them.

These changes were small scale however and Devlin had been searching for something much larger, the opportunity for which he hadn't found until near the very end of the list. Ad Astra Shipping Ltd. - seemed to be the answer to his search, they were a medium sized subsidiary of Dangerous Waves with no conflicting history and even a few incidents of 'beating the odd's' and delivering their shipments on time.

Enough things that Devlin could put a PR spin on them in any case and as the Company was currently performing at the sub-par level profit wise it would be easy enough to force through the changes he wanted. Composing a quick message in order to secure a meeting with the current manager of Ad Astra Devlin finally stood and picked up his suit jacket which he had preciously thrown over the back of one of his chairs.

"ready?" He asked Sagara and at her nod followed her from the office.