[Tacitus Corporation] To Escape The Grasp

[Jason Webb]

Tidus Cole strolled across the flight hanger of Skip 32, awaiting the arrival of all who were interested in the latest idea he had, The Tacitus Corporation. It shows an unexpected amount of promise so far, and he has high hopes for the project. He painfully rose himself on top of a mid-height crate, a reminder of why he stopped piloting and turned to engineering in the first place. There was at least a couple hundred people in the hanger, far better than anyone would have guessed.

Best to let some of the crews mingle for a minute.

Tidus slid off the crate, leaning against it casually. He decides that he will give a quick statement in a couple of minutes and then they will be off, into the uncharted depths of space.

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First thread for the Tacitus Corporation!​

 

[Silver Cutlass]

"Damn it, get out of my way!" Elias Markson agrily demanded as he forced his way through a crowd of mercenaries and soldiers-of-fortune. Why am even here? Elias mentally asked himself, though he knew the answer, and was actually somewhat happy about it. The newly formed Tacitus Corporation had observed Elias' brilliant mind when it comes to starships, and hired him as their Head of Development. As such, Tacitus Founder Tidus Cole had invited him here to Smuggler's Run to observe as the Idolon Defense Force burned a trail through Wild Space and discovered new worlds for the Corporation to take over.

Eventually, Elias fought his way to the other side of the crowd, to where Cole was standing on a crate. Nodding to him silently, Elias sat down on another nearby crate, and watched as he slid off the crate and leaned against it. "Quite an army you've amassed, Cole." Elias stated to the Founder, in an attempt to make small talk, merely to keep him entertained.

 

[Niklas]

Dirk Arkwright stood awkwardly, clenching his datapad close to his body. He was dressed for this occasion, wearing a pair of jeans, his usual sneakers, and a shirt and tie. Dirk wasn't used to being in such a place, so many individuals among him. Clearing his throat, he looked around, leering his innocent gaze, until he spotted the founder of this mass meeting. He started towards the man, shuffling rather awkwardly.

He stood in front of the two, which he had now discovered. "Hey, dudes,", the Head of Research spoke,"I'm glad I could be a part of this. This is pretty awesome", he ended with a smile. He coughed rather nervously, and dropped his datapad. Luckily, the case around it prevented any damage. Dirk knelt down to pick it up. He stood quietly now.

 

[L33TM4N]

___Reab had just been shoved by some man he didn't know. He didn't appreciate that much. Normally he would have turned around and knocked him flat. But today he was meeting for an interview... Or a job fair... Or something. He had even brought his nice fatigues. Well, nice mightn't have been the right word... They were the ones with the least dirt, blood, or tears in them. He didn't want to ruin them too much by getting into a fist fight. So he just decided to go up and talk to him.
___After finding the man, he saw him talking to two others. The man didn't look like he was in charge of much. He looked big, strong, and like he ate his coffee instead of drinking it. The guys he was talking to looked much less threatening. They looked like they were the owners of the corporation. Ignoring the man for now, he approached the group. "You guys look like you're in charge. I think I'm here for an interview. Signed up for the military team I think. Which of you do I talk to for that?"