Czerka - Frontiers

[Nor'baal]

The Czerka Corporation
+++ Frontiers +++
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Dressed in a crispy white suit, the smart looking man walked into the middle of the black floored stage, the single white spotlight marking him out against the stark backdrop, devoid of all color. The man stopped, and in a fluid movement he turned to face the camera, offering a simple smile, one that spoke of warmth and trust - or at least was intended to.

''The Galaxy. Filled with adventure, life and excitement - but have you ever wondered what lies beyond what we know? Have you ever wanted to reach out...'' he paused, raising a hand as he continued ''...and touch it?''

Behind him the seemingly black wall sprung into life, suddenly becoming a vibrant explosion of color, putting out the image of a ships cockpit lurching into hyperspace. ''Together, we can go there. Czerka is proud to be announcing its own 'Frontiers' line, ships that will take you the the very reaches of this Galaxy, taking you to our luxury resorts across planets such as the forest Jewel of Kashyyyk, to the warm climate of Tatooine.''

The man continued as the screen showed idyllic images of the planets the man had mentioned, and the resorts he had spoken of, before he once again looked up at the camera, the screen fading to shop the Czerka Logo only.

''I am Voren Makr, join me, and together we can see the Universe.''

The camera shut off, and the advertisement ended, to be played across the Republic.

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[TheBlackace]

The hustle and bustle of the company bar put a smile on the green suited man, not that he knew any of the people here, but being around people who shared a cause is always nice. Monitors surrounding the seated area ran the new advertisement on loop, it was hypnotising, almost as if to reassure employees of their decision to work with the corporation. Not that Nanashi required it, a steady income was a much needed improvement in his life, and Czerka provided it.

"Heres to Czerka! This rounds on me boys!"

 

[EmilyHuene]

Miss Rico Redella, more commonly called Red Haired Rico, straightened her cap in the mirror. She had just finished applying her makeup and her hair when she heard the announcement from the other room.

Almost tripping over her mat in the bathroom, she stumbled her way through her small studio apartment into the living room. Well, specifically it was her bedroom too. And her dining room if you really felt like being technical. She stood in front of the TV with a smile, thinking how glad she was to have scored a job with the company. And, in just a few short hours she'd see the man again. After all, somehow had to fly the CEO around.

Rico then picked up her nightgown from the bathroom floor and zipped up her black Czerka coat. She plucked the cap off the door handle and slipped it OK over her head; her red bangs rebelled and fell out from underneath.

"Alright, show time," she said to her reflection.

With a smile she grabbed her purse and shoved her Czerka ID into her pocket then left the apartment, shutting the door with a bang. She got five steps away before she realized she forgot her keys....

"Son of a --"

 

[Tristyn]

Dana is at home on Chandrila, still sleeping. Different time-zone you see. That means she didn't hear the advert.

 

[Jabonicus]

The security officer sat idly by near the set. Her gun was on the strap on her back, and a bottle was in the other. Placing it down on a table next to her, she sat back in her chair, watching as the background behind Voren changed into various, idealistic places from worlds in foreign places. She didn't really care where she went, nowadays as long as she ample supply of alcohol and credits, she would go where she was told.

Clara faceplate around her mouth split, pushing out as a single, dark metallic syringe slowly moved out, slipping into the bottle, sucking up some of the dark colored liquid inside. It filled up the clear vial, before the syringe slipped back behind her skin colored face plate. Blinking slowly, she watched as the commercial came to an end. She nodded approvingly as some of the liquid slipped down the cybernetic tubes that made up her throat. If that didn't get Czerka some support and business, nothing would.

Her eyes lazily trailed over to the large man that ran Czerka. She had spoken to Voren once, maybe twice. Beyond that, the most she had ever exchanged with him was a wayward glance and a nod as they passed one another. Regardless of whether she knew him well or not, he paid her, and kept her busy. That was more than enough for Clara.

 

[Nor'baal]

Empty.

That really was the only way that one could describe the large office in which Oturo Ishukone sat, holo-screens floating before him as he watched various items ranging from planet to planet, employee to employee around him. Behind him, a thin, slightly warm, field of energy cut across the middle of the room - a simple energy field to protect him from blaster shots - and he turned his attention to a screen behind him, one he rarely looked at.

It only ever showed news, and it often didn't show any of interest, however Oturo new what was going to happen today, for he like many others in the CEO's inner circle, had known for months. Czerka was moving into a new field, and Oturo felt a mixture of happiness at the new expansion, and anger at the increased workload.

Pressing a button on the side of his chair, he watched a small black desk came out of the floor before him, a single pen on the table.

It appeared he had work to do.