Open Naboo Holiday with the Hiporis

[Julia Hipori]

Arcing across the skies above the cityscape below, a Guild d'Lanseaux Star Yacht cut a thin line across the night sky as it carried its occupant toward a meeting she really didn't want to go to. Every year the 'Hipori Holdings' group held a get together, bringing together friends, business associates and, worst of all, family for a party to celebrate 'another succesful year'. Inside the yacht, Julia Hipori, the head of the corporate dynasty which she had founded, sat engrossed in her datapad, doing all she could to brace herself for the afternoon of smoozing that would follow.

"Did she respond?" her curt voice cut across the cabin, her personal assistance - well, one of them - responding quickly and professionally, keeping his voice as neutral as he could manage "Not yet no, we've left her space open, given her past rec -" Julia raised her hand silencing the man, she knew the 'past record' of her own daughter. With a huff, she went back to tapping away on her datapad confirming the people who had been invited.

Having once served in the Galactic Senate, Julia had invited Senators from the ISC, avoiding the New Republic and Free World's Alliance from the list. Blackwell, Systech and Canto Distribution executives had also been inited, with Julia serving as a shareholder and director in all three companies, it felt only right. Finally, she had invited the business associates of her husband, Sebastian, meaning a cadre of bankers and media moguls from the core would also be present, as well as a gaggle of her daughters friends.

Julia dreaded to think what would become of the gathering if her daughters posse actuall did arrive.

Pushing the thought from her mind as the yacht touched down, she stood and looked out of the window at the retreat they had booked for the next few days. Far from the nearby city, it offered a perfectly secluded spot for a gathering of the galaxies wealthiest individuals to meet in private, look back on the year that had been, and discuss the year to come. With a deep breath, she walked down the ramp and into the compound.

OOC: Open to ISC politicians as well as Corporate characters.

 

[Mazeryl Xiron]

Spoiler: Music OOC

The invitation to Naboo had come to the Governor of ISC’s Karazak like a feather in the wind. It wouldn’t have been the first time for her to let it drift on by between fingers, keep herself cocooned in her office atop the Hall of Harmony, but something told her to accept. The only way to move on, after all, was to move forward.

On the way was endless space, darkness between the stars, then came light as the sun bathed the verdant mountains of another world. Beside the steel tower married with the rock was a waterfall to fall asleep to instead of the sea, and Maze was already reminded of home.

Where Mazeryl Xiron wore two hats for being both the head of state and a director of her family’s company, she had descended the ramp with her hair arranged into a customary bun, donning a maroon coat as long as its collars were tall. The finer dresses were in the bags carried by attendees.

Her presence here was twofold given her stakes in both politics and economics, government and corporation. XiCorp of Karazak had as much to discuss with Systech Corporation as the other entities, and so too did the Governor of Karazak with the representatives of other worlds.

What ultimately would result from whatever think tank was being assembled by Julia Hipori would soon be unwrapped like ribbons on a cake. This was, after all, a retreat. And I need one. Time away. An escape from the expanse.

@Nor'baal

 

[Tion Hipori]

Electro swing music hopped and bopped in the star yacht as Tion brushed silvery, pearlescent highlighter onto her cheekbones and nose. She couldn't help but dance and hum while she looked in the mirror. She rubbed a shiny little dot on the tip of her nose with her finger and moved her head from side to side, letting the light shine and reflect off of her. Wow, so cute. Her eyelids wore a silver shimmer, smoothly blended and transitioning into solid, smokey black wings. Her lips, a charcoal color glistening with a silvery gloss finish.

She took a step back and looked at herself in the mirror.

Stunning, gorgeous, killer, queen.

She looked like a princess bathed in silver. Silver, grey, black; those are professional colors, right? Okay, maybe not quite as conservative a look as she originally intended, but what was she supposed to do? Look boring? Absolutely not! Perhaps she'd gone a bit overboard, how could one not when there are so many shiny things in the world (and she owned them all of course, or at least she made every effort to)!

At last, she arrived (fashionably late, of course! Wouldn't want anyone to miss her regal entry). Her chrome emblazoned Nubian Yacht soared over the waterfall retreat, making sure to pass by the windows, and set down gently on the landing pad. Tion walked down the ramp in grey suede boots with heels, a silver sequin dress, a cropped fur coat, and enough jewelry to make a Hutt blush. The shining star of the Hipori family strutted like a model on a runway, shimmering all the way, straight and shamelessly to where food and drinks could be found. Being rich was hungry work, and thirsty too.

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@Nor'baal @Die Shize