Jackson L Samuel, a rising star within the corporate world of galactic industries, found himself at the mercy of pirates and scoundrels. What had brought this once bright and great future to come crumbling down, you may ask. None other then the Pirate Queen, Mae Tecono herself. You see, she and some of her trusted friends, had ambushed this rising stars wife at a market a week ago and ever since, Jackson has been enduring his new life as a puppet to the Queen.
Mae had successfully made a handful of back alley deals and black market twists to bring about a new company, the ORI: Outer Rim Industries. The connections and deals she had made were to secure legitimacy to the name of the new company, and the cherry on top, to make it all come together, had to be a name of a CEO that was also well known throughout the galaxy, or at least known in the right circles. That is where, Jackson L Samuel comes in. The puppet of a man placed in the CEO chair to give ORI the look of legitimate and serious business.
Mae had formed all of this, not to just create a empty shell, no, she had a plan that went two fold. One, she would use the ORI as a fence to sell stolen technologies that her and her friends had taken, and two, was to be the front when meeting with other legitimate companies and securing their support and business. Businesses such as the Blackwell Industries.
Jacksons meeting with the head honchos at Blackwell Industries went exactly according to plan. Some of them knew him from previous dealings or had attended the same schools. Mae walked behind Jackson, posing as one of his advisors. When she felt like the conversation needed to be redirected back to business, she would whisper into his ear as if giving some sort of advice from an advisor when in fact she was giving him orders.
After all the pleasantries had past and they had all caught up, they got down to business. "So Jackson, what have you come to us with today?" One of them asked him. He had been well rehearsed in what he was supposed to do at this meeting and being a bright and intellectual character, he needed very few promptings from Mae to stay on point to the task ahead of him. "Well, as I took over ORI, one of my key points in my mission statement was to bring the company out of the shadows as a mere minor firm and to establish a platform for much bigger projects. In doing so, it is only logical, to secure the assistance of a company who has undertaken such projects before and have, how should I say, perfected the routine. This is where you come in. I'd like you and the Blackwell Industries assistance in making this happen and in return, reward and pay you handsomely for it." He replied and glanced back at Mae with a nod. This was her que to place the bribe as well as the contract in front of them. She opened the briefcase which allowed piles of credits to flow out and onto the table in front of them.
"We need a supplier of more advanced tech. We feel that you and the Blackwell Industries are up to the task, however, my board of trustees need proof of all of the good work that I have told them that you do here, before they can sign over such a sizable contract. So as a gesture of good faith, we have delivered a large shell of a ship at one of your main ship yards. We require you to outfit it into a light carrier. All the details of this are in the paperwork and contracts before you. The parts for this will of course be paid for, and so will the labor, however, delivery of the finished product will be up to you as it will be the final test of your craftmanship." He spoke once more. The men across from him excused themselves from the room to discuss how to proceed. When they returned, they agreed to the the deal and took the briefcase of bribe credits too, of course.
One month later, as promised, the Aminos Carrier was delivered.
Mae had successfully made a handful of back alley deals and black market twists to bring about a new company, the ORI: Outer Rim Industries. The connections and deals she had made were to secure legitimacy to the name of the new company, and the cherry on top, to make it all come together, had to be a name of a CEO that was also well known throughout the galaxy, or at least known in the right circles. That is where, Jackson L Samuel comes in. The puppet of a man placed in the CEO chair to give ORI the look of legitimate and serious business.
Mae had formed all of this, not to just create a empty shell, no, she had a plan that went two fold. One, she would use the ORI as a fence to sell stolen technologies that her and her friends had taken, and two, was to be the front when meeting with other legitimate companies and securing their support and business. Businesses such as the Blackwell Industries.
Jacksons meeting with the head honchos at Blackwell Industries went exactly according to plan. Some of them knew him from previous dealings or had attended the same schools. Mae walked behind Jackson, posing as one of his advisors. When she felt like the conversation needed to be redirected back to business, she would whisper into his ear as if giving some sort of advice from an advisor when in fact she was giving him orders.
After all the pleasantries had past and they had all caught up, they got down to business. "So Jackson, what have you come to us with today?" One of them asked him. He had been well rehearsed in what he was supposed to do at this meeting and being a bright and intellectual character, he needed very few promptings from Mae to stay on point to the task ahead of him. "Well, as I took over ORI, one of my key points in my mission statement was to bring the company out of the shadows as a mere minor firm and to establish a platform for much bigger projects. In doing so, it is only logical, to secure the assistance of a company who has undertaken such projects before and have, how should I say, perfected the routine. This is where you come in. I'd like you and the Blackwell Industries assistance in making this happen and in return, reward and pay you handsomely for it." He replied and glanced back at Mae with a nod. This was her que to place the bribe as well as the contract in front of them. She opened the briefcase which allowed piles of credits to flow out and onto the table in front of them.
"We need a supplier of more advanced tech. We feel that you and the Blackwell Industries are up to the task, however, my board of trustees need proof of all of the good work that I have told them that you do here, before they can sign over such a sizable contract. So as a gesture of good faith, we have delivered a large shell of a ship at one of your main ship yards. We require you to outfit it into a light carrier. All the details of this are in the paperwork and contracts before you. The parts for this will of course be paid for, and so will the labor, however, delivery of the finished product will be up to you as it will be the final test of your craftmanship." He spoke once more. The men across from him excused themselves from the room to discuss how to proceed. When they returned, they agreed to the the deal and took the briefcase of bribe credits too, of course.
One month later, as promised, the Aminos Carrier was delivered.
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