Log:Jedi Order: From a Point of View

Jedi Order: From a Point of View

OOC Date: August 26, 2021
Location: Chandrila - Senate Building
Participants: Jedi Order: Aryn Cortess, Chani Tahn Zandra naMuriel, Yuun, Ban Iskender and Qutha Buvu Pah as GM

No sulphoric reek of methane, no crushing humidity and no seemingly endless rain. Nar Shaddaa levels of rain - but lacking the greasy acidity of the Hutt moon. A quartet of Chadra-Fan representing the mining clans of Yikiktik and Xuyt occupy one side of the room - a Muun and Gossam for Ripth-Corp on the other with a Neimodian just behind them clad in the robes of one of the Barrister's guilds just behind them.

No blasters worn, no threats of violence. Only the winding knots of legalese and contracts that threaten two Chadra-Fan clans to lose their property, though with a nice cash settlement - putting them back to square one and on the hunt for a new investment - or fade to desolate obscurity.

The assembly has just made their way in, the small chriotera-faced sentients shooting chittering tones and scathing looks while the Corporates simply look bored and intent on getting this all set behind them.

A pair of doors leading from a chamber further in the office part and Aryn Cortess steps through, accompanied by an Analysis droid that marches right beside her. Aryn is dressed in stylish robes with matching boots and an elegant cape that favors her left side more than her right, confining her arm partly beneath its fine fabric. "Good evening everyone, please.. join me at the conference table there. I have provided accommodations for both parties to ensure comfort while we navigate this prospect of renegotiation."

Aryn gestures to the collection of chairs, some altered to help the Chadra-Fan have equal sitting and height with the others with a safe means of climbing up and down, should the need arise. Senate guards are posted by the door, ever vigilant, and stoic to the goings-on of the office.

Zandra hasn't been involved in such negotiations before, so it's a learning experience for the young Jedi. She enters quietly from behind Aryn, and stays for the moment back a bit away from the table, letting all the more knowledgeable folks get into place as she listens quietly. She's not sure if she will be useful in this scenario, but she can at least help the senate guards do their thing. She nods briefly when she drifts finally towards the table, selecting an empty chair only once everyone else is seated.

Yuun was here as well, not dressed for this type of meeting but he's in his dress shorts and shirt that looks like a cross between tunic and button down, easily able to fight in. He wears his modified cloak like a back covering along the back part of his hips that go dow to mid knee. This is new for him as well, though something that Rey has told him he had to learn and he wanted to make sure he was here for this so he could study and understand the more finer part of negoations.

Trading stomach-turning scents of a bog in for the opulence of a Senate office is a nice change of pace in terms of a place to negotiate. Chani is used to this being done with weapons drawn, sad as that is to think about. The negotiations also often fail. Not seated, the young Naboo native instead adopts a non-threatening pose with her hands placed against the top of a seat around a table. Her dark brown, feyd-cloth robe is absent from her shoulders and instead on the same seat. The cream garments so often hidden beneath are on display, as is the leather belt around her waist and the iconic Jedi tool fastened near her left hip. As is most often the case, her hair is drawn back and into a tight bun to ensure it is of no consequence to her vision or activities.

Ban Iskender enters among the other Jedi, attired in pale grey and green, with a half cape drawn over his left shoulder. As Aryn greets the diverse guests, he adds only a respectful short bow of the head and shoulders, voicing, "Honored delegates," to each party in turn. The gentleman moves to the indicated table, and takes a seat when appropriate.

Getting themselves seated and with datapads before them, the extent of violence may be harsh tones - possibly even a touch of poor language. But one can never be too sure. The Muun starts first, hands folding before him on the conference table, "Princess Cortess we would like to extend our thanks personally and from the Ripth-Corp holdings for your offer of these offices for the negotiations." Nun offers a narrow-headed smile towards the glaring Chadra-fan, even bowing his head politely towards them. "Believe it or not we are intent on a fair conclusion to this situation.

Three of the four chadra-fan burst into whistling squeaks that completely verify the notion earlier of both harsh tones -and- poor language. Really. So rustic. The Gossam, Vyk, blinks slowly and glowers a deep frown at the words chosen. The one remaining calm, Jaiy of Xuyt only shaking her head and looking towards the various jedi around them.

"Jidi find method make save vent for clans?" fuzzy brows knit and her big eyes going bigger.

"Thank you all for agreeing to be here, let us leap straight to business. I would like to bring in my legal counsel who has given some time to review the contract in depth." Aryn says before brushing her cape back to take her seat at the table. She reaches forward to push down a button on the table. <"Please send in Lord Idan Jensa. Thank you.">

"Additionally, I have authorized the use of recording devices for legal reference, should the need arise. I will have the recording available for both parties upon departure."

Glancing up when the doors part, Lord Idan was given space to enter the office. Aryn greets him. "Everyone, this is Lord Idan Jensa. The floor is yours, my Lord."

Zandra listens thoughtfully, watching the goings on. She reaches instinctively for the Force, watchful and wary. She nods her head as the conversation continues, gaze going to Princess Aryn with a half hidden smile. It's a good thing she's not just a guard because she'd likely get fired for that attitude. In a Jedi, however? Well. Zandra looks to the new arrival, said legal counsel, and then turns her attention back to both the clans and the corporation, inspecting the participants.

Yuun on the other hand is enjoying himself, he looks at the Muun and then to the Chadra-Fan. Taking in body language of the Muun, though he doesn't really get much out of watching the Muun. He is still learning, still he takes in what's going on and he keeps no trace of a smile on his face, he wanted to understand this whole proceeding was. Though after the Muun spoke, and he saw how the Chadra-Fan reacted, he had a bad feeling, but then again things may work out for the Chadra-Fan.

"Welcome, Lord Jensa." Succinct and to the point, Chani's greeting is the most she's said since these delegations began. She has little intention of there being many to follow. Chani is an observer in this situation. There are true diplomats plying their trade here. She has no stake in the situation between the Chadra-Fan and the corporation, but what she does have a stake in is learning. Mediation is often asked of Jedi, and gaining the necessary oratory skills to clearly and eloquently argue her point might prove vital down the road when she finds herself in other situations. Whether weapons are involved or not. She continues to stand, gaze adjusting to each speaker with minimal movements of her chin and more movement from her gaze.

A short, thin Neimoidian in grey and purple robes wearing an impractical square topped flat cap moves into the room when summoned, hands concealed in large sleeves and feet invisible under the hem of his robe, lending the little bureaucrat the appearance of gliding over the floor, rather than walking. His eyes are half lidded in either long-suffering patience, or disinterest and disappointment. It can be difficult to tell which. A deep bow that sends his hat wobbling and the little alien states, "Your Highness, esteemed Jedai-" another hat wobbling bow to Chani and the others. "And.. honorable delegates," the Ripth-Corp negotiators are acknowledged first, then the Chandra-fan. "I regret to inform this eminent company that.. it would appear the Ripth-Corporation buyout clause has been exercised.. prematurely." Time freezes for an instant as he meets the eye of the other Neimoidian. Disappointment. It was definitely disappointment. LAWYER FIGHT. "If I may direct the assembly's attention to subsections Besh Seven point nine seven three, and cross reference the prepared holographic display-" he makes a grand gesture to conjure up the mentioned hologram which.. fails to materialize for an awkward moment. "Ahem. Where is the hologram? Yes, *now*-" a tedious chart of profits and mining outputs is produced. "You will notice that the Chadra-fan outputs in the highlighted quarter reach levels sufficient to invoke the Final Quarter Clause as cross referenced-"

He goes on like that for some time. Birds have bright plumage, and watching the Neimoidian preen while he recites such legal minutes, one might be forgiven for thinking such Byzantine bureaucracy to be his his race attracts mates. Mercifully, he sums up afterward, "In short, should the contracted Chandra-fan clans choose to invoke the.. Final Quarter Clause, within the terms of this document, it is my expert opinion that they would be eligible for renegotiation in three months time, without breach of contract, provided productivity exceeds fifteen percent of contracted standard. If they choose to invoke the Final Quarter Clause." A pointed look to the clan leaders and a subtle clearing of his throat.

Ban Iskender has retreated behind a sturdy mask of solemn propriety by the third time the Neimoidian subreferences some decimel paragraph. He focuses on the Ripth-Corp delegates, and their reactions, as the words make little sense to him.

The Neimodian with the corporates looks absolutely gobsmacked to see -another- of his kind here... and working for the opposition! The frog-faced Durosian cousin puffing his cheeks and flapping his hands in a fashion that is likely very scandalous among the varied Barristers Guild. Or maybe just flustered as he looks right now. A popping sound issuing with rapid opening and closing of his mouth.

"Finah quahtah clause is a forgone concloosjuun at'a dis point!" a thick accented Nemoidian as well, not less, "Yirt-Fhyi-Foh paragraph doo..." it just goes on and on... Minutia and loop-holes countered too and fro. Even the Muun, a species famous for their bureaucratic rigmarole seems to nod, ever so slightly. One of the Chadra-fan has turned sideways in his chair, mouth open, tongue lolling out one side of his mouth - despite jabs from elbows while Las prays for the sweet release of eternal sleep.

There have been other holo-displays showing profit trends, but Idan's data does hold up. Irrefutable really.

"So while it is'a plausible to use Finah Quahtah is able to be utilized, I would advys to avoid such, as it would resu-uht in furthah trouble foh d'clans in'a quest-tyuun..." red, horizontal pupiled, eye turn on the Chadra-Fan who are all now looking up and towards the Ripth-Corp delegation.

Vyk speaks up, finally, raising a finger, "They would need a series of new buyers to assure that they would benefit and not lose more profit on this venture that could be better handled by our entity." the Gossam's swept up hair bobbing and her smile, though predatory for the sharp teeth, seems intended as pleasant.

"But what'if we still do clause? We have chance!" Qodi of Yiktikik pipes in, smacking Qodi who is still playing bored to death.

"That is where I step in, or rather, my Lord Father. After some research about the methane being farmed, we found its quality the same threshold used for fueling rockets and industrial equipment. The Duke Cole is prepared to offer negotiations for business that should help off-set any concern about profits. My counselor has the terms written up for legal review. Should the parties find this contract acceptable, delegates from the Duchy will arrange a separate meeting to discuss the particulars; Lord Idan will be preside over the legal matters."

Adjusting in her seat, Aryn clasps her gloved hands together and places them over her lap. "I believe that will allow the Chadra-Fan the opportunity and time needed to renegotiate their contract and /ensure/ a mechanism to help them better monitor profit margins, and allow for more communication between Ripth-Corporation and the Clans so that this arrangement is more of a team effort moving forward."

Zan's expression has gone to that serene quiet that she gets when she's working. Or at least on Jedi things. She was trying to sense the truth using the Force, earlier, but found it an incredibly thorny tangled mess of Force pull, push and tangle, leading her nowhere. Of course, this doesn't stop her, she goes back to good old fashioned observation and perception. She continues to keep an eye on each individual as they speak. She concentrates on Vyk for a bit, curious about the Gosasm here, as pleasant as that smile might be. Her gaze is inscrutable, and she keeps it just shy of being rude, but she is curious to see how each of the corporation types react to Aryn's information. Zan for her part, much like Chani, is here to learn, and to do what she can. After a moment more, she nods her head at her own thoughts, still quiet for a moment, though she then says, "If they do have such a contract, that of course would mitigate any concerns about profit, wouldn't it?"

Yuun move off to the side a little, his curosity in this shows as he continues to watch. This is a teachable moment and honestly he never really thought he could do something like this, which was beaten into his head while he was away that, someday he would need to know these types of skills. So as each person speaks, he takes the time to listen and as they speak, he looks to those they're speaking too. When Lord Idan comes in, he bows his head not wanting to disturb anything.

When the clause come up and the Muun asks about it, Yuun focuses on him for just a moment, watching his body language wanting to see what he could out of it as he speaks. Inwardly he frowns due to what he's sensed from the Muun, he looks to the Chadra-Fan, he didn't like corps either but they are neccessary.

Seeing the debate unfold is quite a sight. To Chani, it seems a game of maneuvering as much as anything else. Offer, counter-offer, and bait laid out to make one-side given in to broader opportunities down the road at the cost of the current moment of satisfaction. Brief attention is spared the data being put on display. Were she not viewing things from the inside, she might believe this to be nothing more than an extravagant course being taught to the gathered parties. ..To put a finger point on it, it's a little boring. The legal talk and the finer intricacies escape her, meaning she's far from a participant and more an observer, and observing such things is, well, boring. She has the foresight to understand the importance of what's taking place, though, and forces herself to listen and pay attention lest her mind wander.

Idan bows again, when named as presiding over future negotiations. Lawyer fight? Lawyer fight.

"Honored representatives," Ban interjects to the Ripth-Corp delegates in his steady baritone, "Whilst no doubt you are correct that profits for the Chandra-fan clans would be more steady under your direct administration, I daresay that their unwillingness to accept credits in lieu of control over the mines is what had first necessitated the mediation of our Order. This would certainly appear to offer the clearest course by which Ripth Corporation can receive its fairly contracted share of profits, while avoiding the antagonism of the native population."

Three hairless eyebrows go up at the notion of House Cole and their own interests being brought in to 'save the day' so to speak on the behalf of the Chadra-Fan clans before Ban adds to that. The nemoidian, who as of yet has been named. But he is sure that Idan will learn it when they jargon battle later.

All four little bat-like creatures begin bouncing some and the one whom had been doing the worst job of being professional sits up slowly, watching Aryn before looking to the other faces. It's Vyk that speaks though with a carrying, reedy, voice;

"If the Yiktikik-Xuyt interests are going to be utilizing new purchasers through New Alderaan that are fully legal in operation..." a side eye goes to the nemoidian from she and Nun alike. Throat bobbing and lower-lip flipping back and forth before he is at last forced to give a meek nod to the others. The gossam continues, with a sniff, "Then we have no contest against their use of the Final Quarter Clause. With new buyer sources there is no direct metric usable to dissuade use as a poor delaying tactic."

The trio stand in unison, Muun and Gossam giving the Nemoidian an appraising look before Nun states, "The clause goes into affect on the beginning of the next work week, officialy - giving you three days head start on your methane deals, Princess. We appreciate your helping resolve these matters peaceably, for the time being"

The little furry-creatures are all shaking and squeaking. Like a mob of bizarre, if still undeniably cute, collectors teapots. Just... squeakin' and whistlin'.

Quite a din.

Aryn rises politely and clasps her hands again. "You will find that my offices have already set matters into motion, my friends. Lord Idan is not one to sit idle when there is a profit to be made. On behalf of his Excellency, Duke Jace of House Cole, we look forward to doing business with you."

Aryn's confidence in her office and the legal team assembled assuaged any notion that their future partners would leave with an upper handed comment. Aryn allowed a small smile and gestured for the exit. "Safe travels, and may the Force be with you all."

Zan watches the ending now, her gaze going to the din of excitement that is left when the corporation types leave. Now she cannot help the smile that crosses her face, their enthusiasm more than a little contagious. She steps back though, nodding to Aryn in a wordless 'well played'. And a mental note to learn how to send such thoughts so that nobody else can hear them.

A brow arches, Yuun knows he's out of his depths in this mediation thing, but still he does like what he sees so far. When Aryn stands up and Muun, "Be safe."he says simply and he looks to the others still here.