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  • Birthday 11/21/1984

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  1. Celteo smiled at her words. She was more kind than he has suspected, her reputation proceeding her as ruthless and devilish as the Sith of old. But what he saw was much like himself, ruthless when the need arose, but gentle if there was no need for the other side to be shown. Either that, or perhaps she saw something of herself in him, perhaps a kindred spirit as Celteo was beginning to notice in her. If only he had met her a little over a decade ago, perhaps they could have been more than just partners. "Indeed we do mi'lady." Celteo spoke with a chipper tone, graciously grasping her fingers as he kissed the top of her hand before returning to his desk and quickly grabbing his comm. As a young female voice responded, Celteo spoke but a few words. "Katelynn, Operation Muur is a go." "Are you sure Father?" She questioned with hesitation, even the Nekghoul within the room motioning with perplexed looks upon their grotesque faces. He smiled. " Yes darling. It's time." Placing the comm unit aside, Celteo shifted his gaze back toward Zalis with a grin, his fingers crossed as numerous ships left Taris's underbelly with destinations spread across the Outer Rim, all plotted with separate coordinates that would prevent their original placement being tracked back to Taris aside from the Rakghoul in which they carried. "Lady Zalis, it begins. Soon every planet in the Outer Rim will be plagued with the Rakghoul disease of Taris with no way of being traced back to us, and my company holds the only cure thanks to the synthetic antidote we rediscovered from the Muur Talisman I gave Ason Antilles. Lachlan Incorporated will become heroes, and all the while, Czerka grows richer as the foolish wish to rid themselves of the plague that has haunted us for centuries. Now it's their turn to know our plight."
  2. Lifting his arm up and letting her pass untouched, Celteo took the seat upon his desk that she had previously occupied, his gaze watching her as she contemplated his offer. Her own offer, however, wasn't offering much in return. Under his guidance, Czerka had attained much of what she requested. The Black Market in this sector of the Outer Rim has been booming over the last few years since Lachlan Incorporated had seized control of the branch, as much as the slave trade. As for the culture she spoke of, well, she had seen that with her own eyes briefly just moments ago. The twins may be a bit on the spoiled side, but their connections held a thriving den of mongrels which the likes that even Coruscant had ever seen. They were their Father's Sons after all. "I see." Celteo spoke with a disheartened sigh. "My acquisition of Czerka wasn't as fool proof as I was led to believe and my leverage has failed." Celteo moved toward the mini-bar, opening the seal on a new bottle of a hundred year old bottle of Tarisian Scotch, openly pouring himself and his guest a drink as to show no ill intent and turned toward her to offer her a taste. Swirling it within the glass, his lips touched the glass he held as he took a small draw of the liquid into his mouth and tisked behind it as he swallowed it before downing the rest. Another set back it would seem. "No matter..." He spoke, setting the glass aside, his gaze shifting back toward her own. "As Czerka is your's legally, there is not much I can do about it. What your asking is already in place. I needed the underbelly of Taris as strong as it's ever been so that Lachlan Incorporated remained a beacon of hope for the citizens of our fair planet. And with the help of my sons, as well as the Nekghoul here, we have achieved that. It is as you wish it, but it doesn't bold well for my own company." Celteo chuckled. "I was hoping my leverage could prove beneficial in persuading you to aid me in reaching toward the Core Worlds."
  3. Celteo sat there with a simple grin upon his face as the Temptress walked about his office, typical of many Tarisian nobles. Fine furniture, luxurious mini-bar complete with an assortment of rare and well aged liquor, and statues forged out of legacy. But this had never been any of Celteo's desires. Money, power, fame... it was all a simple part of life for him, mundane and boring. Lachlan Inc was where his passions laid. Czerka had only been a means to an end. "You see through me, mi'lady." celteo said with a chuckle, raising his pipe once again to take a draw from its top. "I see my choice in contacting you and inviting you here has proved more insightful than I had hoped for." Placing the pipe upon a nearby holder, its aromatic smoke flowing upward from its warm bowl, Celteo took his turn to stand, moving around the desk and moving toward her front. "As you can see, money is not an option for me, my family having been Senators of Taris for a few millennia now. And it was my father whom ordered and funded Taris' reconstruction and return. So we are held in very high stature among both the common people as well as the elite." He spun upon his boot heels, showing off what she had already ascertained, the crimson red Senatorial markings under his eyes only empahasizing the boredom in his life as his gaze returned to hers. "So as you can see, that leaves but one remaining option that you mentioned.... limited reach." "During my time as a Senator, I have been able to reach outward off of Taris here and there, but nothing significant. And the Sith Lord Ason Antilles was a failure in my endeavor, and it cost me my biggest bargaining chip, the Muur Talisman. It wasn't until I heard whispers of your ventures, and eventually roars, that I felt a bit of hope once again. I knew it would only be a matter of time before you came to collect Czerka, so bid my time." By now Celteo had slowly made his way toward her, his face more inches from her own as he placed the palms of his hands upon each side of her, his breath oddly refreshing despite the pipe he had been smoking on as his gaze stared into the depths of her own. "My proposition? A merger perhaps? Or at least a subsidiary agreement between us. I sign over the deed to Czerka and a partial ownership in Lachlan Incorporated, and together our companies grow."
  4. "Please, do make yourself at home, Ms. Krales." The man spoke, waving his hand as to offer her the couch before his desk. His crimson hair held little to the palate of the Lavender Senatorial Robes he was now draped in, his hand grasping the long stemmed pipe he inhaled from as he patted the bowl's wooden rim and heated the tobacco within. As he exhaled into the recycler beside him, his gazed firmed. "I regret to inform you that your trip here to deal with the Czerka Corporation will be invain." Just as he spoke, Arthureo and Erygll both wondered into the room, the twin boys now reaching their perspective teenage years, draped in the rebellious outfits of the Tarisian underbelly, both moaning about how life... and their Father.... wasn't fair. Thinking quietly to himself at how he missed Katlynn and her reasonability with the two boys, his gaze shot toward them with a firm and almost despising glare. "Boys. I've told you both that once you've blown through your allowances, that there would be no more for the month. Shall I let you spend a few months in the underbelly with nothing but those ridiculous clothes upon your backs? No? Good. Now go do something productive." The twins huffed and trotted out of the room, a sense of despair washing over Celteo as he watched them exit before turning his gaze back toward Zalis. "Forgive the interruption. Those two insist that the wealth I've built up is theirs to blow on the latest fashions and high tech gear. Suppose I spoiled them too much. I only wish they had been like their sister and taken after me." Celteo shook his head, rubbing his temples and forehead with his singular outstretched right hand, thumb to the right temple and forefinger and middle to the left. Realizing his mistake, he jumped. "Forgive my manners as well. I am Senator Celteo O' Maoilsheachlainn, and the reason I said your trip has in been in vain is because Czerka no longer has a presence on Taris outside of name alone. The Tarisian Branch is merely a front for my company, Lachlan Incorporated." And his words were true. Lachlan Incorporated, operating under the guise of a Medical Corporation, had completely taken over Taris. Not only had it reached into the pockets of fellow Senators, but ran most of the nefarious workings of the underbelly and its many criminal organizations. But that was a deep as Celteo had managed to reach. Even with the backing of the now missing Sith Lord Ason Antilles, this was as far as he managed to grasp. Looking at Zalis, he saw a new opportunity, and he wasn't about to pass it up. Nodding toward the two guards that had escorted the woman in, they removed their helms as his gaze stared at the woman before him, his fingers now intertwined. What laid beneath the helms were even more grotesque than the helms themselves, revealing the Nekghoul that they were, a species he had worked to restore. "I am, however, not opposed to a proposition, should you have one."
  5. "I see." The middle aged Sergeant's brow raised as he looked about the bunch, but handed the man back his ID. "We Tarisians aren't too keen about outsiders. But i don't see any reason you can't take your men and train in our lower levels- as long as you and men don't cause too much of a ruckus." He turns to walk away, but stops mid turn before turning back to the Agent. "Though a few credits may help your cause.." He chuckles briefly. "If you know what i mean." Sgt. Mable Heratio wasn't a greedy man, but he always sought to make a few extra credits. His wife, after all, thought she came from Noble blood and was often purchasing unneeded clothing and accessories. So some money to blow at the local Cantina was a blessing in it's own right.
  6. Due to the recent Imperial and Republic activity, Tarisian security measures had been beefed up. Celteo, Senator and the largest buisnessman upon the city filled planet took no chances in the event that the Empire or Republic chose to set their eyes upon his planet. So unexpectedly, after the vessel was allowed through customs, Tarisian Security Forces dressed in casual clothing tailed the newcomers. Not that they knew anything about their reasons to come here or who they may have been, only that they remain suspicious of any newcomers. So naturally, as their meeing took place, Sgt. Mable Heratio stepped forward and revealed himself to the bunch. "By order of Senator Celteo and the Tarisian Security Forces, i order you to state your business here."
  7. A secure comm comes across the wire, directed to Ason Antilles. Within moments it would arrive at it's destination. ((Check PM Box))
  8. ((Legit Double Post)) Celteo takes a long puff of his pipe, letting it inhale deeply. With a sudden jump, he dashes off leaving his pipe on his table, an idea suddenly having struck him. Within moments, several secure comms were sent off to unknown planets. Looks like something interesting was about to happen.
  9. Celteo watched as the Sith left his office, the young senator reaching beneath his desk and dragging out a solumn tube with several hoses connected to it. Grabbing a lighter from his pocket, Celteo took a few long drags off the Grey Gabaki spice which was placed in the bowl of the contraption before placing it back to where he had gotten it from. Laying back, Celteo took a few moments to cut loose before contacting his secretary and sending off two secured communication messages. Within moments, they were sent and he could relax with little worry.
  10. As promised, a lone transport exits hyperspace above Kamino and begins descent. Aboard the Lachlen Incorporated transport can be found the priceless Sith relics from Taris. Gaining clearance, it lands and droids begin unloading. Senator Celteo's end of the bargain had been upheld. Now he awaits the Sith to uphold their's.
  11. "Understood." Celteo replied, his hand motioning to his private comm unit. After a few orders were issued, Celteo turned to look back upon Lord Antilles. "Done. Within a manner of hours, the transport will arrive at Kamino as requested. And indeed, within hours, numerous Sith relics were brought aboard a Lachlen Incorporated transport ship. Among those relics were Sith Armor, a holocron of Revan's assualt on the Taris Academy, and other numerous relics of precious value to the Sith Order. The only thing that remained was the Muur Talisman which was timely brought forth to Celteo's estate and presented to Lord Antilles just as the transport left for Kamino. "There is one other thing. It is more a request rather than part of the negotiations." Celteo spoke, taking a seat behind his desk and viewing upon his children as they now played near the coast. "I've been told that training in the Force is required to possess the knowledge of a lightsaber. I wish to possess such knowledge if at all possible. Do you know of someone willing to train me?"
  12. "Indeed i do." Celteo spoke, a youthful smirk cocked sideways upon his innocent face. Motioning the man to follow, Celteo turned a quick one eighty and headed toward his office. "If you would follow me, Lord Antilles, we have much to discuss." Celteo's step was high sprung, a hint of his training within the Taris Civil Authority very apparent. Like his father, Celteo had spent most of his youth in military boarding academies, and the last seven years in the service of the Taris military. He was no strategic genius, but he was a soldier through and through. Along their way, Celteo made a bit of small talk. "As far as we go on a galactic scale, Taris has very little to offer to outsiders. We've made a few medical advancements and offer leisure retreats, but nothing of significance." Celteo spoke as he walked, his hands offering slight glimpses of Taris, both the oceanic view and it's metallic counterpart. "But now with the creation of my company, Lachlen Incorporated, i hope to change that. Which is why your untimely arrival brings me great hope." Their business would go without interruption, mostly droids running about daily chores, a few Taris Civil Authority Watchmen combing the grounds, and his wife and kids going about schooling within the study. Turning left, Celteo waved a badge to a local security switch and stepped into his office. Pouring a glass of Tarisian Ale and offering the man a drink as well, Celteo looked out his viewport over the Tarisian Sea. "Recently a long lost historical item was return to the Tarisian Museum of History for our Old Republic exhibit, the Muur Talisman to be precise. I am certain you know of it's history. But if i am mistaken, it is said to be the origin of the Rakghoul disease, a powerful Sith Artifact." Taking a few sips from his glass, Celteo allows this news to sink in, allowing the knowledge to ferment. "Too powerful for the Citizens of Taris to be around. Too powerful for even our government forces to oppose. So i had a team excavate the Sith Academy as well looking for other artifacts of equal power. But this is not my proposal. I wish to return the artifacts to the Sith philosophy, to get them off this planet and away from the Citizens i protect." Celteo again allows the information to soak in, but as Lord Antilles knew well, nothing comes without a price. "But the people of Taris will want something in return as they always do, greed a natural part of the mortal heart. And with my plans for my company to bring in revenue for this planet, it is likely the Empire or Republic rebels will likely try to bully our independent planet into their control. So in return for the return of your religious relics, i ask an alliance between Taris and the Sith be made. We remain independent via your forces, and your relics are returned."
  13. Life on Taris was a comfortable one. It's citizens were able to walk quietly about their daily lives without fear nor discrimination, something Senator Celteo held highly about his father's legacy. A United planet was a strong planet, one that could withstand most formidable foes. Especially if it was to stand alone. But against the might of the Empire or out of the stifling grasp of the Republic, it would need a powerful ally indeed... Which brings about this unexpected visitor by will of the Force. Senator Celteo was a humble being at best, finding no need for Ambassadors or Representatives alike. If the citizens of Taris held questions over his reasons, he would not have been elected to replace his father after his untimely death. So it was Senator Celteo who received Lord Antilles' message. Intrigued that a noble would be visiting is planet, Celteo would answer this one personally and in person. A reply was sent in return. "Welcome to Taris, Lord Antilles. A squadron will join you shortly and escort you to Senator O' Maoilsheachlainn's Estate." With defences deactivated to allow the arrival, Senator Celteo made his way back to his estate where he would await the being's arrival. Meanwhile Taris Civil Authority left Taris Military Base en route to Lord Ason's position. Once there, they would escort him to Senator Celteo's position back at the estate... A nice view overlooking the Tarisian Ocean.
  14. During the reign of Senator Justine O' Maoilsheachlainn, father of Senator Celteo O' Maoilsheachlainn, Taris had long prospered. It's ruins from the days of Malak and it's former destruction had slowly began to disappear from it's surface beneath the progress of economy and pilgrimage. settlers from all over came, some to escape the many wars while others simply choosing to live independent from the Republic and their many enemies, including the Empire. Though social status still held a considerable impact on were on lived, just as Coruscant, racial profiling did not. Senator Justine believed in credits, not race. And as such, paved way for Taris' reconstruction to the lengths it had attained. Defenses had been rebuilt to a one hundred percent capacity, the Governing Body had been completely restored, hospitals and cantinas had long littered it's surface as it had nearly four thousand years ago. Even the Tarisian Civil Authority held a ninety percent grasp on the planet's crime. Taris had finally found peace. So the Planet was dramatically devastated at Senator Justine's passing nearly a year ago. Statues of him line the entrance of the Tarisian Senatorial Palace, citizens still speak highly of him, and his legacy lives on in the world he helped rebuild. And even now, with the appointing of his son in to the Senatorial Seat, Taris thrives even farther. A new legacy has been born, and with it endless possibilities. Lachlen Incorporated, created by Senator Celteo O' Maoilsheachlainn, has led Taris into a new age. From a world rebuilt by ship builders, has came the Galaxy's finest Pharmaceutical and Research Labs. Sickness and Disease no longer plague the planet as new medicine evolves. Even the infamous Rakghoul Disease had been abolished with the advancements of a cure. And even now, news of Lachlen Incorporated's phenomenal growth only furthers as leaks of the development of a Weapon's Research Lab and Shipyard reaches the Galaxy's ear. Celteo wakes from his peaceful slumber, rising from his bed and makes his way to the refresher. Briefly he smiles, wondering if his father would be proud of what he and his company has accomplished here on Taris. In only a single year, he had brought about the rest of his father's dream. Reaching outside the refresher, Celteo grabs and briefly takes a snort of his Gannarian Narco-Spice. It was refreshing all in it's own glory, the drug taking hold of his form a releasing his mind to a blissful plane. Afterwards, he grabbed his cloths and left for his morning commute. Senator Celteo had never prided himself by staying at the Senatorial Palace, instead had given it's uses as his base of Operations to the Lachlen Corporation. He instead chose to live at his own estate near the Tarisian Ocean, a gigantic spire overlooking the coast. As Senator, his duties were typically the first of his day. But today, he held other plans. Arriving at the former Senatorial Palace, the current Base of Operations for Lachlen Incorporated, Celteo disembarked his personal transport and headed to his office. Today would be the birth of something bigger.
  15. Known Family Members Father: Senator Justine O' Maoilsheachlainn[45] (Deceased) Mother: Ariana O' Maoilsheachlainn[38] (Deceased) Wife: Mira Vash[23] Son(s): Arthureo[3], Ergyll[3] Daughter(s): Katlynn[5], Lonna[1]
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