Posted May 2, 2022, 10:37 a.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Vora Zorell (Scientist) (Lindsay B)
Posted by Captain Johann Dvorak (CO) in Johann’s Quarters- Unexpected Messages
Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Vora Zorell (Scientist) in Johann’s Quarters- Unexpected Messages
Posted by Captain Johann Dvorak (CO) in Johann’s Quarters- Unexpected Messages
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Vora cast him a smile. “Yeah.” She pulled up the basic profile which seemed to be a complication of a bunch of very publicly accessible information. More than she expected without far more specific searches. “Okay, so Kiero Roden, born in 2340 to Fel Rodan and Jianna Fihr…”-one of her more colourful curses ensured-“of the prominent Roden family who is known for Orlai Enterprises, one of the largest conglomerates that controls thirty-five percent of the foodstuff production for Tenra.”
She tapped her hand on the desk. “I knew the name sounded familiar!” Her eyes were wide as she looked at Johann. “The head of the family, Fel Rodan was convicted of multiple high level frauds, which on Tenra are traditionally hard to prosecute successful. I remember it because when I was ten it was all over the news that he went to prison expecting to spend the majority of the rest of his life there. Apparently he died in 2392. But the son, their only heir, took over the company and tried to fix the myriad of problems his father’s management had caused. Johann, this company isn’t just massive and wealthy, but the family is long descended from chiefs of the Klief Clan. The Hass family is descended from the Pah-say Clan, who centuries ago were almost always at war with the Klief. It all makes sense.” So many pieces of the puzzle started to fall together in her mind.
“Sounds Shakespearean,” Johann said. Star crossed lovers… the Montagues and the Capulets… Though that particular story ended rather differently.
“There was a lot of that sort of stuff from what I remember reading history books at Roquan’s.”
“I should probably find a few to read…”
She blew out a breath and kept reading, translating as she went. “So this Kiero Roden runs the company, which seems to have kept itself out of trouble. He’s… divorced, oh… sad… and now a widow as of three years ago.” She inhaled sharply. “He has a son from his first marriage, Aimon Roden, born… 2372,” she whispered.
Vora barked a laugh. “I have a half brother who became an uncle when he was eight years old!” She sat back in her chair. “Wow…”
~Vora Zorell, Sciences
“So… does he then…” he stopped. This last detail seemed to unsettle Johann slightly. He was thinking all of this over and trying to understand the whole picture.
“Kiero Roden was not married to Jaisa Hass, alias Torya Zorrell. Aimon Roden is the son of Kiero Roden and another woman who is now deceased who is not Jaisa Hass. Aimon is 14 years your junior.”
“I hate to even start with this… but given that we know that Kiero Roden is extremely wealthy… how does inheritance work on this planet? Because that could add a significant level of danger here for you.” He hadn’t even started talking about the Hass family, a bunch of people that Vora had already decided she wanted little to do with.
– Johann Dvorak, CO
Vora opened her mouth slightly and shook her head. “I don’t really know. For the most part Tenra was only the small little area of The District. Even when I was in foster care, I was still in Kebbran. But being mixed up with Cortallo changed whatever societal norms I might have had. Our rules were different than the ones a lot of Tenra operated on. You know, I just never looked that stuff up. I mean, I know our laws have evolved out of the old tribal practices, but aside from knowing what acts were or weren’t illegal on Tenra, I never paid much attention to the legal system.” It bothered her too. It shed light on how very little Vora knew about and understood her own people. And now she’d spent her adult life off-world isolated away from it with little reason to change her ignorance. Even when Jerrin came back into her life it had all revolved around Cortallo and their rules. But those rules weren’t the actual laws of the land.
“I’ll have to do some research, because the rare conversation that comes to mind about it is when Roquan and his rich friends and business partners were chatting around dinner and if I was present I was almost always high,” she said, casting lopsided smirk at Johann. She could make light of it now. It had been an entire lifetime ago. She and that Vora were two very different people.
~Vora Zorell, Sciences
That’s so weird, he thought, mirroring her smirk knowingly.
“You’ll want to do that. It will change the context around the decision to meet him.” He sat back in the chair and thought over everything else that was in the file. There was a lot to scratch at, to see what was underneath the surface.
“He runs that company… Orlai Enterprises. I don’t even know enough about Tenraith society to know if I’m even thinking of the right questions to ask about it. Does it say how he took over the company? Is it like, publicly traded?” Johann was of the opinion that this mattered, because the ownership structure of the company would incentivize people working for it to behave in certain ways. Publicly traded companies usually had other people to be accountable to. Privately held companies did not always have good accountability for the people who ran them.
– Johann Dvorak, CO
“Hmm, hold on, I’ll see if it says more,” she said, skimming into attached articles. “Umm, it was a private company for well over a century but.. went public five years ago. Keiro took over as his father’s chosen heir as it was written into the company charter. I don’t know how leadership changes work now, but I could imagine them changing slightly with the new public status.”
“Oh gods… look,” she said as she pulled up a photo of a group of business people at some sort of major gathering. Keiro was easily shorter than the other Tenraith, though he was still probably taller than the average Human male. Bracing an elbow on the desk and resting her chin in her hand, she stared at him, dissecting his body language with skills that she had honed keenly living on Tenra. “He hates it,” she whispered. “Look at his body. He looks so uncomfortable with them. They all look like they own the world and he looks like he’d rather be about anywhere else. It kind of makes me sad.” She hated the idea that he was even a little miserable in his life.
~Vora Zorell, Sciences
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