Brandy and Fire

[Ser Gregor]

Darth Atroxus was a dangerous person to be around. Danith suspected he was slightly unstable but he wasn't stupid enough to ask. He just kept on the Darth's good side, which unfortunately seemed to shift rather often, and when he went on one of his rampages he made himself scarce. It wasn't hard living in Bastion.

Tonight, however, he was on Korriban. He had to make some face time with the Sith Lords, act all Sith-y for a few days, before he flew back to the Capitol and to his Bank.

Darth Atroxus was in a good mood tonight and Danith, realizing the Sith Lord was in a rare, almost amicable mood, decided to capitalize on it.

So they were sitting in one of the many semi-private libraries of the ever-expanding Sith Temple complex. Danith had poured a lot of money in to it, changing as many rooms from the dungeon-like to something much more pleasing to the eye.

“Rumour has it you have a new apprentice, m’Lord. A young woman. Does she show promise?” Danith asked Atroxus, sitting in one of the Bantha-leather chairs by the heavy stone fireplace. He held a crystal glass of amber in his hand, filled with a perfectly aged Bastion brandy, a gift to Atroxus. It had come from Danith’s personal collection.

 

[Jaqen H'ghar]

Atroxes nodded, his wings folded over the chair in which he sat. "She does yes...she wasn't even an acolyte when I found her. Apparently she had searched the galaxy for places of dark power before finding me..." He made no mention of where she found him, his lab and training chamber were secret, they were his and shared only with his apprentice and she was locked in them nightly and whenever she wasn't with him. It was his most guarded secret.

He sipped at the brandy gingerly, usually not one to partake of such things, but it was a gift and he had to admit it was delicious. "This was a fine gesture." He said holding up the glass. "Usually I get a crystal or some book that they claim to be rare which I have four copies of...your odd for a Sith...it's not a bad thing though, it means your less predictable a valuable trait..." He said taking another drink.

 

[Ser Gregor]

Danith thought about what Atroxus said for a moment before nodding. “If she survived long enough dabbling in the dark side by herself to find you, then she must have potential.” It was rare to find someone already talented in the dark side, it usually consumed those who learned without a tutor.

Taking a sip of the Brandy himself Danith nodded. “Thank you, m’Lord. I’m not above the simple joys of life, and I hazarded you wouldn’t be, either. We are, after all, ‘human’, if you’ll forgive the archaic parlance.” Atroxus wasn’t Human, but Danith wasn’t going to tip-toe around him. The Humanocentrism of the Empire had died out a thousand years ago.

“Well, my parents were Sith-conspirators under the Empress, and she was wise to think having a number of Sith in the public eye would help control the masses. Plus, my Bank does help finance many of the Sith’s endeavours,” he said, unable to keep some of his arrogance from his voice. He was proud of his success in the world of business.

 

[Jaqen H'ghar]

"Indeed, no offense taken at all..." He said, pausing as the cup was halfway to his lips. He sensed something...a power being stirred nearby. He closed his eyes and felt through the force, focusing his intent to see what it was..."There is a battle about to happen...it's close." He said opening his eyes and setting aside the brandy. "I'm afraid the drinks will have to wait...it is my duty to investigate such things."

 

[Ser Gregor]

Danith scrunched his brow, letting his senses leave his physical body and stretch out to grope the land until it touched on the violent stirrings. Nodding slowly, Danith looked to the Dark Lord.

“Sith are fighting Sith. That is never good. If you have no objections I would like to come with you, Lord. One of the presences there is… familiar.”


(TO THE BATMOBILE!)