Dark Sands

[Darasuum]

Location: Outside the Dragon's Den, Korriban
Time: Sun-set
Participants: @Darasuum @Simonev @Intratec @Dark child
Theme: Railroad Track ~ by ~ Willy Moon


As the sun continued to set Zeff raised an ornate flask to his lips and took a generous sip. Normally he did not indulge in public intoxication. He was quite picky with the company he kept these days and acted the prudish sith many assumed he was. The more he acted as such the more he felt he was becoming the egotistical darksider that many other people have come naturally to them. He did enable himself to such tendencies after all. the power vacuum and the accomplishments did make him crave more.

Behind him the Dragon's Den sat silently. After the breach in security and the death of Geir the sensitive material that Pale Fox and members of S.I.N. had not destroyed had been taken care of thanks to the protocols set in place in advance and also the vigilance of the Imperial leadership. They didn't want to keep such things in a location that needed revision especially in the wake of numerous tragic events. Now the large building was almost completely empty and the damage around it remained.

As the light of the sun faded the dancing flames from a fire in the sands caste shifting shadows on the sands of the Sith planet. There were others coming to this meet and greet. The Nagai thought it best to start socializing with others since most of the Dark Knights of Sin were either dead, missing, or distancing themselves from the once grand unit. The flask was filled (or at least had been) with ambrostine which the Sith drank in remembrance of Geir. It was one of the better vintages but all the same he could still taste the bittersweet flavor of the loss of the moff. He often drank the beverage ironically at first and then had come to like it. Zeff didn't particularly care for it but still drank it to honor the dead man. Now that the Nagai thought about it Geir never received a proper burial or ceremony, not that he wanted one in the first place. Showed how much disdain he had acquired over his lifetime, still if he was here he would be laughing at the empire and all the other inhabitants of the galaxy.

 

[Intratec]

The sound of soft, sultry laughter threatened to pierce the veil of silent remembrance. Coming into view, a woman, comely and crimson skinned, bone ridges adorning where the eyebrows would be and eyes tainted by the Dark Side to the point of being a bio-luminescent orange. She wore the attire of an Instructor to the rebuilt Temple set snuggling against her generous curves. Arm tucked into the well-toned, burly arm of a tall, well-dressed man in an Eighteen-Eighteen Two Piece suit of silk with the coloration of Corellian shark skin. No tie was laced about his neck, no, in fact, all there was, was a white dress shirt, cufflinks upon his sleeves and well-manicured nails. The steady 'click click' of dress shoes, pricey Nerf-Calf leather reverberated in the silence.

Wearing an indulgent smile, Caduceus' amber eyes held nothing but quiet patience and a hunger at odds burning in his gaze. When coming up upon the Dragon's Den, he almost pouted as he released his companion, murmuring a few whispered words before she offered a fetching smile then slinked away. The Inquisitor took a moment to marvel at the view before wringing his hands together with a soft 'clap' only to turn and see an unknown bystander standing just outside.

"Well!" he exclaimed, eyeing Zeff up and down, "I certainly hope we did not interrupt your reverie." nodding toward the flask, a hand going to his dress slacks' pocket. He wore no robes, no armor, or weapons to identify just what in the Gods' be damned circle Caduceus ran in. With a cheeky smile, he pulled out his own flask from within a hidden pocket of his coat. Made of beaten silver, he unscrewed it, taking a long draught, making a 'Hmn' sound before pulling it away.

"Were we drinking for something?" the tall human asked casually, seeming to have either intruded upon Zeff's private moment or offering to join in. "Because this whiskey is delightful, Rywen's Reserve, aged for twenty-five years, or so the bottle said." shaking the still full flask at the younger Nagai. "Care for a sip? Guaranteed to not cause a case of the collywobbles."

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@Darasuum

 

[Darasuum]

the Nagai looked on at the man who approached with company. He seemed decent enough company for this event though he had not been introduced to him thus far. "Just remembering fallen allies." these were few and far between for Zeff. He nowadays mostly kept to the forge, making weapons for select individuals for days on end.

"Here." he exchanged spirits with the man so that he could task his and he could sample the nagai's. He only drank the higher quality libations. wasting his time with the swill of the masses was something he didn't partake in. "I have something I also wanted to do here if you don't mind. It's not exactly...fun."

@Intratec​