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Dromund Kaas. A world of beauty and imperial pride... unless you happened to wander too far from a city into the murky swamps. The ruins scattered in the jungle overflowed with savage beasts twisted by powers beyond Quin's grasp. Quin didn't expect to visit this world so soon, but a friend of his fathers had called in some favors and here he was on leave. They never told him where he was going, yet he'd still gotten into the limousine. Quin shook his head, questioning his good sense. On the plus side, the ride was certainly luxurious. Inside the car looked like a custom yacht, all white leather and sleek chrome.
Beside him, a young date. Roysa, the daughter of a billionaire tycoon. Her father bought and sold entire companies, transferring millions of credits with aplomb. Beyond that, he knew little of her. They'd only met a few days earlier. She was on the phone, and had taken at least two calls since she'd climbed into the car with him outside the hotel.
Seventeen minutes passed before she tucked her phone back into her pocket. "Forgive the interruptions," she said.
Quin shrugged, allowing himself a smile.
As the car came to a stop he looked out the window beside her.
Outside, a rich red and black building sat isolated. Six massive columns fronted the building, and ornate friezes surrounded each of the myriad windows across the two-level facing. The roof was muted, though he imagined it would glint in the sun, while the trees reached to the sky around it. The fountain in the courtyard seemed to be made out of chrome and holograms, it's mythical creatures forever stuck in a loop in time.
A man opened the door and smiled at them. He said something about the masquerade and the events planned for the evening. Roysa's arms wrapped around Quin's arm as they stepped out of the car and hurried along the path until they reached the house. The entrance was vast, and inside large synthetic crystal chandeliers were suspended from three different points. The glittering crystals threw light into every nook and corner of the fresco, which gleamed with rich golds, deep blues and vibrant reds. A series of chrome chairs circled around holographic statues that moved more lifelike than Quin had ever seen. Imperial flags hung proudly above every doorway.
Despite being raised in houses of similar size and that wistful feeling of being at home, apprehension was a tight ball in his stomach. Every time a grey-haired man passed by a breath caught in Quin's throat; the last thing he needed was to stumble across his father, or anyone he knew for that matter.
Beside him, a young date. Roysa, the daughter of a billionaire tycoon. Her father bought and sold entire companies, transferring millions of credits with aplomb. Beyond that, he knew little of her. They'd only met a few days earlier. She was on the phone, and had taken at least two calls since she'd climbed into the car with him outside the hotel.
Seventeen minutes passed before she tucked her phone back into her pocket. "Forgive the interruptions," she said.
Quin shrugged, allowing himself a smile.
As the car came to a stop he looked out the window beside her.
Outside, a rich red and black building sat isolated. Six massive columns fronted the building, and ornate friezes surrounded each of the myriad windows across the two-level facing. The roof was muted, though he imagined it would glint in the sun, while the trees reached to the sky around it. The fountain in the courtyard seemed to be made out of chrome and holograms, it's mythical creatures forever stuck in a loop in time.
A man opened the door and smiled at them. He said something about the masquerade and the events planned for the evening. Roysa's arms wrapped around Quin's arm as they stepped out of the car and hurried along the path until they reached the house. The entrance was vast, and inside large synthetic crystal chandeliers were suspended from three different points. The glittering crystals threw light into every nook and corner of the fresco, which gleamed with rich golds, deep blues and vibrant reds. A series of chrome chairs circled around holographic statues that moved more lifelike than Quin had ever seen. Imperial flags hung proudly above every doorway.
Despite being raised in houses of similar size and that wistful feeling of being at home, apprehension was a tight ball in his stomach. Every time a grey-haired man passed by a breath caught in Quin's throat; the last thing he needed was to stumble across his father, or anyone he knew for that matter.
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