Per my OP template, thread is death enabled. While there is not a strict time limit, I'll be trying to keep the rounds to 48ish hours
Onderon was a fairly nice-looking place. Most of their architecture was of fine design, and at this time of year, the jungle was surprisingly temperate. Kaldar had heard that other parts of the years were less nice, but fortunate had brought him here at a period where the weather was quite beautiful.
He'd spent the last couple of weeks on the planet, enjoying the weather, getting a feel for the day to day life, following the news and politics, and planning his best means of getting "in" to the system. It had been relatively slow work and required great patience, but he'd finally managed to find what he was looking for. The weak link in the chain that would let him poke his toe through the door and prevent it from ever shutting him out again.
The Houses of Onderon didn't all get along all the time. They vied for power behind closed doors, and although blatant powermoves and coups were unusual, they were not unheard of. There were plenty of people who had grown discontent with their station on the planet, and not the least of these was House Taevarion. Known as the "House of Wolves" Kaldar's reading put them in age approximating the age of the Sith Order itself. They had been a pillar of Onderon's society for far longer than House Vernize, and there were many old families who still remembered the cunning and intelligence of Taevarion.
And they were hungry. Their newest matriarch was young, only a few years older than Kaldar and recently graduated from university. She was by all account a wild partier, a cunning enemy, and hungry for more power. Just the kind of person that Kaldar was looking for. Just the kind of person who would need shady allies to make a move.
A quick swipe of the hand and nudge with the Force had gotten Kaldar access to the club she frequented, and he had dressed the part for the trip. He made his way through the crowd to the bar, purchasing a drink and nursing it as he let himself drink in the feeling of the crowd here. So many people in varying states of intoxication, living the moment free of the cares that bothered him. Even without the alcohol, it was intoxicating in its own way in the Force.
He'd spent the last couple of weeks on the planet, enjoying the weather, getting a feel for the day to day life, following the news and politics, and planning his best means of getting "in" to the system. It had been relatively slow work and required great patience, but he'd finally managed to find what he was looking for. The weak link in the chain that would let him poke his toe through the door and prevent it from ever shutting him out again.
The Houses of Onderon didn't all get along all the time. They vied for power behind closed doors, and although blatant powermoves and coups were unusual, they were not unheard of. There were plenty of people who had grown discontent with their station on the planet, and not the least of these was House Taevarion. Known as the "House of Wolves" Kaldar's reading put them in age approximating the age of the Sith Order itself. They had been a pillar of Onderon's society for far longer than House Vernize, and there were many old families who still remembered the cunning and intelligence of Taevarion.
And they were hungry. Their newest matriarch was young, only a few years older than Kaldar and recently graduated from university. She was by all account a wild partier, a cunning enemy, and hungry for more power. Just the kind of person that Kaldar was looking for. Just the kind of person who would need shady allies to make a move.
A quick swipe of the hand and nudge with the Force had gotten Kaldar access to the club she frequented, and he had dressed the part for the trip. He made his way through the crowd to the bar, purchasing a drink and nursing it as he let himself drink in the feeling of the crowd here. So many people in varying states of intoxication, living the moment free of the cares that bothered him. Even without the alcohol, it was intoxicating in its own way in the Force.