The last time Ilana spent personal time with anyone, it had been a brief moment with the ISC president over a drink and some sports. But an old friend came along her radar, one with a curious scientific mind, a beautiful face, and enough ambition to fill several ledgers. It had been ages since she'd gone clubbing; Silvi merely rolled her eyes when she asked her daughter if that was what her generation called it these days. Like she would know! When she was her age, she was merely shunted off to balls and masquerades and left alone. But whatever.
It would be a discreet night of drinks, dancing, and letting loose. Brentaal was just the start of her empire; she had been laying silent, but soon, more of MC's inventions would come to life. But there was time enough for that.
Standing alone, the Arkanian offshoot was dressed in a long black wig, green eye contacts, and a slinky black number that hugged to curves. The signature cybernetic limb she wore was much plainer than her other models, but no less elegant; crystals were embedded in the surface, charged every now and then to flash colors at the press of a button. For now, she was just some bored socialite, looking for drinks and a dancing partner. She waited for Korre, leaning against the bar with a bottle of wine and two glasses as the Holonet displays spoke about war, about assault and the Sith.
MorataCorp would come to their aid once the inevitable fallout would happen; perhaps she could offer Paqualis III as a site of refuge, or many of the medical space facilities MC had acquired, partially in thanks to the Senate's gracious consent of the GHO.
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It would be a discreet night of drinks, dancing, and letting loose. Brentaal was just the start of her empire; she had been laying silent, but soon, more of MC's inventions would come to life. But there was time enough for that.
Standing alone, the Arkanian offshoot was dressed in a long black wig, green eye contacts, and a slinky black number that hugged to curves. The signature cybernetic limb she wore was much plainer than her other models, but no less elegant; crystals were embedded in the surface, charged every now and then to flash colors at the press of a button. For now, she was just some bored socialite, looking for drinks and a dancing partner. She waited for Korre, leaning against the bar with a bottle of wine and two glasses as the Holonet displays spoke about war, about assault and the Sith.
MorataCorp would come to their aid once the inevitable fallout would happen; perhaps she could offer Paqualis III as a site of refuge, or many of the medical space facilities MC had acquired, partially in thanks to the Senate's gracious consent of the GHO.
@lizziie
