Darwins Teachings

[Darwin Mortenson Antilles]

The Fontelli Operatics College had been something of a fixture in Coruscanti high society for the past two centuries, and as such Darwin Antilles had ensured that his meeting today would be held in the private box reserved for him, which commanded a good vantage point over the rounded stage below. On show beneath them was a dramatized version of the Sabre Wars, which culminated in an assassination scene - in which a Senator cast one of their peers from one of Coruscants many spires.

No doubt the message, however thinly veiled, would not be lost on his guest.

Senator Peyvand was the person in question, someone he had invited to ‘talk’ - about what she had not been informed. Darwin had arrived early, walking past the various sculptures that adorned the VIP floor, where he would wait for his guest - at his current timing, there was a good fifteen minutes to go before the performance started, enough time for the two of them to walk to the box and take their seats, making their appearance known to the various members of high society who litered the VIP floor...

 

[Primula Peyvand]

Primula was dressed in her outfit she usually wore for these more formal type of settings, exiting her speeder and ascending the staircase to the auditorium. While vague, at least the fellow senators message did include a time and place. She was quite curious as to why he had asked her to meet him however.

As she found him waiting in the hall outside the private box seats adorning the upper floor that was the VIP floor, she did a quick elegant wave to him as she approached and made her way through the small crowd gathering to find their own friends and seats.

Good evening Senator Antilles. How are you today?

She said as she finally made it within earshot of the man. She smiled softly at him before gesturing to the seating area.

Should we go ahead and find our seats? I do believe the play is about to begin, I wouldn't want to miss the first act you know.

I haven't seen this one before have you?She asked still smiling at him pleasantly. She knew he hadnt asked her here for nothing, but trying to engage him on small talk first served it's purposes. She could see what mood he was in, how eager he was to speak about what ever it was he did want to actually talk about, she could figure out fairly quickly. People in their positions didn't get where they were by being stupid, nor bad at reading people. She figured the chess game was about to begin, she just didn't know how serious of a match it was yet. Whether they were there for playful banter or perhaps something more serious, she would just have to find out for herself.

 

[Darwin Mortenson Antilles]

Well at least she arrived on time, Darren smirked to himself, not turning to face the approaching Senator, focused as he was on his conversation with the media mogul, Baron Yas'ghuul - a member of the upper classes, and a Curzonite snob of the highest level.

Good evening Senator Antilles. How are you today?

Darwin Antilles excused himself, and turned slightly, taking Senator Peyvands hand as she introduced herself "Senator Peyvand," he gestured nonchalantly toward the Baron "Baron Yas'ghuul, patron of the Hyperlane Herald...." Darwin said in a tone that indicated she should probably know who he was, if she read low circulation high-society mags, the Baron merely making some sort of odd snorting noise as he continued "...thank you for accepting my invitation here this evening."

Peyvand went on to invite him to find their seats, to which he agreed, and walked with her up the corridor, past a collection of high-class artwork, which one had to at least pretend to appreciate. "No Senator, I have not seen this one before - an adaptation of it I saw on Coruscant last year, but not a musical one." he commented, opening the door to the box as he did so, and inviting the Senator to take her seat.