Open Dromund Kaas Imperial Ball: Nights Indulgence

[Darth Malicia]

Dromund Kaas Palace, Throne Room, Late Afternoon

Music filled every corner of the throne room. Servants with trays walked along two long tables that spanned nearly half of the room. Because the long tables were filled with food, treats and drinks, chairs did not line them.

Dromund Kaas' throne room rivalled the largest in the galaxy and many smaller tables with chairs were provided throughout it for those who felt like sitting. Just outside the the palace there were other seating areas, if a Sith or imperial or two needed privacy for one reason or another.

The tables were filled with drinks, treats and food for the Imperial Ball, thrown despite the recent loss at the other side of the galaxy. The loss had nothing to do with Malicia herself, and there was always room to celebrate other progress, including the massive expansion in old Sith Space. And despite all her effort to protect the news of her marriage to Darth Raze and her pregnancy, both had already began to spread. There was no more delaying the news.

Imperial guards and cultists lined the stairs up to the throne itself. Malicia's small frame sat in middle of the large throne. Her black dress did not hide her belly that had grown to accommodate twins. The small Sith Queen leaned to one side, placing a hand on her belly as the golden crown on her head tipped slightly with the movement. Her expression was it's usual: stoic and distant, despite the restlessness of the Dark Side entity inside her mind and the discomfort of being so pregnant. Her yellow gaze levelled itself over the throne room, watching as guests began to arrive.

Here Sith could network, drink, eat and indulge themselves until the sun rose. The night was young and with so many Sith and imperials invited, Malicia expected an interesting evening.

 

[Ryo Tan]

Ryo Tan was observing the throne from a relatively short distance. The throne room was immense and audacious, the music was.. not his style, but more importantly he was looking at the woman seated on that throne. Malicia. She made no attempt to hide her pregnancy even though every sentient present would know that her being pregnant would reduce not only her abilities in the Force but also her movement, reflexes and stamina. There was no better opportunity to claim an Arauk'kesh than right now, behead the council member and take her place on that throne. Babies be damned.

He pondered this in silence. He didn't want the throne himself. He didn't feel like he earned it yet. Still, there were so many Sith Lords out there who could rightfully claim the entirety of Malicia's domain and there was nothing the pregnant council member could really do to stop them. What drove her to organize this Imperial Ball? Who was the Emperor, or Empress, implied in all of this? Was she seceding from the Eternal's Sith Order... and doing it in her current state?

As someone who only recently affirmed his loyalties to the Eternal by wiping out what remained of his Ossein fleet, his family, and having left Sullust only after the news of the Battle of Byblos.. Ryo was intrigued by all of this. His loyalty to the masked one was strong, but the more he traveled the less that seemed to mean something. Perhaps the Sith were a collecting of warlords, just biding their time until they're sure they're strong enough to fight off the others and claim the mask. Was Darth Malicia considering it? If so, Ryo figured he could serve the Eternal best by burning it all down right now.

Finally Ryo managed to shake the thought and refocused on the here and now, looking around him at the other guests he felt somewhat out of place due to him wearing his normal sith robes and not having dressed up for the occasion. Hopefully he wouldn't be the only one..

 

[Charlotte Le'Anna]

If you were going to attend a ball it was only proper you dressed accordingly. Charlotte never missed an opportunity to indulge. The slow march towards Sith supremacy rarely afforded the chance to strut what the Darkness gifted her. Tonight, she would take full advantage of this rarity. The Hapan Sith walked slowly into the throne room. Other guests trickled in beside her. Charlotte’s dress elegantly dragging behind her. The train was a tare away. You never could be too careful. The throne room was slowly filling with all variety of Sith. She carefully walked to stand off to the side. She wanted to see who actually came and how they behaved.

Darth Malicia sat on the throne. Pregnant and round, overseeing the gathering cloud. Rather drab music filtered around them. Had the Sith Councilor chosen the morose toons? A party should be a party. Charlotte was on edge. The Sith had just suffered their most demoralizing defeat at Byblos. It hardly subtracted from the Order’s recent success…but…this was a strange feeling. Were the other Sith Councilor set to attend? What of the Eternal or other Lords? Charlotte felt as if she had walked into a hornet’s nest just about to be kicked.

Well, if the usual bloodletting broke out, at least she looked devilishly good. She frowned slightly. Blood really would ruin the dress. What a shame that would be. Her eyes swept the growing crowd again. There was at least one Sith who failed to understand the assignment. He wore his traditional robes instead of fancy regalia. He certainly stood out for the time being. Silly. Didn’t he know to dress for the occasion? Charlotte accepted a glass of something vaguely alcoholic as it passed by. She held it lightly between her fingers. What a party.

 

[Darth Draugr]

A ball. This was the first ball Xeno had ever been invited to. Never much one for dressing up for occasions Xeno was prepared to go in his combat gear. Thankfully his mind was swayed into dressing up for the social event by his master. He walked over to a closet prepared with fancier clothing and would begin to wear it. Tuxedo was the choice of the young Zabrak. And for the first time he felt like he was above most others. He knew his place as an acolyte but he felt powerful. May have just been the silky interior though.

He had made his way into the hall full of Sith and Imperials. It was a lot to take in at once. He hasn’t been int the presence of so many powerful people at once. Xeno began surveying the room and found food all along a table. Without missing a beat he walked over to the long table and grabbed a dish with a few different meal items and began to indulge. The food was terrific and he was only missing a drink. Luckily a waiter was walking by with a tray of drinks and Ceno of course took one off and took a small drink from it. This was going to be a good night he felt.

Many Sith here and Xeno was putting faces to names while studying the hall. The Sith on the throne with the children growing inside her had to be Malicia. Very brave to show off a slight weakness as such but Xeno respected it. And he looked over at the man still in his robes “Well if I would’ve known I could wear whatever I want.” Xeno mumbled to himself as he took another sip from his glass. He wasn’t too familiar with how these functions get going but he was sure that soon he’d find out.

 

[Aadya Rasheer]

Aadya had never attended a ball before, so this whole experience was a first for her. She found it sort of.. odd, to be honest, that a Sith would throw this sort of soiree in the aftermath of their most recent crushing defeat on Byblos. Maybe it was normal to want to let loose in the shadow of defeat - Aadya wouldn't know. She didn't lose.

Of course, a loss for the Sith was a loss for them all, all things considered. Looking around, Aadya spotted another person she recognized, the beautiful if not overly icy Marauder Charlotte. Noticing the woman's dress - because uh, how could you not - Aadya couldn't help but crack a coy smile as she approached. If all things went well, maybe she'd end up seeing Charlotte in much less dress at some point in the near future.

Stunning, She said simply, eyeing Charlotte up and down. You definitely have to tell me where you managed to find such an amazing dress.

Aadya was wearing a rather revealing dress herself, opting for something with a bit more color compared to what most Sith considered. Various shades of black did get boring after awhile. Grabbing a drink from a droid passing by, Aadya smiled at Charlotte again before taking a long sip.

Looking up towards the throne, Aadya couldn't help but roll her eyes just slightly. Darth preggers up there doesn't look too happy. Did no one tell the world eater that she's at a party? It might have been both brave and stupid to mock a Darth in front of someone that held a higher rank than her, but Aadya was willing to take that risk to potentially break the ice with Charlotte.

If worse came to worst, Aadya was sure she could outrun the woman and her ten mile train. Hopefully.

@Valen Pelora

 

[Caesia Catilina]

Balls had never interested Caesia very much; why force yourself through awkward small talk for a few hours just to get mildly drunk when you could have much more fun at home? Nevertheless, she felt it was only appropriate she attend since the invite had received was from a Darth – someone not exactly on her list to annoy and potentially be publicly eviscerated by.

Being a ball, this was an exciting event to meet other members of the Order that she wouldn’t meet otherwise, so Caesia dressed to impress in a stunning red dress that would catch the attention of most if she walked by (and wouldn't be ruined should she get a blood stain on it). As Caesia strutted through the tall doors into the ballroom, she looked to where their host was sitting at the head of the room atop her throne, unsure if she made eye contact or not at that distance. From her facial expression, Caesia decided that the Darth was secretly wishing she had never sent out those invites in the first place and would've preferred a quiet night alone watching Wife Swap: Outer Rim Special in the bathtub. Out of spite for having been invited, she grabbed a handful of expensive-looking hors d'oeuvres and a glass of champagne from a passing droid and stood near the centre of the room, taking a look around the room to see small clusters of people pretending to have a good time.

Subdued music ominously played over the speaker system, creating a rather sombre atmosphere which did nothing to improve the mood after the Sith had lost a battle and, more importantly, was boring Caesia. She rolled her eyes and set off in search of a DJ to lighten the mood.

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[Myri Adeem]

Myri wasn't an unreasonable person, not be any measure of the world. Sure, she was self-aware enough to know that she had flaws, but being unreasonable wasn't one of them. She was willing to overlook a lot when it came to the behavior of others, but sometimes there were limits. She was reasonable, but she wasn't blind.

So it was that her face threatened to wrinkle up in disgust as she observed the other guests. But she had enough restraint to keep it from showing, at least not physically. For one she did not wish to ruin her appearance. Dressed up in a beautiful gown that had been custom designed for her, with a masquerade mask to hide enough of her face to not give away her identity, nothing but a smile would bring out the true beauty of the outfit. And besides, she was far too well trained to show her emotions on her face.

She saw the man standing off by himself (@Eccles), and while she had known the rest of the Galaxy did not share in the sensible approach of the Hapans with regards to men, she had expected more from the Sith. Specially when their host was a woman of such power and beauty, she should have known better than to let them walk about freely. He wans't even the only one, other men (@Scoobert) walked around as if they owned the place. She was a reasonable woman, but if she had her way she would have them sweeping the floors as was their place.

But she could do nothing about it, not yet. So she let her eyes drift away from them, letting her gaze sweep past those more worthy of her attention. She spotted one, a woman whose dress drew almost attention as she did (@Valen Pelora). She carried herself as one who knew she deserved respect, but that trail behind the dress made Myri scoff. There was a time when she would have worm something like that, but she was Sith now. And a train was just not reasonable, and Myri was a reasonable woman. So she let her eyes linger on the woman speaking to her (@Logan), appreciating her from afar. She was a beauty, another who would have been welcomed at any court on Hapes. A smile almost pulled at the corners of her lips as she followed the lines of her rather revealing dress. Was that really necessary? It would start getting cold soon, and was it worth the effort of dressing up if you had to waste energy drawing on the Force to keep yourself warm? And she wasn't the only one, others around the room walked in clothing of beautiful yet similarly flawed designs (@Stratus). But, at least they were sensible enough to not be fraternizing with the men. She could discount their choice in clothing, they seemed fine enough beyond that one lapse in judgement. After all she could not discount them because of one mistake, after all she was a reasonable woman.

She picked up a glass of something pink and sparkly that was offered to her by a server, a young man with a pretty face. At least their host had the sense to do that right. And that wasn't the only thing she appreciated, a single sip of the drink was enough to tell her that no expense had been spared in that regard. The taste was exquisite, and that actually did bring an appreciative smile to her lips. That is till she finally noticed the music as it suddenly changed. And it wasn't the first time it had done that, it seemed to be changing every minute or so, as if someone was fighting to take control of the night's auditory entertainment.

Walking over to the two women who seemed to be locked in conversation, she interjected herself into the conversation without breaking stride. "Is the music always so..erratic? It does ruin the mood when surrounded by such...magnificence." Her eyes oh so subtly lingered over the woman who had been speaking (@Logan) before addressing her companion (@Valen Pelora) to address them both. "Forgive the intrusion, but I am not a regular to such gathers. The name's Selene."

 

[Renfry]

Renfry was not a party-goer under normal circumstances. She was pretty sure that the last Sith party she'd been to was the only "real" party that she'd ever attended, but that hadn't been so bad. She'd danced with Morgan, had some drinks, and generally had a fairly nice evening. A chance to get away and do it again at Malicia's invitation didn't sound so bad to the Nightsister.

It was indeed a rarity for her to be wearing an actual dress, but tonight, she did just that. Its design displayed many of the tattoos that covered her body. Her hair was pulled back into a single braid with the Dathomirian flower hairpin of purple, gold, and ruby that Morgan (@Mr. Teatime) had given her at the base. To round out her look, the golden bracelet with markings of the Fanged Spirit that had been gifted to her was also on her left wrist and a wolf-head Dathomirian talisman of transformation hung around her neck.

Oh, and heels. Kind of. Those didn't actually last long. She had done her absolute best to wear them, and made it halfway to the ballroom before deciding they were positively insufferable and impractical. And so, halfway between her ship and the ballroom, the heels had been taken off, left in the hallway, and she continued barefoot. At least her feet were well kept after being subjected to some... pedi-something in preparation for tonight. If anyone wanted to tell her to put her shoes back on, they were welcome. You could take the girl out of the wilds and all that.

And so, she finally arrived to the party, plucking a glass of wine from one of the passing servants. She sipped it as she looked around the room. She spotted Malicia on the throne looking even more pregnant than when last she'd seen her and raised her glass a bit as if to say hello (@Dread). It was her party, and though the woman looked like she had yet to really "join in" Renfry assumed she would before the night was over.

Then there were some very isolated looking men and a group of women who Renfry assumed were going to be trouble if she went over there. But Renfry could deal with a little trouble. Besides, she recognized Aadya at least (@Logan).

As for the others, Renfry found herself wondering how the women actually managed to walk with how long those dresses were. Even more impractical than what Renfry was wearing!

I think most of us aren't. "Such gatherings" don't seem to come around the Order much, she said, though she didn't actually recognize most of the faces here (@Valen Pelora @Wit). That was probably fine, though, right?

 

[Venthis Habrak]

If anyone was uncomfortable at the gathering, they're feeling was entirely dwarfed by the Imperial Officer who stood rigidly unassuming in the midst of the gathering. Venthis Habrak wore his uniform, pressed, proper, rigid, and adorned with a mark of his service for his homeworld, Dromund Kas. It helped him hide the plainest of sight, while also stating precisely who he was. Long ago Venthis Habrak and his uniformed had fused into a single being, neither one truly detracting or enhancing the other. They melded perfectly.

But Venthis Habrak was remarkably out of place, and he could feel it. The lavish dress of the most powerful, and many the most attractive, beings in the galaxy were a display of grace and prestige that few could compare to. It was not unknown to Habrak that every one of the young and cavalier persons there were like gods walking amongst mortals, mortals like himself.

Habrak was brought along as an attache for senior officer, one that seemed more comfortable with mingling with their betters. That was a dangerous game, Habrak knew all too well. Stepping out of place to socialize with betters could provide with advancement... and also lead to ones downfall just as easily.

Staying in formation. Keeping eyes straight. That was how one could win the day.

Habrak was not entirely out of site however. rather he kept to his side, near a series of Imperial guards. They were holding their station, not on the guest list. Habrak ironically felt more comfortable near them then he did mingling.

The only one there he recognized was the Dark Lady of Dathomir. Habrak was in many ways surprised at the entirely different form of dress she had. Stunning as it was he was shocked that it was not a more... Dathomiirian garb. He attempted to avert his eyes before being spotted, but it was hard to hide such things from a room of people that could sense peoples thoughts, wills, and actions before they happened. @Phoenix

 

[Kav duAltaire]

Kav was told he was invited. But once he got here and looked at the clientele, he wondered if maybe he just got Jones'd. Besides, nobody really liked Kav, so he felt more or less miffed upon entering. He wasn't even sure why he came other than it was a ball held by a Sith Lord, someone had something about networking and rubbing elbows something, something, something, and it would be good for him.

What was this, anyway? A Sith event or a Core World Fortune 500 gala? It made Kav sick in all honesty. He looked down at himself. A black suit. He refused to wear the tie, and he left the top three studs out of his shirt undone out of protest. Still, the fact that he lowered himself to...this...just pissed him off more. He had convinced himself that power was the ability to inflict pain and suffering, and that was the ends to the means. But looking at the elegance, the gowns, the expensive drinks and foods, it became clear that the powerful Sith, the ones with real clout...they were not at all what he expected. He caught himself staring at the throne, not the queen in the extravagant dress that sat in it. He was looking at the seat of power.

Is this the purpose of it all? Is the purpose of exercising fear and pain and suffering on others....to get rich? To get thrones? For titles? To sit in high places and drink from crystal glasses served by those who fear to refuse your commands?

Kav's lip quivered. It didn't seem...pure. He took a fancy drink off a tray that was being walked about and looked at it as he was bringing it to his lips. It was pink. He couldn't even bring himself to drink it. Kriff, how he wanted to get drunk and simply pass out, but he couldn't bring himself to drink....whatever the kriff that was.

 

[Saragnayan]

Certain social cues might still fly over Hrist's head, but at least she was educated enough to know that one should never stand out over a party's host when it came to demeanor and dress choice. As such, the female Marauder had arranged to wear something simple so as not to gather too much attention to herself.

The only positive thing she could glean so far from this particular gathering was that she had managed to coax her dear student to dress appropriately for the occasion. Hrist knew that Xeno would just come barging in on the party wearing his combat gear if she did not intervene. The Acolyte still have a lot to learn, and while she wanted to lean more on his combat and Force abilities Hrist knew that Xeno needed to learn social skills as well.

Especially when there were this many powerful Sith around.

Hrist, of all people, knew her place beneath the Lords and Ladies of the Sith. And the one sitting on the throne was the most powerful in the hall she had ever felt so far. Despite her pregnancy, Hrist knew that Darth Malicia was and still was the same force to be reckoned with and while many would consider the Councilor's state as a sign of weakness the Marauder had an inkling that motherhood might only make the Darth fiercer. An amused smile stretched a pair of blood red lips, and Hrist's ruby eyes idly tracked the activity in the hall while she sat on her own quiet corner.

Her russet hair was held up by a delicate hairpin. It's tip was blunt enough to be considered harmless, but with enough strength and force it could very well be a weapon to stab someone's throat with. Not that the Marauder was planning to poke holes on someone else's neck. This wasn't her party, after all, and while the guests could do as they pleased she knew when to control her murderous urges even without her Father to stay her hand.

A rather dashing individual soon approached the watching Marauder, hearts in his eyes as he appraised Hrist before asking her for a dance. Despite the dainty smile she sent his way while acquiescing, she could clearly see in her mind's eye how she would cut off his head when given the chance. The way he simpered as he led her to the dance floor was disgusting, to say the least, as she caught on his surface thoughts that Hrist looked as fragile as she was delicate, that she seemed to have attended the wrong party because someone as weak-looking as she was did not belong here.

Later she would rip this nobody apart, limb from limp, and feed his disgusting remains to a swamp wampa if she did not find some kind of use for him. For now, though, she would humor him and dance. This was a party and she was supposed to enjoy herself, after all.

 

[Lorcan]

Dromund Kaas... was slightly less karked than the rest of Old Sith space he would give it that. The Throne Room was nicer than he expected too but, to be fair, he had expected a whole mess of gold and red so finding that it was mostly durasteel and red was a nice change of pace. Seriously, some of the Sith he'd spent time around were such New Credits that it was obvious even to a guttershite like him.

Apparently the organizer was Malicia - he vaguely remembered her from the spa as the smol-tiddy Goth GF who hadn't been comfortable about a dude's junk being in her vicinity. Though it looked like she'd gotten over any fears of the old blaster barrel and power packs, because she was up the duff. Like, "I may have eaten a Huttling" level of heavily pregnant. There'd been some gossip around the troops that she'd married Raze but, honestly, he would have questioned the dude's taste if he had.

Still, some people found scary to be sexy he supposed - whatever floated their starship through the planetary shield or whatever. Lorcan had arrived alongside some of the other men, well aware that he was only invited because of his work with Darth Stolas. He had mentioned he was invited to his boss and Stolas had decided to automatically veto his decision to go in his armor.

He didn't ask how Stolas had known he'd intended to show up in his armor, just like he didn't question how his boss knew his measurements when he found the suit in his quarters later. Wandering around in a black suit and tie, he was beginning to think he was overdressed - maybe he'd take a knife and cut off the trouser legs so he was showing as much thigh as everyone else?

With a glass in hand, he kind of just mingled... it was awkward as hells right now.

"Maybe she's just hungry. Quick, someone feed her their first born." he suggested to Aadya (@Logan ) , someone he had heard about from Stolas at different times, "Reckon she needs to drain different species now? Like pregnancy cravings or some shrak?"

He snorted in amusement, eyes still on Malicia for a moment as he responded to another speaker without turning at first.

"If this kind of party is gonna be normal we might as well get a head start and grab the razor blades for our wrists." he shot back before turning and spotting who he was speaking to, "Oh... Evening Darth Andruil, I didn't recognize you with my clothes on."

There was an awkward pause before Lorcan shrugged ever so slightly. He stood by what he said, even if one of those same stuffy uptight bosses (@Phoenix ) was stood behind him.

 

[Darth Draugr]

The acolyte was walking through the ballroom and looking at the detail of everything around. He had noticed most of the attendants were female. He hadn’t an opinion over that though. If anything he was glad, men tend mess everything up at social events by being overly flirtatious and creepy.

Many people had been coming in since his arrival. A lord, marauders, acolytes, he even noticed agents of the Sith there. He felt he would introduce himself to the group of people that were all bundled together looking at the woman upon the throne.

As he walked up the first words he heard was “I didn’t recognize you with my clothes on” and there it was. Overly flirtatious and creepy. But Xeno didn’t want to make it seem like he had heard what was said. In fact maybe avoiding that conversation for now was exactly what needed to be done.

Once the acolyte did an about-face and walked in the opposite direction he noticed the music was softer and more of a dancing pace. Xeno wasn’t one for dancing so he would make his way to the back as he grabbed a drink off a tray goin by. And before he made it he had seen a woman of great beauty. He looked again to see her face and it was his master @Forsythe Crowholde (Hrist) he noticed she was dancing with a half decent human man. The acolyte couldn’t help but immediately have ill thoughts toward that unfortunate man.

Xeno walked up and smiled to the man, “May I cut in?” It didn’t matter what the man was going to say Xeno had the intimidation factor that would cause him to move along. And then it was just the two, dancing to slow music, in a room full of Sith.

“Okay so I definitely don’t fit in here. Number one, Number two, that guy? Out of this whole room.. some cheap looking Noble wannabe. He’ll be lucky to make it out alive, by either one of us. Now maybe one of those guys higher up. Or even an agent.”

And as Xeno rambled on quietly, he noticed he was actually dancing. And he was actually starting to enjoy it. A surprise to the acolyte. And he couldn’t help but have a smile start to pierce through his face. “I should probably be quiet now.” He said as he made an attempt for eye contact.

 

[Aadya Rasheer]

Things at the party seemed to be progressing quite slowly, even for a room filled to the brim with broody weirdos. Aadya had half a mind to find the nearest serving droid and just down every drink they had on their tray, at least then she'd be in the right frame of mind to stomach such a stuffy and boring affair.

It was then a stranger approached(@Nefieslab), slinging quips that Aadya couldn't help but laugh at. Imagine being the dude who dove into bed with her. He's probably blind now - I bet she glows in the dark.

As if on cue to change the otherwise monotonous tone of the party, the music changed and Aadya got the sudden urge to take another shot - which she did - and start dancing.

Kicking off her high heels - cuz who in the name of the force could actually dance in those abominations - Aadya started dancing close to Lorcan. She'd move in closer should he let her, looking to grind on the gorgeous man a little bit. Of course, Aadya could also take a hint so if the man seemed appalled by the mere thought, she'd move on to find someone else less lame.

Of course given current company, that might have been easier said than done.

 

[Darth Malicia]

Not every man and woman that entered caught Malicia's attention, but they caught her cultists attention. Her many cultists in front of the throne noted who had arrived, where they had gone and committed what was important to memory. They'd disperse later and continue this throughout the night.

Malicia's attention lingered only on Renfry's (@Phoenix) entrance. She gave the Nightsister a nod when she raised her glass. Though someone else caught Malicia's attention a second later (@Morse), as she noticed he was staring at Renfry. The small darth drummed her left fingers against one of the thrones armrests and stared a little longer at the imperial.

Her hand on her stomach moved to the other armrest and she pushed herself up from her throne. With her movement, a few of her cultists looked up at her. The small queen didn't stop and walked down the throne steps, a few of her cultists followed her down until she stopped near the imperial she'd noticed (@Morse) "Follow me," she said. She didn't stop and continued to walk until she made it to Renfry.

The music changed again as Malicia came to a stop, "Andruil," she said, gesturing to Venthis, "I've brought you a dance partner."

 

[Lorcan]

This chick?

Slinging mud at Darth Preggo at her own party with him?

He liked this chick. He could see why Stolas had mentioned Aadya before because she had more metaphorical balls than half the Sith in attendance and the sense of humor to let them swing. Laughing, he grabbed a serving droid to set his glass back down, now empty, before grabbing one of the same shots that she seemed interested in.

"Probably batting for the other team now too."

Was he allowed to make jokes like that? Eh he probably shouldn't but he'd never really focused on what he should or shouldn't do. Though firmly on the list of things he probably shouldn't do was Aadya herself - she was a Sith so that automatically meant it was like sticking your dick in crazy. That and she was a padawan (or was that only for Jedi? Whatever) to someone higher up which meant even more crazy.

Dancing with her was fine though he would admit that he took two of the shots before he started dancing along with her. Plus the way she was dancing? Kark half the Darths here looked like they were about to croak any second anyway. Some dirty dancing might just be what they needed to shuffle off the mortal coil and leave some fugly corpses.

With their bodies closer, even with the louder music he was able to speak and be heard by her without shouting.

"Lorcan." he introduced himself to her as they moved, "You got a name to go along with those brass balls big enough to chat shrak at Vampire Queen's big party?"

@Logan

 

[Renfry]

Renfry turned to see "the naked man" walk up and, of course, immediately talk about being naked. She just stood there for a moment before raising her eyebrows slightly.

Charming as always, she said to the man (@Nefieslab) before taking another sip of her wine. More wine, yes, that was the answer.

Malicia came over accompanied by Venthis (@Morse) who Renfry gave a smile and nod toward.

Thank you for the invitation, Malicia, she said.

Good evening, Lieutenant. I made my way this way after all, she said with another smile, referencing when she'd told him that she would like to visit Dromuund Kaas. Though she hadn't had the opportunity to explore the wilds yet, she actually hoped she might before leaving.

When Malicia (@Dread) mentioned that she brought him over to dance, Renfry's eyes went a little wide and her eyebrows rose.

Oh... well, perhaps the Lieutenant would like a drink first, she said. From getting to know him briefly on Dathomir, she somewhat doubted that Venthris would have been particularly comfortable with dancing with her anyway.

A glance over toward Aadya (@Logan) and the way she was grinding up against the naked man only further affirmed to Renfry that dancing may not have been something that either of them were particularly prepared for yet.

So, um, now that I'm here, is there anything I have to see before I leave Dromuun Kaas? she asked. Yes, killer conversation topic. She'd nailed it.

 

[Darth Stolas]

Stolas had much to do and think about lately off in his corners of the galaxy. Further plans to arrange, operations to attend to, epiphanies to learn and process, and corrections to be made where once he had faltered. And in the middle of this he had been somewhat surprised to receive an invitation to a ball on Dromund Kaas. He'd pondered it for some time of course, considering his schedule and, the person who'd sent it, and the rumours that had been floating around.

Next he pondered his attire. Naturally.

Morgan chose his clothing very specifically. A layered robe woven of chersilk in blue and purples embroidered with the patterns of stars, clouds, and moon of a night sky and accented with gold flowers and stitching. The tunic was a lighter blue shimmersilk, and beneath the undertunic that peaked out just at the collar was crimson cyrene.

Electrum and red jade studs glimmered on his ears just in front of a dangling pair of the same material. His thick, black hair had lengthened over time, drawn neatly back and partly twisted into an aurodium and fire opal clip to drape beneath his shoulders. Soft, finely made black boots, which the bottoms of his wide black, pleated pant legs were folded into, carried him on his way into the ball from the speeder he'd been driven in by his attendant.

Sharp golden eyes briefly swept over the guards before his attendant escorted him inside, the young woman carrying an absolutely massive bouquet of many mixed and colourful flowers. On the floor of the ball proper he was met with the sight of abundant guests, drinks, and food. Sith, officers, and others of all sorts milled about to the sound of music that seemed to occasionally change on a whim.

Morgan paused in his steps when he noticed Aadya and Lorcan both dancing on the floor, a smirk crossing his angular features at the sight.

"Aadya, Lorcan," he greeted with a slight nod of his head, an eyebrow raising at the sheerness of the acolyte's dress. "Energetic as always." There was clear amusement in his tone and a smirk tugged at his lips, but he walked off before a proper conversation could form, the attendant following up behind.

"Good evening," he said to the plainly robed man (@Ryo Tan) and "Good evening," again to the woman in the green ballgown (@Myri Adeem) and the other in the black and white (@Charlotte LeAnna) as he passed them by, each with a respectful nod of the head in a very basic bow. "Good evening," he repeated to the clearly uncomfortable acolyte staring at a pink drink (@Kav duAltaire) as he took a glass of the same from a tray, and once more to the kimono-wearing woman (@Saragnayan) and the red-skinned Zabrak she danced with (@Xeno Brogroo).

A woman in a red dress (@Caesia Catilina) had wandered off and he wasn't going to chase her down to say hello.

Last in his path was the awkward grouping of Renfry, Lieutenant Habrak, and Malicia, the host of this event. Renfry looked quite nice in the black dress she'd chosen, it's simplicity nicely accenting her own features and the jewelry she wore with it. She also looked immensely uncomfortable.

"Renfry," he dipped his head toward her, "You look lovely." Next he turned to Venthis with a simple nod and smooth intonation of "Lieutenant" before golden eyes turned at last to regard Malicia herself, garbed in an all-black dress accented by lace designs.

"Malicia." At once Morgan's attendant came forward, expression an example of the kind of professional stoicism it took to work for a Sith Lord with Stolas' reputation.

The bouquet the young attendant offered to Malicia was very precisely arranged and well-wrapped in thin paper and tied with a silver ribbon accented by a stripe of red down its length. It was made up of purple geraniums and foxglove around the edges, yellow carnations and orange lillies around the middle, and in the very center a tall pillar of palest meadowsweet.

Morgan smiled, an expression that neither entirely reached his eyes nor revealed his fangs.

"A gift," he explained, "for the host."

@Dread @Eccles @Valen Pelora @Scoobert @Logan @Stratus @Wit @Phoenix @Morse @Isen @Forsythe Crowholde @Nefieslab

 

[Charlotte Le'Anna]

Charlotte considered herself brilliant and unflappable. She was perfect faithful servant of the Darkness. Of course, reality rarely match self-perception. The alabaster Sith quickly found herself surrounded by a collection of dangerous and stunning women. (@Wit @Stratus) What in the name of the Eternal was going on? It was a procession of gorgeous Sith after gorgeous Sith, punctuated by ever growing number of Sith Lords. She had never found herself in the presence of a single Darth, let alone a roomful. Andruil was more awkward than expected. Charlotte was frankly entirely uncertain what was appropriate. Her eyes flicked across the room. Well it was a party…she was all dressed up…and she had her eyes on a particular prize. She quickly bowed nodded in deference to Stolas, Andruil, and Malicia as they approached. “My lords.” (@Dread @Phoenix @Mr. Teatime)

Charlotte turned her attention to the dazzling women around her. “Girls, we simply cannot allow these dresses to go to waste.” She flashed a wide bright smile. A shot glass floated towards her, she snatched it out of the air and threw it back. The music was changing and so was the mood. Sith were weird. Time to make it weirder. The Sith Lord were the path to power. She had no idea if this was a particular good plan, but it was a plan. Charlotte locked eyes with Aadya. (@Logan) “Tisk, tisk, tisk…I finally get you out of the sand and into something acceptable.” Her smile grew wider more predatory. “And you choose a man.” Her voice a perfectly clipped Hapan accent. “And I thought we were going to have fun tonight…how disappointing Aadya.” Charlotte’s dress was massive monstrosity, but she could dance, nonetheless. (@Nefieslab)

A second shot floated into the air before her. The Force wrapped gently around Aadya’s waist, pulling her towards Charlotte. What was a Sith party without a little drama.

 

[Venthis Habrak]

There were so many grand Sith of great infamy that Habrak hardly knew where to keep his gaze. His invitation to the gathering was quite contingent on duty that was to be carried out. There were lesser gatherings that were conducted by officers and estate regents on Dromund Kaas, but these gatherings were almost exclusively non sith. It was not so different then the separation from the Enlisted troopers and the Officers. These tiers formed the foundation of Sith society. At the bottom were slaves, and the citizenry not holding much more stature then they. Above them were enslisted troopers, who could improve their status by applying for the Officer academies. But above them all were the great powered force wielders that ruled them, and the Lords of the Sith that looked down upon them all.

It was because of this that Habrak's mind immediately raced with adrenaline when she approached him. She, the hostess, the great power of immense wealth and strength that was legendary even in her youth. A being so majestic and regal in her pluming black dress with rigid collar and choke that Habrak did all but throw himself at her feet. She the mighty Darth Malacia.

All of those feelings were contained in the stern and military bow at the waist, while averting his gaze.

But she was there for him!?

All of his sense could tell that. His mind was thinking he was to direct some of the guards forward, but something deep in his bones was informed that Darth Malacia referred to him, and him alone. She gave him a direct order, which he could do nothing but obey. He straightened his back, pivoted and followed.

"At once, your eminence." Habrak could not remark on her divine nature, but he knew well that there were many that considered her more of a goddess then royalty, and he would offer absolute deference to that fact.

Where were they going? Military Escort? Ejection from the gathering as a lesser being? A new posting for security?

Habrak's mind raced through calm breath. His heart was steady, but his thoughts he struggled to keep ordered. He was trained for many things, but such an event was never covered by any experience he'd had before. The best he could do was keep control of his breathing and motions, but he could hardly had his mind from the room of readers around him. @Dread

But the mother-to-be was taking him to her? To The Dark Lady of Dathomir?

Habrak's heart skipped a beat. She was more stunning up close. He could see the intricacies of her outfit more clearly. The adornment of bracelet and hairpin on the form fitting gown were more elaborate markings that seemed befitting of the Regal Presence that was far from the home her Nightsisters.

Habrak was left just as awkward and embarrassed by the notation of his role. "dance partner."

Yet he was saved by the Dark Lady's quick response, rather than coming up with one of his own. He was a horrific liar.

Before he could get a word out, he was greeted by Darth Stolas, the leader of the assault to the core. An equal honor being greeted in itself, though it was unlikely the Sith knew his name so much as recognized his rank. "My Lord." Habrak nodded with acknowledgement of the conquerors status. @Mr. Teatime

The form of speak that came from Lorcan, a sort of bounty hunter that Habrak knew by reputation alone he considered entirely improper. Habrak knew that the man worked directly for Darth Stolas and as such Habrak could say little. But the disapproving look he had said it all. @Nefieslab

His full attention was swiftly returned to the beautiful Dark Lady beside him, as she suggested he take a drink. He was caught in a difficult situation as he was not directly given an order, but both of these people were of resoundingly higher status than he was. An order to dance would be completely different than any before.

She broke the ice with a question of his homeworld, and Habrak could not have been more grateful.

"The ruins of the ancient Kaas city." Habrak answered confidently, a sort of comfort building. "Without being presumptuous, My Lady, I believe you are less interested in the modernity that this world would offer and more in the ancient secrets it holds, of which there are many in that lost place... to say nothing of the natural beauty of the falls and fauna."

Habrak took a breath in witnessing the grinding dance of another Sith, which both the Dark Lady of Dathomir and he were witnessing. "Do the Nightsisters host similar gatherings on Dathomir, my lady?" @Phoenix