Open Dromund Kaas Imperial Ball: Nights Indulgence

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It was fairly easy to track her student down despite the swirling presences of sentient beings around them. The Force shifted to match Xeno's emotions, and Hrist did not need to physically see her student to know that he had already spotted her and was making his way towards her. The Zabrak always seemed so drawn to her, and had Hrist only known what infatuation meant then she would be quite sure that it was what her darling boy felt for her. But she did not have the word for such emotion, and still it amused her greatly when her gaze met the Acolyte's as her dance partner slowly spun her around.

One moment she was in the arms of a nobody with impure, worthless thoughts. All it took was the blink of an eye and the man quickly but carefully passed the female Marauder to the Zabrak, and Hrist found herself in her student's arms. She looked up at Xeno through delicate lashes, blood red lips stretching into an amused smile.

Her hands found the Acolyte's arms, guiding his hands to rest on her waist. Soon they found his chest, palms sliding up to rest on his shoulders as she let him take the lead. She listened to him ramble about not belonging here, and even her choice in dance partners. Hrist chuckled mirthfully at her dear student, one hand lifting to softly tap the tip of his nose with a finger.

"I would have ripped off your jaw if I wanted you to shut up," she teased him, ruby eyes shining with glee as she watched every passing emotion on his face. His aim to always please her was one of the reasons why Hrist nor Saragnayan continued to keep Xeno around, counting his strength and potential to be of use to her as well. "And besides," she continued, "that man I was dancing with was supposed to be a plaything – and you scared him away."

She leaned up to Xeno, a teasing grin on her lips. "You'll have to make up for that loss, my dear Xeno."

Of course she was just kidding, but the Zabrak didn't need to know that.

The music changed into a livelier one, and Hrist's eyes narrowed in distaste. She tutted once, expression darkening for half a moment. Her grip on Xeno's shoulder tightened enough to border on being painful but she caught herself, not wanting to break the Acolyte's bones just because she expressed a deep dislike for the change in music and, subsequently, the dance to complement it. The Marauder took a step back, intent on singling out who was responsible for interrupting her slow dance with her student when a melodious voice greeted both master and student.

Drawing on the etiquettes her Father taught her, Hrist dispelled the anger she felt to face the passing Lord (@Mr. Teatime), offering him a respectful bow and greeting before he could step past her and Xeno.

"Good evening, my Lord."

And then he was off, and the Marauder was not a fool to stop him and make idle talk – what could they possibly talk about? She didn't want to waste his time, nor hers, with mindless chatter. She watched the Lord as he approached Darth Malicia, her attention soon caught by the bouquet of flowers Darth Stolas' attendant was carrying.

Hrist would've laughed out loud if she could, but she quashed down the desire and toned down her amusement, keeping them all to herself, avoiding conflict as much as she could. A pale hand found Xeno's arm, keeping him close to her where they stood as she watched the interaction between the two Darths from a relatively safe distance.

This should be interesting, she told her student, her thoughts brushing his.

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I'm Aadya, She replied to Lorcan, pushing her body even closer to his than before. Her backside pressed firmly into Lorcan's pelvic region, Aadya gave him one final rhythmic rub to the beat of the song as it ended and her dancing tapered off, at least for now.

That was when she noticed one of the most absolutely gorgeous beings she'd ever laid eyes on approached the group of them, and also somehow knew her name? Aadya looked at Morgan intently before it came to her.

She'd met the man before, a long time ago, funnily enough at another Sith party. She'd remembered once she got to his eyes; those rippling pools colored like dandelion wine. Like staring into a pensieve, she was brought back to that moment like it had happened just minutes before.

There was more, a feeling she couldn't quite shake, that Aadya knew this person by more than just a three second encounter in a crowded room. The amusement in his voice dinned inside Aadya's ear. She'd heard it before.. the tone, the way he spoke. But where? Where..

Before she could quite figure it out, Aadya's attention was pulled to Charlotte, and a coy grin creased the corners of her lips. There's always a plate of disappointing hors d'oeuvres before you get into the main course, babe. Aadya's eyes never left Charlotte's as she spoke.

When she felt the force wrap around her waist, Aadya did little to resist it and couldn't help but bite her lip seductively as she was pulled towards Charlotte. A a new song started, and Aadya gave Charlotte another seductive look as she let herself get a feel for the music.

Aadya pushed her body into Charlotte like she was wearing her silhouette, her mind almost rid of thoughts of fromwhere she knew the golden eyed man.


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Oh thank kark for that, he had gotten the right woman.

Stolas had made off-hand remarks and so had some of the men in the barracks about her but he still hadn’t been sure he had it all right before it came to this. The dancing was fun but she got more out of it than he did, it had to be said. As much as he enjoyed dancing dirty enough to give some of the Sithies Stiffies, he wasn’t really feeling the same way himself.

Aadya was pretty hot but he just wasn’t interested in the same things she was – simple to him but he wasn’t going to tell her that he didn’t want to kark her straight up. Hot people tended to get pissy when you told them you didn’t find them sexually attractive. The fact that he didn’t find anyone sexually attractive would probably get lost in her ‘righteous female indignation’ or something.

Knowing Sith it had a chance to include their little sparkle-hands routine or the breath-play they were so big on. So as much as her grinding and bumping was fun, she would find herself not actually bouncing off a sword at attention as she might have expected.

“You can dance in that dress?”
he questioned the other Sith woman with a raised eyebrow as she pulled Aadya away from him, “I know you can parachute in that, but dance? Ah I’m sure you’ll use the Force as an aid where you fall short of the line physically I guess.”

He gave Aadya a smirk.

“Have fun kids – try and make some of the breeders jealous.”


Wait a minute...

A newcomer…

Lots of hangers on…

Dramatic af…

Well he didn’t need the Force to tell that was his boss, even if he hadn’t really seen him out of his mask. That some of the conversation around him was confirming that it was Darth Stolas didn’t hurt either. Looking his boss up and down, Lorcan grabbed a cocktail from a passing serving droid and raised it to him from some distance away.

“Looking lethal-sharp there boss!”


Of course he made sure to shout it so that he could be heard – it would be rude if he didn’t support his boss’ fashion choices, right? Besides, he could acknowledge that the boss man probably spent, like, three hours getting ready for this party. From the looks of things seemed like he’d spent more time, effort and credits on his entrance than the Preggo Goth GF had on the whole party.

Some people just had style he guessed.


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Renfry's thanks was met with a nod from Malicia, "Of course." Regardless of her being seemingly happy with the invitation, the Nightsister didn't seem that interested in dancing. That was, at least, something Malicia had come to expect from her friend. Either way, she had wanted to offer the option.

The imperial spoke up, catching Malicia's yellow gaze for a moment more. He seemed eager to speak with Renfry which pleased Malicia. Due to this her attention wandered from the pair and conversation, over to Stolas and his entrance. His attendance was surprising due to the tantrum he'd thrown in their last encounter, but she was far from against his attendance.

She noted the flowers with a flick of her yellow eyes. They mostly confused her. She'd conquered a vast swath of space and by doing so had brought armies and fleets into the order, and opened doors to finding and bringing up new Sith to utilize. Her actions had benefited the order. In comparison, Stolas had killed a few people. Not that he was useless, every Sith had their use, but from her understanding, she was not useless either.

Because she didn't understand how he had come to the conclusion of her being useless, she disregarded the information and thought, ignoring the offer of flowers. She'd leave them with him to do as he pleased with.

She had planned something for the Lord in the slim chance he choose to attend. Her cultists were aware of it, per her usual, and obsessive, over planning of everything.

"Stolas," she greeted back after the pause to look at the flowers, though her hand gestured to one of her cultists who understood why. He walked off. "You've out shined me with your outfit. I'll have to remember that for the next party," she added. Her face remained stoic so he wouldn't be able to tell if it was a joke, compliment or serious, or a mix of all, but she rarely joked.

At the end of her sentence one of her cultists stopped in front of Stolas, offering him a box. "I arranged a gift for your arrival," she said, now holding out her hand towards the box.

The cultist pulled back the lid and inside of it, sat on a velvet cloth, was a bracelet similar to the one Darth Raze had received on his wedding night. It was Drast, and ancient. Inside was a small written note, explaining this to Stolas should he take it.

She was unsure if it'd enrage the man, but it was meant to help him feel more connected to Raze, as explained in the letter. She hadn't understood Stolas' possessiveness over Raze, but she understood his fondness for Lord. Either way, he had the choice to take or reject the gift.

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The acolyte felt a gravitational pull toward his master as she teased him. He couldn’t help but wonder what was really going through her mind. Then when he was ready to work up some courage she pulled away to greet the Sith Lord that had walked by. Xeno hadn’t noticed him in the slightest. His eyes were focused elsewhere along with his mind until now.

“Good evening, my Lord.” He replied after his masters reply.

He noticed the stoic look and composure of the Lord walking by. He had wondered how many other Lords were in attendance and who they were. He hadn’t met any. Only learned of the names and history. Surely he’ll find out soon enough. Especially at a Sith Ball and all.

Interesting is putting it lightly master. Perhaps intriguing is a better word to describe it. He met her minds thoughts with his. Xeno couldn’t help but break his gaze at the Lords and bring it back to Hrist. There was no resisting her beauty. Though the acolyte over time has been developing feelings towards her regardless. Unplanned, but the most welcome surprise he’s ever had.

He watched how she reacted and couldn’t help but smile. Her giggles behind a face of pure resistance to the laughter within, just made his heart melt. Then the music had changed once more. A tune he hadn’t heard before but it was actually a soothing sound to his ears. He looked around to see some others dancing and then set out his hand in front of his master and bowed.

“May I have this dance?” His body slightly bowed and his head up to look to her ruby red eyes through his yellow ones. He had a smile on his face but a gentle smile. One he had not yet let out around her. Perhaps this was the night he could be honest with her. Who knows how she feels... ah kriff he still doesn’t know how she feels..

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The Darkness simmered. Tension thrumming deliciously just below the surface. Ordinarily, Charlotte would have reveled in whatever fun game Malicia and Stolas were playing. The Sith Lords were close enough she could still hear them speak and feel whatever undercurrents they did not mask in the Force. Yes, another time she could have found it all delightful. Tonight, Charlotte was more than slightly distracted. As Aadya moved close, the Marauder shot Lorcan a brimming smile. “Oh, my dear, I assure you I never fall short physically.” Her eyes returning to Aadya, raking up and down the Acolytes body. “Besides, I always come prepared.” With a wave of her hand the long train detached, revealing the short black skirt underneath.

Finally, the two Sith came together, melting into each other as the music shifted. She could smell the shampoo in Aadya’s hair, the sweetness of her breath. A small frown flashed across Charlotte’s face. She pressed herself even more impossible close. Distraction. Charlotte leaned in, tipping Aadya’s face towards her, whispering into her ear. “Lord Stolas and Lady Malicia are playing, Aadya.” She leaned in closer, the music thrumming in her ears. “Am I not interesting enough for you?” She brushed her hand against the Acolyte’s cheek. “What a shame.” Her voice remained low. “I promise they’ll still be there when I’m done with you.” Yes…Charlotte was distracted.

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Golden eyes watched Malicia from behind Morgan's smile. They noted as always even the most minute motion beneath their direct attention, the momentarily flick to the flowers and the sense of confusion that followed. Her hand sent one of her cultists off to do something and he seemed to continue paying them little mind as he always had.

His head tilted ever so slightly to the left at her returned greeting and apparent compliment. It nodded in awknowledgment of her words and his right hand waved in its night-patterned sleeve of blues and purples as if to set them aside, his attendant stepping back just behind and to his right.


"No need to trouble yourself," he evenly answered back, eyes flicking over Malicia's laced and pure black dress with a small raise of an eyebrow. "There is no competition."

Next his gaze traveled to the box, passing right over the being that carried it. The silver-haired woman had not accepted the flowers, something Morgan couldn't decide was from ignorance or understanding, but he knew which seemed more likely after their last encounter.

The lid was opened and nestled atop velvet was paired a bracelet and a note. Long, slender fingers came forward to lift the note from the box and unfold it to read. His eyes swept quickly over the written words, eyes slowly narrowing and smile fading as he moved down the page. It was folded and replaced in the box before the bracelet itself was taken up and examined. Black and gold with etched markings familiar to the Drast. A design that was similar, she said, to the one Raze had also been given when she and he were married. To help Morgan feel more 'connected' to the man that loved him.

On its own the bracelet was a rare artifact of Evandrus' line lost to the greater galaxy amidst the dead sands of Korriban. Coming from Malicia in this manner it was merely another reminder of a thing Morgan detested. She still did not understand, shown clearly enough in the note and further illustrated by the gift itself. Perhaps it was meant as a peace offering of sorts, a balm to a wound she had worsened during their previous conversation.

Instead for this wound it was only salt, a very personal insult that said she still considered Emryc to be hers, and that was how Stolas accepted it.


"A generous offering," the young Lord began quietly, placing the bracelet back in the box and allowing his attendant to take it from the cultist before they stepped back again. Morgan's hawk-eyed gaze returned to Malicia, the polite smile returning to his face.

"Perhaps it will come up when I go to speak with him to correct a misunderstanding." Morgan waved away his attendant who promptly took two steps back, looking at Malicia with eyes like gilded daggers.

"But first I must address yours," he explained sharply, lips turning slightly downward. Morgan sipped briefly at the pink drink he held in his right hand. "I do not need your help to 'connect'. Quite the opposite." His face angled with a sense of casual self-confidence as he looked down at the pale-skinned Darth, a brow raised imperiously above one eye.

"What I said last we spoke is fact. Do you disagree, Malicia?" His lips curled slightly further into his smile.


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Now, because of her upbringing there were certain experiences she'd never had. But cattiness in a courtly setting? THAT was something she had experience with. Nobles breathed air and cattiness. Nobles drank wine and cattiness. She was certain she missed jabs sometimes, but there was no way to miss the Lords jab at her outfit.

And she happened to like fashion, but she didn't say anything in return. Nor did she allow her stoic look to falter for even a second, but she wasn't able to control her annoyance just beneath the surface.

The Lord at least accepted her gift, and she noted his comments after. But she didn't react to his anger or the look in his eyes. Instead, her eyes drifted to the side in thought and her head tipped slightly. She was not experienced with relationships, both being in one and understanding others, and this was a moment that proved it, "I suppose that makes sense," she replied plainly, referring to his comment about not needing her help.

Stolas didn't give her much time to reply further. He moved the conversation along again quickly after that. Did she disagree? It took her a second to think back to the conversation and realize what he meant. "No," she answered plainly. It left little for the lord to reply to but she didn't have much more to add to it.

Emryc did not belong to her, and she belonged to no one. Well... maybe she did belong to Emryc in a way. She respected her wedding vows to him. Her vows were part of who she was now. But, she had chosen to make them part of her. She was not forced.

"Do you want some fresh air?" Malicia asked, raising an eyebrow, which was a way to ask if he wanted to step outside on a deck. If he had more he to say to her then she would listen, otherwise she would see who else had joined the party.

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Morgan (@Mr. Teatime) arrived to the party and Renfry smiled at his compliment. Thank you, she said.

You're correct, she replied to Venthis (@Morse). He'd picked up enough about her in their previous meeting to know that modernity wasn't necessarily what drew her interest as much.

Perhaps I'll have to go see Kaas city, then, she said with a smile and nod.

As for gatherings like this on Dathomir? Not exactly. The individual Clans occasionally had gatherings or even parties, but they weren't quite like this.

Not exactly, she said. Any gatherings we do aren't typically so... fancy, she said, uncertain that that was really the word she was looking for.

She glanced over to Malicia and Morgan. Though she didn't know precisely what was going on, she knew them both well enough to know there was tension there, though she also knew enough to mind her own business. Jumping blindly into... whatever was going on wasn't likely to help anyone.

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Laughter, this time unrestrained but held a dignity befitting the delicate yet still dangerous (in a way) persona she devoted for this ball, slipped past smiling lips as the Acolyte matched her thoughts. Her hands found Xeno's shoulders once more as she closed the distance between them, mirth still shining in her ruby eyes as she gazed up at him.

"Perhaps," she agreed, one hand reaching behind him at a passing server. Slender fingers plucked one glass from the tray, and Hrist took a step back as she took a drink. She held no love for alcoholic beverages – they dull the senses and often led a person to make irrational decisions. Or so she perceived. One glass wouldn't hurt, however, and while the guests were expected to indulge the female Sith still practiced restraint even in the absence of her Father.

She was a good girl, after all.

She turned, gaze briefly finding the gathered Lords. Hrist's interest was beginning to wane at the diplomacy with which they continued to converse. Mayhap it was for the best – she figured it would be disastrous to let one's composure crack at a social event such as this one. Not when there were many eyes around, some searching for potential weakness or something else that resembled it. The Sith around them were powerful in their own way, yes – but not one never had a weakness or two to be exploited.

The Marauder blinked, suddenly made cognizant of how her thoughts drifted and she turned once more to face Xeno just in time to see him bow and offer her his hand. The music shifted yet again into something more agreeable, and the corners of her lips curved upwards in a teasing smile.

"My, my," she said, curtsying as much as her dress could allow her and placing her hand on top of his. "First, you agree to dress up for me for this ball. Now, you're being polite and gentlemanly? My dear Acolyte spoils me so!"

Hrist returned into Xeno's arms, her free hand resting on his chest as she sleaned onto him. Twining her fingers with his, she gazed up at him again, her smile still laced with honeyed teasing. The smile he now wore for her was different. It was... what did other people call that graceful, soft curve of the lips and a spark of warmth in one's gaze?

Was gentle the word she was looking for?

"As many dances as you wish tonight, my dear Xeno," she replied, the teasing in her smile melting into something equally soft... but not quite gentle. At least not yet. "Will you lead me this time?"

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"How do I look Cydric?" Arotirgas asked as he excited the private quarters upon the Wyvern. "Yes Sir, very good." The half co-pilot half staff member replied. He at himself in the mirror and chose to believe the hired man, he wore his usual dark outfit for occasions such as this. The red Wyvern crest of his House sat above his chest as usually befitting someone of a noble blood. He smiled at himself, his still naturally blue eyes yet untainted by the Dark Side looked back at him. "Well off we go." He said quickly turning to one side and excited his shuttle and making for the party, grabbing the prize bottle of Serenno Wine he has 'collected' from his fathers stores. 'A gift is always expected at such things' his mother would drill into him as a child, but he did not have the time or resources to gather such a gift in the short time since the invites went out and the date.

Artorigas had taken his own masters invitation to the Ball, he himself to new and unknown to the order to receive such a high prised invitation. Exciting his ship, the wind caught his long overcoat flicking it out behind him revealing his long-handled saber beneath his robes. "Sir, you might wanna leave that here." Cydric called from the ramp. Raising his hand in acknowledgement Artorigas turned on his heels and tossed the blade up to the man upon the ramp. "Don't wait up." He joked as he left the man and ship behind.

Walking through the corridors of the palace he gazed from left to right taking in the muted opulence of the palace, he expected more, had seen more in the minor houses back on Serenno. It was strange but perhaps not completely unexpected he had learned that this new Empire was still in its fledgling years, yet to have the time to pilfer and loot its new worlds and enemies brining back their riches, art and history to Dromund Kaas.

As he neared the room he heard music and felt the force, the later poured from the room like a burst dam. The planet itself was steeped in the Dark Side energy so intricately tied to the Sith, but here it was different, no longer ambient, but pure. He grinned to himself as he stepped through the open doors and into the room. It was an interesting sight to behold, a concoction of power, awkwardness, alcohol, dancing and menace. Even without the faces to memory he could tell who and were the power lay, a whirlwind of energy formed around the three Darth's and the poor solider caught in the middle. The white haired women was clearly Darth Malica, the hostess, the power radiating from her and the reverence of those around easily confirmed the suspicion. The issue was where the women's hands often lay, the easily recognisable pregnancy bump. Artorigas looked down at the expensive bottle of alcohol in his right hand. "Cock." He said perhaps too loudly and a few of the patrons around him gave him a strange stare.

'Time to salvage this then.' He thought to himself, a waiter walked past with what appeared to be something slightly stronger than the fancy cocktails and champagne on offer. Waving the man to stop he took one glass quickly throwing it down his neck to help his recently rattled train of thought before taking another to actually drink. He stepped over towards the smaller gathering close to the two Darth's, a pair of women seemed intertangled @Valen Pelora @Logan within each other and a sharp dressed young man @Nefieslab, clearly of some military backing. Speaking up to be heard over the rather loud music, he asked "Would any of you be able to help me with this bottle of Chateau Fiyarro, I believe its either 132 or 131. I unfortunately brought for the wrong guest." He gestures to the pregnant Darth as he finishes.
 

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Malicia seemed to immediately agree with everything Darth Stolas said to her as well as simply not responding to his jabs. He raised an eyebrow skeptically at her as she thought things through before her first answer, then the second. There was no real fire there at all regarding her political union with his Emryc, just as before.

"Good," he answered just as simply. Morgan had made his position and point of view quite clear by now and Malicia hadn't bothered even trying to refute it. Perhaps she understood more than she gave away and was simply trying to be subtle about it.
Stolas would be watching carefully to see which was which.


"After you." Morgan waved his hand toward a particular balcony entrance and walked to it at the same slow speed as the other Darth did in her state. His expression went back to a neutral but polite state although his gaze never lost its intensity.

Once outside and away from both the crowd and the cultists, Morgan gazed out over the landscape of Kaas City. He could spot the office and staging area he ran off in the distance from the palace, although he'd been busy on the other side of the galaxy lately. Other than setting up the office itself he hadn't really visited the planet since he took the palace with Malicia some time ago.

After a couple seconds his expression shifted into a small frown. He was also keeping himself aware of others nearby as well as Malicia herself.


"Is there some reason you are trying to draw the Eternal's ire?"



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The seconds and minutes of dancing seemed to mold together into one seamless experience, Aadya losing herself into Charlotte as the beat hammered in the background like she was listening to it underwater. The incessant question of where she knew the beautiful man standing close to her was nearly wiped away when Charlotte spoke.

Aadya's eyes snapped open, the revelation hitting her in the face and now, hearing the man's voice inside of her head again, everything seemed so obvious. She wanted to stop and yell at him about how he made her seem like a fool on purpose. About how his coyness now seemed mean spirited, about a dozen other things she felt now.

Before she could do any of those things, though, she saw Stolas leave with Malicia and now faced with nowhere to channel the irritation and anger that bubbled in her chest, Aadya's attention returned to Charlotte.

Show me that you are, She responded to Charlotte's question about being enough, a flirtatious smirk pulling at the corners of her lips. Aadya forced herself to push everything else out of her mind now. There would be time to yell at Stolas later, right now all that mattered was what was in front of her - a gorgeous woman who clearly wanted her and Aadya wanted her back.

While one of Aadya's hands snaked its way around Charlotte's waist the other reached to up to caress the side of the woman's face. Brushing a stray strand of hair from the woman's face, Aadya's eyes locked onto Charlotte's and the smirk that was only just there before turned into something more substantial.

Since Aadya was no longer wearing shoes and Charlotte was already taller than her, the young acolyte went up on tip-toes, hoping her advance for a kiss would not be spurned. Should it not be, Aadya would give herself fully to it, like someone reuniting with a love they haven't seen in years.

And if it was? Well, Aadya already felt embarrassed enough for one night so she didn't want to think about it.


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”What is this awful noise?!” Bir exclaimed as he entered the ball room, hands clutched over both of his shell-like ears. Forever a victim of the pull of the Force, the unhinged Kel Dor had once again found himself in a foreign and dangerous environment. Perhaps more dangerous than anything he had ever faced as of yet. A party. Not just any party, mind you, but a Sith party at that. Most definitely not his normal domain and certainly not one he had intended to attend. He was simply incapable of ignoring the euphoric sounds that echoed down the halls of the palace that had…

”Wait… How did I get here?” he questioned, removing his hands from the sides of his head to stroke his chin as he pondered. The blackouts were coming more frequently now and the void of his memories were a subject of concern. Alas, he was here now so he may as well make the best of it.

Wandering further into the ball room, he soon discovered that his tattered black robe and stained crimson trousers had left him woefully under-dressed. Beautiful men and women alike filled the chamber in extravagant and fine attire. By comparison, the Kel Dor had the look of a begger who had simply managed to sneak by the guards. Or is that what he actually had done? One day, he surmised, he needed to see a psychiatrist to delve into his affliction. While members of the crowd sneered at his presence, Bir paid them no mind. His saber hung on display from his belt and there was no denying his forever darkening aura. He was Sith and as such, he believed he had just as much a right to be in attendance as any of these Lords and Ladies of the Eternal.

Then… he saw them. The pair of massive tables that extended the length of the room, filled with delectable treats from various sectors of the galaxy. The smell was dominating and behind his rebreather mask, he could feel himself begin to salivate. It had been so long since he had been able to eat anything other than liquids through a tube. Bringing his hands to chest level, flourishing his fingers amongst one another rapidly, the Acolyte surged towards the table and leaned forward deeply, inspecting each platter with the eyes of a deprived pauper. Dromund Kaas was a world for oxygen breathers and as such, his mask was required here. All of these tasty treats were so within reach and yet so far. All he wanted was a taste.

“Lookin’ lethal sharp there, boss!” a man ( @Nefieslab ) called out to a pair of humans, or at least human enough to be mistaken for one, as they moved away from the gala and out onto the balcony. So absorbed by the array of dishes before him, it was only the man’s elevated voice that had shaken Bir from his trance. He had not noticed the Acolyte Aadya, of whom he was familiar, nor the marauder known as Charlotte as they intertwined their bodies in a dance of seduction. No, only this man’s loud display was enough of a draw that caused Bir to slink over to him and grab him by his elbow before attempting to pull him back to the table.

”You! You must eat this! Describe the taste to me! Do this for me, human! I beg of you!” Bir pleaded as he snatched up what looked to be a slimy slug from some far away world covered in glowing blue sauce. Etiquette and manners were certainly not one of the Kel Dor’s strong suits….
 

Darth Draugr

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She had taken his hand and came close to dance. If there was anyway to explain his feelings as of now it would be ‘on cloud nine’ and he had shown it as such. A genuine smile on his face as he looked into her ruby reds. So beautiful..

Xeno was infatuated to the very core. She was all he was thinking about. Now he understood his feelings. He took time to realize they were genuine and not just him thinking they were. He liked her. Maybe more. This was to be determined.

“I will lead, of course. As long as you follow.”

This would be a wonderful night to remember. His first ball. His first dance. All of this, and it was with a beautiful woman he couldn’t help but fall for. In his feelings something changed within him. His eyes, they slowly faded from the yellow Sith look, back to the blue irises he had before the dark side set inside him.

His hands around her waist. The Zabrak pulled her in close. The slow swaying of their dance and the eye contact had filled him with the happiness he felt when he came home to his brethren back on Dathomir many years ago.

Then he decide to go for it. Surely there couldn’t be any better time. It had to be now. If not now, then it may never happen. Or worse. It does right before one dies. This wasn’t what he wanted, so he would go ahead and ‘shoot his shot.’

“Master.. Hrist.. I have something I want to confess..”

He looked down for a moment before lifting his eyes back to meet hers. His eyes were soft. His smile seductive. A hand moved up to be set on her cheek. Then in a moment he could sense it felt right.

“I-I.. well I..”

He couldn’t muster the words to explain how he felt. I don’t know if anyone in his predicament could. Xeno had butterflies in the stomach and he lost the ability to speak properly. Adrenaline rushed through every bit of him. So much warmth. He had to do it. It was the only way. The Zabrak looked into Hrists eyes and and slowly leaned in, closing his eyes in hopes this beautiful woman was feeling the same way.

@Forsythe Crowholde
 

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Malicia wasn't sure how she felt about the "Good" comment from Stolas. She didn't need a "good" from him. She wasn't answering his questions in a way to please him, they were simply her answers. The lord certainly had a way of triggering the unsavoury parts of her nature.

More than that, on the deck she expected him to speak about Emryc, but instead he touched on a sensitive subject. Her cultists closed the doors behind her, taking post to keep everyone off the deck and away from overhearing.

There were a few thoughts that went through her mind. The first and foremost was that Stolas had become very nosy about her personal business lately. The problem was her reasoning for taunting The Eternal was related to an investigation she'd asked Stolas to take part of, which he'd agreed to and began. If she didn't share the information with Stolas she'd be shooting herself in the foot, regardless if he shared the information he found afterwards with her or not. If he killed the target, the target would still be dead.

"My men discovered more information on the Cadre Project," she answered, carefully at first. Her stoic look began to slowly slip away from her grip. She tried to keep hold of it.

During conversations related to her husband she could keep herself steady for the most part, but there were subjects that had caused a festering rage in her. The festering rage was monster inside her, one that Stolas had seen before when she first mentioned the Cadre Project to him. It craved revenge. She barely had control over it.

After a long pause, she finally answered, "I think it is responsible for the project," she hissed. A pale hand came to her face while her control kept slipping. "I want it to start noticing the walls closing in around it, before I or someone else snuffs out its existence. I want it to squirm and suffer."

Without saying anything else she reached to her belt, grabbed one of her datapads and simply tossed it to Stolas without another thought. He could use the information as he saw fit to aid his investigations. She had felt how passionate he was about the investigation so she didn't worry about him having it.

Uploaded on the datapad were several reports and files that backed them up. While Malicia had been informed about the theory, she'd been too angry to read any of the reports, and avoided learning the details because it could effect her pregnancy. The reports theorized that the Eternal had targeted Drast bloodlines for elimination, including her own. Her family was used as an example. Who else besides It would be interested in taking out Force sensitive bloodlines and, back then, had the power to erase all traces of a large Sith project afterwards?

@Mr. Teatime
 

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Ryo had followed Darth Malicia with his eyes as she left her throne and then when she mingled he had moved closer. There were many Sith, powerful ones at that, playing dress-up an gallivanting while a war was being fought. Darth Stolas had failed to invade a minor planet and yet he looked like he spend hours trying to get ready for this extravaganza. Maybe if he put as much work in his invasions as he did picking outfits he wouldn't have been responsible for the first big Sith loss in a decade. It didn't sit right with Ryo, any of this, but it wasn't his place to speak up. Merely to observe and to listen.

That's how when Stolas and the heavily pregnant Malicia walked slowly to the nearest balcony, Ryo followed at a cautious distance. He didn't get close enough to overhear their conversation, but judging from the frown on Stolas' face whenever he checked if someone came too close for comfort, it wasn't exactly a merry one. Then Malicia handed him a datapad. What were they planning?

Stolas and Malicia were two of the biggest warlords of the Sith, especially now that Darth Asminys was captured and no one lifted a finger to rescue him. You'd expect them at each other's throat, yet this looked...too cozy. Too private, too. Ryo turned around to look at the others who were too happily engaged in social activities to notice. No one cared then that it wasn't the Eternal sitting on the throne? Ryo caught a man with crazy eyes looking at him with an intense hatred and didn't need more than two seconds to figure out why. "A cultist," he shook his head, dismissing the thought that the crazy-eyed man could ever pose a threat to him. The Eternal proved its power on Sullust when no one else dared to defend against the Jedi Order. Its methods had ensured the survival of the eternal sith, had been instrumental in returning the Sith to power in much of the galaxy. Were not the cadre children a mere extension of its will? Their strength a testament to the success of its method? Ryo didn't understand why they were so adamant on staying a cult while they could grow to become the most powerful corporate government in the galaxy.

As soon as the private conversation between Stolas and Malicia ended, Ryo would leave the ball and report his impressions to the Eternal. Maybe that was their intention all along, to force the Eternal to go on the offensive and make a mistake, but Ryo did his duty and wasn't worried one bit. Even if they forced the Eternal's hand, one was pregnant and the other took too much care into his outfits to pose a threat. From his perspective, they weren't a match for the Dark Lord of the Sith.

 

Charlotte Le'Anna

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The Darkness was full of surprises. Delightful surprises. She felt her pale skin flush when Aadya moved even closer. Charlotte didn’t bother to hide the color rising in her cheeks. The remnants of Stolas still danced in Aadya’s mind. Not much longer. Charlotte was not above a little competition…even if it was a Sith Lord. “I’ll get Stolas out of that head.” She smiled widely as the younger Sith pulled her close. Her eyes never left the dark pools of Aadya’s. The Hapan Sith allowed her passions to override whatever sense she had left. This was a party. She lost herself when her lips met Aadya. Leaning into the embrace.

Somewhere her mind was aware the party was still ongoing. Somewhere the Sith Lords continued their little game. Somewhere Charlotte knew she should care. She didn’t. The Darkness taught accepting the heat of true passion. She felt it in that instance and let the rest melt away. Dimly, she noticed one Sith approach with offers of wine. Her right hand briefly left Aadya to shoo the man away, the Force fluttering from her fingers. (@Braden Drake)

Charlotte’s hands wound their way into the lustrous mane Aadya called her hair. She pulled the young Sith even closer. She had no idea how she poured herself into that kiss. She pulled away, moving to cup Aadya’s face in her right hand. “We’ve made a scene…how rude of us.” Charlotte was enjoying herself entire too much. What was a party for if not creating a little gossip? Although, Stolas and Malicia were likely taking care of that bit.

@Logan

 

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Nicolae always felt out of place in these kinds of gatherings. He had never been fashionable. His wardrobe could speak to that. Sure, the coat and vest he wore were more stately than his traditional Sith garb, but he hardly glittered and shined the way Darth Malicia's other guests did in their dresses and gilded party suits. He wasn't even aware Sith could dress this way. Still, he swallowed his discomfort, steeling himself behind a mask of confidence and utter indifference. Parties like these had their uses. And, if he couldn't enjoy the dancing, he could at least find one or two of those uses.

As he slid across the dance floor in search of a drink and a casual conversation, he noticed a commotion between a rather brutish looking Sith (@Braden Drake) and a pair of women who were clearly more into one another than they were in anything else going on around them (@Valen Pelora and @Logan). Neither of the women appeared remotely interested in Sith ogre's offer of wine, and in some small way that was an opportunity to finally escape the doldrums of the dance floor and blend in with the others.

"Perhaps I could offer some company," he said cooly, stepping between the Sith man and the women. He offered them the lightest tilt of his head, a subtle way of saying Enjoy your dance, I'll handle him, before returning his gaze to the brute. "Let's let the ladies enjoy their dance. Perhaps you could tell me who this bottle was originally intended for."

Not that he cared. But perhaps the man would prove him wrong. Perhaps, somewhere under all those robes that looked suspiciously like his own, there was an interesting person to hold a conversation with. He wouldn't hold his breath. Instead, he held out a hand, gesturing towards the side of the dance floor, and let his lip curl upward in a wry smirk. "Shall we?"

 

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Artorigas stood their rather confused, before he could really begin to speak about the vintage and quality of the wine the man was taken away by a rather eccentric looking alien. Then the two women still so entangled with themselves battered him away like a piece of old shoe. Triple shot down, that was a first for him at parties such as this, perhaps he said something wrong. He normally dealt with the nobility of Serenno, maybe the Sith preferred a different line of conversation. From what he had seen around it seemed to be either all about love or all about crazy, perhaps he needed to be further towards one of them for him to fit in.

About to turn away and turn the bottle on himself another man interjected, he was tall like himself and very awkwardly seeming dressed near identical to himself @Mockingjay . Well either they both had good tastes or the tailor who said this was unique was lying to him. Perhaps he needed to have a word with him once this was all over.

Politeness taking hold he followed with the man off to the side of the dancefloor, holding the bottle up to the man. "Well as my mother always said you should bring a gift for the host. So I got this bottle from my family wine store, however I was unaware that our gracious host was pregnant. As such it is now a waste."

Reaching one of the tables to the side he placed the bottle down and searched the white linen for a pair of wine glasses so he can pour. Talking as he searched "Did I hear a Serennian accent their my friend? What is your name?"
 
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