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- May 11, 2008
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Mandalore
Speeders flew overhead in lines of traffic in the night sky of Sundari. The brilliant kaleidoscopic lights of the city reflecting off of the metal surfaces of the skyscrapers, classic Mandalorian cubic design mixed with the tall elegant spires of Republican artistry and craftsmanship. It made for an interesting combination of architecture across the surface of Sundari; the old mixed with the new. Even now, what was being called Rennaissance-style Mandalorian architecture, a mix of the classic angular Mandalorian design with a more contemporary Coreworld feel, were rising up over the capital city.
For Aethon Kast, one of the few Protector-Errants of the Dominion, the change of his homeworld was a particularly fascinating thing to behold. As the night lights reflected off of his warm metallic cherry red and gold armor, he watched, helmet off and slightly mesmerized, as the air speeders sped on by. Behind him, the thumping beat of a bass could be heard reverberating through the building. It seemed that even on the balcony, the noise from the club wasn't completely diminished. The noises of the club patrons cheering and talking could be heard echoing out of the open doorway to the external balcony.
Aethon was waiting for Vesper Almec, the Mandalorian Pop star, to finish her night out enjoying herself before they went on a mission. The woman was a recently promoted Captain in the Dominion Military and knew how to handle herself in combat, what more her charisma as a celebrity made her all the more valuable to the Dominion, and on this particular night, to him as well. It was getting close to the hour they were supposed to meet, but the man wondered silently if Vesper would be on time; he knew all too well that time could get away from one at an enjoyable party. If she was late, he'd enjoy himself and wait, maybe even get a drink down at the bar.
At the very least, the music was good.
@Relent