THE GRAND BALAZAMO, HPAQ CITY, VULPTER
1742hrs local time
Nico stood by the penthouse window, folding his arms and staring out sulkily into the gloom. Vulter was a toxic world, a uninspiring mass of grey buildings squatting among foul-smelling air. Fewer and fewer people lived here, as the corporations that ruled relied increasingly on droids. The young acolyte could certainly see why.
He hated this place and hated being here. Nico had never enjoyed partnering with other Sith, even though it was a necessity if he was to advance his own interests. Working together relied on too much trust, too much interdependence. He would bear it as long as must, then he would get back to his own designs on Askaj.
Several floors below, a corporate mixer was taking place in the lobby. Arakyd Industries' best and brightest were apparently all there, directors and vice presidents, senior executives and their hangers on. They had come together to network and plot ahead of the corporation's board meeting later this evening, to be held in the Balazamo's main conference room. It would apparently be up Nico and his fellow Sith to ensure their man made it onto the Board.
Their man was one Alaric Namos. Nico had read little about him. Not a Sith himself it seemed, but Namos had family connections with the Order going back generations. He was one of the zealous worshiper types, strictly in private of course, which made him tolerable to Nico at least. The Sennexian was all but convinced the Sith were as close to gods as it came. Why should not all rational men and women do anything to earn their favour?
Namos had not arrived yet and no doubt he would only make an appearance once he got word Nico's brethren had arrived. The young Sith waited impatiently for them to turn up, fiddling with the sleeve of his elegant attire. The hotel hosted other guests tonight, as well as the corporate types, and he was leaning into his heritage as a Sennexian noble.
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