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[Darth Raze]

It wasn’t long since he was now tied to House Malvern of Serenno, one of the Great Houses. His standing in the galaxy was already moving up by leaps and bounds. He was always a long con man, choosing every strike strategically no matter how big or small. The galaxy had turned its attention to Renfry instead of him, and he couldn’t be more thrilled. The woman was likely the only one that could truly destroy him because she inherently knew the arts he learned later in life.

Everything at the royal palace on Hapes was business as usual. Handmaidens were tending to their Queen Mother, all of the workers milling about their postings. Nothing was out of place. And yet when the Queen Mother walked into her grand hall and gazed upon her throne, she would find it occupied. The wraith was casually seated upon it, slanted over in a relaxed poise with his chin resting above curled, slender fingers. His crimson gaze would meet hers. There was no warning about his arrival, no discussion made in advance, no regard for her schedule. But there he was.

“You do not have any imported wines?” His voice was velvety smooth as he raised a jeweled chalice in his hand, taking a sip. Hapans were jealously proud of their heritage and traditions, and he found their drinks lacking for his tastes.

@Valen Pelora

 

[Charlotte Le'Anna]

A scowl marred her pretty…no…no…beautiful face. The collapse of the Republic and Free Worlds had presented her with a delightful opportunity, but her operatives moved too slowly. Resistance from her painfully annoying high nobility constantly slowing her unending hunger. They feared diluting the purity of Hapes. As if Commenor had not greatly benefited them all. As if they would not reign supreme. She would kill them all if given the chance. Charlotte clicked her tongue in frustration. Sadly, they were necessary. The Consortium was massive sprawling kingdom across a hundred system. It could not be managed alone. Even she did not think so highly of herself.

The Queen Mother stalked into her throne room. Her Chume’doro faithfully following. Her eyes fell on her throne. Her heart stopping. Raze. Charlotte flicked a hand. “Leave us.” Chume’doro and servants alike quickly vanished. Charlotte taking a step further into the room before pressing a button on her wrist. The video and audio feeds in the throne room cut out. All recording stopping and security measure protecting their privacy quickly sliding into place.

She kneeled just as quickly. “We do but my people are prickly with outside influence, my lord.” She bit her lip. “There is lever on the right side that has drinks that may suit you better.” Charlotte kept her eyes down. This was her world. Her throne…she had seen what Raze had done to Ithor. That kind of power was nearly unimaginable. He held all the influence here. She served at his discretion.

@Sreeya [/abox3[

 

[Darth Raze]

The wraith eyed the lever, but did not pull it. He wasn’t about to potentially fall for some trick of hers, “I’d much rather have you serve me a Nabooian whiskey yourself,” He said smoothly, jutting his chin up to indicate that she was permitted to stand. He had grown fond of Nabooian drinks while he was Emryc Thorne. In fact, he had sat across from Charlotte in the Senate halls countless times before and she had no idea.

“I have begun to obtain influence on Serenno,” He stated curtly, “I expect you to begin expanding yours across your neighboring planets. With no New Republic or Alliance, you can expand the borders of the Hapes Consortium,” He was, after all, well versed in growing a new government from scratch.

“You have been an enjoyable plaything,” Raze remarked, “Tell me a wish and, if I so please, I just may grant it.”

@Valen Pelora

 

[Charlotte Le'Anna]

She moved deliberately in a careful effort to avoid sudden movement. Raze was a predator, Charlotte was careful to not raise those instincts in the Dark Lord. She listened careful as she approached the throne. Her mind momentarily flashing to Art at the mention of Serenno. It was difficult to imagine just how long ago he’d died. Burned up by his own ambitions. The Queen Mother pulled the lever to reveal a delightful collection of spirits from across the galaxy. Nabooian whiskey among them. She poured the whiskey as she spoke. Unable to stop the thrill up her spine at his praise.

“Thank you, my lord. I have long intended to expand the breadth of the Consortium. Commenor was the first step. Onderon a near second.” Charlotte reached out to hand Raze the glass. “I must admit disappointment in my slow progress.” Ever careful. She paused to consider he next words. “Onderon and the worlds surrounding us are ripe for new leadership. They resist us because of my people’s reputation for…love of power…but the safety of allies has vanished with the Free Worlds. If they were to need me…to need the Consortium…I am certain they would be delivered into my care.” She didn’t dare pour a glass for herself. She simply stood by his side.


“They would be at my disposal to wield as you desire.” Keep your heart steady. Your breath calm.

@Sreeya