Tea and Colluding

[Jason Vaiken]

Moff Aethoria's Study- 1 Week Before the Tournament​

Aethoria, the Moff of Ord Radama has extend an invitation to Moff Kira Elan in order to offer her an interesting proposal and foster relations with a fellow Moff of similar interests. Also because let's be honest, too many of their fellow Siths prefer to bash things over the head then study the more esoteric aspects of the Dark Side. As she sits and waits for her guest to arrive, all she can think about is that either this will go swimmingly, or it will create a rival which would be quite problematic. But for now, as she takes a sip of her tea and lets out a content sigh, she is alright to wait and just muse on her thoughts. For it has been quite stressful lately, due to the war and the Brotherhood's demand for more war equipment she has been forced to double the hours of the workers and she had to violently put down strikes. Most of the ringleaders are below being tortured by some of her servants... But no matter. This is a happy occasion, 'tis time for tea and civilised conversation. What more can she ask for?

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@Prudence

 

[Prudence]

The rhythmic sound of Kira's stylish boot-heels formed a sort of cadence against the hardwood floors in the Moff's home. Dressed to impress, while still remaining casually, the Sith wore a skin tight pair of black leggings which hugged her perfectly, and a soft loose fitting blouse hanging off her shoulders to finish the outfit. She followed behind a protocol droid which lead her through the small labyrinth of halls into the Moff's ornate sitting area.

Allowing her eyes to wander the room, Kira allowed a soft smile to creep onto her face as she sat down in the chair opposite of Aethoria. She locked eyes with the Moff as she settled into the chair,

"You have such a beautiful home. Thank you for inviting me, Moff Aethoria."

As she spoke, without her vision deviating from the woman's eyes a teacup rose from the table and made its way towards the teapot. As it approached the pot lifted up as well, pouring a glass of tea for the Moff. Finally the appropriate amount of sugar rose from the dish in which it had found residence and began to float into the cup, before the cup found itself moving into the grasp of the Moff. Telekinesis was such a simple technique, but it was more of posturing and showing off, as the two women occupied the same rank and prestige.

 

[Jason Vaiken]

Her guest arrived and she looked well put together, casual, confident, and cool. She immediately could tell that this woman was an alpha like her and could expect some form of an assertion of dominance. She extended the normal pleasantries and proceeded to casually levitate her tea cup to her and prepare her tea without any hesitation, quite a clever way to showcase your abilities of the Force. While she does have some admiration for such a display, it will certainly not do to allow this woman to upstage her in her own home. So she developed a quick plan to basically show that she is certainly not impressed and to also convey that she is indeed not someone to mess with.

"I thank you for compliment Moff Kira. It does you credit to be so humble." She looked her fellow Moff up and down and then with a wave of her hand and a concentration of dark side energy she created a new tea-cup. She raises a delicate brow and then levitates it to a servant who puts it away in her china cabinet. With a dismissive wave the servants leave the room.

"We have a moment of privacy and I must say, I have heard much about your exploits and am certainly glad to meet you and hope that perhaps, if we grow more acquainted we could do much good for the Brotherhood."

Her voice was polite, with a quiet intonation of respect and friendliness to her fellow Moff. After all, she does not want to make an enemy out of this woman, she knows that her fellow Moff was doing a little test of her backbone and that if she didn't act firmly, she would be seen as an inferior. This is a display of strength but not one of dominance that would make them enemies. She raises her tea-cup for a sip and burns her tongue, so she uses cyrokinesis to cool it ever so slightly.

 

[Prudence]

Oh no that bitch did not

The thoughts ran through the Moff's mind as she watched the Moff before her generate a new teacup, before levitating it to her servant and waving the rest of them away. Kira kept a polite smile on her face, not allowing the growing competition to reflect in her outward appearance. Instead the Moff listened as the other woman spoke, nodding along with her.

"The same can be said for you, Moff Tyradell. You do have quite the reputation, and such an influential planet."

She merely lifted a finger from her teacup, and watched as the woman opposite of her's teacup tilted back, the hot liquid pouring down the front of the woman's shirt.

"Oh my Bogan those cups can be so slippery. Do you need some help?"

 

[Jason Vaiken]

The tea burned, that was much for certain but, outwardly there was no change of expression. After regaining her composure. She goes and adjusts an out of place hair that flew out of place after her involuntary and telepathically refills her tea cup. Her face remained polite, yet bored. But, internally she was fuming.

Oh. No. She. Didn't...

With a deft flick of her hand she goes and rings a bell to bring in some light snacks and as they wait. She goes and looks at her top, custom made for her by one of her favourite tailors and once again silently fumes.

"Oh, silly me, I must have lost my grip on my tea-cup..." Her mind is already at work wondering how she could get even but for now she'll wait a bit. After all, there are many different ways to get back at people. "My dear, Moff Elan, I did not invite you here to begin a saber-measuring contest. I invited you here so that we may discuss matters of import. We have suffered reversals and I feel that we should convene a summit soon to address such concerns. I hope that due to your reputation that you would be the one to do it. Oh and..." She tappers off as the perfect revenge hits her. With a casual flick of her wrist the Moff's loose blouse flies over her head leaving her topless and with another flick of her hand holding her tea-cup splashes tea on her blouse and to finish this action off she puts the now, tea soaked blouse back on the Moff. She does have to admit, she does certainly have a very pleasing figure, as well as can't help but realize how silly they are acting and starts to laugh at the comedic value of this.

"My dear Moff Elan, I cannot believe that we are doing this, isn't it a little silly at this point? We're even, my top is ruined, your top is ruined. Let's just go and call it a truce and continue our conversation? Your thoughts?"

 

[Prudence]

As the tea poured down the front of Aethoria's shirt, Kira had yet to break her facade of seriousness, though her eyes had wandered now and were exploring the expertly crafted curves of the Moff's upper body which were now being finely displayed by the clingy soaked blouse. The woman began to speak again, subtly seeming to end their shows of dominance. She settled back into her chair, eyes locked with her compatriot, though continually gravitating downard.

"I could certainly call such a summit together, I have the contacts-"

She felt a sublte breeze against her skin as her blouse began to lift upwards, before the hem totally cleared her head and floated away. She felt her teacup jerk out of her hand and splash onto the blouse before it began a flight path back towards her. Kira could feel as the blood rushed to her cheeks, reddening them at the sudden exposure, but she also felt a fluttering in the bottom of her stomach.

Waving her hand she spiked the shirt downward, and away from her, while also covering her scantily clad top with her arm, before ultimately moving the arm away when she had regained her momentarily absent confidence. The Sith's black bra stood out in a stark contrast to her pale white skin.

"Don't put that wet shit back on me." Kira said, mischievously "You're either gonna have to go get me another blouse, or deal with how hot I look without mine."

She shrugged as Aethoria suggested they get back on topic,

"Such is fine with me."

 

[Jason Vaiken]

Aethoria's servants come and place the aforementioned light snacks down, bow to the two of them, and then depart without saying a word. She leans forward and takes a delicate bite out of her tea-cake. With a small smile she goes, "Well, I certainly don't have any problems with you being topless." and then using cryrokinesis proceeds to chill the room quite a bit. Making it quite awkward for the poor Moff who is now without a shirt. This is getting a little tiring, but still it will be worth it as she glances at the form of the woman in front of her.

"So, I hope in this summit, that we can come to a consensus and work on ensuring the preservation of the Brotherhood. I would rather not lose everything after I worked so hard to get here correct?"

 

[Prudence]

Kira immediately felt the air chill around her, freezing her bare exposed skin. A shiver ran through her body as she sat in her seat, suddenly significantly less comfortable than she had been. She took a bite of some tea-cake, though her mind was completely occupied elsewhere. Aethoria began to speak again, though her words were meaningless and droned on in Kira's head. The Sith nodded her head along, and said "Of course.. That certainly sounds like the preferable outcome."

Kira stood from where she had been sitting and walked a few steps towards a nearby door,

"I'm going to go find that protocol droid, and have him take me to a sleeping room. It's getting a bit chilly in here, I'd rather somewhere that I can be more comfortable. If you'd like to join me you may." Kira gave the Moff a wink before turning back to the door and stepping into the hall.

 

[Jason Vaiken]

Aethoria follows and the scene fades to black.

//End Thread