Music could be heard for acres in all directions around the lush property. Starships and airspeeders were coming in to land outside of the Kessel Castle or on the reception tower depending on the traffic control's directions. They were bringing guests to the regal property that now belonged to the new Daimyo of the resource rich world, @Trael Osso-Drast . The man had defended the planet on more than one occasion and now ruled it. One of those times Pellios had even fought along side the man and in so doing was rewarded with the rank of Ringleader under its former master. A party was organized to celebrate Trael's newest achievement and his Ringleader, Pellios Reverence, wanted to make sure everything was to his new master's liking.
Kessel was often viewed as a planet rich in resources. But a great deal needed to be imported, usually at great cost, in order for the world to have the same levels of luxury that other planets. But for a smuggler, arms dealer, and entrepreneur like Pellios the logistical obstacles were no match for his skills.
The one-horned Devaronian offshoot had made sure that every liquor, wine and spirit was available to the guests. The finest of cigaras were ready on trays with one of a kind engraved clippers were made to commemorate the evening. The finest drugs and vices were plentiful. Fresh drapes, new lights, waxed floors and everything anyone could imagine was resplendent in the home of the new lord of Kessel. Everything down to the finest details would be accommodating to the guests and more importantly, the host who was the true 'guest of honor'.
Pellios was dressed to the nines in a three piece pin-stripe suit, more dapper than ever before. He still wore a low profile blast vest hidden by his garments. The hilt of a master crafted lightfoil hung on his left hip while he wore a sparkling flashpistol on the other. A Q2 blaster pistol was concealed for more lethal self defense uses if need be but was otherwise out of sight where Pellios hoped it remained for the duration of the party. The Ringleader leaned on a raven headed canto-cane as he directed servants about their business. If any threats to his leader came up he would be the first to intervene.
<"Search everyone as they arrive. Be thorough but respectful. I don't want any recording devices, explosives, or weapons carried by our guests. They are here to party. If they want bloodsport we have that in spades. Tell me if you encounter any problems."> He ordered the guards with a 'dad energy' that only came from decades of experience. The authority of being a Ringleader also helped convince them to follow his directions to the letter. Anything less and they risked joining the slaves in the spice mines, or worse. Pellios would see to it personally.
A glass of champagne was offered to everyone as they arrived. Nearby there were servants with a diverse array of foods and libations that were ready to be plucked from gelt platters. No amount of expense, blood, sweat or tears had been spared to make this party happen. Game tables for cards, dice and screens showing remote highs speed races were available to gamble on if visitors felt like participating. There were live beasts outside that would also serve as entertainment or food depending on what Trael ended up deciding. A person could spend days or even weeks enjoying themselves and still not experience every pleasure the Kessel Castle had to offer. If one did not know better, they could mistake the ruler's home for a paradise vacation spot that served they every desire.
The finest companions were ready to serve, entertain and please the guests that arrived. Each were hand picked as the most beautiful and capable among the various slave auctions and brothels in the galaxy. They were dressed in the finest outfits that cost probably just as much as the people that wore them. In all likelyhood, there was a chance they would leave the castle with new owners.
A whole section of the palace had been cordoned off just to receive gifts. Trael Osso-Drast was a Daimyo and Kessel was under Hutt rule. That meant the System of Chakaph applied here. Now was a good a time as any for new business prospects to make an offering to the Daimyo. Anyone that came without a gift, was likely to be laughed at or turned away. Possibly both.
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