A Party.. For Me?

[Darth Perilius]

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OOC: Open for all members of the Sith Empire faction. Tom-foolery disabled (Unless drunk).

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"Dear Listeners of the Empire
You have been invited to a party celebrating the recent Imperialism of planets for the Empire and the recent promotions of members of the Empires to new ranks.
Come have fun, drink, and gamble at this relaxed celebration party at Aadya's Penthouse on Courscant. The party shall officially start at 1800, and drinks will be on the house immediately. Please wear formal attire. There will be a ceremony celebrating the promotions, and a=multiple speeches. There will be other events throughout such as comedy and other games.

See you there
-Markov Aletaus, Sith Order"
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He had sent it on comlink audibly as he ordered 20 of his guards to be security and bouncers for the party. Even one was serving drinks at a makeshift bar, made by a formation of some spare tables. The final preperations had been made for the party as the Crusader called for @Aadya Drast, the owner of the property. "Thank you for letting me use your penthouse for the party. I hope it turns out great. I will be greeting guests on the inside and my guards will be greeting and making sure our guests are the elite of the Empire; aka the Sith Order members and the Imperial Agents. The drinks are ready to be served and all preparations are complete,"

He stood below the light in the main hall as he waited for guests to begin showing up. He was presentable in a formal suit with a cloak attached to it. He didn't wear his mask at all. In fact, he didn't even use the hood. Although he did bring one of his curved lightsabers just in case things got out of hand.

He felt empathetic delight for the first time since he completed his training. No dark feelings; just excitement and enthusiasm for the night to come.

The stage has been set. Time to party in the name of the Empire's recent accomplishments.

 

[Darth Parox]

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Milo—no, Darth Parox—was certainly not in a partying mood, but he made the effort to show nevertheless. He knew he needed to attend more social events, both for personal and work reasons. Above all, it had occurred to him that he had no actual friends, which would not be as sad to someone else, but which he found at least a bit upsetting. It could have been a result of his current mental state—proud, but not happy—that he felt the need for companionship, but he tried not to give it too much thought. He hoped only that Eriana had not been invited to this event—it would become much too awkward for him to remain, and a sudden departure would raise many questions.

He was dressed in a suit, which he found as surprising as everyone else. Sith Lords were not known to wear suits, but he supposed theirs was an age for progress. Parox was one of the first to arrive, stepping out of a black Bident speeder and stalking to the entrance with purpose. He walked as if he were heading into battle, and he was grimacing, but that was his best effort at looking party-ready. There was a sadness in his eyes, though he was veiling it to look like determination—hence the battle-read march up to the entrance. The jet-black hilt of his lightsaber was clipped to his belt and in full view. He was a Sith Lord, and it was there as a symbol of power.

"Crusader Aletaus. Congratulations on your promotion." He stopped in front of the man who was quite clearly serving as a greeter. Parox's eyes scanned the general area around them with curiosity but also purpose. With the power came the need for caution, and he knew high-ranking Sith were never safe, event or not. This could very well be an attempt at his life cloaked as a party, as far as he was concerned. Then again, this was Aadya's penthouse. It had been part of the reason he had come—she was one of the only other Sith that he could actually consider a "friend".

There was no immediate threat visible, so he simply set his eyes on the man in front of him as he spoke.

@ByakuyaXVTogami

 

[Aadya Drast]

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Even someone relatively new to working within the Empire knew that things hadn't been going particularly... well. The galaxy was in upheaval, the Mandalorian menace had been spreading its barbaric influence through more and more sectors with every passing day. The rebellion was still out there looming, though Aadya personally considered a kitten without claws.

Things had been turning the other direction as of recent, though. Some of her fellow Sith had been realizing their potential, taking charge and finally stepping up. It was a much different tale compared to the failures of the Emperor's before Varyn. It was because of this that Aadya had contacted one of the fresh-off-the-line Crusaders Markov Aletaus. She'd offered up her penthouse on Coruscant to throw a party to celebrate, now that the Empire had something worth celebrating.

Aadya was dressed quite nicely, though she had foregone wearing the typical dress. She'd gone with this outfit in these colors so that she would stand out amongst her inevitably dark-toned, cloak clad, brooding brothers and sisters. Even though it wasn't her promotion that they'd be celebrating, Aadya still wanted people to notice her. Vanity is existence, or so they say.

Coming down from her private quarters, Aadya greeted Markov with a wave and a smile. "The pleasure is mine, Crusader." She said, making a gesture towards the bartender to send over one of the servant droids with a drink for her and Markov. "I'd suggest grabbing a drink and letting loose a little bit." Milo was there too, and despite his most recent promotion to Darth Aadya gave him playful shove with her elbow. "That goes triple for you, Milo."

The droid arrived carrying some sort of clear liquor for Aadya and something darker for Markov. Aadya took her glass and gave it a sip, surveying the penthouse. Tonight should be a good night for the Empire.

 

[Markus Varo]

The heck was all that noise? Markus entered into someone's penthouse, being invited by some newly promoted Sith Crusader. Markus looked around the room and noticed several familiar faces. He saw Sith Lord Milo Vemic Drast, Markus's superior. He walked up to the Sith and smiled. "Nice to see you here my lord. Congratulations on your promotion to Sith Lord." Markus turned to Markov, "Also congratulations to you Crusader Aletaus, thank you for the invitation." Markus said, nodding and returning his gaze to Milo. Markus straightened his crisp uniform and took a glass of some sort of drink off of a nearby server droid.

@vamp @ByakuyaXVTogami

 

[Darth Perilius]

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Markov began to see guests enter the penthouse. The first one to arrive was Milo. He was just recently promoted as well, but as a Sith Lord known as Darth Parox. The Lord approached Markov in a sophisticated manner as he greeted and congratulated him on his promotion. “Gladly. I appreciate that as well as you coming to the party. Congratulations on becoming a Sith Lord, well deserved...” he said.

The owner of the penthouse had also joined the conversation while guests filed in exponentially. Another congratulations the Sith Lord’s. Aadya had offered drinks to the two to ‘loosen them up’. “Might as well have a drink or two. This is a party after all...” He sipped his drink in relaxation as he took in the taste, which was quite nice in comparison to drinks he’d have on Korriban.

More guests filed in as drinks were passed out and drunk more and more. By now, the penthouse was filling with quite many guests. It was interesting seeing how there were this many in the Sith Order and Imperial Agency. Speaking of the Agency, a man that was shorter than Markov, who looked to be a commander of some kind ( @Markus Varo ) walked up to the trip. Immediately, he congratulated Parox, which Markov found peculiar when he called him master. Assumingly he was a personal commander for Parox; perhaps for that massive ship he took a trip on not too long ago. He also acknowledged Markov’s Crusader rank, which he delighted in with a quick but kind,”I appreciate it. Welcome to the party, Markus, everyone here deserved a celebration for the Empire’s work. I hope you enjoy yourself as well..”

The alcohol ran through his system as he relaxed and didn’t feel as having to be as sophisticated. He was hoping more guests would arrive soon to greet and meet more Sith. He was considering finding an individual to watch and perhaps take in as an apprentice as well. He then caught sight of even more Empire guests entering the penthouse as the numbers grew and grew. Hopefully the planned events could begin soon...

 

[The Confessor]

Coruscant had always been home to her. And she'd been to dozens of balls and galas in her life. That was the prize she paid for being born into an elite family. She was the closest thing she could be to being a noble. She'd even gone so far as to proclaim her name as 'Lady Eriana' whenever possible, though her new name of The Confessor had far more weight to it. Being that she was on the verge of becoming a Sith Lord herself, everyone at this party was sure to have heard the name of the blind Sith.

But Eriana was not in a partying mood. Her love life had taken a horrible turn in this recent month as she betrayed the first person to ever love her for who she was. A foolish mistake of temptation and lust left her without a partner and the scar it left was devastating. But she wasn't entirely alone for the woman of her sin was there with her tonight: @Darth Victress . Arianna Marris had been the one to catch Eriana's eye and now paraded her around like a trophy. Eriana only went along with it because she didn't know what else to do with herself. Even coming to this party was Lady Victress' idea.

Though she was blind, she saw through the world via her use of the Force. Her vision was much different than a normal persons as she saw the world like a blueprint, and saw it from all directions beyond her. A sort of three hundred and sixty four degree sonar. The people around her all flames and auras of energy. But one thing was even sharper than her sense of direction and that was her connection to @Darth Parox , or as she knew him Milo Drast. The moment she was on the footsteps of the estate she nearly choked on nothing but the air because his familiar aura hit her like a punch to the face.

Eriana turned to her new...partner with worry in her face. But it was actually hidden to the red head woman for she'd chosen to wear a black veil headdress over her head that covered her face in long black gem strings. It covered her eyes to the point that no one would be able to comfortably see through it normally. It also hid the fact the lids of her eyes were becoming more and more yellow with each passing day as she sunk further and further to the guilt of the Dark side which was now eating her up inside. The rest of the headdress rested gently on her black hair which fell down to her shoulders while the front of the headdress curved under her chin and down to the top of her collar bone. She wore black lipstick for the occasion, choosing to be as dark as she could. She also wanted to hide the fact she'd been chewing on her lips as a result of that same anxiety.

The outfit that she had chosen was a long and slender Gothic dress that pooled out behind her as she walked. The front of the dress was lace in the cut of a "Y" that accented the curve of her breasts. The top of the lace extended over her shoulders and down her arms falling into trails of lace. Everything else that was not lace was a dark satin that clung to her slender figure and round curves. To make everything worse...this was the same dress she'd worn when she first met Milo. How the fates had conspired against her.

There were simply no visible spots in her repertoire to hold her two curved lightsabers, but The Confessor had found a way. She banked on them not checking her frame that closely, and had the guard tried to touch her thighs down there she would be quick to take it from him. His hand that is. And the guards likely knew this going into the party. The "arms check" was mostly just for show and to prohibit anyone from bringing in anything large and unnecessary. Say for example a rocket launcher. It happened more often than Eriana would have ever guessed.

"Please," Eriana pleaded with the Darth who was walking arm in arm with her. She didn't want to seem weak in front of Arianna's two apprentices, but she had to make her point. "Please don't make me go in there. Milo's here!

 

[Robert Abbotangelo]

Bob wasn't normally invited to formal shindigs such as these, so most of his formal wear was, to put it delicately, too damn small for his big damn frame. So he had went out, done some grooming, got something nice and frilly, and now he looked about twenty years younger.

If he did say so himself, he was looking rather dashing. He even got a crown and a fancy cup to go along with his getup.

Bob swaggered into the party, already having drunk a few cups of his own special brew so he was a little rosy in the cheeks as he boisterously made his entrance. Bob was never a quiet man, but his voice just seemed to carry. He greeted other guests, winked at women he most likely shouldn't have, (@Eriana Fox ) - because they would probably stab him - and was all around a loud nuisance in a formal gathering.

He spotted something in the crowd. A friend perhaps. Like a Mon Cala shark sniffing blood in the water, Bob weaved his mighty frame through the crowd, who parted, or were trampled. "MARKOV! MY FRIEND!" (@Markov Aletaus ) Bob practically yelled, wrapping the dangerous Sith crusader up in a big hug and lifting him up off the ground. Only just barely restraining himself from spinning the poor man around with glee.

"Who are your friends!" He cried out, placing the poor Sith down after his crushing bear hug. This was of course before he gasped as he caught sight of the beautiful woman (@Aadya Drast ) standing before him. "Well my dear! You'll have to forgive my manners! The names Bob!" He said, grinning happily, and despite what most would think, with only paternal affection. He would glance around at the rest of the small group, but found himself drinking from his ornate cup before he could stop himself.

 

[Aadya Drast]

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It seemed that a lot of people had recieved the invitation for the party. Sith and Imperial alike were arriving in droves and Aadya couldn't have been happier. There had always been the chance that few people would come, reclusive as many Sith tended to be, and that isn't the kind of experience that Aadya wanted people to have when it came to parties thrown at her own freaking house.

The young Drast had continued sipping at her drink while Markov spoke, soon finding it quite empty. She motioned towards the bartender again, the server droid rushing over promptly to give her a new one. One of the perks of hosting the party, for sure. Aadya was just beginning to have a go at her second drink when a rather large and jovial man - who looked like he was knee deep in the sauce already - came up to Markov and gave him a hug.

"My name is Aadya," she said to @Robert Abbotangelo, returning his audacious greeting with a wide smile. Deciding she felt a little spurned by not receiving a hug of her own, Aadya went in and gave Bob the biggest hug she could while not spilling her drink. "You seem like you know how to have a good time, Bob. Maybe you'll be able to draw this old sour puss out of his brooding." She gave @Darth Parox another playful jab with her elbow. While some may have seen her actions towards such a massive superior disrespectful, Aadya knew that her and Milo's relationship was less... formal and more friendly. They were cousins, after all.

Pulling out her datapad, Aadya sent a quick text message to her DJ friend that had just finished setting up his equipment. She requested a song that soon started bumping throughout her entire penthouse.

"Time to get the party started for real, boys."

 

[Midas Drast]

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Midas could never resist a good party, especially one being hosted by a Drast on his home world. If anything, it would be poor form to not show up to such a shindig, especially if he did not live too far away. The invitation went out from some Crusader he did not have the pleasure of knowing, but he knew the address of the gathering was that of a distant cousin… he thought. Truth be told, the lineage of some of the other lines was not particularly known to him. Not that it mattered anymore, what with the unification of the two empires and the dynasty of Drasts sitting upon the throne coming to an end. The Mandalorian scourge spread throughout the galaxy like a plague, though their eternal crusade seemed to stall for a bit, which only meant that a storm was coming that the Sith were probably not prepared for. The rebels were… absent, to say the least. The decimation of their base on Hoth appeared to quell any activity they had for the time being.

Midas was dressed fashionably for the occasion and forewent his armor for style, only carrying his lightsaber as a symbol more than anything. He was here to party and he figured most of his comrades would be too busy brooding or being all-bark and no bite to enjoy their time. More fun for him, he supposed. He wore a satchel that contained alarming quantities of spice. Glitterstim, obscura, even some back-alley spice he picked off of a druggie; he had drugs of all kinds with him. After all, what better way to tolerate the angsty demeanor of his peers and superiors than by being high as a kite?

There was no better way. Don’t answer that question.

He walked in just as the music began playing, passing by a particularly grim group of Sith, rolling his eyes from behind his shades. The first people he noticed were his cousins, Milo and Aadya (@Logan @vamp), though nowadays Milo went by a new name given due to his elevated status. At least someone in the family was making a name for themselves. Midas was content with his station, mostly. He was still supremely wealthy from birth alone, and that fed his habits just fine.

”Aadya! Milo!” he exclaimed, sauntering over to the pair and throwing an arm around the two of them momentarily, pulling back and looking at them with a mischievous smile on his face. ”I do hope you don’t take offense, my lord,” he said, offering a mock-courteous bow to Milo. He took a step back and smiled again, reaching into his satchel as he spoke, ”I brought a few party favors.” He produced several vials of spice in varying colors, holding them between each of his fingers. ”What’s a party without some candy?”

 

[Shadzai Nuhkoir]

Shadzai wasn't very fond of Coruscant, not because of the planet itself, which he thought was very interesting and pretty, but because of their people. While the empire was one once more, the Core Worlds were still filled with humans that either looked at him with fear or contempt, living in the Outer Rim , in Korriban, is dangerous and you are very likely to end up killing someone at the end of the day or dying yourself, that's true, but at least people there don't judge someone by their species, they just judge by their strength, something the big, hulking Massassi didn't lack of. But, if Shadzai had to appreciate something about the Core World, about their people, is that they knew how to party.

Shadzai was standing out like a sore thumb, wearing a casual and "civilized" outfit instead of the usual tribal armor or sith robes that most Massassi wore, it consisted of a pair of jeans, a leather jacket of good quality and a white shirt, Shadzai couldn't get himself to wear a suit, it wasn't his style and most didn't fit him anyways, but he thought he was looking quite dashing. His lightsaber was obviously with him, marking his status as a Sith (Even though being a pureblood was already a big hint).

Shadzai didn't take much time to get a drink and look for the one that invited him to the party, strolling towards the big group gathered around Markov with the strongest beverage he could ask for in his mechanical hand "Thanks for inviting me to the party Markov, and congrats on your promotion" (@ByakuyaXVTogami ) He said with a smile on his face and a tone that sounded like if they were the best of friends even though they had just met, taking a sip from his drink before noticing that Darth Parox (@vamp ) was also there "Oh, and congratulations on your promotion too, my lord" He said, the tone on his voice slightly more professional while muttering those words "The name's Shadzai, by the way."

 

[Malius Vanis]

Malius was not used to the business of Coruscant but growing up in a noble family had certainly made him familiar with parties, and this one might be the most exciting party he had been to in a long while, he had not seen so many Sith and Imperials together since his time on Korriban. To say that he was happy to be here would be an understatement, this was an opportunity to make further connections and perhaps some friends.

Malius had chosen to wear a fancy three-piece suit. He made sure to have some colour to his clothing wear, a sharp contrast to the normally black clothing that he wore. Malius cracked his neck and loosened up before entering the apartment. He was used to wearing his Sith-armor, so wearing a suit was quite freeing.

He approached Markov with a smile and extended a hand. "Markov (@Markov Aletaus) , thank you for the invitation and congratulations on your promotion, I am without a doubt that you will do the Empire proud." Malius noticed a waiter walking by with drinks and took a glass of white wine of the plate, he took a sip before looking at @Aadya Drast. "I assume you are Aadya Drast? Thank you for hosting this party. Your apartment is almost as lovely as you." He said with a friendly tone of voice and a smile. He looked over to @Darth Parox. "I have heard you were promoted recently as well, congratulations my lord."

Aayda and perhaps other members of the group would perhaps notice Malius' distinct accent which was that of a noble. Malius made a small bow and looked at all the members of a party. "My name is Malius Vanis, it's a pleasure to meet you all."

 

[Darth Parox]

Parox nodded in greeting to the new arrivals, muttering a few "thank you"s here and there when someone congratulated him on his promotion. It seemed—to his mild annoyance—that he was somewhat of a secondary priority, which meant their host was in the spotlight—not that he cared much. He simply stood there until Aadya strode up, and furrowed his eyebrows as she jabbed him with her elbow not once, but twice. "You officially hold the record for most physical abuse inflicted against a Sith Lord without dying," he murmured, then jabbed her back.

Midas appeared virtually out of thin air, throwing his arms around the two other Drasts, and Parox felt the urge to jolt—but didn't, because Sith Lords did not jump at every sudden movement. He was simply not used to people in his personal space—it had been a long, lonely, month, and the only ones that had gotten near him were the dancers he'd paid to. One of the many vices he had picked up.

"I'm afraid your lord takes full offense. Your execution is scheduled for Mon—" he stopped talking suddenly and without any indication as to why. Parox exhaled sharply for a moment, his eyes staring at the far end of the room, set on a wall. He was practically staring through it, where a familiar aura stood. Every mental wall he could erect came up in an instant. Parox reached out and snatched the vial out of Midas' hand, popped off the lid, and put it up to his nose, snorting everything in it before anyone could react.

Was she mad? No—people who are mad usually have no control over their actions. They do things because they don't know any better. But she most certainly knew better, so it was clear she was doing this on purpose. Not only had Eriana shown up to an event to celebrate his (and Markov's, if you want to get into the specifics) promotion, but she had done so hand in hand with Victress. He quite literally could not see any other explanation than she's trying to piss me off. It was a taunt, clear as day, and she remained unapologetic. She was rubbing salt on the wound.

The thoughts went through him a mile a minute, but by the time the train of thought was over, only seconds had passed, and Parox turned back to the party, a more sour expression on his face. He was disappointed to note he had acquired a tolerance to all but the hardest spice—what he had just snorted was having no effect on him. That meant he would have to deal with the storm to come while sober.

He was a mixture of emotions, unsure of how to feel. For once, Parox felt out of his element and even a bit nervous—but most of all angry. There was a small stain in the Force where he stood, and it was spreading. Most would mistake it for the average impact of a powerful Force user in the room, but those that knew him—only his cousins, really—would recognize there was something wrong. Then again, he had spent hours talking to Aadya about what happened, so she would immediately recognize Eriana. Midas was a bit more out of the loop, but that was his fault for disappearing for so long.

Parox craned his head toward Aadya so that only she—and Midas—would be able to hear him. "Lovely choice to invite our dear Dark Councilor to the party," he murmured, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

@Pai-Mike @Logan @EmilyHuene

 

[Darth Perilius]

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Even more Imperial guests arrived. He was feeling accomplished with the party so far, but then he felt a sudden yell of a familiarly enthusiastic voice and then he was lifted off of the ground, losing the ability breathe: Bob (@Robert Abbotangelo). He was hugged so tight he struggled to breathe. When he was dropped to the ground he had to take in a few deep and struggling breathes as he got up. "Hello... Bob..." he said coldly and strained. He inhaled again. "Welcome to the party..." He would look at his group and eyed Bob sharply, but then his glare on him became more relaxed as alcohol and his own perception ran through his system. This was especially from Aadya commenting about Bob's party animal ability. He grinned slightly in a loopy way as he agreed. "Ah yes... he is definitely going to make this party even better..."

Three Acolytes approached him in succession in the next set of minutes. First, was a red-skinned man in casual wear. This set an alarm for Markov slightly, given he asked for formal attire, but he was more accepting of it given his increasingly intoxicated state. "Thank you.. Shadzai... Nice to meet you. Welcome to the party!" he said to @Shadzai Nuhkoir more enthusiastically. Soon enough, the second Acolyte greeted him and congratulated him, he gave another greeting and appreciation. "Thank you. I hope I also will make the Empire proud of my work, as well as the others at this party...". A third, more peculiar Acolyte approached him (@Midas Drast)... carrying drugs. It was obvious that he was a Drast, even more so from his interaction with Darth Parox. Despite his loopy state, he decided to not give into the 'candy' he brought.. at least for now. "Welcome to the party, Drast. I'm Markov, and you are..." he said, trying to start a conversation with the new acquaintance, as he was doing it, Parox began to become more tense and spoke to the Drasts around him.

Parox gave a tense aura obvious to Markov, as he looked straight at the entrance, where another Crusader stood; also tense. The sarcasm that reeked in his voice as well was strained, which was mentioning the Dark Councilor. As he got more drunk and some guests got more high, a fight might be coming by. He didn't want it to occur, but did he care at this point? Not really, as long as he doesn't have his bouncers killed nor himself have to deal with it himself.

 

[Aadya Drast]

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Milo's atttempt at playfulness elicted a genuine smile from Aadya. Normally the newly minted Darth didn't even make an attempt to be anything other than his dark, brooding self. It was good to see that the Milo that knew how to have fun wasn't completely dead. When cousin Midas seemed to pop out of nowhere bearing bright and sparkly gifts, Aadya couldn't help but let her smile grow wider.

"It's good to see you, Midas." She said truthfully. Aadya had done her research into the Drast's still kicking it around the Empire when she'd first arrived, and anything she found out about Midas made him seem like not much more than a peculiar party boy. Just what this party needed! Aadya took one of the more vibrant vials of spice and took some. She felt it instantly, and it felt very nice.

Of course, that's when the entirety of the mood changed around Milo. Even the strong spice wasn't enough to keep Aadya from instantaneously becoming concerned, her eyes narrowing like a snake's before it struck. There were few things that could cause such a dramatic swing within Milo, one so strong that the very Force that surrounded them all suddenly felt heavy, tainted - like a black hole that would suck in anything around it.

"I sure as shit didn't invite that over-compensating, fake SpaceGothic blind ass witch." Aady said, uncaring that she was insulting a direct superior in front of a direct superior. "And I surely didn't invite Darth Bitchness." Aadya looked around, and truth be told there were many here she did not know. Once the word started spreading about a Drast party it was like wildfire, so there was likely nothing they could have done to prevent Victriss and Eriana from hearing about it and deciding to come.

"Depending on how much drama you want this early in the night, I can tell Markov's guards to tell the two of them to kick rocks and then choke on 'em." Aadya was only partly kidding, a couple more bumps of spice and she might do it whether Milo told her to or not. "I'll leave that choice up to you, Milo."

@vamp

 

[Robert Abbotangelo]

With a mental gasp, Bob returned Aadya's (@Aadya Drast ) hug with perhaps the most gleeful look of grandfatherly affection any man could possibly produce. And he didn't even know her! She was sure to be a best friend come the future however, it was obvious destiny at work. He turned as she referenced 'that sour-puss' (@Darth Parox ) and instantly took it as a challenge to make the utterly depressed looking man laugh some time tonight. It would happen. Maybe.

Problem was, he couldn't just pick up the man and bring him to the non-existent and yet soon to be existent dance floor. No, Bob may have been a little tipsy, but he wasn't about to give the very powerful Sith wizard any more reason to stab him very dead than was needed. With exaggerated facial expressions, but squinted his eyes and regarded the much younger man and spoke with some version of wonder. "Milo?" As if ignoring the other folks who had already mentioned his name. "Hell's bells my boy! I haven't seen you since Lothal! You've grown a beard! Ah, remember back in the day, like maybe a month ago, when I helped you in space?" Bob started giggling, though to the perceptive folks in the back of the room, it was obvious he was tittering just for fun. An act if you will. "I waved at you but you didn't wave back. That made me feel a little sad."

As if doing an attention one eighty, Bob almost snapped his own neck to spin around and introduce himself to the newcomers. (@Malius Vanis @Shadzai Nuhkoir @Midas Drast @Markus Varo ) "The names Bob my new friends! Oh the stories I could tell you all about my youth!" He said, his voice lingering as if he was about to launch into what would most certainly be an utterly over-embellished story of heroic conquering and saving the damsel in distress. "But I won't! MARKOV I BELIEVE YOU OWE ME A DRINK!" He yelled over the music, slamming his meaty hand into the back of the titular crusader, very delicately trying to remove all the air from his body via slam. (@Markov Aletaus )

 

[Ragnar Alemanii]

Hjartalheim. That was the name, wasn't it? Thousands of years ago, back during the era of the great chieftains, before the houses and noble-blooded clans that had come to cement their identity for eras to come, word had spread to the Deucalians and their fleets of a world overflowing in its sheer abundance of riches and wealth, of plunder without end. It was almost mythical, always too well defended, always beyond reach. Hjartalheim... 'the Heart of the Universe'. To everyone else in the galaxy, though, they just called it 'Coruscant'. Of course, there were always those that appreciated its role in history, both economically and politically, and it was sometimes called the 'Queen of the Core', but to most it was just another planet. An important planet, but a rock nonetheless.

"It is interesting; whenever someone living anywhere else in the galaxy speaks of Coruscant, you would almost believe it was a jewel beyond reckoning", Ragnar said dismissively, mostly to himself, but in earshot of the other figures he had been walking up to; his master, Darth Victress (@Faded Truth), and a fellow apprentice of hers named Niish Chichel (@Gian Greydragon). Ragnar had worn adequate attire for the occasion, or at least to the extent that he willing. He was never one for overly-adorning himself, even for social occasions, which probably had more to do with his upbringing than anything else. In all honesty, Ragnar Ravnson felt more comfortable in armor than in furs.

What the kark are we doing here? was the thought that ran through Ragnar's mind, but it wasn't his place to complain.

"My lord", Ragnar said, acknowledging his master. "Is there someone you are here to see?" He didn't know anyone this side of the galaxy, much less this place. If nothing else, it'd be as good a time as any to change that.

 

[The Confessor]

A sudden shift in the air would give Eriana chills down her spine. She could feel it. A dozen or so eyes had turned to her and were all watching her and likely @Darth Victress . Eriana was dying to get out of there before anyone noticed her but as it seemed Milo's connection to her was still just ever as strong. She'd been foolish to think she could waltz in here unnoticed. So, with a gulp that felt like a lump in her throat, she took a long shuddering sigh and would turn around. She couldn't wait for Arianna to give her permission to leave. Everyone else already knew she was present and there was no running now. She'd have to face the music.

Walking away from the Darth, Eriana would start to stroll towards @Darth Parox and his posy: @Aadya Drast . It took a lot for the blind Sith to even dare walk in their direction, let alone toward them. She'd betrayed Milo's trust. She knew it, he knew it, and apparently now so did half of the universe. She hadn't told a soul and yet now somehow she'd become the most hated person in the room. Well, maybe second most hated next to Lady Victress. But then Eriana remembered something. She wasn't about to let a few low-ranking Acolytes scare her. She was nearly as powerful as any of the other Darth here in this room; she merely lacked the title to affirm it. But any case, she was The Confessor. She was one of the most powerful mental-manipulators this side of the century. She was the Head Priestess of the Church of the Sith as well. A whole temple listened to her preach. She had no reason to show fear today.

"Milo," she would say as she approached him. "Or I should call you Lord Parox now. Congratulations are in order it seems."

 

[Darth Victress]

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The aura would darken immediately, plunging whatever atmosphere collected around them into a temporary wave of chilling death. It was the Sorceress' well recognized force presence, a testament to her devotion towards the dark side as it resonated with effects of vile and corrupted magics. She had arrived in tow with the Confessor as well as her two apprentices at her side, invoking the Rule of Three. Unlike Eriana, Victress was dressed in an elegant crimson dress, the color silhouette matching her long locks and contrasted against the brightly lit green orbs. Eyes scanned across the room as the four Sith finally made their appearance, a cruel smile coming to her face as she scowled against Eriana's protest. "You must distance yourself from such petty confliction, if you wish to be a Darth. He knows we are here, he will approach if he desires.." She smirked, uninterested in playing into the drama that had unfolded between the three. @EmilyHuene

Victress had never sought any interest in the development of romantic relationships, a contrast to the three other powerful Darths that ruled the Empire alongside her. She did however, love the thrill of lust and invoking those energies with Eriana in the darkened caverns was something that just gave her pleasure as it did to the Confessor. She watched as Eriana didn't quite listen to her advice and decided to approach the newly minted Darth Parox. Perhaps the two of them still had things to discuss after their heated exchange aboard her Nightsweeper. Victress then shifted her attention towards Ragnar, "Coruscant, impressive, though I prefer the sacred sands of Korriban.." She replied, moving inwards to the epicenter of the party. "There are few notable figures we should congratulate..." She said, in response to her apprentice's question about why they were here. @Korvo

The first figure was the jolly Agent, or rather, Overseer. Her delicate right hand lifted outwards as she drew the force around a glass of wine and brought it into her grasp. Her crimson covered figure slowly approached towards Bob's side, nodding in acknowledgment. "Overseer, Abbotangelo...you are looking well, I trust your new appointment has suited you?" She asked. @Shax

@Gian Greydragon

 

[Darth Valravus]

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The woman hummed to herself, a little bit of beat boxing here and there as she strutted down the street with her unique personal entertainment attendant softly playing some music for her to go along to. Drali wipped her hair back and forth letting the turqoise bead clink together before settling. Her black braided hair fell and turned into silver strands along the leather jacket enclosed shoulders. Her outfit consisted of grey pants, a dark tank top and a black leather jacket with blue emblazoned skeleton wings along the back and studded cuffs.

Tonight she was going to get some drinking done and party since it seemed that her other half had been a busy little deucalian. If she could tell her off she would. Actually, earlier that night she had started writing herself a letter but then ended up just crumpling it and then burning it. She probably never read those anyways.

Being bothered by lost time was not something she was going to allow. There was a liver to damage, people to meet and music to enjoy. Nothing else mattered tonight. <"There's supposedly gambling there too, starboi"> She spoke to the small droid affectionately in deucalik until they arrived. It did not say anything in response. The woman had told her troops that they had the night off as well. Apparently they had acquired some rewards and renown while Drali had been 'under'.

This place was a Drast's penthouse. The Deucalian had heard about them. They were pretty cool, or at least the history of them. A super rad female empress kicking butt and ruling the galaxy, fostering a dynasty that lasted centuries. She was an inspiration. Hopefully the rest of her descendants were like that as well. Actually, she realized that she had probably met one or two of them already.

There were so many people inside. Drali did not know where to start. Well there was always drinks. Heading over to the bar she wondered if she would see @Darth Tagus here. She had enjoyed the last time they had hung out. Making her way to the libations she saw someone that looked like he was trying to dress like a Deucalian chieftain (@Korvo ). A little bit over dressed given the locale. But to each there own. "I'l taaaake...hm....i don't know. How bout aaaaaaaaaa bantha blaster. NO WAIT, i'll have aaaaa, oh oh oh an ice blaster. Actually do you have dragonjuice?" The bartender shook his head simply after hearing the drawn out and indecisive orders. Screw it. Just give me a bantha blaster and ice blaster."

She was kind of bummed out that they did not have the beverage she had finally set her heart on. But her mood quickly changed as she realized she would "have a blaster in two hands" she'd name that a gunslinger special. trademarked, ferda! she smiled to herself and gladly took both drinks in her relatively large hands. <"Want one?"> She asked Starboi with a smile as he had fallen silent after they entered. But as always she knew he would not respond.

 

[Darth Parox]

Parox's eyes set on Eriana as she entered from the other side of the room, though his head remained tilted toward Aadya. The Drast was quickly recomposing."No, I think I can handle it." He was a Sith Lord. He would not let others do his dirty work for him. Sure, it would have been easy to get them kicked out. But doing so would get both Aadya and Markov in trouble—they would be kicking a Dark Councilor out of their party. Parox didn't care what happened to Markov—it was harsh, but they didn't know each other very well—but he wanted to avoid endangering his little cousin.

"Darth Parox now," he replied after Bob greeted him, interjecting before the man could say anything else. The Sith Lord let him finish the sentence and then showed a small smile. "But thank you. I would have liked to wave back to you, but I did not want to take my hands off the controls." He was about to turn to Aadya to say something, when a figure approached from behind Bob. Parox had felt her approach but tried to ignore it. Now, with her standing a few meters in front of him, he found there was no feasible way for him to avoid her without outright giving her the cold shoulder—but that would mean showing he was affected by her presence here. He would not be the first to blink in this staring contest.

"Thank you, Crusader Fox." Parox's voice was icy cold. His orange eyes set on her. He would have made eye contact with her, but that was impossible. Instead, he looked around her, surprised to find she had broken off from Victress and her little group. "I see the leash has slackened." His voice was a bit lower now—it was a passive-aggressive jab, served almost as a murmur. Moments later, Victress also made her way over, and he looked at her before glancing back to Eriana. His face was completely neutral. "Or not."

The Dark Councilor stopped Bob as he left, so she was mere meters away, but it seemed she was completely ignoring Parox. That would have been rather rude to begin with, but considering the circumstances, it was clearly a purposeful act of disrespect. He had been promoted to Sith Lord, but she stopped first to congratulate an Agent on his pending promotion. Parox had been raised among royal courts all his life—he knew the ins and outs of behavior in social situations like these, and he knew Victress did too.

"Congratulations on your...new business opportunities." Eriana's relationship with Victress might have been hard to gauge, but they had come arm in arm. They were making it as obvious as possible what their arrangement was. Rumor had it that Eriana was the Councilor's second apprentice—along with the Deucalian Acolyte—but Parox knew there was more to their relationship than that.

@Logan @EmilyHuene @Shax