Debutante of the Empire

[Vinny]

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SWRP Pre-Timeskip Series:
Debutante of the Empire

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Dromund Kaas, Citadel of the Dark Lord​

The Empire was changing, and in Darth Cain's humble opinion, it was changing for the better. Fiber-reinforced leather gloves tightened around durasteel railing as the organ player-a talented youth from Ziost-continued his endless concerto. Cain had freed himself of his usual concealing helmet and had even taken the time to use his sorcery to assume the handsome face of the man who he once was. He stared out over the stormy city, delegates and nobles arrived in steady droves from luxury airspeeders. There was no expense spared, on the arrival and certainly not on what was going on behind him. Darth Cain rounded on his heel and appreciated the sight for a moment.

The Grand Ballroom-what had once been some manner of great hall of ancient Sith-had been elaborately decorated in the elegant reds and blacks of the Imperial Flag. Aristocrats, Moffs and other nobility from across the Empire had already settled in for the festivities. Those of import and of high station-and even some spies, Cain could sense it-had arrived to see the ushering in of a new Era for Imperial prestige. Cain was to be the one to usher it in with words of jubilation and strength, reminding the citizens of the Empire of the infallibility of their growing state. He was also the father of the main attraction for the evening. Something that pleased him greatly. His lip curled and he threw back his hood, stepping past a pair of Templars who had taken station on either side of him.

He made his way down the curving stairwell and into the main greeting area. Waiters and servants already milled here and there, seeking patrons to bring glasses of carefully checked champagne and hors d’oeuvres. He could spot at least four inquisitors masquerading as nobles and talking casually with guests. He crossed his arms behind his back just as a voice-lilting and slightly obnoxious-called out to him. He turned and beheld what was possibly the most 'fabulous' male Umbaran he had ever seen in his entire life. The pale skinned aristocrat quite literally sported a black boa and leaned on a cane that was so obviously a cortosis weave hilt of a lightsaber that it made Cain want to cringe.

"My Dark Lord! It is an honor to see you in person. I am thrilled to be here." Count Diocletian said, taking a low bow and extending a hand to Cain. Cain took it firmly and Diocletian happily responded with his own firm grip. Cain enjoyed being the life of the party, but Diocletian really overdid it sometimes.

"Count, it just wouldn't have been a party without you!" Cain responded smoothly, patting the male on the arm and turning to look toward the doors.

"It is a glorious day for the Empire, My Lord." Diocletian chimed in, taking a rather ambitious step to Cain's right. The Sith Aristocrat certainly knew how to try Cain's patience.

"Oh yes, it is. Finally the Sith are an Empire in more than just name. We can enjoy the fruits of our labor." Cain paused and flashed an almost-deadly smile at the aristocrat. "Ah, but you will hear all about it after I give my speech and introduce the lady of the evening."

The nobleman heeded the veiled warning and bowed, moving to enjoy the company of others present. Cain moved on to other guests, a beauty here, a smile there, and oh-he had almost forgotten that there was a proper Bar at the party he himself had organized. No. He would have to control himself. For now it was a time to meet and greet with guests and to encourage the new generation of Sith Lords and Ladies to interact with one another as nobles. Certainly the thinly veiled edge in the air was to be expected, they were Sith of course, every being here was suffused with ambition. If they weren't constantly looking for ways to embarrass one another in the eyes of Darth Cain-they weren't being very good Sith. After all-despite his desire to finally introduce his daughter, Tara, to the newly formed Imperial High Society. There was another reason for this ball.

Four seats remained empty on the Dark Council, and Darth Cain had every intention of filling them with people that truly embodied both his interests and the spirit of the true Sith Empire.

 

[Intratec]

Ball, Festivity, Dance, Party. It was enough to draw forth a slumbering predator. His return to this new Empire had only been months in the making. Slipping into the role of Inquisitor. He certainly had a knack for it. Fluid, almost arrogant in the swagger of his motions, Caduceus arrived at the event via a posh chauffeured speeder. Stopping just short of entering fully, the tall Inquisitor took the time to adjust the cuffs of the suit he wore. Debonair, Chic, it was cut to a modern, formal style done up in a bone white. As he did this, he plied an air of aloofness, as if the very people before him were neither here, nor there. Satisfied, a hand now stuffed into a pocket he walked with a smooth, relaxed gait. Here was a man secure in his position and power it said. He stood taller than most, if not all the people there. Tousled, short-cut jet-hair giving a subtle indication of being a roguish scamp. A slight shadow graced his cheeks, chin and upper lip. Just enough, no more, no less.

A passing servant balancing a tray offered him a drink, to which he took with a cheeky little smile as his amber gaze drifted too and fro. Undoubtedly some of the upper crust of society were in fact members of his cadre. Drawing the eye of a few of the fairer sex, Caduceus offered a predatory smile backed with a playfully hungering gaze. At the very least, his evening would not be dull. Drink in hand, other tucked safely away, the wolf in sheep's clothing insinuated himself into a mixed group; speaking in a rich, baritone when he ordained to speak. Offering polite, if not infectious laughter when something was humorous, a quick-witted, subtle gibe that wouldn't be realized until later. He was here to be captivating, to prowl and pounce. When he felt what little sport was afforded by one small herd, he slithered away to the next. There was plenty of alcohol to be had. Many rivals to snub, gossip or be glib toward. And Caduceus, bless him egged them on just enough to pick at their minds to uncover the delicious nugget of secrets laid beneath the detritus of self-importance.

All the while he drank in the sights, the murmured sounds, the buzzes of chatter and delectable emotion rolling around in waves about the hall. Here is where he belonged, not trapped, but reveling in sensation. To be free once more, loosed upon a galaxy much changed. ​

 

[LordOfShadows]

He entered into the ball dressed in an elegant violet three piece suit accented with crimson accessories. Ralmeri's lightsaber dangled off of his waist unseen, underneath his long forked tailed coat. At least he was able to get out of guard duty...for the most part. His eyes shot over the crowd as he studied the subtle movements of those in attendants. There was no need for him so cautious. It wasn't his first outing like this. Though the last time he had shown up to one of these events, he was virtually a tool for his old master. Those days were over at least. He just needed to get a drink to ease his mind.

The atmosphere was filled by laughter, idle-gossip, drinking, and other things that couldn't be taken in at once. It wasn't uncommon for Sith to carry on at these kind of parties. It's just that the party wasn't always thrown by the Dark Lord. The day had gone great so far. No unforeseen incidents had occurred it was quite peaceful, but peace is a lie. The conversations going on around him made him chuckle. The event as a whole was quite lively for Sith standards. It was actually entertaining to say the least. Ralmeri had gotten adjusted to the atmosphere after a few minutes of wandering around the venue. He sighed as he took a glass of wine in between his crimson leather covered fingers from a passing server. Lifting the glass up, he took a sip. The taste of the fermented liquid caused him to smirk. One thing for sure, the Dark Lord didn't go cheap when planning events.

Ralmeri's eyes locked on that of another Templar also dressed in their best and nodded. Seemed like he wasn't the only one standing at the ready mixed within the crowd. Another server walked by with what seemed liked a small appetizer. He approached and took the small warm edible with his free hand. It was absolutely amazing. A woman a tad bit shorter than him wiggle her arm around his and squeezed tightly after he took another sip of his wine.

"What do you make of a Templar and an Assassin?" the woman whispered only for him to her.

"Death and chaos spread by the greatness of the Empire. The Dark Side preserve us. Ylla, what a surprise?" Ralmeri retorted with slanted eyes toward the woman now invading his personal bubble.

"Is that how you talk to your elder sister?" she questioned with a smile.

Ralmeri chuckled with twisted lips, "My elder sister died on Edusa or did you slither your way into her fallen ashes."

"You have a point dear brother. Though, I go by Viktonia now. Shall we go for drinks?" she pointed out taking interest in his wine glass.

"Aye, 'Viktonia'. Let us drink away the night," he responded before taking a large gulp from his wine glass.

 

[Cheshire]

Why the hell was Rokuro even trying to go to attempt to show face at such an event. Going to Drommand Kaas was a very Very risky move yet still, he couldn't help but feel curious about such a party. He had managed to get some sort details for such an event however an invitation was required for such a massive party however acquiring it would be fairly simple. After all, how hard was it to steal some imperial scum's documentation and go to the party in their place? Wouldn't take long at all.

Rokuro did some careful research and making sure that the imperial officer wouldn't talk. He however had been collared by Lazzis, after all, her pet couldn't roam wherever he wanted. Not just yet. So his outfit choices had to be discreet and long, something that definitely covered it. A long tuxedo and shirt would do, black shoes and trousers to match. Well he certainly looked the part. He couldn't help but marvel at the building and the fancy decorations. It was beautiful.

Then he felt it. The cold and horrific force presence. It had gotten worse over the years but still, he knew who it belonged to. So Rokuro sent a small wave of his force, a game he was making. See if Cain could find him

@Vinny

 

[Vinny]

Darth Cain swept through the party almost like a wraith. His form was constantly on the move, meeting and greeting with those who had come and not once stopping for a rest. Polite conversation littered with minor remarks and a pleasant smile that allowed him to finally begin to relax. He hadn't enjoyed a proper party in ages and he had been growing afraid that the late dark council members had infected him with their gloom and doom. Yet, to his surprise, it seemed that he still had it in him to brighten up for the occasion. Soon enough he was laughing with a pair of planetary governors whom had come with their sons of all people. That little detail was something that Darth Cain would take careful note of.

After moving from the governors he spotted someone who immediately drew his attention. An infectiously energetic soul who simply radiated the presence of a proper imperial. Cain strode toward the young man who after closer inspection could be none other than Inquisitor Caduceus.

The Dark Lord sipped at the champagne in his glass as he slipped into the small ring of those speaking to the Inquisitor. Mostly beautiful women. So the inquisitor was on the prowl, then? Cain let out a short laugh at one of his jokes and glanced up to the others present. They did their best to casually find other people to talk to as the Dark Lord extended a hand to the prominent member of his order.

"Inquisitor! I am glad you could make it." It was just as he extended his hand that he felt a familiar presence in the force. He resisted the urge to go hunting right away. Despite the exclusive nature of the party-Cain had ordered the doors remain more or less open as a show of power. Yet this presence. Rokuro? That youth he had encountered on Corellia so long ago? The same youth whom had interfered with his rescue of Solum? What gall to come to the debut of Cain's daughter. No matter. Cain would enjoy himself-and the presence of this handsome man- before he tracked down the little wretch and got some answers.

@Intratec

 

[Intratec]

He'd been in the middle of telling a rather interesting joke, involving a Jedi Sage, a Senator, and Sith Noble and an Apprentice. A hand was casually trailing up and down a young woman's exposed arm. She certainly had not flinched away, in fact having moved closer as he neared the punch line, who showed themselves? None other than Darth Cain, Dark Lord, jokingly referred to as the Pope, High Priest of Caduceus' wayward cousins the Sorcerers of Tund. He affected an almost petulant pout as his prey lingered but a few moments more before slipping away. Such was the effect of the powerful on the menials. True power came from how one carried themselves, wrapped in the trappings of conquest and subterfuge.

Rolling with the punches, his identity outed, the Sith allowed a polite, but broad smile across his face at this new twist of events, "My Lord! I would not miss such a wondrous ball. Things had been so terribly dull as of late," he gave a short little laugh, clasping Cain's hand with his own. It wasn't so much as the minute shift of the Dark Lord's attention than the unusual flicker of the Force that also caught his attention. Not quite like those around, different. Caduceus allowed an eyebrow to arch slowly at this turn of events.

Releasing the Dark Lord's hand, he took a measured sip from the glass of champagne. His attentions and subtle shift in attitude plain. He'd noticed something amiss as well. Yet it was not enough to deter him. Whomever, or whatever it was. . . They were like a sheep in the wolves' den. Slipping his hand back into the pocket of his dress pants, he donned the calm, somewhat aloof poise as before. "We so desperately need diversions such as this from time to time."​

 

[LordOfShadows]

On his second glass of wine, he sat at the bar moving his finger along the outline of the glass. The drink did take the edge of and he had calmed down considerably. There were slight glimpses between him and his sister. Her eyes told him that she was happy doing what she wanted within the shadows of the galaxy. His eyes told her that he held a smidgen of paranoid of the whole even. It reminded him of old times before they became Sith. The time where they lacked freedom of action and almost freedom of thought.

Ramleri pursed his lips to say something and he felt it. It was a slight disturbance in the force that made him instantly reach down for his hip. His eyes flicked toward Darth Cain and Inquisitor Caduceus before looking out behind him. Wiping his face with his hand, he reached out to his drink and took another sip of the gray liquid. He took a deep sigh before he motioned toward the bartender.

"Don't be so edgy, Mr. Templar. Is that how you've been without me two watch you?" Viktonia said jokingly as she reached out for her glass.

"What makes you so critical of me? Plus, I was usually the one watching you. On that note, I haven't lost a dual to you since before our Sith trials," he responded while turning to face the bartender, "A couple of glasses of champagne."

Viktonia eyes squinted in a bit of rage, but her face as a whole didn't seem to align with what she was feeling. The squabbling between the two was meaningless, but it was also normal. They both knew that if they were to fight there would probably only be one winner and possibly only one survivor. Associates in the Sith were hard to come by. There was no need for them to go to blows over idle talk. Ralmeri had thrown back his wine and picked up the freshly poured glass of champagne. The glass felt really delicate and light in his hands. The liquid swirled around his glass ever so lightly. As he seemed to study the swirls within it. There almost seemed like a brief moment of silence in his mind. He figured that the alcohol was getting to him and that he would soon need to slow down. Lifting up the glass, he began to propose a toast between him and his sister.

"To long life of wading through blood and chaos. To the Dark Side in us all. Through victory, my chains are broken. Long live the emperor and long live the Imperial Priesthood," he finished with a half tipsy smile before gently tapping glasses with his sister's.

 

[Eccles]

Among the aristocrats, Moffs and other flatulent humans with titles of meaningless nobility stood a man who seemed to understand them perfectly. He laughed at the right moments and held civil discourse when politically engaged by already tipsy Imperial officials. From time to time, however, the man diverted his gaze around the elaborately decorated Grand Ballroom, which was adorned with the elegant red and black of the Imperial Flag and seemed searching for someone.

He was the plus-one of an ancient Anzati huntress who seemed to share a lot of visual similarities to the recently deceased Darth Palin, yet she was not quite as intelligent or headstrong. She was on the prowl already, her companion having refused her the attention she lusts for, and getting her wily figure close enough to young aristocrats to make them blush seemed like a good distraction for now. The man didn't care for jealousy and smiled absentmindedly as he witnessed it from across the ballroom, "I wonder," his lips barely parted as he addressed the nearest guest, "When will we get to see the main attraction?"

Having arrived under the unassuming alias of Malak Regnus, Walpurgis succesfully hid not only his Force alignment, but also his Force presence in entirety. Wearing his usual fancy tunic, well-fitting the occasion, which was interwoven with scatterweave, the little brother of a former spice-addict was armed solely with his champagne glass and plate of hors d'oeuvres. "She's rumored to be quite the beauty."

 

[Vinn Esper]

The Nameless One had arrived only slightly late. As a member of the Priesthood whom sought to become Darth Cain's apprentice, he thought it prudent to relent from his usual anti social manner. If he was, indeed, going to become the Dark Lord's apprentice, he would be expected to socialize in that capacity.

The Nameless One didn't posses fashion sense, as part of his intellectual arsenal. So, he showed up in the traditional Sith garb, a black suit of MK12 inquisitor armor. He had left his Sunspear in his quarters. It was inappropriate in this setting, anyways. He still donned his wrist mounted saber, and the gold lightsaber equipped to his belt.

The Nameless One entered the room and almost immediately felt out of his element. Many denizens of the empire were present. Most were dressed in high fashion. It took time for The Nameless One to locate Darth Cain in this setting. Once he did, however, The Nameless One began to walk in his direction.

When The Nameless One had closed enough distance to be heard in his normal shrilly voice, he began to speak. "Greetings Dark Lord Cain," he said as he bowed his head. "I have come to represent the Priesthood, and to formally express my congratulations for your ascension in rank. I have also come to express my gratitude for your guidance and for throwing such a grand celebration."

The Nameless One wasn't well versed in politics, but he had done a small bit of studying in the subject. He only hoped he had phrased things correctly, and his attempts would be well received. His words, after all, had been sincere.

 

[Simonev]

The glorious Empire, red jewel of the galaxy as a whole, and Len'Raz... no, Argo was born to live in its golden age, and if everything proceeded correctly, outlive It.
But for tonight that would have to wait, the coming of age of the Pope's Daughter was one of the greatest display of the Empire since Coruscant, not because this was a great conquest or the discovery of an ancient artifact, this was great because it showed off a side of the Empire not necessarily aligned with the Darkside and the Sith as a whole, showing a more civil and human side would do good for the Church and the Empire as a whole.
And thus he arrived with a silver Full BRED_12 Mechanical Horse, custom modeled and extremely more detailed than the normal model sold on the open market, and while it wouldn't match the speed of any speeder, it had its effect on people passing nearby.
After he got down of his silver steed, the Human would walk nonchalantly toward the entrance, the Darkside corruption was too present on his body to be hidden by magic, and so had to cover himself head to toe with a custom built suit, made of a mixture of an elegant woven linen suit and golden mechanical armor pieces, Argo would receive a few pleased looks mixed with less pleased ones, but all of these would be responded by a friendly gaze from the deep blue eyes that he possessed as they were the only visible thing from the darkness of his helmet.

Always a pleasure to be me sometimes... now, let's find some company.

This was an extraordinary moment for Argo, the voices in his head didn't care about such trivial things, and so let him, the human, "Argo Khalk" take control.
And so he walked and talked with many beings present at the feast, small and tall, of races he didn't even knew existed and some of great annoyance, but then he noticed them, good old Pope and the Anzati Sith were talking between each other as an Inquisitor was also present in the conversation, but he decided to not yet meet the main elements of the feast, and so he just passed near them.

When will we get to see the main attraction?

These words caught Argo's interest entirely while he moved past the Priesthood group, with a touch on the shoulder and a friendly look he would respond with a naturally charismatic voice.

Soon enough, no one wants to spoil the main attraction instantly after all, dont you say?

@Ecclessey

 

[Vinny]

"My Lord! I would not miss such a wondrous ball. Things had been so terribly dull as of late," Caduceus said, his tone pleasant-with a lilting laugh tagged on. Though the Dark Lord did sense that the Inquisitor was a little less than pleased about being separated from his prey. Cain resisted the urge to chuckle and drew himself away from thoughts of the familiar presence nearby. He would search for them in due time. For now he restrained his focus, returning it to the inquisitor. Caduceus had a presence about him that Cain found pleasing. He took a sip of his own drink and turned to stand to the left of the Inquisitor so that the young man was at his right hand side.

"The Empire has been very pre-occupied with reorganization." Cain replied, glancing down at his drink again. "We've begun to move forward as a culture-at last. It is time we celebrated that. Though I dare say my daughter is an important part of this particular celebration. It means so much more than that." Cain added, nodding toward the stairs.

"We so desperately need diversions such as this from time to time." Caduceus said. Cain glanced his way, though he could have meant it in a simple way, Cain saw that there was more too that statement. He cracked a smile-the young inquisitor was wise beyond his years and hid it well behind the mask of a playboy and nobleman. Cain nodded approvingly. As he did so, 'The Nameless One', an entity that had joined the priesthood and even declared his intent to become Cain's apprentice, approached. He certainly knew just what to say.

Cain shot him a smile; "You are to kind, my young priest. Please, stand with me today." He said, just as he felt another twang in the force. This one was directed though-not a burst but rather like a voice calling out across a small distance. Cain glanced up again at the stairs.

"It would seem the guest of honor has arrived." Cain said, drawing the glass back. He placed a hand on Caduceus' shoulder. "We will speak more after introductions."

Darth Cain strode toward the dais, just at the base of the stairs where four carefully disguised guards had pretended to make conversation in order to keep a drunk noble from striding where they should not. The Dark Lord ascended onto the platform, placing the half filled glass on a tray and grabbing a full one. He raised it up and with a flick of his finger sent a very subtle wave of sound through the crowd. They all stopped and turned, and he basked in their gazes for a moment and then began to speak.

"Lords and Ladies of the Empire. Imperial Aristocrats and Nobility. Mighty Sith and Stalwart Soldiers." He gave a reverent tilt of his head on the last pair, showing to which specific faction in the Sith Empire he gave the most of his respect. It was a subtle gesture-but he enjoyed getting a rile out of the lesser members of High Society. "The Empire is as an organism in it's own right. A mighty beast. Ever changing. Ever evolving. We were once a warrior people-nearly barbarians-the Brotherhood that united the Sith and the Sacred Band was hardly a refined culture-but we were proud." Cain clenched a fist.

"We have grown, despite the best efforts of the Republic and the Jedi. We have wethered the storm, we have bloomed as a nation and as a people. Today we are more than just roving conquerors. We are a society." he gave a small smile, inclining his head to the aristocrats around him. "We are an aristocracy. High Society. Proud, Noble, Cultured, Artists and leaders-royals on our respective worlds and territories. We have restored Sith Art, Sith History, Sith Theatre!" He paused and turned to look Caduceus straight in the eyes.

"We are faithful, as well." He said cooly and then turned to the crowd, beaming. "So with our transition into a proper society, it is only right that we enjoy the fruits of our labor instead of hiding in the darkness. No more shall we conceal ourselves from the Galaxy. No more shall we hide in plain sight. We are Sith! We are the Empire! We are proud." He raised the glass in the air just as a pair of footfalls caught his ear from behind. He tilted his head as a murmur rose up around him. His smile spreading ear to ear.

Tara was... beautiful. The pale skinned star of the show descended the stairs amidst the gobsmacked gazes of those present. Her eyes burned gold-and-red, a mark of her descent from a force wounded being. Her dark hair was tied up in circular buns on either side of her head and her extremely low cut dress was accentuated with gold plating and a necklace of Korribani rubies and Ziostian silver. Her face was adorned with a simple veil that did nothing to hide her appearance.

"And it goes without saying." Cain cut in as she continued to descend. "That the best way present the galaxy with a newly formed aristocracy-is to present the galaxy with a Princess." Cain said, and stepped aside for his daughter who lowered her head minutely in respect to her father's presence. She did not hold special station-in fact she was still training as an Inquisitor-but she held Emperor Malon's high regard and had studied under her own father and the Warlord. With Malon's now physical inability to produce offspring, the Emperor and others had come to call her-

"I present to you, Tara Olpierr, First Princess of the Sith Empire." Cain said, and stepped aside. Tara-who was still sixteen, waved a hand at the tray of champagne and leveled her burning gaze on the crowd.

"Sons and Daughters of the Empire. It is an honor to have you all here. This celebration of a rebirth, a rebirth of our culture." She said, inclining her head and flashing a sharp smile. There was an edge to her-despite her attempts to make herself seem like her lazziez faire father. She was hard, her eyes were that of a soldier and the way she had to resist crossing her arms behind her back spoke to officer training. "You all are the finest representations that our High Society has to offer, and it is through you that our Imperial might remains strong and continues to expand. For that, you have my deepest gratitude. It is with that gratitude that I humbly ask, please allow me to join you in your celebration." She said, and stepped off the dais and into the crowd.

 

[Vinn Esper]

As the Nameless One finished addressing Cain, another being he recognized joined the group. It was Len'Raz who had been with him upon Eadu. At first he merely passed by, and Nameless did not allow himself to be distracted.

Lord Cain had asked him to stand with him and he was deeply honored by the request. Instead of responding, he simply bowed his head. Now Cain was walking toward the stage, so The Nameless One turned to the other being he had recognized. "Greetings, strange one," he said still using his regular voice, "though it seems your strangeness has left you for the evening. I still wonder how you caused those men to grow tentacles."

Soon Cain began his announcement. He talked about what the Sith had been and what they were becoming. He talked about unity and acting proper. Then came the bit regarding his daughter. If Nameless was given to judging beings as so, he might have found her to be quite appealing. Such judgements had no value to the Anzat, however, and he did not make them.

That did not mean the Nameless One did not recognize value in her, however. Though she was dressed to portray beauty and elegance in accordance with the purpose of this gathering, in the way she carried herself and in her eyes, her true nature was apparent. Even without his ability to see her lifeforce, it was clear this woman was no princess, but a warrior. Perhaps, she was both the Anzati mused as Cain continued to speak.

The Nameless One found himself wondering why he was giving her so much thought. He didn't intend to eat her, and she did not seem to be able to provide him with any kind of benefit. Perhaps, it was merely because she was Cain's daughter and The Nameless One was determined to make Cain's interests, and Cain's goals his own. Lord Cain clearly wanted his daughter to succeed. The Nameless One made a mental note to facilitate her success whenever he was able.

 

[Cheshire]

Rokuro was loving this party, after all, who didn't love lavish parties. Plus his little game was rather enjoyable with Lord Cain. Cain was very talented in the force however Rokuro was simply was better at suppressing his own force and sensing other sensitives. The game of cat and mouse which amused him. Of course, he just had to avoid Cain, but still, it was rather amusing. Rokuro walked around, looking at the people. The high and mighty Sith Empire, what a bunch of prats. Aristocrats walked around like they owned the place and the soldiers looked wicked yet they were humble to even be invited to such an event. Pour souls looked so pathetic.

He walked around the ballroom, walking towards a waiter, grabbing a glass with a quick "thank you" before hearing that an announcement was going to be made. He stepped into the crowd and watched Cain step up to the stage. He couldn't help but smirk at him making his bold propaganda talk about how the Sith were all so powerful blah blah blah. He let a flex through the force towards Cain before silencing it again, the game was getting interesting after all. However when he saw her.... well she was a beauty. He had to speak to her at some point, just hopefully her head wasn't so far up the Sith's arses however if you are the daughter of a dark lord.... well you couldn't really tell.

When she started mingling with the crowd, that was the perfect opportunity. He made his way over to her, not without picking another drink of course. "Hello there! It was a lovely speech you gave."

@Vinny

 

[Intratec]

Their meeting had been brief, but a profound and entertaining diversion none the less. Looking to the other humanoid that had not only entered Cain's presence but had pricked the bubble that was Caduceus' personal space. Downing the remainder of his glass, the Inquisitor donned a vaguely amused expression. The nameless wretch hadn't even introduced himself but barreled onward into the strange domain of questions and tentacles. It was almost enough for Caduceus to erupt in laughter. With a curt little nod to the Nameless wonder, he left the being to its odd thoughts. Slowing a moving server only to pluck another glass of champagne. Just in time to listen to the speech.

Others seemed captivated by what lay before them on a dais. A young woman, perhaps still in their late teens, a beautiful little thing. She spoke with a fervor born of real Imperial indoctrination and belief. It had been a staple in the Empire before, and it seemed that this nascent replica was on the fast-track to picking up some of the old's vices. Still, it was something to see in one so young. And to that, Caduceus raised his glass, a small, polite smile at what was said. It brought forth a pang of regret, of forlorn memory. Of a time when the Sith had been at heights this organization had yet or may never attain. It was a strange thing, forgotten memories. They arise when one least expects. With a wistful sigh, his attentions became diverted to a doe-eyed noble woman and her present company.

But he abstained. The thrill from before simply wasn't there anymore. What use was being a spy when everyone knew, and you could not use that little tidbit to entice the pretties at such an event as this? He silently applauded the Dark Lord's wit. He'd only just made it all the more challenging. And what was life without a bit of a challenge?​

 

[Eccles]

Darth Cain demanded their attention just as Malak had wanted to reply to the figure in his weird-looking armor and he used the opportunity to slip away from Argo into the crowd. Malak felt a different presence in his proximity, one that was very much alike that of the Dark Lord of the Sith. Familiar, yet unique. Intrigued by this Malak pressed forward, his movements subtle as he moved through the crowd closer towards Darth Cain.

Then, he shared in the father's wide smile. Tara Olpierr was indeed beautiful, yet Malak's gaze was neither gobsmacked nor honest. He, like all that knew the Force, saw her for the abomination that she truly was. Her eyes.. Malak immediately utilized a crude form of Dun Möch he learned from a Dathomiri witch to spread doubts of her crowd's insincerity and even worse: her father's false love. Still hiding his presence in the Force, Malak remained the ordinary nobleman and no one would find the culprit of the refined technique. Tara, however, had just finished her little speech and stepped away from her father towards the crowd. It would be difficult to maintain both focus on the Force and a line of sight with her, so Malak quietly tried to mirror her movements from a few feet away.

 

[Vinn Esper]

The Nameless One had been standing mostly to himself at this point as Cain was still speaking. Suddenly a woman of his kind appeared next to him. "It is rare that one of us is to be found attending an event such as this," she said.

The Nameless One recognized it as the first part of a code phrase all Anzati are taught before they leave the planet. The purpose was to allow them to acknowledge each others origin discreetly. The Nameless One responded with the appropriate answer, "to find two of us, the occasion must be special indeed."

"Excellent," the woman replied. "I have an issue that I can not directly solve. My date for this evening has abandoned me and I want him to suffer as only we can make him suffer. I can't do this myself without attracting unwanted attention. Perhaps you could on my behalf."

"Well," Nameless responded, "such behavior is unfitting one of your stature. Point out the offending party and I shall see if I cannot teach him some manners for his next life."

The woman pointed out a being some ways from the pair of Anzati. She indicated a blonde man who seemed to be weaving his way through the crowds. He didn't seem interested in talking to any particular person or group for long. No one seemed to know him, or particularly desire his attention.

Most curious, Nameless thought to himself. He turned to the older female Anzati and inclined his head slightly, "consider it done ma'am." Cain would be finishing his speech soon, and while The Nameless One could not offend him by leaving now, he would keep watch on the being he had just been asked to make a meal of and would find him after the party.

@Ecclessey

 

[Danee]

It had been roughly a month since Joanna had received the message that her boss, and in some ways, mentor, had been killed in a bombing. At first, she hadn't been sure how to feel about it, Eve had been one of Joanna's only friends that she spoke to. While she wasn't happy she wasn't truly sad either as she was aware that Eve had other duties as well. Having had her time to mourn her friend she was surprised to hear that she was to become the new owner of the corporation.

It had felt odd to step into her old friend's office and see the name plate on the desk with her name instead. The feeling of having a company so big beneath her was strange, almost intoxicating, however she made sure that she didn't rush any decisions that she made and only did what she thought Eve would approve of, for now.

However there was an event coming up soon, a gala of sorts, normally she expected that she never would have been bothered going but since she was now the head of the Wattra Corporation she decided that it might be best to show up and meet those who ruled the new Empire as well as showing who was in charge of one of their largest Weapons producers.

One upside of getting her promotion was that her salary had increased quite drastically, which meant she was able to arrive at the ball in a newer shuttle than she would have two months ago. Stepping out of the ship she looked around at the numerous amount of people gathered for the event at the Citadel.

Joanna had never been on Dromund Kaas before, as she never had a reason to, but she found the planet interesting, probably a side effect from the huge gathering of people that walked towards the Citadel. Following the stream of people inside she couldn't help but feel out of place mixed in between the aristocrats and the nobility. Once inside she looked around, trying to find a familiar face among the crowd, however that was probably a doomed attempt. Looking at the others she felt that perhaps her rather simplistic black dress hadn't been enough, comparing to some others that walked around inside the grand ball-room.

Deciding that she could at least try and find someone to talk to and make her appearance known was the least she could do for her old friend, she headed into the crowds, it seemed that there had recently been a speech as people seemed to be talking about it. She'd need a drink.

 

[Simonev]

As suddenly as he completed his sentence, Lord Cain would do his propagandistic speech, finally showing the true attraction of the Empire, the true jewel of the Empire came down the stairs showing both sides of the Sith's coin, and while her exterior appearance was like the Empire, beautiful and proud, her inside knew the contrary, the Eyes showed her true lineage and place in the crucible of war... it was perfect.
And so he would applaud after her words stopped echoing in the large room, and a wave of clapping hands soon followed him in this action, but then he would see an old... friend.

Greetings, strange one...
...though it seems your strangeness has left you for the evening. I still wonder how you caused those men to grow tentacles.

These words made the Man stand on alert as it turned to face the Anzati, it still used his armor on an occasion like this and certainly showed how he wasn't comfortable in this place... such wasted potential, if only he knew what other advantages can hide in plain sight do.
But then it was his turn to respond, just after he completed his conversation with the Anzati woman, and so followed his soon to be words with a slight spasm of his right hand, making a little golden flame sparkle for some seconds as his arm moved up to the Sithspawn face.

Always nice to meet you One, and yes, it's usually nice to leave work home from time to time, especially if you deal with Alchemy... yesterday one of my works tried to eat my hand after all...
...About that thing, well, it's a liquid made of dark-side infused elements and the porous material itself is it's effect if the host body can't accept it, for now, I don't even know what happens if the host doesn't reject it.

Len would now chuckle, raising a glass to the Nameless being as one of his deep blue eyes suddenly became purple for a few seconds.

 

[LordOfShadows]

As he finished his glass of champagne, the Dark Lord began his speech. Ralmeri stood in respect to Dark Lord Cain's position, but mostly to see the main attraction. He always had an interest for Sith politics they were usually intriguing to say the least. You never knew what could happen and what to expect next. Cain's speech reached his heart. It reminded him of his elevation from a slave to Sith and how proud he was to be a part of it. Tara was and is a stunning woman. Her speech, though short, was quite political. Ralmeri wondered what what become of her and what the Dark Lord had been planning by revealing her in such a way.

"I'm going to attempt to meet with the Dark Lord. Coming with, dear sister?" he stated with a straight face.

"No, no. You go on ahead. I have other things to take care of. See you around, brother," his sister replied while removing herself from view.

Ralmeri began to move through the crowd to make his presence known to the Dark Lord. With the attention drawn on Tara, he felt it was the perfect time to meet Lord Cain face to face. It took him a moment before he was able to get through the crowds. There were a lot of faces of people he hadn't seen before. Though, he didn't get out among people much with his duties to the Priesthood. He finally made his way to the edge of the dais before bowing his head with his fist on his chest. He would have walked up to him normally, but old habits were hard to kill.

"Dark Lord Cain, what an excellent speech. It's an honor," he praised with a delightful tone. "Templar Ralmeri Kradal at your service."

@Vinny

 

[Vinny]

Darth Cain stepped away from his daughter, giving her more than enough space to mingle on her own. She was capable of handling herself in social situations. Instead he focused on those who would remain in his company; The first person he made sure to locate was the enigmatic Sith whom he had encouraged to stand with him. Yet as soon as he located the Nameless One, he found that he was in the presence of a female. Deciding for once not to blueball one of his subordinates, he looked in another direction. Caduceus was quietly observing his surroundings-looking for fresh prey to hunt.

Other guests continued to arrive-one particular female in a rather delightful black dress. He beelined toward the woman who in turn beelined toward the bar. Cain's lip curled. His kind of woman.

Just as he had reached earshot of the female (@Danee) one of his templars approached from behind. He paused, turning to regard the male whom had joined the exclusive order his very own adoptive son had founded. Templars were living machines of destruction and zeal when they got going and this one looked every bit the part of a barely contained storm. He broke into a smile, reaching out and placing a hand over the hand of the Templar.

"The Dark Side is with you, Templar." He said by way of blessing. "Thank you for your kind words." He offered, knowing that as a member of the priesthood the Templar was almost ordered to speak favorably of his pontiff, yet the Templar honestly believed what he was saying. Something that Cain appreciated. He gestured to the bar. "I was just heading this way for a drink, my daughter can take over the socializing."

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Tara, on the other hand, had no shortage of people to talk to. So while her father both damnably and mercifully retreated toward the bar-probably on the hunt of another female, oh, yes, there she is. Little black dress. Typical. At least he wasn't nose deep in spice and the tits of a twi'lek dancer. He had jokingly stated that was why he had not been at the Moff Council when it had been eradicated, part of her wanted to dismiss his excuse, the other part utterly believed it as fact. After all, the socialite in her father, the Dark Lord, refused to be crushed by the heavy responsibilities of his station.

She, on the other hand, preferred to actually get the job done first before she cavorted with riffraff.

This was the job. That was what she reminded herself as she shook hands with sleazy nobles and even the odious Count Diocletian, who smelled repulsively of perfume. She could feel eyes on her, so many eyes. Not all of them friendly, and about seventy five percent of them were burning with lust. She hoped they realized they would have to wait two years-and even then she had a knife hidden beneath her skirt. Castration was not all that difficult once you'd practiced a couple of times.

Her lip twitched involuntarily just as another voice called out to her. This one far more casual-almost honest-in it's appraisal of her speech. She turned and regarded the most rough looking male she had ever seen (@Cheshire). She looked him over once, and, deciding he would be an excellent deterrant for some of the more posh guests, strode up to him and locked arms with him. He also reeked of the force, and it wasn't entirely dark. Something was off about his force presence.

"You are too kind." She said to him in a low voice, flashing a smile and shaking hands with another nobleman. "I don't know who you are, which mean's you probably shouldn't be here." She said through her teeth as she waved to another Count. "So here's the deal. You accompany me and keep these leeches at arm's length, and I won't tell my father you were here. Deal?" The young woman offered, her blazing eyes flicking in the direction of the male. He wasn't bad looking, but he also wasn't supposed to be here-he disrupted order and he could be some form of assassin. It was best to keep an eye on him.

That, however, was when something struck her in the force. Doubt. Burning doubt began to prickle up in her lungs and her mind. Voices, so many voices, words of panic and hatred and-and-and... she could feel them. The eyes, their eyes. Oh she wanted to pluck out the eyes of all these noble-folk. The Empire's Aristocracy was important, but they needed to show respect she demanded it! If they didn't stop looking at her like a piece of meat, she swore she would incinerate them all. Every single one! Every-

There was a blast of power through her mind. Clarity rocked her. She stumbled. The assault on her psyche had only lasted a second but it had been nearly crippling. Whomever had done it had been powerful. She cleared her throat and focused on her own inner strength, using it to right her own will for a moment. She couldn't look weak in front of these vultures.

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Cain lowered his hand. His eyes blazed beneath creased brows.

"Someone has seen fit to try to attack my daughter through the force." He said plainly next to the templar. His other hand resting on the counter. He had noticed her rising panic a moment before, then he had felt the surge of dangerous thoughts and paranoia-like a use of battle meditation-but focused on one enemy instead of many. Fortunately the attacker was not the Dark Lord's match when it came to wielding the force. Even so-this would not go unpunished.

"There is someone here that should not be. Find them." Cain hissed, and returned to his drink. "I want them alive."