Ask Every girl needs a Champion

[Roman Antilles]

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KAAS CITY, DROMUND KAAS, LOCAL TIME: 1647

Aspirations are important to a young Sith, especially one who desires to ascend the ranks quickly. On that basis, Roman found mutual ground with this ambitious politician. He had heard of her and silently watched her progress since she had been a tenet of the Empire. He knew where she wanted to go, and perhaps in the journey together, Roman saw potential for his own benefits as well.

Dressed in his typical battle armor, the terror inspiring helm covered his facial visage in entirety. Dark force energies palpated and coiled around him as Roman made his advance. Imperial Defense corps scoured through the Imperial buildings until he finally reached the Senators and politician chambers. His presence would no doubted be announced to the Nautolan; double doors whisked open as his armored figure made its entrance into the large conference chambers. Eyes flickered around before settling on the aspiring Senator.

Roman offered a simple nod, "Good evening Lady Brigairid.. I am Sith Champion Roman Antilles."

"I have been looking forward to meeting you..." He offered before waiting for her to speak.

The force coiled and whirled around him, causing lights to momentarily dim while his eyes slowly shifted from yellow to a red hue..

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[Yominne Brigairid]

Ever since she had decided to become the next governor, her life had become infinitely more complicated and busy. It was one night she found herself in her small office, among the many other Sith politicians' chambers. She had just received word of a gala when her assistant droid knocked and then entered. "A champion has requested to see you, he is on his way," the droid said in a monotone female voice. Its gold plating reflected the dim lighting.

"Thank you, N-2," she replied. She pushed her chair back and stood, making her way through a connecting door that led to a conference chamber. It connected to other Imperial Politician's rooms; all the doors were locked, since most were retiring for the day. The conference room was empty and dark, and Yominne flipped on all the lights before sitting in one of the chairs, shuffling papers so as not to look expectant and dependent. She may not be a governor yet, but she definitely knew how to convincingly act like one.

She glanced up when the heavily armored champion walked in and introduced himself. Yominne rose to her feet and nodded. "Champion Antilles," she said by way of greeting. "What brings you here to visit someone as unimportant as me?" Every one of those words were loaded. Words were a politician's weapon, and she not only used them well, she also studied the psychology of different creatures to better know which ones would have the most effect.

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[Roman Antilles]

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Roman nodded in response to her own bow, his armored form moving past her momentarily to face the windows that adorned the chambers' walls. His eyes glanced through them and onto the individuals that scurried along on the grounds of Dromund Kaas several thousand meters below them at ground level. "Unimportant?" He chuckled, shifting his attention back towards her. "The future governor of Glee Anselm doesn't seem to unimportant to me." Moving slightly closer, his voice turned deeper and more seductive in its undertone. "Perhaps even the most important person I've met all week."

He chuckled lightly, "I'm actually surprised you accepted my request for a meeting. I assumed you had your choice of Sith Champions to associate with.." Roman said, his armored figure moving towards the center platform where a cupboard lay hidden several glasses and a bottle of cooled champagne. It was customary after all, that important meetings were made better with some alcohol.

"Care to have a drink with me?"

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[Yominne Brigairid]

Yominne smiled without smiling. "You flatter me," she replied when his voice reached the point of being seductive. She had little reaction. She watched him with curiosity, wondering who was hiding behind that armor. It did not pass unnoticed that he had not really answered her question. Sometimes actions spoke louder than words.

"You didn't give me much time to accept," she said, pushing one of her dark purple head tails over a shoulder. She wondered if she should start tying them back. "And you may be surprised, but the other champions are too consumed with the Force and proving themselves that they could care less about associating with someone as unimportant as me," she said, bringing back the word he said she wasn't.

Yominne's eyes followed Roman as he bent over a cupboard, and pulled out glasses and champagne. "Planning on getting me drunk or poisoning me?" she said bluntly, a teasing smile still on her dark purple features.

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[Roman Antilles]

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Roman didn't quite acknowledge her sarcasm and teasing statement though he also did not pay it any form of seriousness. "Well, I hope I don't have to get your drunk to have you be more comfortable around me. Besides, M'Lady, no one likes a boring politician..." He chuckled, armored hand slipped upwards to his own neck region and removed the durasteel helm from his head. Revealing a young human male in his late twenties, chiseled jawline and fresh cut though now ruffled since being in the helmet for so many hours.

Running his fingers through his hair, he brushed them quickly to improve appearance before shifting attention on the champagne and two drinks. Pouring one for Yominne and himself, he carried the two glasses over to the table and extended one towards the soon to be Senator. "Too consumed to meet the future of this world? That's a shame....Though I wouldn't be too sad if I were you, I'm far more enjoyable company after all. " He spoke with a confident smirk.

"I'm surprised you're here so late. No husband or children to keep your evenings occupied?"

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[Yominne Brigairid]

Yominne chuckled a little to herself. "I may be unimportant, but I'd like to think I'm not boring," she replied. To her surprise, Roman removed his helmet, revealing a much younger man than she had envisioned would be hiding under that helmet. Not terrible on the eyes, either.

She sat down at the table across from Roman, taking the glass he offered but not drinking from it yet. "Ambitious and arrogant," she stated aloud, noting these facts about Roman. "I suppose the females all love you? Perhaps even some of the males." she said, taking a tiny sip. The champagne wasn't bad, but it was not stellar either.

When Roman brought up the husband and children, Yominne stilled. She set down her drink with a clink that echoed in the sudden silence. "My mate and child are dead," she said bluntly, her voice suddenly cold. What did this man want?

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[Roman Antilles]

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Roman certainly wasn't expecting such a grim and cold response, he didn't think she had a family but knowing they are dead, sent a momentarily chill down his spine. He couldn't say that he shared in her pain or anguish, if there were any; he hadn't lost anyone he loved as of yet and while he had taken many lives in the name of the Empire, he hadn't had to sacrifice any of his own family in doing so. Perhaps that experience would come at some point and he would be a different point of view then.

"Females preferably, I haven't really had any desire to explore the other options." He said with a chuckle, casually blowing off her statement about males. Roman clearly was straight in many ways, never having any appreciation for the subtleties of other males' beauty. "I try to be ambitious when I can, just like you..." He said, tipping his champagne glass against hers in a cheerful manner before taking another drink.

"Politicians have allied themselves with martial Sith warriors for centuries; a blend of tactics and brutality to accomplish goals. So, Miss Brigairid..." He shifted his attention to look at her. "I'd thought I'd offer my services first, hopefully other Champions haven't beat me to it.." He said bluntly.

She knew what she wanted, and he did as well. If her star was to rise, he was here to make sure he could benefit as well.

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[Yominne Brigairid]

Yominne caught his brief pause when her demeanor changed. She stayed relatively still as she listened to him talk about his romantic preferences.

“I may be able to figure something out,” she said, taking a sip of her champagne. She set the glass down and stood up. “Would you be interested in perhaps being my bodyguard of sorts; protecting me? I know many important people. Or are you too important for that?” She suggested casually, as if they were talking about the weather.

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[Roman Antilles]

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Roman burst into a mild laughter as she suggested he become her bodyguard; he wondered if she had met many Sith at all prior to him or had the politicians been deprived of such encounters. Regardless of whether it was insulting or not, he didn't pay much mind to the statement in general. Taking another drink from the champagne he shifted his attention back towards her. "A protocol droid could serve as your bodyguard, Governor." He stated, "Though, the overall task of protecting you from harms way...well, that would be something more akin to my skillset.." He continued, slowly standing to his full height and grabbing the battle helmet back into his grip.

It was almost as if he was leaving, Roman's armored figure moving in the general direction of the door as he placed his helmet back over his head. Just as he stepped closer, he paused for a moment and turned back towards her.. "I have a present for you..."

Seconds later, the doors would open, and two of Roman's troopers would bring in what appeared to be a hostage. The man was elderly, Anslemi with recurrent platinum hair across his balding scalp. He was tied and a cloth remained wrapped around his mouth so he could not speak. Roman knew that the politician would be shocked and perhaps even taken aback by this display; would she be furious? Who knew. Or would she be interested?

The Sith Champion didn't offer an explanation just yet, instead speaking in a mechanized voice towards the hostage. "No noises.." Roman removed the cloth from around the man's mouth before shifting his attention back towards the Nautaloan. "This is one of the administrative assistants in Diplomat Di's office. I believe he has a great wealth of information to tell you. So, go ahead and ask. Do not worry about any lies, his allegiance is towards you, and the well-being of his family depends on it..."

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[Yominne Brigairid]

His response was exactly what she expected. Yominne allowed herself a small smile. It would be quite easy to play to his arrogance.

She did not respond to him; instead watched as he replaced his helmet and made for the door. When he mentioned he had a present for her, her only reaction was a solitary blink.

Her insides hardened, however, when the Anselmi was brought in gagged. “An assistance of Governor Di’s? I find it highly unlikely Di would employ an Anselmi in her office.”

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