A feast of Heroes, Villians, and everything between

[Darth Voracitos]

Before anything happens!

RULES:
Don't break my junk.
Never bring your food near me.
I'm probably going to eat you- so don't say I never warned you!

More seriously here are the rules:

1. I am the GM thus all interaction with my Slaves will be handled by me how I see fit. If I don't make an interaction with an NPC you've written yourself engaging in, feel free to generate a vague interaction that isn't plot altering.
2. Violence is ALLOWED, however, I have ways of quelling your rebellious natures.
3. If Sith decide to join, the guests have been granted temporary diplomatic immunity to attend the party, and thus refrain from open violence and murder if you would please.
4. NO CLOCKWORK
5. Refrain from OCC as much as possible, if you have something to say, say it in the designated OCC thread
6. Have as good a time as I can allow!

IC:

Lorrd. Such a dreary planet, so far away from the rest of the galaxy's activity's and general mayhem. Absorbing the dark landscape of the Library world through a window on one of the higher floors of his palace, Darth Voracitos sat idle as usual, thinking. Of course, when one says idle, it does not exactly mean the person is entirely still, as the fat man continued his daily activities all the same. He signed off on important documents he had read a hundred times and some he even had written himself a thousand times over, his slave assistant scuttling away every time for fear her Lord would see a mistake and then unleash upon her his petty wrath. Other slaves around him in the usual mob fed and pampered him as the bored old man blankly stared out to the dreary world.

Suddenly, the whole world stood still as they saw the hulking man rise from his Throne. A large thump sounded and echoed through the halls as his feet pounded against the ground. His slaves scuttled away like rodents as they watched in abject horror. His mouthed opened but no words were uttered. Then a hand rose with a pointed finger. He then uttered words that haven't been heard in a long time.

"I want a party." He told them all. To no one in particular, and dropped his hand. Breaking his gaze from the empty space outside, he turned heel on his own two feet. Whatever ran through the Darth's head wouldn't be revealed until much later. But for now, as far as anyone was concerned, he was just throwing a party for his enemy's and anyone else who wanted to come. He sent a request to the Empress that his incoming guests be granted temporary diplomatic immunity.

After some time, the time for partying would be at hand. They would all be coming on transportation of his providence to his personal star port, of which they would then arrive to the grand entrance to his giant Manor. Everything would be there, from food, to games and entertainment. Anything anyone would want would be there, and in the great hall would be a long table of which he would personally address his guests, once enough had arrived.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Lord Voracitos,

I'll honor your request. Guests to your party will be granted full immunity under my laws. Any Sith who seek to harm your guests will suffer.

Her Majesty Desmius I, Ashin Varanin, Dark Lord of the Sith and Empress of the Sith Empire

 

[Barrett Haskins]

[SIZE=8pt]Barrett had arrived on Lorrd in a transport owned by the infamous Darth Voracitus, who had invited the smuggler to a party he was hosting, promising all the free booze and food you could want, all for free…which was odd considering nothing was free with Sith. Haskins knew he was going to regret going to the towering mansion the Sith lived in, but he also had a rule that he could never turn down a party, especially with the promises of free liquor. Parched from the hours of space travel aboard the luxurious yacht, Barrett made his way over to the bar and ordered himself a drink of Corellian whiskey, what Barrett could only guess was a slave poured the glass and slid it across the bar.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=8pt]“Yeah, I’m going to regret this…” He sighed, sipping on his cocktail, it was too late to do anything about it now.[/SIZE]

 

[Jorga the Hutt]

Voracitos
He serves the most
Delicious food around
His taste is fine
His fare divine
'Twill putcha in the ground

"Whatcha think? Eh? Eh?"

Connory was already eating, while declaiming verse to adoring fans.

 

[Davin Jusik]

[Deleted]

 

[Garza]

Darren had heard that there was some party that was going on. It was being hosted by a Sith that had fought Ashin when they were in the throne room, what seemed like years ago. But that didn't matter. he came to see what was going to happen. he knew that some sort of tactic was being played here and thought he might as well join in. He wore his armor because he didn't know who would be there. maybe it was one of his foes from the past. he just hoped that he would see one of them. He'd might rub it in their face. he noticed that he was becoming kind of a hard ass since he was doing alot of things that were against himself. He just shrugged it off. He'd have time to figure that out later.

Darren walked into the room where people were gathering. he could also take this a good way. Maybe he could find someone that could be a potential ally.

 

[John Harrison]

John strode inside, sliding a seat from the table without saying a word. He was there for food. Not for any kind of 'social interaction.' He hoped none of the inferior beings surrounding him would approach him. That would be undesirable, but a fight might be interesting.

 

[Jorga the Hutt]

Harrison, @[member="John Harrison"]
Is far beyond comparison
He'll make this meal a garrison
Of pure gastronomy

"Though, between you and me, I always heard that your best work was on Ossus. Hardly known for the quality of its cuisine. Oh, don't give me that -- your Master and I have been associates for a long ol' time."

 

[Lord Ghoul]

Mikhail Shorn stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. Am I paler? He stared at his unbuttoned black shirt. Though his body rippled with muscles, they seemed unnaturally white. Drained of color. Raven hair contrasted sharply with his ashen skin. Blue-grey eyes seemed darker. More hollow. The lines of his cheekbones stood sharply exaggerated.

I don't feel weak. The dark side hung about him like a cloak, emanating immensely from the nexus which hung at his belt. The Soulsaber. Derriphan. The somber blade's own aura mixed with his, a swirl of sable smoke, lending his presence the appearance of power far beyond his actual abilities. No, he did not feel weaker. But... did he look it? The signs were only noticeable to him. Mikhail's mouth twitched. He spun away from the mirror, hastily buttoned up his shirt, and strode out of the bathroom.

"Paaartaaay!"

Mikhail walked over to a table and grabbed a winebottle eagerly. He pulled at the cork. Pop. One pale hand tipped the bottle back. The red wine poured down his throat, while blue eyes scanned the crowd, flickering with a mischievous light. Several familiar faces stood out in the crowd. Boring faces, mostly. Mikhail wanted some excitement! After all, that was why he came to Voracitos' little event. The fat man's ridiculously posh manor mirrored the habits of the owner. Gluttony. To an extreme.

 

[John Harrison]

Sighing as he heard the man beginning to sing, he turned his head to face him. "If I'm honest, in the 1029 years I've lived, I haven't cooked much." Taking a bite out of a leg of meat, he chewed briefly before turning back to the man. "Mind you, for the majority of those years, I was either a pampered brat or an ice cube. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm hungry, and you're keeping me from the first good meal I've had in a millenia." Showering his face in deep claret wine, he returned to his food.

 

[Matreya]

Zaiden silently stepped from the shadows, arms folded and eyes constantly searching. He was surprused to have heard about this event, further surprised to find he had an invitation.

Only being a padawan for a few hours, he didn't understand how he had been recognized as needing to be invited. Maybe it has to do with his history as an assassin, he hoped not but it was possible.

Glancing around the room he spotted a pale man with dark black hair drinking from a wine bottle, deciding the man appeared for all rights and purposes to be the most similar to himself. Stepping closer to him he reached for a glass on a tray, carried by a servant. Taking a sip he looked the man over and reached his hand out, "The names Zaiden."

 

[Allyson Locke]

Ever since she had joined Ashin in the Empire, things have been a bit more glamorous. The Sith sure knew how to party and live. She was in the back of a speeder vehicle, her eyes watched as she passed through the rather boring looking district. Spencer couldn’t help but play with the sequence on her dress she wore something nice knowing that there would probably be a lot of people and her representation of the Empire was important. Ashin had sent her alone this time; it would hopefully be a good evening for the woman to actually get some sleep. Looking down, she nodded and hoped she didn’t have to stay long. There was a place she’d rather be.

“Sanctuary we’ve arrived.”

The driver couldn’t see the woman the window between then blocked all view. Spencer asked specifically for this so she didn’t have to wear the mask constantly. The man’s voice pulled her from the thoughts of Korriban and the palace. Shifting in the seat, Spencer placed the ordinate mask onto her face and fixed her hair about it. The drive moved over and opened the door for her; he nodded his head showing his respects to the First Apprentice of the Empress. She waved her hand and dismissed his formalities.

“Vissan, you know you don’t have to do that when my Master isn’t around…it’s just me. I’m not anything special.”

The man nodded his head quickly and apologized; he reached out and adjusted the mask for her. They had gotten to know each other; at times Spencer became bored and conversed with the driver. He knew she was young and felt responsible for her (more than usual).

“Have fun tonight; page me when you’re ready to return to the Empress”

Spencer waved and headed into the building where the party was happening. She looked around and noticed she was the only girl here. Trying not to make a huge scene she pulled out her data pad and sent a quick message to Ashin.

I’m going to kill you; I’m the only girl here! I hope you’re enjoying your sleep; you’re going to have needed it once I leave here. Sleep well xoxo.


Tucking the data pad into her purse she handed them off to someone who was handling things. She continued farther and watched the display of the table. So much food and her stomach started to growl. She looked for the man of the hour, the large Sith himself. Something twisted in her stomach as she remembered the fight between him and Ashin and what he had done at the end of it all. He fed on her essence and she would never forget that feeling. Her identity was hidden by both the mask and the Sith Charmed necklace, no one would recognize her if they had met her before. To them, to the entire Empire she was known as Sanctuary, the mysterious woman who had become the Empress’ first apprentice.

 

[Jorga the Hutt]

Connory looked up at the masked woman, and his jaw dropped.

It didn't stay dropped for long.

"Take Sanctuary for a ride
"The Empress lonely sees inside
"With her virginity absconds
"The mask is black, the soul is blonde"

It was far from certain, of course, that Sanctuary and her Master were lovers...but making things up was Connory's business.

 

[Lord Ghoul]

Mikhail looked down at the hand offered to him, then back up at the man. "Mikhail Shorn. Agoraphobe."

Shorn smiled.

 

[Matreya]

"Shorn. The Sith Knight yes?" Zaiden inquired as he lowered his hand, being somewhat of an Intel lover Zaiden prided himself on knowing most of the knights and masters by name.

"Do you recognize any of the other men or women here? I'm rather new to the Empire, and I find myself new to the people as well." He stated.

 

[A 'den]

A 'den arrived a little later than most of the guest, because of a little "disagreement" he and the pilot had. He stepped out of the transport with some new "red paint" on his armor. A 'den only decided to come to this Darjetii's party out of boredom. He didn't bring his explosives out of good manners, but he brought all his other weapons, just in case. A'den walked into the Darjetii's mansion.

 

[Lord Ghoul]

"That's me."

Apparently, he had a reputation. "Do I recognize any faces? Yes.. and no. You have our host... just look for the fattest man here. The idiot wearing the shiny armor is a wannabe not-so-very-Jedi who goes by the name of Darren Shaw. Then there's that damn annoying Bard over at that table. That there is some apprentice, John Harry, or something. Oh... and who.." Mikhail peered at a female figure with a half-faced black mask. He thought he recognized her, but her Force aura was unfamiliar to him. She reminded him of someone. But who.... If not for Zaiden's question he might never have noticed the woman. Strange. "Hmm... yeah, that's about everyone I recognize."

 

[Matreya]

Nodding slightly with each reveal, "Ah. So do you think there is some agenda behind this party? They invited such a wide assortment of people. Myself being but a Padawan to Dark Jedi Eldoc Quasat, yourself a Sith, a bard among others? Strange in my opinion."

Spotting a massive mountain of a man, he guess must be the host, he focused his attention there. He didn't understand the meaning behind the party so he figured better safe then sorry.

 

[Yuri Caedus]

Stretching his arms out a bit through his robes and his furs Yuri prepared himself mentally for the occasional event set by Darth Voracitos. Never having even seen the man of Gluttony Yuri had only heard of rumors of his absolute greed, thus he prepared himself for the worst of men. Yuri was also not one to partake in such events he saw no use in them, he needed no political allies he felt and cared not to have them there were only a few people who he needed the help of he felt like, and thus he showed up to the party in order to show his face to the people around. "I absolutely can not believe i'm going to par-take in this; however, I suppose it's for the best." He thought to himself before stepping into the domain. Yuri was not one for caring of his looks such as Mikhail or how he acted around others that he did not care about; however, this time was different. He stepped in knowing that his every movement would be ridiculed by not only the people of his residing faction, but also people of other factions that he had hoped one day would fear his very existence.

As he stepped into the room he gave a quick scan of all who had already arrived, before noticing a man of.. Well Yuri didn't know what Mikhail was to him yet.. If he liked him if he hated him if he felt pity for him or envy for him. All of the above could be described for the man that spoke to other people across the room; although, this was not a time for dramatics or hatred Yuri needed to make a name for himself in a subtle way. Not by slaughtering, no that may come at another time.. Something much more simple.. People seeing his face.

Yuri judged by the fact that Mikhail had already known his history and what he had done to his family, that the majority of people would know of what happened so he stepped into the room a bit farther looking for something to drink and someone to approach him.

 

[John Harrison]

Dropping his glass on the floor and pointing at the Bard accusingly, John stood up, making his way around the table to reach @[member="Mikhail Shorn"], slightly tipsy as he did so, and rather off-balance. "Harrison, my friend. Do I look like a Harry!?" He blurted, the first drink he had drank in a 1000 years providing a more drastic effect than he had remembered. There were stronger drinks in the future.


Staring at Mikhail angrily, he spoke again, more quietly in realisation of his boorish actions, a question appearing in his head s he did so. "Are the drinks stronger now? Are they? Also, tell me Mickey, or whatever your name is; What happened to the Galactic Empire?" Dropping the leg of meat, he looked back up at Mikhail, his non-justified anger dissolving. "Palpatine? Vader? Where'd that all go? I almost joined the Navy. I'd have been an officer by now, believe me."

The drink was certainly stronger in the future.