Keepin Corellia Weird
Location: Pleasure Palace near Public HQ of AEI.
Inside the ball room, Ostanes waited the arrival of the guests who would be later participating in the auction and were now showing up to avail themselves of the hospitality of Akure Executive Interstellar & Leatherworks. Blank face clones, obviously so from their identical appearances, waited throughout the Gala hall in splendid white tuxedos and black slacks with dress shoes polished to a mirror gleam. Each of them looked suspiciously like a blonde haired and blue-eyed Christian Bale, and all of them appeared unarmed, their hands covered in fine white gloves, a red bow-tie the only break from their monochrome appearance. Each waiter carried a gleaming silver platter etched with the corporate logo of AEI, as well as glasses on it with contents ranging from silver stemmed fine crystal bowled champagne flutes and wine glasses filled with everything from samples of new wines and delicate champagnes AEI was branching out into, all the way to alchemically treated mugs made of silver and oak wood filled of stout Midvinter Ale at a constantly frosty temperature. For the exceptionally brave, one waiter wandered around, the only one with an expression on his face- one of bemused mischief. His tray carried a dusty bottle with an array of a small lidded container, a holed-spoon, a knife, and a container full of water resembling a refreshment dispenser one might find at a cafeteria, if the cafeteria catered to millionaires and the social elite.
Dressed smartly in a kerrigan coat of simple white altered to resemble a suit jacket of sorts, Ostanes had his rather dashing white-and-gold warden cloak draped about his shoulders and fastened in corsuca gems cut to resemble the dragon-headed beast that was now the publicly registered trademark of the company. He had been recently promoted to Head of Public Relations & Marketing, with most of the company and galaxy still unaware the unassuming face he bore now was connected to the shi'ido Sith Acolyte, and his Dark Side presence reasonably cloaked in the Force. His shoes were supple white leather of no special ability or note, and his undershirt and slacks made of the same process as a myriad singlet his company produced.
Sipping gently at the fine Atrisian born rice-wine he had commissioned for just the event, the new public face of Akure Executive awaited on a just slightly raised dais platform for his guests to arrive. Now would begin the rise to power in earnest, having climbed the internal huddles, he would begin to push for both full control over the company he ran in all but name, and further command over his powers within relation to the Force and Alchemy. It would be a risky business, but it would be achieved none-the-less. He was intrigued to see who would show, and just how they would react to AEI rising from the stumble it suffered when Rave vanished, apparently dead.
Signaling to the guards at the front doors, the wide and heavy wooden portals swung inward with a tug, and the coeterie of soldiers stepped forth to begin accepting surrendered weapons and dangerous possessions, augemented especially with products from AEI's own offering to prevent anything too untoward or dangerous from slipping in. This was a social ball, after all, and not everyone who he hoped would show would be on their best behavior where the others were concerned. As the doors opened, more of the blank-faced waiters flooded in from the back carrying further trays stacked with rare food delicacies from across the galaxy. Humble Mandalorian spice-soup to the surprisingly complex and flavorful Coreilian style hot-wings, with an authentic dipping sauce Ostanes swore he would not reveal the origins of.
