Er'in Tenel
W H I C H - W I T C H
The Hapes Cluster is a long way from anywhere, despite it's position along the Inner Rim and it's access to valuable trade routes. The current powers that be in the galaxy are fighting to the galactic west, with only the Sith Empire and the newly reborn Mandalorian Empire to even consider threatening Consortium space. So the Consortium goes about it's business, isolated from the politics of the galaxy.
The spires of Hapes stretch high into the sky, each building a work of art and beauty designed to compliment the planets overall appearance - the ugly, the poor and the downtrodden pushed into the canyons below, leaving glittering white marble and perfect black basalt to reflect the lights of the thousands of stars that glitter down through a night which is as well lit as the day.
Light is something eternal on Hapes.
But here, the light casts shadows that hide an ugly world.
Tonight's grand gala was in honour of some minor Admiral's defeat of a pirate raiding force made up of disenfranchised men who were tired of their place as second class citizens. A hundred or more of the minor Royalty of Hapes, all clustered into a mirror-polished ballroom with a domed ceiling to let the endless light bathe the elegant fabrics, stark uniforms and gilded armour of the ever present life-protectors.
Honestly, Er'in couldn't even remember the Admiral's name. All she could really concentrate on was that she had been due to enter into one of the solar gala races today, but this little police action against people who should have known better had cost her one day of genuine freedom for another evening of politics. Her heels tapped gently against the polished metal floor even as her daring split-fronted silver and blue gown swirled around her like an extension of her body, her face projecting endless smiles that didn't ever reach her eyes as she worked her way slowly through the selection of drinks.
Rumour had it the pirates had been backed by sources from outside the cluster - advanced arms and armour. People speculated about everything from the First Order to the Sith Empire. But Er'in considered both factions to be unlikely choices at best.
Distancing herself from another trivial conversation, she found a quiet spot by the edge of the dome, looking out over the vast city as she allowed her mind to work through the complexities. A move on Hapes was, in the end, inevitable - the space around the cluster, even the cluster itself had been occupied before. But none of the neighbouring stellar powers were close enough to exert true influence, and the Consortium was hardly defenceless.
She sighed, letting her gaze trace over the dark haired aristocratic beauty who stared soulfully back at her from her own reflection. The dress worked, she had to admit - she'd have to thank her stylist for that, and for the work on her hair.
It had to be a more distant faction, looking to unsettle matters. The Galactic Alliance seemed unlikely. One of the rim factions? The Sith would have little interest in somewhere with so few resources they wanted or needed, although predictability was not their strong point. No. Someone like the CIS, looking to stir the pot just a little. Yes, yes, they had a tedious motto of keeping people free. But no one was ever truly free.
The figure in the glass sighed as she sipped at her drink. Particularly not anyone on Hapes. From the poorest slave to the Queen Mother, everyone played their role to perfection.
Including her.
[member="Darth Metus"]
The spires of Hapes stretch high into the sky, each building a work of art and beauty designed to compliment the planets overall appearance - the ugly, the poor and the downtrodden pushed into the canyons below, leaving glittering white marble and perfect black basalt to reflect the lights of the thousands of stars that glitter down through a night which is as well lit as the day.
Light is something eternal on Hapes.
But here, the light casts shadows that hide an ugly world.
Tonight's grand gala was in honour of some minor Admiral's defeat of a pirate raiding force made up of disenfranchised men who were tired of their place as second class citizens. A hundred or more of the minor Royalty of Hapes, all clustered into a mirror-polished ballroom with a domed ceiling to let the endless light bathe the elegant fabrics, stark uniforms and gilded armour of the ever present life-protectors.
Honestly, Er'in couldn't even remember the Admiral's name. All she could really concentrate on was that she had been due to enter into one of the solar gala races today, but this little police action against people who should have known better had cost her one day of genuine freedom for another evening of politics. Her heels tapped gently against the polished metal floor even as her daring split-fronted silver and blue gown swirled around her like an extension of her body, her face projecting endless smiles that didn't ever reach her eyes as she worked her way slowly through the selection of drinks.
Rumour had it the pirates had been backed by sources from outside the cluster - advanced arms and armour. People speculated about everything from the First Order to the Sith Empire. But Er'in considered both factions to be unlikely choices at best.
Distancing herself from another trivial conversation, she found a quiet spot by the edge of the dome, looking out over the vast city as she allowed her mind to work through the complexities. A move on Hapes was, in the end, inevitable - the space around the cluster, even the cluster itself had been occupied before. But none of the neighbouring stellar powers were close enough to exert true influence, and the Consortium was hardly defenceless.
She sighed, letting her gaze trace over the dark haired aristocratic beauty who stared soulfully back at her from her own reflection. The dress worked, she had to admit - she'd have to thank her stylist for that, and for the work on her hair.
It had to be a more distant faction, looking to unsettle matters. The Galactic Alliance seemed unlikely. One of the rim factions? The Sith would have little interest in somewhere with so few resources they wanted or needed, although predictability was not their strong point. No. Someone like the CIS, looking to stir the pot just a little. Yes, yes, they had a tedious motto of keeping people free. But no one was ever truly free.
The figure in the glass sighed as she sipped at her drink. Particularly not anyone on Hapes. From the poorest slave to the Queen Mother, everyone played their role to perfection.
Including her.
[member="Darth Metus"]