Formal Affairs of State (Kirk)

[Xochilt]

Sith Imperial Star Destroyer
The Palpatine ( Mason is clearly tipsy)



There were some things that were unavoidable. Taxes. Death.

Formal affairs of state.

A smirk drew across XoChitl's full crimson lips, a rather devilish glint reflecting in her citrine eyes at the rather monotonous attendants in front of her.

One could only wonder which of the two they tried to avoid the most.
The great ballroom of Imperial Star Destroyer had been prepared earlier that day. It was a formal affair. Black tie.... or dress uniform.

Left...right... left... The sway of full hips provided a tantalizing picture for those surrounding the Zeltron Intelligence Deputy Director as she wandered on by. Orange eyes glittered with what appeared to be boredom as the female idly rotated round and round twin small spheres in her hand, a small tick she had developed in her youth to pass the time among other things.

She was older now; although with the way she carried herself, one would remark she was still an exotically striking woman. Crimson skin, orange eyes, and unlike her Special Agent days, had cut her snow-white hair and kept it in a perfect side parted bob.

For the occasion she didn't bother with formal dress; instead she sported a slinky blue number that left little to no imagination of the body underneath. The fabric was like a second skin, and it bore testimony that she clearly didn't wear anything underneath it.

If she was going to partake with this ungodly boring event, she was certainly going to dress the part for entertainment purposes.


A game, a game. It was always a game, and right now, she was looking for one to pass the time while old crust-busters reminisced about the old times.


What to do... and whom to do it to? The thought tickled her senses and a mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes.

 

[Soeht]

In his dress uniform, Kirk looked the part of a high ranked Imperial officer while on-board the Palpatine. In the sea of people of this formal affair, one which he found no pleasure in, Kirk eventually found a distinct, familiar bob haircut along with a red-skinned woman.

Moving through the crowd, Kirk begin to approach XoChitl - wondering if this woman of his past noticed his approach or not.

 

[Xochilt]

Taking a champagne fluke from a passing waiter, XoChitl gave a small half turn. She felt him then. Oh how delicious. It had been a long while. A slow self satisfying grin crept over her full lips as she completed a 180 on the pads of her stilettos.

"Well well well.... look what the Nexu dragged in," came her familiar throaty purr. Interesting. For once, he was coming to her.

 

[Soeht]

"It has been a while, dear," replied Kirk with a little kick at the end.

Then, the new Moff extended a hand to XoChitl, as if offering a dance.

 

[Xochilt]

Twin alabaster brows rose high. Her curiosity grew. The brought the bubbly glass to her lips and took a sip, while her other hand deftly paused their twirling of the twin black spheres and slipped them back into the thick bracelet she wore.

"If you insist, bao bay," she said in a throaty reply dripping a sickly sweetness like honey. As another waiter drew past them, she left her half drunk glass on top of his serving plate while her right hand took Kirk's own.

"It's been a while..."

 

[Soeht]

Despite years passing, Kirk still had quite the limber body - especially when it came to dancing. And it seemed that he especially enjoyed such dancing with Xo, if she was still as in touch with her empathic senses.

"How have you been," asked Kirk?

 

[Xochilt]

Pleasure went dancing across her senses from the Chiss. It was still such an odd sensation to feel coming from Rytek'irk'intrano.

There was a faint arch of a brow, a knowing half grin, and a slight lowering of her lashes. Oh she could match him step by step; she was, if not, limber as ever, soft full curves swaying slightly with each step.

"Mmm... enjoying the game of thrones." she said with avid amusement, referencing the shift in power. She always had such a delicious time with the power games.

There came a twirl, and she spun only come back to him, her citrine gaze rising up to meet crimson. Another hidden look. "And you?"

 

[Soeht]

"I too enjoy the game," replied Kirk with a devious smile, still the boy that he always was, "And doing well, as I think you can see."

The dress uniform that Kirk wore would have shown both his rank as a Moff as well as many decorations that he obtained.

 

[Xochilt]

Another turn and return. This time, however, instead of her right hand taking his left, it came to briefly graze the stack of decorations over his dress uniform.

Her orange eyes reflected a knowing satisfaction. Pride. As if coming face to face with a product of your creation. "You've taken control, bao bay..." up rose her hand, crimson fingers interlocking with blue as she took his hand anew.

A sequence of flashbacks came to mind. The med-bay after he'd been tortured by the e'chuta he'd fallen prey to after imbibing a drink spiked with Elixir of infatuation. The challenge she made. The glass of water boldly held towards him after she'd deliberately drugged it in front of him with the love potion.

Then, tell me, draga,...Why?
So you learn...Remember... and Never. Forget.
Control, bao bay.... It's all about control.
It's about who controls your life Kirk
Will it be you?
Or them?


"Well done."

 

[Soeht]

The gleam upon XoChitl's face did not go unnoticed. Kirk's attention to detail had grown far beyond what it used to be.

"You say that as if the best has passed," quipped Kirk.

 

[Xochilt]

There came another arching of her eyebrow, intrigue sparked. "The game never ends, lover..." she coo'd, swaying in his arms as they slow danced.

"The higher the risks... the more pleasure we get, no?" there was an edge to her voice, "It's just a different flavor now.... we've more pawns to use in Dejarik."

 

[Disciple]

Disciple sat nearby, two small childrens dolls in his hands; a boy and a girl. Looking up, ephemeral eyes locking onto the Red and Blue dancing and talking. He smashes the faces of the toys together - "Now, kiss!", he cackles quietly to himself.