LOCATION: Smuggler's Moon
TAG:
Velzari Tharn
The travel was long—But that was nothing new.
It seemed that her time was always required on opposite ends of the galaxy, and thus her fleets were always on the move. Humbarine had been an enlightening but exhausting experience, which proved that her duty to her children never ended. The Eternal Mother did not fear the Black Sun escort that shepherded her toward her destination, and her ship remained steady while silently observing any required protocol. She did not demand or expect any sort of ceremony but was no stranger to entering lavish palaces, almost completely blind. She had no fear.
If this Prince of the Smuggler's Moon wished her harm, there were easier ways to accomplish that.
This was
too obvious.
If something foul befell the cold creature, there was a cadre of Sith that would descend with the swiftness of a falling star. Not because she couldn't easily handle herself, but because of the sheer recklessness of insult. She exited her sleek vessel and followed the waiting Black Sun personnel who led her to
Velzari Tharn
with little more than a nod. As she was greeted, the pale Echani inclined her head with the curve of a swan-like neck that was neither submissive nor dismissive.
"Good evening, Your Majesty,"
White shimmersilk whispered around her as she crossed the threshold. Her movements were subtle to the point of serene, aching with grace, and it left almost a spectral quality amidst the rich colors and artwork that surrounded.
"Thank you for receiving me."
She stepped fully into the chamber, and the shadows seemed to lengthen and reach for her while light bent the other way. It wasn't deliberate, but with her presence carried the scent of jasmine and rain that was pervasive, cloying, like a cloak of night. It could have been mistaken for perfume, but it was actually power seeping from her pores. The alchemical runes that were neatly sewn into the lining of her clothing kept it manageable…But it was getting harder and harder to hide with energy that was compressed like lightning in a bottle. Every ritual, every curse, every war took her further and further from the obedient soldier she had once been.
Hawkish golden eyes slipped over the form of her host before reflective orbs snapped toward one of the pictures on the wall, drawn particularly to one piece, though she did not comment.
"There is no need for such formality while in private…We will be friends, will we not?"
There was a lilting smile that danced across ghostly features before it disappeared into something hollow that carried both promise and warning. Her tone smooth as poured velvet but without the typical arrogance that many Sith succumbed to. She was curious about the dealings that her daughter held with the Black Sun, but it was a project that she had been content to allow her child to complete. Now…Things had changed. The galaxy was not what it once was—And the Blackwall Empress could no longer afford to leave things to happenstance.
Something had
gone wrong before the battle with the Galactic Empire over Atrisia.
Something that had upset her youngling greatly to the point where she blamed herself for the incursion.
"I am Srina."
The introduction was effortless and composed, even though he already knew her name. It was polite to start a conversation on even ground and the wintry woman would remain perfectly civil…
Unless she was given reason not to. 
Quinn Varanin
to oversee, but the arrangement had not been branded by a seal of mutual exclusivity. This fact, coupled with the syndicate’s insatiable appetite for reach and influence, practically guaranteed a meeting between Prince Velzari and the empress was inevitable. She would make excellent use of his sprawling network of informants, while he would enjoy the depths of the Sith-Imperial coffers. It was truly a win-win, should things unfold positively.
