Code Of Silence
Late into the night, deep below the Star Lounge…
The Donna stood, her back to the interior of her private office space. Most of the room was dark, with only a single lamp atop her desk & a few of the displays lining the walls providing any form of illumination. Her holo-screen was lifeless, and an empty plate sat - forgotten - on her desk beside an empty glass. Between two fingers, she clutched a cigarra; staring out through the “window” which occupied the wall, out across the shimmering, dancing, brightly-lit expanse of Coruscant’s skyline. It was, of course, an illusion, but a clever one; while her office was located deep within the Uscru District and two levels below the Star Lounge’s ground floor, the window implied her office was located high above the city on an immensely tall building. Visible through the camera used to pipe the transmission into the private space, starships & flying speeders of every shape & size criss-crossed the horizon.
Deep in thought, she appeared pre-occupied… silently lost in thought as she gazed out across the vibrant sky.
The Lounge had shut down for the evening, with all of its customers & employees having gone home. Members of The Family, however, were still able to come & go at their leisure. A handful of “soldiers” remained within the Sanctum, but most were away. While some might choose to go through the hidden passage in the alleyway behind the establishment, that was not the preferred route… mainly because of the half-dozen small, metallic entities which dwelt within the alleyway: Tanuki Droids, bundles of electronics, steel, and rage which had been gifted to Ivory by
Yula Perl
. The angry little creatures served to keep the alleyway free from degenerates & curious snoopers, while also providing a convenient service to the Lounge itself as erstwhile refuse recyclers. A number of The Family’s more prominent personalities might have found themselves lucky, and developed a shaky relationship with the creatures… but generally, the beasts were given a wide berth by everyone. Employees at the Lounge had even taken to simply hurling bags of trash through the open kitchen door before slamming it shut.
Ivory found the entire situation to be an unending source of amusement, but tonight, she was in no joking mood.
Replaying the evening’s events in her mind, she waited.
Finally, the door to her office emitted a buzz, signaling the presence of someone outside waiting to enter. The spell broken, Ivory turned, reaching underneath her desk to press a small button which would cause the door to slide noiselessly into the wall, allowing entry.
She looked out into the hallway from her position behind her desk, recognizing immediately the person stepping inside.
“Thank you for coming, Kardek. Please, have a seat. Would you like a drink?”
Two leather-backed chairs faced her desk directly, but off to the side, a small sitting area near a set of bookcases were also available - two chairs, facing each-other with a small table between them.
Even in the dim light of the room, it was obvious that The Donna took great pride in her personal space; the hardwood floors were covered by a smattering of rugs, and artwork from all over the galaxy lined the walls. The few display cases there were each contained artifacts of curious backstory… one, filled with gemstones of every shape & color, another a collection of death masks from some distant tribal culture, and a third - this one prominently set near her desk all by itself - contained a single lightsaber with a curved hilt encased in glass. The room smelled faintly of food, booze, and a recently-smoked Fiora Cigarra.
Kardek Alpha
The Donna stood, her back to the interior of her private office space. Most of the room was dark, with only a single lamp atop her desk & a few of the displays lining the walls providing any form of illumination. Her holo-screen was lifeless, and an empty plate sat - forgotten - on her desk beside an empty glass. Between two fingers, she clutched a cigarra; staring out through the “window” which occupied the wall, out across the shimmering, dancing, brightly-lit expanse of Coruscant’s skyline. It was, of course, an illusion, but a clever one; while her office was located deep within the Uscru District and two levels below the Star Lounge’s ground floor, the window implied her office was located high above the city on an immensely tall building. Visible through the camera used to pipe the transmission into the private space, starships & flying speeders of every shape & size criss-crossed the horizon.
Deep in thought, she appeared pre-occupied… silently lost in thought as she gazed out across the vibrant sky.
The Lounge had shut down for the evening, with all of its customers & employees having gone home. Members of The Family, however, were still able to come & go at their leisure. A handful of “soldiers” remained within the Sanctum, but most were away. While some might choose to go through the hidden passage in the alleyway behind the establishment, that was not the preferred route… mainly because of the half-dozen small, metallic entities which dwelt within the alleyway: Tanuki Droids, bundles of electronics, steel, and rage which had been gifted to Ivory by
Yula Perl
. The angry little creatures served to keep the alleyway free from degenerates & curious snoopers, while also providing a convenient service to the Lounge itself as erstwhile refuse recyclers. A number of The Family’s more prominent personalities might have found themselves lucky, and developed a shaky relationship with the creatures… but generally, the beasts were given a wide berth by everyone. Employees at the Lounge had even taken to simply hurling bags of trash through the open kitchen door before slamming it shut.Ivory found the entire situation to be an unending source of amusement, but tonight, she was in no joking mood.
Replaying the evening’s events in her mind, she waited.
Finally, the door to her office emitted a buzz, signaling the presence of someone outside waiting to enter. The spell broken, Ivory turned, reaching underneath her desk to press a small button which would cause the door to slide noiselessly into the wall, allowing entry.
She looked out into the hallway from her position behind her desk, recognizing immediately the person stepping inside.
“Thank you for coming, Kardek. Please, have a seat. Would you like a drink?”
Two leather-backed chairs faced her desk directly, but off to the side, a small sitting area near a set of bookcases were also available - two chairs, facing each-other with a small table between them.
Even in the dim light of the room, it was obvious that The Donna took great pride in her personal space; the hardwood floors were covered by a smattering of rugs, and artwork from all over the galaxy lined the walls. The few display cases there were each contained artifacts of curious backstory… one, filled with gemstones of every shape & color, another a collection of death masks from some distant tribal culture, and a third - this one prominently set near her desk all by itself - contained a single lightsaber with a curved hilt encased in glass. The room smelled faintly of food, booze, and a recently-smoked Fiora Cigarra.
Kardek Alpha
