Heir to the Emperor, Senator of Denon
Rojuhr Pouihl
The first rays of the artificial dawn were not merely light; they were liquid gold, pouring through the panoramic view of Ayumi's penthouse in District 1. They caught the faint, lingering swirl of exotic perfume and mist on the air, setting the dust motes dancing like scattered diamond dust. Ayumi was a statue coming to life in the gilded silence. She stood between the sprawling view of her waking city and the rumpled luxury of the large low sofa where her two companions for the night still lay in a beautiful tangle of sleep-warm limbs and spilled silk. One was Renner, the Corellian architect aiding in the redesign of the districts was a study in sculpted elegance. A refugee from Corellia after they had encountered the Imperials above. The sheet was a mere suggestion draped over her form, revealing the long, powerful line of a leg that ended in a graceful foot.
Her skin was the color of rich mahogany, smooth and flawless, stretched taut over the defined muscle of her abdomen and the elegant curve of her hip. One arm was thrown above her head, showcasing the delicate structure of her collarbone and the firm perfect swell. Her face, sharp and intelligent even in sleep, was framed by a cloud of tight, dark curls that cascaded over the cushions like a crown. A serene, satisfied smile played on her full lips. Curled against her, one arm thrown possessively over Renner's waist, was Albedo, the musician. Where Renner was cool, sculpted mahogany, Albedo was all warm, fiery alabaster. Her skin was a canvas of faint freckles dusted across her shoulders and the delicate line of her spine, glowing in the morning light. A shock of hair, the vibrant crimson of a dying star, was fanned across the pillow, a stark and beautiful contrast to the dark silk sheets.
Her body was softer, with the lushness of a muse, her waist dipping in before flaring out to a generous hip. Her fingers, tipped in chipped black polish, rested lightly on the dark skin of Elara's stomach, a point of intimate connection. Ayumi's back was to them, a canvas presented for their waking eyes. The sheer amethyst silk of her robe was a phantom, a whisper of fabric that clung to the sweat-damped skin of her shoulders before falling open, completely failing to conceal the powerful, graceful shape of her back. The morning light gilded the smooth, sun-kissed bronze of her skin, tracing the delicate ridges of her spine down to the waistband of her low-slung trousers. And there, emblazoned across the small of her back, was the centerpiece: the jagged, Brand-like Sith script tattoo at the small of herr back.
In the dawn's glow, the crimson and black ink seemed to simmer with a low, internal energy, a forbidden secret etched into her skin. Fingers had traced those thorns hours ago; now, her sleep-heavy eyes opened just enough to watch the play of light over them. Ayumi reached for her tunic a motion of pure unconscious ballet. She stretched, a long, languorous extension that pulled the muscles of her back taut, making the dark script shift and flex. She took her time, her movements a slow display for those present. She pulled the soft gray fabric over her head with a rustle, the hem riding up to reveal the taut plane of her stomach and the sharp cut of her hip bones before she smoothed it down. The soft hiss of the door was the only warning that the morning shift had arrived with the droids starting.
District-1, the relentless perfume of progress that was Denon now. As the sleek, black ground-speeder navigated the congested artery towards the newer sectors. This wasn't her district, her command center as it were in some cases and where it had all started. "The quarterly fiscal allocation has been approved by the Sector Overseers," Cato's voice was calm and efficient from the speaker. Her assistant was training a new one to replace her still, managing her world from a pristine office high above the grime. "The additional funding for the sub-level atmospheric processors in District-23 is secured." Ayumi looked at her interface and the information that was coming through. "Good. Forward the confirmation to Project Lead Jhen. And remind her that 'secured' means 'spent wisely'. I want efficiency reports by week's end."
Ayumi's eyes never stopped scanning the displays and monitors. She watched a team of construction droids swarm over a facade, their welders casting brief, blue-white stars into the perpetual twilight of the lower canyons. "Of course," Cato replied. A brief pause, the soft tap of keys audible over the comm. "There is a… logistical anomaly. Your next appointment with the representatives from The Zeltron artists guild has been requested delayed. A private envoy cleared orbital control from their homeworld it appears." The twi'lek said it with a look as she was going over more information. "There is also Melanie's worries and Megera has sent some information about the applicants for the Eclipse. You have a meeting to find a head of security as well." She spoke looking at the woman and Ayumi remained there.
"ALright alright. We'll handle all of it, just lets get into the building first." She said it while going to the senate district. The beauty of it not lost as Denon was now always changing and to better absorb the sunlight they were opening up with cleaning the air. Solar energy was a resource they had as the buildings were being made an ivory white with golden aurodium trimmings, crystasteel paneling for the windows of the buildings. Letting them have a sleeker design as the streets were being cleaned, their droids purposed to maintaain them as well as the speeder traffic. From this district down to the lowest that were being built into the planet itself. The structural supports reinforced with new technologies. Oceans being remade and created from districts and waterways that were every ten levels with their new smart water.
Ayumi was looking at it all as the speeder came to a rest. The senators exclusive garage was filled with two things guards in their armor and a mechanic... and Zahira. The biot was a personal bodyguard as she looked every bit like Ayumi with her waist length hair, clear skin. The black hair framing a black suit that contrasted Ayumi's white. The solid suit looked perfectly maintained as she approached the bodyguard. "Zahira." She said it and followed as going into the office there was a small gathering of different soldiers. Ones who had heard two things, the job sure was protecting a senator... easy... the pay was the important thing as Denon was making advances to increase its profits to levels that hadn't been seen. So they could have a retirement paackage from just a few months and years could mean a whole lot more.
Megera's rich, warm brown skin glowed under the lights, dark hair in a tight elegant chignon secured by a single gold pin. Her midnight blue suit fit almost too well tailored to trace every curve with precision, high collar and structured shoulders projecting unassailable professionalism while the close cut left the body's power unmistakable. Gold bangles circled her wrists, thin chain at her throat catching light with quiet confidence. As Ayumi went past her she offered a smile and a silver datapad for the moment. The senator going towards her office as the view of the inner garden and pond with its central tree was a beautiful and peaceful sight. Megera's voice coming out. "I'll send the first one one to you senator in ten minutes." That got a nod as the process could take plenty of time, there was more to them then just a service record.