It's a.. Bar?

[Darth Ferus]

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If there was ever an advantage to being a king traveling to various political meetings it was the options of bars he could find. Krest's old haunts were rundown shacks, but nowadays he found himself in high class venues, enjoying the finest whiskey. Well, the flavor. He couldn't get drunk after all. He was again on Commenor for business, sitting near a window with a perfect view of the capital city. The war had ravenged so much, but at this time of day the fading sun cast a shadow over the scars, leaving a beautiful sight. He was dressed in a simple suit, looking almost like a businessman. If it wasn't for the large axe resting behind him on the wall. Never be disarmed was something instilled in him long ago. He wasn't waiting for anyone, simply enjoying the night.

And so he sat alone by the best view this bar had to offer, staring out at the cityscape.

 

[Naria Vi'dreya]

Naira was exhausted from her running around trying to find the man that had been mentioned as her father. Metus. The name was something she was growing to hate as for such a powerful Sith the man was illusive.

Feeling the need to wind down and take a break from the regular, grueling work of trying to find not only a person and a place to stay but some company was getting old. Jobs were scarce at the moment as well so she decided a little r&r was right up her alley.

She came into this more eloquent bar wearing her long, form fitting gown made of a blush colored silk and an overlay of sparkling lace. The dress contrasting well with the mocha colored tone of her skin. Her hair let to cascade freely down her back and over her shoulders. Making her way towards the bar so that she could get herself a drink, not even noticing the breathtaking view before her yet.

[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Something.. Familiar. It was faint, like a long forgotten ghost that still sent a chill up his spine. A memory, and one he didn't expect. As [member="Naria Vi'dreya"] stepped through the door Krest's blue gaze immediately fell to her, his brow raising in bewilderment. He didn't know the woman, but there was no mistaking it. She was a child of Metus. A faint grin formed on his lips as he took another sip of his whiskey, his gaze briefly traveling to the view beside him again.

With a wave of his hand he called over his server, motioning to the woman in the bar. "What ever she gets, I'll pay. If she asks who, feel free to tell her." A subtle way to get her attention, provided she didn't mind what he was. Should she look his way he'd simply raise his glass with a kind smile, inviting her over with a simple bow of his head.

 

[Naria Vi'dreya]

Naria felt a gaze fall on her like a tingling at the back of her neck, light pins and needles poking and prodding at the sensitive flesh which made a hand absentmindedly come up to rub the spot. She wasn't all that used to attention just yet and as she went to order herself the strongest of whatever they had she'd pause in confusion when the server stopped the tender and explained the situation, "Who?" It was all she asked before the server nodded their head toward where [member="Krest"] sat.

Hazel grey eyes shifted over her shoulder as a free hand came up to push the thick, raven locks from her bare shoulder so she could see him. Giving a gentle nod of thanks before her attentions left him to settle on the tender, "Thank you. Make sure he is repaid with the next drink, please."

She'd turn then, drink in hand to make her way to his table, careful not to bump into anyone. It would be obvious that she was out of her element. Not so much in the attire or her own skin but having multiple people around moving in their own disorderly fashion.

"Thank you for the drink."

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Not a problem my dear. You looked rather uncomfortable, so the least I could do was offer you a drink and a friendly conversation." He had watched her approach with a slightly bemused smile. It almost looked like he was looking her over for her looks, but he was in actuality looking her over for her demeanor. A child of Metus this far out spelled trouble in most cases from what he knew of the man. But given how unsure [member="Naria Vi'dreya"] seemed to be in the crowd he quickly squashed any thought of her being an active threat.

With a slight wave of his hand he used the Force to push out a chair for her to sit in, his gaze lingering on her form for a moment longer before turning back to the sight beside him. "What brings a beautiful woman such as yourself to Commenor? Politics?"

 

[Naria Vi'dreya]

As the chair was pushed out for her Naria couldn't help but blink a moment before sitting down, smoothing the back of her dress out as she did so. The soft fabric growing taut at the curves of her form and once she sat even hinted at the outline of her flat abdomen. "I appreciate it. I'm more tired than uncomfortable but a good, stiff drink is always welcome."

Her hind end would shift slightly in the chair so that the left leg could come up to cross over her right, slender digits lifting the cool glass up to her lips to take a drink of the clear liquid.

"Really just a little relaxation... Then again I suppose you could call searching for my father politics? He is a Sith Lord, after all, from what I've heard." The amount of information coming out of the merc's mouth was quickly stopped as she brought the glass up to her lips once more to take another drink. Her gaze shifting to look out over the pretty view beside them, softening the glow on her flesh from the harsh lights inside. "What about you?"

[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"My own politics I suppose. Planetary relations and the like. Always a bore." Blue eyes again glanced to her as she sat there, studying her form once more. She was fit, strong. Military, or just a well trained mercenary. Either would explain why she wasn't often in places like this. He took a sip of the amber liquid in his glass before setting it on the table, idly drumming his fingers on the table beside it.

"A Sith Lord huh? Commenor was just freed from the Sith, so I'd be wary about dropping that information with the locals. Most wouldn't care if you were anti Sith yourself depending on who he is." Krest paused then, his finger drumming stopping as his words ended. After a moment of silence he'd meet her eyes, a faint smile on his face. "Though, Metus wouldn't be a problem here."

 

[Naria Vi'dreya]

Hazel grey orbs would widen as he spoke her father's name. They darted to meet his blue ones and a dark brow rose in curiosity, "I'm aware the force is strong with many but from what I know there isn't a way to tell of parentage... Is there?"

She'd pause before bringing a hand up as if to destroy the question as it hung in the air like it was a cloud of smoke. "He is who I have been looking for, though. I'm not quite sure I've the strength to get into too much detail about it but I have no problem saying I've begun to hate that name. He is not an easy man to pin down, yet his name lingers everywhere."

Her gaze would leave [member="Krest"] 's again to look out over the setting sun, even the shadows made things look breathtaking. A soft sigh akin to relaxation escaping from between her full lips.

"At least you have a beautiful view to make things a little less boring."

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Not directly. But if you listen close enough you can see the echo's of those close. Lovers, close friends. Family. Call it an educated guess based on the information presented." He shrugged his response, still offering [member="Naria Vi'dreya"] the faint smile. Which only grew as she spoke of her disdain for the man. Certainly meant she wasn't a threat at all to Commenor. Just a traveler with a poor lineage.

"It is a beautiful view, but it doesn't make it less boring." Krest reached forward for his glass again, lifting it up to finish what was left of his Whiskey. "Good company does. My name is Krest Novar, King of Iridonia. It is a pleasure to meet you, miss..?" He kept it as casual as he could with the introduction, leaning across the table to offer a handshake. He left his hand there in the air, waiting to hear her name.

 

[Naria Vi'dreya]

Naria blinked a moment as he tried to explain it, "Even if we haven't met them and are but a clone?" She'd blink again before the glass was brought back up to her lips, taking a drink and thinking on his words.

"Naria Vi'Dreya. Clone daughter of Metus... I believe that would be my title?" She'd pause to laugh a little at the thought while her hand came out to take his, shaking it lightly.

The drink was a strong one and she was already feeling some of the effects even though she'd had but a few drinks. "As for the view it could make things less boring if you thought of different ways to look at it... Like the way the shadows fall over some of those craters out there kind of look like an artist has painted them with strokes of a brush."

[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"An interesting perspective. What I see is the sun setting on the scars of war for a better tomorrow." He spoke in a more solemn tone, his gaze flickering for a moment out the window with an almost pained expression. The tolls of war were always high. He shook the thought from his head, idly tracing the rim of his glass as he focused on the woman before him now instead of the scenery around.

"What are your plans for the evening, Lady Vi'Dreya?"

 

[Naria Vi'dreya]

Naria would nod as she looked out at the scenery with him, "I can see what you see as well... But that better tomorrow and those laid to rest for it are the reason the strokes of the brush can be made. It is bittersweet but so is the darkness trying to cover the beauty of daylight... In the midst it truly shines."

She'd fall silent at that thought as it took her by surprise a bit herself before her attentions moved back toward [member="Krest"] with a laugh, "Please. Naria. I'm of no high standing to be known as 'Lady'. As far as plans for the evening you're looking at them. Unless you've something else in mind?"

 

[Darth Ferus]

"I've always got a couple things in mind, Naria. Especially with such lovely company." He snickered to himself quietly before nodding to one of the closer buildings in the city. "I'll retire in the Iridonian Embassy for the night. Rest up before the fun of the meeting tomorrow. You're welcome to join me if you'd like. I can tell you more about your father, if that interests you." Krest stood, having already finished his own glass, and offered [member="Naria Vi'dreya"] a hand. "What do ya say?"

 

[Naria Vi'dreya]

Naria raised a slender brow at how forward he was, not used to that either, though truth be told her wits weren't completely about her. Especially as she finished her drink and rose a hand to rest in his. "I say that sounds like a wonderful idea. And thank you for not saying his name."

Eyes sparkled while she stood before him for a moment, looking into his eyes. "I may not want to hear much about him for tonight... I don't even know the man and he's already on my nerves."

[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"We can talk about what ever you'd like." Krest gave an encouraging smile as he took [member="Naria Vi'dreya"] 's arm in his own to lead her out of the bar and to his personal speeder to return home away from home for the night. He would assist his companion into the speeder, opening the door and helping her to her seat. The speeder was rather simple with a droid pilot, and Krest sat in the back, his leg crossed over his lap and his gaze out the window as they traveled at relatively fast speeds.

"So tell me about you. You're clearly physically trained. Soldier?"

 

[Naria Vi'dreya]

As she got into the speeder, lifting the skirts of her dress before smoothing them out once again as she sat down and got comfortable.

"A clone. Trained and moved up the ranks to the highest rank of commander there was before I got into some trouble. Went looking for my father and now... Well I'm here with you... Tell me, Krest, did it take the force for you to see through my dress or were you just staring at me that hard?"

Her eyes seemed more green as they her lips curled up into a grin and her attentions settled on the man, clearly feeling the effects of the alcohol.