Private Love and Happiness

[Tristan Evore]

// Location //: JanFathal
// Objective //: Formal Meeting
// Tag //: Lunafreya Solidor

There was always a danger in formality that Tristan had come to hate. As a Grand Moff, at that time the tittle had much more political favour than military connections, he had attended his fair share of formal dinner parties and assembly's of state.

One had to have a certain smile, a nice laugh, and rehearsed jokes. It was job more than an activity, but like any job it had it's purpose. His purpose tonight, he did not ascertain. He had been invited, by a woman he had only heard of once before, during his usual meetings with the Vice-Secretary of the Exterior, Erick Pryde.

From what he understood, she was a New Imperial Warlord, a rather well known, and the appointed Planetary Lord of the Redoubt, her purposes there unknown. But, he had very little suspicion of her and thus, he had arrived as requested.

His usual white uniform was replaced by a black suit and a pair of white gloves, with his formal rank only being represented by it's symbol on either side of his collar.

Outside of a military uniform, this was his preferred attire.

"Duchess Solidor, a pleasure" He greeted as he entered the Warlord's chamber, reaching his hand out for hers.

 

[Lunafreya Solidor]

When she closed her eyes at night, Lunafreya could only see Irveric Tavlar's face proclaiming the Sith massacre at Bastion. How she would love to close her long thin fingers around that despicable human's neck, twist his head out of his body and hang it on the mast above that cheesy flag. And although he had yielded to her in excellent assets for his collection, Lunafreya was in need of more allies, some who were able to do what was to be done and pave the bricks of the road ahead. Almost immediately, Halion made a point of writing a thorough list of potential candidates for the princess's requirements, and although not very extensive, her list provided the potential names she needed to set her desire for revenge in motion.

Some she can discard right away. Such as humans of dubious nobility like the Dooku of Serenno, or even leaders of state with many eyes turned to them, she needed someone suitable who understood and respected her meaning of 'fidelity'.

"He has arrived, Your Grace.", Gentiana murmured from behind her. She just got up from her seat, shaking her head politely in order to keep up appearances. Her dominance over the Redoubt was still scarce, more focused on the progress and exploitation of its natural resources than on true control, it was too early for that. Upon getting up she straightened her attire and started walking to the entrance where her guest would arrive, there she remained silent at all times, with only her violet eyes moving slowly across the stage ahead.

Carefully, she studied the figure of the epicanthix. SHe formed opinions meant only for herself, thought of conclusions, of ways to proceed to just discard half of them at the moment the offer of her hand to rise was made. The female elzeri gracefully raised her hand and took it to his, curving her lips in a delicate smile.
"I'm delighted to make your acquaintance...", her voice intoned with honey. "Moff Evore, please join me.", With the same offering hand she gestured to the chamber prepared for both. "I hope you had a pleasant journey, nothing too vexing."

Lunafreya's tall legs carried her toward the chair, taking her seat by the table.

Tristan Evore