The Hunger awaits
Eriadu was perhaps not the most hospitable or most clean and beautiful of the planets in the mid and outer rim, heck it was something far from that with its mighty industrial complex and the rather dogmatic, stubborn and one might even say complete authoritarian rule it was under. However, there was great contrast to be found between the various noble houses and political factions that vied for control over the planet and its outlying system. House Nargath was one of those houses, though supporting the rule of the Tarkin family, even having close nit ties with their bloodline, the Nargath were less of a military force and more of an elagant mercantile dynasty, prospering greatly throughout practically every conflict which had managed to reach the Sewenna system and some might've even whispered that where the Tarkin family held supreme political and military power, the House of Nargath was the one holding it all together through the sheer wealth they possessed.
As expected, while the planet itself was seemingly a cesspool of pollution and industrial waste, the palace complex that acted as the Nargath family's homestead was filled with lush green, exotic plants from all over the galaxy and filled with the most splendid marble, electrum and other magnificently expensive materials and trinkets. It was here in said grandeur and prideful decadence, that the younger brother of the House of Nargath true leader, Willhuff Nargath, celebrated his twentieth year as substitute head of the House, eager to showcase his accomplishments to all of the galaxy's finest nobility, no matter their background or affiliation, playing smartly on Eriadu's neutral stance to keep himself and his house out of firing range.
The real head of the house; Credius Arcosius Nargath usually did not attend to these frivolous occassions, mostly occupied with either his dealings with the house Tarkin or his more covert operations under the moniker of Darth Halcyon within the Sith Empire. This time however, the Marquis of the House Nargath finally decided to show up for once and he did not do so unnoticed.
While most noble guests of the party arrived either by carriage from the guest complex, after having flocked in from all over the galaxy days prior to the party, Credius did not do such a thing, arriving in a more spectacular fashion, as he landed his Valkan Dagger near the front yard, ordering one of the Valet droids to bring it to the family's ship hangar. With his half long silver gray hair flowing down to one side of his neck, a meticulously shaven visage and piercing silvery white eyes with an amber hue looked over the few guests which were entering the grand halls of the palace through the front, letting out a somber sigh in disgust of how ignorant and suprisingly oblivious these people could be, thinking their money was what made the galaxy turn.
Greeting some of the members of the local nobility which he knew from his days in the academy and others whom he had meet during his travels or through his more overt dealings, Credius quickly found his way to one of the service droids, taking a glass of Alderanian wine from the tray before walking over to his younger brother and elderly mother. "Quite the feast, my dear brother...though one might say such trifle shows of wealth and luxury might rub some people the wrong way," Credius' eyes scanned the room, darting from portbelly laden patriarchs to dove-like damsels. Though he too liked to indulge in luxury, as obviously seen from the way he always presented himself, Credius always tried to avoid crossing the thin line into opulence and sheer decadence. "So...you've got people and envoys from the corellian confederation...my my, even from the Core confederation and the Mandalorians...I see you aren't one to forget the importance of forging allegiances through business and leisure all at once. Mother has thought you well." With those words, the tall man made a courteous bow to the elderly woman sitting on a chair next to Willhuff Nargath, gracefully kissing her hand with a slight grin on his face. "Shall I intermingle with this rabble a bit?"