Daxton Bane
Character
[member="Lady Kay"]
By this time the Red Raven presence on Commenor was visible, thanks in no part to the efforts of Daxton Bane. The Ravens kept to their end of the agreement and respected most of the laws and in general made a lasting impression.
So the arrival of Daxton Bane at the presidential palace did not raise so many eyebrows as what he brought with him as a gift. Scanners identified it as pineapple, a thorny fruit that had surprising amzing taste and texture. While pretty common on the core worlds, the price of a single fruit increased the closer one got to the outer rim.
Rampant was the speculation as to his purpose, whispered through the halls of power, as the Sith patiently sat down and waited for his request for an audience be granted.
Had one not met him previously, Daxton could have easily been mistaken for relatively weathy Zabrak merchant. He was wearing an expensively cut tunic suit of dark blue hue, the only apparent jewelry was a platinum collar pin shaped in the Red Raven sigil. He leaned on a walking cane, made from some kind of dark resin with a handle shaped like a hand holding a globe.
According to weapons scans, there were none on his person, which made them double check the results but it did seem he was unarmed. Well as unarmed as Dark Sith Lord could be.
Daxton’s eyes made note of everything around him, mentally cataloging for possible future use. He smiled as he let the fires of speculation stoke around him.
By this time the Red Raven presence on Commenor was visible, thanks in no part to the efforts of Daxton Bane. The Ravens kept to their end of the agreement and respected most of the laws and in general made a lasting impression.
So the arrival of Daxton Bane at the presidential palace did not raise so many eyebrows as what he brought with him as a gift. Scanners identified it as pineapple, a thorny fruit that had surprising amzing taste and texture. While pretty common on the core worlds, the price of a single fruit increased the closer one got to the outer rim.
Rampant was the speculation as to his purpose, whispered through the halls of power, as the Sith patiently sat down and waited for his request for an audience be granted.
Had one not met him previously, Daxton could have easily been mistaken for relatively weathy Zabrak merchant. He was wearing an expensively cut tunic suit of dark blue hue, the only apparent jewelry was a platinum collar pin shaped in the Red Raven sigil. He leaned on a walking cane, made from some kind of dark resin with a handle shaped like a hand holding a globe.
According to weapons scans, there were none on his person, which made them double check the results but it did seem he was unarmed. Well as unarmed as Dark Sith Lord could be.
Daxton’s eyes made note of everything around him, mentally cataloging for possible future use. He smiled as he let the fires of speculation stoke around him.