ᴅᴀʀᴛʜ ᴀɴᴀᴛʜᴇᴍᴏᴜꜱ
Wearing: Dress
Tag:
Darth Virelia
The Red Ronin Club sat high upon the cliffs above Canto Bight.
From here one could see the oceans of Cantonica for miles around, reflecting the blue haze of sunset after a storm, and the warm lights of that bustling sea port below. Real sailing ships returned with fish caught fresh that evening, while others prepared to disembark on sunset cruises filled with wealthy party goers and tourists.
Kaila watched it all from the viewport of a private airspeeder, with none other than
Darth Virelia
in tow.The fantastic thing about Cantonica was that it was situated too far from everything to be dragged into war but too close to something not to attract attention. The trip from Malachor to here was quick, from Korriban? even quicker.
So she dragged Virelia here after the party, among those who cared less if she were an exile.
She'd even handed her a brochure for her own resort. The club advertisements described heated pools both natural and artificial, grand dining halls serving fresh sea food and imported goods alike, massage parlors, they even had a soundproofed club with aggressive music and live entertainment for the wilder sorts. And of course, the meanest private security any wealthy woman could want protecting their valuables.
It failed to mention they were Kaila's assassins.
But there would be no violence today. She'd seen how hard Virelia was working, knew it must have put strain on those silk-clad shoulders, even if she didn't show it. Because she and Kaila were more similar than either of them cared to admit.
"So~?" she hummed, turning away from the viewport.
"What do you want to do first?"
