Faction Soiree's and Scandals (Sith Covenant Darth Reign Intro)

[Darth Reign]

Darth Reign looked at the arrangements for the soiree he was hosting and sighed it was obvious that droids had designed the décor of the suite. They'd clearly arranged for function over style. It was an annoying flaw, he raised his right hand two fingers high then made sharp sudden movement.

The interior designers went to work. He'd spent days designing what he wanted the suite to look like he wanted the colours to be blue and red, his personal colours combined with Sith tradition, he wanted pieces of art and history not to mention cuisine from each of the invited guests home worlds. Hopefully they themselves would recognise them, it had been expensive to provide for.

He wanted a light soothing EDM track on in the background that would foster relaxation, and hopefully good conversations.

He wondered who would actually show up. He had files on all the guests, but they were disturbingly brief. Turns out Sith were by nature a paranoid bunch who kept anything of interest that would fill a diplomatic profile, very close to the chest.

Oh well. I can always dig further into anyone that might prove interesting.

Reign nodded to himself he'd let the servants do their work without interference he knew they'd do a good job. Their profiles had been thorough before hiring.

Reign decided he needed a little pampering before the gathering, so went up stairs called for his masseuse, had a relaxing bath followed by some time in the sauna. Then he got ready it took him an hour to get ready. He wore blue and red trimmed robes in honour of the themes of the party. The colours of House Kuat and the Sith Covenant together at last.

Then he went back down stairs to the suite lounge, a bar along one table with a beautiful zeltron and her staff as bartenders and waiters. Several comfortable but elegant chairs. Items on display that hopefully the guests would recognise from their home worlds appreciatively.

 

[Astra Sadow]

Name: Chairwoman Astra Sadow, Sanguine Enterprises
Place of Birth: Anaxes according to records

Astra handed her red, leather jacket over to one of the staff as she gazed into the interior of the chamber. Thinly gloved fingers slid down the inside of her vest's lapel. A black tie was neatly held over an equally black button-up shirt as she stood there. A curl to her red lips followed the sound of EDM music ahead. It wasn't the sound of heart-pounding volume she favored in social gatherings, but then she wasn't wearing a corset or a high-neck outfit befitting her... other standing.

As she drifted into the room, her golden eyes beheld the platter of Spiral Dumplings. Strange to find them there. People did enjoy them, but you didn't find them at just any gathering. Certainly not when you'd been invited. A soft hum rose within. A message? For their sake, Astra hoped they didn't mistake knowing her background for knowing her. The smirk grew. Actually, it would be delightfully entertaining if they did.

She drifted over to a table where part of a Fyrnock carapace sat. The tips of her gloved hand slid across the shell. Delightful creatures. Absolutely delightful. Probably best if a live one didn't join them, of course. Unless their host expected her to keep them from devouring the other guests.

Finally, she turned and made for the bar. Astra smiled at the cute bartender. "What's your strongest drink?" Darth Reign wasn't the sort of host that only kept the low-shelf items on order was he? A woman could judge a man based on what he stocked.

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