Eternal Father

Coruscant, Federal District
The long nose of the black-plated hoverlimo pulled up alongside the marbled veranda, the back door popping open and pivoting vertically. One leg swung out to press its foot against the marble floor, followed by a hand reaching out to grab the side of the hoverlimo. Emerging from the executive cabin was a rather large gentleman, wearing a knee-length waistcoat embroidered with an exquisite serpentine pattern running along the edges and hem. The rest of His outfit was likewise impressive, each article reckoned to be worth a small fortune separately. On His hip hung a single lightsaber, magnetically clamped to a leather holster looped through the fabric tied around His waist.
Despite the man's noble appearance, there was a darkness that hung about Him like a funeral shroud. Yet despite that, He showed no trepidation standing out in the open in the Coruscant twilight. He turned briefly to look over the vast cityscape, the domed Senate chambers a short journey away; the seat of Alliance power. The hoverlimo's door swung back down into place as the vehicle pushed away from the veranda and slipped down out of sight. The man then turned away from the view and walked further onto the veranda, where a series of couches, tables, and even a bubbling fountain had been arranged.
Several droid servants moved about under the shadowed awning, their chassis coated with electrum detailing. But their demure external appearance was a facade, for hidden within their mechanical armors and robust chassis were dozens of weapons and defensive measures. Each one of them was a skilled assassin and hunter-killer, fed unique programming engineered by the battle-technicians of the Kainate. They would be more than a match for any would-be trespasser. But, for now, their only purpose was to cater. One approached the gentleman as He sat down on one of the reinforced couches, constructed large enough to comfortably seat His impressive stature. In the droid's hand was a silver platter, a bucket of ice in which rested a bottle of Corellian brandy, and two fine glasses, sat upon it.
The droid deftly poured the gentleman a drink and handed it to Him, which was accepted and brought up to the man's lips to drink. Only the finest were appropriate for this night, because the gentleman had a guest coming. One of extreme importance, such that it was necessary to host such a meeting right under the noses of the Alliance and the Jedi, with whom they were embroiled in deadly war.
Darth Carnifex took another sip of His brandy, and watched the horizon.
Waiting.