The House of David

[Arken Lussk]

The House of Solomon​

The Soma, somewhere in the Tingel Arm​

[member="Tamar M'Raki"]​

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"Are you sure you want to wear that?" Victor asked softly, "She is royalty, you know."

A dismissive wave. "I know, I know, I've read the dossier. Everyone who comes to me is royalty in some way, whether they make it blatantly obvious or not. Everyone's important and everyone deserves a chance to rise above the rest. I get it.

"That, and wearing normal clothes is comforting. Formal is out, casual is in." Arken grinned, patting the black jacket he wore.

His fashion sense had been eradicated and rebuilt by that of [member="The Slave"]. The man had informed him across their years spent together that he was too high strung, too formal, too serious, and too good for his own good. Granted, being called a good man by a known and wanted terrorist wasn't the greatest of compliments but the elusive man's charm had hit home eventually.

So he'd changed. Relaxed, casual, apathetic, but denied the shedding of any ounce of ambition or pride.

"So be it, master." Victor chimed in response, shifting uncomfortably; at least uncomfortably by droid standards. "Shall she be arriving soon?"

"No clue," the man admitted, lounging back in his seat, "Not a clue in the galaxy. I just sent the coordinates and told her to meet me here."

"In the middle of nowhere."

"Yes, safe and sound - where even starweirds couldn't hear our screams."

Vic shifted once more. "I remember those."

Arken rubbed his stomach, gently brushing over a scar. "Me too."

 

[Tamar M'Raki]

Somewhere in the Tingel Arm

The trip had been her choice. It did not matter what her brother said, nor what the councilmen cast into the pool in protest, when she designated the crew that would pilot her transport to the Tingel Arm. One look from Tamar was enough to convince Solomon to cease his attempts to dissuade her and refocus his attention on setting the most capable guards to her escort. It was the most he could do while Tamar dressed herself for her trip and boarded the destination bound transport.

While the duration of the trip was comprised of her escort scrambling stoically to maintain the crown princesses content, it was upon their departure from hyperspace that the energy aboard the ship changed dramatically. It began with their princess rising slowly from her seat to observe the wonder that was the ship before them. Intricate in design, delicately daunting in appearance, Tamar stared for a good several minutes until her captain stepped forward to draw her attention to their docking procedure.

Turning about and going back to her seat, Tamar made herself comfortable as the transport docked with the Soma and a communication was sent to the man with whom she would be meeting. Her expression was cold and distant, but she wanted to meet the man who had designed the marvel of technology they had boarded.

He was more intriguing than any other aboard her ship.

[member="Arken Lussk"]

 

[Arken Lussk]

Ah, the Soma, one of the crown jewels of all of his possessions. Even as a young boy, nearing seventeen standard years, he had been contracted out by the Dominion to help design and engineer the base variant of the battlecruisers. Little did they know, that all of those credits that had been paid to him were covertly being used to purchase and develop his own version of the very craft they fielded in battle. His was far more... unique. Cold precision, soundless corridors, and hangar bays filled to the brim with starfighters and armies of droids. Factories lined the rest of the vessel with the most advanced AI in the galaxy at the helm.

It was equipped for war.

"Send her up!" Arken waved a hand, signaling for the escorts to bring the princess to him.

A princess, huh? The corners of his lips curled upwards.

This'll be fun.

[member="Tamar M'Raki"]

 

[Tamar M'Raki]

It was not uncommon in Confederacy Operated space for one to see ships of intricate and competent design. Just days after she was approached for the position of Viceroy by her brother she had seen a fraction of the magnitude that was the Confederate fleet; a sight she would not soon forget and one she invited with a relative unspoken awe. The ship owned by the head of Aegis Systems however, was an intricate art in and of itself; one she could not easily turn aside in her observation.

She did not have long to admire the interior of the ship, however, as she and her guard were quickly ushered to meet with their host. While she took the motion in stride, there was a visible displeasure in the expression of Andra Vennik; the woman visibly expressing her frustration as they were guided through the various halls of the Soma. Her expression only softened as they came to the room where they would be meeting their host. A man that Tamar had never met, but already held to remarkably extensive standards.

As she stepped into the room two things were apparent. The vibrancy on the inside was not reflected externally and she looked as if she might glaciate the ship by merely exhaling.

[member="Arken Lussk"]