The spider spins its web

[Marmora]

The home of the Mortis family, an ancient citadel that had stood upon the world of Divora for countless ages. It was a stunning manor house in its own right; though there was only so much of the family home that was seen on the outside. The dark obsidian toned construct sat high upon the crest of two valleys. Nestled between where the highest mountain seemingly gave birth to the two ranges that enveloped the valley below. The family home holding sway over the valley and those that lived below. Of course over the countless years it had its own additions. A couple of landing pads and a few secret ones at that. Most of the home though was constructed into the rock of the mountain; carved out for many years to produce a vibrant and stunning home.

It was here, deep within the cavernous home that Lady Mortis waited. She was not the Hapan Queen Mother; that was a title held by another. She was in her own words 'The Spider Queen.' A name given during an event that she seemingly had forgotten, though still enjoyed the name. Sitting quietly in the dimly lit; for lack of a better term, throne room; Lady Mortis waited. Her fingers tapping against the black ebony throne that she sat upon, her eyes gazing upon the long room that lay before her. It was not difficult to find those that needed work in a troubled galaxy; even those that enjoyed the shadows such as her home needed to make a living.

Of course that all depended upon the information that she was brought or what skills those that arrived could offer. She made it a habit though to not meet them one by one. Rather she wanted them all to understand a simple fact. She was not dependent upon any singular person for her information; a tactic which should prove motivating to those that gathered.

[member="Listeri Dalane"]
[member="sabrina"]
[member="Popo"]
@[member="Kung Seilois"]

 

[Kung Seilois]

Seilois set down his freighter on one of the small pads, and he had to admit; this place left an impression. It was mysterious and unlike anything he had seen before which was impressive as in his long career he had seen a lot. The Citadel was intimidating in statue and creation, yet elegant in its design. There was a certain beauty in the darkness it represented, and more importantly, it represented a lot of credits as anyone who could afford such a citadel to be built had impressive means.

Pausing to take one last look at the abyssal citadel, he reached over to the passenger seat and slipped on his dark helmet, the magnetic seals hissing as it sealed around him. He hesitated, his natural paranoia urging him to take his rifle, but he decided to leave it behind. This would be an incredibly elaborate set up, and he highly doubted anyone would go to such lengths just to kill a freelancer like himself. Stepping down the ramp, his feet creating a unique echo as it left the durasteel and clamped against the dark stone the castle was carved from.

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It didn't take him long to find his way to the large throne room that stretched out before him as if its soul job was to make him feel small and unworthy of being in its halls. Impressive, to say the least. He blended in rather well, he noted amused, as his black bodysuit matched the dark obsidian. Seilois approached the large throne, spotting a figure sitting on it, a woman. A beautiful woman, he noted with some paranoia. There was nothing in the universe more deadly then a beautiful woman who was aware of her own beauty.

As he neared, he noted she looked to be around his age which only caused his paranoia to rise higher. A young beautiful woman could be impulsive as they got older... well, he tended to not trust incredibly beautiful women on principle. They had a way of controlling most men in ways credits never could.

Approaching the foot of the throne, Seilois was momentarily confused as to what to do now. He was born in the slums of Nar Shadda, this was the first time he had ever been in a palace. She, this [member="Lady Mortis"] , wasn't the first powerful person he had been near, as he had even spoken to the Overlord of the dreaded Horde, but... this was different.

Seilois nodded to her in a form of greeting, "I am Seilois. I was contacted to come here for a job," he said his eyes watching the woman seated on the throne closely. The hair on the back of his neck were standing as this woman was someone he could not trust, but he also knew she would be someone who could pay very, very well which was better then trust in his opinion.