The View.

[Darth Metus]

Although the Dar'manda had several reasons to pay the bustling metropolis a visit, a single justification kept him away. It was not due to the One Sith's occupation of the world, nor was the planet's noisy and ever-moving nature. No, the reason Dagora elected not to visit Coruscant was purely sentimental in nature. During the era in which his corporation was headed by a certain woman, Coruscant was her elected Headquarters. She frequented the skyscraper bearing Arakyd's name on a regular basis, so much so that Dagora felt...odd...coming here. Sure, six years had passed since he had last seen Phoebe Draclau, but stepping into her world was just begging for an influx of sentiments he did not need at the moment.

Yet, business always came first.

The CEO could generally get away with operating in one of the many regional offices of Arakyd Industries, for the wonders of the HoloNet allowed him to work despite grievous distance. However, a rather recent development demanded that he take a trip to the world he made a point of avoiding. A routine meeting of the Board brought up a very interesting fact: one that had evaded Dagora's notice when he ascended to the mantle of CEO. For quite some time now, the corporation had been providing the One Sith with vital components for their exceptional Vanguard-class Heavy Cruiser. In light of recent changes within the corporation, including advancements in their technologies and assets, it was decided that a meeting be arranged in hopes of expanding the existing agreement. If all went well, Arakyd Industries could potentially move from providing components for one vessel to several.

So, a time was set and a conference room set aside.

Ever punctual, Dagora was the first individual to arrive to the meeting. Garbed in a rather crisp suit and tie, the CEO "busied" himself by gazing out the bustling cityscape below. The hour was late into the afternoon; so much so that the Sun above was beginning to set. Personally, the Dar'manda had to admit that this was quite the view...Ping! went the PA system, followed by a rather nasally voice. "Mr. Kel, your five o'clock is here." Turning, the Dar'manda abandoned the view and made his way over to the table. There, he took his place and responded aloud: "Thank you! Send them in."

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[Matsu Xiangu]

Matsu was no stranger to Coruscant. It’d become home as soon as the Sith had taken over, welcomed at first for her help with the expanding organization’s takeover of several planets. Once moving to accept a position within the One Sith it’d become more than home. Coruscant was hers, the self-styled Empress of a glittering jewel democratic in name only. She’d fallen in love with Coruscant as it was, not with the idea of turning it in to some shades-of-grey stereotype as she assumed the Jedi imagined she might. Let the people have their senate meetings, their political maneuvering, their peace under the rule of the Sith.

She liked letting them carry on as if a snap of her fingers wouldn’t change everything.

However, despite her love and familiarity for the city-planet, she was not used to going to someone else’s offices. People came to her, took a deep breath and made a plea to whatever deity they believed in before stepping out in to a spider’s web. But somehow she’d ended up agreeing to a change of venue.

The Atrisian made a good show of not contemplating the exact number of seconds it would take to snap the secretary’s neck until she was made to wait. Lips painted a deep burgundy flattened to a thin line in impatience, an expression that seemed to expedite things considerably. A silence surrounded her as she was led to the offices of one Dagora-Kel. The CEO of Arakyd Industries had come to them and while Matsu held no titles such as Hand or Voice or Little Finger of the Dark Lord, she made moves just the same. Her beliefs just clashed with the road to owning some imaginary body part. She’d taken it upon herself to see just what he was offering.

She was left at the doors to the room, her escort disappearing once she was in the man’s presence. Heels clicking, she crossed the room and ran her gaze over its arrangement before coming to a stop at one of the seats flanking his desk, delicate metal hands curling around its back. “Nice place. Almost as nice as mine,” she offered, half-joking.

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