Tower of Power

[Caulder Dune]

LIANNA CITY
SOME SWANKY LOUNGE AT THE TOP OF A SKYSCRAPER

What is hip?

It was a question that often plagued Tyrin. Was he "hip?" Was he "cool" or "in style?" He had dumped out his bag of tricks numerous times, spent plenty of money on his wardrobe, let his hair grow out. Yet somehow he knew there was more to "the trip" than that. Was it even something he could become? Perhaps it was innate; simply the result of genetics, luck, or prophecies. Maybe it could be trained with the help of a specialized guru who could help him find a new sense of self. Whatever was truly behind it was irrelevant anyway. Even if he could train himself to become "hip," it seemed prone to change randomly.

What was "hip" today could easily become passe' before anyone even knew it. Would he truly waste his efforts on that? Whatever boon being "hip" would bring is insignificant compared to the power of the Force. That much he knew.

These ruminations circled incessantly within the Umbaran's mind as he gazed out the viewport and stared at his own tower of power. Construction of the massive building within Lianna City had been underway for many months now. Now it was completed in its totality, and all that remained was to move in the new staff and other such things from Ord Cestus. Hegemon Tower would serve as Hegemonic Automaton's new headquarters. Lianna was a much more well-defended city than had been available on Ord Cestus and would allow Hegemonic Automaton to take a more active role within the Tion Hegemony's inter-cluster politics.

Some of his associates would probably join him in the lounge to celebrate. Or maybe they wouldn't and Tyrin would just reflect on the construction process by himself, sipping wine and trying to figure out if he was cool or not. Was this a mid-life crisis? Did Dark Side-tainted, capitalistic bureaucrats even have time for those?

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Darth Janus"]

What are hips?

It was a question that often plagued Selka. Did she have 'hips'? Was she 'curvaceous' or 'zaftig'? She had dumped her cosmeticians numerous times, spent plenty of money on her wardrobe, kept a tight rein on hair. Yet somehow she knew there was more to 'pulchritude' than that. Was it even something she could become? Perhaps it was innate; simply the result of genetics, luck, or prophecies. Maybe it could be trained with the help of a specialized guru who could help her find a new sense of self. Whatever was truly behind it was irrelevant anyway. Even if she could train herself to become 'bodacious,' it seemed prone to change randomly.

What was 'hot' today could easily become passe' before anyone even knew it. Would she truly waste his efforts on that? Whatever boon being 'curvy' would bring is insignificant compared to the power of the Force. That much she knew.

These ruminations circled incessantly within the ex-Whiphid's mind as she gazed out the viewport and stared at someone else's tower of power. Some of their associates would probably join them in the lounge to celebrate. Or maybe they wouldn't and she would just reflect on the construction process with Tyrin, sipping wine and trying to figure out if he was cool or not. Was this a mid-life crisis? Did Dark Side-tainted, capitalistic bureaucrats even have time for those?

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Selka Ventus"] [member="Darth Janus"]

What are pebbles?

It was a question that often plagued Carach. Did he have too much 'pebbles'? Was he 'avaricious' or 'insatiable'? He had dumped his toys numerous times, spent plenty of money on psychoanalysis, kept a tight rein on his hoarding habits. Yet somehow he knew there was more to 'astringency' than that. Was it even something he could become? Perhaps it was innate; simply the result of genetics, luck, or prophecies. Maybe it could be trained with the help of a specialized guru who could help him find a new sense of self. Whatever was truly behind it was irrelevant anyway. Even if he could train himself to become 'puritanical,' new toys seemed prone to appear randomly.

What was 'avant-garde' today could easily become passe' before anyone even knew it. Would he truly waste his efforts on that? Whatever boon being 'progressive' would bring is insignificant compared to the power of the Force. That much he knew.

These ruminations circled incessantly within the ex-Ovmar’s mind as he gazed out the viewport and stared at someone else's tower of power. Some of their associates would probably join them in the lounge to celebrate. Or maybe they wouldn't and he would just reflect on the construction process with Tyrin and Selka, sipping wine and trying to figure out if he was cool, and if she was zaftig, or not. Was this a mid-life crisis? Did Dark Side-tainted, capitalistic bureaucrats even have time for those?

 

[Valik]

[member="Darth Janus"] [member="Selka Ventus"] [member="Darth Carach"]


What is childhood?

It was a question that often plagued Valik. Did he have too many 'childhoods'? Was he 'jejune' or 'puerile'? He had dumped his pediatricians numerous times, spent plenty of money on studies, kept a tight rein on his mature habits. Yet somehow he knew there was more to 'youth' than that. Was it even something he could become? Perhaps it was innate; simply the result of genetics, luck, or prophecies. Maybe it could be trained with the help of a specialized guru who could help him find a new sense of self. Whatever was truly behind it was irrelevant anyway. Even if he could train himself to become 'juvenile,' new children seemed prone to appear randomly.

What was 'childish' today could easily become passe' before anyone even knew it. Would he truly waste his efforts on that? Whatever boon being 'young' would bring is insignificant compared to the power of the Force. That much he knew.

These ruminations circled incessantly within the ex-alchemist's mind as he gazed out the womb of [member="Anders Sivas"] and stared at someone else's tower of power. Some of their associates would probably join them in the lounge to celebrate. maybe they wouldn't and he would just reflect on the construction process with Tyrin, Selka, and Carach sipping wine and trying to figure out if they were cool, pretty, or greedy. Was this a mid-life crisis? Did Dark Side-tainted, capitalistic bureaucrats even have time for those?

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

What is fat?

It was a question that often plagued Orcus. Was he "fat?" Was he "husky" or "size XXXL?" He had dumped his eating habits numerous times, spent plenty of money on nutritious salads, let his underlings show him new work out holovids. Yet somehow he knew there was more to "the diet" than that. Was true fitness even something he could achieve? Perhaps it was innate; simply the result of genetics, luck, or prophecies. Maybe the fat could be burned away with the help of a specialized trainer who could help him find a new sense of self. Whatever was truly behind it was irrelevant anyway. Even if he could train himself to become "fit," it seemed prone to change randomly based on hunger strikes.

What was "nutritious" today could easily become unhealthy garbage before Orcus even knew he was eating it. Would he truly waste his efforts on that? Whatever boon being "fit" would bring is insignificant compared to the power of the Force. That much he knew.

These ruminations circled incessantly within the Herglic's mind as he gazed out the mirror and stared at his body, a tower of power. Construction of the muscles rippling beneath blubber had gone on for many months now. Now he was near-completed in his totality, and all that remained was leg day and running. Orcus hated leg day.

Some of his associates would probably join him in the foyer to celebrate his 7 weeks of fitness. Or maybe they wouldn't and Orcus would just ponder his reflection by himself, flexing muscles and trying to figure out if he was still fat or not. Was this a mid-life crisis? Did orphanage-owning, whale Sith Lords even have time for those?

[member="Valik"] [member="Darth Carach"] [member="Selka Ventus"] [member="Darth Janus"]