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Private True Nobility

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NIRAUAN - CAPITAL CITY
Lucien Dooku Lucien Dooku



The weather on Nirauan was atypically calm, a rare smirk on the Moff's face as he took in a deep breath of the fresh breeze. Too often did Boram find himself sent to the guttersnipe frontier worlds, choking down smog like a deathstick addict. It hardly befit a man of his temperament. But Nirauan...

A planet such as the Imperial Capital was almost as much as Moff Predor could ask for.

Almost...

The truth that the Moff hid from everyone except his most closely trusted advisors was that he hardly cared for the ambitions of the empire, his dimly lit eyes staring out beyond the pale blue sky. Northward in the galaxy. His ambition had a name. Serenno. For too long the Predor family had been forced under the boot of the lead families, a nearly insignificant duchy in the distance of the capital was all that his family laid claim to. Had laid claim to.

One most risk everything to gain everything. With the rise of the New Imperial Order, Moff Predor saw a glimmering light of opportunity, one that he would stain his hands red with blood to reach. He had no interest in settling for such a content patch of land. As a child, he would often visit the capital. The lands of the Dooku's being far more luxurious and glorious than his own, his father apparently hoping the wealth would rub off on him without any hard work.

The Moff's father was dead now, and the weakness of their family taken to the grave with him.

He was simply hoping that the war would result in the conquest of Serenno, his instillation and ascendance plain for all to see. But the appearance of the Dooku's prodigal son threatened to rot the seeds Boram had been planting. Still, the shadow of uncertainty lead to opportunity.

"It is about time that this partnership with the Galactic Alliance was of use." Only two attendants and his most trusted captain in the room with him, the women draping his cloak over his military uniform. "Time to see if this Lucien Dooku lives up to his family name..."

The redheaded captain pressed the door open, a hand guiding Boram through.

"Of course, Father."

The statements was returned only by a grunt, a refusal to acknowledge the familial bond with warmth. Tiala was only his daughter when it benefit the Moff to acknowledge her as such, hopefully something that would be of use to him soon. Family was limited in it's uses, but it's true potential was in how it could ruin everything.

"Come then," The two attendants immediately flanking him as his daughter stood off somewhat more to the side, professional posture as she stood away. "It's time for us to accidentally run into this child."

Little birds whispered where the young Dooku would be, the sound of the Moff's face grinding into a smile could almost be heard.

It was time to introduce himself.
 

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