Son of Triam

Cassus made himself at home within the refurbished remains of the late Belazuran governor's top floor, transported via cargo ship and precarious rigging through hyperspace all the way to Denon. After Darkwire had successfully stolen an entire piece of a building just to get access to a vault, that had gained a bit of prestige and notoriety among the criminal elite as well as the corporate authorities. To make sure no one forgot such notoriety, they had converted this stolen building top into a hideout in one of the dodgier parts of the planet. The furnishings were a strange mixture of foreign influence and Denon reclamation, just as likely to see (defaced) symbols of power as you were to see slicer graffiti on the restroom doors.
Tonight was going to be an interesting night, one intended to take his mind off the stresses of his life, just for a few hours. Ordinarily, he would never allow himself to take any such time off from saving his mother, but he was able to make an exception this time: this was a meeting to plan a heist... but in true Darkwire fashion, it was also a party of sorts, and a few members and friends of the criminal network had been invited to participate. Other than himself, among them was




"Greetings progeny of Triam Akovin, I am

A new person entered the room and welcomed them.
"Ah yes," Lance of Dreams gestured towards the next person to enter and would say their name....