Weedwhacker? Weedtracker.

[Gorba the Hutt]

[member="Valik"], [member="Danger Arceneau"] and [member="Darth Carach"] received invitations from one Darth Orcus to pay a visit to the Southern End of the Imperial Palace on Coruscant, for dinner. The affair was an informal thing and, as Orcus was a whale of his word, Valik and Danger would have assurances that no harm would come to their personages.

Sith were not barbarians, after all.

If they deigned to come, they would find a full course meal prepared, with Orcus sitting at the head of the table in a personalized chair.

If they did not, well, Orcus always enjoyed a good meal... even if it was one spent alone.

 

[Valik]

Valik was not normally one to attend things like "dinner parties", but for once Valik had an incentive to go. The invitation was at the behest of one "Darth Orcus", a Herglic who Valik admittedly knew little of, but one that had aided in the killing of Je'gan Olra'en, and his now spectral wife [member="Tahira Solo"]. Valik hadn't really asked for the assistance, so he didn't really feel as if he were in debt to the creature, but the fact of the matter was that it would have been far difficult to kill the man without the bruiser. Thus he'd earned enough respect to at least for Valik to hear out his request. When he arrived at [member="Hion the Herglic"]'s domain he found a full meal of excellently prepared food, with the whale of a whale sitting at the head of the table, with a modified char to accommodate his larger body size.

"You've gone to quite the expense here Orcus. Fine preparations indeed. May I?" He asked, pulling out a chair as he did so.

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

"Welcome, welcome," boomed Orcus, tone as rich and oily as the sumptuous feast set before them, "Yes, of course. Be seated."

The Herglic eyed the lengthy array of dishes with a possessive look. All were rather elaborate affairs, with salad leaves lining the floor of a celery forest topped by olives stuffed with sprouts to resemble bushes. Another platter was pieced together from various bits of fish and octopus and other sea creatures to resemble a miniature leviathan. All these paled in comparison the the centerpiece, where an exact replica of the Imperial Palace sat, its dark, looming walls fashioned from the most scrumptious looking chocolate.

The cetacean clacked his teeth and drew in the scent of the vast palooza of food. "Mmmmmm. I trust you had a safe journey?"

[member="Valik"]

 

[Saffron]

The rustle of vine-silk would rustle along the slender form of the Companion with moonlit gossamer hair. Her face was half veiled in a black fishnet lace, a small hat canted provocatively so over the crown of her head, shadowing her face from discerning exactly how she looked like.

Ruby red lips would glisten with gloss while wide almond shaped hazel eyes would shine with a knowing expression. Who was this? Naught but Danger's own daughter, Saffron.

She was here under her momma's urging, her voice for when she could not join.

So it would perhaps be a surprise to see the slender woman instead of the Trade Queen. But who else but a companion to play a geisha to dinner.

Especially one who would look so uncannily like the Queen of Eshan herself?

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

"You're not Spencer Jacobs," said the whale, "Nor are you Danger Arceneau."

His face split in half, with a too-wide smile filled with large, conical teeth. He extended a flipper toward the seat nearest him.

"Weeelcome."

[member="Saffron"]

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Hion the Herglic"] @Valik @Saffron

Darth Carach, Voice of the D-- blablablabla, we all know who he is. The Sith Lord followed Saffron in, looking at the table, the people already assembled and for the life of him he didn’t know what he was doing here and why.

Perhaps they’d find out soon, or later.

‘Orcus, brother. Finely-made dinner I approve.’

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

"Thank you!" Orcus beamed.

His smile became even wider, if such a thing was possible.

[member="Darth Carach"]

 

[Saffron]

Saffron wouldn't miss a beat. She gave a charming smile " A pleasure.. the name is Saffron, " she would extend her hand in greeting, her body moving with the expert knowledge of a confident woman.

"I'm here at Miz Arceneau's request as her proxy, Lord Orcus..." her smile would widen further into a dazzling smile.

"I hope that be no trouble 'tal?"

 

[Valik]

"Very much. Coruscant space is well guarded, for once."

Valik sat and would begin eating when Orcus allowed. Such was polite after all. Even Sith Alchemists weren't barbarians. The other guests of Orcus, one who looked like Ashin Varanin's wife and another Sith Lord of minor reputation, so minor that Valik didn't know his name, came to Orcus's table as well. It seemed the not-Spencer Jacobs was a representative of Danger Arceneau, a woman Valik had recently done business with. Intriguing. Using a small combination of Art of the Small to and TK Valik grabbed a single hair from her heard and with a rapid motion plucked it out, before moving it under the table. She'd likely feel a small physical pain, but be unable to sense the minuteness of the Force Use and identify what was happening. Hopefully that was. She might very had sensory capabilities Valik wasn't aware of.


"So an Alchemist, an ATC rep, and a One Sith Lord come to a table at the asking of a whale. I'm afraid I don't know the punchline to this one."

[member="Hion the Herglic"]

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

"Not at all, Miss." Orcus' flipper engulfed her dainty fingers and shook gently.

In between stuffing lettuce into his mouth - he was watching his weight after all, Dark Lord's orders - Orcus managed to reply to [member="Valik"]'s very valid statement.

"The punchline is Circe Savan, I'm afraid."

Munch, munch. Swallow.

"We thought her dead after the incident in the Throne Room."

Munch, munch, munch.

"Unfortunately, it appears she was sighted as recently as our incursion of Sosia.

Orcus popped an olive into his maw, the size differential comparable to the Millennium Falcon entering a black hole.

"To be candid, I'm rather tired of her interferences with the Sith."

Munch, munch. A slurp of wine.

"We have built something here and she seems rather adept at poisoning whatever she touches. In business we would term her a toxic asset, but I believe the colloquial phrase is: this is why we can't have nice things. Hauum."

More munching, he'd started on the fish leviathan.

"Leviaspam, anyone? No?"

Gulp.

"In any case, I've brought you all here to deal with the problem once and for all. Killing Circe Savan has never been the issue, you see."

Slurp.

"The fact that she keeps inconsiderately coming back to life after all our hard work... that is the real problem."

[member="Darth Carach"] [member="Saffron"] [member="Valik"]

 

[Valik]

Valik began eating along with the whale as he conversed, though noticeably at a much smaller rate of consumption, figuring if the host was eating it was alright for him to eat as well. Listening to the conversation he figured the problem. Orcus was dealing with a cockroach he couldn't quite remove. Quick enough and slim enough to hide in the walls of a home, infectious enough to spoil whatever it touched, hardy enough to survive the boot and various poisons, yet altogether a minor nuisance at best. Valik would assume that Orcus making this request meant that the One Sith were now strong enough that they didn't need allocate all their resources towards The Republic, or their other enemies. Intriguing. Valik stopped eating to speak.

"Well, that sword I saw you wield last we met would finish her off, should you find the chance to use it again." Valik said as he cut at his meal. "I also met a man of your number who could bind souls into an object, or possibly himself. That would be another angle. Or killing her with a Leviathan. Though I suppose an entire Leviathan isn't needed, I could make the necessary parts you needed with time and resources." Valik said as he cut up his meal.

"But if it were just a matter of alchemy I suspect we wouldn't be joined by these two. I take it you have a rough plan of your own Orcus?" Valik asked before beginning to eat again, careful not to allow others to see food going around his mouth.


[member="Hion the Herglic"] [member="Saffron"] [member="Darth Carach"]

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

"Mmm, indeed. It involves," he took a massive bite of salad, "Plants."

Munch. Munch.

"Murakami Orchids to be exact. The sentient ones. I hear Danger Arceneau has a stash, hence the presence of our lovely doppelgänger, hauum. [member="Darth Carach"] has a premier skill with all things on the mental side of the Force. And as for you, my dear [member="Valik"], your reputation as an alchemist proceeds you."

He grinned. It wasn't pleasant.

"I want to create a Force bond between the orchid and Circe Savan's spirit. That way, no matter what body she transfers to, I will always know exactly where she is."

[member="Saffron"]

 

[Saffron]

[member="Hion the Herglic"] [member="Valik"] [member="Darth Carach"]

Saffron would not feel the slight tug of a single hair. That was fine. The Force would will it after all. Every chessboard has its piece and pawn. Either way, Saffron would take her seat and join in on the dining. A wide smile would cross over the young woman's lips, and she would simply watch observantly. It was her best thing to do. That and the cards, but that was of no mater.

"You desire a Black Orchid?" Saffron would ask with a throaty murmur, the tilt of an accent far normally attached to those of the Southern Systems and Outer Rim edged in her drawl.

" Well... I be certain that can be arranged... perhaps even for a trade." she'd suggest. Danger would take credits, but barter goods or trades in favors were seen with a keener glint in her eyes.

 

[Valik]

The hair of [member="Saffron"] found it's way under the table and into Valik's hand, where it was discretely put into a small plastic bag, to be examined later.

While [member="Darth Carach"] continued to be silent [member="Hion the Herglic"] relayed his plots, and Saffron her contributions. "I know a woman who made a compass that tracked Sithspawn and other artifacts and got a copy. I could apply the concept to an Orchid easily enoguh andallow it to track the creature it's bonded to. The bigger issue is ensuring the Orchid bonds specifically to Savan, and no one else." Valik took a napkin and a pen out of his coat as he began drawing out equations, possibilities.

"There is a chance I could restrict the Force bonding to occur at a specific instance, for example touching it's sap. It'd still have to be in close proximity to make the body, but if the sap were to be put into a capsule and fired out of say, a verpine shattergun, it could create a more controlled way of forcing a bond."

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

"Excellent, although perhaps it could be done from a greater distance? Although I have no qualms with getting my flippers sticky, I believe in this instance I would rather avoid contact with the vile strumpet."

Big black eyes turned to [member="Darth Carach"], "And what have you to say, our silent friend?"


[member="Valik"] [member="Saffron"]