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A Brief Reprieve on Imperial Center
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| Ilanah_Ilyone | Date: Sunday, 16 Aug 2015, 1:05 PM | Message # 16 |
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| Ilanah gave a charming smile to the Imperial Captain. "Oh, I cannot take all of the credit for it. Someone else really planned it, I just offered part of the funding to throw the event." She would drop the damp napkins back on the waiters tray before she retrieved another glass of champagne for herself. Of course, if either of them wanted one, it was there for the taking, as she did not want to presume that they would. "Chandrilian, though? I am happy to have someone from home in attendance this evening." When he mentioned the Senate, she took a moment to respond.
"No, the senate really had no warning. I was home, on Chandrila, when it happened. So my assistant cleaned out my office. This is my first time back to Imperial Center since then." She smiled again before her gaze followed after the brute-ish bodyguard that was called Temek.
"I gave my own guard the night off." She admitted to Vorn, unconcerned about Temek's assertiveness. "I assumed that I would be safe enough at a benefit. Besides, who in the world would want to harm a former senator? What do you think, Captain?"
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| Vorn_Adasca-Draay | Date: Wednesday, 19 Aug 2015, 0:05 AM | Message # 17 |
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| Unlike many of the others, perhaps, Vorn did not appear disappointed when the captain admitted he'd not faced elements of the rebellion yet. If anything, it gave Vorn a brief spurt of amusement, evidenced by a chuckle. "That is good news, then, Captain. It means they are not as prevalent or bold as some accounts would have us believe. It tends to make a person worry far less than they might have originally."
So the captain shared a world with the former senator. Vorn searched his memory briefly for what he knew of Chandrila. Perfect vacation spot to many. Overwhelming human population. Numerous places to visit and see. Low population overall, for a Core World. It was worth mentioning as well, that they were quite nature-loving. On the flip side, they also had a reputation for being argumentative and arrogant. It also brought to mind the signature Chandrilan weapon, the datadagger. Idly, Vorn wondered if Ilanah had such a weapon on herself right now and resolved to acquire one for himself, if only as a collector's item.
Allowing the captain's discomfort at Vorn's own appearance to wash off himself, he turned to reply to Ilanah. "One can never be too safe, Miss Ilyone. Even as a former senator, your word may carry great weight with a number of people either on or off your world. For myself, I find I am often in the unique position of wearing several hats, many of which people would enjoy taking from me, either to gain prestige or wealth."
Vorn Adasca-Draay
Primarch, Arkanian Dominion
Owner, Adasca BioMechanical Corporation
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| Captain_Lennox | Date: Wednesday, 19 Aug 2015, 2:05 AM | Message # 18 |
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| Who would want to harm a former Senator? The Empire, Clive had thought, but not been so bold as to say aloud. But surely the Empire was the greatest threat to former Senators of Chandrila. Ilanah was the third woman to hold that title in recent years, her predecessors having lost the job under even more ignominious circumstances than she had. Poor Canna Omonda had suffered the worst fate of them all, as Lennox had witnessed personally. But with the Senator of nearby Brentaal having just met his end at the hand of supposed 'rebels,' time would tell if a similar fate would befall Ilanah Ilyone. Cambrist had been just as flag-wavingly pro-Imperial as her, and it hadn't helped him any.
"I can't imagine," he had answered weakly as Vorn spoke over him. The Arkanian made a surprisingly reassuring point about the rebels, however. Clive had stood his ground as a stricken Zann Consortium frigate had attempted to ram the bridge of the Impavid, so he knew that he wasn't a coward. But should the 18th never once encounter the Rebel Alliance for the duration of this war, Clive would be quite satisfied. He wasn't in this war for glory, nor for politics. He was in it because it was simply one of many things—like his presence at this party—that was expected of him. But he would take the company of the charming Ilanah Ilyone over that of his bombastic, red-faced second-in-command any time. Even the ghost-eyed Arkanian was preferable to Lieutenant Holt. Clive did miss Bella, however; they'd been 'together' for so long (in a professional sense, of course) that he felt her absence, even for the handful of days he'd been in the Core. Hopefully she was keeping Holt from doing anything insane while he was away.
As Adasca-Draay talked about himself, Clive spared a glance around the room for Violet. He noticed his fiancée had gravitated to the combined star power of Mao Winters and the woman from those dreadful pro-Imperial holofilms (although, to be fair, she was by far the best part of those films). Ana Stark was her name, Clive remembered a moment later. By then, Winters seemed to have detached himself from the Starks and was in conversation with the far more unmarried Violet, who appeared to enjoy his company. Clive would keep a wary eye on them as he tuned back into the conversation with the Senator and the Arkanian.
Clive W. Lennox
Line Captain, Imperial 18th Heavy Attack Line
Victory II-class Star Destroyer Impavid
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| Admiral_Blackwood | Date: Wednesday, 19 Aug 2015, 5:17 AM | Message # 19 |
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| Much of the night had otherwise gone on uneventfully as he had expected from such a little gathering. Though his eyes had been drawn away from his glass a few times by little scenes here or there, including that over inflated ego called Mao Winters. The Admiral had done his damned best to keep away or even out of sight from that man just so he could enjoy his evening without having to listen to that bloated bag of hot air talk about his movies or ask some asinine question about what its like in the Imperial Navy. He had half the mind to find out if he could legally conscript him into the service just to send him off to some listening post in the Outer Rim. Allowing a smirk to grow from that thought alone, his attention was pulled towards the gathering of the Senator and Captain. With a heavy sigh, he figured it was time to mingle as he moved forward.
Though he was getting a bit tired of the stormtroopers that had been assigned to protect him, he didn't mind the fact that it made getting through the crowd that much easier. It was thus that in no time at all, he appeared among the small mingling group, his hand lightly coming to rest on the shoulder of the Captain before he spun him around slightly.
"Son, I've watched that thing that calls itself a man grope nearly every woman he's come across. Half of them are already swooning over his hot air."
The Admiral took a moment to make sure that the Captain was presentable, as all Imperial Officer should be before he smirked again. Patting the good Captain on his shoulder before nodding towards whom he was at that moment guessing was his plus one and possible fiance.
"I'm going to give you an order Captain. That bloated bag of wind likes to spout on about his movies and prance around in an Imperial Uniform without the work or proper behavior. I want you to go over there and show him how a real Imperial Officer acts and behaves in the public."
For a moment he thought back on how he had, back in his day, wooed his wife and won her over with his uniform, though those days were long gone. He knew that love should be left to the younger generation now. Giving a soft nod to the Captain, the Admiral looked back towards Mao Winters before shaking his head. The thought of conscripting him coming back to his mind as he had to chuckle to himself.
Admiral Blackwood
Commanding officer of the Praetor
Imperial Navy
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| Ilanah_Ilyone | Date: Wednesday, 19 Aug 2015, 1:32 PM | Message # 20 |
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| Ilanah had kept one hand on the arm of the Imperial Captain, until he was turned away by an older gentleman in a uniform. She was unfamiliar with the various insignias, so she paid it no mind for the moment. Though the Captains company had been more than welcome, as she always felt at ease with others from her beloved home planet.
Her gaze fell back to Vorn as he began speaking again, this time regarding safety. "Well, then I suppose I shall have to rely on you to keep me safe for the time being, Mr. Adasca-Draay." She said lightly, and in jest. "I fear that I came here in the company of a rather disreputable fellow." She followed up, in a whisper. "Just over there. You see....I think that he actually has eight appendages and the inability to be respectful to a lady." Ilanah smirked. Yes, Mao had a reputation and yes, she was joking about it, despite the fact that she had accepted his invitation to accompany him to the soiree.
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| Vorn_Adasca-Draay | Date: Thursday, 20 Aug 2015, 0:27 AM | Message # 21 |
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| An admiral of the Imperial Navy was a hard form to miss; even without the dress, the amount of stormtroopers about the man would have marked him as an Imperial VIP. Nonetheless, the orders he dictated to the captain gave Vorn reason to chuckle in amusement. Personally, he cared not a fig for Mao Winters. The man could sprout wings and fly, or he could split in half and start fondling every woman within ten paces and he'd still hold the same amount of interest that Vorn had for a hunk of duracrete, or a piece of transparisteel. Not so, Ilanah Ilyone, upon whom Vorn's attention was rapidly becoming further focused.
"Please, Miss Ilyone, call me Vorn. My last name is... entirely too cumbersome, but rather necessary at times, largely to keep me tied in with familial connections and estates." As Ilanah whispered about Winters, Vorn leaned down, close to her ear. "You know," he said conspiratorially, "I know people at Arkanian Micro," referring to the genetics and cloning facilities, "That could take him and actually grow a version of him with eight arms. They can also use a flash template to teach him respect and better acting skills." For Vorn, it was a jest, but his sense of humor was often taken the wrong way by others, especially those who viewed Arkanians in a negative light after their interference with the Yaka. Nonetheless, he was curious as to how the captain would show up Mao Winters.
Vorn Adasca-Draay
Primarch, Arkanian Dominion
Owner, Adasca BioMechanical Corporation
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| Ilanah_Ilyone | Date: Thursday, 20 Aug 2015, 7:45 PM | Message # 22 |
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| When he leaned down, she rested her free hand on his arm. A smile slowly crept across her face as Vorn joked about cloning the pompous over actor. "Well....you just say the sweetest things, Vorn." She teased before she took a pause and put her empty glass on a passing waiters tray. "That would almost be better than getting flowers....almost." Ilanah smirked a little as she looked across at her 'date', who was chatting up Violet.
Of course, Ilanah knew who Violet was, only by reputation of course. If The Captain truly was with her, as indicated by the Admiral, it truly would be interesting to see what he did in response. She drew her attention away from them after a few moments and looked up at the Arkanian again.
"Would you like to sit and have a drink with me, Vorn? Or do you have another pressing engagement?"
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| Vorn_Adasca-Draay | Date: Friday, 21 Aug 2015, 11:08 AM | Message # 23 |
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| Vorn wondered if Winters' charisma was indeed high enough to pull the captain's date away from him. He also wondered what sort of retribution, if any, could come from that upon the holoactor's head. "I would say, Miss Ilyone," he said as he took a seat next to her, "That all my current engagements are canceled for the evening. Such a chance to drink with a person who far outshadows me n the public eye is not something I could pass up." He chuckled, showing the jest, of course.
To his eyes, it seemed Ilanah was not too bothered by the near-human personage of himself. That could always be beneficial, of course. "Getting flowers..." He said slowly. "A human tradition, by and large. I have never understood the point myself. You see, Ilanah, Arkania is a land of ice and snow, with tundra where it isn't simply frozen over. Flowers do not grow naturally there, and as such, we have never been in the habit of granting flora and fauna to the person we are interested in. Besides, such things whither and die before long. What does that say for the romance as a whole?"
Vorn Adasca-Draay
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| Ilanah_Ilyone | Date: Friday, 21 Aug 2015, 12:50 PM | Message # 24 |
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| "Alternately, Chandrilians live on an idyllic world and cherish all living and growing things." She said, with a smile as he sat down next to her. "There are many kinds of flowers that can be sent that will not wither and die, and would flourish once planted. In fact, most of the roses and lillies in the gardens on my estate were from my father to my mother many, many years ago." Ilanah explained. She had received several flower deliveries of cut blooms in her time on Imperial Center, but they had been so genetically modified that they lived beautifully for weeks on end. "I feel that romance is what a person makes it, not what gifts are given." Not that she had a lot of experience in the area. Her dating had been sporadic at best.
"That aside, please call me Ilanah, if you are comfortable with it. It is intimidating enough to get to know someone new, especially while standing on unneeded formality." Ilanah gave him another smile and beckoned a waiter over to order something else.
Had he asked, she would have confirmed his assumption that his near human species did not bother her in the slightest. Perhaps it was her parents influence. She was as Imperial as a person could come,but human high culture was a concept that she did not fully believe. Furthermore, she was always interested in learning about other cultures.
"So..." She started as she picked her fresh drink up, having switched from champagne to something sterner. "What brings you to Imperial Center aside from the benefit? Business? Pleasure? A bit of both?"
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| Vorn_Adasca-Draay | Date: Friday, 21 Aug 2015, 1:22 PM | Message # 25 |
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| "But of course," Vorn agreed. "I was simply waiting for permission to address you in the familiar form, Ilanah. I am nothing if not proper, befitting the stature of the class we represent. Unfortunately, far too many of the upper class, such as your friend Winters, give us a bad name due to their actions, but I find a more reserved path usually makes for better company overall." The fact that she was neither bothered by his all-white eyes, nor the fact that he had but four fingers on each hand, made her even more pleasant company; the captain, he could tell, was quite the opposite. Then again, Arkanians made most people uncomfortable. They had a not-undeserved bad rap as being mad scientists and egomaniacs. Vorn was no exception, save for the fact that on top of it, he was also quite classifiable as a sociopath, and he hid his faults well.
"A fair enough assessment of flora and fauna," he concurred as she spoke of the variations of her world to Arkania. "The few flowers and gardens we hold are often completely created in-house, which, if nothing else, does tend to make them quite unique. We do have scientists devoted solely towards the creation of new strains of plants. It is fascinating to some, but my own interests run slightly different. I find that leaving them to their work makes them far more productive, and happy."
What did bring him to Coruscant? What would he say? That he'd come to check on a hidden facility in the depths of the planet? That he'd come to work on a plague of nanites designed to shut down droid systems, whether they be droids themselves or the fire-control systems on a Star Destroyer? No, that would never do, of course. "I own a... modest estate, here on Coruscant," he said. It was an understatement. Though slightly run down and with a number of rooms mothballed, the Draay Estate was still one of the largest on Coruscant; in fact, it had been around since before the Great Sith War; had seen damage in action and then a slow decline. Vorn was steadily repairing it, but it would take years, yet.
"I like to check in on it from time to time while I am conducting business, which is, at the root, why I am here. What of yourself, Ilanah? Business or pleasure?"
Vorn Adasca-Draay
Primarch, Arkanian Dominion
Owner, Adasca BioMechanical Corporation
Owner, Telerath Interstellar Banking Initiative
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| Ilanah_Ilyone | Date: Friday, 21 Aug 2015, 1:49 PM | Message # 26 |
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| "A bad date." Ilanah replied with absolutely no hesitation. "A very, very bad date." She smirked, nodding in the direction of Mao Winters. "You see, my assistant begged me to accept his invitation. She adores him and owns every film that he has ever been in. She was thrilled to meet him and now....well...." It was obvious that they were decidedly not compatible, save for a few photos for good publicity. Aside from that, she was having a good time, as long as he stayed on the other side of the room.
The truth was, she thought, stupidly, that she might come to Imperial Center and be able to actually thank the man who had saved her life some odd weeks before. The likelihood of him being there was slim, but she still felt guilty about their parting of ways. That was not something she shared with Vorn.
"I am supposed to return home in the morning, but those plans may change yet. Unless Mao Winters asks me on another date. I may run to the far reaches of the Galaxy in that case."
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| Vorn_Adasca-Draay | Date: Friday, 21 Aug 2015, 2:46 PM | Message # 27 |
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| "Interesting date, to say the least." For himself, Vorn rarely dated. Unlike most human males, he was not driven by the biological imperative to reproduce. That didn't mean he did not enjoy his pleasures, when and where he took them, but unlike Mao Winters, bedding Ilanah, or Violet, was not anywhere near a priority on Vorn's to-do list. "If nothing else, you can always write a book about how you survived an evening with Mao Winters. No doubt females galaxy-wide will want to read it and learn your secrets. You'd be breaking the hearts of so many young women while also becoming quite famous." Vorn shook his head and gave a mock sigh.
"Eventually, I, too, shall have to return to Arkania, but I have several days here yet. Arkania runs itself, and while I am Primarch, the seconds I left in my stead are wise enough to know whose side they are on. An uprising is not something Arkania is known for, nor a coup. Especially in such productive times as we have these days."
Vorn Adasca-Draay
Primarch, Arkanian Dominion
Owner, Adasca BioMechanical Corporation
Owner, Telerath Interstellar Banking Initiative
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| Ilanah_Ilyone | Date: Friday, 21 Aug 2015, 4:00 PM | Message # 28 |
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| "Fame....is not something I care for. Aside from my assistants excitement over it, I felt that attending with him might boost my...." Ilanah paused for a moment. "My father started a school in my mothers name after she died, for girls to learn culture and the arts...being seen is always good to bring in donations for scholarships and the likes for the girls." Ilanah explained. "My mother was a painter. She died in a speeder accident we were in when I was six." It did not make her sad to discuss, certainly, because she barely remembered it or her mother. "I am th head of the board since my father passed two years ago."
Ilanah leaned back in the chair and glanced across the room for a moment, noting that Mao was still chatting up the socialite. It was certainly not the life for her, being in the spotlight and clawing her way to the top of the social tree on Imperial Center, but that was how some wanted to be.
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| Vorn_Adasca-Draay | Date: Friday, 21 Aug 2015, 8:46 PM | Message # 29 |
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| "A shame, to hear of your parents," Vorn said, injecting sympathy into his voice. Over the years, he'd managed to learn to do such. His own parents were deceased, but he'd never felt a whit of sadness towards them. Of course, he'd been considered, in some ways, to be an anomaly and even before he'd been born, they'd taken steps to 'fix him' while he was in the womb. Make him fully Arkanian. For that, he felt a modicum of thanks and respect. Well, for that and the luck to be born into the family he'd been born into.
"That's quite the reason to back a cause such as this, Ilanah, and I applaud you for it. Of course, you do seem to have the extra time on your hands now." Perhaps not the best reminder that she was no longer a senator, but it was better that she was finding new causes to support rather than simply moping about over her former position. "As a very public face on your world, no doubt it must be easy to set scholarships in place. Have you considered a governmental role on a planetary scale?"
Vorn Adasca-Draay
Primarch, Arkanian Dominion
Owner, Adasca BioMechanical Corporation
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| Ilanah_Ilyone | Date: Friday, 21 Aug 2015, 9:42 PM | Message # 30 |
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| She nodded thoughtfully, taking a sip of her drink as she did. "I am actually on the Chandrilan Council, but I am not sure that any
government past that would suit me too much. I enjoy what I do and I do
not lament the free time that I have. I was only a senator for about
ten minutes before His Majesty disbanded it anyway." She joked. It had
been a little longer than that, but she had no issue with joking about
her short tenure in the senate halls.
"As Primarch, what do you do?" She queried before she rested her glass on the table. Her gaze had darted between the Captain and her 'date', but she was mostly focused on the Arkanian. "Is it somewhat like the leader of our council? Or like the Queen of Naboo?"
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