A Frighteningly Fiendish Guest

[Matsu Xiangu]

[SIZE=14pt]Coruscant – Surface Level[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14pt]Early Evening[/SIZE]


That she occupied no position such as Hand or Voice like so many of the Sith she worked alongside had less to do with dedication and more with her beliefs. She’d come to the OS primarily to find an organization willing to cater to her...proclivities, despite finding more reasons to stay. Her original home had been in the Outer Rim, deep in Fringe territory. Jared Ovmar had taken her in and she’d grown up among pirates and monster-hunters. As such, she considered the idea of a Dark Lord something akin to a fairy tale – sort of like a man that carried presents down a chimney and left them under a tree one night a year. She’d never seen evidence of his existence despite her counterparts fanatical adherence to his ‘instruction’.

She was just in it for the fun.

Despite claiming no connection to any fiction’s body parts she saw to the organization’s inner workings with efficiency. She had a hand in nearly everything it seemed.

And that included meetings.

Most were droll, unimaginative affairs with creatures too stupid and weak for her tastes. But one name had caught her attention.

[SIZE=14pt]Kryptus.[/SIZE]
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He’d escaped her attentions at the Primeval’s ball – no doubt off with some lucky lady – but it seemed their paths would cross regardless.

“Lady Xiangu? Lord Kryptus has arrived,” called a soft voice from the doorway to her elaborately post-modern office. She just waved a metallic hand in response, crossing her legs and settling a datapad in her lap while she waited. She may have known almost nothing about him, but she gathered he was fond of entrances.

[member="Jacen Cavill"]​

 

[Jacen Cavill]

Coruscant – Surface Level​

Early Evening​

“Lord Kryptus, we have arrived.” In the back of the luxury speeder, only his yellow and red pupils were visible “Good, keep scanners active and do any sweeps you feel are necessary.” One last sip was taken of the water he had been drinking, alcohol was a distraction for fools. Setting the tumbler down, he crunched on a piece of ice as the other attendant went to open the door for him. “Sir, what about your sword?” Sliding out of his seat as he rose to his feet, he looked at Daesumnor for a moment, considering the possibility. “I won’t need it, I have my lightsaber on my belt.” There was no smile, no emotion. “If I need it, then I’m not worthy of my title or my reputation.”

“Yes sir,” came the driver’s reply.

Exiting, he kept a brisk pace, not waiting for the door to be closed or any doors to be opened. Time was a luxury, and not one to be wasted on simple gestures he had no time for. A Count by birth, he refused the title. Pomp and circumstance were meaningless gestures that only fools indulged in. No, he had taken the road less traveled and assumed the mantle of Darth. Jacen Cavill had been a weakling, a mere pittance of a man afraid of his own power. Only the outer exterior remained, the sharp features from noble breeding and his flair for wearing capes.

Now, the monster he feared was the very being wearing the simple black tunic. An electrum plated lightsaber the only thing of note on him. Onyx boots echoed off the marble floors, and he didn’t even take the time to appreciate the post-modern design. Coruscant was still the city world it had always been, and many offices like this dotted the surface. A few years ago, when he had owned Blas-Tech, he might have paid attention to this. Now, he was simply bored and disinterested.

No, his sole focus was meeting the women who had alluded him at the party.

A slight grin appeared for but a moment as he crossed the threshold of the office. The woman that night had been fun, but a distraction. “May I?” He gestured to the chair in front of her desk before sitting his massive frame down. “So, what do I owe the pleasure of this meeting Lady Xaingu?”

[member="Matsu Xiangu"]​