A return to Recopia

[Amelia von Sorenn]

Golden hues peered out over the city, the woman standing silently in the large office - one arm behind her back as the other remained forward - a glass cradled in her hand. Bringing the rim to her lips, she took a long draw of the liquid within, tasting the sanguine ichor as it crossed over her tongue. Savoring the flavor, a soft smirk remained upon her lips as she kept her back to the door, her ears perked up as she listened to the heavy doors open and close.

"Can you sense it? There's a change coming my dear."

The woman then focused her attention into the window before her, seeing the outline of the woman before she looked over her shoulder. It was one of the few times that she wasn't in her armor - rather having found a rather ostentatious outfit to garb herself in - and for the most part she enjoyed how it appeared upon her figure. Setting the glass down on the table, she moved towards the open cabinet, plucking the crystal decanter from where it rest in the cool confines.

Another glass was carefully plucked from the shelf and pulled down, set before the other woman on the table as she poured the sanguine liquid until just the right amount had been served. Setting the decanter down, she grasped both glasses, bringing them towards the woman - her arm outstretched and offering the freshly poured beverage to her companion.

"Alderaan is going to fall and in short time we'll have the opportunity to reclaim what is ours in the Recopia System."


[member="Natalie LaForte"]

 

[Natalie LaForte]

Natalie grinned as she swirled the crimson beverage around in its glass and stared with intent into the centre of it, fascinated by the motion of gravity. Her eyes would then look up to [member="Amelia Sorenn-Syrush"] with a much more null expression, eyes closing slightly and the grin fading as she attempted to hit the woman with a dose of reality.

"You're powerful - I give you that. But do you seriously think you can claim an entire system that was once the capital of democracy in the galaxy and bring it under your will with no assistance?" She paused, giggling to herself, "Unless you've been seducing Kay into bringing her military into the matter, I just don't see how any of this is logistically possible."

Her eyes gazed back down into the liquid, continuing to swirl it, "That is without my assistance." smirking and downing the drink in one, looking elsewhere in the room for a chair, moving towards it to sit down. "My my- how we've changed. Have I told you I've recently taken up necromancy? I've not actually succeeded yet, but the results so far have been promising - and look - you even managed to change out of that hideous set of armor into something more... palatable to the eye. Can't say that's what I would have chosen for you."


[member="Amelia Sorenn-Syrush"]

 

[Amelia von Sorenn]

"In my capacity as the Minister of Defense for Commenor, it would be completely inappropriate for myself to attempt to seduce Kay into permitting me to use the CSA military in such a way... though I do have a meeting set with her and the Minister of Foreign Affairs to discus the expansion of Commenor into the Northern territories."

Amelia spoke plainly as she took her glass to her lips once more, sipping the liquid and watching as Natalie found a seat to reside in. Thinking on the Recopia system, she moved towards the woman, her hand lightly touching her shoulder as she moved around behind her, her attention focused upon the far end of the office. She had at one point already began the process of claiming the Recopia system for Sorenn-Syrush, it was her need to leave the Free Worlds that halted that progress.

"They can desire democracy all they want; they could have been the bastion of it for the last hundred years, it will not change the outcome. I had already begun to set up the infrastructure for the Sorenn-Syrush Dynasty to take hold of it, though my leaving of the Free Worlds Coalition stifled any further progress... Now that they are on the way out, it is only a matter of time."

Looking to her glass again, she took another sip before setting it down on the table, her attention falling back to Natalie as she slipped down into a seat next to her, shifting slightly and find a means to be comfortable.

"Necromancy hmm... If you would prefer, I could always find myself back in that armor, it is rather comfortable to say the least."

Amelia spoke about the outfit she was wearing now, and though Natalie may not like it - or at least in some similar manner - Amelia did rather find it appealing to her own senses. A soft smirk remained upon her lips as she looked into the fireplace, her hand coming up as she rest her chin upon it and continued to muse the future.

[member="Natalie LaForte"]

 

[Natalie LaForte]

"Well, needless to say I can provide anything you need my sweet," winking to [member="Amelia Sorenn-Syrush"] "I've gotten rather bored as of late and at this point I'm not past assisting in a miniature scale planetary invasion. Not that I assume that will be necessary... given I am engaged to such a wise, beautiful and loyal partner."

She had never returned to Alderaan following her self-exile; and while her family would probably be pleased to see her such could not be reciprocated at this point. It had been almost what, 10 or 20 years since she last saw her controlling and domineering mother and father. They probably wouldn't recognize her anyway, the last image they saw of her was post-surgery with luminous pink hair in a wanted bulletin.

Of course, that was all behind her now.

"It's not bad... it's just a bit... out there?" she shrugged her shoulders, grabbing the fabric of her own, rather plain looking, garments. "I don't want to lecture you on modern fashion, but you look a bit like an avian." she paused for a second, her next few words slightly softer in tone, "No offense of course, though I must say I did always prefer you in something a little more menacing."