The Countess of Kytrand
Wearing: Raiment of Khemost
Armed with: Subverter's Blade (Red Saberstaff)
Location: Khemost.
Objective: Train/Pal around with/ Draco Miles .
Countess Arianna Belasko, CFO of House Io, was never anything less than fashionable.
In a Faction where the Citizens are Warriors, where even the freaking Pizza Delivery guy might be packing a Class D Disruptor Pistol, it said a lot that the Countess, despite being all beauty and elegance and charm (and revealing dresses) managed to be one of the most frightening, ghastly creatures in all of the upper leadership to the average citizen. Simply because she didn't look like she belonged among them. With the others, you could tell at a glance they were absolutely the last people you wanted to piss off. Arianna never gave off that vibe. In public or in private. Not even when some brave soul occasionally worked up the nerve to ask if she was the same Countess Belasko from the Gulag Era. The one the citizens of Naboo had burnt at the stake for being an unhinged, bloodthirsty Psychopath. This would earn them a laugh and a denial of relationship. The truth was much more complex.
The real Arianna Belasko had been dead for over a decade by this point, sent screaming into a richly deserved hell by the creature now wearing her face and mind like jewelry.
Arianna sat at a reserved table , clad in a revealing black gown seen almost as her badge of office, sipping on an imported sherry from the Scar Worlds. Midas was looking wonderful these days, restored to its former glory, a Fortress City inhabited by Millions.
Arianna either did not notice, or did not care that every single citizen in her immediate vicinity in the high class restaurant, one of the only high class restaurants functional on Khemost or in House Io in general as her daughter had a deep paranoia of letting luxury of this kind gain a footing in the House, the idea her citizens would become like the weak core world Civilians who got merc'd every two or three years from some form of bullchitery or another being a source of deep dread to her.
She waited, eager to have a pleasant little meal before she got to work in improving her unique student, hiding her own now very deep misgivings of House Io as they would do Draco no good: House Io was what it was at this point.
But Draco...Draco was an amazing find. When she was fully trained, Arianna had no doubt Draco would pose a challenge for even the most well trained Jedi or Sith.
Arianna, of course, had every intention of making Draco, more than just a challenge, but a Force of Nature into herself.
It would be a more complex Lesson. Arianna was going to show her student and one of her only genuine friends the art of flesh manipulation...
Armed with: Subverter's Blade (Red Saberstaff)
Location: Khemost.
Objective: Train/Pal around with/ Draco Miles .
Countess Arianna Belasko, CFO of House Io, was never anything less than fashionable.
In a Faction where the Citizens are Warriors, where even the freaking Pizza Delivery guy might be packing a Class D Disruptor Pistol, it said a lot that the Countess, despite being all beauty and elegance and charm (and revealing dresses) managed to be one of the most frightening, ghastly creatures in all of the upper leadership to the average citizen. Simply because she didn't look like she belonged among them. With the others, you could tell at a glance they were absolutely the last people you wanted to piss off. Arianna never gave off that vibe. In public or in private. Not even when some brave soul occasionally worked up the nerve to ask if she was the same Countess Belasko from the Gulag Era. The one the citizens of Naboo had burnt at the stake for being an unhinged, bloodthirsty Psychopath. This would earn them a laugh and a denial of relationship. The truth was much more complex.
The real Arianna Belasko had been dead for over a decade by this point, sent screaming into a richly deserved hell by the creature now wearing her face and mind like jewelry.
Arianna sat at a reserved table , clad in a revealing black gown seen almost as her badge of office, sipping on an imported sherry from the Scar Worlds. Midas was looking wonderful these days, restored to its former glory, a Fortress City inhabited by Millions.
Arianna either did not notice, or did not care that every single citizen in her immediate vicinity in the high class restaurant, one of the only high class restaurants functional on Khemost or in House Io in general as her daughter had a deep paranoia of letting luxury of this kind gain a footing in the House, the idea her citizens would become like the weak core world Civilians who got merc'd every two or three years from some form of bullchitery or another being a source of deep dread to her.
She waited, eager to have a pleasant little meal before she got to work in improving her unique student, hiding her own now very deep misgivings of House Io as they would do Draco no good: House Io was what it was at this point.
But Draco...Draco was an amazing find. When she was fully trained, Arianna had no doubt Draco would pose a challenge for even the most well trained Jedi or Sith.
Arianna, of course, had every intention of making Draco, more than just a challenge, but a Force of Nature into herself.
It would be a more complex Lesson. Arianna was going to show her student and one of her only genuine friends the art of flesh manipulation...
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