Boys Will Be Boys

[Darth Athora]

Adumar
Midday

Gerard had just finished getting dressed after recovering from his night of hectic partying. He looked back at his bed where two naked women were in a deep sleep. He smirked as he tightened his tie and walked out of his bedroom. He stepped onto the repulsorlift and descended to the ground floor of his family's home, where his mother awaited him. "My dear Gerard. Glad to see you've survived your night." she mused. He greeted her with a kiss on both cheeks. "Of course, mother. It will take more than one of my parties to take me away from you." he replied.

She led him to the foyer before stopping at the front door. "Your cousin is coming to Adumar today." she stated.

"Yes, mother. I know. What I don't know is why I had to wear this suit." he replied.

"You know your cousin is a big businessman. He would appreciate seeing you dressed so nice. If not for him then for me. I haven't seen you wear a suit since your father and I said our vows."

"Yes, mother. He should be arriving soon. I'm off to meet him at the spaceport." Gerard said as he pressed the button adjacent to the door, opening it. "When the girls wake up, tell them I'm offworld running an errand and I'll call them later." he called out as he walked off towards his airspeeder. Once he made it to his ried, he hopped in and activated it. The engines warmed up swiftly and he took to the sky, flying towards the Cartanni spaceport. Once there, he landed his airspeeder and jumped out. The sound of the engine dying down trailed behind him as he walked into the spaceport, searching for his esteemed cousin. "Where are you, Arken? We've got things to do.."

[member="Arken Lussk"]​

 

[Arken Lussk]

Saturdays were for the boys.

At least that's what Victor always said.

He liked his Saturday oil baths, taking no small effort in letting everyone know how shiny and unblemished his metal chassis had become. While it irritated and amused most of the staff to no end, Arken had quickly realized that not only organics were capable of vanity. It took a great deal of mental fortitude on his own part to not become that way, even with all of father's fortune being invested in future endeavors and projects.

Successes greatest weakness was responsibility. A responsibility to himself, his employees, and even family.

Distant cousins and uncles of his, who he'd been completely unaware of, made sure to reach out to him the second they learned of his crests in the business world. It was a natural reaction, Arken thought, but it was still a tad concerning. Not a single one of them had offered to take him in the second father departed, nor did they seem to care for Dranok in the slightest.

He didn't blame them. Even he barely managed to make time for his son. Arken planned on changing that trend by making a little time for family.

The young man stepped out of the Miss Erray, some unholy amalgamation of metal scraps loosely taped to an engine block. Highly unfitting for a man of his caliber, yet it served an ever present reminder of the past. Victor, his ever faithful companion, strode crisply at his side and took note of the well-dressed man waiting for them.

"Is that him?"

Arken snorted. "Probably. And I'm probably way too underdressed for this occasion."

[member="Gerard Lussk"]