Home Front: Virtue & Vice || The Confederacy

[Xazzex Xivar]

Office of the Vice-Head & Speaker of The Confederacy
Rothana​

Xazzex smiled at the Zabraki woman. Seemed Zenva was having a good time. If the Vice-Head felt any social or moral obligation whatsoever, she might warn her new friend not to pull such a stunt on Falleen. The Confederacy might look the other way, but it would cause unnecessary hand-wringing when it was still forging new alliances. At least Vemric couldn't say she wasn't putting her best foot forward.

The green woman watched as the droid moved forward and took position as Zenva instructed. A slight nod followed the hands folding down to reveal the weaponry. Reasonable location to conceal a barrel in a humanoid form. The lower leg would be another. Xazzex wondered if they didn't have one -- no need to show off all of its secrets just to impress a friend. After all, droids didn't need to follow Human-like anatomical practices; certain models were quite adept at maintaining their balance on one leg, or on their hands alone.

Unexpectedly, because of the woman's bold demeanor so far, Zenva offered a slight bowed at the same time she extended an offer. Yes, this one was wiser and more cunning than some might think her. The same sort of facade Xazzex had wondered of the Neimoidian earlier. Nothing humiliating, but just enough to assuage wondered egos. Shrewd, in a word.

"That would be of interest. To myself. I could avail upon the interests of a few others that might benefit of such tools as well." With them taking a step back from the precipice, Xazzex did admit something of a kind could be beneficial. She wasn't sure whether entrusting all servant roles to a droid was best -- even organics could be 'corrupted' -- but there'd be time to discuss particulars later. "An innocuous presence avoids unsettling visitors." Unless unsettling them was the point, but there were many ways to do that. Not so many to keep security close while seeming unescorted.

"Shall we continue to your carriage?"

Zenva Vrotoa​

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

The Zabrak's sharp teeth flashed once more before she took control of her expression again. A softer smile curled her coal painted lips as she nodded to the Vice-Head. "Exactly right, Madam Speaker. My people are unsettling enough. F-three is most useful when a calm voice and soft words are necessary." The woman's harsh Iridonian accent in contrast to the Droids cheerful synthetic tone making her point even as she spoke. Certain words simply sounded aggressive coming from the Crimson skinned alien.

As Xazzex asked to continue, the Zabrak again nearly bowed, her off hand gesturing towards the front of the building. "F-three, you will ensure my Marines are returned to my ship quickly. Tell Renesri to bring my Speeder to the front." She flicked a hand dismissively in the Droids face as she turned away to continue walking with the Vice-Head. She had to trust that the security in this woman's very own office building would ensure her own protection as well. A gamble perhaps, but a deliberate choice in an effort to prove she was here for more reputable reasons.

Once the pair had resumed their leisurely stroll, Zenva continued the conversation. "Something more towards F-three's design is to your liking, Madam Speaker? Less obviously a guardian when standing near my Marines certainly, but to what purpose is it to be disguised? The Footman are designed to be butlers, and personally drivers, and the like. A servant to be overlooked by most."

Xazzex Xivar

 

[Xazzex Xivar]

Office of the Vice-Head & Speaker of The Confederacy
Rothana​

Xazzex's smile grew at Zenva describing her people as unsettling. As a Falleen everyone was unsettling -- so many thought themselves better, more worthy, or simply took it upon themselves to intrude on their space. As for being frightening, Zenva's appearance wasn't any more disturbing than another. A life of practiced discipline wouldn't allow whatever kernel of fear to assume dominance. If she were that weak she would never had gotten to where she was in that moment. Surely, this enterprising woman understood the thoughts of the Falleen before her. People certainly had cause to be wary around a species whose pheromones were known to be uniquely enticing.

With F-Three's departure it would necessitate Zenva speak in a manner Xazzex could understand. The dismissal was to reassure a wary woman of power she wasn't a target, but it also showed a level of trusted or acceptance as well. After all, she was no longer surrounded by her small army of droids. Well, despite what people thought of Falleen, when it came to business partners they could rest assured they would leave just as healthy as they'd arrived. Provided they didn't attempt to kill or undermine their green partner. Bad for business to stab people in the back needlessly.

"Among my own I would not care how unsettling the guards were. If anything, a formidable presence would dispel unnecessary thoughts," Xazzex replied calmly as they resumed their walk. "However," a brief pause, "as Vice Head of this Confederacy I reluctantly must concede certain strategic details. The Marines might keep diplomatics off their game, but they would also be less inclined to listen." Xazzex smiled over at the Baroness. "Do you have a model that's a little less... palitable than F-Three?" A Protocol Droid would be a perfect spy, but then people were already going to be wary of Xazzex. No point in trying to placate them and show a droid as being the weakest threat in the room. With that in mind, it wouldn't hurt for it to have a little more... character to its appearance without being a juggernaut like the Marines.

"It may be unfair to ask for a perfect balance of prowess and aesthetics, but you are a woman of many talents, Baroness."

Zenva Vrotoa​

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Zenva's sharp attention remained fixed on the Falleen when she spoke. Bizarre yellow-red eyes studying her face, and mannerisms with all the intensity of a starving Nexu eyeing it's next meal. Every time the woman paused, Zenva's attention drifted to the space around them. A life time of paranoia at work; from the childhood on Iridonian with it's deadly fauna and toxic environment, to an adulthood as a criminal of the worst caliber. Being aware of her environment was simply a reflex on her part.

Still, she smiled softly, genuinely enjoying herself. Xazzex's final comment earned her another burst of laughter, rich and ringing with amusement. She spoke a few words in her native tongue before immediately returning to Basic. "Flattery will get you everywhere, Madam Speaker."

With a momentary pause, the Zabrak's gaze drifting towards the ceiling for a few moments, her dominant hand drifting in the air as if she were searching for words, or cycling through thoughts. "Something menacing enough to give pause, without needing to be a bulky war machine like my Marines, or a B-2 Super for example. It is a personal guardian, so reaction speed and effectiveness in close combat are of the utmost importance. Furthermore you are a woman of great Status, it's appearance needs to be appropriate for diplomatic situations. A challenge I will enjoy overseeing personally, I am certain." She said with a soft chuckle.

In time, the pair reached the front of the building. The moment Zenva appeared in the doorway a Speeder rumbled to a stop on the street below. Both doors opened like wings the moment the crimson and ebony machine settled, hovering just centimeters above the duracrete. The driver stepped out, a crimson skinned Zabrak female like Zenva, and that's where their similarities ended.

Zenva was nearly two meters tall in her heels, and built of power muscle, littered head to toe in tribal tattoos, and crowned by an impressive ring of horns. This new female sported shoulder length synthetic black hair implants with small vestigial horns poking out here and there, and had only tattoos around her mouth and eyes, which were a soft lavender color in comparison to the corrupted eyes of her elder. She didn't reach Zenva's shoulder, and while dressed in a smart three piece stripped suit, was obviously thin in comparison as she moved around the vehicle to present Zenva with a control device.

"You will wait for my return." Zenva added a few words in their native tongue to the obviously younger female before again flicking a dismissive gesture with her off hand. The smaller one bowed deeply at the waist, once to Zenva, and a second time to the Falleen in her company before turning to leave. Zenva held up the control device in her dominant hand, letting it rest in her open palm. "Would you like to drive, Madam Speaker, or would you like to sit beside me and play with all the interesting devices?" She smiled again, serrated teeth flashing as she chuckled.

Xazzex Xivar

 

[Xazzex Xivar]

Office of the Vice-Head & Speaker of The Confederacy
Rothana​

It was pleasing to hear Zenva might oversee development personally. No doubt the woman employed talented individuals, but they were a nameless, faceless horde far as Xazzex was concerned. Yes, it appealed to an otherwise demanding ego. A quality the two of them shared. It would be of interest to see what the woman came up with; the Falleen could imagine a few concepts herself, but she did not spend her time dabbling in what was or was not possible with droids. Best to leave such things to those that mastered their craft.

It wasn't long before they emerged from the building to where the speeder would appear. Xazzex paid no mind to the guards at the entrance. If they had something worth mentioning they would make her aware of it, else she was a busy woman with a guest.

As for the speeder itself, Xazzex's golden eyes regarded its exterior as the driver exited the vehicle. It wasn't what she'd expected. Smaller. Two person occupancy. Obviously built by someone with a taste for aesthetics and not merely function. Certainly garnered attention; which Zenva implied did not garner unwanted attention it couldn't handle. A pleasing design.

As for the driver, Xazzex spared her brief notice. Enough to get the size of her and exchange a small, polite smile. That she was not as bombastic as Zenva did not shock the Falleen. After all, she ruled Falleen itself; one's subordinates should not demand attention away from those they followed when in good company. Though it was of interest to find the other woman that much shorter than Xenva herself.

At the Baroness' prompting, Xazzex smiled for just a second. "Drive." She stepped forward to retrieve the control device unless Zenva had thoughts in mind. "You'll find business at hand does not keep me from enjoying all the pleasant things in life." To say the least. What was power if you spent every second listening to people bleating and handling affairs anyone should have been perfectly capable of? Why obtain it just to occupy a chair? No, Xazzex could multitask quite well, and having the reigns suited her nicely. "Perhaps I could show you some of the local sites. The Baroness has a mind to establish a presence here. There's no reason you can't enjoy the same amenities."

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Another deep smile cut across the Zabrak's sharp features as Xazzex stepped forward to take the remote from her open hand. A low, deep chuckle boiled from her as a few excited words escaped her in her native tongue. After a moment she added in Basic, "A woman after my own hearts." The Zabrak's horn crowned head once more tilted forward slightly as she surrendered the control device.

Turning away, her off hand come up to gesture towards the waiting Speeder even as Zenva started towards the open passenger door. "It is a great honor to have the Vice-Head of the Confederacy personally give me a tour of her fair city. As it is to have you drive one of my Roadsters while doing so. Naturally, the colors and pattern of the one or more you might choose to purpose will, of course, be tailored to your preferences."

Again a low, deeply pleased chuckle rolled from the crimson skinned alien as she slipped into the midnight colored Rancor Leather interior. Although there was clearly a seam, allowing the passenger and perhaps driver's seat to fold down to access the small storage area, there was a single, spacious, bench seat inside. The dashboard was practically glowing with activation buttons and switches for a dozen or more devices while a central display screen flicked through information and readings. A low divider separated the legs of the two occupants, which held a small Holoprojector, cup holders and other niceties one might find in a center console.

As Xazzex took her seat behind the Speeders controls, Zenva made a show of pointing out the door controls in the center console, choosing the middle button to close both at once. In a slow, but hopefully not condescending tone, Zenva pointed out the controls one by one to return all the security systems to fully active and get the vehicle back to it's proper elevation. "This." She repeated in the same tone again and again with each gesture.

"And then we were alone in the galaxy, little Sister." Something happened. The Zabrak's voice changed drastically. The small pauses as if thinking of an unfamiliar word vanished. The sharp Iridonian accent melted away to a soft, pleasant tone one might expect in a Lounge Singer's normal speaking voice. Her off hand came up again to gesture towards the throttle lever. "Accelerate carefully, it has more power than you might expect."

Zenva reclined into her seat, one powerful leg folding atop the other at the knee. "I'm so pleased you got in the Speeder. Now we can speak properly, just you and I." Another laugh, low and sultry, boiled from the Crimson Devil as she gestured for Xazzex to drive.

Xazzex Xivar

 

[Xazzex Xivar]

The choice had presented something of a challenge. All came down to how one interpreted actions and relationships. Being the driver meant you were in control (even of the passenger's life), or it could mean that you were subservient especially in light of giving a personal tour of the city. From the Baroness' reaction, Xazzex's choice pleased her. For what reason the Falleen couldn't know for certain, but there was no condescending smirk or barbs that followed so it seemed the right choice.

It was the green woman that smirked as she rounded the vehicle with Zenva's quip about tours and marketing. Both of them no doubt took pleasure in having someone else do the piloting or driving, but she suspected both of them knew well how to do it themselves. Perhaps they were no Ace spending their free time practicing insane maneuvers, but well enough to navigate a city. Being too reliant on others could get you killed in the Underworld -- often because your crew was dead and you the sole survivor. Even an Empress must be prepared for the worst.

The interior was as lavish and unique as its shell, to no surprise. Xazzex settled in comfortably and let her eyes scan over the control before they turned to her companion. The better of two options followed. Rather than Zenva hoped to see the Falleen 'bumble' about with controls, the assertive woman engaged in a little tour of her own. A number of controls wouldn't have been difficult to figure out, but then there were some... custom options that Xazzex might not have known existed without the other woman's skilled instruction.

No sudden jerks followed Zenva's relaxed voice and demeanor. If anything the Falleen's eyes slid up to regard the other woman thoughtfully. A performance within a performance. Her earlier inclination hadn't failed her. And with it dropping, Zenva felt that the Falleen was someone worthy of seeing behind the veil. That actually bode quite well for her, personally. After all, an assassin wouldn't bother with demonstrating their ruse, they'd simply stick the blade in you and be done. The professional ones, anyway; foolish assassins got killed.

With a brief check for traffic, Xazzex put their carriage into motion without a word. Perhaps Zenva felt comfortable dropping the tone, but she'd likely still be on guard so long as she thought people were watching. Best to dispense with a static environ then.

"It is more comfortable, dropping all pretense. At times I feel as though I might bite through my tongue." So, Zenva put on a more hostile and aggressive persona; while Xazzex had to strive to manage some form of polite, patient suffrage. The same act, but from opposite ends of the spectrum. "Should I still refer to you as Baroness?" Was it more than just how she carried herself? How far did the woman's ruse go? If they were going to talk properly now, Xazzex wanted to do so under the right name or title. Likewise, if Zenva had any question about her Falleen counterpart... well that might depend on what business Zenva hoped to conduct out of sight of the public.

Zenva Vrotoa​

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

For Zenva, the entire day was just a game, but nearly everything was in the Zabrak's twisted mind. Games of make believe, pretending to be nobility, a Trade Baron in good standing with Galactic society. Pretending one was just the Speaker of the Confederacy. Yielding control of her Speeder was just another piece moving in their game, a sacrifice designed to give Xazzex a sense of control; or at least convince her the Zabrak was not here to end the woman's life.

There was no doubt left in the Zabrak's mind. The calm examination, and leveled response to Zenva's voice and demeanor changing abruptly eliminated any uncertainty about Xazzex Xivar's true identity. Utterly unfazed, Xazzex checked the mirrors, and glided into traffic without much of a pause. The Falleen's response earning her another ringing laugh. "I imagine my mouth would fill with blood daily, were I in your position."

The Zabrak paused to straighten the skirt of her evening gown. As her head came up again, Zenva took a deep breath through her nose. She sniffed at the air a few times as she slowly turned towards the Falleen. "No, you don't need to call me Baroness, just as I don't need to call you Madam Speaker. Now do I, little Sister?" The Zabrak's sharp teeth flashed in a deep smile, a small, almost girlish, giggle escaping her.

"You and I are exactly the same, aren't we? You don't flinch. You don't blink. Why you didn't even lose control of your pheromones, did you?" Again a giggle slipped through. "I knew I recognized your face when I walked into your office."

Setting her foot back down, Zenva turned in her seat, clearing her throat as she moved. The clawed fingers of her dominant hand pressed to her chest as she bowed her head briefly. "I am Zenva Vrotoa. The Crimson Devil of Nal Hutta. Major Domo of the Hutt Cartels, and yes, proud Trade Baroness of the Confederacy. If you wish to be respectful, you may call me Lady Vrotoa. Though I hope you and I will be on a first name basis before we part ways. And you, I think, are a Black Sun, or were at one time, and royalty of some kind. Am I correct?" Reclining back into the corner, Zenva's coal painted lips curled in a softer smile. Seemingly well pleased with how their game was progressing.

Xazzex Xivar

 

[Xazzex Xivar]

Xazzex turned her head to peer over at the Zabrak with a smile on her dark lips. "A weapon is only a weapon in a skilled hand," she replied after Zenva mentioned pheromones. Men and women like her from Falleen didn't ascend to power by exuding pheromones everywhere they went, or for convenience. They knew it was a natural weapon against many species. Which made it too easy. To say nothing of the reputation one would make and have everyone avoid you. No, those of power had to use it like a scalpel.

Of course, Xazzex had no delusions about Zenva being helpless either. People didn't develop such a thorough cover and feel secure in dropping it if they were otherwise helpless. And luck only kept you alive so far, so it wasn't a lifelong bluff. Con artist? Possible. A cunning of a different sort. Bluster though? No, not just though there'd been plenty of that earlier. With no shortage in goading.

The woman was lucky they weren't back at the palace, however. Some masks were demanding to wear at times.

Short, reserved laughter followed Zenva's introduction. Her eyes kept vigil on the road, but they spared some attention for the Crimson Devil at her side. "Xazzex Xivar. Speaker for the Confederacy." A hair's pause as Xazzex regarded the woman at her side. "Executive of the Leviathan Ring, and Empress of Falleen." Much as Zenva was delightful company, and seemingly alone with Xazzex, there was always the possibility of recording devices. Executive should say enough. It certainly should be close enough to being the Crown of the syndicate for whatever the spicy woman had in mind. Of course, depending on their conversation, perhaps an outright admission might still be in store -- if it became necessary.

"I hope you won't bother with titles." Xazzex was secure enough in her position, and never much for being polite. Necessary evil when among offworlders, however. "I've always wanted to further ties with someone as capable as yourself, Lady Vrotoa. You've established an elaborate veil in which you cloak yourself." Entirely true, of course. The Cartel could be quite the competitor, or ally. Sometimes both. Two cut-throat people always trying to figure out how they could carve up the galaxy.

Zenva Vrotoa​

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Zenva's hairless brows rose as the Falleen introduced herself properly, or very nearly. "Majesty. My, my." Again the Zabrak's head tilted forward, a smile curled her coal painted lips as she straightened. "Such a fitting title."

Once again, the Zabrak's leg slipped from her gown to fold atop the other at the knee. Her claw tipped fingers interlocking and coming to rest in her lap. "You are very kind to say so. The mask of the Baroness is a difficult one to maintain, but the access I gain from it is well worth the efforts. After all, how else could a Domo of the Cartel gain a private audience with an Executive of the Leviathan Ring?"

Another low chuckle boiled from her as she waved a hand through the air. "Do try to relax, my lady Xivar. My Roadster is fully active. We would be informed if anything from a listening device to a weapon system were pointed at us." A claw came up to tapped the Speeder's central display screen before folding back into her lap. "We're protected by two separate Shield Generators, and Quadanium Steel Armor. A metal typically reserved for Military Space Stations. We aren't going to break. Drive like you stole it!" Zenva's laughter, ringing and vibrant, filled the Speeder.

"Speaking of illegal activities, see, nothing to worry about." Serrated teeth flashed in another smirk. "I'm here to restore my access to the Confederacy's black market. I understand why I was having difficulty now, Majesty." Another low chuckle rolled from her those bizarre yellow-red eyes continued to study the woman driving.

"Please, don't misinterpret my reasons for being here." Zenva's voice turning serious as her expression smoothed into a nearly emotionless mask. "My businesses, legal and otherwise, are at your disposal. I'm here for profit, not a fight. Help me, and you stand to profit from my endeavors as well." Slowly a smile returned to her sharp features. "I do make the best toys to bribe you with, Little Sister."

Xazzex Xivar

 

[Xazzex Xivar]

Titles weren't everything. They did sometimes help get an audience, however, so Zenva wasn't wrong. Masks only got you through the door; it was entirely the quality of the one behind it that benefited from the pantomime.

"If you insist." Xazzex gave the vehicle a sharp turn and diverted from the main thoroughfare at Zenva's prompting. "The systems you've managed to fit into this sleek beauty certainly do impress. A vehicle designed for women like us -- at risk of becoming objects of envy and wrath alike." Rank had its privileges, but it also made you a larger target for your detractors. It didn't hurt to have a strong defense when the flies swarmed.

A smirk pulled at the Falleen's dark lips. "Fortunately, the Confederacy is not one keen to shut down the black market. It is, after all, a market. Forward thinking on their part to accept what inevitably would rise and benefit from it rather than waste countless resources trying to stop it. That is to say you will find many opportunities here, Lady Vrotoa. I think you know me and my associates would certainly learning more." Naturally, Hydra Systems -- and the Leviathan Ring behind it -- were working to take as much of that market for themselves as possible. It was a big galaxy, however. Other interests still existed and sometimes you just had to leave them be. It took time to establish routes for new merchandise no matter how ambitious your vision might be. So why not ensure more friendly interests were the ones to setup shop to fill market needs?

"A good bribe goes a long way," Xazzex concurred. "I don't see why an enterprising and intelligent woman like yourself should be shut out. I could do with having someone like myself to converse with." A few blocks on the calendar for a visit now and then would keep the noisy ones away if but for a little while; and allow her to engage in business more her interest. Power was her interest, but listening to complaints was not -- just one of life's little prices for authority when operating in the open.

The speeder dropped down lower between the buildings near street level as Xazzex thought to give Zenva eye-candy along the way. High speed within the confines of the buildings was more exciting than high above in the open skies. It wouldn't take long to find the first venue to show her new friend.

Zenva Vrotoa​

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Another nearly girlish fit of giggles spilled from the Zabrak as Xazzex took a sharp turn, and really started to test the Speeder. Thankfully, her seemingly relaxed position left her braced fairly well, her hands even staying in her lap. "Much better!" She murmured, grinning broadly as they raced down a smaller avenue.

"I'm so very grateful for the opportunity to impress." She had no doubt there was a black market amid the Confederacy, every government worth the title had one. The shift in power behind the scenes however, had cut her out with the previous Confederacy's collapse. The Black Suns among the new governing body explained why her people had been hesitant to involve themselves. More than once, Zenva had found herself and her immediate subordinates in armed conflict against the Suns.

Much like the changes with the Confederacy however, Zenva's loyalties had evolved in the long years since the Syndicate Wars, ancient history in her mind. "As you might imagine, my position among the Hutt Cartels comes with many envious people. The ability to travel safely while visiting Nar Shaddaa for example, and not having to arrive with a military convoy makes life simpler. A few of my Roadsters pulling up to a nightclub scares the locals much less, but still gives me armored vehicles with handful of soldiers. The storage area behind the seats can fit a surprising amount of ordinance, or contraband if you're inclined use it for such. Missile jammers, ECMs, encrypted comm-links, and just about every little gadget I could think to add."

Again Zenva's off hand came up as though dismissing her own ramblings. "I think I've already sold you on your bribe." She flashed another grin as her hands intertwined once more. "I'm sure you are aware, I have a rich market to offer in return. I don't personally keep them unless appearances require them, but the Hutt's always have a thriving Slave trade. Naturally, they have an extensive narcotics distribution network, and smugglers of every description are easily available. Personally, I maintain a number of bars, nightclubs, hotels, and a few resorts in addition to all my legal businesses."

"I am, however, much more interested in learning about the needs of your markets, and your personal desires for the future. " Again Zenva's serrated teeth flashed in a deep smile. "I much prefer to catter to the needs and wants of the powerful. We get to put down our masks for a moment." The Zabrak's caustic yellow-red eyes closed for a moment as she inhaled deeply. "And just breath. Though, do keep up the flattery, it really will get you everywhere." Another low chuckle rolled through her as her attention finally shifted to their surroundings.

Xazzex Xivar

 

[Xazzex Xivar]

Xazzex considered what Zenva had to offer. Most people didn't need to haul merchandise or ordinance through cities, but most people weren't Zenva and Xazzex. The vehicles were flashy; that they announced themselves so loudly did deter fools, but it did paint a target for the professionals. They were no toys, however, so if attacked they should at least last long enough to find a situationally advantageous area to counter.

"There are opportunities to extend your networks. I can extend our services as well. Even unofficially, however, the Confederacy has a dim view of slavery." The Falleen's tone didn't change with that word of warning. Personally, she didn't much care. Long as it wasn't her own kind being held as slaves; they may be a ferociously independent people vying for position, but they had a great deal of communal pride to go with it. "Fortunately, what they don't know won't hurt them." Someone in her position could do much to suppress unnecessary entanglements. There were limits, but Xazzex expected a woman like Zenva to avoid trouble in the first place rather than needlessly burn a contact.

Golden eyes spied on the woman in the passenger seat. "Openly it comes as no surprise materials to build prosperous planets, including food, ship materials, and armaments." That much was likely well known by someone like Zenva. "Behind closed doors there are few things in low demand. Our proximity to Cartel space certain has left no shortage of desire, despite the Enclave's efforts to crush piracy and the underground market as a whole in prior years. If it's the upper echelons of the Confederacy you seek, you'll find the Head of State has a great fondness for building stronger worlds. He is a frustratingly straight arrow at times."

"Solid weapons of war would go far as well. For security, officially. Unofficially the galaxy is in turmoil, and the Confederacy isn't going to sit back and wait for someone to try taking what doesn't belong to them. I doubt you'll want for want among these worlds."

Zenva Vrotoa ​

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

The edge of Zenva's lips curled in a smile. Serrated teeth flashed briefly as a dry laugh escaped her. "Between you and I, Slaves are rarely worth the efforts. Black Market organs require much less upkeep."

Caustic yellow-red eyes shifted to meet Xazzex's golden gaze out of the corner of her eye. Faint traces of a smirk still on her lips. The Zabrak's gaze returned to the city around them after a moment although her attention remained wholly on the emerald skinned woman beside her. The mention of the Head of State, and his general disposition earned a little scoff of derision as a hand waved through the air once more. " I have very little interest in dealing with more politicians. I have you now, Little Sister, and I have every intention of earning your confidence. I plan to become indispensable to you. After all, there is little I cannot acquire or create for you. Weapons, War ships, and Droids for the state, certainly, but as I said, I prefer to catter to those like myself."

Slowly the Zabrak twisted her head about, glancing out each window of the Speeder in turn. "We have moved away from the sections of your city I studied. Where are you taking us, Majesty?" Zenva's caustic gaze shifted to the Falleen, hairless brows raised in question.

Xazzex Xivar

 

[Xazzex Xivar]

Organs? Lucrative, if perishable. Quite lucrative depending on the species.

A soft snort accompanied Zenva's desire to remain apart from politicians. A fortunate position for the crimson lady to be in. Though Xazzex couldn't complain about the woman's interest in becoming indispensable. There certainly were need for products she could provide. Official, unofficial, and better kept unmentioned needs.

Golden rings slid to the side to regard the contemplative woman. "Somewhere with fewer eyes." There were places where The Law could not enter under normal circumstances -- members only clubs -- but there were at times a need for somewhere even less privy to the eyes of watchers. A little tribute helped keep such venues secluded, of course. Long as they didn't make trouble, no trouble would visit them.

"Here." With that the vehicle turned into an interior parking structure. The polished, refined ride Zenva provide slid into the bay and to a smooth halt. A trio of armed men loitered by a door at the end of the chamber.

As the door opened, the Falleen turned to look at her guest. "Perhaps somewhere you will find useful. For entertainment or business contacts. A place to meet old friends, and new ones." Obviously Zenva wasn't interested in discussing business in the chambers of government, so they'd need places they could meet. Having options never hurt.

They'd make sure to secure the vehicle, of course. Xazzex was curious if there was more to it than met the eye. Zenva would no doubt take the opportunity to point out items of note.

With a smile on her lips, the green woman prepared to lead Zenva toward the entrance of the establishment tucked out of sight. Right up until they met the guards two-thirds of the distance. Xazzex didn't stop smiling, but her eyes took on a particular intensity to be met ahead of the doorway.

"This is private property, and your vehicle's not on the list," a gruff man's voice announced as the two groups met.

Xazzex turned to look over at Zenva with a smile. "They take their security seriously." Her attention swung back to the man. "Though you shouldn't rely just on vehicle identification to know who you're talking to."

"You're right, I don't know who you are, but I know you're not supposed to be here." His right hand reached out to size the Falleen's left wrist.

Just as suddenly, Xazzex's right hand shot up to snatch the hairs on the back of his skull as she stepped into their grapple. Slips of weapons being drawn didn't tear her gaze away as her dark lips peeled back to reveal her pearly white teeth. "I don't remember giving you permission to touch me."

Command became shock and incredulity, which gave way to confusion and then both knees giving out under the man faster than anyone could draw breath. Xazzex's gaze remained fixed on his face as he sunk to the ground before her. His fingers went limp and soon his arm fell to his side.

"Ah! Ah! My Queen! My Sovereign of the Eternal Recount! Majesty of Splendor and Grace!" another man came flying out of the door they'd sought to enter. He was dressed in a expertly tailored robe of some of the finest threads, well groomed, and of middle years. He didn't stop moving until he came up behind the armed guards that looked to him in question caught between whatever Xazzex had done to their lead and their employer. "Put those away," he hissed and gestured to their weapons. A nervous laugh escaped him as he quickly bowed before the two women. "Welcome. Welcome. Forgive me, Majesty. Please, forgive them. They're new. Increased security. Bit green around the gills, if you catch my meaning, but capable. Most capable."

Zenva Vrotoa ​

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

~Warning! Adult Theme ~​

Serrated teeth flashed in another broad grin. "Perfect." The Zabrak murmured in response to Xazzex's brief answer. Some business simply couldn't be conducted in the light of day, a concept seemingly well understood by both women. Their very existence had been forged in places the common folk, and especially governments, weren't supposed to know existed within their law abiding societies. Undoubtedly the Black Suns maintained an extensive network of such establishments just as Zenva did in the name of her Cartel.

Once the Speeder came to a rest, Zenva finally straightened herself. A hand came up, slowly cycling through controls on the center display screen. "You'll want to keep that remote with you. It's the only safe way to bypass the Electric Defense Grid once the security systems trigger. Typically I'm comfortable with a fifteen second delay, however I am going to set it for one minute this time. I imagine my niece left us a gift or two."

Her right hand finally lifted from her lap to open a small glove box in front of the passenger position. The deep ebony leather of the interior extended even into this small compartment. Within sat Zenva's personal amber colored Shadez which she immediately put on. Beneath the Zabrak's headset sat a pair of small circular devices. Picking them up as the doors to the Speeder opened finally, Zenva popped one device into her off hand and held it out to Xazzex. "Would you like a Shield, Majesty?"

If the Falleen didn't move to take it quickly enough, she would simply drop it on the bench seat without a second thought. Her attention turning to the one she now clipped to her hip as she stepped out into the hidden garage. Zenva strode towards the back of the vehicle, not bothering with the door. In less than a minute they would close on their own before the full spectrum of security systems engaged once more. After only a moment the two women were once again moving together in near lock step, neither one truly moving in front of the other as they strode towards the entrance.

A guard strode forward, how bold, to intercept them. One hairless eyebrow rose inquisitively as the male attempted not only to stop them, but actually reached out towards the Empress. Zenva's confused look turned to a scowl of rage, her metal tipped fingers curling and flexing at her side. She started to move, a single step forward, a rending claw intended for the foolish male's throat. But that was as far as she got before Xazzex had the man on his knees. A cruel, nearly psychotic laugh boiled from her as the male was chastised.

"Do be sure none of your boys try to touch my Speeder either, little soldier." The Zabrak said in her sharply accented stage voice, smiling broadly in the second man's face as the pair once more began to stride towards the entrance. Once they had a moment of privacy, she leaned towards the emerald skinned woman slightly. "That was very impressive, Little Sister. I will be sure to ask permission though." Zenva's laughter, once again calmed to a more gentle giggle, bubbled from her as they moved deeper into the unknown.

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[Xazzex Xivar]

Xazzex wasn't concerned about hostile activity in the area, but she was curious what device Zenva had on offer. The Falleen accepted the 'Shield' with a smile and a nod of gratitude. The use was always the same, but how a company went about manifesting it and what dangers it buffeted were different. She'd try to discern as much as she could in whatever time it was in her possession.

The sheer arrogance behind even the vehicle's security was a comfort. Just walk away and leave it to manage itself. Why not? What were all the credits for except for decadent automation and ruthless barriers? Xazzed had yet to find anything out of sorts with Zenva's design.

Once confronted, Xazzex's golden eyes rose from the kneeling guard to that of the man that rushed to meet her. Her fingers released his hairs and she took a step beyond him toward the door without another glance.

In their wake, the mouthy one continued to kneel and even turned to lean after the women. "She's so--" the words eluded him. The desire to chase after her lingered, but for some reason he couldn't find it in himself to move. A lack of command. "Who is she?"

"Vice-head of the Confederacy, Xazzex Xi--" Their employer glowered at the kneeling man suddenly. A sharp click of the tongue followed. No further clarification was offered as he gave the trio a sharp look and a finger raised before he hurried after the pair. There was no point wasting any further time with these when a powerful figure appeared; with a guest no less.

"Your usual table has been prepared, my Lady. Full security sweep. Drinks. Is there anything else I can get for either of you? Anything at all." The forced smile was to cover the anxiety of potential lashing out of an angered Falleen. Falling madly in love with one of them was hardly the worst fate that could befall him; no less than that fool in the hanger deserved though.

Xazzex didn't bothered to slow down or look over at the man. He was doing his job. "Nothing further." That should assuage the man's concerns. It was foolish for him to hire someone so ignorant, but if she killed everyone that made such mistakes she'd have far fewer useful people in her orbit. Good help was, at times, hard to come by.

Unless Zenva had anything she desired, the man would allow them to glide into the depths of the establishment. A smooth melody played in concert with diffuse lighting. Various tables with leather seats circling them were scattered throughout the floor with a bar at its heart. Various scents of mind-altering and benign substances alike might be detected by those with sharp senses.

Xazzex led the way to the left toward a table an appropriate distance away from the rest for private conversations. A bottle of wine rested in an in-set bucket of ice with two glasses nearby. As they settled in, she turned to regard Zenva. "Most people are wary in my presence for what I did." A clip bark of laughter shot between her lips. "Keeps them on their toes. If only they knew how bothersome it could be to ensnare someone's mind so thoroughly." Her eyes narrowed in the direction of the entrance for a moment. "At least he will not disturb us inside the club." She might be forced to reckon with them at some point down the road. They could become quite hungry for attention.

Zenva Vrotoa​

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

How absolutely captivating, the Zabrak mused to herself as she kept pace with Xazzex deeper into the bar. Smoke and worse hung in the air, dulling the limited light of the lounge. The sharp smells buried the sweetness that had lingered over the Falleen for a few moments. A trick of the mind perhaps, but the imagination was often more powerful than anticipated.

The hammering of her twin hearts could just as easily have been from the adrenaline spike of readying herself to end someone's life. Perhaps it had to do with entering what should have been considered enemy territory without her weapons, without armor, and without Backup. Yes, natural responses, she assured herself as the pair took their seats at Xazzex's private table. Clearing her throat, Zenva's attention turned to their surroundings finally.

The man that had escorted them paused to look at her as though waiting for her approval to leave. Coal painted lips peeled away from serrated teeth as a hiss escaped the Zabrak. Her off hand rose to flick at the air in an obvious dismissive gesture. Her caustic yellow-red eyes continued to study the lounge around her for several long moments before she turned back to the emerald skinned alien across from her.

After a moment she smiled again, a softer smile than most she wore. When she spoke, it was in what seemed to be her true voice. Sweet, nearly musical, and seemingly delighted about everything. "I think you were very generous, Majesty. I imagine he's rather pleased with how you resolved the situation. Personally, I would have torn his throat out, and eaten his heart while the others watched. A warning against uninvited touching. But," She shrugged, a small laugh bubbling free as she moved to pour wine for them.

Once two glasses were poured, Zenva set one on either side of the ice bucket and returned the bottle to it's sunken resting place. Neither glass was closer to one woman or the other. If anything unfortunate had been done to the wine or glasses, Xazzex would be at equal risk now. Though without a doubt there had been far better opportunities to end Zenva's life before getting to this point. "I will admit it was an enjoyable display either way. Yours isn't bloody, but it seems like fun." The Zabrak flashed another grin.

Xazzex Xivar

 

[Xazzex Xivar]

"Pleased?" Xazzex regarded her crimson compatriot. The Falleen smiled. "I'm sure he expects a reward later for good behavior. Which is exactly what he won't get. Unfulfilled desire can be as painful as the closest betrayal. And lasts longer than death's cold grasp." Not that there was any sort of repudiation for Zenva's bloodlust. Sometimes killing them was the better thing to do. Not when it was the security of a venue she planned on visit, or enjoyed doing so on occasion. They'd smile and suck it up, of course, but that didn't mean it's ingratiate them to her service.

Golden eyes fell to the wine glasses. Xazzex reached forward to take the one nearest to her, or to the right of where she sat. If Zenva tried to intercept it, her new friend and business partner would take up the other without hesitation. "To what should we toast this evening together?" Certainly could be a pleasant one. Someone that wasn't concerned with morals and legality. Someone cunning and ruthless. Just the sort of dangerous company Xazzex enjoyed.

The smiles came easily, and there wasn't a tense muscle in the Falleen's body as she lounged in the company of a killer. Zenva was understandable guarded in new territory. Not everything was always as it seemed in the underworld. Complacency could get you killed. Xazzex would be mindful of exits and armed guard placements if she were in someone else's domain as well. Just because you didn't let on just how suspicious you were didn't mean you weren't prepared when the knives came out.

Zenva Vrotoa​

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

An exaggerated look of shook crossed Zenva's sharp features as the Falleen retorted. A laugh boiled from the Crimson Devil, a nearly joyous sound of twisted delight ringing from her as with so much enthusiasm her head rolled back. "Oh, the things I would trade to have your abilities, Majesty!" She cooed, laughter still coloring her tone. Xazzex was hardly the first creature she had known with such abilities. Zeltron were common employees among the Nightclubs, Resorts, Casinos, and worse that Zenva had created throughout her territories. Pheromones, and the Force, unfair advantages Zenva's charm and guile often failed to compete with.

Xazzex reached out to take a wine glass, leaving one for Zenva's dominant right hand to reach out for in turn. She smiled, pearlescent teeth flashing between midnight lips, as she raised her glass. "To new friendships, and our prosperous future?" She asked, leaning her glass out for Xazzex to click her's against.

Only once her invitation was acknowledged and their toast completed with a sip of wine, did Zenva settle back into her seat. Again her head twisted, scanning the room once before her corrupted gaze settled on the emerald skinned woman once more. The crimson flesh of a knee slipped from her ebony evening gown as she again rested one leg atop the other. She seemed relaxed, or at least appeared to have calmed down after the confrontation in the parking area.

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