Home Front: Virtue & Vice || The Confederacy

[Xazzex Xivar]

Well, Xazzex didn't mind possessing the ability to ensnare the minds of anyone she chose. It wasn't something she chose to use unless necessary. Foolish Falleen came to rely on it as Jedi did their precious Force -- and what happened when it didn't work? One trick ponies were turned into glue.

A soft snort and a smile accompanied Zenva's proposal. Xazzex lifted her glass to meet Zenva's. "To friendship and the future." A straightforward and appropriate toast. The woman was nothing if not practical behind her bombastic displays. Just the sort of performance a woman could appreciate when the performer knew well enough not to overdo it.

The two women took a moment to savor the wine. Neither were in any particular hurry. Even if this was on government time, meeting with prospectors and establishing relations were part of her job. The manner in which she accomplished those aims were not subject to review -- and if anyone in Parliament found out and had a problem with them, Xazzex would be the last person to care.

"What do you for entertainment? There are so many possibilities in the galaxy; some unique to the Southern rim." They needn't speak about business the entire time. Though Xazzex was curious how far Zenva had spread her influence. Knowing her interests might lead to enjoyable encounters later on. Maintaining relations was as important as establishing them.

Zenva Vrotoa​

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

It was Zenva's turn to laugh. A warmer, more genuine sound filled with actual amusement. Setting her glass down for a moment, the Zabrak reclined into her seat with a smile. "Entertainment, well." She shrugged, her hands splayed open as she did.

"Would you prefer the polite answer, or an honest one?" Her hands coming out to her sides, the left and then the right, as if she held the actual options in them. "The polite answer being that I'm an entrepreneur. My life is dedicated to the growth of my companies, and the well-being of my Clan. What free time I have to myself is spent at one of my resorts on the paradise world of Chroma Zed." Serrated teeth flashed in another smirk. Her left hand closing into a fist, slowly slipping down into her lap.

She paused for a moment, letting Xazzex process her response, and respond to it however she chose. Her left leg slipped from her ebony evening gown as she settled it atop the opposite knee. The new posture forced her to turn her body away slightly but her gaze remained fixated on the emerald skinned woman's golden eyes. A small chuckle slipped from the Zabrak, her smile deepening.

Only once the Falleen had been given a chance to react or remain silent, as was her perogative, did Zenva continue. Her right hand closing, and slipping away. "A more honest answer is that I am actually a very simple creature. I enjoy wine, women, and wealth. Any combination of the three, and you're likely to have my undivided attention. I am a creature of red emotion, rage and passion, hatred and lust. I have hungers, and polite society rarely allows me to indulge my darker appetites."

Slowly Zenva's foot began to bounce in the air. It wouldn't be long before even Xazzex, a relative stranger, would realize just how animated the Zabrak was. She didn't seem capable of sitting still. Her hands moved as she talked, and in her silence her legs seemed to become restless. The more at ease the Zabrak became in Xazzex's presence, the more she seemed to come alive.

Xazzex Xivar

 

[Xazzex Xivar]

"A fulfilling, productive, and indulgent lifestyle. One many aspire to and very few ever come close to obtaining," Xazzex replied politely with a slight nod, followed by a small drink from her glass. Of course, the wealthy and powerful were afforded the luxuries to claim the spoils of their efforts. Some found their way there by luck. Others by circumstances. And more still through dogged persistence and bloodshed. The two of them had staked their claim in that arena. "Few would find fault with that polite answer." It was the sort of thing you said to everyone, even a Sith, and were applauded for it.

"I prefer the honest answer. Polite answers and colorful lies are for people that lack vision. Or spines." So long as Zenva didn't confess a desire to burn Falleen to the ground or take what was Xazzex's there was very little her emerald companion would hold in contempt. That didn't mean she'd agree or encourage the woman to the vilest of confessions, but she didn't tell people how to live their life any more than she expected people to tell her how to live her own.

Simple? Such humility. Perhaps what she personally yearned for was simple, but in the end wasn't everyone? Was a man seeking revenge because someone killed their father truly 'complex' by comparison? Motivated, certainly. Righteous, arguably. Complex?

Xazzex calmly set her glass down before she turned slightly in her seat to regard the crimson woman. Her Falleen counterpart was placid by comparison. She'd always lounged comfortably even in the heart of the Senate (or Parliament) with a glass of wine in one hand and derisive thoughts reflected in her eyes. Other politicians chased after their fellow politician bowing and scraping to garner support. She'd always done the opposite -- Xazzex enjoyed ignoring the lot and waiting for them to become desperate enough to seek her out. Falleen never ascribed to the "strength" of joining the galactic community.

The Confederacy... being its Vice Head was certainly different.

"You would enjoy the splendor of Falleen. Much as I described the Confederacy's role as maintaining balance, we, back home, demand courtesy and respect to the powerful for order; but aside from that why shackle ourselves from offering or taking what pleasures life affords?" It was a dangerous society. There were some that thought it too dangerous, but they were vastly out numbered by people with good sense. One only need look at so many other worlds that adopted acceptance and tolerance to see weakness ravaging an entire culture.

A smile touched her dark lips. "There are places nearer where you can still get a taste of such things. Some found in this very den."

Zenva Vrotoa​

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

The Zabrak's undivided attention felt much like being watched by a Nexu. Bizarre yellow-red eyes fixated on the Falleen's golden orbs with a predatory intensity. Her foot bobbing in the air, not unlike the slow flick at the tip of a feline's tail while they made calculations. She was reclined, and would seem relaxed if not for the constant micro gestures and subtle movements the excited carnivore made almost on instinct. Only when a smile curled Xazzex's lips did her sharp features warm with one of her own again.

"I imagine I would enjoy your home, my Lady." A small laugh escaped the Crimson Devil, her smile spreading to a wide grin as she started to chuckle despite herself. "My appetites usually require a little planning. Unless something unfortunate should arise. Like the guard outside for example. I would have let him touch me, because ripping out his windpipe with my teeth seems like a fun way to correct such behavior."

A shrug of utter disregard lifted her shoulders before she retrieved her glass for another swallow of her drink. "Not to say there isn't something here or nearby that I wouldn't enjoy doing twice a day." A rich laugh boiled from the Zabrak. She lifted her glass as if in salute to the emerald skinned alien across from her. "Did you have something particular in mind, Majesty?" Amusement coloring her tone.

Xazzex Xivar