Old Time's Sake

[Baros Sal-Soren]

Life seemed to have a funny way of biting Baros in the derriere lately. He reminded himself it was not best to complain publicly given that millions had lost their lives, or lost more than he had. At least he had some off world stores set up. At least he had the opportunity to become a come back story. It was time to call in some favours...like fast tracking his proposed store on Brentaal IV.

Waiting, reclined in a chair with his legs casually crossed, Baros thought it odd the startling comparison in fortunes for he and his old friend. Hopefully, some of that good fortune would rub off on Baros today.

"Senator Trozky will see you now."

Senator Trozky...if they only knew the things I knew...

Baros stood and bowed. "Thank you," he said simply as he made his way to the office of a former, hopefully current, friend.



[member="Ordon Trozky"]

 

[Ilias Nytrau]

The thought of galactic politics hadn't entered his mind quite to the same degree that other things had over the course of his life. To say, he'd been thrust into it, and was finding the learning curve not terribly steep at all. The challenging part was the juggle of being the Lord of his house, the head of the family business, and a senator. It was all a strain on his self-discipline; this was what the likes of aides and secretaries were for, and relying on other people was par for the course for a well-off son of Brentaal. Still, each one was thoroughly screened, right down to conflicts of interest.

Still, today there was an appointment that had him clearing his schedule for the rest of the day. It had been too long since he'd seen this Corellian, and there would be much, so, so much to discuss. When Baros came through the door, the recently-titled senator was already up from behind his desk and rounding it to come greet his old friend properly. Blood may be thicker than water, but some things were thicker than blood.

"A sight for sore eyes, Baros. If I have to look at or listen to one more crusty, old Brentaalan lord," he began, proffering a hand when he came close to the other man, "I may give into the temptation to have them all picked off."

His mouth turned a grin, indication that he might be joking.

[member="Baros Sal-Soren"]

 

[Baros Sal-Soren]

Taking the hand of the senator, Baros bowed for a moment, trying to keep things official. It was Ordon's move to relax the environment. Baros needed to remember that people and things changed, sometimes quickly. Ordon may well be a different man given his position. "Greetings Senator," Baros said with a cordial smile. He wanted to joke around, but was not sure yet where he stood.

"I have never been one to offer relationship advice," Baros said, cautiously entering the waters of friendship, "you know that." It was a lie. Baros was opinionated, and more so about interactions with people than any other subject, especially when it came to women.

He glanced around the room. "It seems I chose my friends well in my wild youth..."

[member="Ordon Trozky"]

 

[Ilias Nytrau]

Seeing [member="Baros Sal-Soren"] be so formal towards him was quite the amusing sight, to be certain. The man knew the deepest, most unsavoury parts of his mind, and shared those parts.

"Baros," he said, in a vague plaintive tone, "you could only do worse by calling me Lord," but he waved that off, "and I have no designs on feeling like my late grandfather, so please, old friend. Don't do that to me."

This was a side of him so very few ever saw. Lord Trozky was never so laid back. He could count the number of people he allowed himself to relax around on less than one hand. He gestured to a rich, leathered U-section of seating.

"Have a seat, Baros," and in a reflection of what seemed like their last meeting, some years before: "Drink?"

 

[Baros Sal-Soren]

"Forgive me," he said with a smile, and slight shrug, "time passes...friendship fade...it is best to not assume anything, I have found."

He took the offered seat, and graciously nodded in acceptance to the drink. Ordon had already had good taste in beverages. There was no need to ask for anything specifically. "I had assumed Corellia would be around for my children to enjoy," he said with a heavy tone, "bad assumptions don't always come where we expect them."

Baros took a moment to look out the window. What the Vong had done to his world, the shining bastion of civilization in the Outer Core, it was reprehensible, and made his xenophobic tendencies swell even more.

"Honestly never saw you in a position like this," he said, pulling himself out of his funk, "didn't think that they would let you in the club..."

[member="Ordon Trozky"]