Prologue: Ad Honorem Imperii

[Valessia Brentioch]

THE IMPERIAL'S RISE: BLOODSTAINED​

PROLOGUE: AD HONOREM IMPERII​

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A LONG TIME AGO IN A GALAXY FAR, FAR AWAY...​

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AN UP AND COMING FASHION ICON HOSTS A PARTY FOR SOME OF THE GALAXY'S MOST ELITE​

IN BEPSIN'S CLOUD CITY. VALESSIA BRENTIOCH, A MEMBER OF THE NOBLE BRENTAAL HOUSES CELEBRATES​

THE LAUNCH OF HER NEW TEXTILE DESIGN COMPANY; SAN GUINEM TEXTUM. HERE SHE PLANS TO SHOW​

THE LATEST IN MARTIAL TEXTILES. AMONG HER GUESTS ARE ARTIST MARZENA CHOI, AND ​

GENERAL LUDOLF VAAS OF THE FIRST ORDER. WHILE SHE CELEBRATES HER COMPANY'S ​

LAUNCH , SECRETLY VALESSIA WISHES TO SECURE MEMBERSHIP WITH THE FIRST ORDER ITSELF...​

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The musicians played in a corner of the ballroom, Valessia Brentioch greeted her guests as they came in. Each one patted down and scanned by security. Most weapons were confiscated, most. Food was brought in from various corners of the galaxy, but mostly comfort foods to those within the First Order's borders. Even if the party was out here on Bespin, far from most spying eyes. The Imperial fanatic was glad to finally have an excuse to bring about some of the Galaxy's most prestigious - well some of the more prestigious members of fashion, and other members of military. Contracts were exactly how San Guinem survived, even if most of the funding came from Valessia's family. The Brentiochs owned a luxury liner company, one that she loathed to work for.

Dressed in her usual black party dresses, hair slicked back. She waved to servant of the party, a Chiss. Ordering the lass to bring in more beverages. A smile came to rest upon her lips as she turns to greet more members of various orders as they enter through the high arched doors. Crossing the ballroom she approached the lead musician and requested a change in the music, something less cantina like and something more... Inspiring. Heard, Imperial.

"Yvaine Dajaal." Valessia greets with a smile, recognizing a member of a rival house. "I do hope you're not here to cause any trouble, dear."

The fellow Brentaalan smirked, "why I am here to simply enjoy the festivities." She brings the glass of champagne up. "You've assembled quite the guest list, Lessie."

"Valessia." She corrects, "and yes I have."

She spots one of her esteemed guests and excuses herself to greet them, Yvaine looks on with curiosity before turning to mingle.

Meanwhile, Valessia has extended her hand out toward the guest. "Thank you for coming, I'm surprised you made it all the way out here."

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[member="Ludolf Vaas"], [member="Marzena Choi"]

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[Ludolf Vaas]

[member="Valessia Brentioch"]
[member="Marzena Choi"]

Even though all of his weapons had been left at the door, General Vaas felt quite comfortable unarmed, here on Bespin. The planet had been practically transformed into a bastion of First Order loyalists, especially after Marzena Choi's success as a pop star in First Order space. Vaas himself visited Bespin quite often, although his reasons for doing so were not divulged to the public. No one knew about Ludolf's love affair with Marzena, although there were rumors, and a few of the First Order's other top officials were probably able to connect the dots. Ludolf, however, would never admit to the accusations. Instead, Marzena's image would remain untainted for the masses; a single pop diva for the men to lust over and the women to aspire to become, while in the privacy of her chambers, she was very much in Ludolf's possession.

This wasn't the first time Ludolf had been to a formal event such as this either; in fact, he was starting to get good at it. He had played a big part in the First Order's ball on Dosuun where he and Marzena had met in the first place, and so such events were not foreign to him. Though this time, his intentions remained on business, rather than pleasure. The First Order was looking for prospective military uniform suppliers, and San Guinem Textum had offered to showcase a collection. For his own part, General Vaas was sporting the traditional crisp black attire of a First Order officer, with the red emblem of the First Order emblazoned on his left shoulder, while his collar titles signified his rank. The First Order was very much a traditionalist organization, in favor of symmetry, simplicity and sharp uniformity, so they probably wouldn't be looking to veer from their traditional designs too much tonight. However, Ludolf was eager to see what San Guinem had to offer.

He was accompanied by Miss Choi, who had stepped out of the General's personal transport behind him, with the aid of one of his black-gloved hands. Of course, she would be acting in her official capacity as a celebrity and not as the General's date for the evening, although the reality of the situation would be much different. There was a nagging part of Ludolf that wished things could be different; after the ordeal they had been through on Lanteeb, Ludolf found it more difficult to hide his relationship with Marzena.

As the pair moved towards the venue, Ludolf turned back to Marzena and offered her a reassuring smile.

"It will be nice to not have to worry about an invasion for an evening, won't it?" Then, Ludolf peered through the doors. The evening's host should be just inside.

 

[Marzena Vaas]

Marzena was actually arriving to a party on time; it felt a bit odd to stray from her habit of arriving late. The celebrity usually liked to make her appearance after a majority of the other guests had arrived, as it ensured a great amount of fanfare and drama. However, tonight wasn’t about stealing the spotlight, but rather to celebrate the launch of San Guinem Textum. The real reason behind her prompt arrival was due to the presence of General Vaas and his penchant for keeping to a tight schedule. She had been very happy when he had come to collect her at home; it had given them a chance to enjoy each other’s company before departing, even if Marzena had spent most of that time fussing over her appearance.

Her finely manicured fingers delicately curled around Ludolf’s gloved hand as she accepted his assistance, and then stepped out of the transport. She took a moment just to admire him, standing there in his dark uniform, looking as handsome as ever. Ludolf was the image of authority, and Marzena was confident that no one else could represent the First Order quite like he could. And she would be there at his side to do her duty as a pop icon, and as a member of the First Artists Guild. It was the first time the two had been invited out to a formal gathering since the start of their secret relationship, and the thought of attending as two separate parties did feel strange. However, she found comfort in the fact that General Vaas would later escort her home, and then remain there with her for the rest of the night.

Marzena’s dress billowed lightly in the breeze as they approached the venue; she wasn’t used to wearing something so flowy. She normally favored dresses made of satin, as it was a very luxurious fabric that worked well with structured designs, and held up to a bit of embellishment. However, tonight she had opted for dress crafted out of soft chiffon and airy tulle; it was a lovely custom design by [member="Claire Organa"] of Contessa. Although the light blue fabric was slightly sheer, it didn’t leave the celebrity looking too exposed... but it did reveal just a hint of skin and the suggestion of her silhouette beneath. Marzena had styled her long, dark tresses into an elaborate up-do that highlighted the graceful line of her neck and bare shoulders.

She paused when Ludolf turned to speak, and her rose hued lips curved into a smile.

“Yes, it will be a nice change of pace. I daresay without any explosions or terrorists, it might even be a bit too tame for us.” Marzena laughed, even though the situation on Lanteeb had actually not been funny at all, but had strengthened the bond that they shared.

Her dark eyes lingered on his lips for a moment, she wanted very much to kiss him, but she settled for giving his arm an affectionate squeeze. Her hand reluctantly fell back to her side as they passed through the door, and were soon greeted by a grand voice.

“You must be Valessia Brentioch,” Marzena smiled at their hostess, “It’s lovely to meet you. I’m Marzena Choi, and this is General Ludolf Vaas of the First Order.”

[member="Ludolf Vaas"], [member="Valessia Brentioch"]

 

[Valessia Brentioch]

"I assure you the pleasure is all mine." Valessia says politely and gestures, welcoming them both into the ballroom. "Please come in, and I hope you both enjoy the party and fashion show." She adds with a wink, and continues to welcome her other guests personally for at least another minute or two. She walks into the ballroom that is light in a brilliant hue of white. Along the back of the ballroom behind the band, a large stretch of black Kidron silk drapes down to the floor.

Refreshments opposite the silk drape, and along the other walls were banners representing various companies and factions from Valessia's family's Brentioch Luxum Velum Luxury Liners, to Brentaal IV's Nobility banners, One Sith and First Order banners were also on display along with San Guinem's own being the largest of all the banners being displayed. In the center of the ballroom a holographic projection of a Rebellion-era Imperial Star Destroyer.

A second Chiss servant was waved over. "Have you handed out the fabric samples?" Valessia inquires, and the Chiss servant shakes her head a bit nervously. "Have them distributed among the party guest, please."

The young lass dashes off toward the back door that leads into the kitchen and office area behind the ballroom. More beverages arrive from the first Chiss servant while four Zabraks bearing appetizers make their away throughout the throng of guests. Along the ballroom's floor lines that marked the would be runway are evident as Valessia checks with a human representative of Bespin. They're ensuring that there would be enough chairs for everyone.

The second Chiss lass returns with a third one, and they both get about to handing out fabric samples.

San Guniem had begun a new approach to the usage of cortosis, fabrics were layered albeit thinly so. They were woven with shell spider and another piece was woven with a material that had normally been used for backpacks but had undergone quite the refining to provide some heat absorption from the sun. Where being posted on planets like Tatooine could be more than a chore to outfit. A third made it so being posted on planets like Hoth weren't nearly as dreadful. These cloths not only acted for all-weather cloaks but with the cortosis so uniquely lined in - troops could worry less about lightsabres. Heavier fabrics were not yet ready for show as they were being worked to incorporate a more effective blaster rifle absorption and deflection rate, as noted on the last card.

Yvaine makes her way toward Valessia cornering her between the back door and a table of holocards. "Glistaweb refinement? Just where are you getting the glistaweb from?"

"Everywhere and anywhere willing to sell." She whispers, grabbing two glasses of champagne from a tray heading out toward the guests. Handing one to Yvaine she says. "Drink up, darling. You're worrying yourself into old age."

"Please." The redhead retorts. "Says the woman who's practically on her knees to the Empire's hellspawns."

Valessia leans in rather close. "Last I checked making a sale wasn't a sin, Yvaine."

"You could sell to the Republic." She says in a more sultry tone.

Pulling away from Yvaine, Valessia shakes her head. "No."

"Tell me then, what is it that so possesses you to sell the likes of the First Order?"

"Order, discipline,... Power." She takes a sip of her champagne.

Pulling her own glass from her lips, Yvaine replies. "Does not the Republic offer these things as well?"

"Not nearly with enough finesse, not nearly enough." She says giving Yvaine's shoulder a light squeeze. "Excuse me dear, I have guests to tend to, shall we speak in private - my chambers? Or is your brother available, perhaps?"

Yvaine groans. "He's married."

"That's never stopped him before." Valessia winks with a cheeky grin, delighting in Yvaine's facial expression and the need to drink the rest of her champagne in one gulp. Approaching each guests she asks how they're doing, and of course goes out of her way to speak with Marzena Choi - who wouldn't. "Ms. Choi." She says and politely excuses herself, "pardon me, just wanted to see how you were doing - and you as well General Vaas."

[member="Marzena Choi"], [member="Ludolf Vaas"]

 

[Ludolf Vaas]

Ludolf turned a lip up at Marzena's comment. "Let's not speak too soon, darling."

There were occasions when Ludolf's chiseled, rocky face bore a smile, usually around Marzena. His chilly demeanor was not always evident when around her, and the same could be said tonight as the General entered the ballroom, greeted by the usual glamorous decor he had come to expect from events like these. Normally he was a military leader, not entirely used to dealing with artists, stylists or fabric designers, especially female ones, but Marzena seemed to have softened him up just enough to make him more approachable by Valessia Brentioch. She had been at the door, and had greeted them immediately upon their arrival.

"I'm sure we will enjoy ourselves, Ms. Brentioch. Thank you," He inclined his head reverently and stepped further inside, with Ms. Choi along his arm.

As the hostess stepped away to take care of other business, Ludolf found a nearby waiter, who supplied the couple with two flutes of the evening's champagne. Swilling it around in the glass delicately before taking a sip, Ludolf's attention diverted to some of the sample fabrics that were already being passed around before the show. As one came nearby, Vaas and Marzena moved closer so that he could inspect it. It seemed that Brentioch's company was not simply interested in providing fashionable formal dress for the First Order, but actual combat-effective gear as well. This particular sample was interesting.

"It appears to be woven with cortosis... very finely," He said to Marzena, while glazing a gloved hand across the fabric. "Feel this. It's the strongest material in the galaxy, and yet, so soft." As he urged Marzena to feel the material, Ludolf's hand behind her back dropped lower, whether intentionally or not, and brushed lightly against her behind.

The covert gesture, which could easily be interpreted as flirtatious, was interrupted as Valessia returned to engage with them.

"This is a fine party you've put on, Miss Brentioch," He said to her with a good-natured smile. "I must admit I am interested in these materials you've provided. Cortosis-woven, is it? And this material is designed to be worn underneath the armor?"

[member="Valessia Brentioch"]
[member="Marzena Choi"]

 

[Marzena Vaas]

The scene waiting for them in the ballroom was quite lavish, and Marzena approved of the stylish decor. It was very clear that Valessia had exquisite taste. The live music, prompt service, and wide array of refreshments made for a very warm and inviting atmosphere. As their hostess remained behind to continue greeting her guests, Marzena walked alongside General Vaas, and it appeared that the pair had attracted a good deal of attention. As they moved through the crowd, Marzena did her part to smile brightly and greet those they passed, especially the socialites that had become familiar during her time here on Bespin. It wasn’t long before she and Ludolf found a spot to settle, and a moment later she found a flute of fine champagne in her slender hand.

This was usually the point where Marzena would find herself surrounded by fans, well-wishers, and those that hoped to make a good impression upon a celebrity. However, the presence of General Vaas at her side seemed to be keeping the other guests at bay. Even though Ludolf’s demeanor was warmer than usual, he was still an intimidating figure, but that didn’t stop some of the men from letting their eyes linger on Marzena... perhaps a bit longer than some of their dates would have liked. As she looked around, she could easily see that she wasn’t the only one that had eyes upon her; a small group of women seemed to be eyeing Ludolf and she could hear them giggling in the background. But Marzena wasn’t bothered; it only made her smile grow.

Her attention turned to the business at hand, as she and Ludolf were presented with a fabric swatch. She leaned in as she listened to Ludolf speak, and she found her gaze shifting away from the sample to watch him. Though they came from completely different backgrounds, their worlds were colliding tonight, and they stood in a place where Marzena’s love of fashion met Ludolf’s military interests. It was odd to see him so interested in a piece of fabric, but the sight was so charming that she couldn’t help but grin. She felt his touch upon her back, as he urged her forward slightly to touch the fabric, and she let the material fall between her thumb and forefinger. She knew very little about cortosis, but she certainly did recognize quality when she saw it.

“Quite impressive,” She said with a nod, and her eyelashes fluttered as she felt Ludolf’s hand dip towards her backside. Could it be that her flirtatious ways were rubbing off on him? There was little time to muse further, as she turned to see that their hostess had returned to check on them. Marzena shook off her surprise in favor of a pleasant smile.

“Yes, everything is splendid,” She assured Valessia. “And I’m looking forward to your show tonight.”

Marzena had recently seen many of the presentations at Fashion Week on Spira, and was a well-informed critic when it came to fashion shows. She took a small sip of champagne and listened as Ludolf inquired about the fabric sample in front of them, she was interested to learn more as well.

[member="Ludolf Vaas"], [member="Valessia Brentioch"]

 

[Valessia Brentioch]

Valessia takes the time to acknowledge Marzena. "It's certainly going to be a show stopper." There's a knowing smile on the Brentalaan's face as she then looks at General Vaas, she nods. "Yes." Not wanting to give everything away. Although she suspects if he is intrigued by this he'd be even more intrigued by what San Guinem had brewing in their design laboratories. "Right now we're working on a way to marry this with our upcoming heavier designs."

"Tonight you'll see the designs but the materials are fairly plain, I'm still looking for the proper." Valessia takes a moment to find the word. "Settlement that can support such a factory." Taking a step back, the fashion designer looks at the General's dress. "If you like the fabrics here, you'll love how we've decided to implement them in tonight's show for our dress uniforms."

There's another guest that starts an approach for the designer, so she takes her bow from the two. "Excuse me, you two enjoy the evening and please. If you see anything that either of you like, feel free to summon me." Taking her leave she heads toward said guest, to speak with them and once more discuss fabrics and to say she refuses to give away her secrets. San Guinem Textum's design team consisted of very few people, Valessia headed up most everything within the company. In fact, as one browsed through the company's history... You would be hard pressed to find more than four or five people in any one department. Their factory was a small one on Brentaal IV itself but with Valessia's time split between San Guinem and her parents' Luxum Velum. It's a wonder how she managed to get anything done, almost... Unnatural.

Then again, she spent little on her own wardrobe and did more to ensure the care of her employees. Happy employees led to employees who are almost always willing to do what she asked. Speaking of. "Assemble the guests to their chairs." She informs the Zabrak servants and then nods to the Chiss servants who begin to clean up. Valessia marches forward as the guests are seen to their chairs and the runway rises from the floor. The band quiets down as she reaches a set of stairs her gown contrasts with the black silk drapes behind her.

Now atop the runway, just off to the side a light dawns on her. "Good evening, and welcome to the launch of San Guinem Textum." She leads the applause. "San Guinem Textum stands before you as a new leader in textile design, and while I can stand up here and talk until I've gone blue in the face. Why don't I show you what it is that we've done here at San Guinem. First we shall display for you our selection of dress uniforms intended for military balls, parades, formal events and other occasions that may demand it." She pauses for a moment, to let everyone catch up as the lights on the runway begin to illuminate. "Unfortunately our galaxy is constantly at war, and we must ensure that our military members are safe at all times regardless of the uniforms that they wear."

The first to appear was a rather handsome chap, his uniform design was simple with rank displayed in proper Imperial fashion. His yellow cord marking his armored or engineer division status, he stood at ease at the very end of the platform. About faced and then marched back toward Valessia only this time he turned away from her. So that he stood opposite, displayed for all to see. Next was a female, instead of gold her color was purple to signify her medical and/or science service. She wore no cord if only so San Guinem could show their various designs.

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Every part of the uniform had been detailed just so. Holo displays lighted up around her just as it did the previous model to explain to those who were not familiar with military jargon as to what everything meant. Valessia's cortsis-woven fabrics and other materials featured in her sample booklet began to make their shine here. Next up a set of three humans, each wearing a blue coded uniform one with a blue and yellow cord and another with a simple blue cord and again one without. All wore hats that hailed to the days of the Old Republic, rather Old Sith Empire. With an improvement of course these were more fitting, dashing and all had the emblazoned First Order emblem. These blue coded men and women, represented the all important TIE fighters, some would say the bulk of the fighters right next to the infantry...

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Here now, came the all important infantrymen and women, the troopers who were without a doubt the bulk of any military force. The light at some parts made them seem almost green, but in the proper show they were grey. In fact, it was a bit of both San Guinem designed these so that the infantry could still make use of camouflage even at an event like this if they were forced to act as they do on the battlefield.

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As they marched to assemble next to the others a pair of women came out to show the covert operations dress uniform. Intelligence, or as some might call them the clean up crew of the galaxy constantly fixing what the Sith left behind. Working in the shadows, the underground or wherever it was they were called. Their uniforms were modified so that they could engage in stealth mode at the drop of a hat. Unfortunately due to San Guinem's limited funding and access the two on display were the only two functioning uniforms, as Valessia mentions she is striving to find a way to incorporate superior force stealth technology into the fabric itself.

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Finally marched in the last two, a man and a woman. They marched in such a way that it commanded your attention, one wore uniforms much like the others only with red piping. While the other was fiercely decorated, it was then displayed that the red would be those in command, the Admirals, and Grand Admirals. Those who commanded such attention, who had earned the right to be where they were. Cords matched the history of their service record if they had so earned them. The second, wore gold - not yellow like the engineer or a member of the armored division. No, this gold commanded much respect, a Grand Moff perhaps.

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"Now these colors were chosen as a way to show our palette." Valessia says drawing attention back her way as the models assemble behind the others that had lined up. "Our uniforms can be redesigned to our customer's exact needs and wants from color elements right down to the placing of rank, ribbons, medals and unit patches. Our biggest push was to ensure that no matter where our military members might be that they would always be protected."


[member="Ludolf Vaas"], [member="Marzena Choi"]

OOC: Images from, Emperor's Hammer (x)

 

[Ludolf Vaas]

Ludolf raised an eyebrow at [member="Valessia Brentioch"]'s notion of 'heavier designs' - he wasn't quite sure what she meant by that, but the notion had piqued his interest. Was San Guinem also involved in making battlefield armor? For now, General Vaas would focus on what Valessia had brought as a showcase for San Guinem tonight. He had also caught her hint about finding a proper location for her textile factories. It was apparent that Ms. Brentioch was interested in doing business with the First Order, perhaps exclusively, as evidenced by the large First Order banner that hung in the hall, as an obvious hat-tip to San Guinem's potential customers. Was this merely a show that Brentioch put on for all of her customers? Regardless, Ludolf would not object to the ends to which San Guinem went to cater to the First Order.

As Valessia slipped away to make what seemed to be some last-minute preparations, Ludolf was left alone with Marzena. Here there was time for some idle small talk as General Vaas checked his watch; he was about to ask Marzena where she planned on staying after the ball, when a Zabrak appeared to wrangle the guests into their seats.

"Ah, it seems the show is about to finally begin," Ludolf remarked, as his gloved hand found Marzena's waist and began to escort her to the front-row seats designated for them. When they sat, Ludolf's hand fell to clasp Marzena's possessively, resting in her lap. Even in public, although the extent of their relationship was a secret, it was apparent to the casual observer that there was something going on between them. Of course, Ludolf had no desire to feed into the rumors, but he had come to know Marzena as his special confidant, and his natural inclinations seemed to overtake him in public, as he wished to always hold possession of her. If pressed, he would simply dismiss it as courtesy; after all, it was simply polite to hold hands with one's date, even if their relationship was strictly platonic - which theirs most certainly was not.

Finally the show began, and Ludolf said nothing as the uniforms rolled out, one after the other. His signature stoic face emerged, and with his hand cradling his chin delicately, he looked more as though he was studying a math problem than observing a fashion show. The odds and ends of the uniforms would certainly need to be redesigned to fit the First Order, but Ludolf was liking what he saw. San Guinem Textum seemed to have managed to blend aesthetic with practicality, emphasizing protection even in military dress uniforms. General Vaas would certainly not turn down that idea, although the issue of cost would have to be discussed. And of course Marzena, being an expert in fashion, would be able to temper his opinions about the aesthetic quality of the uniforms.

Which is why Ludolf turned to her immediately after the show concluded. "And what did you think, Miss Choi?" He asked her, the hint of a playful smile forming on his lips as he referred to her formally, knowing he was within earshot to other dignitaries.

Regardless, he would have to approach Valessia as well. San Guinem Textum was clearly interested in the First Order's business, and the First Order might indeed be convinced to oblige.

[member="Marzena Choi"]

 

[Marzena Vaas]

Marzena’s smile grew as Valessia hinted that they would be in for quite a show this evening. It was clear that San Guinem had set the bar high, and Marzena’s expectations climbed to match. She stood quietly sipping her champagne at Ludolf’s side as Valessia turned to address his questions. It certainly did seem like their hostess was a cunning and savvy business woman, as she skillfully revealed an inkling of her desire to operate within First Order space. She nodded politely as Valessia excused herself to see to the preparations for the runway.

And then the two lovers were left to their own devices, which gave Marzena a brief moment to check her appearance in the small mirror of her compact. She pulled a lipstick bullet from her clutch bag and applied a fresh coat, it was the very same shade of red that she had worn the night she’d met Ludolf. Since they were alone, she stepped closer to him, but just enough to so that the side of her arm brushed against his. But they were not able to indulge in their quiet moment for long, and she felt Ludolf's hand slide onto her waist, guiding her gently towards the first row of chairs.

As she gracefully lowered herself into the chair and crossed her legs, she felt Ludolf's strong hand grasp hers and together they came to rest upon her lap. She took it as a sign of his affection, and perhaps a subtle signal to the other men present that they should not approach her. Her gaze shifted up towards Ludolf's face, it was difficult to look at him without a certain amount of fondness in her eyes. One might think that she simply looked at the General with admiration, and she did admire him greatly, but there was much more hidden beneath the surface. While she knew full well that it would benefit her career to appear unattached, deep down she craved to show others that she was his and his alone.

Marzena turned her attention towards the stage when the lights beamed down to illuminated Valessia's form, and she listened as the designer introduced her line. As the first designs made their way down the runway, she almost let go of Ludolf's hand to clap, as she did at Fashion Week... However, a quick look around made her pause. Most of the guests, including General Vaas, looked thoughtful and restrained. So, Marzena let her focus turn to the fine details of the uniforms. Immediately the colored piping and notions stood out to her, but she was one that always liked embellishments. The clean lines accentuated the sharpness of the male model's shoulders, giving him a distinct and powerful appearance. Likewise, the uniforms featured on the female models were just as crisp, and she approved of the seam lines that had been carefully tailored for their bodies. The designs kept coming, and they did not disappoint, each as impressive and skillfully crafted as the next.

The room lit up once more when the show came to a close, and she turned as Ludolf addressed her formally. Marzena caught sight of the playful look on his face and grinned back at him. All of this business about hiding their relationship was just a bit naughty... But that only added to their fun.

"I would say that San Guinem Textum put out a very strong showing," She said nodding, and gave his hand a squeeze. "I certainly did like that Ms. Brentioch was able to incorporate color in a way that didn't look cheap or gimmicky. While I do like the dark shades of your current uniform," Marzena's free hand reached up, and her fingers gently traced along the neatly pressed seam on Ludolf's broad shoulder. "I do feel that formal dress should be special." She didn't make mention of the protective properties, but this added benefit did please her, for she had found herself worrying whenever she parted ways with Ludolf.

"You would look ever so handsome in any of her designs," Marzena bit her bottom lip just slightly for a moment, her eyes glinting darkly at General Vaas. "And should you choose any of San Guinem's work, you must promise to model for me."

[member="Ludolf Vaas"], [member="Valessia Brentioch"]

 

[Valessia Brentioch]

The first line of the show went well, Valessia could see a few stir within the crowd. She motions for the models to depart the stage. "Now ladies and gentlemen allow me to begin the second phase of tonight's show." Just as a holo is displayed against the black curtain.

L E G A C Y. Displays along the width of the holo, a small vid begins with footage from as far back as the old Sith Empire. Lehon. Rakata Prime. Taris. Dromund Kaas. Were just a few of the planets shown on the vid.

O R D E R. Heavy armor from various era of Troopers were on the vid now, and it spoke of Valessia's own personal commitment to both legacy and order. What that meant to her, and what it meant for San Guinem.

D I S C I P L I N E. Now came the showing of what it took to produce a lot of tonight's show. Their only working factory, wasn't truly a factory all on to their own.

Neither had been any of their offices, but rather re-purposed portions or buildings that belonged to Brentioch Luxem Velum. The luxury liner manufacturer who boasted hand made liners with state of the art equipment, and that was true but it also meant a lot of previous equipment, buildings, offices and even employees were reorganized. Valessia simply took what her parents left behind and reworked them to her own design.

I N N O V A T I O N. Was the next and final word that displayed taking what one might know of fabrics, production and manufacturing and turning it in on itself. Taking materials that one might have studied about, worked with and working to find a way to incorporate them into a new beginning.

Finally, on the vid it displayed your typical heavy armor and gave a quick run down on how they were normally constructed. Then Valessia's voice broke in. "As you can see tonight just from your fabric samples, we here at San Guinem do not produce your average fabrics. If it is the one thing my parents have taught me, it is do not put off what you can do by hand to that of a machine." Meaning. "Quality is not achieved in a large scale manufactorum. To that end allow me to show you, tonight our prototype - a design that brings us back to the Sith Empire. Ladies and gentlemen, San Guinem's Sith Trooper."

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The singular solider broke through the curtains and stood in the middle of the runway. He was a large fellow, and had on his shoulder emblazoned the emblem of the First Order. "I have taken all that I know of fabrication from my work at Velum. I studied and broke down the works of traditional armor. I myself, personally ventured to Lehon and Rakata Prime to fetch the relics that became the mold for this fine armor before you."

This spectacular presentation was a combination of a lot of different materials, underneath the obvious armored parts had been the exact materials she had shown earlier, only thicker. Reinforced with a particular hide, a silk really shell-spider silk aligned with small portions of glistaweb that fused it to the armor itself. Regular chitin armor had been broken down, as had your typical Dura-Armor. Reformed into plastoid mold with techniques borrowed from Creshaldyne Industries. Cortosis was the final addition as Durasteel components made up the last of the heavy armor. It was only a prototype and could certainly use refinement - but again, a lack of funding had seen it end. Of course the shine it gave was more than impressive, Valessia stayed up hours ensuring it would be everything she had dreamed of as a girl.

"The formula is still in the works, what you see before you is quite literally the eight draft of the suit. Down to the last of our materials. We wanted to show you what we are about, what we here at San Guinem are dedicated to." A moment as a few of the guests approached the runway. "The legacy of the Sith Empire, the order and discipline of the Galactic Empire and lastly the innovation of groups such as the First Order."

[member="Marzena Choi"], [member="Ludolf Vaas"]

 

[Ludolf Vaas]

[member="Marzena Choi"]

It took a fair amount of restraint for Ludolf to keep his hand resting upon Marzena's lap alone. It had in fact been far too long since the two of them had procured any time alone, and it was even beginning to wear on a man of Ludolf's composure. But still, if anyone was emblematic of restraint, it was General Vaas, and so the man made very little indication of his desires, save for a protective, possessive squeezing of Marzena's hand throughout the show, perhaps with a stronger grip than usual. At the end of the day he was still a red-blooded male, and it was hard to see her dressed to the nines without a tinge of excitement creeping up in his chest.

Once the show reached a short intermission, they had a chance to exchange words. Ludolf smiled. "Black is the signature color of the First Order. We cannot abandon our standard," He said in reference to his uniform, which was, predictably as always, a crisp display of black. "But I'm not opposed to different colored piping to differentiate branches of service. It could look pleasing."

Although he and Marzena were from radically different backgrounds and walks of life, the realm of aesthetic was an interesting point of convergence between the two. Both singers and military junta leaders could evidently find common ground in placing great importance on appearances, it seemed.

"I should like to model something for you tonight," Ludolf's eyes met Marzena's as he let his low, sultry invitation of flirtatiousness slip from his lips, although the moment was not allowed to linger for longer than a second, as the lights went dark again.

The anticipation would have to grow.

As San Guinem's video began to roll, Ludolf noted the fair bit of marketing to the First Order in particular. Although it was a rather obvious bit of customer pandering, Ludolf would not disdain the effort. San Guinem had evidently gone to great lengths to ensure that their message was of the same philosophical slant as the First Order. Of course, this could all be due to clever sales and advertisement tactics, but there was something different about [member="Valessia Brentioch"], Vaas thought. There was a passion in the San Guinem ads that carried with it a feeling of genuine belief rather than simply lip service, and it seemed as though Valessia herself believed in the values that her company was trying to uphold.

Once the show ended and the lights returned to normal again, General Vaas and others clapped at the performance. Painstakingly, he had to remove his hand from Marzena's to accomplish this. Once done, he stood to his feet and beckoned Miss Choi to follow.

"Come, let us find the show's procurator," He said.

Brentioch wasn't hard to find, and General Vaas managed to sneak into her field of vision before she became swamped with others looking for a few words.

"Miss Brentioch," He called to her, once again with Marzena at his side. Standing tall before her, Vaas let free the slightest hint of a smile. "Judging from your company's presentation tonight, one might take you for a former Imperial yourself."

 

[Marzena Vaas]

As they sat surrounded by people on all sides, it made her realize just how much she had missed Ludolf. It was difficult to carry on a relationship living on two separate worlds, finding whatever time they could between work schedules and social engagements, but it made her truly cherish their time together. Before the intermission came to a close, she heard the deep voice of General Vaas, his words spoken in that low, irresistible tone that never failed to make her weak in the knees. His enticing offer made it clear that she had an enjoyable night to look forward to. She could feel her heart start to race, and knew that a flush of color was beginning to wash over her cheeks, but romance would have to wait just a bit longer.

Marzena’s eyes remained locked with Ludolf’s until the lights went out once more, and she drew in a deep breath, willing her heart to be still long enough to concentrate on the second part of the presentation. The red words on the holo drew the attention of the audience, their murmuring fell into thoughtful silence. It was nice to see that San Guinem Textum obviously held strong ideals, a business that wasn’t simply out to mass produce product and reel in the credits. Marzena had always been attracted to brands that held quality above all else. However, it seemed that her expertise in fashion fabrics and designs would not aid her in forming an opinion of San Guinem’s Trooper armor, she would leave that to General Vaas. But it was rather shiny, and she did like that.

As the show came to a close, Ludolf’s hand gently separated from hers and she joined in the applause. She could already hear voices around her speaking in eager tones; all of them expressing their interest in San Guinem’s designs. Based on what she heard, it seemed that the show had been a smashing success. Marzena looked up in time to see that General Vaas was already on his feet and motioning for her to follow. She stood quickly and smoothed out the flowing skirt of her dress as she walked along behind him.

She came to stand dutifully next to Ludolf as he called out to Ms. Brentioch, and Marzena offered the designer a warm smile.

“Marvelous work, Ms. Brentioch,” She said with a nod, “Truly impressive.”

Marzena let her gaze wander about for a moment, hoping to see a waiter pass by with more champagne. She was used to having many sets of eyes upon her, so that she hardly noticed anymore... but Marzena did happen to notice tonight, for a man was staring very intently at her. Her eyes met his for a moment; it was a model from the show, recognizable even though he had changed out of the fine dressings of San Guinem. He flashed Marzena a charismatic smile, trying to use his charm to tempt her away from Ludolf’s side.

She only offered the man a slight smile, and politely turned her shoulder in his direction as she moved just a bit closer to General Vaas.

[member="Ludolf Vaas"], [member="Valessia Brentioch"]

 

[Valessia Brentioch]

When the presentation had concluded, Valessia informed her Chiss servants to have would-be investors speak with her a week from now. She wanted her investors of clear mind and conscious before investing with her. Although it would seem she had underestimated just how many of those in attendance would wish to speak with her directly. Not that she could blame them, anyone with the credits would want to speak with the proprietor and not a mere employee.

Thankfully, General Vaas commanded such a presence that when he managed to sneak into her view, others stepped away. "Yes, General Vaas." She greeted him in return, looking up to him as he spoke. Holding a tight-lipped smile she could only tell him. "The Empire runs through my veins, it feels." She took a moment to think of an appropriate phrase here. "It feels natural."

She delighted in Marzena's compliment, turning her attention toward the artist. "Thank you, Lady Choi I am most pleased to hear that you enjoyed the presentation." She took a step back and eyed Marzena's dress for a moment. "Your ladyship, if you wish. I would be more than delighted to work with you in the future, perhaps put together a line of formal wear?" A hand to her chin as she said with admiration. "You do have exquisite taste."

Valessia was about to turn and engage in further conversation with General Vaas, when Edra tapped her on the shoulder. It seemed urgent, "excuse me, enjoy the rest of the evening. General Vaas, if you have any further questions - feel free to inquire with me personally."

Turning away from the two, she walked along side Edra. "Yes, m'dear?"

"Your friend, Yvaine." Edra lets that sink in for a moment before she continued. "Was caught trying to send your formulas to the Republic."

A simmering rage boiled beneath her skin, those with any force sensitivity would feel it. Drawing the ire of a handful of those in the room though none could discern where it came from. Valessia marched toward the back, dispatching Edra to tend to her guests while she dealt with her friend.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we thank you for attending San Guinem's launch party." The Zabrak's rough voice broke through catching people's attentions. "If you are interested in, investing with us please contact us within a weeks time. Ms. Brentioch expresses her regret that she cannot take your requests or credits, personally."

There's a few bits of laughter, as a line of San Guinem security marched in behind her.

Spoiler

Most assumed this was some, prolonged portion of the show. Edra wanted to say otherwise but so long as Valessia could contain whatever it was she had in mind for Yvaine to the back, then she was okay with this. All she had to do was make sure the guests were okay and not dead.

[member="Marzena Choi"], [member="Ludolf Vaas"]

 

[Ludolf Vaas]

Ludolf canted his head to the side, returning [member="Valessia Brentioch"]'s smile with his own.

"As it flows within all of our veins, Lady Brentioch," Vaas answered her, "To be sure."

Virtually everyone in the room - save perhaps [member="Marzena Choi"], ironically - could lay claim to some kind of Imperial bloodline, or at least a distant connection to the ancient regime. Ludolf's own connection was distant; his parents were staunch Imperialists and had lived under the reign of the Sith Empire, but he could say nothing about whether or not his ancestors supported the old Empire, many hundreds of years ago. However, what Vaas lacked in family history he made up for with his peculiar past. He had begun life as a genetically engineered Agent for the Sith Empire, which carried with it nearly all the prestige of a Sith in the old Order. Because of these connections, he was hardly an outsider, though he may have lacked nobility.

It was somewhat comical that Valessia referred to Marzena as a ladyship - she was a celebrity, to be sure, but as of yet she held no rank of nobility within the First Order, although that could always be honorarily bestowed. Still, Ludolf saw how someone could make the mistake. His companion appeared simply radiant tonight, as she always did. It only made his head swell with more desire for her, thoughts which immediately needed to be pushed aside.

"I'm sure Marzena would quite enjoy a collaboration of some sort," Ludolf said to Valessia. "She's quite involved with her fashion all the time."

Then, Ludolf was about to redirect the conversation back towards business matters. San Guinem Textum needed to come under the wing of the First Order, and General Vaas was about to see to that. However, an attendant whispered something apparently dire into Brentioch's ear, and soon afterwards Valessia whisked herself away with a curt apology. The General watched her scuttle off, and then squinted as the message came over the loudspeaker which imparted that the show was basically over.

"Hmm..." The General's deep voice bellowed as he turned to Marzena with a studious face. "How disappointing. I would have liked to have secured a deal with her before the night was over."

With a hint of displeasure in his face, Ludolf studied the surroundings for a few more moments, before finally putting his arm possessively around Marzena's waist, his hand sliding close to her backside. At least some things didn't have to end tonight.

"Well then. Shall we go, and make good on those promises from earlier?"

 

[Marzena Vaas]

Marzena stood quietly and listened as Ludolf and Valessia exchanged words, the tips of her fingers brushed lightly against the soft fabric of her dress. Her hand was restless and desperately wanted to clasp Ludolf’s again, but she took in a slow breath and made sure that it held fast to her side. She looked up again when Valessia addressed her, dark eyes lit up upon hearing the designer’s offer to collaborate. And then her smile grew wider, genuinely pleased that Valessia complimented her level of taste. Marzena adored compliments; it was one of the fastest ways to her good side.

She didn’t bat an eyelash at being referred to as ‘your ladyship’, even if she wasn’t royalty, she did fancy herself a bit like a noble... at least in her own mind. But it did play to her air of importance, and she would certainly not object.

Ludolf spoke up for her and he was right. Of course, he had seen her affinity for fashion first hand; it took the form of a very full closet, shopping bags, and the latest designer goods.

“I would love to work with you,” She beamed, “I’ll be in touch.”

Though she was very excited to speak with Ms. Brentioch in more detail, this was not her night to do so. She didn’t want to step on General Vaas’ toes, and trample over his opportunity to deal with San Guinem. However, it seemed that he would not get the chance after all... Marzena’s red lips parted in surprise as she watched Valessia slip away, urgency apparent in her movements as she went out of sight. She turned a wide-eyed look in Ludolf’s direction as the announcement came over the speakers and seemed to bring the night to a close.

Oh well, when one party ended, it only meant that there would be another starting soon.

As Ludolf turned and expressed his disappointment, her hand finally reached out and touched his arm affectionately. She didn’t like seeing the displeased look on his handsome face, but she knew that she could turn that around quickly, just as soon as they could make their departure. As if on cue, she felt Ludolf’s arm around her and she nodded at his invitation.

“Indeed,” She purred up at him, “Let’s go.”

The couple made their way to the door and back out into the night, leaving the opulent ballroom behind them, and a few stares in their wake.

[member="Ludolf Vaas"], [member="Valessia Brentioch"]

 

[Valessia Brentioch]

Theme: Jess Glynne, Take Me Home​

"Why?" Valessia asked, and then she demands, "why!"

Her voice was raised, and Yvaine stands there guarded by her friend's own personal guard unit. Dressed as if they were chrome troopers of a former era. Such eccentricities and all Yvaine could do was look her friend, her lifelong friend in the eyes. Swallowing hard she didn't know if there had been a proper answer for it. "Because I cannot sit idle while you pander to the Empire's bastard."

"I am conducting business." She replies, "and who invests in my business is none of your concern, why would..." The brunette is beyond hurt, and confused. Yvaine had been more than a friend, as it typically was of Valessia. Yvaine was a lover, a partner, and a confidant. She had been there as Valessia spent time building her company. Yvaine had been the sweet whispers in the morning. The evening's comfort, and a bitter political rival as they both fought for their houses to rule Brentaal IV as a whole rather than the current system as it was.

Yvaine is silent, she doesn't answer directly. Looking away from Valessia's gaze as she can feel the sting. Valessia's eyes reel in the pain, she's not sure that the scion of house Brentioch had ever seen this coming. "You bow to those dogs." The words are not her undoing, it is her voice. The lack of conviction, she cannot stomach what she had done, what she had been caught doing. For most of the evening, she wasn't sure she'd actually do this, but then she uncovered her friend's journals. She was going to go beyond simple things, Valessia wanted to go after ultrachrome. It would have not only been dangerous, but it would put both the First Order and San Guinem far above anything house Dajaal could even come up with.

"No." She puts a finger to Yvaine's lips. "This goes deeper than the frivolities of our factions." There's a shake in her breath, as she realizes. She realizes that this entire time, from the night - from... Valessia recoils from Yvaine. Looking at her in horror, there had been a dark time in Valessia's life. Between a divorce and hiding a secret that would bring her to her knees, a child. Years ago, the noblewoman had given birth to a beautiful little girl. She could not afford the scandal that it would bring, for her husband was not the child's father. With Yvaine's support, Valessia gave the girl who she called Ryana up for adoption.

She had done so with Yvaine's help. Soon, she and Yvaine grew close and now, to see. To see that the purpose of this was not to befriend, love or comfort her. It was to betray her. Valessia closes her eyes, "you wanted to bring me down." Her voice is quiet, filled with pain. It quivers and she's breaking, she's breaking in a way she hadn't thought possible. "You."

"Lessie." Yvaine's whisper escapes her lips, she wants to hold her but she knows better.

"Leave us." Valessia demands of her guards, "inform my servant Edra to prepare our suite."

Her guard's nod and depart. Chrome troopers secure the ballroom, as the last of the evening guests leave. And, slowly, ever so slowly she takes Yvaine by the hand and leads her out from the back and out onto the empty floor that had once held her party guests. That was once filled with life, and now as the band plays a final song she too dances a final dance. Her hand at the small of Yvaine's back. She is quiet, eerily so. All Valessia wants to do is rewind time, to go back to when she had been blissfully ignorant of this.

Yvaine on her part knew their game. The bravado they held in public, washed away as the doors to the ballroom closed. She pulled Valessia into her embrace. She knew what this was, she knew what laid ahead of her. "Do what you must, it is what I would do, my love." Her breath was warm, as it brushes past Valessia's ear. There are tears but they're quiet, as they hold onto each other. It is not something either of them wish to do.

"Not yet." Valessia replied as she placed her head against Yvaine's chest. Yvaine always stood taller than her, even without their heels. Yvaine a blonde haired, blue eyed, high cheek boned beauty. She was older than Valessia and had always been the object of her affection when they were children. Yvaine had always been more cautious offering a balance to Valessia's adventurous side. Yvaine placed her hand under Valessia's chin, lifting it up so that they could see each other. So that Yvaine could finally look Valessia in the eyes. "Death would be too easy."

Yvaine stood, she stood and waited. She knew whatever it was that Valessia was going to give to her, would be it. She'd accept it, no matter how painful, no matter how brash. If only because she punished herself, for you see - she felt shame, shame for what she had done went far beyond tonight's simple betrayal. She had been the one to trigger the traps, you see she had followed Valessia down into the tomb on Dromund Kaas when they were children. She had been the one to slay their mutual friend a child of House Curovao.

"It's not what you deserve." Her voice turned dark, and as she pushed herself away from Yvaine, she held out her hand. A swirl of purple smoke formed in her hand. "You will not be rewarded with a coward's way out." With her hand outstretched she released the smoke. It wasn't more than a second or two for it to strike, and so Valessia sauntered forward taking her hand to Yvaine's chin as she pulled her former lover down. Whispering her orders. "You will confess your crime to the other noble houses on Brentaal IV. You will then forget me, forget your family, and live your life into an old age as a spinster."

Hot, bitter words spilled from her lips. Yvaine stood there for a moment and blinked. In her life, she had seen this done before from Valessia at least once or twice. Her mind somewhat affected by this, turned against her. Yvaine pleaded in her own head to fight the influence. Whatever was in the tomb that day, had gotten into Valessia giving her a dangerous, persuasive touch. She watched as Valessia departed with her entourage, helpless to do anything else but obey the words fed into her mind.

From there she turned her back on Yvaine, marching out of the ballroom. So she marched with the six of them behind her. Most of whom she passed by had already left the party, they lingered in the corridor and wondered what was the cause for Valessia's march. Edra, her servant was the last, dotting the line behind them. Chiss and zabrak servants from the ball followed after as they headed for the Luxem Velum suite elsewhere on Cloud City.

 

[Valessia Brentioch]

SAN GUINEM TEXTUM'S LAUNCH IS CONSIDERED A SUCCESS. INVESTORS OF VARIOUS​

ORGANIZATIONS, FACTIONS AND COMPANIES SEEK TO SPEAK WITH THE SCION​

OF HOUSE BRENTIOCH. VALESSIA REELING FROM YVAINE'S BETRAYAL HIDES​

AWAY IN HER SUITE. TAKING LITTLE COMFORT FROM THE NEWS THAT​

HOUSE DAJAAL HAS FORFEITED YVAINE'S PROPERTIES AND SHIP TO HER. FOR NOW​

THE NOBLEWOMAN SETS HER SIGHTS ON THE RESTRICTED MATERIAL KNOWN AS ULTRACHROME...​

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