Meet and Greet (D5, LA)

[Mir]

Hearing Mir's question, the Sith turned to him. His very presence felt cold and... wrong. And the voice, while not a droid's, seemed to lack something. "Ah, what a poor host I am indeed. I am Lord Destrust, of the Sith Empire. But please, think of me as a fellow student of the Force. Like all of you."

He gave a brief and shallow bow. "And my apologies for the little incident with my students last night. It is so typical of youth to do such foolish acts, but as fellow youths, I am sure you understand," he said as if on cue as Drascovina entered.

Mir's ears flattened against his skull beneath his robes. "Mir." the farghul muttered in return. "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi" He looked around for a sign of them all to being locked in for an ambush. "Well, I was told to be kind to kindly people. Maybe lady Dragobina was late to the class where this was taught?" Having hard time with names, Mir hadn't quite picked Drascovina's name the other night.

[Farissa Kho]

Farissa cleared her throat. "That would be the Force Vergence," she clarified for the students that might be confused by the grandiose Sith.

[Ares Pax]

Ripe for the taking?! Seriously.

"Lord..." he glared into the purple light...Force, it was unsettling. "Are you planning on excavating an island, if you wish to take it? And you're a seer too?"

[Byron Mik]

Farissa cleared her throat. "That would be the Force Vergence," she clarified for the students that might be confused by the grandiose Sith.

Byron nodded again quietly as he observed the Sith Lord... he knew the man's reputation.

OOC: Success with a threat.

Lord Destrus - Knowledge Outer Rim - hard: 4eA+3eD 3 successes, 1 threat

[Mir]

Things slowly clicked in Mir's head as he heard Are accuse the Sith for planning to steal the Force platter of fish. Ooh the sneaky git wants all the fishy... the farghul mused to himself. Well, vergence or whatsitsname. He planted his fist against his palm and looked at Ares. The tall human was so smart.

[Silas Myles Pearson]

Silas arrived a bit late, though not because he really planned to. He was dressed stylishly; at least for the core worlds, and had a spent a bit more time on his appearance. Probably something his friends found a bit odd, but this was an event of sorts, and he was something of a designer now days. He couldn't exactly skip out on this, especially having commented on the Sith girls appearance the day before.

Glancing around he spotted Ares first, but didnt approach. His friend was talking to the weird looking sith lord after all.

[Byron Mik]

Byron finally spoke and said, “Thank you Lord Destrust, for this opportunity to meet with you and your students. The incident last night was no trouble, it happened just as the Force demanded it to happen.”

“Your students acted as they believed best and so did we and in the end all parted peacefully, the best we can hope for.”

When he mentioned the vergence he responded, “If our Masters and teachers feel we should explore the depths then we will follow suit. But mostly I am just pleased to have an opportunity to speak with a fellow student of the Force. I believe there is much we can learn from one and another, if we can put our prejudices aside.”

[Orgus Din]

Master Orgus arrived, wearing his usual plain Jedi robes.

Seeing his students talking to the Sith lord, he frowned thoughtfully, but made no move to approach. Not yet.

[Silas Myles Pearson]

This really wasn't Silas' jam, and some after a few more moments observing the crowd he moved across the room towards Corvin and Aina.

He did notice the Lady Malveaux on the way, and it caused a slight pause in his step. She was wearing that?! Should I let her know? after a second of hesitation he decided it was better not to, and instead continued his journey.

No real reason to open that can of worms.

[Hatoful GM]

Lady Drascovina frowned curiously at the refreshments. Some of them looked interesting, but she didn't feel like ordering one of her minions to fetch her something just yet.

With a sigh, she brought out an ornate red and black hand fan from the folds of her dress. She held it up near her lips as she surveyed the room once more.

[Silas Myles Pearson]

Okay, some things were acceptable to ignore, some things you just couldn't. The girl needed help and apparently none of her stooges had balls enough to tell her the truth.

Turning from his course, Silas approached the blonde sith, pausing a few steps away to offer her a polite nod. "Lady Malveaux, I'm Silas Pearson... I was wondering if you had a few moments to talk."

[Hatoful GM]

The blonde head swiveled. Blue eyes narrowed. The fan snapped suddenly closed, revealing... well, it seemed as though she was smiling at least.

"Silas... I see you know the appropriate form of address. How interesting." She purred. "You were at the restaurant last night, weren't you? No hard feelings, I trust."

[Faily]

Ripe for the taking?! Seriously.

"Lord..." he glared into the purple light...Force, it was unsettling. "Are you planning on excavating an island, if you wish to take it? And you're a seer too?"

"Excavation," the word echoed in his mouth. "That would be an adventurous and novel undertaking - but if an 'island' as you said, were to house a mystery, I would be at fault to leave it be. My apprentice would be wise to learn such young bravado from you - alas, he cares so little for these mysteries." Destrus motioned to the pureblood with the hood, who had not spoken so far.

Byron finally spoke and said, “Thank you Lord Destrust, for this opportunity to meet with you and your students. The incident last night was no trouble, it happened just as the Force demanded it to happen.”

“Your students acted as they believed best and so did we and in the end all parted peacefully, the best we can hope for.”

When he mentioned the vergence he responded, “If our Masters and teachers feel we should explore the depths then we will follow suit. But mostly I am just pleased to have an opportunity to speak with a fellow student of the Force. I believe there is much we can learn from one and another, if we can put our prejudices aside.”

"As the Force demanded it to happen," Destrus mused, as the purple light turned to Byron. "Such a slavish devotion to the Force, young student. You could be so much more if you were to make demands of the Force, rather than the other way around... ah, I see the legendary Plain Jedi has joined us. Master Orgus..." the name seemed to be drawn out as he spoke.

[Zizzy Roosh]

Zizzy was listening to the conversation with Lord Destrus. The purple of his mask was disconcerting. He was definitely involved in her vision. She wondered what his plans were for the vergence.

Seeing Master Orgus arrive she walked over to him. "Hi Master Orgus. Remind me to tell you later about something I saw yesterday.". The Sith seemed to have noticed his arrival too.

[Orgus Din]

"Lord Destrus." Orgus said, with a nod and a smile. His eyes seemed especially alert, staying on Destrus as he spoke. "It's been a while, hasn't it?"

Still, he always had a moment for his students. He gave Zizzy a quick acknowledging nod and smile, without the alert edge he'd given the Sith Lord.

[Byron Mik]

“Your conflicts with Master Orgus are legend, it seems the Force wishes for you both to be in orbit. You mentioned devotion to the Force, I don’t see myself as a servant of the Force only a servant of the people, the Force works through me, thus things happen as the Force demands of the universe as a whole since we are all connected,” he responded calmly.

“I liken it to gravity, we all have a certain amount of pull some greater than others, some will come into violent conflict while others will simply pass by. Some come into harmonious orbits…”

“I do not wish to make demands of the Force, only seek to be an instrument that acts in tune with it, if that makes sense to a fellow student,” he offered with no sarcasm.

[Silas Myles Pearson]

Smiles and purring? Did she think she was attractive in this get up? I mean sure she would probably be pretty if she dressed well, but at it were? It kinda reminded him of a wilted flower.

"Hard feelings? Not particularly no." He was pretty sure she had insulted him, but he was hard pressed to remember how. Though he did recall she said to watch her back. "I came by because I was... interested in your fashion choices. Is this type of clothing common in the empire?"

[Hatoful GM]

One eyebrow went up. "My dear Silas. I can understand how a Jedi might come to be interested in fashion. After all, your future looks rather like a brown robe, doesn't it?" Her lips twitched.

"But to answer your question, this type of clothing is not common in the Empire, no. It is most certainly a rarity. This style of dress is often found among the nobility of the Empire." Her eyes narrowed, even as her lips curled. "There are other styles, but those would hardly be appropriate for this sort of company."

[Silas Myles Pearson]

"Brown robes do have their good points." Silas replied with a grin. "But it's not like the order really requires us to wear them." The young man explained.

The revelation that hers was the style of Imperial nobility came as a shock. It was all so very terrible after all. Still he tried to voice his opinion as politically as possible. "I see... I suppose that explains why I think it looks so out of place. It's not something you would see at all on the Core Worlds."

[Hatoful GM]

"Indeed?" The eyebrow went back up. "And here I was given to understand that the Republic appreciated diversity. Is this not so?" Eyelashes fluttered at him.

After a moment, she chuckled. "I expect that, in certain circles, it would make quite a hit. Not on Coruscant, perhaps, but Alderaan, or Naboo."