Humanity First (Baba Yaga)

[Susan]

Time Period: Ten years prior to current timeline
Location: Coruscant
Participants: Cassius Liviana (BY) Samuel Cromwell (Borzka)


Samuel Cromwell was not one for huge social gatherings, but that did not mean he did not recognise their importance. Nor did it mean he would shun them altogether. The Liviana household had been about on Coruscant for centuries, and theirs truly was privileged company. Which was why Samuel took time out of his schedule to answer the request, it wasn’t every day you were called to a Liviana gathering, after all.

The tall Corellian wasn’t entirely sure why he was invited, he was just advisor to the King, although he did have his talons in quite a few circles, and it certainly didn’t hurt being invited to more. The King was invited as well of course, but that was more of a courtesy invite than anything – he was far too busy ruling a planet to attend a meaningless social function. Someone in his position hardly needed to network, people came to him – not the other way around. Samuel on the other hand recognised the importance of such an invitation, and jumped at the chance to answer in the affirmative. Not literally, of course – you couldn’t seem too eager about these things. There would be influential and powerful people in attendance, and Samuel considered himself one of them. He wasn’t coming just so he could meet other people – but also so they could meet him.

He thought about bringing a long a companion, but he wasn’t courting anyone at this moment, and such a prestigious event was too important to bring someone who hadn’t been completely vetted to his exact needs. He often preferred his own company anyway, it was certainly more likely to garner any kind of intelligent conversation. He arrived to find the gathering in full swing, and Liviana certainly knew how to throw a good old fashioned knee’s up. Samuel was wearing a suit made from some of the most exclusive fabrics money could buy, handmade by the finest tailors Corellia had to offer. And yet he still felt almost underdressed. There were quite a few people in attendance, and the Corellian Royal Advisor would struggle to estimate the net worth of them all, he wasn’t even sure if there was a number large enough. The attire and jewellery alone would likely be enough to buy a small planet.

There were many people here that he knew he should talk too, and he recognised more than a few that he knew would want to talk to him. And he would allow that, but only after he achieved his own objectives. After all, while it was nice other people paying favour to him, but that just made him feel good, or would be something to save for a rainy day. If he wanted to actually achieve something out of this little gathering, then he would have to shake the right hands and grease the right wheels. And he knew exactly what hands he wanted to shake.

There was however formalities about this kind of thing, procedures that had to be followed. He couldn’t just walk up to the big fish in his own manor and introduce himself, no. He had to mingle, he had to spend time with the lesser peoples, and he would bide his time. Cassius Liviana would know that he was here, and that was a good place to start. A smartly dressed serviceman zipped through the packed club with a tray of the finest beverages, but Samuel refused the offer with a simple hand gesture. He knew that many of his ilk partook in drinking, but while it was a social lubricant, he felt it could have disastrous consequences. He was happy to be the sober wolf in a room full of drunken sheep. His impassive face almost betrayed the slightest of smirks as his steely gaze combed through the crowd looking for the big game. Drink up little sheepies.

[Poludnica]

Theme

A soft twilight settled over the alabaster courtyard outside the La Playa club, the new hotspot for the wealthy and important. Located a bit farther away from the main coastline,, it was quite quaint as it opened to the large wild beach; the place strove for a luxurious, but lackadaisical atmosphere, hopefully also successfully catering and appealing to society’s elite. Thanks to Liviana pricing policy undesirables were kept from mucking up the ambiance with their filthy presence. Today thought, the club was closed anyway for the private party hosted by its owner. Cassius Liviana always strove for the best in any field given. The compulsive perfectionism could be seen in a detailed decoration. Every aspect of the party had been thought through and planned with meticulous diligence that characterized the Liviana's patriarch.

Imperfections wouldn't be tolerated. He had already scolded a couple of waiters and brought one of the cooks to a verge of tears with his harsh but honest words of critic. The host had little time so far to truly tends the important guests- a misstep he blamed himself for as well as dimwit service. The tall human made a mental note to have Vanya fire those who didn't rise to ridiculously high standards as he made his way through the crowd, coming to a halt now and then to greet those worthy of his greeting.

”Senator Dervos, so good to meet you. This must be your lovely wife.” Cassius smiled, pulling after him a young girl whose dark curls rounded surprisingly oval and symmetrical features. One look at the pair told they were related with how similar their eyes and pale skin were. What could leave people wonder though was the young woman's expression – blank, empty and unhappy. The grey master noticed it, quickly reading through turmoil of sickly emotions that wrecked his daughter soul. ”Smile, Danica. What did I tell you about smiles?” Cassius stated coldly and the girl stiffened immediately but forced, doll like grin settled on her lips.

The night had been opened by a classical dance show Danica led so it was only natural she would join the mirthful reception later. Beside, it was always good for warming his image to have a lovely daughter at his side. Due to some incomprehensible reason people liked him more as a kind father than a ruthless businessman.

”Ah, judge Patricio, I am so glad you could make it.” The tall man bowed, moving on toward the table with aperitifs and alcohol. Taking a small glass of fizzy Coruscant wine. He scanned the crowd, vigilantly fishing for those that could prove useful in his endeavors though kept the Force hidden and slumbered only from time to time letting himself to poke around in its threads, sensing possible troubles.

All was calm and the man began his stroll anew, slapping Danica's hand away from wine. The girl obediently moved to grab a handful of olives instead. ”Behave yourself.” Cassius ordered before walking toward someone he recognized only from rumors. The Corellian adviser to the king. How quaint...The human before him was tall, as tall as him even if few years older. Cassius himself employed all the known medicine to look around his early thirties than nearing forty. His daughter looked more like a sister for those who didn't know. Vanity had its price like that.

”Sir Cromwell of Corellia I presume.” Cassius offered his hand in an universal greeting. Charming smile spilled on his handsome though a bit hawkish features.

[Susan]

It was hard not to notice the big man himself moving quietly through the room. He meandered carefully, like the good host he was, making sure he spoke to the right people as he moved through the swarm. Samuel recognised that while he was moving carefully and with purpose, it was it was with the gait of a predator surrounded by far too much prey - and toying with them. None would know whom he would pounce on yet, but Samuel rarely left such things up to chance.

He had watched the route the Liviana patriarch had taken through the large gathering, and made a point of moving to intercept. Of course, he would not be so callous to interrupt a man he had never met, it was so uncouth and did not have a place in the dizzying heights of advanced society. Instead, he approached someone else, in the process planting himself directly in Cassius Liviana’s eye line. It helped that he went up to a rather attractive young woman of Coruscanti high society, of whom he had been introduced before. Through a friend of his sisters, he had actually courted the young woman on more than one occasion. She certainly knew her way around, and Samuel could not suppress a small grin as he reintroduced himself to her, gently placing a light kiss on the back of her hand. He did not have any plans to take her to the waltz, he had already been there and it did not interest him that much at any rate. No, this night she would just prove to be a useful pawn. And the pawns were soon discarded once the real players came into it.

”If you will excuse me, dear.” He smiled softly at the woman whose name he couldn’t quite remember, as that man Liviana himself approached, and made the first steps of introduction. Samuel turned away from the woman, her now completely gone from his mind, paying far more attention to the approaching male. Although he did take a moment to take in his companion, he knew that Liviana had been a singleton since his wife’s death many years prior, so this would likely be the fruit of that brief union. Apparently an unruly child, and Samuel was somewhat glad he had no daughters of his own.

”The Lord Liviana, I am honoured to be here today, you certainly know how to entertain.” Samuel took the offered hand, shaking twice with a smile before withdrawing. He liked the fact that Liviana had remembered to use his title, even though he was not really someone of that great importance here. He would have been more impressed if his full title had been used, it being quite a mouthful. His Grace, Sir Samuel, duke of the Bindreg Hills and royal advisor to the King took enough effort to say, let alone remember.

”And this must be your charming daughter, she is as radiant as they say, if not more so.” He offered his hand out to take young Danica’s as he had with the other woman earlier, all the time his steel ball of a mind working, planning, scheming. If he remembered correctly the girl would be going into her late teenage years, and a cursory examination of her appearance would confirm that as a minimum estimation. She would likely be a similar age to his favourite nephew, Rook, who had not as of yet been matched with a suitable mate. Usually he left that kind of thing to his sister Miri, but the Liviana bloodline was a strong and ancient one – and it was certainly a thought to keep a hold of.

After the bare minimum of expected social rituals with the daughter, Samuel turned back to the prize game, smiling across to the younger man. He had never met him in the flesh before, but Cassius Liviana was actually quite handsome, younger than he looked, too. Quite likely with the help of cosmetics, something that Samuel himself did not prescribe too. He would use medical advances to prolong his life, but not his appearance. He planned to live forever, and he did not care if he had a wrinkle for every year.

”The King apologies for his absence, but I am afraid he had urgent business to attend to.” Half true, there was a meeting of the small council to be had, but it was hardly urgent. Otherwise Samuel would be there himself. ”He sent me in his stead, and I must say I am impressed. I trust your business ventures are going well, Lord Liviana?”

Polite chit chat to get the ball rolling. He was certain the conversation would take a more interesting turn as it went along, but it was not the done thing to go right in it. Stepping even the slightest toe out of line was social suicide.

[Poludnica]

A polite bow and polite, charming smile was all he offered the young lady that Samuel was talking to a moment before. A rosy blush painted her cheeks as she coyly smiled back at Cassius before vanishing in the crowd. The Liviana patriarch tried to recall her name but apparently her family wasn't important enough for him to remember. Turning his attention back at the much more interesting figure, Cassius caught the man's hand in a firm but not crushing grip. Enough for it to carry assure and dominance but not obnoxiously so. It took him a bit to learn though, a decade ago this grip would be much stronger which wasn't polite at all.

Cassius Liviana couldn't be rude, could he? ”It's a pleasure to meet you, sir Cromwell. I heard many good things.” The grey master admitted, letting go of warm, dry hand. His own fingers were kept soft thanks to modern cosmetics as constant saber training left them calloused. With other free hand, the host pushed Danica a bit farther toward the Corellian. The girl understood the cue almost immediately and bowed, thanking politely for the generous compliment. Cassius was aware his daughter appeared attractive and in a way it was a source of his pride as well as worry. Especially when males of lesser species status got interested. His family belonged to ancient Zhell tribe, the first Humans – he would rather have Danica locked away than allow some unsavory mongrel to taint Liviana bloodline.

”Yes, Danica Liviana, my only child.” He presented the girl, before gently shooing her away after official introductions were over. With very open relief the young woman stepped farther away, vanishing in the crowd. Large man, looking like a bodyguard began to tail her, giving Cassius a silent nod. With that problem off his shoe, the dark haired man turned all his focus on the important noble. ”Ah. I am sure the king is a very busy man. I am grateful your grace found time to honor me with your presence.” The man smiled once more and beckoned one of the serfs – a human, like all the rest. Cassius wouldn't have some rag tag alien tending to so important guests.

The humble servant showed in a heartbeat with a tray full of most expensive Core beverages. ”Please, the finest wine from Ruan grapes.” Cassius gestured at the glasses filled with richly red liquid. He daintily took one of the precious stemware in two, slender digits. Floral engraving on the cybernetic glove reflected in the glass, giving it odd shin. ”Thank you, it has been a generous year for Livco so far.” The Coruscant lord said, his words lacked any reckless boast though. He knew better than to show something else rather than polite humbleness in front of such important diplomat. ”Is this your first visit to this part of Coruscant?” Cassius asked with a soft grin tugging at the corner of his lips; he gestured at the white beach outside the tall window.

[Susan]

The handshake was firm and assured a proper, practised handshake. And one that Samuel matched with a similar handshake of his own. He made a polite bow of the head to Danica as she wondered off in the crowd, silently glad that Cassius had dismissed her. For one thing, it showed a sign of respect. Whilst observing the master of the household meandering through the crowd, his young daughter was at his elbow at all times, bobbing around like the duteous child she was presented at. In this scenario, however, she had been dismissed – Cassius clearly saw him as someone important enough to divine his full and sole attention. Samuel liked that.

”I am sure as many good as there are bad, Lord Liviana. And please, Samuel.”

As much as he enjoyed being addressed in such a formal manner, he didn’t really like Sir Cromwell. As well as this, being the first to suggest the dropping of formal titles was a demonstration of respect to his conversation companion. After all, Cassius Liviana was the host here, and he deserved the deference of such, were this gathering on Corellia, Samuel would expect the same polite subservience.

”She is certainly a delightful young girl.” he turned his head ever so slightly, watching the attractive young women make her way through the gathering swarm, looking thoroughly disinterested. ”I am sure that with her being of age, you will no doubt have many suitors competing for her hand.”

Samuel was not aware of any existing relationship for young Danica and any suitable mate, but he was aware that Cassius hadn’t made any great strides to find her a husband. Likely he was worried any marriage she might have could go down the same route of his own ill fated pairing with Danica’s mother. The Corellian Royal Advisor had made the effort to look up Liviana in great detail before attending this event, apparently Cassius’ late wife died in a tragic accident of overindulgence. From what he could surmise her behaviour was hardly fitting for the wife of someone from a bloodline as pure as the Liviana’s.

”He extends an invitation for you and your daughter to come by to Corellia one day, when his schedule is less hectic.” The slightest of smiles to cover up the slightest of lies. Samuel hadn’t even made his brother in law aware in any great detail of this event, let alone had the King extended such an invitation. Yet that did not really matter, should Cassius Liviana truly be interested in taking him up on that offer, it would take months to organise a free slot, more than enough time to inform the King of the occurrence. And it would be a simple enough task to convince the Corellian King that it was entirely his idea in any rate.

As the human servant approached with beverages, Samuel once again raised his hand in a gentle dismissive gesture, he had no plans to drink this eve, no matter how fine the vintage on offer. And as Cassius reached for a glass, Samuel caught a whiff and it certainly smelt expensive. Samuel was not truly a man without vice, but alcohol was not one of them.

”Yes, it is. And it is certainly quite magnificent – you have done well here. I lived on Coruscant for a few years, but I stuck mostly in the central districts. Do not want to stray too far, I am sure you agree.” The ever so gentle elitist quip rolled off the tongue easily, and was accompanied by the slightest of smirks. ”I will be sure to come here again, that is for certain. It is not quite my favourite place on Coruscant, but it is close. In my most humble opinion, nowhere is quite the same as the Opera House. Do you partake?”

He tilted his head slightly, general intrigue plastered all across his face. The Opera was something he enjoyed immensely, and he did not lie when he intimated it was his favourite place on the planet. It was likely his favourite place in the entire galaxy.

[Poludnica]

”Cassius.” The dark haired man reciprocated, approving of the comfortable ease the Corellian advisor shortened the distance between them. Many of the colonial nobles were too stuck up and arrogant to do it. Allured by sweet poison of vanity, they forgot building alliances wasn’t about any pissing contest. Insecure people worked for their own fragile self-worth instead of grand goals. It was good to know Samuel wasn’t one of those talentless hacks. ”And I assure you...mostly good.” The host leaned slightly toward the adviser, an enigmatic smile spilled on his lips. He said with a low, conspicuous whisper.

The flickers of mirth disappeared for a heartbeat as cool, verdrous gaze followed the young girl. The look of an angry predator. ”Oh yes, more than I would want.” Cassius chuckled as his expression returned to relaxed, polite charm. There were many suitable suitors of course but none of them as much as caught the unruly girl's interest. Her nasty attitude showed more than once whenever Cassius wanted to pair her with someone important, not even fear Danica felt could change that. But it didn't stop the wayward daughter from late meetings with some white haired freak. The man even today could taste the temptation of the dark side this incident had caused and decided to drop all attempts. The Corellian's words awoken hidden worry anew but the Coruscanti noble buried it deep beneath the carefully woven social mask.

”I will try to find time, such invitation does me a great honor.” He sensed something less honest about this proposal but didn't take an offense. It was a simple courtesy, one Cassius would never really consider such visit. Between the harsh training, tending to two separate businesses he had little time to unplanned visits. And surely not ones he would take his daughter to – the wild girl would most likely find a way to shame him.

The host waved the servant away, making no comment about Samuel's choice of drink – or lack of one thereof. Cassius never overindulged when it came to alcohol but he was well aware of social purpose it held. It would be hardly polite now to try the drinks he offered his own guests. It served as only one more way to appear like a typical businessman that didn't shy from such small vices. Of course Cassius always kept vigilance over the amount, not to let the treacherous liquid to influence his judgment. It was a part of strict discipline he so cherished.

A half-amused smirk graced the man's features at the delicate jab. Cassius knew exactly what the Corellian meant and shared those views. ”I tend to stay in those district as well.” Cassius said with a sorrowful sigh. ”Too many...non-local element for my taste.” The human admitted, knowing fully well the views Samuel held. He wouldn't be half the good host if didn't do a proper research on the most important guests. And the Coruscanti noble liked very much what he uncovered about this Corellian.

Beaming smile appeared on his lips though, chasing away the smirk. ”It's marvelous.” Cassius admitted with a nod. It was something he could be genuine about – classical music, especially the one born in the Core. ”I have few invitations to premiere of 'Nubes Tenebrosa '.” The grey master offered. ”If you would be interested.” He took a small sip from his glass, tasting the exquisite beverage. It was refreshing to find someone of similar, refined interests. Recently the Core nobility seemed to become more and more plebeian, sometimes going as far as including undesirable elements into their families.

[Susan]

And suddenly they were on first name basis. It didn’t mean that much, not really, but it meant that the conversation partner recognised your own worth and importance – and the dropping of titles was again a sign of respect. Mutual respect was given, and the conversation would begin proper, no longer requiring the nonsensical exchanging of titles to begin every sentence.

”I am sure she is a lovely girl, but obviously that comes with as many negatives as it does positives. It is unfortunate that unsavoury suitors would also find the girl as appealing as the more appropriate potential grooms.”

That wasn’t entirely true, he had heard that the young Danica could be a bit of a wild Kath hound at times, but it was not like he was going to come out and say that in polite conversation. Or any, really. In any rate, it was not too dissimilar to his youngest sister when she was around Danica’s age, but she had grown to be quite a sophisticated woman – and he wasn’t to say that that would not happen with Danica. Of course, the opposite could happen and she could run off with an alien and half a litter of half breed mongrels, but no need to frighten her poor father with silly nightmares.

He smiled gently and spoke a small token of acknowledgement as Cassius quite adeptly managed to both accept and decline the invitation to Corellia. It was an understanding between the two gentlemen, Cassius was invited to Corellia so long as he didn’t come, and he would come to Corellia, so long as he wasn’t invited. It sounded more than a little illogical, but the high stature manoeuvred in the social circles in wild curves and loops, never in a straight line. Although Samuel supposed that Cassius may well one day be in attendance to the King, especially if the Royal Advisor did decide to press ahead with his own little match making agendas. His favourite nephew was still young and carefree, but that did not mean a wedding was completely off the agenda. As the spare’s spare, Rook was less important than his older brothers – at least, politically – and having him marry off to the last in a long and rich blood line of Coruscanti aristocracy would be incredibly advantageous. And from what he had learnt about Cassius Liviana, Danica’s father would very much like to keep the blood line pure. And there was very little finer than King’s blood.

A genuine smile tried to force its way onto Samuel’s face, but only managed to tweak the corners of his mouth a little. The not so subtle hint from Cassius seemed to confirm that his information was indeed correct, the younger man shared similar beliefs to him.

”Indeed. It is shame that the shining centre of the galaxy, of humanity, could be poisoned so much by the unclean smog of unwanted interference.”

Strong words, but Samuel was confident he was in the right kind of company to speak them. As well as that, he had never made any great secret about his beliefs, although he had to be more aware to hold his tongue in the presence of the King. He would not agree with such a statement, and it was something that had often led to disagreements between them. But Cassius was not the King, and Samuel felt that there was more than a kindred spirit to be found here.

At the next words, the persistent smile actually managed to force its way out this time around, his eyes also shining brightly at the comment. It certainly seemed that he and Cassius had quite a bit in common, and it looked like coming to this little soiree was a grand idea.

”Nubes Tenebrosa? I have been trying to get seats for a while, but it is difficult to plan around my schedule. And it is difficult to get box seats any time after the day of release. And I am certainly not sitting in the regular seats with the unwashed. “

Samuel found himself losing composure just a little, it wasn’t like him to gush quite so much, and he noted that his hands were getting more than a little animated. Most unlike him, he knew better than to get excited.

”I have heard the third act especially is exquisite, and I would be honoured to join you, Cassius. But I must insist you join me at the Royal Palace on Corellia someday soon, the entertainment on feast days are some of the best the Core has to offer.”

This time, the offer was more than sincere. Especially since this was an offer he was actually authorised to extend. He realised he had actually forgotten to also invite his daughter, it would be a good time for Rook to meet her, but he had gotten too ahead of himself. He was thinking more about interactions between himself and Cassius, rather than his nephew and a potential mate.

[Poludnica]

The man's regal features remained impassive at Samuel's words. Only a polite if slightly cold smile ghosted across his lips. ”Unfortunate downside of having a beautiful daughter.” Cassius joked smoothly, not letting any trails of worry to seep into his words. The dark haired human was painfully aware though of harming rumors that already began to brew over Danica's exploits. She was often seen accompanied by those he saw unworthy, like that Echani brat. Hopefully the boy's father had received a proper warning Broca had been sent to give. ”Hopefully good school she is attending will clear her head of silly ideas.” He admitted with a sigh and finished the glass of wine, letting wovens of the Force to quicken the metabolism and burn out the alcohol almost immediately.

His senses spread, glazing over the crowd but no Force user betrayed themselves, not on his party. The Jedi could always show up but the man knew the Order was aware of his gift. They just took little interest in someone who strictly kept to the grey side of the Force. Cassius never fell – it was beneath him. Only undisciplined runts let themselves to be swallowed by hate and anger.

”I do hope that will change in near future.” Cassius replied with a warm smile, returning his attention to Samuel who he began to find interesting enough to stay in place. It would be saying too much when stating the Liviana patriarch liked people. There were only three or four people he harbored positive feelings for but the man often looked for intriguing, possibly useful 'friends'. Those who shared similar views, kept Humanity best interest at heart and didn't feel sympathy for all the alien filth that polluted the Core. A place that rightfully belonged to his species.

And Samuel seemed like such person: smart, soft spoken at that. Cassius could appreciate intelligent company, especially in the vast sea of idiots. ”I find this element rather tedious and harming.” He gestured at the Corellian to follow him toward the terrace that opened to brilliant beach. Last streaks of twilight settled on the calm waves, highlighting their soothing sway. ”Maybe we can catch some fresh air.” The Coruscanti noble offered, giving the slightest of nods to Samuel. The crowd around them thickened, making their conversation difficult. Hoping the other aristocrat would catch the subtle hint – that the topic they briefly touched didn't belong in an open social chit-chat.

Soft, pleasant chuckle escaped Cassius at the Corellian's sudden outburst of enthusiasm. ” Then I am pleased to offer you the best lodge seating. The director is a good friend of mine.” The man said, making no comment at the strong words that only confirmed they shared more than just love for the good opera. What seemed like a genuine smile spilled on his lips at the offer. Even without the Force, that was now tightly wrapped around his being, he could tell it was much more honest invitation. ”Actually, I may have an opening in my schedule soon.” Cassius replied sincerely, stepping through the automatic door that led toward the beach.

Shimmer of white sand greeted the pair, tiny grains of silicate dancing under capricious light of lanterns spread overhead. Cassius leather shoes let out a disincentive crunch when they sank in the soft ground. The air was warm and crisp, kept in reigns by powerful orbital mirrors that ruled over the weather: simulating beautiful summer all year long. Liviana's bright gaze traveled toward the four moons. ”This planet gave birth to our people.” Cassius started, droplets of nostalgia tugging at the edge of those words. ”It is a shame to watch its beauty clawed at by those who never belonged here.” The man finished with a sigh and reached for a pack of slim, elegant cigarettes. With polite gesture he offered one to his companion. Unlike with alcohol, Cassius treated like a necessary social blending tool, cigars were an honest pleasure and vice the man picked up on Nar Shaddaa. To him, a good cigarette added certain class and roguish charm to his normally very controlled attitude.

Which was another subtle hint Samuel should catch – Cassius only smoked around those who he considered worthy of his less businesslike self.

[Susan]

”A good education is certainly a solid foundation for future success.”

Samuel spoke from experience, his wealthy upbringing affording him the best education Corellia could provide, and he had certainly gained from that education. He was wealthy in his own right, had experience in the senate, and was a Royal Advisor, certainly a position to be vaunted. Of course, he had much more ambitions than that, and he was well on his way to fulfilling them, going to events such as these was a good way to gain valuable connections, and he had a feeling that Cassius Liviana could prove to be a powerful ally.

Especially since the two men seemed to agree on the state of the galaxy, or rather more specifically the state of the core. Samuel was confident that one day the Core would be free of the unwashed, and he wanted to see it through, even if it took hundreds of years. He had decided he was going to live forever, he couldn’t be bothered with all that deathbed malarkey, so there was no problem there.

”They certainly cause a lot of problems, it is of no coincidence that the lawless fringes of the galaxy are rife with the unclean. It is gratifying that the core does not have as many, but it would be better if there were less.”

Samuel spoke carefully and calmly, as if they were discussing something as normal as cooking a certain meal, not incredibly xenophobic beliefs, with the slightest undertones of mass genocide. He walked with Cassius, allowing his host to lead the way as he himself spoke at length. He recognised that their shared understanding of how the galaxy should look was a view that some could consider radical and having no place in polite conversation. Frankly, Samuel thought those people were uneducated idiots, but this was Cassius’ gathering, and it was his right to dictate what passed for polite conversation. In addition to this, Samuel certainly didn’t mind spending some time alone on the terrace with such a handsome younger man.

As they exited the stuffy, crowded hall, Samuel immediately felt the effect of the outside, the cool air playfully whacking him in the face, like a rowdy lover. Although the slight breeze was sudden and expected, it was no more irritating then the gentle tap of a soft pillow, and it was certainly more than enjoyable.

”It’s certainly a nice place you have here, Cassius. I am again glad you saw fit to invite me.”

The conversation lightly sailed back to the Opera, and now Samuel was smiling again, he counted that about three occasions now. He was getting close to breaking his record, the only times he had smiled genuinely more than five or so times was when Rook was born. And that was a phenomena that he did not expect to repeat itself, although Cassius certainly had quite the charming allure about him.

”I’d be delighted, it’d certainly be a thrilling experience. And I am sure you will enjoy Corellia’s musicians, they are very good. Several have even performed here on Coruscant, one had her own show in the Opera House a few years ago. Nox Juat, I believe it was called, it was most compelling.”

Samuel glanced down as they glided through the near-flawless beach, taking a minor interest on what the sand was doing to his shoes. They had cost several thousand credits to manufacture, he had long, narrow feet, and he needed shoes crafted with his specific measurements in mind. But it did not matter, he had others, and could buy others if need be. What was occurring here was certainly more important than a pair of slightly damaged shoes. He knew full well that Cassius had great influence in political circles as well as business, and that was something Samuel could use to his advantage.

As before with the wine, Samuel once again politely raised a hand to decline the offer, smoking was another thing that he did not feel all that interested in. He hadn’t actually heard Cassius was a partaker of the hobby, perhaps very few people knew of it. Samuel knew he had already impressed his host, for him to leave his own party just in the company of Samuel, it was a great sign of interest and respect.

”It’s a torrid shame, and a situation happening all over the galaxy. Even Corellia is not clean from the taint. And perhaps someday the core can be cleansed. It has happened before, and I am sure a group of like-minded individuals could guide the core down the right path.”

Samuel wasn’t looking at Cassius as he spoke, instead gazing out across the gentle sea, his words coming out slowly and precise. He made sure to keep the hint only slight, he knew that Cassius shared a similar train of thought, but he would not be so blasé to come straight out with what he meant. The group he was a part of was thought long extinct, and secrecy was one of its greatest assets. For now.

[Poludnica]

Enigmatic smile appeared on Cassius' lips at the profound statement about education. Certainly the man next to him had much better education as the grey knight sacrificed many years of official schooling to master the Force. Only three years of economy were all Cassius was willing to gain, refusing to resign from the harsh training. Most of the sophisticated knowledge came from self-taught studying and circling the proper social crowd. A swift learned, Cassius over years picked up the manners and bits of knowledge proper to his status. ”It can be, yes.” The dark haired human sighed, soft chuckle following the casual statement.

”Would be better if there was none.” Cassius said shamelessly, not even trying now to hide his view. The Coruscanti noble already sensed mutual understanding they had and offered this blunt claim as a sign of good will. The man's view were radical, even more than many others of similar mindset. For him there was no room for vague in such matters – only what was needed to be done. Cassius always believed there was no good and evil, only choices and their consequences. Though the harsh, heavy statement was followed by a pleasant smile nonetheless as the dark haired man rolled his shoulders to scare away slight tension that built there.

The Force whispered around him, betraying how important this meeting could be. Delicate hum of anticipation swooshed in his veins, the feeling Cassius swiftly crushed in the pit of his stomach, taking it in tight reigns of cold discipline. ”Oh, you do me too much honor.” He laughed under his breath with a debonair elegance. ”I am sure this place has nothing on the Corellian royal gardens.” Impish gleam passed through Cassius normally detached gaze. ”But I am grateful nonetheless.” He bowed gently, meeting the other man's gaze. Devilish sparks still played in his eyes and Cassius decided he did enjoy Samuel's company. A smart, well-educated man with views he held so dear.

”I have never seen this spectacle but I will take your word for it.” Cassius took a step over a small mussel for a moment focusing on a beauty of a golden ratio it presented. He noticed Samuel's vivid smile, something that couldn't be a common sight as the man bearing it presented plenty of reserved judgment. Two decades ago the Liviana patriarch discovered he liked when people smiled around him, not fully understanding why. Cassius had to train a way to reciprocate this gesture as it didn't seem to be a natural occurrence to him. Now the man returned his own affable grin, recognizing importance of this moment.

They stopped at the edge of the vast, polar sea. Like Samuel, Cassius didn't look at his companion, instead letting his gaze to swept over the calm waters. The clear blue liquid barely touched the man's dark leather shoes. Scent of richly salty sea gave inexplicable fresh quality to air around them and for a long moment Liviana patriarch enjoyed the sensation. Not fussing over Samuel's decline of the offered cigarette he caught one of them with his lips and pulled out. Hiding the pack back to the pocket, he pulled out a beautifully engraved lighter. It was almost an ancient artifact, kept in his family for generations – passed from father to son. The words in High Galactic, surrounded by floral design spoke Liviana's maxim: “semper invicta” - always invincible.

Small, bluish flame appeared with a soft click and Cassius inhaled deeply the soothing smoke as a tip of the cigarette began to glow in a growing twilight. For a heartbeat kept it locked in his lungs, letting all the nicotine to find its way to the bloodstream before letting it out with a slight turn of his head. Recognizing Samuel maybe wouldn't like to be attacked by it sharp, acrid smell. ”A group of likely minded individuals...” Cassius repeated slowly, noticing change in the Corellian's voice. It wasn't a casual chat anymore but something much more important. He held back the urge to dive into Samuel's mind, no. It wasn't Nar Shaddaa and the man next to him called for respect. Cassius wouldn't use his powers like this, ruining potentially useful relationship. Even non Force users could often tell when someone fiddled with their mind – a risk Cassius never took when home in the Core.

”A group like...who for example?” The dark haired man pushed one of his hands into a pocket, somehow managing to keep a look of casual elegance about him. The tip of the cigarette gave otherworldly shin to his calm, composed features. He hid the sudden rush of expectancy and trepidation. Cassius sensed something important was about to happen and didn't even try to guess what Samuel had meant with those cryptic words.

[Susan]

Cassius was a well educated man, that much was clear. Samuel might not know much about his companion’s educational background, but he was clearly intelligent, and had a mastery of all the social niceties neatly wrapped up around his fingers. Likely the ones on the hand that didn’t appear to be mechanical, but no matter. The younger man clearly had strong opinions on the impure affliction of the core, but cared enough either about his own reputation or about those in attendance, to speak too loudly when not in private company. Samuel would assume the latter, reputation and how one was perceived was incredibly important when playing the political game. And while Samuel did do his due diligence before coming to this little rendezvous, he knew full well he hadn’t even scratched the surface of the man stood beside him. It’s not like his research was in any great depth, just enough to get by – and everyone had their secrets.

”Unfortunately wanting and wishing will not result. But perhaps one day, there will be another great cleansing.”

Once again, another gentle hint, although this was somewhat less subtle than the last. The Pius Dea crusades were a long time ago, and to most incredibly ancient history. Forgotten history, even, but to Samuel it was a golden age that was long since passed the time of return. And while just as Royal Advisor his power and influence was limited, there were still a long time for it to grow, and he was certain it would. This meeting with Liviana was just a step in the right direction, and if all went to plan, it was a step back to the golden days.

”They certainly are a sight to behold, I am quite certain that there are certain examples of flora that have been flowering there for more than twice my lifetime, and are still considered quite young.”

He said he was quite certain, and he was, but he wouldn’t be able to name any of them. In all honesty he didn’t really care about the gardens all that much, at least not about the details of the individual flowers and what not. He and the King often did use the gardens as a place to hold diplomatic talks with others. It seemed that walking through the gardens had a calming effect on negotiations, and it was one of many tools at the disposal of the King’s brother-in-law. He made a mental note to take Cassius there one day, perhaps even to continue the current trend of conversation. It would certainly be interesting, and it wouldn’t be the first time Samuel had discussed such things in those gardens. Truly a useful place.

”One would not think a place like this could exist on such a tremendous Economopoulos that is our glorious capital, but it is good that untouched beauty can still exist.”

There was an extra layer of emphasis on the word untouched, the near clean shaven man clearly hinting at his pleasure that this place was clean from the impurity of the foreign element that had plagued most of the rest of Coruscant. And Samuel was glad he had someone here to talk too about these things, there were few people he considered as intelligent and sophisticated as him to have a real conversation with. Cassius seemed to fit that bill, and the fact that they both shared a similar view about the Core’s problems certainly helped.

A group like who for example. Cassius certainly knew how to measure his speech and be careful with what he said when he wanted too. Samuel was of the impression that the fellow beside him knew exactly what he was talking about, or at least had strong suspicions. The Pius Dea was a long time ago and thought to be gone, but it was hardly completely secreted from the galaxy.


”You know as well as I do that there are always people out there who know what must be done, often in places you may not expect.” He paused now, turning back to look at the attractive younger man beside him. He felt a slight surge of enjoyment as Cassius politely blew his smoke away from him, recognising the respectful gesture. ”Tell me, Cassius, does the name Constipex mean anything to you?”

Constipex, more of a title than a name, carried by all those who held the rank of Supreme Chancellor during the golden era, and a title that Samuel himself one day hoped to hold himself. Both title and rank, Samuel never kept his ambitions a secret, and as far as he was concerned they were more than realistic.

[Poludnica]

Cassius quirked his brow but didn't let any other signs of a mild surprise to show on his features. It was a rare thing among the nobles from the Core to talk about the ethnic genocide so openly. Even himself, with views as radical as they come, heed from careless claims like that – no matter if around people of similar mindset. The dark haired man slowly exhaled the smoke before speaking. ”There is always a chance.”Cassius commented with a Delphian smile that spoke more than the actual words. Only a passing thought was truly put into the talk about Corellian gardens. Instead the Liviana patriarch mulled over the implications of Samuel's hopeful wish. The Core colony was one of the last bastions where human population grew stronger than the alien. He held plenty of respect toward the royal bloodline that remained pure.

”I would gladly see those for myself.” Cassius added, his thumb idly moved around the butt of the lit cigarette as eyes still trailed the waves before them. They both understood this talk was not about the visit, royal gardens nor anything as meaningless. No, it touched the base of his believes – something that always made him wary but he hid it behind a polite, charming mask of a relaxed businessman that swiftly navigated between meanders of social graces. ”I am very careful about my guest list, this place remains ours.” The grey knight commented, catching the double meaning like a hawk putting its talons in a mouse. He never greeted aliens in his legal business and those in Hutt space never earned Cassius' true respect. It was a matter of principles and a man like him – noble, just knight couldn't be a hypocrite.

Explosion of fireworks lit the sky and the dark haired human looked up, his regal features caught in the emerald light before it died down. Cheering of the happy crowd carried in the warm wind, causing a faint, content smile to blossom on Cassius' lips before he turned his head toward the Corellian. Silently urging him to continue as he circled around the topic, leaving vague hints about allies found in places he might have not suspected. This truth the Coruscanti aristocrat knew very well and didn't need a reminder.

It was the name though, or more a title, that truly picked his interest. And this time around Cassius didn't even try to hide it as the man's lips spread in an amused smirk. Happy with himself as the guess seemed accurate. Pius Dea...A flare of unusual excitement spilled at the core of Cassius' being – normally a rather reserved patriarch let the enthusiasm to blossom and make its way to his features that immediately lit up with a pleasant surprise. Slowly, the dark haired man reached once more to his pocket and pulled out the lighter. He raised the small thing closer for Samuel to see it in a faint light the ting produced. In the floral engraving few symbols written in High Galactic said: Hail The Goddess. ”Here we stand, at the extremity of our exertion, having cast behind us the idols of our fathers, to once again carry to our foe the penalties due their sacrilege.” Cassius then quoted and put out his cigarette before tucking it into a small, personal ashtray. Refusing to leave any unsavoury trash on the flawless beach.

His gaze lazily drifted toward Samuel, still retaining sparks of initial excitement that gave oddly boyish quality to his features – making him look even younger. ”Eight thousand years ago Humanity made a statement and proved we are destined to rule this Galaxy.” Cassius stated, clicking the lighter off, hiding it back to his pocket. ”My forefathers were among them.” He explained with an elegant shrug.

[Susan]

”It is a shame there are not more like you and I who are so careful.” The statement in itself was certainly innocently sounding enough, yet when in the context in the discussion, and when you took in the beliefs of the two men, it was heard in a completely differing light. What they referred to as being careful, others could quite easily view as being elitist, speciesist, or tantamount to genocide. Which was the point, really.

Samuel knew he himself to be a sophisticated, elegant man with tastes to match. He greatly appreciated classical finery, fine painting, beautiful music, artistry in motion. Yet he would not restrict such a description just to those who waved a brush or plucked a string, in many respects he considered himself an artist. Such a definition would easily extend to Cassius as well. When it came to conversation, the two men were certainly virtuoso’s, they danced around each other with experienced ease, both knowing when to dust the tongue with a blanket of sugar, or with vinegar. As the discussion about the gardens flowed onwards, it was clear that both men were dripping with honey. As that thought drifted through his head, Samuel found his usually steel-lined mind distracted by the image of himself and Cassius dripping with honey.

He was dragged from the momentarily diversion as somebody decided to blow up the sky. His head craned backwards as his level gaze stared up at the now brightly lit nights sky, literally looking down his nose at the display. He never particularly cared for fireworks. They were supposed to be pretty and exciting, but Samuel just saw unnecessary wastefulness. Fireworks were merely misdirected weapons of war, they brought amusement and amazing to many, especially the lower classes and the filth, whereas instead they should be used for their intended purpose. A tool to annihilate and to cleanse the populace, a galaxy-wide cull certainly was long overdue. The two men watched in silence as the display above them continued, the tremendous racket the unnecessary shenanigans were causing putting somewhat of a dampener on their intelligent exchange. When he eventually lowered his long neck, the somewhat flimsy contraption housing the precious cargo that was his incredible mind, he was prevented with a much more entertaining sight. The smile across Cassius’ features was far from a facade, and Samuel was well versed in knowing when to spot a fake. It was as true as the one that now grew on his own face, full well realising what caused his companion to display an outwards sign of emotion.

Then more happened. The lighter was again produced, and at first Samuel thought he was going to be offered a cigarette again, something he had already declined. Certainly an unprecedented faux pas on the part of his host. Yet as he examined the small device, he realised that this was not the case – and as he translated the words in his head – he realised that Cassius more than recognised Constipex. A fact that was reiterated as the younger man went on to quote word for word the opening statement of Constipex I’s inaugural speech. It was a passage that Samuel had never heard a loud, but had read it many times himself – both in high galactic and since interpreted versions. This was yet but the tip of the tower, Samuel always knew the Liviana bloodline was incredibly pure and ancient both. He just didn’t quite grasp to what magnitude.

”I am truly honoured. I had no idea you could trace back your line that far, or indeed that there were any surviving descendants of The Golden Age. Now together, we can work to bring back those days with aggressive zeal.”

Once again his thoughts turned back to Danica Liviana. Who would have thought just how important the blood pumping in the wild young woman could be. She was not his daughter, but Samuel recognised how important it now became that her bloodline would stay pure. He would devote many of his resources to discovering what dance partners she had already had, the Royal Advisor was more than confident that her core had already been invaded, so to speak. He also planned endeavour in the future to stop her from having more. At least, those of an unsavoury sort. Rook Solosten on the other hand, was an entirely different matter.

”You are clearly know how the galaxy should be, and how to make the best of the poor shape it is in currently. In business, you are unrivalled. Have you ever considered going into politics? We could certainly use one of our own in the Senate.”

If Cassius ever really had political ambitions, he would have already made them clear by this point. Samuel knew this very well, and he also knew that Cassius would not abandon his business, it wasn’t like the Liviana patriarch didn’t have a hand in political decisions anyway. No, Cassius was comfortable where he was, Samuel’s words were more about his own desires. He did not doubt one second that his new ally was being misleading about his ancestors, which made him a rare example of true purity, and in the eyes of the goddess, a superior to himself. It would be good to have someone as pure as Cassius in the senate. Yet in Samuel’s own opinion, it would be even better to have the backing of such a man. The Corellian knew himself to be more suited to the Senate floor than the Coruscanti aristocrat. One day he would rule it all.

[Poludnica]

Cassius didn't reply to Samuel's comment, instead just nodded briefly. His expression stern and cold for the brief heartbeat the memories of his time spent among the aliens resurfaced. He had lived in a den of sin, only to show them who held true power. That there would be no better than a human being but with this came painful realization that there were too many species, too many near-humans and humanoids that wanted to hoard space that belonged to his kind. Still, Baseline Humans were the most numerous of all beings which should be a proof in its own right that they had been created to rule.

The Liviana patriarch kept those musings to himself though – there was no need to preach as the Corellian made his views clear. Only a pleased, self-assured grin lightened Cassius features as Samuel expressed the very genuine endorsement of his heritage. It was pleasant and rare to hear something like this – diplomats often paid compliments with cold calculation behind every word but now Cassius sensed only an honest admiration.

His posture immediately relaxed as roguish smile graced his thin lips. ”There is not many of us left...The Zhell tribe is dying out, our blood getting diluted with every generation.” Cassius let out a regretful sigh as his eyes followed the dark line of the horizon. ”Mingling with alien taint...” The man's thoughts returned to his wayward prodigy and the eagerness she would seek out a near-human company. The grim thought didn't reflect on his sharp features though. ”I am not sure about aggressive zeal, as there are formal matters standing in our way.” On purpose the Liviana heir highlighted it was their common cause.

”For that we would have to chose the proper...Chancelor.” Cassius smile grew more into a playful smirk as he eyed the Corellian next to him, trying to guess how far his ambitions went. Letting out a melodic laughter,the dark haired man shook his head. ”No,no.” Cassius sighed and turned to face Samuel. Impish spark began to gleam in his eyes as he had guessed the Corellian's intentions. ”I have no time for politics but...” Liviana let his voice to trail off , leaving a tensed silent between the two humans. ”I am sure I can support a proper candidate in Senate. Liviana name still carries weight in those circles.” He locked brilliant green eyes with Samuel's steely gaze, a genuine, friendly smile on his lips. ”I still have numbers for many friends my father had.” Cassius added.

The late Senator Liviana made a network of allies, without them many of Livco endeavors would fail. A good businessman never neglected his part in politics but Cassius himself was very careful on who to support and in many years refused to acknowledge many candidates of the pro-human parties.

They were simply too soft.

[Susan]

Samuel’s thoughts once again returned to musing over Danica Liviana. She was a pretty young thing, although he did wonder why Cassius hadn’t bothered trying to make another one. The girl was clearly far from perfect, rebellious and clearly not as interested in preserving the bloodline as she should be. There were rumours about Cassius, but they were unsubstantiated, and there was likely no truth in them. There were similar rumours about Samuel, and whilst they were true, he was as likely to acknowledge it as Cassius was. And he clearly wasn’t.

The Liviana bloodline was dying out, and that was bad. Especially now in light that they went all the way back to the golden age. Danica’s loins could very well hold the key to the perfect human, or at the very least they contained the genetic material necessary to create one. Rook was Samuel’s only unmarried nephew, and he was his favourite nephew. The Royal Advisor was not one to take part in needless matchmaking, at least, not usually. He loathed himself somewhat for even thinking about pairing up his nephew with such an abhorrent girl, but on the positive side she certainly had enough about her for Rook to play with. And from what he was aware, that is what young hot-blooded males these days were in too.

”There is little of likewise blood available, but I assure you that I will endeavour to help preserve the line with the best available purity. My nephew, Rook, for example.”

He spoke in a tone that suggested his words were purely hypothetical, but both him and his conversational companion knew that this was far from the truth. It saddened him somewhat that he was almost trading his nephew’s future as if he was nothing more than cattle, but it was something that needed to be done. It also fell under his mandate as royal advisor, or at least, Samuel felt it did. In the grand scheme of things, politics wise, Rook wasn’t that important anyway. The only chance he would be king is if the rest of his family was wiped out in a single assassination attempt, and that was highly unlikely. No, Samuel was confident the boy would never be King, at best maybe a senator – in the distant future. Rook himself didn’t seem to have any grand designs on his own prospects either, which made it all the easier. If Samuel felt that Rook had any chance of being King, of being politically important – then he would thing twice against pairing him up with such an unsavoury girl. Yet the bloodline needed to be preserved.

I am sure any candidate that has the support as someone as influential as yourself will go very far, Cassius.” Smile, slight nod of the head. That was how business was done. While little was actually spoken, again they both knew what had occurred. It seemed as though Samuel’s career as Corellian Royal Advisor was soon to be coming to an end. In exchange for certainly a bright prospect, one which Samuel himself was really quite excited about. He could barely conceal his excitement, and despite himself, his eyebrow wiggled.

”You and your daughter should certainly come to Corellia as soon as you have the opportunity. You can meet the King and his sons.” Once again he was talking business, and it almost seemed as if he was trading Cassius’ support for his Nephew. This did not bother Samuel.

Cassius needed to visit Corellia at any rate. Not just so Samuel could ‘accidentally’ introduce Danica to Rook, but there were also other reasons that the slender man would never admit and could only scarcely understand himself. He found himself enjoying Cassius’ company, and wanting more.

[Poludnica]

The air grew colder now but still felt more like a pleasant breeze. Cassius made an effort to pay for the best spot with guaranteed weather and fresh air. Away from the industrial part of Coruscant. Even the most impressive jewel cast a shadow and the humanity's birthplace wasn't free of it. In the underbelly of the gigantic city dwelt the most abhorrent of creatures. Poor, slum born aliens and human outcasts – the heir had witnessed this side and hated every inch of it. The Core had to be cleansed and lesser species put in the proper place. This dream had been with him for so long now, Cassius barely remembered where it came from. ”What about him?” The tall man asked, his focus going back to Samuel and the apparent nephew.

An amused thought blossomed in his mind, coaxing a bemused smile on Cassius lips. That his new Corellian friend sought a proper marriage candidate for his family member. The grey knight wouldn't mind marrying off his daughter to push responsibility at the unfortunate husband but he knew better. He didn't like letting such investment to get away easily and Corellians didn't belong to the Zhell tribe. Only a handful of aristocracy on Courscant could boast such ancient lineage and Cassius would sooner try there than anyone else.

If Danica would grow up to be anything else rather than unruly hellion she had been so far. It would just bring his family name shame to marry such spoiled, undisciplined brat. Cassius was too honorable, too loyal to his old friends to even consider such affront . Corellians...They were humans but still mere colonists. It didn't stop the grey jedi to actually respect Samuel, though when it came to choosing bloodlines, his wouldn't be at the top of the list.

”I haven't given my support to a candidate in a while.” Cassius noted seemingly offhandedly, shrugging elegantly. ”I am waiting for someone with proper...worldview. Ready to take action when necessary.” The man added with only the slightest of smiles. Light reflected from the water’s surface highlighted sharp, predatory qualities to his features – morphing the pleasant smile into a content smirk.

When Cassius turned his face fully toward the Corellian, there was only a polite charming smile there. ”I will sure to make time in the incoming months.” He assured Samuel. ”I find your company very pleasant.” The dark haired man continued. Long time ago Cassius discovered such small tokens of affection did wonders when it came to befriending people. Especially those he wanted to be friends with. As someone with little fear of being rejected, holding inner belief everyone was expandable, he found such open declarations rather easy. Liviana heir didn't really like current Corellian monarch so this visit would happen for the sake of their alliance as they core believes resonated so close to one another.

His gaze wandered off to find an exquisite chronometer strapped to the slender, thin wrist. ”I have to go back now, the party can't be left unattended for long.” Cassius nodded at the building swarming with the high and mighty of Coruscant.. The man disliked letting tight grasp ”Maybe you could join me for a dinner tomorrow?” He offered, giving Samuel encouraging smile.

[Susan]

It did not take much for Samuel to realise that his unwarranted approach on the subject may have been a little premature. No matter how unruly she was, Danica Liviana was still a prize subject, and one that her father would cherish dearly. There was little better than King’s blood, and the girl possessed one of those few things, a pure blood line traced back from the early days. The Royal family was incredibly reluctant to even consider having their people mix with those of ‘lesser’ blood. Yet it was possible Cassius would see most in the galaxy – perhaps even those with royal blood flowing through their veins – as lessers, unfit pairings. Something Samuel would not agree with, the bloodline would be preserved. A Liviana and Solosten heir would represent two old families uniting, albeit one older than the other. Certainly more mysterious, as well. Perhaps Cassius did not see it that way, but Samuel was not without hope here. He had not yet decided if it was a good idea himself, but if he did – he would push it on to the best of his ability. Although Cassius would not be the only one he would have to get on board, rook had parents, and of course the boy himself had an opinion. Samuel did not want to force his nephew into something he did not want to do. He still would if he felt it necessary, but he would feel bad about it.

”Rook is a Prince of Corellia. A bachelor in high demand with a rich and well bred bloodline. I can certainly talk with some experience about the grandness of our bloodline.”

The self-confident smirk was not hidden, nor the near condescending smug look plastered across his features. This was something he did not do often, but knew that Cassius would be someone who would understand this, and quite possibly agree to it as well. Boasting about one’s family was an incredibly aristocratic thing to do, but a petty practise Samuel often avoided. He usually felt there was no need, his blood was one of the purest in the core. He himself was not royal, but by association his family was – and one of his nephews would be a King. Perhaps there would not be a Cromwell on the throne, but the blood would stand strong. And any rate, there were larger and more influential seats for a Cromwell gluteus to occupy.

”I can understand that. There is little sense in supporting someone you do not believe to be the correct choice.” And now back to politics. It was a seamless transition, although in reality the potential pairing being discussed was as much to do with the galactic game as it was preserving the lineage. The game was everything, and both men – stood impassive, staring out to the sea with unfaltering interest in the near serene image of the dark water – played it as well as any other. Perhaps better. ”I am sure the Goddess will agree with whomever you decide.”

The two men turned to face each other, Samuel barely more than a heartbeat behind his new found friend. The smile remained on hi slips but some of the excitement did falter a little. He had somewhat forgotten himself and where he was, and a tiny part of him had imagined the conversation going on for many more hours. He found Cassius to be a very interesting person indeed.

”The pleasure has been mine, Cassius. And I do apologise for keeping you from your guests, I shall allow them to share you. At least for a little while.” The smile was more of a grin now, of excitement, hunger, and perhaps something else. Samuel was not being entirely humorous, and he would very well want to see Cassius again. ”Dinner would be lovely, I am sure you can recommend an extraordinary dining experience. I will be sure to leave my details with your people.”

He knew full well that Cassius already had all the details necessary to contact him, yet it was all for the look of the thing. They had just met now, tonight, so Samuel could hardly just walk away with another word. No, this was a chance encounter that had become much more. The few hours they had known each other seemed like longer, and Samuel wanted many more of those hours. He would return to the party, mingle a little more – see who needed to be saw, and then he would return home. Taking care to leave his details behind, and eagerly awaiting the call.

”Until next time, Cassius.”