Post by Solomon Zambrano on Sept 26, 2017 21:24:28 GMT -5
Penthouse Towers, Coruscant
Imperial Center was a marvel to behold up close. The capital of the Galactic Empire was a sprawling eucmenopolis under the full might of the Home Defense Fleet orbiting the world. Coruscant was always surging with activity all hours of the day and night the one city that never truly slept.
But something stirred.
Deep within the rich high class sector of the world moved a great shadow. A hidden leviathan shrouded by a cloud of darkness obscuring his terrifying visage from the world. A carefully laced sith spell of concealment hid his very existence from any who may be attuned to the ways of the force. To the outside world the man was Daemon Kuat, Lord of the Royal House of Kuat and Hereditary CEO of the Kuat Drive Yards. Daemon was dressed down to the nines in a luxury custom designer suit outfitted with armorweave to resist vibroblades and including some blaster resistance all the typical precautions taken by an independent noblemen of his power.
But this was a clever façade.
The powers of alchemy gifted the Dark Lord of the Sith the ability to alter his body on the molecular level. The Black's mastery in the field allowed him to seamlessly transform from the true Solomon Zambrano the nine foot god into the false life he built for himself on Kuat. The young Daemon wasn't a giant rippling with muscle radiating a maelstrom of dark side power around his form. Daemon could blend in with a crowd. A simple signet ring holding the symbol of House Kuat sat on his finger and a blaster pistol strapped in the interior of his boot.
The Dark Lord didn't need a lightsaber to unleash death and destruction on his foes.
A small escort force merely to act as bodyguards remained nearby but away enough not to cause attention when the Dark Lord swept in with a fake smile and a well placed lie. Even disguised his voice was mesmerizing, almost captivating. It was as if he could convince you of anything simply because he said it. Before long the manager had already grabbed the master card and escorted the man up to the desired room. Not everyone here completely knew Keylee Lorel and not even the manager wanted to question the Lord, so it ultimately made getting into her penthouse suite easy.
Once inside the man known as Daemon simply swept to the liquor cabinet and grabbed a glass, he pulled out an expensive bottle of an exotic booze, and poured it straight sitting down on the couch in her living room glass in hand.
There he waited.
Imperial Center was a marvel to behold up close. The capital of the Galactic Empire was a sprawling eucmenopolis under the full might of the Home Defense Fleet orbiting the world. Coruscant was always surging with activity all hours of the day and night the one city that never truly slept.
But something stirred.
Deep within the rich high class sector of the world moved a great shadow. A hidden leviathan shrouded by a cloud of darkness obscuring his terrifying visage from the world. A carefully laced sith spell of concealment hid his very existence from any who may be attuned to the ways of the force. To the outside world the man was Daemon Kuat, Lord of the Royal House of Kuat and Hereditary CEO of the Kuat Drive Yards. Daemon was dressed down to the nines in a luxury custom designer suit outfitted with armorweave to resist vibroblades and including some blaster resistance all the typical precautions taken by an independent noblemen of his power.
But this was a clever façade.
The powers of alchemy gifted the Dark Lord of the Sith the ability to alter his body on the molecular level. The Black's mastery in the field allowed him to seamlessly transform from the true Solomon Zambrano the nine foot god into the false life he built for himself on Kuat. The young Daemon wasn't a giant rippling with muscle radiating a maelstrom of dark side power around his form. Daemon could blend in with a crowd. A simple signet ring holding the symbol of House Kuat sat on his finger and a blaster pistol strapped in the interior of his boot.
The Dark Lord didn't need a lightsaber to unleash death and destruction on his foes.
A small escort force merely to act as bodyguards remained nearby but away enough not to cause attention when the Dark Lord swept in with a fake smile and a well placed lie. Even disguised his voice was mesmerizing, almost captivating. It was as if he could convince you of anything simply because he said it. Before long the manager had already grabbed the master card and escorted the man up to the desired room. Not everyone here completely knew Keylee Lorel and not even the manager wanted to question the Lord, so it ultimately made getting into her penthouse suite easy.
Once inside the man known as Daemon simply swept to the liquor cabinet and grabbed a glass, he pulled out an expensive bottle of an exotic booze, and poured it straight sitting down on the couch in her living room glass in hand.
There he waited.