The disguised Darth Metus stood silently while clutching his cocktail glass. It was out-of-character to be drinking something other then straight liquor in a bottle. This was rather unbecoming of him. He almost felt insulted holding such a puny glass intended for the herd of weak-body individuals known as 'aristocrats' who pay people like him to do dirty work. It was a strange feeling. It seemed every time Victus did mercenary work, he felt as though Mandalorian glory could not be obtained through various contracts with pathetic opportunists. However when there wasnt any contracts to do, he found himself bored enough to seek some out. A vicious cycle.
The beast of a man turned his head slightly behind him to see his Duro employer appearing from the door while fidgeting with his tie. Victus couldnt help but feel certain animosity toward the alien for the cocky smirk he wore across his blue face. Amalek's ref eyes met with Victus's own when he was through toying with the object. "Does my tie look okay? I can't mingle up to the guests looking like common street trash." Victus observed Mr. Drak with a visible scowl. For a second, he contemplated how easy it would be to snap his neck but contrary to popular belief, the former Sith had more restraint then that. "You seem presentable enough, Amalek"
Victus responded with that same animosity in his tone. Amalek rolled his crimson eyes and batted his hand to Victus's response. "Bah, what would a goon like you know about high class fashion anyway? I dont even know why I asked." Amalek's retort made Victus grit his teeth with a hateful grunt.
Yet another grunt emitted from Victus's lips when his employer gave him a stern pat on the back after brandishing his cane. "Stay close behind me, Ordo. I want these people to realize I ain't one to be intimidated." It was also a display of wealth and power to Drak to have someone as fearsome as Victus in his employment. The two men entered the hustle and bustle of the crowd while Amalek nodded off to people he'd known and had previously done business with. Victus stayed close behind his employer, still nursing that same cocktail he has had since the start.
The ballroom fell into a silent hush when the noble from Had Abbadon was announced. Victus himself was taken back just a tad. He didn't expect to see an aristocrat seemingly as built as himself. Perhaps he was too quick to judge these people. Eh, probably not. Interestingly enough though, Victus recalled hearing the name 'Had Abbadon' once during his tutelage on Korriban. He remembered his master muttering it but he could, for the life of him, recall the reason or context. The large man peered over to Amalek whom he could see growing that same cocky grin and rubbing his hands together in the universal sign for greed.
Amalek strolled over to the man known as Evander Remus, first quickly examining his bodyguards then the noble himself. "Ah, Mr Remus! A pleasure to finally meet your acquaintance. I received the memo your secretary forwarded over to my office about some juicy
business proposition. Rumor has it that it has something to do with that worthless dust bowl of a planet, Korriban." The Duro lowered his head and looked at Evander slyly. "What is it youre looking for? Jewels? Treasure? Hidden secrets?!" It was obvious he was interested, a typical schemer.
Victus tried to hide his utter contempt for Amalek's comment about Korriban being 'worthless dust bowl'. He couldn't even give the slightest indication that he had any attachment to that place. Instead he simply ignore his employer's ramblings to Evander and gave a silent respectful nod to the Had Abbandon bodyguards. However the same moment he decided to sip on his cocktail is when his senses began to pick a signature of light. His dark eyes slowly edged to the corner of his face to gaze upon two Jedi conversating within the crowd. Truth be told, he was in Federation space so he shouldn't be as surprised as he was that some showed up. Still, he masked his force signature well to keep up his inconspicuousness. As much as the former Sith hankered for a good fight and to avenge his fellow darksiders, he would force himself to avoid the pair... ...that is unless his 'dear' employer sought something from them. Although Victus was an expert tracker because of his force sense and Mandalorian skill, he wouldnt let the Jedi out of his sight. </div>
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