It had been months since anyone had a full conversation with the Quaestor, but tonight he was making a special effort to speak with everyone who attended his party. Thran Occasus had been a transient over the past several weeks. He was jetsetting from system to system, avoiding the hordes of Vong which still owned the greater part of the Galaxy. His only companion was Ms. Emily Coral, his newly employed and bewitchingly beautiful personal aide. Their increasingly affectionate relationship was the talk of the soiree.
As the dashingly handsome Quaestor made his rounds, stopping to visit with the guests, the group of women that joined him increased. Even Impetus had decided to join the revelries; after all, Thran had never thrown a bad party. It was somewhat awkward with all the women that hovered around the Quaestor, each jockeying for the positions on his side. Emily hung off of the Quaestors arm like a deliverymans satchel, chuckling at every joke he told, clearly marking her territory. Unbeknownst to her, Emily was under strict surveillance. Robin Hawk and Kat Pridemore had claimed a small stretch of the bar for the women of House Dorimad Sol. The two had spent hours conjuring some rumor about the racy secretary.
Ughh. Look at the way she holds on to him, like a two bit hussy. Kat growled.
I know! I mean, have some respect for yourself, honey. If I could think of something that would degrade her and not Thran I would tell everyone that she did it. Robin replied.
After some time, they agreed they could not come up with anything and they would leave the rumors for someone else to concoct. The two daughters of Dorimad Sol stood up from their post at the bar, and went out to join the rest of the party. Thran had brought a handful of his friends, all of who were rather pleasing to their now drunken eyes. Among the crowd, Dante prowled for a late night rendez-vous. He scoped out the available crop of young women, looking for an easy target. When Thran passed, followed by a gaggle of barely dressed broads, Dante hopped on the train.
Thran! He called out, hurrying to catch up with the charming Bakuran and his seemingly piquant wit. Wait up!
Dante, how are you? Enjoying yourself yet? Thran said, holding to meet his enforcer.
Im having a great time, Thran. Though, I was wondering if I might have a word with Miss Coral The Templar inquired.
Looking over his shoulder at the ravishing blonde, the Quaestor replied. No, you may not. However, you may have more than a word with Qira or Arlunia. They are close friends of mine, and I am sure they will meet all your needs.
Dante smiled as the two girls stepped forward. They laced their arms in his, and dragged him off into the depths of the party. As they moved back into the crowd, they brushed passed the shit-canned Knight, Korvyn. If there was anyone in the room that had drank more than the Quaestor, it was most certainly Korvyn. Earlier in the evening, someone reported that he was urinating in the potted plants. Thran, unphased by the notice, commissioned someone to make sure he didnt miss the small clay pots. Upon seeing the Quaestor, Korvyn became overwhelmed with love and happiness. He couldnt help the urge to throw his arms around Thran, if only to thank him for the free alcohol. Much to the chagrin of the Quaestor, Korvyn was uninhibited enough to do so. He slurred his words, but Thran got the message.
By this time, everyone was having a great time. Even Cethgus, the wonder failure of Casanovas, had met a lovely Twilek girl who looked ready enough to jump him on the spot. These were the usual kind of women that Thran kept around, the kind that spice up any party. From a distance, it appeared as though Cethgus was stuck to her by adhesive gel. Though, as Thran approached the black and white Zabrak, he became more and more convinced that the Twilek had eaten something tasty earlier that day and Cethgus was going in after it.
Cethgus, Can I pry you away for a moment? The Quaestor asked.
A bit distracted, Cethgus replied with a grunt. Thran literally had to pry them apart. Once apart, Thran smiled at Cethgus. I just wanted to say, Congratulations. A personal one, from me to you. The Quaestor said, graciously displaying his semi-respectable side.
No offence, Sir But LEAVE ME ALONE! Cethgus said, turning back to devouring the youthful twileks face.
Thran looked out over the party and smiled to himself. Impetus, who was among the crowd leaned up upon the Bakuran. She whispered something to him, which was met with a bigger grin.
Sure beats the hell out of those lame Rituals and Rites. Man, I love this job. Thran said aloud.
*To be Continued* Next Episode: The Hangover
Ladies and Gentlemen:
I present to you, for the first time in 2 months, weighing in at about an 1/8th of an ounce With an undefeated record
THE Undisputed Heavyweight Report Champion!!! HDS QUA REPORT!!!!
Progeny of the 10,000 Suns:
Ok, so You may have thought I was dead. Im not, I think. The doctors say that breathing and brain activity, even as minimal as mine, legally constitutes life. In all honesty, I just kinda stopped reporting. They are decidingly drab and take forever to do. Which I suppose is why I am supposed to do them.
Anyway, on to the important stuff. Promotions are first.
Congratulations to Cethgus who was just promoted to OP. Cethgus has worked hard for me over the years and in spite of his annoyingness, has become one of my close friends. Congratulations Cethgus, thank for all the hard work.
Congratulations to Tollo, Barran Edrigu, and Reiden! On their recent journeyman elevations! Congratulations guys and keep up the hard work!
Next, we move on to notable Medals!
Congratulations to Dante on a Grand Cross. I know it might not have been the exact present he was looking for, but a GC is nothing to sneeze at. The amount of hard work and dedication it requires to merit one is quite staggering. Dante, Congrats, stay Pimpin Baby!
Alrighty now we move on to the real good stuff The Juicy stuff
Future Plans:
Alright So, the Castle is not going as well as I expected. Ive been moving so slowly on it, mainly from a lack of time. I hope to get something together with some interested members, so that I can finally get done with this Project. Its been looming over my head for my whole tenure. So, if you are interested in contributing, please contact me! This way I can whore you out for medals! Theres nothing wrong with Whoring yourself out. I mean, I do it for fun no medals involved!
The project itself will consist of at least 2 images of the Castle from the Exterior, and a VERY time consuming process of creating the floor plan. Additionally, I will require someone to create an adequately sized and well written description of the Castle and all its parts. Further more, Graphics of some of the prized artwork and sights around the castle would be a lovely addition. If you are graphically talented, I need your help! I can do some of it, but I am not quite ambitious enough to handle it all myself!
Next up, Before DS left for HC, He gave me a great idea for a competition that would last around a month. Look for more details sometime during the summer!
Reporting: I plan to do more. I feel shitty that Ive not been keeping yall in the loop. Im sorry.
Until the Hangover ends
-TO
Random Quote:
The Office: US Version
Michael Scott: 'Hug it out, bitch.' That is what men say to each other after a fight. They hug it out, in doing so they just let it go, and walk away, and they're done. Not a good idea to say that to a woman, however, I've found. Doesn't translate.
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Darkfully Yours,
SBL Thran Occasus (Sith)/QUA/ Dorimad Sol of Scholae Palatinae SB/ GC / SC-SoA / AC / DC-KC-O-CS / (GN) (SN) (BN)/ Cr-4S-6E-2T-1Q / CF-BlF-RF / SI / SoL / LSB / S:-5Al-3D
{SA: KS: ToL - AS - AIM - IRC - IRO - GL - LA - ACC - CM - PS - D: KCORE - FA - MED - KP - GS - O: SCORE - ST - ISET - ESET - K: OCORE - TS - LS}
Perfection is Dedication. Dedication is Dominance. Dominance is Dorimad Sol!
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