Sun Dec 16, 2012 6:00 pm by Cain Dracus
*The duo arrived at the Tower's entrance. The doors parted, revealing a very standard looking atrium. White marble and gold. Highly aesthetically pleasing to the eyes, and spared no expense to do so. The tower had been built at the height of the Tyrian Triumvirate. Since it's decline and subsequent fall, the high class standards of luxury hadn't changed. Despite being a Sith aligned world, it certainly didn't mean that everything had to be all doom and gloom. Cain and his guest, Sacha, walked towards the turbolift. The door slide open and the two stepped in. Cain extended his clawed finger and pressed the appropriate button for the floor he wanted. The doors slid seamlessly shut and the lift began to move upwards. Shortly thereafter, the lift slowed and came to a halt. The doors parted, revealing a long hallway. It's appearance was vastly different to that of the atrium. Whereas the atrium was white marble and gold, the hallway was of rich red velvet upholstery. Carpets, curtains, drapes and furniture were all fitted with a beautiful shade of red. Certain objects within the hallway were trimmed with gold. And the walls were of the deepest of blacks. Each color was picked out by Viox Savage himself. Each color held meaning to him as well as being his former Clan colors. Despite the darker air to the hallway, it still held a feel of vast luxury, wealth and power. Even someone such as Sacha would be able to feel the dark energies radiating from the very walls themselves. The two walked down the hall, past several unmarked and marked doors. Cain came to a stop before a glossy black door with a beautiful ornate golden handle. Without lifting a finger, the door opened, revealing a beautifully furnished room. A large queen sized bed with quilts of the finest quality. Several antique wooden pieces of furniture adorned the room as well. Cain turned to Sacha, peering at her from beneath his helmeted head. His raspy metallic voice broke the soft silence.*
Dracus:"In the adjoining rooms are a refresher unit as well as a kitchenette. Everything is fully stocked and if you require anything, an assistant shall be waiting to accept any requests you have. As you can see, we do not ill treat any of our humble...'guests'. You are not a prisoner here. These quarters and the services rendered should be a testament to that. Unfortunately, if you are thinking of escaping, don't. We are a desert planet. You wouldn't get far, provided you could slip past our security. The only way you are getting off-planet it is we allow it. Now, have a pleasant evening. Get some rest, as 0900 comes early..."
*With a slight inclination of his head, Cain turned on his heel and strode back down the hallway towards the lift. As the doors closed on the lift, he smiled beneath his helmet.*
*This woman was the key to his research. She was the missing link he was looking for. She was the next evolutionary step in his search for genetic perfection. She had to be treated with respect, yet punished harshly if she disobeyed or deviated from the set parameters. So far her cooperation was most helpful. Provided she continued to be of such help, he wouldn't have to do much except give her the right push at the right time....*