Varvonti System
It was the most appropriate place to hold a meeting as the Varvonti system, like Tolbiazot, was initially colonized to be a star system for upper class getaway resorts and noble vacation estates. On Omega Noblesse, the smallest but closest moon of the primary planet in the system, a palace complex that covered the entire surface of the moon stood proudly over the planet, watching the lesser estates from above. The complex itself was built with large meetings and congresses in mind, the central palace commanding several immense ballrooms and grand halls to accommodate the large numbers of guests that might use the various auditoriums, amphitheaters, and meeting halls scattered about the palace. Of course, lodging was of Imperial quality, guests accommodated with suites and apartments, rather than mere rooms. Palace Chamberlain Setzera Garamondov finished inspecting these suites a few minutes ago, and now began his final inspections of the various drawing rooms and lounges that would inevitably come of use during meeting breaks. After all, real business found itself in the back rooms, not the halls.
“These should be fitting. Marle, keep the central body and the north wings open. Seal off the west wings and the western annex, and seal the third east wing. The first and second east wings should be acceptable for lodging and dining purposes, and the east annex will be enough for any private meetings away from the central chambers.” The First Chamberlain (a position similar to a chief of staff, but to the Palace Chamberlain) bowed politely, gracefully yet quickly moving away in her formal staff uniform. Garamondov sighed. Well, with that done, I suppose I should go check on the rest of things.
“I never imagined this place would actually get as much use as it is now. Do you even think people will come?” Sefirah Katazarov's avatar strolled through the central courtyard, enjoying the views of the amaranth flowers lining the crystal pathways, with streams of gold and honeydew meandering through the fairy tale horticulture. He chuckled. Sometimes I wonder if the Andropovs read too much Lewis Carroll. Shavar felt a chin rest on his shoulder from the girl he was carrying, her legs and arms wrapped around his chest. He winced when she spoke, her breath tickling his ear.
“Oh, I wouldn't worry about that. Our Prince is with the one Sith guy from the Republic. Honestly,” she said, contorting her face in a frustrated and disappointed look. “It's pretty ironic that the Sith approached us to talk about peace and culture.” The Sefirah laughed, pushing her off his back. She squeaked.
“While I agree with you, Rydia, we will have to accept their differences. If we can use this opportunity to create a stronger order in our galactic neighborhood, we should.” Rydia Aerifachov frowned, to which Katazarov only shrugged in response. Looking up into the sky, he sighed. “Well, I think our guests should be arriving soon. It's your responsibility to greet them, is it not?”
“Keep your thanks,” Tarakh said, responding to the Sith lord in the indoor amphitheater where the primary meeting would be taking place. “The Amaranthine Imperium hosts this event out because of our own desires.” Velikiy Knyaz Tarakh Tzarevich Andropov arranged his notes at the front of the room aside from the Sith Lord representing the Imperium's partner in the endeavor. Behind them, an immense crystal throne towered over the rest of the room, with a mythril podium separating it from the rest of the amphitheater. On a lower level, two platinum half-thrones sat on a balcony of the levitating platform, the center and end of which stood another, smaller mythril podium for the purposes of the longer and attention-getting speeches from either of the sub-hosts, or any attendee with a sense of the dramatic. Turning at the sound of the door, Tarakh nodded to Chamberlain Garamondov, who bowed low.
“Your Majesty, all things are prepared to your specifications.” The Prince nodded.
“Very well. Inform the captain of the guard to prepare to receive guests, and have everyone take their places immediately.” Acknowledging the order, the Palace Chamberlain hurried off as the amphitheater was suddenly filled with creatures. The Ekhaecan Guards, immense anthropomorphic dragon-like creatures clad in shining Saryaasium armor, wielding some sort of strange Kavashar - derivitave pole-arm, lined the theater, positioned at the doors, the the back ends of isles, and around the levitating stage – even on the stage itself, with two flanking the crystal throne, two in front of the central podium, and one at each end of the balcony. The same guardians would also be found at the entrances to the various halls, lining the Grand Hall, and at the doors into the palace, and at the gates of the central courtyard. They were the personal guard of the Mahatzar of the Amaranthine Imperium, the guardians of the Palace Moon of Kaesthöndheim and the Infinite Library, and they were present at the palace for a glamorous show of force on the part of the Imperium.
Of course, the real security was invisible. Praesillei Dei patrolled the grounds without physical form, and the entire place was being monitored by both technological and magical surveillance methods. In space, vessels of Democratic Colonies, Skaugra and GearCorp, two subsidiary nations of the Imperium and the corporation which ruled it (and the Andropov's had almost controlling shares of) provided the overt security and escorts. Of course, like the palace grounds, the real security was unseen. The will and force of the Ea'Hayyoth which guarded this system would certainly be detected by anyone with a feel for the magic or the psionic. Noticeably absent from view were any Imperial warships, although anyone who knew the Amaranthine Imperium and their penchant for dimensional manipulation would speculate quite correctly that they were watching out of sight from a higher plane.
Granted, it was unlikely anyone would attempt something stupid; this was not Delta, after all. This Southern Cultural and Economic Union would be the dawn of a new era of cooperation and trade amongst the galaxy's more civilized nations. Hopefully.
