* POLITICIAN / BUSINESSMAN

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{ &. __ EISLEY

              IT HAD BEEN ONE OF THE WORST DAYS, YET EISLEY knew that it wasn’t over. balthazar had come over to dryden vos’ ship absolutely fuming, and eisley knew that his demeanor wouldn’t change upon getting her. she was the one who accepted dryden’s offer, but what choice did she have? eisley didn’t think anyone would be coming for her. however, all she could do now was brace herself for what was yet to come – for balthazar to scream at her or do something more physical. the ride home had seemed like it had lasted for ages with eisley sitting right at zar’s side in the vehicle with his arm around her frame protectively. she expected nothing less, yet she knew that his true feelings towards her wouldn’t be displayed while his driver was right there.

              she was the first to get out of the vehicle, eisley quickly walking inside as if he would leave her alone and drop the situation, but of course he was close behind her. the girl could feel his eyes on her – it was making her stomach drop in the worst ways as she entered his mansion and made her way up the stairs to his room where she expected he’d want her to go. there was no use in fighting him, he’d get what he wanted eventually. while zar was initially relieved to see that she was okay, he also knew that eisley was to blame. she made the choice to go with this stranger when she should have waited for balthazar to pick her up from the cell. when would he have had the time though? she was in there for over twenty four hours, eisley didn’t know how much longer he’d take.

              so eisley walked into his grand bedroom and heard the door shut behind the two of them before turning to face her master with a small sigh and a light frown. the familiar scent of her own home was comforting but she still felt uneasy with what was coming regarding balthazar. she said nothing to him while at dryden’s ship when the deal was happening and she said nothing on the ride home, but she’d have to talk at some point. without her words, she wouldn’t be able to explain herself. ❝ i was in the cell for over a day – i didn’t know whether or not anyone was coming for me… and i would have come back, you know i would have, but that man was the only way out that i had - ❞

               DISCUSSION WITH THAT SEWER RAT OVER HIS PRECIOUS servant had already set off the businessman. the two were silent in their return back to balthazar’s personal ship that he occasionally drove himself when it was dark enough to do so  ( though not for long since it has an automatic steer and highest quality of navigation systems ) . ever since he received eisley back into his arms and made sure that she was safe, balthazar hasn’t glanced at her. not one look due to his silent yet brewing anger with every passing second.

               upon their return home, greeted by a darkened penthouse that balthazar was escorted to earlier today due to the event that ensued. before he could beg any higher being to make sure that eisley remained silent about what had happened -------- the politician began to unbutton his blazer, letting it fall from his shoulders; then he worked on the cuffs that held his sleeves removed in order for zar to roll them just over his elbow. ❛❛   did i allow you to speak, eisley ?  ❜❜   before his young servant could react, the back of balthazar’s hand was raised ----- swiftly it came down hard when it connected with her cheek.

               never allowing her to gain footing, he grabs a great handful of her hair to pull eisley back onto her feet ------- teeth bared as he snarls at her.  ❛❛   I DID NOT !!  i do not care if he was your way out, you pathetic woman, i was coming to save YOU !! instead you were missing for over a day, i sent search parties across coruscant for you ---- then i hear from sewer rat that you’ve been dressed and fed by HIM. do you not understand the complete agony i went through because of you ?!  ❜❜  his voice was hoarse in his raised volume, sweat beading off his forehead while his body shook with fear and anger. it was clear as day how much eisley had meant to him -------- however, his anger towards her wouldn’t be able to be dismissed by the servant.

               instead of hitting her once again, however, balthazar brings her into his arms; a hand cradling the nape of her neck as his nose dips to the curve of her slender neck.  ❛❛   do you know how much i worried for you through every second we were apart, eisley ?  i couldn’t bear to know that you were separated from me... you know i would have come to save you... so why? why didn’t you stay put...? why couldn’t you wait for me? ❜❜ 

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Men’s Journal (January 2018)

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Oh this man was a right bastard Dryden could hear it in his voice. He’d met many a man like this Sivron. Men who thought they could intimidate, use their wealth to boast about their power, Dryden had seen them all during his life with Crimson Dawn. He would eat this man alive, Dryden Vos feared no one, he was just as ruthless as he was well mannered. He didn’t get where he was on charm alone, he’d made a name for himself in the underground world as well as the syndicate, no politician was goin to frighten him. 

He smirks then, listening to the desperation in this man’s voice. Was the girl so precious to him? “Why would I waste my time calling a politician if I did not have his property? I’m merely giving you an opportunity to pick up what is yours before I acquire it for my own business purposes”, he said as he leaned back in his chair looking over at Eisley. He chuckled then knowing of course the man would want proof. “Proof? Of course how would you Iike that proof? Shall I  send a piece of her? What part is your favorite?”, he said as he looked to his nails once more. Yes he definitely needed a manicure.

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if his patience wasn’t running thin before this conversation had even started ------ it truly was now as the other man chuckled mockingly over the comm. frustration caused him to growl as dryden threatened eisley’s body,  ❛❛ your tongue would suffice in proof.  he snaps, standing from his seat slowly in order to pace around his office to calm his shaken nerves.  ❛❛ name your piece, i’ll have it sent to you ----- but i want eisley in one piece. not a hair plucked from her head, do you hear me dryden vos? ❜❜

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‘ oh… you’ve out-dumbed yourself. ’

SENTENCE STARTERS !!

                    ❛❛  that’s hurtful, mr. dameron. if i may boast for a moment, i feel that i’ve done an exemplary job. perhaps, before you start to ridicule my actions, you should look at the… questionable actions you’ve made when you were the commander.  ❜❜

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‘ oh god, um… oh my god, i fucking hate this. ’ - eisley

SENTENCE STARTERS !!

            balthazar, had his arm linked with his servants as they walked through the grand doors into a charity event that he was —– of course —– invited to. he made sure that his servant was dressed appropriately for the night, knowing that her appearance will not only bring ease to any children of poverish backgrounds meet a woman such as eisley and share her own story to them but in favor of those who would benefit him down the line. the night would be long and eisley’s comment had only made him chuckle as he nods to those who greet him, flashing smiles as he always did.  

                     ❛❛  i quite enjoy this —– charity events such as these, i know where my credits are being used. besides, i do enjoy making sure that these children are fed properly, housed in a clean place, and clothed. they deserve it. ❜❜

               the politician eyes her for a moment, admiring the dress she had worn for the occasion. a dress he had bought her earlier this week that fit her quite nicely, gravitating down to whisper in her ear,

                    ❛❛  unless you’d prefer to do something more… intimate before we meet the public? ❜❜

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The dinner went somewhat well. Short but stil he ensured she ate and once finished as promised he lead her to his study. Idle chitchat on the way as he offered her once more a job with him if she wished to leave her master. Dryden Vos took care of his girls, and treated them with the respect they earned. He reminded her that she would have an opportunity to earn her own income as well as freedom, as did all the girls who worked aboard First Light she would have the freedom to pick her own clients as well as make her own schedule. Dryden even considered using her as perhaps another set of eyes and ears.

He sat behind the desk in his study and picked up an ear piece placing it on before he waved a hand over a holopad. Looking over at her he obtained the contact information and placed the call. Of course a man like Sivron would probably never answer a call, men like him always went through servants. Dryden preferred to take his calls personally, there was a certain effect it gave. He leaned back in his chair as he waited.

A chuckle left his lips when the gruff voice came on. Rolling his eyes he sighed.  “Balthazar Sivron, Dryden Vos. I’ve acquired some property of yours, perhaps you would make the time to discuss an arragnement”, he said as he looked over his nails realizing perhaps he was in need of a manicure. “Unless you’re to busy”, he said as he tapped his fingers on the desk.

             the chuckle that rung his ears, the pit of fury and uncertainty had swirled in his abdomen ------- his grip was tight on the armrest of his seat that his knuckles were threatening white, his eyes filled with a fiery anger as the man’s voice had begun to irritate him. however, he inhales deeply allowing himself to take a moment to not lose himself to the frustration. whoever this man was... he knew that there was only one thing he was searching for. the greed and wrath of man ---- pitted against each other for a single woman. his eisley. once he discovered his location and has his precious possession back in his arms, dryden vos would learn of his fury.

            he scoffs, grinding his teeth. balthazar knew it was best not to aggravate whoever this scoundrel was ------ from the sounds of this man, he was a businessman with a motive, and a man such as dryden was no man to simply scoff about. ❛❛  how do i know this isn’t some elaborate ruse you are trying to pull from under me, vos? ❜❜  he had to remain calm ----- any word would have the conniving rat scurry away at any second. ❛❛  we are both businessmen, dryden, and as men in such a profession we would like proof of our products ---- prove to me that you have what is mine. ❜❜  his voice sharp and simply ready to implode on itself the further he couldn’t hear her voice. ❛❛  once i have proof, we can form an arrangement. ❜❜

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             upon the time of his emergence from his forced hiding, balthazar was pacing in his new studio, muttering something to himself in frustration as he started to look over the various charts and paperwork that needed signing for preparations of supplies and artillery coming in for the resistance. work never seemed to end ---- which came with the territory of becoming allies with a cause that would assist in his general public reputation that was already far more existent than most senators and representatives in the senate. however, that was besides what was truly bothering him ----- eisley was missing. his doe-eyed servant who was always so diligent in her tasks and keeping up with balthazar’s personal... activities. they had lost one another in the mess of being dragged from his home into the hands of the resistance that had done their duty to protect him ---- but, they had failed to bring his primary servant to him despite how many times he had commanded them to. 

            he knew that the soldiers were far too fearful to leave powerful men and women to search for some lowly servant --- and if it weren’t for the fact that he had to keep an appearance to all of this allies, he would have blasted their heads off their neck.

             as he was lost in the swirling thoughts of his precious eisley, one of his servants had entered the room meekly ---- fairly new to her role she was trying to make herself presentable, despite the fact that he could see her from his peripheral. he snarls frustratingly as she emitted a nervous aura, causing her to yelp out that he was being summoned by someone of the name of dryden vos was trying to contact him. the name was... familiar, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on who this person was ----- instead of snarling at the woman again who was holding a commlink out for the businessman to take.

             ❛❛   this is sivron, whoever this is, i would speak very quickly and brief if you want my attention ---- i am a busy man. ❜❜

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             CHAOS. it spread like wildfire among the cityscape ----- as soon as the first strike against the federal building shook all of coruscant. it was the thunderous cacophony of shattering concrete and metal, the screams of citizens like a symphonious sound. and it only grew louder until the battle began to die down. for balthazar, he was brought elsewhere far from the battle along with other politicians and those of higher status. the resistance ever so diligent with their top benefactors ----- making sure that each was accommodated with a personal platoon of well-trained soldiers that protected them against anyone who dared tried to get to them. 

             of course, it wasn’t as if balthazar wouldn’t have been able to help himself, the man has quite the aim of a man who would easily be underestimated by some trooper. besides, one must be able to protect himself when the time arises. so he kept his hand right over the blaster in the hidden holster underneath his cloak ------ keeping himself focused on whatever dangers decide to come into the room.

             however, they seemed to have evaded trouble for a kriffing eternity it seemed like. the room hardly had windows so it was difficult to see if daylight had ever come, but when news traveled across the room from the soldiers that the fight was finished, they were all lead to the entertainment district. for balthazar, he refused to stay in some apartment that would have been provided to him ----- so he secured a penthouse that was far more to his liking, far safer than simply living in some run-down apartment.

             when the fires of war had died down, so did the screams of the citizens and aircraft that soared through the air. the reports had come and balthazar was ready to speak with the resistance ----- being one of the many allies who had kept their artilleries and ships hidden from the first order; preventing them from losing most of the weaponry that the resistance would need when they were prepared to strike once again. 

             the resistance worked tirelessly; however, so do those who work in the background to make sure the cause is still moving along. politicians, activists, donors, private practices that were on the side of the resistance ----- perhaps not in cahoots, but they all worked towards a single goal; of course, if any of them were like balthazar, it was simply to rise further into the ranks of political status so he may have more of a standing with the senate; then abolish the first order by all means at their disposal. a motive that simply to avenge those he had lost to the first order ----- but he wouldn’t stop, no matter the consequences; not even if the entire galaxy turned against him ---- he will not fail.

             as one of the main benefactors to the resistance, he was one of the many volunteers who was providing shelter to the fighters and for the base of operations ----- which meant that he was allowed to walk into the new resistance base without being stopped or queries to keep him from doing so. with trusted guards trailing behind him, he searches for someone to help direct him to someone in charge or power around the area ---- simply wanting learn what of the next move the resistance has up their sleeve, so he can prepare for the strike.

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✕ … JEFF GOLDBLUM … BALTHAZAR SIVRON: NOW ARRIVING IN CORUSCANT. HE STANDS WITH THE RESISTANCE/ALONE AND IS S I X T Y YEARS OLD ACCORDING TO HIS CHART. PAST RECORDS SHOW THAT HE IS KNOWN TO BE IMPISH AND CHARISMATIC, SO TREAD WITH CAUTION SINCE HE IS STILL A POLITICIAN AND BUSINESSMAN FROM CORUSCANT … [ FRUITS | 19 | PT | SHE/HER ]

tw: minor gore, death mentions, brutal torture, heavily implied toxic relationship

born and raised in the highest tier of coruscant. his father was a politician of the while his mother was the heiress to a trading conglomerate galaxy-wide---- one of the oldest corporations the galaxy has ever known.

growing up in such an environment had meant opportunity for the best education, clothing, and more credits than anyone could ever dream of. however, having a child was merely for the sake of a good image to the public---- behind closed doors his parents rarely interacted, after all, it was an arranged marriage. they had made sure he was well taken care of----- however, he was the heir to his mother’s company as well as being raised by his father to becoming an asset to the political pool.

balthazar was always a quiet boy---- even more so due to the way he was raised, however, when an opportunity came--- like a switch he was under the spotlight. he charmed everyone until he got his way, the rise of his reputation even from a young age. competing or disagreeing politicians were wary of him----- but the public adored him, despite the fact he wasn’t a full-fledged man of politics.

reputation was everything to the sivron family, especially since they have been the resistance’s long-lasting partners---- dating back to the early times of the republic era. though the family was far more focused on politics and keeping business on the rise---- they were entirely loyal to the cause of keeping the freedom within the people, after all: they are the representatives of the people first and foremost--- and whatever the people wanted, they followed for the sake of keeping face.

much like his parents, all balthazar had ever known was how to sway someone onto his side---- never truly experiencing his life since they made sure his focus was on the prize: a clean reputation and make sure their family name was engraved in history. carrying the weight of such a title of sivron. they said it was an honor, but in balthazar’s case, it was more of a curse. though he’s grown to be a philanthropist and successful business owner----- there was this deep-rooted hatred of his family name. by the age of twenty-five, he was the proud president of sivron trading co. and a politician on the rise.

so what does a young and devilishly handsome man with loads of money and influence do when he isn’t in front of the spotlight? drinks, throw private parties, and lays with many people. of course, it isn’t until he meets a beautiful woman at one of his parties that he couldn’t help what his heart had desired. after many attempts of trying to win the woman over with his charm and wit, and constantly (respectfully) declined---- his persistence ended up being rewarded when he finally allowed himself to be open with the young woman. the two were just a man and a woman---- no labels to hold down their impulsive hearts.

young and free, the two were like a whirlwind---- powerful together, but also unstable and unpredictable. they both lived for the thrill they created together that it wasn’t crazy enough for them to have been wedded within the next two years they spent together, and another year passing that they were with child. balthazar had never known what true unconditional love was until his new family---- finding love with a woman who was far kinder and held an elegant innocence he held close to his heart, and his beautiful son who was spry and full of wonderment. if that was happiness he felt in his heart, it was soon ripped out of his ribcage and eaten by the wolves known as war.

the galaxy was ruthless and so was those in power---- siths rose up and the jedi order was diminishing, and the universe started to become darker. though balthazar held influence and was a high profiled politician for the republic, it was certainly overlooked when his home invaded by those of the empire. it wasn’t uncommon for influential persons to be targeted by the opposition---- but it was never easier for balthazar to feel his life or his family’s life on the line. however, at this time the empire was being pushed into a corner by the republic and it was time for desperate measures for them.

balthazar’s life was spared---- but not without a lesson from the empire. a lesson that was engraved into his mind forever. his family---- tortured, his wife electrocuted until her brains were fried. and his son... his poor son... his blood spilled on the white marble of their home. even facing his own set of tortures that included the removal of his wrist and a few fingers his executioner and interrogator had believed was the way to make him give up the republic’s locations and the shipping of their equipment. but he’d rather swallow his own blood before swallowing his pride.

a torturous night ended with a rescue of the politician---- but not the heart of the man who had died along with his family. years would pass, and he would often wake in a blinded fury and terror that his grief gradually turned to a burning wrath which he generated into his goal to burn every last person of the empire until victorious ashes came down across the galaxy. however, he held a position where he was far too influential and known to be a philanthropist and understanding leader to the people that if he showed any sign of his wrath would disrupt their trust in him. the image of a benevolent but iron-fisted representative would be ruined----- along with the sivron name.

guilt and ever consuming wrath became the void in his soul that couldn’t be replenished---- no one could save him from the pain that was the loss of his family. not even time could heal his frigid being. until he met her. she was the face of pure grace and innocence that was far too familiar. a small creature she stood---- a doe who was far too nervous and curious about the man whom she was serving for the few days he was visiting hoth for professional purposes. he had spoken with her a few times---- even finding her presence similar to his own wife; elegant and kind, however, the difference was that the girl was young. inexperienced and uncertain. but he knew... he knew that he couldn’t leave hoth without her---- not under the circumstances she was under. however---- as time went on, he managed to wrap the young woman around his finger. keeping her under his control when he gained her trust, while he used her to fulfill what he lost--- and sate the wrath rooted deep in his soul.

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Jeff Goldblum photographed by Matt Barnes for Sharp magazine