The envelope is ripped away, revealing a cream-colored letter with gold print. It appears to be hand-written.
Dear Melkor Esgabath,
You are hereby invited to a formal banquet hosted by the Imperial Youth, attendable by invitation only. Please present this letter at the door to the banquet hall of the Imperial Youth Resources to gain entry. Your attendance is highly anticipated.
It is signed 'The Imperial Youth' and lists an address for the location of the banquet.
But it isn't Anaztazia.
Imperial Youth Resources, Banquet Hall
The Imperial Youth Resources Office is an elegant structure on campus, its architecture designed to match that of the Imperial Palace, blended with the designs of the Academy. Nowhere near as awe-inspiringly massive as the Palace, of course, but simply an ode to its grandeur.
It has been one week since you tore open your invitation. In that time you have been studying hard, playing catch-up on your assignments and lectures. Your professors understand the circumstances and do not hold it against you. In fact, you are excelling. Not surprising, of course, for someone so brilliant and noble as yourself...
Janus has kept you informed about the situation on Erengard. Einar is stubbornly resisting Imperial demands that he integrate his forces with the Imperial war machine. Apparently the Kostas of Solstheim, Anaztazia's family, have been trying to convince both sides to some sort of treaty. Meanwhile, Janus has been gathering men...
The guests are arriving to the Imperial Youth banquest, just as you do. No doubt you are wearing your finest attire and accompanied by some gorgeous girl you met in Galactic History lecture.
Melkor indeed has his most elegant suit and now confidently enters the Banquet, determined to use this opportunity as much as possible.
Girl accompanying him is youg twi`lek noble called Selina, who does not have reputation of great student, but is popular for different reasons, her looks not being the least of it.
The banquet hall itself has a long table that stretches down the center of it, solid and spacious so that the bountiful amounts of exotic foods can be strewn across it in various arrangements. High-backed seats are provided for guests as they begin to take their seats.
Selina leaves your arm to go flirt with someone just you reach a timid man checking for invitations.
"Invitation?" he asks.
After much chattering and shuffling of people around the table, everyone is seated. As this is a meeting for the Imperial Youth, the majority of the attendees are young men and women from the Imperial Academy. Some are small children accompanied by their parents, the offspring of influential Coruscanti families or high-ranking officials and officers. You may even know who some of them are, with Savoir-Faire.
Droids and servants are walking about with refreshments while the timid man makes sure that everyone is properly seated and telling everyone to begin eating.
"You paid to be here, please enjoy!" he bids you as he walks by.
But you did not pay to be here, you only received the invitation. To be honest, you are not entirely sure what this banquet is even for, Melkor. All these important people...
"Did you not read what this was for when you paid for it?" the man asks. "That's an awful lot of money to be throwing away on something you don't even know about!"
Savoir-Faire says... this man is Moff Garidge, one of the wealthiest men in the Empire! And now that you think about it, all of the other persons that you recognize are from wealthy families.
This must be a fundraiser.