galacticrepublicwarcrimes: lumiink:Senator Bane | So the @celebrate-the-clone-wars Fanart Friday p

galacticrepublicwarcrimes: lumiink: Senator Bane | So the @celebrate-the-clone-wars Fanart Friday prompt got super stuck in my head this week, and I just had to draw Cad Bane as a terrifyingly competent Senator. There was something… dangerous about Senator Cad Bane of Duros. That was the only way Padmé could describe it: prowling, velvety danger. The kind that hypnotized before striking. Senator Bane was an impeccable dresser: all golden finery and flowing robes – maroon, blue, black, and gold melting together almost sensually. His drawling accent was what struck Padmé most of all. It was different than the usual Duros speech patterns. She later learned his accent was a regional variation from the Descent Ghetto of the floating city New Tayana – despite his refined tastes, Bane had not been raised in the lap of luxury. He didn’t speak much in hearings and meetings. But he observed with the unsettling attentiveness of a predator. His gaze was a physical presence. The Duro representative approached Amidala at a Senate banquet one night. A glass of Alderaanian wine – the expensive stuff, of course – was settled gracefully in his hand. Padmé had to clamp down on the urge to narrow her eyes at him: that very same week, Bane had passed a deal through the Senate that secured his planet a very lucrative GAR contract to build military starships. Amidala had opposed it, arguing it would only escalate the war, but her and her ally colleagues were unable to smack it down. Senator Bane was a savvy, terrifyingly-competent politician who did not bother hiding it. “Senator Amidala,” the Duros drawled, bowing slightly (and not even disturbing the surface of his wine.) “So nice t’see you at dis banquet. I wasn’t expectin’ yer attendance.” Padmé gave no outward indication of anything other than polite neutrality. “Senator Bane,” she returned. “And why is that?” Bane’s large red eyes glinted like the gold adorning his cloak. “Most Senators would’ve hidden der faces after a defeat like yours,” he explained. “But, den again, yer not most Senators.” Ohhhh, this fierfek. Padmé wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of anger. Instead, she schooled her face into condescending amusement. “Indeed I am not, Senator,” she replied smoothly. “It’s good to know you’re aware of it.” And the Duros smirked. For an instant, Amidala saw the man who had clawed his way to the top by whatever means necessary – a nexu in fine robes. Those unnerving eyes flickered up and down the Naboo Senator in a way that was expertly calculated: not lecherous, but not exactly chaste either. It was a power move Padmé had seen before – but never so elegantly executed. “It’s an awful shame we don’t work together, Amidala,” Bane fairly purred. “We’d make… effective partners. Don’chu think?” He accented his words with a languorous sip of wine, which allowed Padmé a brief glimpse at his fangs. If Padmé were being perfectly honest with herself, this was perhaps the most fun she could remember having while speaking to a fellow Senator. She had wonderful, warm, and pleasant – and combative and infuriating and terrible, of course – conversations with her colleagues. But it was very rare to feel a thrill like the one she felt subtly sparring with the representative for Duro. This time, Amidala mirrored Bane’s smirk: a reminder that she was every bit as tough and powerful as he. “I quite agree, Bane,” she said. “Please: call me Cad.” This is just wonderful and I absolutely could not help myself! Thank you @galacticrepublicwarcrimes​ for this glorious bit of fic! -- source link

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