Post by Lord Invisus on Aug 15, 2013 17:05:21 GMT -8
OOC: This will take place OUTSIDE hyperspace cause there is no place else to post it.
IC: Invisus stood on the bridge of his new flagship and looked out the window at the asteroid field. Penny Nidea came up and placed her hand on his shoulder.
"I can't believe its all gone. Those people who attacked us....what were they?" she asked "Something not from our galaxy. They were unstoppable, I thought after the first attack they had left. I was wrong." Invisus replied "And then we all thought we had lost you. But Lord Letifer the other sith brought you back!" "Honestly I sometimes wish they hadn't."
Invisus turned to Admiral Castr and spoke,
"Admiral, set a course for Ammuud. We still have assets there. Land the fleet at the coordinates Dr. Halsey will give you."
With the coordinates laid in the Kamarian Refugee Fleet jumped to hyperspace.
The Blue Shift Transportation ship continued on its way to the Core Relay #30298. From there the various passengers & cargo would be shifted to other ships taking them the rest of the way to their final destination. Onboard this particular ship however where two somewhat unusual passenger. One was Admiral d'Ordinii, Warlord of the Mandalorian Empire, Currently in disguise as a simple if skilled clerk. The other was a Jedi Master.
Jade absentmindedly watched Etti IV shrink against the black backdrop of space as the transport carrying herself and the Admiral headed for the transfer point. She was thinking of everything that had happened in the past few days, everything that had seemed to be stable and then shifted around her. Most notably, this was the discovery that Z'har had still cared about her. A faint smile hovered around her lips as she sat next to him silently, deep in her own thoughts.
Shortly after the ship rumbled briefly, signifying that it had entered hyperspace, Z'har stood. The rows were far enough apart that he could easily walk normally down the row without bothering anyone else. Instead however he turned to his still seated companion.
"I'd join you anywhere," she replied with a singularly warm flash of the eyes as she stood up gingerly and stretched her legs. After she'd spoken she avoided his direct gaze for a moment, before finally daring to look up and meet his eyes.
"I didn't say for how long, Z'har." She riposted quickly, arching an eyebrow at him, "I would visit you, whether I actually stayed with you would depend upon several stipulations being met." She let that thought trail off before jumping to the attack, "and if you care about me, why would you choose a world of ice when you know very well that I am hot-blooded?" That was a fact he knew quite well. Jade hated being cold.
-Z'har Mainly to see how quickly I could get you to change your mind. You don't have to worry though. If I ever find myself a hermit on Hoth, will quickly relocate myself to somewhere a touch warmer. Maybe Sullust.
His tone was light as he led the way to one of the many lounges scattered through the ship. Many of the other passengers were also making there way in the same direction. Soon they had entered one that wasn't too crowded. Most of the lounges on the ship had automated bars & various forms of gambling & gaming tables spread around the rooms. Despite the short travel time for most ships, these still provided a small but constant flow of additional credits.
"I see," Jade replied in carefully measured tones, leaning closer to him before lowering her voice, "I cannot imagine you as a hermit of any type." He always seemed so assured, so in control...the personification of power and authority. He was used to command. As the two of them moved through the ship into a large gaming lounge she looked up at him curiously.
"Are you fancying a game of chance?" Green eyes teased him lightly, "Or, are you picturing me leaning over a table and passing out chips?"
-Z'har Your neckline is not nearly low enough for you to pose as one of the table bunnies. Though if you want I could probably lay my hands on one of those uniforms for you.
True to his point, the various young ladies & gentlemen working were all wearing uniforms. The female uniform consisted mainly of a frilly short skirt, a shirt with a neckline that very nearly showed the wearer's belly button, & a tight red vest that was functioning much as a corset (as well as keeping the shirt in place), with laces across the front to keep from covering the low cut of the shirt. The males on the other hand wore pants that looked tight enough to rip if the person were to bend over or sit down, as well as an equally tight shirts.
Jade laughed as a faint tinge rose and quickly fell.
"You'd be surprised at what passed for a military uniform back when I was in the Fleet. When the short skirts were replaced by trousers, I was greatly pleased."
Though, by the time that had happened, she'd been accustomed to the more revealing outfit. However, the shirts were vastly different from what these employees were wearing. Jade barely stifled an amused smile as she met Z'har's eyes.
"I suppose the MMC is running a bordello then?"
"Perhaps if you asked nicely, I could arrange a similar outfit sometime for your viewing pleasure," she paused and critically eyed a buxom woman in passing, "although, they seem to have more to hold together than I do." While her figure was obviously female, she was not exactly robustly endowed with this world's goods to anything near the extent of the women around them.
-Z'har Not quite a bordello. Apparently, the uniforms make a fair number of customers more willing to buy drinks or play at the tables. However, I think I might be more interested in seeing that uniform you mentioned than something, like this.
The last was said with a rather vague wave toward the center of the room.
-Z'har As for that game of chance you asked about, I would be willing if you spotted something that caught your eye.
A quick glance showed a very wide range of games in progress, with several more of the tables apparently waiting for someone to pick a type of game to run on them.
"Perhaps I can find something for you one day then," she didn't recall off-hand whether she still had that uniform. She thought not, but it would be fairly simple to replicate.
As they made their way through the crowd she looked around, "What catches your eye?" she inquired curiously, not really knowing much about Z'har's personal life, hobbies, etc. And she was very interested in himself and the things that appealed to him.
Ael smiled warmly. She had already put him down as a dejarik player, but he had just confirmed that. "Indeed, I suppose it would be impossible for you to ---play in a more normal fashion. However, given that I live on Corellia, I believe the traditional response would be along the lines of 'to hell with the odds.'" She laced her fingers through his slowly as she looked up at him with a wink. "Naturally, that doesn't mean I refuse to attempt the contest. But, what is this jubilee wheel?" Perhaps he was going to throw knives at her...which could potentially be exhilarating, though also undoubtedly dangerous. Unlike himself, she was thoroughly mortal.
-Z'har You seem to be ignoring them quite handily.
He led the way to a wheel that was floating on a repulsion frame. Anyone could view the wheel from any angle, a safeguard against potential tampering. Several were placing bets on numbers ranging for 1 to 100, with the '100' slot being replaced with the Blue Shift Transportation logo.
-Z'har In short, pick a number & if the ball lands in that number you win the pot. It no-one wins, anyone within five slots wins half the pot.
The betting finished & the disc was set spinning rapidly. The one that had placed the highest bit was handed a small metal ball to toss into the disc. After bouncing around a bit, the ball settled on the slot marked '70' while no-one had claimed that slot itself, someone had claimed the 67 slot. However someone else had claimed the 66 slot, due to the rules of the game, the two ended up splitting the half of the pot, each walking away with a quarter of the pot while the rest was taken by the house.
"Well, would you prefer that I did not?" She pointed first to himself, then back to herself, "We, being here like this, are a defiance of the odds."
She had watched as he was explaining. The 'game' seemed more based upon a lucky guess, unless of course the wheel was somehow rigged by the house. There had to be some kind of catch though, otherwise people would keep guessing all day. She suspected it involved cash flow. Pure luck? Ael frowned. She had never considered herself a lucky person, however, since she was still alive, she supposed in some way that stood for something.
Unlike many places that did rig their games, BST saw no need, as the very fact that most tables only had twenty or so bets on any given spin meant that the house stood a good chance of winning half of the total amount. That alone made it worth it, but the fact that the house didn't have to place any bets itself meant that even if a person guessed right every time, the house wouldn't loss money.
Looking at the board for a few moments, Z'har placed the required 50 "7 on the slot labeled '38'. He turned to Jade with a small smile.
-Z'har Care to place your own bet? I imagine that you have the funds for it.
"I have access to plenty of funds, including your own."
Ael smiled and placed her own credits on slot 37, as well as 62, since there were no rules against betting twice. This way if Z'har was within the winning range, he'd almost certainly have to split with her. Unless he won directly. Or her other bet might be lucky. Either way didn't really matter.
She clasped her hand behind her back and looked over at him with an arched eyebrow.