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Post by Whill Sosondowah on Jan 12, 2020 16:52:12 GMT -8
Zeltros is the capital city of the Zeltron homeworld of Zeltros. Known for its myriad of cantinas, nightclubs, restaurants, and resorts, Zeltros is a city that never sleeps, where natives and tourists alike can find a new adventure at any time of the day or night. With stunning architecture and mesmerizing lights to both guide and lose newcomers in its streets, the capital city never endures a dull moment. The palace, home of the Zeltron Royal Family, resides at the heart of the city, where open doors welcome all who wish to explore its halls, as though the palace itself is yet another attraction meant to be added to anyone's agenda.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2020 19:20:40 GMT -8
For so many years, Zeltros had been prosperous, without incident. Paradise. History had written in its books the few wars that could ever possibly be achieved, for the moment that any invader reached its orbit, their minds were easily and quickly swayed by its enchanting waters, beautiful natives, and intoxicating pheromones that would drive out all will for violence upon its people. For the Queen of Zeltros, she hoped that her rule would continue on with the uneventful excitement she had grown accustomed to. Gatherings and galas were a nightly event within the palace, where natives and tourists alike could gather together as one people and enjoy the riches and pleasures she had to share. Her most difficult decision was her morning ritual, to adorn a name that was not her own, day in and day out. Compared to the wars that raged throughout the galaxy, it wasn't such a difficult task as choosing who would live and who would die. Life was prosperous, and although peace was hard to come by, Tygress wouldn't have changed it for anything in the world.
But everything changed when this Silver Prince appeared. The day that the imposing star destroyer and frightful dreadnoughts hung in orbit, Tygress felt a shift in the air that she could never shake, and she was left helpless under their weight. Her current fleet that patrolled her orbit was nothing more than an over-glorified welcoming party. However, Tygress had wanted it so, as many who arrived on Zeltros would abandon all negativity or evil intentions the moment they broke through the atmosphere and were filled with her beauty. There was no point in ominous ships that could kill so many, so suddenly. That was not the Zeltros Tygress had known, nor the one she had built. At first, the damage was minor, but like a festering wound, the cult soon grew, further damaging her Paradise. The magnificent ships had chased away the more charming and easy-going tourists who commonly made their vacation rounds here. To make matters worse, she had watched the masses succumb to their anxieties over the raging wars and thus fall to the silvery promises of Paradise that this Azarien Serano would offer them. Fear was a common goal to rid from Zeltros, but Tygress could see that this man's intentions were not without an ulterior motive.
Over time, many fled to seek his reign, and as a result, those who stood loyal under her family's wings soon suffered. From decreasing tourism within the capital city and surrounding attractions to the added injury of numerous natives flocking under the rising Prophet, some of the elite and most wealthy throughout the planet demanded an audience with the Queen. Tygress had accepted, in hopes to ease their concerns. Fear, like many other emotions, could make them sway to seek out this Prophet of Paradise. With what hung in the balance, she needed a voice of reason. Thus, she requested for a particular Commander to stand by her side during this meeting. He was her right-hand man, in more ways than one.
There was hardly a beat of silence as all sat down at their respective seats before chaos erupted within the palace conference room.
"I think it goes without saying that you've ignored those damned cultists for too long, your majesty!" Aryn, a male Zeltron exclaimed.
A Rodian woman by the name of Sleeba Olne chimed in, "I agree. It shouldn't have taken you this long to finally hear us out and bring us all together."
"Ree tah cinph fa baa wa cahba nai kachu," Princess Jehm, heir to the popular Paradise cantina, rumbled in her clear distaste to the whole scenario.
"How in creation are you planning on fixing all of this NOW?"
Their voices interjected and overlapped, creating a ringing dissonance Tygress couldn't control by joining in the fray. With an air of grace, she lifted up her hand as a request for silence. From there, it took several seconds before the table understood, and mumbled down to a quiet where their Queen could speak. However, with all eyes watching her expectantly for an immediate answer, she knew it was something she couldn't give them this very second.
"The people who are succumbing to this false prophet are no different than you and I. To fix the newest of evils plaguing our planet, we will need to keep that in mind and move together in unity and strength." The Queen sighed and looked down at the table, no longer looking into each pair of eyes individually as she had so often tried to do. "I believed that the cult would dissolve. Those who seek power through the pleasures of Zeltros under evil intentions soon enough are revealed. When that happens, the people will return-"
Although there were a few who wanted to cry out and point out her naivety, Tygress still stood firm in her beliefs that eventually, that would be the future for this cult. Although others couldn't see it, there was something about this man that made her sick to her stomach. When his face was finally made public, she found herself ill in her chambers for a week. There was something to this man, something that she just… knew wasn't right. Although she was far from Force Sensitive, she had heard stories of powerful dark side adepts and their influence. She couldn't wrap her head around the idea of Zeltros being chosen as a haven for a dark side cult, though. This was not Mustafar, nor Korriban, nor Iridonia. It was a home for bustling cities, crystalline beaches, and delicacies as exotic as the dancers. Not ancient tombs, magma waterfalls, and dark side relics. But perhaps that is what made Zeltros unique, especially for a Zeltron, for her people were the greatest prize. Her uncertainty in all of this was shared, though, by more than one.
"What makes you so sure that what he's doing is 'evil intentions'?" another cut in, thus ringing the alarm for the masses to return to their squabbling. "Is he any different from you and Lord Aryn and any other Zeltron who's managed to gain even a little bit of wealth and power?"
Her frustration and confusion were easily sensed by the Commander, who stepped forward towards the table. In that single motion, his presence dominated the room, bringing all eyes up to him and forcing all mouths shut.
"If it will ease your concerns, I've done research on the Queen's behalf and have found a way to deal with the occultists and the power they've wrestled from the Royal Family and capital. In a week, I plan to depart from Zeltros to find out if this lead has any merit to it. If it does, I can assure all of you that this will be a matter swiftly dealt with."
"Does that mean we be preparing for war...?" one asked hesitantly, fearfully at first.
"Nonsense, I'm sure that's not what the Commander meant."
"Will we need to request allies' assistance with the problem? I have-"
"This is a matter for the Royal Family, and one we shall handle," the Commander cut in, silencing all further questions. "The people will return, and your industries will all be brought back to their usual glory in due time. For now, the Queen and I ask that you have faith in us as we continue to move forward with this approach."
As the Commander continued to take control of the situation, Tygress had unceremoniously set her elbows upon the table to prop her chin upon her folded hands. If a military decision needed to be made during his departure, he was but a transmission away. Still, it did not bode well for Tygress to have him gone for any piece of time. She had fought that they send an emissary in his stead. However, the Commander had indisputable reasons why he needed to go, reasons that not even she could argue against.
“Tah gee doth wa phata chaduae taadtahia cay uba an mee Mazen.”
With Princess Jehm's comment doubting yet again the family's intentions to act, Tygress could feel the piercing stare from all gathered upon her again.
"I concur with Ms. Jehm here. How do we know that you'll follow through with this, Commander?"
"We all strive to see Zeltros prosper, but no one wishes to see it more than myself and our Queen," he answered firmly. "If you allow the appearance of these occultists to be enough to cloud your judgment and doubt that we are all on the same side, then you have already allowed them their victory."
A sure silence finally filled the room, allowing Tygress a beat to take in a breath and exhale. With a graceful smile, she stood from her seat and offered her arms out in a sign of openness and thankfulness.
"I have heard your concerns, and I thank you for bringing them to me. What I wanted to convey to you all today is that you can rest assured, we will handle this matter appropriately. For the glory of Zeltros."
With a few scattered acceptances and farewells, it took only a matter of minutes before the conference room had been emptied out by all, save for Tygress and the Commander. Some had taken the news and accepted it well, those who were truly loyal to the family and would fall with them to the bitter end if it came to it. However, others weighed heavily on Tygress' heart, for they were perhaps the ones would be the next to fall to this Prophet's words and join him and his Cult of Revelry. For now, there was little else that she could do. She and the Commander had done all they could to lay their worries to rest. All she could do now was hope and pray that the Commander's journey would not be a fruitless one.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2020 17:26:40 GMT -8
Time had come and gone in the blink of an eye. The palace had bustled all throughout the week, doubling down to both keep normalcy for the public eye, while others gathered supplies, rations, and necessities to prepare for the Commander's journey. All had juggled their duties gracefully, even taking over the nightly gala without its starring diamond among the crowd. Instead, she secluded herself within her chambers, although she was far from alone this solemn night. One final night, before his journey would take him away from not only her and the palace but the whole of Zeltros. Here, they spent these final, precious hours together intertwined in body, mind, and spirit, away from the bustle of strangers.
Burying her head against his chest, she reveled in the warmth of his skin, although a soft sigh of her worry still managed to escape her lips. If only Tygress could freeze this moment for the rest of eternity, she would at least remain content for the rest of her days. However, each heartbeat of his she heard in her ears, each one of his breaths she could feel brush against her skin, she knew that time marched forward. Come this next dreaded morning, the Commander would depart, and only the gods knew when his journey would lead him back home. He could feel her concern as though it was his own, and attempting to console her, he held her tighter.
“You’re still worried, my love?” he asked quietly.
There were times that even the Commander could be gentle, although he wouldn't admit it to the public. Only she was graced with the opportunity to see this side of him, but then again, Tygress also had a certain charm about her that could quiet even the most ferocious of beasts. A trait that had drawn him to her all those years ago.
Tygress simply hummed her answer as she clutched herself tighter to the Commander, her legs intertwining with his as she nuzzled her head against his chest. She could have lied, but she could feel his emotions intertwining with her own, lending ease and calm she couldn't fathom him having at a time like this. While she was his calm in the most ferocious of storms, he was her strength.
"Don't be," he uttered, pressing his lips against her silvery strands. "You should listen to me more often. I promised them I would come back with a way to handle matters. You should know me better than to fail Zeltros… or you."
With his consoling words, Tygress managed a soft smile. Melting into his warmth for a moment longer, she thought over the many years he had stood by her side. The secrets he kept for her and her sister. He had always been by her side, never venturing too far. Her concern was never about failure, about coming up empty-handed regarding the cultists, but rather, his time away. She would manage alone; he had built her up with enough strength to do so. As she propped herself up on an elbow to look down on him, though, she couldn't bear the thought of needing to do so.
"Just promise me that you won't be gone too long."
The Commander looked up at Tygress, her silvery locks cascading over her shoulder to tickle the skin of his chest. He managed a smile born from the strength and perseverance he needed not only to make this journey but to also depart from his Queen's side. It wasn't an easy one, something betrayed by the look in his eyes, but gently, he reached up to caress her face with his hand.
"By my word, my Queen, I will only be gone for as long as is necessary."
Tygress smiled, although, like his, hers didn't quite reach her eyes. At least she smiled, though. A brief joy for a man as usually rugged for the Commander, who encouraged that smile as his lips found hers for several other quiet moments. When his kiss finally did break, he sat up within the bed and pulled her to sit upon his lap. With his arms wrapped around her waist, his lips trailed her shoulder and neck, ending with a gentle nip at her ears.
“But you also need to promise me one thing,” he whispered into her ear.
Tygress couldn't help but shudder against the breath against her ear, but with a sigh and a breathy laugh, she murmured, "Anything, love."
The Commander's free hand reached up, brushing a stray lock from her face and trailing it back down over her arm. "Send a link out to your sister. It's been months since you've gone out to see her. I wouldn't want you withering away in the palace the whole time I'm gone."
Angel -- she was more than a good time. A single night out with her could leave one with enough stories to share and laughs to have for many months to come. Angel was the perfect remedy to terrible loneliness. While Tygress had the charm to settle a worried heart, Angel had the power to make one forget about their woes entirely. Together, the twin sisters could cast a spell more powerful than any Force User, especially one who came to Zeltros to banish their sorrows. Why the Commander requested it was more than understandable, especially with his reasons. However, Tygress was tentative about leaving the palace, especially with the Commander gone. No Queen. No Commander. If there was ever a time for the cultists to launch a finally victory maneuver, it would be- It was as though the Commander could sense these thoughts, though, and hushed them away.
"Shhh, Lyzze can take command of the palace for one night. She's far more than capable and willing if it means giving you a night off."
Lyzze was far more than capable in many aspects, something the two of them were both very familiar with. As the Commander was Tygress' right-hand man, Lyzze was his right-hand woman. In the sense that he was referring to now, though, Tygress found it hard to rebuke or disagree. She was a boon to the Royal Family, and a strong lieutenant to have, especially now with the Commander preparing his leave. She wouldn't have even put it past Lyzze to have been the one to make such a recommendation to the Commander. The closer that this day had come, the tenser the Queen had become. The Commander was not the only one concerned for her, she knew, and for all their sakes, she would listen.
"Very well," she whispered, tilting her head back to rest it against his, before she added playfully, "A shame I won't be able to bring her out for this night of fun, though."
The Commander chuckled as his embrace around her waist tightened, squeezing her encouragingly. "If all goes well, I'll send the two of you off with your sister once I'm back, hmm?"
Tygress giggled softly as her hands brushed up his arms, pulling herself closer into his embrace. Although the morning sun would still rise as soon as ever, at least now, he had given her some little thing to look forward to. In the meantime, the two would spend every waking moment they could together, enjoying each other's presence in every way imaginable, and then some. The dawn may have been inevitable, but they would savor each moment in which Zeltros' twin moons hung in the night sky, granting them both just one more moment longer...
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Post by Berrick Dahnos [RETIRED] on Feb 11, 2020 4:00:50 GMT -8
Berrick sat upon the couch in his office, looking out over the main dance floor of "Umbra". It still remained one of the most popular and successful nightclubs in Zeltros City, even with the increasing spread of this 'Cult of Revelry'. He lifted his glass of whiskey to his lips and took a sip. Whoever this Azarien Serano was truly, Berrick suspected he wanted nothing to do with the man as much as he could humanly help it. Berrick enjoyed a party as much as the next Zeltron, but these Cultists were twisted by dark magic. They may call him The Silver Prince, but people like Azarien always spelled trouble for businesses such as Berrick's. It was why he had beefed up security around the nightclub, to ensure these Cultists were kept out if they made it into the city. "Umbra" was a place people could go to get away from all of their troubles, no matter who they were
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Post by Delilah on Mar 3, 2020 11:30:05 GMT -8
~Zeltros - Northern Province - Zeltros City - Palace District - Scarlet Arya~
*Delilah, as usual, rose before Zel, and so one of Zeltros' moons still hung in the sky. She hadn't worked the night prior - or the night before that. She slowly made her way down the stairway to the main floor of the Arya. Alex was as usual behind the bar - even though there hadn't been many in the previous night he was as studious as ever, the man hardly even slept these days. He gave her a friendly wave and poured her a drink, a half a glass of blood red Arkanian wine, just like he did every morning. Delilah took the drink without a word and walked over towards the end of the bar, sliding up onto one of the high bar stools and leaned back against the bar sipping at her glass of wine, her eyes surveying the empty room.
The Arya wasn't just empty... it was silent... and the silence was deafening to her. As she sipped at her wine she brooded on a previous time, when the Arya had customers dawn til dusk and then when Zel slept, the Scarlet Arya truely came alive. It had not been like that for many years now. Well past her sixth decade of life Delilah looked barely half that, and as she sipped at the wine her eyes drifted towards one of the dance tops near the bar with poles rising up to the balcony floor above. She sighed - tired - and took another long drink of the red liquid... remembering.
A sound broke the silence, a long low groan of annoyance from a young voice coming down the stairs. Delilah tilted her head to the side slightly to see a young Zeltron moving down the rampway onto the main floor. She wore a dark purple jumper which while zipped up the front - was hardly ever zipped all the way up leaving a fair amoung of cleavage on display. Her hair was unruley and while short puffed up at the sides when not tended too. Her protiege, Desiree.*
"You're late..."*Delilah barely whispered over the rim of her wine glass*
"Zel isn't even in the sky... why am I even awake at all?! Aaaalex, can i have a Felucian Sunrise, pretty please?"
*When Alex made no move to pour the young girl a drink, Delilah cleared her throat and titled her head towards the pole on the dance platform. Desiree moaned in annoyance but moved towards the elevated dance platform and turned to slide her butt up over the ledge and onto the stage floor. She reached out for the pole and used it to steady herself as she lifted one leg up to one side - perpendicular to the other and began to swing it back and forth like a pendulum counting softly to herself as she did so, once she reached fifty she shifted her weight and slipped onto her other foot almost seemlessly and began swinging the opposite leg in the same manner - the transition nearly perfect. Delilah watched silently from the bar and even Alex took a break from polishing the bottles for the hundreth time to watch the young girl warm up. While Delilah's eyes were cold and penetrating, Alex's were softer and the look he gave the younger girl almost parental. He tilted his head towards Delilah but before he could say anything Delilah whispered against the rim of her glass before taking another drink.*
"I dont wanna hear it..."
*The older dancer's voice was seething and bitter, leaving no room for comment, and Alex gave none, moving his attentions back to the bottles as Delilah watched her strong willed protege move up onto the bar climbing five or six feet high before wrapping a thigh around the slender piece of metal and locked it in place before leaning down in an upside down position to began stretching her arms and shoulders. The morning routine was the same as it had been for the past several weeks, and little was happening around the Arya these days that made Delilah believe it would change any time soon.*
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Post by Deleted on May 3, 2020 9:26:32 GMT -8
The vibrant hues of radiant lights flashed in chaotic patterns as the exotic music resonated across the club. The pulsing bass coursed through each individual with every heart-numbing beat, reverberating into the soul. All those that resided within the walls were huddled together in an intimate closeness, be it those wildly moving about on the dance floor or the ones relaxing against the bar, lost in pleasant conversation. It was a place to let go and be free, whether one came to wash the worries of the day away, to find a hook-up, or even just have a night of fun. It was for these particulars that Zeltron had become know as the planet of endless parties and revelries. An exotic place that only promised a good time with its overwhelming sense of pleasure. If all worlds had been like this one, no one would ever feel unwanted.
It had been a few hours since she had arrived, going about her daily routines. Taking time to interact with a few of the most notable patrons, she worked her charm as she always did, letting them become entranced by her presence, leaving each of them begging for her to stay. Departing from her most recent conversation, the Zeltron made her way to one of the small stages that had become vacant. Taking hold of the pole, she let herself become lost in the music, letting her body flow with the rhythm in the most sultry way. The way her hands moved along her body, the form in which she glided around the pole, even the very vibes her movements created drew so many eyes upon her. It made her smirk as she caught their glances, eyes burning with a desire for her company in whatever she would allow. As with many who made themselves names within the clubs of Zeltros, she had become a celebrity, if not a goddess.
As she danced, her eyes fell upon a single man. Never letting her gaze move from his, she continued her dance for a few minutes more, working her spell over him before departing the stage. Slipping through the crowd with practiced skill, she finally reached the human male that resided at the bar. Placing a hand upon her hip, she gave him her most alluring smile as the seductive tones dripped from her lips.
“Now how can a man has hot as you be all alone on a night like this? Perhaps I can alliterative that for you? I promise you'll have a good time.” She gave him the lightest of giggles and a wink of her eye.
Leaning back upon the bar, the man's eyes looked her over, taking in every detail he could see, his imagination filling in the blanks. Her short, tight dress left little to be imagined, however, especially with the sections that were cut away to expose more of her magenta-colored skin. Giving a nod, he motioned next to him, prompting her to take a seat.
“I'm Kitti, by the way.” As she gave him her name, she crossed her legs, reaching all the way to stretch over his. The minutes ticked by at that point as the conversation went on. The longer they went, the closer she pulled herself in, letting a hand move across his leg or a finger run down his chest. She could see it, he craved more, but for that, he'd never be so lucky. Yet, if being next to her satiated those wet dreams of his, then she accomplished her task.
It had been nearly an hour of listening to him, figuring out his name, and sounding excited about his job, none in which she really cared. He was just another patron that paid for her time and elevated her status among the life that was the dancers and party-goers. Only if one truly interested her would she delve into deeper desires. Otherwise, she'd be that star that none could ever reach.
Giving a saddened sigh, she looked away as a hand ran along to top of her breast.
“I'm sorry. For as much as I want to hear more, I'm afraid I must take my leave. It won't be long before I need to take the stage again. But before I go, let me make you a very special drink.” Giving him that smile, she mounted the bar and swung her legs over, allowing him an extra sight as her legs passed over his head. She gave him a wink when she settled on the other side as she took hold of a mixer and began to pour in a few different liquors. With a swift turn, she moved to the shelves behind her, slipping a vial from her dress and poured it in. An extra little treat she gave certain people she felt deserved it. It would help give him the night of his life. With a few quick shakes, she poured it into a fresh glass and slid it to him. “On the house.”
Doing a quick cleanup of the mixer, she slipped her way out from behind the bar and into the crowd. Though nothing was said, she could sense his longing for her to stay, just as all others did. It brought a smirk to her face as she went on about her routine, intermingling with other patrons and jumping up for another couple dances. All the while, her eyes remained ever vigilant upon that same man, always keeping track of his location.
Another couple of hours passed before she noticed the man had gotten up to leave. A few other girls had joined him and treated him to drinks as well and it was apparent in his steps. She followed him out at a safe distance, amused by his light carefree steps that were added by the alcohol. As he exited the building, she slipped out behind him, watching him for a few moments before she pulled out a comlink.
This is Nightlock. The daily bloom of the Orchid's petals has begun to reach its close. In a final breath of vibrancy, its bud leans towards the right hand of the rising sun. It was all she said as a larger, darker smirk graced her features. She had finished her task for the day. All that was left was to head home and wait.
A few days had passed before he was found. He hadn't made an appearance at his job, one that led in the trafficking of sex slaves. As such, one of his flunkies had eventually gone to check up on him, having been unable to reach him any other way. There he was found dead in his bed, a wide smile on his face. There had been no signs of a struggle or any kind of marks suggesting a poisonous injection. Nothing is his blood system registered either since after so many days, the alcohol and whatever was laced within it had vanished.
Another mark had fallen to the Kewafi Consortium.
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Post by Deleted on May 12, 2020 19:38:41 GMT -8
The Palace landing pads bustled with exorbitant life typically unusual for the Royal Family. The Royal Guard stood firmly in place at the entrance to the Palace and all surrounding platforms. Attendants to the Royal Family rushed to and from the Palace as they loaded crates of supplies onto a courier-class yacht that rested with an eerie stillness in comparison to the attention that surrounded it.
No matter how much the Queen of Zeltros dreaded this day to come, she hadn't the power to stop time. Hours lessened to minutes before the Commander would depart in what she restlessly prayed would be a quick and fruitful journey. Still, the bustling served as an unnerving reminder, and the sight of the Luminaya being prepped made her stomach twist into knots. It was nothing short of torture to stand there silently, yet Tygress couldn't urge her feet to move. No matter how hard this day would be for her, she vowed she would see him off and do all she could to stand tall all the while. The only way she managed to find this strength was that Lieutenant Alyzbeth Pyrrha--informally called Lyzze by her and the Commander--stood resiliently by her side while all others worked hard at preparing the Commander's ship.
In due time, the Commander marched out from the Palace, flanked by two other guardsmen to personally escort him to his destination. As the three approached, they appeared to exchange brief words, the other two saluting the Commander, before the two departed into the ship. The Commander redirected his course to approach @lyzze and Tygress, and once within their circle, he stopped to offer a respectful salute to his second-in-command, the woman he trusted enough to put his wife's life and well-being in her hands. It was his way of silently thanking her and reminding her of that unwavering trust. It was shortly after that he turned his gaze towards the Queen, and his features softened, a quiet smile breaking his disciplined and hardened demeanor.
Deep down, Tygress knew that Lyzze should have been among them, but despite the pang of guilt, she was also relieved to have her staying back and standing by her side during the Commander's travels. With his smile, one of her own managed to sneak onto her lips, lessening the sadness in her eyes. Although tears hadn't fallen yet, the Queen's crystalline blue eyes glimmered with the warning that they soon would break free.
"You mustn't cry for me, Tygress," he said, speaking low so that only she and Lyzze could hear him. Placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder, the other drifted up to brush her cheek with a finger, catching a tear as it fell. "Soon enough, I'll have returned, and this will have just been a dream of the past."
Swallowing, Tygress nodded as she brought a hand to gently lay upon the Commander's, guiding it away. After a deep breath, she pushed her shoulders back, standing tall. As she bid the tears away, she felt ease in doing so, the Commander projecting strength and calm over her. Lifting her chin, Tygress soon appeared more like the Queen she was, the one that would continue to reign--as she always had--within his absence.
After a brief, proud smile, the Commander then turned to Lyzze, although taking Tygress hand with his own and squeezing it in a subtle manner that he knew would speak volumes of reassuring his Queen. Although this was a solemn moment for all of them in their separate ways, as his eyes fell away from his Queen, his expression hardened to something more familiar to the other woman--her Commander, leader, and superior. However, the difficulty of this moment still rang. Despite his rough exterior, the Commander had a heart of gold. Within his eyes, there was a sense of pleading which managed to sneak through the cracks.
"Take care of her as I would," he uttered to his Lieutenant, "That's an order."
There were certain expectations with the request, none of which needed an explanation. The Commander's role in the Queen's life was an open book to both the Palace Guard and the attendants. To be her voice of reason during times of doubt. To lead her military so that she could remain an air of peace and prosperity to the people. To ensure that she would never suffer a lonely night. It was with all of these and more where the Commander entrusted his Lieutenant, but there was no one more qualified to act in his stead than she.
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Post by Klaasje Le Wydvile [RETIRED] on May 14, 2020 0:42:00 GMT -8
Berrick sat upon the couch in his office, looking out over the main dance floor of "Umbra". It still remained one of the most popular and successful nightclubs in Zeltros City, even with the increasing spread of this 'Cult of Revelry'. He lifted his glass of whiskey to his lips and took a sip. Whoever this Azarien Serano was truly, Berrick suspected he wanted nothing to do with the man as much as he could humanly help it. Berrick enjoyed a party as much as the next Zeltron, but these Cultists were twisted by dark magic. They may call him The Silver Prince, but people like Azarien always spelled trouble for businesses such as Berrick's. It was why he had beefed up security around the nightclub, to ensure these Cultists were kept out if they made it into the city. "Umbra" was a place people could go to get away from all of their troubles, no matter who they were The metallic voice came before the powerful shove, that threw an insisting Zeltron out of balance and into the floor. The man was trying to court a petite woman, who, noneless, wanted to have nothing of it and, most importantly, came with an IG droid as bodyguard. The would-be paramour yields the ground and leaves in a hurry. Not even the most carnal of apetites is worth fighting with an assassin droid. "Mistress, this place is messing up with my sensors"
"Mine too, dear"The pheromones exuded by the Zeltrons were intoxicating, Klaasje felt like pulled from seven different directions and her head, clouded, heavy. The crime lady wore a black velvet dress, with a slash on the side, the only piece of jewelry being the half golden circle over her breasts. "Open the way to the office"The IG ruthlessly make way in the cult, using his strong limbs to shove everyone aside, cutting a path among the wild revelries of Zeltron's nightlife. Finally, he stood watch as Klaasje entered the room, which suposedly served as office to the one they were seeking. "If my intel isn't wrong... you must be Berrick Dahnos, the owner of this... pit"She motions outside, were the volume of the music was too high. "I'm Klaasje Le Wyldvile Maracavanya" |
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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2020 10:58:27 GMT -8
The Palace landing pads bustled with exorbitant life typically unusual for the Royal Family. The Royal Guard stood firmly in place at the entrance to the Palace and all surrounding platforms. Attendants to the Royal Family rushed to and from the Palace as they loaded crates of supplies onto a courier-class yacht that rested with an eerie stillness in comparison to the attention that surrounded it.
No matter how much the Queen of Zeltros dreaded this day to come, she hadn't the power to stop time. Hours lessened to minutes before the Commander would depart in what she restlessly prayed would be a quick and fruitful journey. Still, the bustling served as an unnerving reminder, and the sight of the Luminaya being prepped made her stomach twist into knots. It was nothing short of torture to stand there silently, yet Tygress couldn't urge her feet to move. No matter how hard this day would be for her, she vowed she would see him off and do all she could to stand tall all the while. The only way she managed to find this strength was that Lieutenant Alyzbeth Pyrrha--informally called Lyzze by her and the Commander--stood resiliently by her side while all others worked hard at preparing the Commander's ship.
In due time, the Commander marched out from the Palace, flanked by two other guardsmen to personally escort him to his destination. As the three approached, they appeared to exchange brief words, the other two saluting the Commander, before the two departed into the ship. The Commander redirected his course to approach @lyzze and Tygress, and once within their circle, he stopped to offer a respectful salute to his second-in-command, the woman he trusted enough to put his wife's life and well-being in her hands. It was his way of silently thanking her and reminding her of that unwavering trust. It was shortly after that he turned his gaze towards the Queen, and his features softened, a quiet smile breaking his disciplined and hardened demeanor.
Deep down, Tygress knew that Lyzze should have been among them, but despite the pang of guilt, she was also relieved to have her staying back and standing by her side during the Commander's travels. With his smile, one of her own managed to sneak onto her lips, lessening the sadness in her eyes. Although tears hadn't fallen yet, the Queen's crystalline blue eyes glimmered with the warning that they soon would break free.
"You mustn't cry for me, Tygress," he said, speaking low so that only she and Lyzze could hear him. Placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder, the other drifted up to brush her cheek with a finger, catching a tear as it fell. "Soon enough, I'll have returned, and this will have just been a dream of the past."
Swallowing, Tygress nodded as she brought a hand to gently lay upon the Commander's, guiding it away. After a deep breath, she pushed her shoulders back, standing tall. As she bid the tears away, she felt ease in doing so, the Commander projecting strength and calm over her. Lifting her chin, Tygress soon appeared more like the Queen she was, the one that would continue to reign--as she always had--within his absence.
After a brief, proud smile, the Commander then turned to Lyzze, although taking Tygress hand with his own and squeezing it in a subtle manner that he knew would speak volumes of reassuring his Queen. Although this was a solemn moment for all of them in their separate ways, as his eyes fell away from his Queen, his expression hardened to something more familiar to the other woman--her Commander, leader, and superior. However, the difficulty of this moment still rang. Despite his rough exterior, the Commander had a heart of gold. Within his eyes, there was a sense of pleading which managed to sneak through the cracks.
"Take care of her as I would," he uttered to his Lieutenant, "That's an order."
There were certain expectations with the request, none of which needed an explanation. The Commander's role in the Queen's life was an open book to both the Palace Guard and the attendants. To be her voice of reason during times of doubt. To lead her military so that she could remain an air of peace and prosperity to the people. To ensure that she would never suffer a lonely night. It was with all of these and more where the Commander entrusted his Lieutenant, but there was no one more qualified to act in his stead than she.
It was easy to sense the queen's sadness and anxiety over the matter, be it from her senses as a Zelton or her skills in the Force. The Commander had always been there by Tygress's side, aiding her when she felt too weak to stand on her own against those that pushed against her orders and decisions. Despite this, it wasn't as if the Commander was leaving for war and may never return. It was but a temporary parting as he handled business in order to better prepare their forces for any kind of move against this so-called Cult of Revelry.
It wasn't long before her superior made his way from the palace, the guards with him soon leaving his side to board. She had wanted to go and prepare with him, but it had been requested that she stay behind to be at their queen's side in his absence. It was a task he fully entrusted her with, one she couldn't;t refuse and wouldn't;t let him down in.
She gave him a salute, her actions conveying that same trust and promise to look after Tygress. As his attention turned to the queen, Lyzze rested at ease, her gaze continuing to look around as she watched the last of the supplies were loaded. After his exchange with Tygress, the Commander looked to her once more. When he gave his orders, she gave a nod. "You can count on me, sir. I will ensure she is taken care of until you return." |
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Post by Deleted on May 15, 2020 16:54:29 GMT -8
The Commander nodded his head firmly towards Lyzze as she verbalized the acceptance of her duties. There was little else that needed to be shared between the two after that. She seemingly had no questions nor sought any kind of further explanation. Although there was a lifetime of words that he wanted to share with Tygress, none of them had the time to arise. Two men exited the yacht and approached the Commander. One was hesitant and hung back a few paces back. However, the other--his pilot--stepped forward to interject.
"Sir, the ship is prepped and ready to depart on your command."
The Commander nodded in understanding. He took a brief moment to embrace Tygress one final time, whisper in her ear, and press his lips against her forehead before taking a necessary step away from her and saluting his lieutenant one last time in a farewell. It was a moment both he and Tygress had dreaded, but a necessary evil, for the glory of Zeltros.
The cultists would need to be stopped and power brought back to the Royal Family. That much was a common understanding among all. As the Commander took a step back, though, it felt like a piece of her heart was torn out in the process. Even though another tear streamed from her eye, she would cope, and Tygress continued to stand tall with unwavering poise. The sight of the Queen and her tear-streaked cheeks was enough to make the pilot pause, though, as they watched the Commander turn on a heel and walk with such strength and confidence towards the vessel. Soothing his spirits, Tygress took a step forward and embraced the man.
Whispering in his ear, she asked, "Please, ensure he gets there safely," before releasing him to reveal a gentle and encouraging smile.
"By my word, my Queen. The Force shall be with us, and with you."
Although Tygress wasn't the religious type, something was soothing about his reassurance and trust within the Force. There was a brief moment of silence, and sorrowful smiles were shared between the two before the pilot bowed low at the waist before the two women. Although it took him a few jogged steps to catch up to the Commander, Tygress watched as the three men boarded with a handful of other crew members. Soon, the whirl of the boarding ramp heralded the ship's roaring engines, lifting the yacht into Zeltros' crystal skies and disappearing into orbit.
Even after the ship had long disappeared into the vast expanses of space, the attendants tending to their duties inside, Tygress stood motionless within the quiet of the landing pads. Her eyes were still fixed upon the point in the sky where the ship had vanished, as though she could see it. With the Commander gone, Lyzze was now her right-hand woman. However, she would feel no remorse or anger should the woman have chosen to also make her leave, allowing her a few more solitary moments to come to terms with what her immediate future would bring without her closest companion.
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Post by Deleted on May 17, 2020 11:33:24 GMT -8
Lyzze merely stood where she was, the occasional glance shifting to the pair with the faintest of smiles. She knew that when all was said and done, this small separation would be good for them, strengthening that love they shared for each other and deepening the bond between them. These thoughts remained within the depths of her mind though as she continued to scan the area.
When the time finally arrived for the Commander's departure, she offered only the smallest bows of her head as his eyes fell upon her a single time as he turned to depart. The faint wind blew through her long, braided blue hair as she stood with the queen, watching the ship vanish from sight. As all else retreated inward to go about their duties, Lyzze remained by the queen's side. Taking care of her was now her duty, though she didn't consider it as such.
It was a few m minutes of waiting before she finally spoke. "You needn't worry. The likelihood of something happening to him is little to none. Look at it as nothing more than a simple business venture, one that, upon his return, will help strengthen us. A return that will be sooner than you think."
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Post by Berrick Dahnos [RETIRED] on May 18, 2020 20:11:51 GMT -8
"Move aside"The metallic voice came before the powerful shove, that threw an insisting Zeltron out of balance and into the floor. The man was trying to court a petite woman, who, noneless, wanted to have nothing of it and, most importantly, came with an IG droid as bodyguard. The would-be paramour yields the ground and leaves in a hurry. Not even the most carnal of apetites is worth fighting with an assassin droid. "Mistress, this place is messing up with my sensors"
"Mine too, dear"The pheromones exuded by the Zeltrons were intoxicating, Klaasje felt like pulled from seven different directions and her head, clouded, heavy. The crime lady wore a black velvet dress, with a slash on the side, the only piece of jewelry being the half golden circle over her breasts. "Open the way to the office"The IG ruthlessly make way in the cult, using his strong limbs to shove everyone aside, cutting a path among the wild revelries of Zeltron's nightlife. Finally, he stood watch as Klaasje entered the room, which suposedly served as office to the one they were seeking. "If my intel isn't wrong... you must be Berrick Dahnos, the owner of this... pit"She motions outside, were the volume of the music was too high. "I'm Klaasje Le Wyldvile Maracavanya"
He turned on the couch toward the door then, when at last his guest made her way into the room alone and immediately started addressing him while also introducing herself. It was not a particularly impressive feat that she knew his identity, given his rather public ownership of "Umbra". But he was quite amused by her name. He pushed himself along the couch, making some space for her to sit downYour intel would be accurate, I am the owner of the nightclub known as Umbra, Miss Le Wyldvile Maracavanya... Is that how you pronounce it? Come, have a seat... Berrick motioned from the woman down to the empty space now on the couch which she could occupyIt can be dangerous for a human to enter a Zeltronian nightclub, for obvious reasons... Berrick reaches back and grabs a glass and a pitcher of water. Pouring out some of the liquid into the glass and offering it over to KlaasjeSo, what brings you to my fine establishment? |
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Post by Deleted on May 21, 2020 12:01:23 GMT -8
Lyzze merely stood where she was, the occasional glance shifting to the pair with the faintest of smiles. She knew that when all was said and done, this small separation would be good for them, strengthening that love they shared for each other and deepening the bond between them. These thoughts remained within the depths of her mind though as she continued to scan the area.
When the time finally arrived for the Commander's departure, she offered only the smallest bows of her head as his eyes fell upon her a single time as he turned to depart. The faint wind blew through her long, braided blue hair as she stood with the queen, watching the ship vanish from sight. As all else retreated inward to go about their duties, Lyzze remained by the queen's side. Taking care of her was now her duty, though she didn't consider it as such.
It was a few m minutes of waiting before she finally spoke. "You needn't worry. The likelihood of something happening to him is little to none. Look at it as nothing more than a simple business venture, one that, upon his return, will help strengthen us. A return that will be sooner than you think."
Her crystalline eyes attempted to pierce through the heavens above, seeking to see the Commander just once more. Although she knew her efforts would be to no avail, there was a deep-rooted desire that wouldn't fade in these short moments. She had learned to honor such emotions as they swept over her so that in the future hours and days to come without him, she could move forward with the elegance and grace that the Palace and whole of Zeltros knew her to carry.
She allowed just another short moment for those emotions to wash over her until she let the wind carry them off like the wisps of silver that fluttered around her. There was a beat, a set moment in time easily decipherable, where the Queen shifted ever-so-slightly, and so did her nature and aura about her. Tygress turned to face Lyzze with a gentle smile and a shimmer in her eyes silently thanking her.
"In the entirety of my reign, there has never been a time where a mission like this was necessary, where one of us would have to leave Zeltros. The seasons have changed, Lyzze. I'm grateful to have such strong companions like you and him during these turbulent times. I truly hope that his venture will bring back the strength and hope that we somehow lost along the way."
The rest of the galaxy could be a cruel place, or so the news lines would rage. Up until recently, there had been at least one planet among the universe who cared little of one's creed, race, or status. Zeltros was a home for all, yet She was weakening. If they wished to heal Her, all of this was necessary, no matter how painful. Tygress could only pray that wherever the Commander's ventures took him, he wouldn't be forced to combat more evil.
"You should head back inside," Tygress offered with her familiar warmth. "I'll be behind you shortly." |
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Post by Deleted on May 21, 2020 13:07:25 GMT -8
Lyzze watched in silence as the Queen continue to look to the sky for a few quiet moments more, her words finally appearing as her gaze eventually broke from the sky to fall upon the Lieutenant. "Time is very changing, even for Zeltros. It may happen far less than anywhere else, but change does come. And it will. This world may be one of enjoyment and pleasure, but we can't forget that sometimes we have to fight to maintain what we are about. Otherwise, we risk losing this world and the joy it brings others." She then turned her own eyes to the sky. "Even before the Commander, you were the Queen that watched over Zeltros and contained to lead her forward. He may have been by your side for the longest time, but he didn't make you into who you are. That person existed already. It may be difficult with him gone, but always remember his absence doesn't diminish who you have always been."
She then looked back to Tygress a soft smile in her eyes. "I think I'll remain a few moments more as well."
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Post by Klaasje Le Wydvile [RETIRED] on May 24, 2020 7:02:59 GMT -8
"Move aside"The metallic voice came before the powerful shove, that threw an insisting Zeltron out of balance and into the floor. The man was trying to court a petite woman, who, noneless, wanted to have nothing of it and, most importantly, came with an IG droid as bodyguard. The would-be paramour yields the ground and leaves in a hurry. Not even the most carnal of apetites is worth fighting with an assassin droid. "Mistress, this place is messing up with my sensors"
"Mine too, dear"The pheromones exuded by the Zeltrons were intoxicating, Klaasje felt like pulled from seven different directions and her head, clouded, heavy. The crime lady wore a black velvet dress, with a slash on the side, the only piece of jewelry being the half golden circle over her breasts. "Open the way to the office"The IG ruthlessly make way in the cult, using his strong limbs to shove everyone aside, cutting a path among the wild revelries of Zeltron's nightlife. Finally, he stood watch as Klaasje entered the room, which suposedly served as office to the one they were seeking. "If my intel isn't wrong... you must be Berrick Dahnos, the owner of this... pit"She motions outside, were the volume of the music was too high. "I'm Klaasje Le Wyldvile Maracavanya"
He turned on the couch toward the door then, when at last his guest made her way into the room alone and immediately started addressing him while also introducing herself. It was not a particularly impressive feat that she knew his identity, given his rather public ownership of "Umbra". But he was quite amused by her name. He pushed himself along the couch, making some space for her to sit downYour intel would be accurate, I am the owner of the nightclub known as Umbra, Miss Le Wyldvile Maracavanya... Is that how you pronounce it? Come, have a seat... Berrick motioned from the woman down to the empty space now on the couch which she could occupyIt can be dangerous for a human to enter a Zeltronian nightclub, for obvious reasons... Berrick reaches back and grabs a glass and a pitcher of water. Pouring out some of the liquid into the glass and offering it over to KlaasjeSo, what brings you to my fine establishment? She opens the slit dress a little when taking a seat, showing a holstered sporting blaster pistol. "I don't fear any of your customers. Specially when they're high on spice, drunk and generally wasted"Klaasje puts the dress in place and takes the offered glass. IG stands silent behind her. "In my kind of bussiness you tend to know how would be an ideal partner and who would not. I believe your interests and mine could confluence, could be aligned... so to speak"The baroness points at the golden jewel over her chest. "You might have heard about the Twin Golden Suns" |
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Post by Berrick Dahnos [RETIRED] on May 25, 2020 1:20:20 GMT -8
Berrick smiled as he caught sight of the holstered sporting blaster pistol as her thigh showed through the slit of her dress as she sat down. A detail he filed away as she then shifted the fabric to cover herself as she settled into the seat and took a drink. Elektra remained seated in the back corner of the office, resting her hands upon her pair of pistols as the IG unit entered the room and stood behind its master. Berrick looked out at the party goers as Klassje commented on them
It is in such states, when their pheromones are their most potent...
He lifted his gaze back to Klassje as she spoke of knowing who would be an ideal partner and who would not. Hinting that their interests could be aligned. As she points to the golden jewel covering her chest, he knew this was going to be a very different kind of business meeting
Many people have heard of the Twin Golden Suns. An underworld organization, as I've heard. Ruled by a ruthless Pirate Queen, or so the stories go... But one must always be careful to separate fact from fiction. Given you wear their sigil, you are either one of them, or in charge of them... So... What interest does the Twin Golden Suns have in a club owner such as myself? Or is it perhaps my other... business interests that you are seeking...
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2020 14:46:09 GMT -8
Lyzze watched in silence as the Queen continue to look to the sky for a few quiet moments more, her words finally appearing as her gaze eventually broke from the sky to fall upon the Lieutenant. "Time is very changing, even for Zeltros. It may happen far less than anywhere else, but change does come. And it will. This world may be one of enjoyment and pleasure, but we can't forget that sometimes we have to fight to maintain what we are about. Otherwise, we risk losing this world and the joy it brings others." She then turned her own eyes to the sky. "Even before the Commander, you were the Queen that watched over Zeltros and contained to lead her forward. He may have been by your side for the longest time, but he didn't make you into who you are. That person existed already. It may be difficult with him gone, but always remember his absence doesn't diminish who you have always been."
She then looked back to Tygress a soft smile in her eyes. "I think I'll remain a few moments more as well."
She only took a handful of more precious seconds to remain on the landing pads. As she began to find that inner strength that Lyzze knew she had, the Queen settled with this moment being the last she would spend here. Reaching out for the other woman's hand, Tygress interlaced her fingers with Lyzze's, and with a soft smile to match hers, the Queen nodded towards her Lieutenant.
"Thank you, Lyzze, for reminding me. I know we'll come out of this a stronger people than we were before, and they must have a Queen to match. We must. I must. For the glory of Zeltros," she said quietly. "Our Zeltros."
It was true that so many had looked upon her as a weak ruler during these times. She had allowed the Cult of Revelry to grow to the size and influence that they did. No matter her reasoning then, all that mattered was the present, and she would stand firm in reclaiming her home in the name of the Royal Family and the glory they had brought to Zeltros up until these dire times. However, she could do very little while lingering in the past and hoping for the future, waiting for her Commander to return to them. Tygress's eyes fell into the hangar bay, which led into the Palace, the place her people needed her for the time being.
"I should head inside and help in the preparations for tonight's gala. Will you be joining me?" |
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Post by Deleted on May 27, 2020 9:04:46 GMT -8
Lyzze felt the Queen's hand slip into her own, causing a smile to slip along her face. She wasn't the commander and didn't have the same ability to fully comfort and aid Tygress as he did, but she still would do all she could in his stead to help the Queen as she needed. She was just glad that the words she had chosen and believed helped to uplift Tygress a bit. "Of course. We have continued to thrive throughout the millennia and we still will for millennia more. I have no doubts in your ability to be the Queen to match."
Having finished her time gazing at the sky, Tyrgess's gaze eventually fell back towards the palace and her words made it clear she knew it was time to press forward. When asked about joining the Queen, Lyzze nodded. "I will. I will stand by your side where you need me until the Commander's return." With a final smile and glance upwards into the sky, the pair made their way into the palace to prepare for the night's gala.
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Post by Klaasje Le Wydvile [RETIRED] on May 28, 2020 0:54:17 GMT -8
Berrick smiled as he caught sight of the holstered sporting blaster pistol as her thigh showed through the slit of her dress as she sat down. A detail he filed away as she then shifted the fabric to cover herself as she settled into the seat and took a drink. Elektra remained seated in the back corner of the office, resting her hands upon her pair of pistols as the IG unit entered the room and stood behind its master. Berrick looked out at the party goers as Klassje commented on themIt is in such states, when their pheromones are their most potent... He lifted his gaze back to Klassje as she spoke of knowing who would be an ideal partner and who would not. Hinting that their interests could be aligned. As she points to the golden jewel covering her chest, he knew this was going to be a very different kind of business meetingMany people have heard of the Twin Golden Suns. An underworld organization, as I've heard. Ruled by a ruthless Pirate Queen, or so the stories go... But one must always be careful to separate fact from fiction. Given you wear their sigil, you are either one of them, or in charge of them... So... What interest does the Twin Golden Suns have in a club owner such as myself? Or is it perhaps my other... business interests that you are seeking... She smiled slightly.
"I see... you're well informed, clearly a man of many talents. Some stories are right, some stories are wrong, who am I to say which the truth is?"
Klaasje places the emptied glass on the table before her.
"It's the other bussiness. I have a few nightclubs myself: in Coruscant, Raxus Secundus and Socorro; but that's another matter, not which brought me here, to you. I know you lead a pretty profitable smuggling bussiness, Berrick"The baroness leans back on the couch. |
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Post by Berrick Dahnos [RETIRED] on Jun 8, 2020 6:10:01 GMT -8
A wry smirk crossed Berrick's face as Klassje explained why horny aliens did not much scare her
True enough, most males are quite similar in that regard...
He picked up a glass from the table sitting just behind him and took a sip of the whiskey
In my line of work, it pays to be well informed. Information, in most circles, is more valuable than corusca gems...
He takes another sip of his drink then as Klassje came clean about the reason for her visit to him. It was not unusual for people interested in his smuggling business to approach him at "Umbra". In truth, he had no reason to use a pseudonym for his smuggling business. He had no family or relatives to speak of that could be used against him. And his work had not brought the attention of external governments to bear against Zeltros, so the local authorities left him to his business. Berrick set his glass down
Smuggling... Shipping.... Delivery... They're all relative terms depending upon which side you're on really... But yes, it has been a very profitable and successful venture. And what exactly is it that the Twin Golden Suns need moved? Or perhaps, more accurately, where do they need it moved? With your considerable resources, I'd imagine you would have smugglers within your employ...
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