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Post by Whill Shaman Erevis on Apr 9, 2013 11:42:24 GMT -8
Falleen Throne was the capital city of the planet Falleen. The Yellow District was located here.
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Post by Ludo Karesh on Apr 25, 2013 13:22:22 GMT -8
*Ludo Karesh walks the city streets of Falleen's capital. He enters a small cantina and takes a seat in a corner booth waiting on his two guests to arrive. The time had come. Soon, he would get a chance to test young Starholder. The game was afoot.
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Post by Delvin Keets on Apr 27, 2013 19:23:10 GMT -8
Avidus's shuttle touches down in the shabby spaceport. He exits with Vic by his side. The skeleton sporting a suit walks close to Avidus.
"Your Lordship, are you sure the facilities we require are near?"
-Avidus-
"Yes Vic, we'll be there shortly. Don't forget, I used to run this hell hole of a planet at one time."
The pair made a turn down an alley and immediately ran into a thug. A short confrontation and one dead body later, Avidus and Vic arrived at the old Yellow Districts. Avidus ran a hand along one of the gates.
"Lets check it out Vic."
They entered and immediately were overwhelmed by the smell of filth.
"Call it in and get this shit hole cleaned up! We need this facility running by the end of the week. Vic, I leave you here to manage things. I have to leave for a business meeting. I expect everything to be in order shortly."
-Vic-
"It will be done my Lord."
-Avidus-
"Don't fail me Vic."
He turned and left Vic standing there. He hailed a hovercraft and returned to his shuttle without incident. Vic watched the shuttle rise then turned to the task at hand.
-Vic-
He turned and went to the nearest government office. Immediately he filed for the rights to buy up the industrial plant. When the office said they weren't sure what the status was, he bribed them and gave them the name Yellow District Industries as the name for the corporation. He then went to the nearest Bar and began to hire thugs for 600 credits a week. Avidus was paying for all of this out of his massive war fortune.
-Vic-
"See to it that we get the first building clear so I can send in the crews to clean the place."
-Overseer-
"You got it boss! You heard Vic! Get it done!"
by the close of the first day one of the five buildings had been clear. Vic then decided to call it an evening.
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Post by Delvin Keets on Apr 28, 2013 16:06:47 GMT -8
-Vic-
He was supervising the clearing of the second building. Parameters had been established. And a clean up crew was moving into the first building to repair the damage and install new equipment. Vic was pleased.
-Overseer-
"Vic, we're making progress but it's going slow."
-Vic-
"Unless you keep to the schedule, you won't get paid that is the contract you agreed upon. No excuses!"
-Overseer-
There was a slight change in the overseer's face he clenched his jaw and spun around stomping off in a fit.
-Vic-
Thought to himself, well you can't win them all. . .
"Keep it going. That's all."
Turning around he returned to his data pad to update Avidus.
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Post by Delvin Keets on Apr 29, 2013 14:04:14 GMT -8
-Vic-
The First building was completely cleared and repaired. New equipment similar to the stuff used to manufacture cigars was being installed in the first building. Building two was cleared out and the cleaning crews were moving in to repair, clean, and begin installation of equipment to make cigarettes.
-Overseer-
"Keep at boys! We're nearly halfway there!"
Inside the overseer was cursing himself for having agreed to the terms of the contract.
-Vic-
"I will return shortly. I have to double check our status with the government."
Turning he strolled casually down the street. He knocked on the door and was shown in immediately much to the ire of those who'd been waiting for hours.
"What's the status of my application for a license to manufacture tobacco products?"
-Government Official-
"Hold on one moment sir."
He pretended to type on his datapad. But really he was just killing a little time
"Yes. You've been approved for a trial period of 3 months."
-Vic-
"Oh, that won't do at all. You see, my company intends to base itself here permanently."
-Government Official'
He grew a little nervous. Vic's tone was harsh and critical.
"Yes, well I-um..."
He took a deep breath.
"If you want it to be a permanent license, you need to see the governor."
-Vic-
His eye sockets narrowed a little bit.
"Do you know who owns the company that I am working for?"
The official squirmed a bit. Vic was enjoying this now, he leaned in a little closer just to maximize the discomfort of the official who shook his head.
"I work for Avidus Dubh. Now, if you have any common sense you WILL approve my permits. It would be a shame if Avidus had to destabilize your regime and take over. . .Again."
The government official was shaking all over. Vic was pleased to see that he was sweaty and had blotched over.
"You have 24 hours to approve my business location permanently or I WILL get a hold of my CEO and you do not want that mess."
He turned and left. A slight smile on his lips. It wasn't that often that he got to bully government officials. Back at the work site, things were running smoothly. Squatters were kicked out with a few hundred credits each to find new housing and they were promised employment in the new factory. What Vic left out was how difficult to leave the factory it would be once they were officially employed. 'We're nearly at 60% with the factories.' He thought to himself. 'We can start receiving small quantities for processing.' He sent an update to Avidus.
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Post by Delvin Keets on Apr 30, 2013 18:18:58 GMT -8
-Vic-
For a change things were actually going smoothly. Building three was cleared and beginning the cleaning process while the workers started on building four.
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Post by Animal on May 1, 2013 12:15:15 GMT -8
A Lambda shuttle landed in the spaceport. A group of Rodians got off the shuttle. In the back, one was covered in a hood, with hands shoved into his pockets. He entered a small tavern. While the rest of his men went to the bar, he sat down at the table and looked across at Ludo, his tatooed and pierced snout picked out.
I'll take a beer.
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Post by Delvin Keets on May 1, 2013 18:48:10 GMT -8
-Vic-
Progress was made. The last of the buildings was being cleared buildings 1,2, and 3 were ready to begin production. Building four was clear and being cleaned and refitted while the thugs got to work on the last of the five buildings. Vic would have smiled if his face hadn't rotted away. He sent another update to Avidus.
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Post by Delvin Keets on May 3, 2013 7:55:15 GMT -8
-Vic-
Pleased with the accomplishment, he paid his workers and dismissed all but the thugs. They were issued new uniforms and given leave to start recruiting people to work in processing. He sent the final updates to Avidus closing with the message. When can I expect the first shipment?
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Post by Delvin Keets on May 7, 2013 4:08:49 GMT -8
-Vic-
He had found there was not much to do until the first shipment arrived. An official apology arrived from the government. Vic glanced once at it then tossed it. The people he'd recruited so far thought that they were still free. He let them have this illusion. After all, right now they were getting paid to sit on their asses. He wired Avidus again. This time a bit annoyed. As his message sent a reply arrived. 'Am in a meeting with Exchequer right now. I will not be through until the first shipment is en route. The first location is secured. Confirmation of this was recieved about 2 hours ago.' Vic would have grinned if he had a face. Instead he stalked up to the executive office. The funiture was still not here yet but Avidus had given him a blank check to set up the facility. That was the important thing. Sitting behind the run down and nearly destroyed desk. Vic began to get things ready for the arrival of the first shipment.
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Post by Delvin Keets on May 9, 2013 11:01:27 GMT -8
-Vic-
A blip appeared on the radar. Vic immediately readied the hangar bay to deal with the new goods. He was thrilled. At last, he thought, we're going to make a profit.
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Post by Delvin Keets on Jun 14, 2013 15:10:34 GMT -8
As the ships dock Vic himself is there on hand to supervise the offloading of the first shipments.
-Vic-
"Send these to processing right away."
He looked over the crates he'd separated from those he'd sent to processing. There was some damage. He sighed. Work never was easy anymore these days. . .
"Have these processed cheaply. We have 48 hours until we ship."
He turned and stalked back to his office feeling much better.
-Factory supervisor-
"Alright you heard the boss. We've got 48 hours lets try and have this shit done in 30."
With that the facility roared to life. Soon he would be shipping. and this would have brought a smile to Vic's face if he could have smiled. He settled into the comfortable armchair Avidus had sent him. He had a feeling he was now stuck here.
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Post by Delvin Keets on Jun 16, 2013 17:44:05 GMT -8
-Vic-
As the product neared completion the crates were moved onto new cargo ships mostly battered and looking average. The ships then proceeded to take off and head for orbit.
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Post by The Shadow King on Jul 9, 2013 13:16:36 GMT -8
"Are you certain this is the correct course of action? It has been centuries since the last successful coup.
Xinzon half turned from the viewport to regard the falleen woman next to him. She was young yet, not even half a century of experience under her belt, and he could understand her trepidation. She was beautiful too, her features both elegant and somehow soft, despite her reptilian heritage. She was just the type of woman he would have fancied under different circumstances. The hint of a smile pulled at his lips as his eyes swept over the curves of her body. Well... perhaps there would still be a time and a place for that. Not here and now, however. He turned back to the transparisteel and continued pretending to admire the view his apartment offered.
"Our people have been subjugated by foreign oppressors for far too long. These outsiders who come in and claim to uplift have only preyed on the corruption of our own government to drain our planet dry. They are a cancer that has spread to our own people, and I am the instrument that will remove the disease in its entirety."
"That may be, but the king has not maintained his station for so long by letting his guard down. I personally know of seven failed assassination attempts, and there are no doubt more that have been kept secret."
"True, he is far more vigilant than his predecessors, though I suspect the meddling of these outsiders has softened him some. He is no longer the leader of this world, so he is no longer the prime target should someone wish to usurp him."
"An interesting theory, but where is your proof?"
"I have none. Only my observations. I have been watching closely for over fifteen years, and while the patterns are subtle, they are still discernible."
"And if you're wrong?"
"Then I die, like all the rest."
Silence fell, and the two simply stood in thought for several moments, Xinzon reviewing all the plans and contingencies he had created and set in place over the years, and Zora presumably doing the same. The corruption had been apparent almost immediately upon returning home, and while he truly cared little for the safety and prosperity of his people, he had seen an opportunity that he could not refuse.
"He will be expecting you soon."
"I know. Would you like to accompany me?"
She looked at him then, her eyebrows rising and her mouth quirking with humor at his suggestion.
"A former slave dancer escorting a state official to a meeting with the king? If this plan of yours has any chance of success, that would surely destroy it."
He grunted in response, a chuckle that never quite made it out of his throat. The truth was, the plan had not been his. While the groundwork had been laid long ago, the inspiration for the final stages had been gleaned from a fairly recent uprising on the Twi'lek homeworld of Ryloth. The uprising hadn't garnered much attention in the galactic arena, short-lived as it was, and Xinzon likely would never have known of it had he not been conducting slave trading on the planet. It had been successful in its initial stages, however, and with some adaptation he had decided it could work equally well here. He just had to make it through the next few hours.
"Very well. It will be difficult to miss if I am successful, so if the evidence is not present within four hours I expect you to board a ship and leave. You have been too instrumental to go unnoticed should I fail."
She simply nodded at this, and Xinzon turned and walked quietly from the room. He had an appointment to keep, and he had no intention of being late.
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Post by The Shadow King on Jul 9, 2013 21:13:31 GMT -8
The ride to the royal fortress was quick and uneventful, and when the car arrived at the building's entrance, Xinzon stepped gracefully from its confines and onto the long red walkway leading up to the large entrance. The fortress had been built over a thousand years ago, yet it remained every bit as grand and imposing as it was the day of its completion. It had survived attempted destruction by four galactic powers, occupation by three of them, and still remained one of the most visually imposing structures on the planet. A true testament to the skill of those who had built it.
All of that, however, was simple background knowledge. It had nothing to do with the reasons he was here nor did it have any effect on the outcome. His was not an invasion of outside forces, but rather a cleansing of those that still lingered. Once his work here today was finished, the only outside influences on his people would be those he allowed to exist. The trip to the audience chambers of the king was just as uneventful as the trip to the fortress, and Xinzon found himself striding into the regal chamber not more than ten minutes after arriving.
His feet stepped softly on deep red marble, and the walls and pillars supporting the vaulted ceiling were adorned in purple and gold respectively. The room spoke of power, but it did so in subtle tones that resisted classification, seeming both menacing and inviting in the same instant, both treacherous and easy to traverse. This room, like the men who resided in it, had been intended to be misguiding, its deceptively open spaces creating a sense of security that could only be dispelled by a keen eye that could spot the hidden dangers in its shadows. Many rulers had resided in this fortress over its long history, and each had left their own mark on its defenses. It was entirely possible that there were defenses in place that no one living had any knowledge of.
That thought kept his guard up as he approached the throne and the man that sat in it. The throne itself was another homage to the ever-changing nature of the office it symbolized, being set only a single step above the floor instead of raised up high upon a dais as most thrones tended to be. A simple reminder that no matter how high one climbed, there were always enemies just one short step below, craving for the power of your position.
"Highness."
His bow was fluid and graceful, yet clearly still formal and only performed out of respect for ceremony rather than the man in front of him.
"Ah, Xinzon. I would welcome you, but you are clearly as reluctant to be here as I. Why did you request this audience?"
The king's eyes narrowed, his expression turning suspicious as he finished speaking. As well it should. A fair number of his predecessors had granted exclusive audiences and not lived to regret it. That had been the reason for the subtle scans that had been conducted on Xinzon as he moved through the palace, each one insuring that he carried no weapons. In the past, suicide assassins had been an all too common occurrence.
"It is a matter of some delicacy I'm afraid, regarding the fate of a traitor I have discovered in our midst."
The suspicion on the king's face grew and his gaze swept over the two dozen guards assembled in the room, as if wondering what could be so delicate as to require secrecy from them, but he nodded and stepped off the throne, motioning toward the meeting room he maintained for truly private audiences. Nodding, Xinzon turned and moved toward the door, followed by the king and only two of the guards. In a culture so steeped in manipulation, deception, and backstabbing, it was only natural that the lower ranking individual entered the room first. Those of higher rank would never dream of turning their backs on a potential assassin. Once inside the room, Xinzon turned to face the king and the guards that had accompanied him.
"Now tell me Xinzon, who is this traitor you have uncovered? I have little time for games.
"Very well. He is you."
Before the king could do anything more than widen his eyes at the accusation, Xinzon had covered the short distance between them and gripped his right forearm with his left hand. Pulling the limb forward, he brought his right hand around and slid the claw on his middle finger across the king's palm, drawing blood as it easily sliced the skin. Being the reknowned warrior he was, the king immediately recognized that the wound was not meant to kill, and as such poison could be the only explanation for the poorly executed attack. A smile grew on the king's face and a chuckle echoed out of his chest.
"Fool. You think I have not taken precautions against poison? I am immune to every poison in the known galaxy! This is not the first time I have had to deal with the likes of you. Guards!
The guards moved a step forward but halted when Xinzon raised a hand. The king's eyes narrowed, but he was far from defeated. He had personally killed no less than five assassins in a single attempt on his life, and was not about to give up when facing only three.
"A fight then. Very well.
His stance shifted then, going from the regal bearing of a king to the barely-contained danger of a coiled serpent in the space of an instant. Instead of moving to engage the man, however, both Xinzon and the guards simply took a step back.
"No. As much fun as it would be to prove my superiority as a warrior, you have already lost."
The king shook his head, as if to clear away the fog that was gathering around the edges of his mind. A note of fear finally began to creep into his voice when he spoke again.
"How..? What did you do to me? I cannot succumb to poison! WHAT DID YOU DO?!
"Not poison. Medicine. A simple and entirely non-lethal paralytic used to calm hysterical patients and prevent further injury, or in this case, to render a traitorous king immobile."
"I... Will Not... BE BEATEN!"
Xinzon sidestepped, easily avoiding the now-clumsy lunge, all the king's considerable martial skill rendered useless by the paralytic coursing through his system. It had been a stroke of genius, Xinzon had to say. Using a medicine to immobilize a man that was immune to poison. He would have to properly thank Zora for that later.
"Pick him up."
The guards moved immediately to obey, dragging the now helpless king to his feet and supporting him between them. Xinzon held out a hand, and one of the guards handed him their blaster.
"I... will..."
"No, you won't."
Without ceremony, Xinzon simply raised the blaster and fired, placing the shot perfectly between his target's eyes. The body of the king slumped as all life left it, and the guards turned and carried it off through a rear entrance to the meeting room. Reaching for the comm on his belt, Xinzon keyed in the appropriate code and raised it to speak.
"The king is dead. Prepare your address."
Now that the easy part was over, it was time to get to work.
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Post by The Shadow King on Jul 10, 2013 15:35:43 GMT -8
People of Falleen, your king has betrayed you!
The voice resounded through the city as it was carried across the soundwaves of every public address system on the planet. As it spoke, other events began to unfold as well. Guards loyal to the former king rose up to defend their defeated regime, and were met by those that saw the corruption of their king and had sided with the usurper.
He has relegated his own people to the dirt even as he uplifts the outsiders who have taken from our planet and given nothing in return!
The odds were against the loyalists, however, and it was not long before they were overrun. Those that survived were arrested, and those that did not were relegated to the incinerator with their king. With the military opposition removed, the usurpers begin moving to the second phase of the operation, that of removing the political allies of the former king. The list was long and rife with corruption, but there were those that had followed the king out of loyalty or respect rather than greed, and they would each be given the chance to renounce their former allegiance.
He chose to line his own pockets rather than fund the construction of ships and armies to protect his people, and his crimes have finally been rewarded.
Inside the royal fortress, Xinzon finally stepped out of the meeting room to find himself greeted by the force pikes of the remaining twenty-two guards. He sighed, a gesture more of resignation than of defeat, and twenty-two commandos clad in black segmented armor seemed to step out of thin air, driving long daggers into the backs of each loyalist guard. He would have preferred to avoid such bloodshed, not because of any sort of conscience mind you, but because loyal guards were difficult to find, and even more difficult to replace. He'd spent a small fortune just to replace the two guards that had accompanied the king to his death, and he would have liked to maintain an equally loyal following among the entourage of his successor. Ah well, perhaps in time such loyalties might develop naturally.
King Xuhai is dead. I, Xellis of House Mexxis, have taken justice into my own hands and punished him for his crimes, and am hereby assuming the mantle of King of Falleen.
There was no great shouts of joy from a liberated populace, no great cry of outrage at the assassination of their king, there was hardly any reaction at all. Both celebration and outrage would require overt and public displays of emotion, and that was simply not the way of the Falleen. This was significant news to be sure, and each individual would process the ramifications in their own time and their own way, but they would all do so in private. To an outsider, the calm of the populace might seem unsettling, but to Xinzon it was simply expected.
There would be an official coronation later in the week, but it would be little more than a formality. The king was dead and the loyalists who had not died with him were either captured or fleeing. Barely three hours after it had officially begun, the coup was over and the Falleen had a new ruler, though not the one they had been promised.
A smile pulled at Xinzon's lips as he stood at the floor to ceiling transparisteel viewport behind the throne, gazing out at the planet before him. HIS planet. Turning from the transparisteel, he strode past the throne, sparing only a brief glance for the comparatively unassuming symbol of ultimate power on Falleen. He would let them believe that illusion. Symbolism could be a powerful tool if used properly, and while he did crave the power it would give him, he felt no desire to sit on the throne himself. He much preferred the shadows to the spotlight.
The commandos saluted with hands on chests as he passed, and he simply nodded to each before his long strides carried him out of the throne room and deeper into the fortress. The uprising may be over, but the shadow king still had work to do.
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Post by Delvin Keets on Jul 11, 2013 8:08:57 GMT -8
-Vic-
As news of the uprising and overthrow of the current government was broadcast over the airwaves, he wondered what the hell to do. He was shaken a bit and concerned as a multi-million, possibly billion credit enterprise funded privately by his master was now suddenly at stake. He got on the comm system and broadcast through the facility.
::DO NOT I REPEAT DO NOT! Attempt to defend the facility unless the military opens fire first. We have no claim to the leadership of this planet and haven't for a VERY long time. Any guard disobeying this order is to be killed on site. I will personally negiotiate with the new leadership to determine the future of Yellow District Industries. In the mean time, production will go on. That is all.::
He knew Avidus already knew of the coup and would probably allow him to handle the negotiations as Avidus did not have the tact required nor ever had the patience to master such skills. He thought a moment then opened a hologram to the palace hoping to get a hold of someone who knew more about the situation than he did. The image of a mangled and deformed skeleton wearing a business suit with a steel visor riveted across his eyes, Iron caps over where his ears used to be, and finally iron staples which locked his jaws closed. A kind of eerie echoing was the voice that spoke.
::I am Victor Rattlehead, CEO of Yellow District Industires. I would like to speak to whomever is now the new leader of Falleen regarding the status of my corporations facilities on the planet. Rest assured, we will not attempt any kind of fighting. My guards have been ordered to stand down unless provoked. I do not wish to cause trouble or start it. I am authorized by my shareholders to negotiate business terms with whomever has the ability to do so.::
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Post by The Shadow King on Jul 11, 2013 10:53:39 GMT -8
Xinzon, now standing in the king's private chambers as he reviewed the reports and projects that only he and Xellis now had clearance to even look at, was not entirely surprised to hear the private channel to the palace begin to chime, then see a blue hologram burst to life above the desk and begin to speak. It was a testament to just how deep the corruption ran. For a moment, he considered taking a seat in front of the hologram, but quickly discarded the idea. Not only would that be entirely too bold for someone of his presumed station, but it would provide an equal footing for whoever was on the other end of the line. Instead of sitting, he walked around the front of the desk, circling it as the skeleton looking thing, likely a droid of some sort, relayed its message. He stopped behind the large chair that the king would normally be sitting in but remained out of the range of the small holocamera that would relay his image to the being on the other end. It would be able to hear him well enough, but its hologram projector would reveal only static, and Xinzon's identity would remain entirely anonymous.
The king is unavailable to take your call, and even where he not, business transactions with minor companies operated by outsiders would not merit his attention. As of this morning, any and all permits and licenses that were obtained illegally are hereby null and void, and if you wish to continue conducting business on Falleen you will be required to cease operations and legally obtain the required permits and licenses. Should operations continue in spite of this warning, your holdings will be seized and your products confiscated and put up for auction.
He kept his tone neutral as he spoke, as though the call had been rerouted from the king's personal holocomm unit to an audio-only channel operated by a low-level clerk, and for all this Victor fellow knew, it had been. Ending the call, Xinzon then sent for a tech team to change the king's personal comm code and prevent future exchanges with corrupt outsiders. That done, he finished the upload of classified files to his personal databanks and left the office.
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Post by Delvin Keets on Jul 15, 2013 4:11:35 GMT -8
As the comm went dead, Vic sighed. This was going to take some explaining to do. Neither he nor his corporation had been illegitimate before. Previous bribing and threatening had only been done because that was the most expedient manner to conduct business under the old corrupt regime. Vic commed the security chief's office.
::I would like all production ceased at once. Lockdown the facility and let the workers leave. If they try to riot use force to subdue them, but do not harm any one if it can be helped. I want the plant locked down. No one from outside is permitted in unless they represent the new regime on the planet. I need to contact Avidus's boss with this matter and hopefully everything will be cleared up in a week or so.::
He did not say it, but if they had to move, it would be a mess. There was no back up plan in the event of this happening. If worse came to worse, Vic was prepared to abandon the planet, and take with it a sizable amount of the money that was put into the local economy. But that was the worst case scenario. He then opened a triple encrypted and coded comm link and sent a very brief message to Exchequer.
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Post by The Shadow King on Sept 10, 2013 19:04:57 GMT -8
"How goes the cleanse?"
He hadn't turned to acknowledge her as Zora silently entered the room, but she knew he would sense she was there. He always had before, and why would tonight be any different? She stopped behind him, still several meters away, and gazed past him, out the viewport at the city below, as she spoke.
"It goes well. We estimate foreign influence on our internal affairs has been reduced to a mere twenty-three percent."
He half turned to look at her over his shoulder.
"A mere twenty-three percent? That means a quarter of our government is still influenced by outsiders. Make it zero."
"It is only a matter of time, my King."
He grunted at that and turned back to the viewport. Had they not been standing alone in his private chambers, he would have had to punish her for that slip, but she knew her boundaries well and he had not had to raise even a finger in discipline for years.
"And the station? Construction is on schedule I assume?"
"Yes. It will be in orbit within the month, and fully operational by the end of the following."
"Excellent. Your performance is exemplary, as always."
She bowed slightly to acknowledge the compliment.
"Thank you, my Lord."
Silence reined then for several minutes before Xinzon finally spoke again.
"And the... other project?"
"On schedule as well. All of the former king's hidden resources have been funneled into the project, and the vessel will be operational by the end of the week.
A smile touched Xinzon's lips at that. He had designed and begun building the ship himself, long before this current plan of his had come to fruition, and with the addition of the former king's untraceable credits to his funding, the construction had accelerated considerably.
"I have waited a long time for these plans to reach their conclusions."
"I am aware."
He turned to face her then, the gleam in his eyes far too predatory for comfort as they swept over the curves of her body, the dark fabric of her gown providing little protection from his piercing gaze.
"This may be premature, but I find myself in the mood to celebrate."
His skin began to shift, turning from its usual vibrant green to a darker, more lustful tone, before that too began to shift toward a deep crimson hue.
"Remove your clothing, then come to me."
"As you command, my King."
Then she did the only thing she could and bowed her head submissively as her hands moved to obey.
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