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Kitt's eyes narrowed instantly upon hearing Haphaestus speak. True, he wasn't expecting all that much from the Sith, but something about the tone, or rather, lack their of disappointed him. Holding his position against the Sith, the grandmaster offered up a polite smile, one that he was used to giving out during his many negotiations.

 

"Well then, if you have no time, I'm sorry to have wasted it. I am also sorry for the trouble these talks have placed upon you."

 

Kitt didn't bother with a bow to Haphaestus, as beings such as him rarely deserved the respect they demanded from others. Turning around he walked away from Haphaestus and towards his fighter. He didn't need to hear anything more Haphaestus would have to say, as during his time with such beings, they wouldn't offer anything up that would be beneficial towards the final goal. If the Sith found sudden time, Kitt may make him wait until he had such time. The talks would simple have to wait until something happened when the two sides were needed and disagreements came up.

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The eyebrows of the former Admiral and new Jedi Apprentice raised as he watched the conversation between the Jedi GrandMaster and the Dark Lord of the Sith. He allowed a breath that he didn't remember holding to pass through his lips as Kitt turned away from the Sith Lord and made his way towards the Starsword. As Kitt walked away, Marcus felt a shiver run down his spine, as what seemed to be a bit of warmth abandoned him. His eyes turned to the Dark Lord who met his gaze only momentarily. Giving a brief nod to Hephaestus, Reilly backed away before turning his back to the Sith and joining Kitt near the Starsword.

 

Knowing he needed to provide his own transportation, Marcus briefly wondered how he could provide safe, secure, and possibly permanent transportation to Tython. He knew he could not have a shuttle carry him to Tython, only to drop him off and return to the galaxy at large; Kitt had wanted to keep the Jedi location secret. He would have to borrow a star-fighter from the Empire and return it later, with its memory wiped. Seeing a TIE Defender pilot making his way across the hangar deck, Reilly ran over to him and requested the use of his fighter. The young Lieutenant stuttered in response to the Admirals question. Marcus knew it would bother any pilot to have his ship taken from them. But he also knew that protocol would dictate that the inferior officer would give up his ship.

 

After changing into Imperial flight gear, Reilly made his way into the cockpit of the TIE Defender. As he settled in, he thought back to the basic flight training he had received at the Imperial Naval Academy. Many of his instructors believed he would choose to continue onto the path of a fighter pilot, until his test scores showed him his future as a capital vessel captain. His second year in the Academy had been the last time he had flow a fighter, and that was almost 10 years ago. Beginning his pre-flight routine, the young Imperial thought back to his life with the Empire. The men he trained had long since either died and moved onto captain their own vessels. He hoped that they would not choose to abandon this fledgling government. While his own path seemed to veer away from the military, and hopefully away from politics as a whole, he knew this new Galactic Alliance would the men and women he had trained the arts of war. He thought back to the lives he had taken in service to his government. Only now he began to question why.

 

The sound of his Defender coming online brought thoughts back to the moment. Donning his flight helmet, Marcus opened the registration of the Defender and began to make some modifications. Knowing the history between the Empire and Jedi, Marcus did not want people to know of his history within said Empire. Showing up in an Imperial fighter, clothed in Imperial flight gear would most likely tarnish his reputation with any Jedi who witnessed his arrival to begin with, so he would do his best to disguise his true identity until the right time came to reveal it. With that thought in his mind, Admiral Marcus Reilly ceased to exist for the time being, and Jedi Apprentice Dean Reilly was born.

 

Dean maneuvered his Defender out of the resort hangar and began to input the coordinates for the Core Worlds. Luckily he remembered enough of hyperspace travel to make multiple jumps to keep the location a secret. So inputting the number of jumps he wanted to make, and the precise coordinates he wished to arrive at, the Jedi Apprentice watched as the stars began to elongate and the darkness exploded into light.

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Everything that needed to be done was done. I glanced around the room. Most of the delegates were still mingling, but others were leaving. I shrugged. There was little reason for me to stay here any longer. There would be elections soon for the positions outlined by our agreements and the new constitution, but for now, there was little else to be done.

 

I nodded to Onderin, then approached Argus. "I've enjoyed getting to know you, sir," I told him. "I hope that this is not the end of our relationship. You're an excellent commander."

 

He put a hand on my shoulder. "Likewise, captain. Good luck, and may the Force be with you."

 

I turned to go, but he stopped me. "Captain, I know you have no means of transport out of here. Take the shuttle that brought us. I'll signal the Peacemonger to send another shuttle to pick me up."

 

"Thank you Commodore." I saluted, then headed out. Once I passed the security station, my lightsaber was returned, along with my blaster pistol. I rearmed and headed into the hanger.

 

The shuttle Argus had given me was small, which was perfect for me. The most important part was that I could handle it myself. I warmed up the ship, and then received clearance to launch.

 

My first stop was the Peacemonger. I visited my quarters and grabbed my few possessions, stowing my lightsaber in the small bag with the rest of my stuff as I did so. I then made a quick tour of the ship, saying goodbye to all the friends I had made over the past year or so that I'd been assigned to the ship. It was bittersweet. I was glad to see the war's end, but at the same time, I'd miss these comrades and the structure of military life. Who'd have ever thought that?

 

Finally, I was back in the hanger. I programmed the shuttle with the coordinates Onderin had passed on to me, and then with one last burst of starlines, headed off into the void of space.

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All was accomplished, just as he'd told Aira. Onderin Starlisk was an Admiral no longer--he had but to finalize the status change. He wouldn't be doing it from here, either. The Jedi Master turned and swiftly departed for the hangar, not another word said. Just as the galaxy would soon forget his name, he was content to fade now into the background. Many long years of making difficult decisions that had infinite echoes across the galaxy that he couldn't anticipate left him feeling burned-out. He'd changed the galaxy, and while he thought it was for the better, one man could not bear the weight of such a change... and a Jedi found it difficult to claim that his way was definitely the way of the Force, and that he definitively did everything as it was meant to be accomplished.

 

And so it was the Force that would guide the rest of his life. Onderin soon reached the hangar. He'd arrived in a Lambda, but it suited him no longer. Instead, he took one of the E-wings that had escorted the shuttle here--informing command about his decision so that they could make the transfer official. Formally, he was purchasing it, drawing from many years of military salary that he had never touched because Jedi had few to no possessions. It would be his new personal ship, and he loved the feel of an E-wing. After all, he'd been a pilot for years as he worked through Alliance ranks. Finally, he tendered and transmitted his formal resignation from his datapad, simple and to the point.

 

A minute later, he'd laid in the coordinates for Tython, but decided to take a couple of precautionary jumps first, given that the Dark Lord of the Sith was still here, and many Imperials still hated the Jedi enough to make trouble should they discover that secret Temple. Soon he was off into the tunnels of hyperspace, and he left behind him his title of Admiral.

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Kitt quickly jumped into his already warmed up StarSword and make a quick series of launches through hyperspace towards Tython, seeing he still wanted to keep this place a secret from the rest of the galaxy.

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Haphaestus watched with amusement as the Grand Master stormed out, clearly letting irrational emotion, perhaps spawned by the mere fact that he couldn't stoop to tolerating the presence of a Sith due to the self-righteous splendor in which he clothed himself, get the best of him and override his manners. The Dark Lord was most certainly not impressed, as he rather did wish to hammer out the details with Master Fitt, in fact wishing to do so earlier than the Jedi desired. Evidently, Fitt was an easy man to provoke, and that would make him easy to control.

 

Presently Haphaestus turned to face Dominus, then simply nodded, as it to say we're done here. He appreciated that his old master had come, even though it turned out to be unnecessary, no danger having presented itself and Haphaestus' participation in the negotiations having been minimal. And so he turned and briskly strode back to the hangar, collecting his darkstaff on the way, the only weapon he regularly carried at the present time. At least, the only weapon that could be disarmed, he mentally amended. Even without the Force, Haphaestus was never truly defenseless.

 

Now he reached his small ship and departed to head back to Coruscant. He began to reflect anew on the place of the Sith Order now that these things were accomplished. Being on Coruscant would put them near the seat of government; since they had a place in that government, that in itself was not bad. However, as his plans for the future evolved, he would need to continually evaluate such details such as this. For now, he thought, it would suffice. They would be closer and more visible to the government than the Jedi, and that suited his plans just fine.

 

With a flicker of pseudomotion, the Dark Lord left the Memorial Resort behind, perhaps never to return.

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Cadio nodded as he listened. It wasn't right that such a young woman was subject to proceedings of this nature and the fact that now she would be thrown into such a harsh galaxy without the slightest inkling of what to do was horribly disheartening. He wished that he could provide her with a career but due to her young age she wouldn't even be old enough to serve in the Galactic Alliance Defense Force. In fact, there wasn't much that a woman of her age would be allowed to do, at least not legally.

 

"Well, perhaps I can help you with the immediate future. Would you care to join me for a drink in celebration of this historic day?"

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Raven felt like a giant weight was lifted off her thin shoulders. Cadio, the man she had recently tried to kill was to help her. Things couldn't have turned out any better.

 

Yet, she still felt crushed by what lay ahead. Her life was not in her hands, it had never been, and now her entire life depended on him. And there was nothing she could do about it. Her shoulders sagged wearily. And she could feel warm tears tracing their way down her pale cheeks. She felt completely defeated. Her and Aira had helped save the lives of millions, and secured a lasting peace. She was overwhelmed by the weight of the live that had been lost. She had commanded men to their deaths...and she didn't even remember their names.

 

She sniffled and saluted Cadio. "I would love to get something to drink."

 

She thought for a moment as they stood. "Heh, I am afraid I will have to order something carbonated...not alcoholic." She laughed through her tears at the irony. She could coordinate the coming together of two warring states, yet not drink.

 

She smiled wistfully, "Lead the way good sir, I am afraid I can't even legally drive a shuttle." Needless to say it felt good to drop the persona of a soldier. And take back up the lost innocence of her youth. Even if that meant catching rides with friends.

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Even though by the lack of many of the senior dignitaries the meeting was clearly over Gren's flight of E-Wings landed smoothly in the hangar bay. Leaping from his ship he made his way through the facility. Tapping on his datapad all the time trying to find someone from the Republic or the Jedi to talk to. Mother following unobtrusively in his wake. Eyeing everyone beligerently (What a strange droid!) Starlisk would be best but records indicated he'd left already. That being the case Cadio would be a good person to find.

 

And find Cadio Gren did.

 

"Cadio!"

 

Gren called out. Approaching his long-time... Friend? Rival? Associate? Well whilst they'd never had much contact they'd always been on good terms. And they were both on the same side. They'd even nearly been on a few missions together and had fought in a few battles.

 

"Long time no see old buddy. How are you doing? And what happened here? More importanly mate. What happens now?"

 

Though technically Cadio was a superior formalities only really applied in the barracks and command situations. That and Gren had only ever called Onderin Sir. Cadio had been side-by-side with Gren ever since they'd been recruits.

 

"And Mother... Stop looking at the girl. She's too young. Man where did I pick up such a pervert of a droid. Honestly. YOu'd think AI would develop... Subtlety."

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Cadio smiled at Raven's words. How one so young, so innocent, could even be present at an event like this astounded him. She deserved better. She had worked so hard, done a duty that men twice, even thrice, her age had neglected and she had done it without any thought of reward. She understood peace, and not the idea of peace that many of his cohorts attempted to present, but true peace, a peace that would last for generations to come.

 

He gently took ahold of her small hand and led her out of the conference room. It wasn't intended as an erotic gesture, though it might have come across that way. As the two were walking the intricately decorated hall, Cadio heard a yell echoing down the corridor.

 

"Cadio!"

 

Cadio turned and stared, seeing the face of a man he had not seen in many years. Gren had seemingly fallen off the face of the earth after the mission on Manaan, but apparently he had resurfaced somewhere along the line.

 

"Long time no see old buddy. How are you doing? And what happened here? More importanly mate. What happens now?"

 

Cadio smiled and nodded.

 

"Well, I guess you could say that the events that transpired here have created a new galaxy. We've taken the Republic and the Empire and transformed them into the new Galactic Alliance, a government that can begin on a foundation of peace and justice in order for it to flourish under its newly elected leaders.

 

As for what happens now? I'd say that now, we celebrate."

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Raven smiled at the hand offered, and grabbed it with her own small black gloved hand. She giggled slightly, wiping away the tears that had streaked her pale skin with the back of her dark grey sleeve. She adjusted her Imperial captain's uniform with her other free hand. She smiled up to Cadio. She was content. And with what could be her only caring friend in the whole galaxy. Her entire future would be held within his hands, she was sure of it. She wanted to thank him for his kindness, but another hug at this point would be a little strange. And she had no clue haw it would be interpreted.

 

"Cadio!"

 

A man and his strange droid came pelting down the corridor. Cadio met the man as old friends, and that was good enough for Raven. No doubt he was another Rebellion supporter ... So she hoped her Imperial uniform wouldn't set him on edge. No matter now. There she was, and she hung back for a bit, engaged in a staring contest with the droid's optical interface. Awkward, so very awkward. She let go of Cadio's hand, and curtsied to the new man. It was best to be a nice and formal as possible, So she extended her left hand to shake. The servos whirring from her shoulder socket.

 

"Pleased to meet you sir, I am Raven, former captain of the Imperial Fleet."

 

Which was true for the most part, she had been captain for the couple days required to hammer out the truce with Aira. None the less, it had been her position, and she was a little proud about it. A little. He was a friend of Cadio's so she would be happy to be his friend too, though she had no clue who he was.

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Gren felt a little... Punchdrunk. To be fair he hadn't really expected the Empire to agree to a truce and then to a galactic merger that would change the very fabric of galactic politics, to be fairer he had expected the Sith to use any kind of a peace agreement to spread suffering as far and wide as possible. That being said Gren still fully expected a few of the Sith to do exactly that.

 

"Cadio. You know I remember the day I joined the Alliance. It was only a little while after you. I didn't think I would ever live to see the war over. Certainly not with all that happened inbetween too. I guess congratulations are in order for what you've achieved here. It truely is epic."

 

Looking too his droid... Who was now poking holes in the wall for some odd reason. Guess he got bored of staring at women and thought vandalism was a better use of his time. He turned back to the two in front of him. Taking the time to properly assess the girl. Her words didn't quite match up. She looked young. Very young. A teenager even. Human? With those eyes? Maybe. Weird but maybe. An Imperial Captain? Mental shrug. He had been promoted to Captain at seventeen shortly after his first battle. If he could do it then so could others... But she looked so young! Either way it was obvious she was friends with Cadio and that made her alright by his books... Or datapads anyway. Reaching over he shook the girls... Droid hand? Bowing slightly. Felt a bit weird. No-one usually curtsied to him so he was out of practise. Good firm grip though. Droid-like even.

 

"Please to meet you Raven. Gren Sairdonga. Republic General... Former Republic General now I guess. Must be back to good old Gren Sairdonga, Antarian Ranger. And any friend of Cadio's is a friend of mine."

 

His commlink beeped. Checking it briefly he saw it was from the slicer. Hopefully he'd found the Ranger who had been trying to track him down. It would give him something to do now that the war was over anyway. He wanted a little time to reassess before he started training in the force again. Last time had been a mistake that had almost cost him his life. This time he'd do it right.

 

"Well Cadio. A galaxy at peace doesn't need an old wardog like me... Not that I feel old. Did I ever thank you for researching those nanites old mate bit my nose off for? They really are good at making me feel young again.. Look it too. I mean c'mon? Do I look nearly forty? Some girl at the Last Call said I looked barely twenty... She may have been trying to get a lift off-planet though. Either way the point is I'm going off grid for a while... Again. I've been fighting since I was old enough to walk and now I may just go back to Toprawa and see what I can find of my old self before the Rangers took me there. Even got a good lead on it. Still don't really remember it all from that Vjun thing."

 

Looking down briefly... Goodbyes really weren't his thing he pulled a datapad out of his pocket.

 

"If you ever need anything. I mean anything. This datapad has how to contact me on it. Its not direct... But any messages you send through the people in there will go to me or Mother here eventually. Go enjoy your celebrations mate. You earnt it. Someone has to keep the watch. And thats what Sentinels do. Maybe I'll stop briefly by wherever the Jedi are these days and track Onderin down. He probably wants to dress me down for being in a coma for almost a year."

 

Holding out the datapad for Cadio he tried to assess the moroseness he was feeling. The war was over. He should be overjoyed. Yet instead he felt like his best friend had died. Silly talk considering Colan was sitting in his fighter in the hanger probably bored as guano trying to entice some techs into gambling. Yet here he was and it was all over. A life-time later and the only life he'd ever known done.

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There were two men who both made their exit at the same time. Both men walked in lock step even though they had nothing to do with each other. Having worked, fought and, lived on opposite sides of the war, it was strange to see the two exit together.

 

The first was a former Emperor of the galaxy. A man who was once a stormtrooper and now out of a job. His departure was marked the same way his rise to power had been. With very little fuss or fanfare.

 

The other was a Jedi master. He also left with very little fuss or fan fare. Of course his departure took many different stops along the way as even in a time of peace, he rather not be followed. Yet it was important to note that as both men left, it seemed each one began a path of healing. The scars of wars of war being massaged away by the warm feeling of safety. Each man had fought for what he had saw as the greater good. Now each man's war was done and it was time to find a new path. So they left.

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It was strange to talk to Gren as a friend rather than a comrade now. He was correct that neither of them had expected to see the end of the war in their lifetime. The galaxy had been locked in this war since both of them were small children and it had finally come to a conclusion. It was...refreshing. He took the datapad that Gren offered and smiled at him.

 

"I'm not sure what you've gotten yourself into," he said with a chuckle. "I'm sure that I'll be calling on you before too long. Even with this reformation of galactic politics I'm not sure who I can trust. This is going to be a long and hard battle on a different platform but I know that we can iron anything we need to out. The fact that we were all able to meet here and no one died speaks highly of all of those involved."

 

Cadio felt his eyes begin to water just slightly. He wasn't sure if anyone would even notice because it was almost unnoticeable and he wasn't even sure why it was happening. Gren had been a good friend but they hadn't ever really bonded. Perhaps it was just the emotional stress of wondering what the next step was. He bit the tears back and smiled, extending his hand to the man.

 

"Thank you for everything you've done for me. I'm sure that our paths will cross again."

 

After the goodbye Cadio extended his arm to Raven as if to escort her the rest of the way to the bar.

 

"Shall we?"

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Gren couldn't help but grin. It was his signiature persona, the happy grinning pilot. It had been a bright spark in dark days. Here most of all it was an image of confidence of for the future. Regardless of how he really felt. Cadio and him had formed whilst not the close friendship he had with Col or Al or any of the other Sentinels. But they'd worked together for.... A very long time. It was safe to say they were friends and comrades in arms. In a word. They were mates.

 

With a wry chuckle Gren reached out and shook the proferred hand.

 

"It was an honor to serve with you Cadio. You are a credit to humanity. The galaxy will be a better place with people like you in the picture. Now I'd better go before I get all emotional. If the Empire see me cry they're realise that I'm human after all and they really could have won the war... I'll see you on the other side mate."

 

Weak joke. But humor was better then depression. And he needed to find something to resist the slump. Nodding to the girl he met Cadio's eye again and passed a mental message. It was a simple message of trust that lasted but seconds, but it spoke volumes. Turning away he began walking back the way he'd come.

 

"Come Mother. We have some ground to make. Stop poking holes in things and get back in your storage compartment you metallic rodent."

 

"I should point out that your statement is incorrect old bean. I am desgined on a distinctly humanoid structure. I lack the classical tales and whiskers of rodents. Beady eyes too. Mine are a much more demure glowing red."

 

"Demure? You call glowing red and ogling women demure? I've met stormtroopers with subtlety than you!"

 

"Subtlety? I shall have you know the subtlety is one of the key tenets of my - Incoming message. Key notes are that a bomb has exploded on Gala, killing a large number of personnel and destroying the main hangar."

 

Gren froze. Bomb on Gala? Maybe nothing happened here because the Empire wanted to strike there whilst the Republic wasn't looking... But it wasn't his problem anymore. He was a civillian now. His conversation with Cadio had confirmed that. But those men and women had relied on the brass to see the war end so they could return to their families. Now they were dead... If he wouldn't look out for people who had lived and breathed his life with him then what kind of man was he?

 

"Not the kind who'll stand by that. Subtle indeed you tin can. Contact Colan. Tell him to prep the ships we'll go to Gala before Corellia I want to investigate this myself."

 

With that he broke into a run. Careless of who stared and who questioned. A few short minutes later his flight of E-Wings blasted off for Gala. A furious race underway.

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Raven smiled grimly at Gren's retreating form. Raven thought him a rather nice man, obviously he had held a high rank within the Rebel Alliance. If he had served in the same theatre as her, Raven was quite sure they would have squared off in combat at somew point. He seemed to be in good fighting order. Yet there was something vastly different about him ... That was vastly different than Cadio, to her eyes he had a restless spirit. A soul, and a man that would never truly be at peace. One who would rush from conflict to conflict seeking after the next evil foe. Such a man was dangerous to friend and foe alike, for such ruthless determination would end him in an early grave, potentially dooming a squad. A fighting spirit would also be ruinous to the household. Gren reminded her too much of her father. Though she doubted it was in Gren's character to beat up a little daughter who posed no threat other than getting in the way of the whiskey.

 

Oh well, now was not the time to think of her father. It was a joyous time of drinking with friends, or friend. Minus the alcohol, for her at least. She took his hand again as they breezed into the bar filled with crewmen and marines from both sides. She smiled gleefully to Cadio, then looked to the bar keep, "I'll take what my friend is having!" She grinned again, squeezed Cadio's hand. The sudden urge to fly into his arms almost took her again. She blushed slightly, surely these feelings had to do with her abusive childhood? She had no real clue.

 

She looked into his sharp eyes and grinned widely.

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Cadio returned the young woman's grin, a twinkle evident in his eye. He turned to the bartender and ordered the two drinks. He remembered that Raven had mentioned her young age and the fact that she wasn't allowed to drink alcohol but he also took into account the occasion. She had said that she would have whatever he was having, and he was going to order an alcoholic drink to celebrate this day.

 

"We'll have two glasses of champagne, good sir."

 

The bartender proceeded to complete the order and handed the two glasses to Cadio. He passed one to his young friend and raised his glass.

 

"A toast, if you will, to peace and to everything that we have accomplished here today."

 

He moved his glass forward to clink it with hers before pulling the shimmering liquid to his lips and taking a drink.

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Raven took the alcoholic beverage from Cadio's hand, and smiled widely. Surely the giving of alcohol it a minor would never come back to haunt him, Raven would never tell. And it appeared that they were surrounded by other's drinking heavily, and plus...it was only Champaign. That wouldn't hurt anything! Though she had never had a drop of alcohol in her short life, this would be the day to have some. Though admittedly she was a bit afraid of it, what if this activated some gene relating to alcohol? Her father had proven himself a very capable, alcoholic, who was not afraid to beat his family senseless. Perhaps the drink would turn on some type of affliction...she couldn't be worried about it now anyways, Cadio would be expecting a return toast.

 

”œAye, for peace everlasting!”

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The peace summit wrapped up faster than Brina had expected. It seemed that the galaxy leaders truly were ready for peace. She had kept an eye on the proceedings but there was no violence, even when Faust stormed out. She shook her head in amazement. Well, this will be interesting for business, she thought. The good thing about war is that it makes the rich want to spend money on entertainment. The good thing about peace is that everyone wants to spend money on entertainment.

 

She actually thought the new resort would benefit greatly in this new galactic government situation and the economic policies that would go with it. Perhaps their security line might fall in profit a little, but then, one could never tell what the market would demand. It was the Link's goal to be ready to meet that demand when it came.

 

She rose and stretched. She would eventually return to the Casino, but for now, she was eager to finish her tour of the new resort. She left the security room, passing on some compliments to the staff on jobs well done as she did so.

 

As she wandered leisurely through the station, passing an open air lounge where a band was playing an old song.

 

Alderaan angel, won't you be mine?

 

She smiled. The band was good. She remembered a time--the only time she had ever convinced Kat to dance with her--that that song had played. It brought back some good memories. Her smile turned wistful, but she passed on with no ill humor. She had made peace with her memories of him, and had decided that it was finally time to move on.

 

The Link businesswoman continued on through the station.

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Cadio, having finished his first glass already, was in the process of ordering the mismatched pair another round when Raven grabbed his hand, asking if he wanted to dance. He smiled down at her petite frame and nodded.

 

"I would love to, but perhaps after we've finished our drinks."

 

He smiled and thanked the bartender when the man handed Cadio the freshly filled glasses. He passed one to the beautiful woman standing next to him and raised it in front of him.

 

"To new beginnings!"

 

Raven returned his toast and before he knew what was happening the duo was out on the dance floor with another empty glass staring at them from the bar.

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Another glass of the beverage slipped into her pale lips. The world was accented by happy feelings, the sorrows that had weighed her down for what seemed like ages were slowly lifted. She kept her hand on his as they drank, until they were in the group of bodies, dancing away their sorrows. They spun and twirled away the night. The colourful fabrics of the dress uniforms of both old governments being used and displayed for what would be the last time. Her black officer's uniform mixing with the whites and greys of Cadio's. The insignia on the empire in close contact with the insignia of the Rebel alliance as they waltzed in synch with the other officers of the line.

 

It would be a fleeting memory of the transition of powers, from individual powers, to the great alliance of the future. Where all the sins and sorrows of the past would be washed away. Unity, to a galaxy that had never seen it or had even dreamt of such a thing.

 

And now here they were, dancing the night away as their sorrows passed on. The last notes of music dwindled out into the applause of the audience. Then they were alone, for the bar was closing. Raven grabbed another two drinks and handed one to Cadio, as they made their way through the dimly lit corridors. She sipped again and stumbled against him her legs weakened by the substance in her small hand. Her head found his shoulder, and she was content, as they stumbled with the others.

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As the pair danced, Cadio found himself getting lost in his partner's eyes. He was extremely surprised to find that a girl raised in such atrocious conditions could perform such an elegant art so well. They twirled and spun across the dance floor, forgetting the late hour for a moment and simply enjoying each other's silent company. He could feel the alcohol in the back of his mind, speaking sweet nothings to him, whispering suggestions that his sober mind would never even entertain.

 

The final song ended and the band thanked its audience. Cadio escorted Raven out of the now-closed bar, a glass of champaign in both of their hands. He stumbled a bit, finally feeling the full effect of the booze that he had been consuming for the past few hours. Raven's head found his shoulder and when he looked down at her he saw nothing but contentment. It made him happy to know that he could bring her such joy.

 

Cadio finally found what he could only assume was his assigned suite. His keycard made the door open, so who was he to say that this wasn't his room? He stepped inside the door frame and turned to the beautiful woman in front of him, finishing his champaign before speaking.

 

"Well...I guess this is...goodnight. Unless, of course, you would like to come inside..."

 

He wasn't drunk enough for his speech to be slurring yet, but he could feel that his inhibitions were lowered. At this point he didn't care. All he wanted was to spend as much time with Raven as possible before this night had to end.

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Well that spoke doom in Raven's heart. She leaned against the doorpost and sighed. "I...."

 

She smiled weakly. "Thanks for the offer..."

 

Her eyes flashed a little bit, "I really appreciate it Cadio, but I think it would be a mistake. I wouldn't want to see a scandal of some type rock the galaxy."

 

She extended her hand and patted his cheek, "I...this night has been...great. This is the first memory I have of real fun. I am forever in your debt. Thank you for being such a good friend." She leaned a little heavier on the post. "I...I...I think I." She lowered her head. She couldn't speak the words.

 

"I will see you tomorrow, when the drink isn't effecting our minds. Perhaps we can go on a run tomorrow and see where life takes us?" She grinned and started off down the hall.

 

Her head turned so he could see one purple eye, "Thanks!"

 

The door slid shut and she walked alone down the corridor, she would see her best friend tomorrow, she was sure of it.

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OOC: Brina, please check your PM.

 

IC: The Mouth's unpolished, metallic spaceship exited hyperspace in Link airspace. The craft's desperate occupant felt no need to linger, but instead readied his communications array hastily, in order to send a transmission to the first possible respondent. He assumed that there was even a reasonable chance that the Link's defenses might open fire upon him. Hopefully it would not come to that.

 

When everything was in order, he slammed his withered hands down on the red button. His mouth tightened slightly at his own first words. ”œGreetings. My name is-”

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As she strolled, she discovered how very pleased she was with this project. Kat would be proud, she thought. This resort is a fitting tribute.

 

As she entered the next wing of the station, security pinged her comm. She frowned. The only reason for that would be if they were being approached by someone who security was concerned about. She hoped Faust hadn't decided to return. She turned her steps to the security and landing clearance sphere, her ID letting her pass all the secure doors inbetween. When she arrived, she was informed of the situation.

 

"Ma'am, we believe that the 'other guy' he mentioned is Sith Master Ar-Pharazon," her security chief told her.

 

Brina bit her lip. "Unfortunately, we have to let him aboard. Send an extra security detail down there in case he decides not to surrender his weapons. And...it might be a good idea to restrict him to the Force-less areas of the station, just in case. Give him a private wing and encourage him to stay there. We don't want him scaring off our other wealthy patrons."

 

She knew that Ar-Pharazon's abominations could never be underestimated. In truth, she was surprised that this one would be allowed to take time off for a vacation. She hadn't even thought they had much free will. It made her suspicious, but she knew she had little choice in the matter. It was also interesting that he had chosen to come here; she would have thought the Casino would be a more appropriate place for someone like this. But if he could pay, then it was his choice.

 

Curiosity drove her. "I'll be down there if you need me." She turned and headed towards the hanger as the Mouth was given clearance to land. She planned on staying in the background, but wanted to make sure everything went smoothly in person, much as she had done with Faust.

 

As she walked down, she forced herself to bite back the memories of what Ar-Pharazon had done to Zara. Strangely enough, that had always bothered her more than the fact that he had vented her out of an airlock. While this is his servant, the servant is not the master. Despite that however, she had heard that this Mouth was a disgusting creature.

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The ominous spacecraft of the Mouth of Ar-Pharazon slowed up as it came to rest in the resort's docking bay.

 

Muttering under his caustic breath, the foul Mouth dressed hurriedly. He would not put it past any of the Link's security staff to find some excuse to come bulling inside his ship. He ripped the sigil of Ar-Pharazon from his black cloak too. It was hard to do, but he figured it would make things far easier once he met with the facility's host.

 

Hastily thumbing through a small printed file, the Mouth looked at various descriptions of how Ar-Pharazon had interacted with the Link and its members. His master had even sent henchmen to harass the establishment in the past. Cephi and Kulan Tith were about as subtle as a kick to the teeth. And it seemed that both of the main proprietors had been personally assaulted by Ar-Pharazon at one point or another. Even murdered. Zara Nargal had even issued hunters to track him, albeit unsuccessfully.

 

The Mouth considered turning his ship around and setting a course for Coruscant. It would probably prove safer, but his worn skin prickled at the thought of running away. He had had more than enough awkward encounters running errands and delivering messages for a galactic super villain. He hated running and it seemed that he was growing more accustomed to it. ”œNo!”

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The man--or monster--was nothing less than Brina expected, but was still vile enough to make her grimace. She stood in the background as a security person approached the Mouth. "Welcome to the Kat Nargal Memorial Resort," he said. He hesitated, then offered up the small complementary gift basket that all patrons received. It contained mostly lotions, bubble bath, and various sweets, and somehow the employee couldn't see the Mouth using any of it.

 

"You have been assigned suite 522a in beta wing, one of our Force-free zones. You are free to visit in alpha or beta wings, but we ask that you restrict yourself to those two areas." Brina had issued those orders personally, knowing that no one was left in alpha wing save for the remnants of the Imperial-Republic delegation, and those would not mind the Mouth's presence.

 

"Enjoy your stay at the KNM Resort, and if there is anything we can help you with, just say the word," the man finished. "If you'll just step over to our security station to deposit your weapons and pass through our scanners, you will be free to go."

 

The Mouth was ushered over, where he was to turn over all weapons and pass through the scanner before being allowed into the resort proper.

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