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Mike puts his stylus to the flimsiplast and scribbles down his signature.

 

"Protection, right. And the Shadow Strike is working beautifully, thank you."

 

He turned on his heel, the trenchcoat swishing around behind him as he left the large building, heading towards his ship.

 

Upon reaching the ship, he noticed that there were two large crates sitting in his cargo hold.

 

Satisfied with the delivery, he walked into the cockpit and fired up the engines, lifting the ship of the ground and blasting into space. His next stop would be Borleias, to 'protect' the Jedi.

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A pair of Transports, unidentified, using Imperial codes and flying the colors of the Admiral, landed on a public hangar used by the CEC. The arrogant military man who exited stood at a mere 5'7" and if it wasn't for the other five-hundred Storm Troopers that exited alongside him, he would have been a total pushover.

 

The arrogant Colonel turned towards a particular Engineer who was out on break, "Sir, the Admiral sends his regards and commends the CEC and Lord Corelli on a fine pair of vessels. He also regrets having to commandeer them, but, in such dark times for the Empire as to be surrounded by a veil of spectres from within and without. Well, I am sure, Lord Kheldar understands. Of course, appropriate government kickbacks, tax breaks and the like will occur in due time. Once again, we apologize for the inconvenience. Good day."

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--Holo to the Rebel Alliance--

*Raiden's ass appeared on the monitors again, only this time with a smiley face drawn on it.*

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The outer space construction team for the CEC watches with ill surpressed rage as the Imperials, using their skeleton crew, prepare to take the republic class SDs into hyperspace.

 

As the golans are firing up, and the eingeers prepare to undue their handiwork with the push of a button, activating an emergency override for the self-destruct sequence, an emergency comm from Kheldar himself arrives on a secure and encrypted channel.

 

This is Kheldar. Do NOT under any circumstances hinder those Imperials. Repeat: Let them take the ships. We do not want a war with the Empire in Corellia. Their actions are legal and we will be receiving compensation in due time. The Empire is about to rout the rebellion and we need to show our support for the lawful and orderly government of the galaxy. We're a business, ladies and gentlemen, and cannot afford to let partisanship or seizures get the way of our profit margins.

 

The comm ended, the atmosphere at KVC Enterprises HQ and the CEC is downcast. Many employees in the free Corellia system hoped for an end to the conflict. A scant and trusted few, hand picked by KVC for his reliableness are even more morose than their comrades, knowing how only a slight delay and unfortunate attack cost the rebels their chance to take Coruscant and restore true law and justice to the galaxy.

 

In the mean time, a new flood of orders set on delay or backlog pour forth, filling requests and shipments for the Empire and its allies. Its wily owner was forced to quietly admit defeat, lean close, prop up and wait for some future time to avenge the wrongs done in the name of the New Order, starting by reconsolidating its still strong position within the Empire's commercial framework as an aid to the Imperial junta ruling in Palpatine's name. What could be salvaged would, and other loose ends, would be discarded and let go as the company marched forward in its outward pursuit of the almight credit.

 

It was once again business as usual at KVC Enterprises.

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[Associate of the Illinois Mafia since March 2002.]

[2nd in Command of the Lords of Hate since March 2002.]

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The arrogant Colonel ordered his men to board the vessels, noting the rather harsh glares from the overworked Engineers. Pity for them, too bad, Corporate kickbacks are only for the top tiers.

 

The Transports took hold and clamped onto the two Republic Star Destroyers. The rather limited skeleton crews vanished in direction of Trulalis to regroup with the rest of the Imperial vessels.

 

Meanwhile, on KVC's desk, a private and undisclosed Bank Account begins to dump money into the Corporate Account listed under KVC Enterprises and another percentage into one marked Corelli College Fund. A note is downloaded aside from it,

 

From his Admiralty, and you were afraid for the kids.

 

With that the two SDs blast off into Hyperspace leaving the Corellian Engineer and Monarch to his business...

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--Holo to the Rebel Alliance--

*Raiden's ass appeared on the monitors again, only this time with a smiley face drawn on it.*

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The Imperials, lead by their bloated Colonel, had failed to notice the small, yet powerful craft lurking in proximity to their dubiously-acquired prizes. The co-ordinates that had been provided in the original comm order were implanted into the vessel, and with its computer systems in full gear, the craft beat a quick path into hyperspace.

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-- Untraceable, encrypted Comm to KVC Enterprises --

 

Lord Kheldar vos Corelli,

 

Lord Kabal Daisaku sends his regards and would like to make an appointment with you regarding the design of a personal ship.

 

Awaiting your reply.

 

Ki Vastor,

secretary to Kabal Daisaku

Black Sun.

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Kheldar pops back into the bar, giving Ki a startled look.

 

"Wait a second.... Weren't you just here and- Oh, wait, nevermind. For some reason I'm getting deja vu..."

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Two memos exchanged from between the Last Call and CEC on highest level encryption and security:

 

From VP R. Kail to CEO Kheldar vos Correlli:

 

Here are the files requested.

 

 

KVC Correlli-Custom Ship Database:

 

((Note that all ships listed below, save the the Lady Indescretion which is pending, have all received mod approval at their creation))

 

Name: Silk Road

Model: CC-SR 1 (Correlli Custom Silk Road)

Class: Freighter

Length: 88 meters

 

Manufacturer: Custom Design by KVC

Designer: Kheldar vos Correlli

Owner: Kheldar vos Correlli

 

Armaments: 4 Concussion Missile Launchers configured for diamond boron missiles, 4 quad laser cannons, and 2 turbo lasers. There is a small claw that can be used to obtain scrap, but can also function as a grappler arm and debilitate ships.

 

Anti-Personnel Defense: Sensored laser traps in the cargo bays, bridge, conference room. Bioscan for bedroom and entrances to ship. Sensors equipped to detect homing beacons and other devices implanted on the ship.

 

Modifications: Molecularly bonded armor, reinforced shields for regular and ion based attacks, HIMS Anti Gravwell system, the fastest known sub-light and hyperspace engines in the galaxy, and carrying three small escape pods with hyperdrive capabilities. Ysalmari are now lined into the ships walls to make it a force free environment.

 

Interior: Consists of a bridge/piloting area, four cargo bay areas, a conference room with holographic image displays, and sleeping quarters.

 

Crew: In addition to the pilot, the ship is staffed by four YVH-1 droids for security, two R2s for maintenance, 6 deep space salvaging droids, two medical droids, and finally Cyrion, Kheldar's modified C 3.1 protocol droid who in addition to protocol, has the combat functions of a dark trooper. The droids are typically in storage save for the R2s, but can be called up at a moment's notice. Conference room can hold a dozen people, bridge area four, and the twin sleep quarters two couples.

 

Appearance: The CC-SR 1 model craft is appears as a very long, narrow, and graceful golden freighter. Engines are somewhat pronounced, but heavily guarded. The interior is more befitting to a palace with carpeted floors and paneled walls. All in all, a mix of luxury, grace, and hidden power.

 

Name: Lady Indescretion

Model: CC-SR 2

Class: Frieghter

Lenght: 35 meters

 

Manufacturer: Custom Design by KVC

Designer: Kheldar vos Correlli

Owner: Kabal Daisaku

 

Armaments: 4 Concussion Missile Launchers configured for diamond boron missiles, 4 quad laser cannons, and 2 ion cannons, and a small tractor beam.

 

Anti-Personnel Defense: Sensored laser traps in the entrances, bridge, conference room, and bedroom. Bioscan for bedroom and entrances to ship. Sensors equipped to detect homing beacons and other devices implanted on the ship.

 

Modifications: Military grade armor, reinforced shields for regular and ion based attacks, HIMS Anti Gravwell system, Kheldar's trademark fast hyperspace and sub-light engines, capable of outpacing even capital ships. Ysalmari are lined into the ships walls to make it a force free environment.

 

Interior: Consists of a bridge area, 2 cargo areas in the back of the ship, a holding cell, concealed panels in the hallways for hiding people/persons, a conference room with holographic image displays, and sleeping quarters (the last holding special sound proofing so you can be discrete when needed).

 

Crew: The ship is able to comfortably accommodate up to about 20 people in extended flight through conversion of the cargo areas (which can be turned into a ballroom area should the need arise). It can also host at one time up to 40 guests should you need to entertain people on the ship.

 

Appearance: Like the CC-SR 1, but smaller in some ways, the CC-SR 2 model craft is appears as a broad and round, leaf shaped silver craft. Engines are heavily guarded in the back, but are obviously identifiable. The interior is very rich, holding carpeting and decorated walls akin to a well to do mansion on Coruscant.

 

Designer's Note: The overall ship design is based on my own personal ship- the CC-SR 1, also known at the Silk Road, though scaled down a bit for reasons of practicality. The end result of this engineering process is a very powerful ship design capable of easily handing, outrunning, outmaneuvering even a Corellian Corvette or comparable warship of non-capital class (and if you didn't have to worry about the constant stream of TIEs and other support ships, you have an 90.26% chance of being able to take down an Imperial star destroyer in a purely one on one fight). This arguably might outstrip most of my other works, save for my own ship which is constantly undergoing modification and tinkering, and possibly Faust's CC-BT 2 which has my old friend's cybernetic link to enhance its power. Kakuto Ryu's CC-NE-O1 is a whole different matter since the living ship is attuned to the force and amplifies Kakuto's powers while inside it, but I would place my money on the CC-SR 2.

 

Because it is based off my own ship, some of the technology and design components are exceedingly complex and is sadly far beyond the scope of even my most talented engineers. While I should take pride in that, the fact remains if the ship suffers serious damage, there is a fair chance I will be the only one able to repair it.

 

With a skilled hand piloting the controls you will be feared or revered with to the CC-SR 2's power. Your ship will be one of the best in the galaxy, so use it well and use it wisely.

 

Name: The Stalker

Model: CC-MI 1 (Correlli Custom Mercenary Infiltrator)

Class: Infiltrator

Length: 11.5 Meters

 

Manufacturer: KVC Enterprises and Corellian Engineering Corporation

Designer: Kheldar vos Correlli

Owner: Jango Shanks

 

Defenses: Low powered shields (see below), Enhanced engines and maneuverability.

 

Weapons: Twin laser and ion cannons, ion dispersal ray

 

Special Defenses: Long range scanners with jammer and feedback option, used for bypassing detection via scanner- as well as tapping all but the most secured comms. The ship has a special hologram projector to either make duplicates of the ship appear on visual (which can be lethal when an opponent's scanners don't work), or provided a limited chameleon effect- allowing it to look like another ship unless under the scrutiny of close scanners. The ion dispersal ray is set to give off false jump signatures, making the ship nearly impossible to track down.

 

Special features: Very fast sub-light and hyperdrive for evasion purposes. The ship's scanner system can be easily tweaked to allow the ID tags on the computer to give off a series of unidentifiable forged ship registrations (of course this is highly illegal and there is no way KVC or his company can condone such action. If someone wishes to do this heinous act, it is at their own discretion). Finally a remote summons linked to the owner's brain allows the owner to summon the ship to him at will. Built into the ship's hull is a special sealed compartment containing a nutrient grid and feeding tubes for the grid should a ysalmari be outfitted inside to project the whole ship from force use (ysalmari is not included and must be purchased through KVC Enterprises or obtained on Myrkr). Per usual with all new CEC ships, the HIMS anti grav well system is included.

 

Appearance- Very flat, like a leaf shaped arrow head. The ship's color is a polished, reflective metallic sheen to aid in it's secondary defense.

 

Designers comments: The ship is very fast and maneuverable with an emphasis on stealth. It is not designed for interstellar combat, but rather evading encounters and fast, discreet conveyance. The engines and shields are on a special frequency to aid in this. With all this however, there is a massive drain on the ship's tiny engines and they must be constantly refueled- even more so if the hologram projector is used. Keep in mind the hologram is NOT a cloak and NOT foolproof: they will know a small ship is out there, just not if it's yours at first. If you face a difficult situation: run. Keep in mind this is a working prototype (I've been busy with the kids and Ame) and there may be a few hiccups. Also a final word of warning- some of the communications and scanning hardware is unusually powerful per request, but don't use it to do anything that might be illegal (( )).

 

Name: Grave Breaker

Model: CC-GB 1 (Correlli Custom Grave Breaker 1)

Class: Pirate

Length: 50 meters

 

Manufacturer: KVC Enterprises and Corellian Engineering Corporation

Designer: Kheldar vos Correlli

Owner: Ronin Wartide

 

Weaponry: 2 Quad Laser Cannons, 2 Ion cannons, 3 sets of homing missile launchers, 1 tractor beam projector. Electromag harpoons with EMP bursts. A mechanical arm for grasping/grabbing ships and cargo.

 

Defenses: Reinforced shields with extra protection from conventional weapons and minimal shielding against Ion/EMP attacks.

 

Modifications: The whole ship is a custom job, designed by KVC himself and vaguely based on cross between the SoroSuub Personal Luxury Yacht 3000 and the Telgorn Corps. Gamma Class Assault Shuttle, looking like the former in streamlined design and the latter in function. The main thrust is for mobility and speed. The engines are top of the line, the design made by Kheldar and similar the one's in his own personal ship. They offer some of the fastest known sub-light speeds and reliability. There are 2 sets of sub-light engines, in the extreme front and rear of the ship. The actual cockpit is located center of the ship, fed in by a series of holodisplays, capturing info from outside the ship. In a worst case scenario, the cockpit, a small reinforced sphere about 3 meters in diameter, is capable of doubling as an escape pod. The screen for the "cockpit" in the front of the ship conceals one such sensor. The actual front of the ship houses a reinforced bulkhead to protect the front sub-light engines and a set of homing missile launchers which come out behind the "cockpit" window. Special harpoons are fixtured with electromag features. The ends also have the ability to unleash EMP bursts to disable the ships after they are latched on and at the same time, remain fixed to the ships. Like all new CEC craft, the ship's equipped with the HIMS anti gravwell system. The ship is incredibly fast and maneuverable, able to carry a fair amount of cargo.

 

Appearance: The Grave Breaker is dark red with black accents. All in all, very sleek and very efficient in design. The ship manages to combine the looks of the PLY 3,000 with the Gamma Class shuttle and still take on a vaguely CEC feel. The mechanical arm folds out from under the ship to allow a more streamlined appearance.

 

Anti personnel defenses: Reinforced durasteel doors. Bioscans at the main entry/cargo points, and automated laser traps.

 

 

Name: Atropos

Model: CC-BT 1 (Correlli Custom B-Type I)

Type: Anti Personnel pursuit ship and fighter

Length: 13 meters

 

Manufacturer: Custom built by KVC

Designer: Kheldar vos Correlli

Owner: Malin Kyrell

 

Armaments: 2 twin laser cannons, 2 ion cannons, 2 proton torpedo launchers

 

Defenses: Military grade durasteel hull and shields.

 

History: KVC's first custom ship and prototype model. Sold at auction on Tatooine to pay for his first freighter ship- The Drake's Revenge. The ship went through a series of owners before it ended up in Kyrell's hands, who is unaware of the ship's pedigree.

 

Side Note: It is actually something of a surprise how this ship was built. According to the story given by Kheldar one night at the Last Call when he was blitzed (this was long before he even met his current wife), he said he built the CC-BT 1 on a bet (also made when he was blitzed). The ship was designed to be piloted by Kheldar himself in a duel against Boba Fett's infamous Slave 1, piloted by the deadly hunter himself. When Kheldar sobered up and realized what he agreed to, he launched into a frenzied pace trying to come up with a ship that would allow him to survive the encounter. Designed as a fast, speedy vessel that packed a punch, Kheldar had his break through in building the ship's engines for dramatically increase output and maneuverability, as well as improved offense and defense capablities as far as the ship's guns and shields were concerned. Before the day of the duel arrived, Luke Skywalker chose to free Han Solo from Jabba's clutches and subsequently put Boba Fett out of action.

 

At that point Kheldar maintained he could have won the duel hands down, though previous odds on the fight collected at the Mos Eisley cantina placed the odds of Kheldar winning at about one in ten. To that Kheldar drunkely replied, ”œEh, the fools had no frick'en idea at how brilliant my design was. Masserful design... ”˜course I'm a helluva lot of a better pilot now, then I was then... Ya' know, actually, there wuz something ”˜bout that ship that mighta made even betta ”˜en my own. You see, I...”

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The monarch of madness has returned!

 

[Associate of the Illinois Mafia since March 2002.]

[2nd in Command of the Lords of Hate since March 2002.]

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-- Untraceable, encrypted Comm to KVC Enterprises --

 

Lord Kheldar vos Corelli,

 

Lord Kabal Daisaku sends his regards and would like to know if production of the Lady Indescretion have been completed and where he is to pick her up from.

 

Awaiting your reply.

 

Ki Vastor,

secretary to Kabal Daisaku

Black Sun.

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Kheldar pops back into the bar, giving Ki a startled look.

 

"Wait a second.... Weren't you just here and- Oh, wait, nevermind. For some reason I'm getting deja vu..."

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Emerging from hyperspace over Corellia in Reagan's ship and with the Bhelliom trailing just behind vis a vie remote, Faust brings the ships into the planet's atmosphere, turning to Reagan.

 

"Take it from here, luv," Faust says, relaxing for the first time in what felt like weeks, reclining in his seat. "Ah, beautiful Corellia. Good times and good memories," he comments, looking out the bridge's viewport. "Sandy beaches, rolling meadows, and of course some of my best employers and bounty heads... what's not to ask for?" He punctuates the question, putting an arm around Reagan. "Present company excluded of course."

In Italy for thirty years under the Borgias they had warfare, terror, murder, bloodshed - but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, and the Renaissance. In Switzerland they had brotherly love, 500 years of democracy and peace, and what did that produce? The cuckoo clock.

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Reagan took the controls and threw the ship into high speed. She weaved the ship in and out and through the atmosphere until they saw a open field away from the city. Suddenly the ground opened up and she brought the ship to settle above the opening and lowed the ship into the hole...or what seemed to be a hole but was actually a ship hanger. The ground closed over the ships as it lowered itself in.

 

They left Reagan's ship and checked on Faust's and after verifying that everthing was fine and locked down, they started through the tunnels in a speeder that was parked. After more then a few klicks, they came out of the tunnel into the sunlight and started over the terrain towards Reagan's home.

 

As they came to it, Faust could see the huge house seated in the middle of a beautiful landscape and Reagan turned to Faust..."Well, what do you think?" She pulled up infront of the house and got out.

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"Impressive facilities," Faust notes upon landing. During the check down of his ship, he carefully removes his body armor, folding it into a sack which he tosses in the back seat of the pod, wearing a white button down shirt underneath with a pressed collar, white khakis, and of course his white trench coat with its usual array of weapons tucked inside. For all appearances, Faust looks like a normal, average human being, and no indication of his deadly status as a bounty hunter remains.

 

Even his cold, icy blue eyes are peculiarly soft.

 

Taking the passanger seat of the pod, Faust grins as they speed on through the pastoral Corellian landscape, feeling the breeze brush against his face and blow back his short cut, thin blond hair. Amid this, Faust glances over at Reagan.

 

She does look beautiful today.

 

They reach the house and Faust hops out, gathering his belongings out of the back. A small pang passes through him. Growing up in that hell that was his homeworld, war-torn and seeped in death, survival meant staying mobile, adjusting to spartan conditions, and always staying alert. Though he maintained his penthouse suite on Coruscant as a Mr. Mort Skywalker, he never stayed there long, usually traveling the galaxy in his Bhelliom.

 

"It's larger than I expected," Faust comments in a neutral tone. "It always amazes me though," he adds, almost whistfully, "how people invest so much time in a house, when one's home travels with you. Though," he continues, "I suppose people do need someplace they can retreat and settle down to eventually, and that they can call their own."

In Italy for thirty years under the Borgias they had warfare, terror, murder, bloodshed - but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, and the Renaissance. In Switzerland they had brotherly love, 500 years of democracy and peace, and what did that produce? The cuckoo clock.

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Reagan got out of the drivers side of the speeder and walked to the door of the house. Ushering Faust in, she stood there and looked at her home...everything was in its place and the house was freshly cleaned.

 

The livingroom was huge with cathedral ceiling, a crystal chandaleir hung in the center spraying rainbows over the room from the sunlight hitting the crystals.

 

Going into the Kitchen, she pulled out some fresh fruits and salad for them to eat. And looked at Faust...

 

"It pays to hire good help. I may not be here much, but I make sure that it is always stocked well. Come sit down and have something good. I get so tired of bar food all the time. And the food processors on the ships just don't do justice to fresh fruit and salad. After we eat, we can get washed and changed and relax...Hell, you can put some of that baaa...errr, classic music you like so much. I am sure that we can think of some other stuff to do after we get freshened up."

 

She looked him up and down...God, he looks good enough to eat...you would never think he was such a scary guy to almost everyone that he came across.

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Faust helps himself to the food, taking a seat. "You have no idea how appreciated this is, I've been eating soldiers rations with the rebellion for far too long, though," he admits, "SEED, when they were based at Sanity's End, actually was decent enough in that area." Faust finishes eating, then glances over. "Though what really sounds good later," he adds with a laugh, "is a nice, rare steak, bloody and dripping. I haven't had one of those in ages."

 

Faust loosens his collar, leaning back against a counter as he talks to Reagan. "There's all kinds of opera you know," Faust states, "so don't be so hasty to dismiss it as bad. There's some techno remixes by a Coruscant band that you might enjoy." Faust reaches down, pulling out a small disc out of his travel gear and tosses it to Reagan. "It's a famed Corellian operetta, redone by the Stormtroopers Silver. It has a nice rhythm to it and is one of my personal favorites. I was introduced to them when they hired me to "renegotiate" their contract with the head of a large record comapny." Faust grins as he remembers that job. They had adiquate security- just about enough to make it a potential challenge. After holding the executive out of a window by his ankle several miles above the surface, renegotiations went rather smoothly.

 

He notices Reagan viewing him up and down and turns from his profile to face her, flexing his muslces slightly. "See something you like?" he inquires in a sweet, yet challenging tone, flashing his teeth in a broad smile. "Don't worry luv, I think we can find some nice ways to relax after this." As he speaks, he places an arm around Reagan's shoulders, his eyes glittering with mischief and a loving hunger than has nothing to do with food.

In Italy for thirty years under the Borgias they had warfare, terror, murder, bloodshed - but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, and the Renaissance. In Switzerland they had brotherly love, 500 years of democracy and peace, and what did that produce? The cuckoo clock.

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The deep space has always been a cold place but it is the first time I realize it. My breath is nearly freezing my eyes close. I hate this ship, almost as much as I now hate the correlian run. I know it all too well, having grown along its thin line. It did not take long for me to get lost in the twinkling in the window.

 

The ship dropped me off, and didn't turn around, but watched me walk the long way down, past the glow of the town like a setting sun, alive with electric light. I had been down this road so many time, but each time I expected something new, but I walked it on alone, thinking that you never know what the tide may bring to you next time. This time I stopped with no defined reason. My feet seemed to have frozen in the soil that I swept with my vision, in hope to find an hidden path. I soon realized that there was no other path, but the one that I would walk, a new path.

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"Capt. Piccolo, thank you. You may go back to Coruscant's Bowels and seek out a live specimen, there are Black Sun Operatives already in place. Be careful, your death would be quite hazardous to the Organization. I will handle the rest of my affairs from here."

 

Piccolo had not landed far from the CEC offices and after a quick exchange with a Secretary, Kabal and Ki boarded the Lady Indiscretion and piloted a course for the skies above Coruscant...

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Slowly the sky began to pour a rythm, like one of Bethoven's finest, a delicate accumulation of carefully placed details, touching my face in harmony with the thunder and the pounding of my heart. As the song of the sky switched from Bethoven to Chopin, I remained. Letting the skies wash away any doubt, from my face, with its drops of heaven. More and more, the bonds I once held with any place, or people, were disappearing, dissolved in the growing torrent.

 

Drenched from head to toe, I left my sense of orientation behind me, and went where my feet led me. In this occasion, the path took me to a large hangar. The kind of place where everybody seem to be walking fast, or talking loud but never clearly doing anything. I made my way around, carelessly looking up and down, melting into the scene.

 

Then for no reason what so ever, I left a pulsion inside me take hold of my body. dove in a closing cargo hold. Pulling the indiana jones side of me I rolled under the closing hatch and readied myself for a trip an unknown destination, out of the correlian run, I hope.

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Reagan smiled at Faust and took his hand and started leading him upstairs. "You know, I always like a nice hot shower to relax...how about you?" She kept the same mischievious smile on her face as she turned to him and started to unbutton that loose fitting white shirt to see his muscled chest.

 

She ran her hand over his bare chest and softly touched his scars...circling him, she began to massage his neck and shoulders. "How's that?"

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"That... feels... good..." Faust breathes, wrapping his arms around Reagan and repaying the favor, working her back muscles. He works as gently, yet firmly as he can, working high, to low, then back to high and on the return, working off Reagan's shirt. "I think we could both use a nice hot soak," he agrees.

 

He leads Reagan into the bathroom just off from the master bedroom and turns on the faucet, sending out a hot cloud of steamy water. Readying himself, he inches in, holding out a hand to Reagan.

 

"Shall we?" he asks, eyes still glittering softl, his grin easy and wolfish.

In Italy for thirty years under the Borgias they had warfare, terror, murder, bloodshed - but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, and the Renaissance. In Switzerland they had brotherly love, 500 years of democracy and peace, and what did that produce? The cuckoo clock.

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After a nod of thanks to Captain Piccolo, Ki followed Kabe on board the Lady Indiscretion falling behind him to look around the ship. She was a beauty. Ki made her way through to each area of the ship, examining every quarter of it and ending up in the bedroom. She would wait for Kabe to join her in there...

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Kheldar pops back into the bar, giving Ki a startled look.

 

"Wait a second.... Weren't you just here and- Oh, wait, nevermind. For some reason I'm getting deja vu..."

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Reagan placed her hand in his and slowly lowered herself into the hot water. She sat down and pulled Faust down with her lightly touching her lips to his. With the steam of the hot water rising, she leaned down into the kiss and watched him as her hair fell around their faces and to surround them in a red ember.

 

Hot from more then just the heat of the water, Reagan's hands slowly moved down Faust's back as the Kiss grew stronger and she whispered through the kiss..."God, I missed you, we have alot of time to make up for."

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"Aye, we do," Faust whispers back, pulling Reagan closer and smoothering her with passionate kisses.

 

Faust, the hunter, was in his heart or hearts, a beast, an animal. Capable of savage brutality and coldness; Faust the lover, was capable of savage passion- warm, powerful, and when given, he gave his all.

 

For a shower that was supposed to be cleansing, it was amazing how dirty it could get.

 

Later, Faust, without a hint of self-consciouness digs in around his shoulders and with a somewhat painful twist, detaches and hurls his artifical arm out of the room. As he's washing Reagan's back, he decides to show off, snapping his fingers and concentrating. A bar of soap on the other end of the shower rises up and floats over, landing in Faust's hands.

 

"I've picked up a few extra tricks, dear," Faust whispers in Reagan's ear, he adds. "And I think there's some other fun uses it could be put to as well."

In Italy for thirty years under the Borgias they had warfare, terror, murder, bloodshed - but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, and the Renaissance. In Switzerland they had brotherly love, 500 years of democracy and peace, and what did that produce? The cuckoo clock.

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Kabe's eyes had been placed on the Comm as the hazards above Coruscant were being reported by encrypted messages from the Citadel... Agents had captured a zombie and were bringing him back to the base for an examination and analysis.

 

As it seemed eerily quiet, rumors were of a SEED cure in the works... he settled down and returned to inspect his latest acquisition, only to find Ki in the bedroom.

 

Even in times of great peril? Well... I would suppose there is no better way to relax...

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"Lady certainly is a work of mechanical art love and I figured there was a better way to fill in time on the way back to the capital... don't you think? I haven't checked out all the amenities as yet, but I'm sure they are all a very high standard..."

 

Ki slid over and patted the bed beside her, watching Kabe's face as he moved to join her.

 

"Are things that bad on Coruscant? Then maybe a distraction is just what you need."

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Kheldar pops back into the bar, giving Ki a startled look.

 

"Wait a second.... Weren't you just here and- Oh, wait, nevermind. For some reason I'm getting deja vu..."

[meaning Alora]
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Reagan was more then a bit shocked as Faust's arm came off, but she hid it well from showing on her face...settling into the hot water, she cocked an eyebrow at Faust as he floated the soap to him...hmmm, this could be interesting, she thought to herself...she made a mental note that she was going to have to find out just what it was that he had been up to the past few months.

 

She smiled at him, and realized with one or two arms, he was damn sexy and she decided that she wanted to find out just how much fun all his little tricks could be.

 

"I think I am going to enjoy this."

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Faust, now free of his ysalmari's constraints, puts his newfound powers to work, though his master might not approve of their use.

 

Sith be damned anyways... Power is to be used by the strong for their own ends, whatever they may be...

 

Remembering a trick he learned that enabled him to feel out aura's and wring people's minds, Faust decides to opt for the latter. His blue eyes grow distant and he can see Reagan as a moving shadow of hot steamy red, smoldering. Small adjustments to that aura increase the brilliance and glow of that red, inflaming her passions and sensations as Faust holds her tighter.

 

And now... for the coup de grace...

 

The use of force TK Faust applied was again subtle and done with the skill of a surgeon's knife. Even as his hands caress Reagan in a smooth and seductive manner, his mind feels out elsewhere, with soft, teasing strokes. As Reagan's aura grows almost too bright from Faust's combined effort, the hunter takes a gamble, rooting the back of his mind and turns his own powers inward with the same techniques, using his cybernetic mind to keep part of himself in control as he gives himself up. The cold blue of his eyes, should he have seen his own reflection, would have vanished, replaced by another fiery red aura that not only melted into Reagan's, but seemed to be one and the same.

 

In truth, Faust could not have expected better results and more stimulating responses on any level- emotional, mental, spiritual, and to his surprise and his increased endearment with Reagan, physical. The degree of surrender he gave earlier, the opening of his beastal shell never wider. Faust's vodoo was now theirs and beyond their individual control, reaching euphoric and wild levels unknown to either, piercing their souls.

 

Deep in his cybernetic subconscious though, this information is stored away and carefully guarded.

In Italy for thirty years under the Borgias they had warfare, terror, murder, bloodshed - but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, and the Renaissance. In Switzerland they had brotherly love, 500 years of democracy and peace, and what did that produce? The cuckoo clock.

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He came to the bedside and smiled, "Yes... Kheldar truly gave us a winner. I'd be more interesting to see how she fares in the realm of the more adventurous, but until we have a need, I guess we'll have to relish in her finer amenities."

 

He let one hand move a few loose strands of her hair behind her ear and kissed her as the lights dimmed automatically.

 

Very nice.

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