Darth Furion

(my apologies, but something has come up.) Julio paused, his eyes widening momentarily before returning to their stone gaze. Actually, my dear, I have to get going. Rain Check? He started down the hall, leaving the two rather abruptly. Oh, and Shadrach. Do see to that other matter for me, will you? You'll know how to contact me. He worked his way through the station, taking the path he thought Rose most likely to take to intercept her. They met in a somewhat secluded hall, the twins flanking her. Ah, there you are sweety. Come, it's time to go. She fell by his side before thinking about it, feeling completely comfortable for the first time since she had left him. He spoke out to the twins as he and Rose walked away. Do behave your mother now. After clearing proper dock procedure, the two sped off into the constant black of space.

For the first time in a long time, Julio smiled. Business was concluded and not a drop of blood was spilled. Between his winnings at the tables and this new success, he felt a little of his burden vanish. It's done then. Next to follow was the awkwardness of silence. What was left to say? Julio replayed the meeting in his head, slowly looking around the prestigious room. The memory of Zara's rage at his appearance rekindled in his mind and he suddenly sprang back to life. Again, I do apologize. Had I know about the...situation I would have worn something else. His hand rose from it's rest at his side, the force swarming at his whim. The small trash can in the corner flew across the room, stopping on the table before him. Julio removed the blood red trench coat and hat, placing them neatly in the trash can. Now then, how about we celebrate? Hm? I'll call my daughter, and you can get Kane and Kalyani to join us. Before he could continue, Julio felt a ripple through the force. Pain, anguish, victory. Such immense display of emotion from someone other than himself and Zara was somewhat refreshing. And your security officer, should his new found injuries be light enough to permit it. Zara would likely be annoyed he spoke of the twins by name though it was never brought up. A further reminder of his previous assault toward her, though he doubted it mattered that much to her, since she returned the favor. Once again, Julio ran his thought through the intricate weaving of his mind to speak silently to Shadrach, then Rose through internal comm. There is a man ((Silas Ond)) that arrived at this casino not long ago. I'd like to you check docking records if you can and find this man. I want to speak with him in a few hours. --------------------------------- "Um...I don't know. I've been to most of the fun stuff here. Where are you guys going?" On cue, Rose's comm chimed in. Rose, come meet me in business room forty three, level C. "Actually, I've gotta meet my dad." She spun off, eager to see Julio. Though the attractions had been fun, she had felt rather lonely doing them all by herself, save for the movie. These two were the only people she had interacted with this whole time, by default making them the closest things to friends she had ever had. "Hey...Why don't you two come with me? I think he looks a lot like you're dad. You'll like him. Plus, it's about time for dinner, and he'd bring you guys if I asked real nice. Though, if your mom is the same lady in the film, then she owns the whole casino, huh? You probably get to eat wherever you want, whenever you want." ((Zara, you can post Rose leaving with the twins if they agree to go with her, or if you comm them to meet us in the same room she's going to.))

An encrypted comm arrives for Geki. --Comm-- Dear Geki, I trust you're alive and well. We haven't spoken since I left Ilum in ruin, but I'm sure the rebs didn't give you too much trouble. The Arach'tar, however, seemed to have messed things up. In time we should address the matter, but right now I have something a little more pressing on my plate. I'm currently in a business deal with Zara Nargal. She's a rather shrewd business woman and is trying to draw ever credit out of me before she's satisfied. Should negotiations head south, I was wondering if you'd be interested in..."enforcing Imperial Law". I'd not call you unless it absolutely needed to be done, but I'd like to know if you're up to the task. If not, it's fine. I'm sure you're a busy man, and I can probably handle this myself. Just thought I'd bring you in on a little more fun. -J --End Comm--

During her first self righteous rant, Julio had remained calm and stern, taking each of her words in stride with ease. He knew he had already won from the fury in her voice. It wasn't about the pain of Ronin's memory, it was about the business deal. Like Julio, she easily cast aside meddling thought and was able to submerse herself back into the real matter at hand. Though, when she began questioning his master's motives he snapped. There were many things Julio was able to handle, letting taunts and insults roll off him, but the questioning of his master's motives was something he would not tolerate. He stood up, his right hand smashing against the table. His golden eyes flared near white as they met Zara's. Do not dare question my master! His wisdom is far beyond any of our comprehension, and I shudder at the thought of even attempting the feat. If my master wished to hold this meeting in person, he would have. He removed his fist from the splintered crater and placed his palm flat on what is left of the smooth wooden table. With the pressure valve on his building anger released, Julio composed himself, this time speaking in a much softer, casual tone. The rest of Trowa Barton's properties are not my concern. All that was left to my master in Barton's will was Roon and everything with it. You and I both know the documents are real. All you're trying now is to try to squeeze every decicred you can out of my master before you're forced to hand it over. I understand. It's you're duty as a practiced business woman to do so. He paused for a moment, reaching up to remove his glasses. He exhaled on the pair lightly, then began cleaning the lenses. How about this. You can have administrative power over the shipyard. You'll run everything involving the shipyard, including who's contracts it will take. My master will still remain owner of the docks and profit will be split, forty-five fifty-five, you're lead. We'll still have access to the shipyard, of course, should personal need arise. --------------------------------- "Name's Rose. The movie was good, but I think it had a sad ending. I wish thing had went better for Ronin."

"The Link has put a lot of time and money into Roon. You can't expect us to pull out without being compensated for the improvements we've made as well as everything we've put into that planet." The improvements? You never had authorization to implement said improvements. What did you think happened when Trowa Barton died? He would just leave the planet to whoever got there first? Did you even take any legal action to check on this sort of thing? Surely you would have come across his lawyer with little difficulty, especially given the resources at your disposal. By law everything, including your improvements, are the property of my master. His tone was soft with the lightest air of sarcasm. He hadn't meant to be so crass, but since his recent revelation he had put himself on the defensive. However, my master has faith in my ability to settle this matter with as little public notice as possible, so I'm willing to make concessions. Ignoring the cost of your use of our facilities, and the cost of de-constructing any so-called improvements my master disagrees with, we will allow you to continue your use of the shipyard until your current projects are finished. Afterwards you will be allow to open negotiations for the prolonged use of our facilities. This can be a very advantageous partnership, Ms. Nargal, should you choose to accept it.

Julio leaned forward, disbelief held behind his stern gaze. The man on the screen looked exactly like him. Why had he bought this exact set of clothes? A whim? Now it seemed that was impossible. His golden eyes darted around the screen with lightning speed, burning the image into his mind. Without missing a heartbeat, his gaze turned to Zara. Again, he stretched forth his mind, this time disregarding grace in favor for raw power. With little effort Julio ripped through the unsuspecting woman's mental defenses, making a bee line for one particular thought. Standing amongst the blizzard of Zara's mind, Julio moved through the storm until a crimson sparkle shined beyond the rest. He latched on, riding the memory as deep as it would go. At the tail end of it, Julio sat back down in his chair, releasing Zara from his hold. I'm...I'm sorry. I had to know. I never...never knew.... His words trailed off, a look of utter confusion and defeat on his face. This whole time, the man that had destroyed his family, his home, his life... He wanted it to be a lie, wanted decades of hate to be validated. After a few seconds he sat back up. Nothing had changed. His parent's killer would still die by his hand. Julio returned his visage to the stern look he had been so accustomed to. I bought the cloths on a whim at one of the various stores at this very casino. I had never known who he was until now. This is the truth. Not a hint of fallacy in my voice. However, this is not pertinent to the matter at hand. I apologize for my actions and any distress my choice of attire may have caused you, but right now we are discussing Roon.

Rose shifted in the adult size seat as the girl next to her spoke. "No, I haven't. We didn't watch many movies at...home." She caught herself, almost breaking her secret. Julio had said if anyone knew she was from the temple they'd try to take her back. The lights went low and the movie started. Rose sank low in her seat, suddenly aware of how little she knew about the world outside of the Jedi. Not long into the movie, the famed Pirate King made his appearance. It didn't take her long to make the connection. He looks like dad... --------------------------------------------- "I'd like to see these documents authenticated. Who is this Exodus you speak of?" Julio sat forward, leaning his elbows across the table. He began to speak before Zara spoke up again. "What's your connection to Ronin Wartide." Now he was confused. Why, of all things, would she ask that? Julio had never even heard of the man, let alone have a connection to him. He pushed himself outward, again using the dark side in an attempt to enter Zara's mind. Ever so delicately he pushed, stopping at the walls she had put forth. He removed himself with similar grace and subtly, making sure his presence continued to go unnoticed. Wartide? Can't say I know him, honestly. I've been rather secluded for the past few years. As far as the documents are concerned, I assure you they're all legit, but you're free to check them.

Julio felt the new presence marching down the hall far before it reached the door. He sat himself upright, looking a touch more dignified in the elegant business room when all of the sudden the presence stopped before the door, then completely vanished. Shi- He shifted in his seat. The sudden disappearance didn't suggest anything good. If they had the ability to withdraw themselves from the force, this person would be strong in the force. Alarms rang out inside his mind as he began enforcing his mental defenses, raising the walls of his internal labyrinth far beyond what he was prepared for. Feeling far more secure, he let himself relax until he remembered how much his associate knew. Ever so delicately, Julio reached out to Shadrach. It would seem we have visitors. I'll just take a little seat here in your head in the off chance they want to take a peek. By the time the door opened, Julio was smiling. He stood as Zara entered, taking his seat only after she did. There was another man with her, likely a security officer from his manner. When the two got some distance between them, the presence of Zara became readily more apparent, while her security officer did not. Now he was curious. Julio stretched himself outward in an attempt to get a feel for the man, only to be cast off like smoke against glass. So, this man is withdrawn from the force. Interesting little tidbit to know. The security officer left, soon replaced by two men standing outside the door. Now that everything seemed to be comfortably secure, Julio spoke up. A pleasure to meet you, Ms. Nargal. My name is Julio Furion. This is my associate, Shadrach Fenri. We're here to discuss your acquisition of Roon.

Armiena Darkfire receives an encrypted comm from the Sith she knows as Julz. Dear Armiena, Do you find that odd? That we have already found each other dear? Do you really find me dear? Or is it a mere formality? Proper etiquette in correspondence, perhaps. I wonder how life goes for you. I've been watching the holonet, but there seems to be little news of the Jedi, let alone the order's unorthodox leader. Have you returned to your "wait and see" approach? I must say, I disapprove. I thought you to be one to stand up and take charge of the situation, especially with this new enemy on our mutual doorstep. Ah, but who am I to question your actions. I'm sure the Jedi are in capable hands. I'd trust them to no other. As per your request, I've thought up a new topic for this letter's discussion. It's my hope that we share our knowledge on our respective paths, as a means toward our mutual enlightenment. I'll explain my idea of a True Sith, and quid pro quo you tell me you're ideal concept of a Jedi. I'll begin where any Sith Acolyte starts, the code. Peace is a lie, there is only passion. Through passion, I gain strength. Through strength, I gain power. Through power, I gain victory. Through victory, my chains are broken. The force shall set me free. In themselves, the words mean nothing. But behind the words lies meaning. A common fallacy about the Sith is that they only use their anger and hatred to fuel the dark side. Though this may be the case for many currently claiming the title of Sith, it is not the case for True Sith. Passion, or the indulgence of one's emotions is a Sith's real power, not any one emotion. Jealousy, happiness, sadness, fear, love, all are equally powerful in the dark side. Granted, all of these emotions can easily evolve into anger and hate, and commonly do, but a real Sith knows how to control his emotions. Like the Jedi, we are in control of our emotions, not they us. The ultimate goal of any real Sith is not power. Though Sith throughout the ages have seemed to be little less than power hungry beasts, that was not the case. Power is but a means to acquire the ultimate goal. Freedom. We do not solely wish to destroy everything, regardless of what it might look like. We're just willing to do whatever necessary to achieve our goals. We want only to do what we want, when we want. To you it may sound selfish. Looking at it from outside my own perspective, it does I guess. But that doesn't matter to us. No one will look out for you or what you want except for you. You're life, as a Jedi, is about sacrifice. But why sacrifice yourself for those who are unable to protect themselves? They will only grow weaker themselves. You're taking away a vital learning experience from them. You grow stronger while they remain weak. In a way, you're acting rather Sith-like if you think about it. Getting stronger at their expense. It's not that I don't care about the galaxy. I don't needlessly kill, and I don't do it for pleasure. I kill because I have to. The difference between us is that it doesn't bother me. The weak deserve their fate. If those I stand against weren't meant to die by my hand, then they wouldn't. Fate, or rather faith, was something I thought Jedi believed in rather strongly. Giving yourselves over to the will of the force, right? There is little else I can add at the moment. I'm getting ready for a business meeting and my associate is being rather talkative. I look forward to feeling your disgust through electronic words, but I beg you to remember to keep an open mind. Until we speak again, -J

No. Julio carefully observed how Shadrach spoke. The words he used, the tone he spoke in, all carefully thought out and executed. No, Julio doubted he would need a lawyer in the future, but perhaps... But I'm sure your skills will prove useful beyond law.

Julio leaned back, his correspondence finally finished. He sighed before responding, wondering whether or not telling Shadrach his plans would have any repercussions. For all Julio knew the room was bugged. He thought for a second before determining the outcome would be the same either way. That really depends. If we're simply blown off, I'll formally insist another meeting. If we continue to be blown off, I'll leave, returning with...government aid to ensure the law is followed out. Should the meeting actually take place, but head south, I'll take similar action. Julio reached into his coat's surprisingly deep pockets, pulling out a black papered cigarette. He lit it with one hand, enjoying the first breath of sweet stimulus before continuing. But I really don't think that will be an issue. Mrs. Nargal would have little legitimate reason to say no, and I don't exactly plan to be completely unfair about the matter.

Julio continued his typing, answering his associate half attentively. We worked for the same employer, so to speak.

Who knows, Mr. Fenri. Who knows.

"To crush my enemies, to see them driven before me, and to hear the lamentations of their women." Shadrach chuckled. "That's one of those questions with no good answers. Well, I guess I'd like to be able to live comfortably, but choose not to... To get stronger, learn more, and generally improve myself...And there was this man I worked for once... You remind me of him, actually... He said he knew of the Force. I guess I'd like to find him again; see if I can pick up a few things. Julio let his mind flow away from his letter, skimming Shadrach's surface thoughts. The touch was so light, so delicate he doubted even an adept force practitioner would have noticed it. Ah yes, Viktor. So, Dominique's little toy thought this man skilled enough. We shall see. "And you? What do you want?" Julio resumed the clicking of his datapad, his mind back on Armiena. I only want what's coming to me.

Julio picked up the datapad and skimmed the message, paying more attention to Shadrach. The man was making environmental observations beyond that of standard thugs. He was...smart, as much as it pained Julio to think it. Though someone with a head on their shoulders would prove useful in any given situation, they could still potentially be just another of the many that get in the way. Shadrach would likely end up being another reason to keep Julio on his toes. Oh well. If nothing else he'll help me stay alert. Julio began thumbing away at his datapad, taking the time to respond to the correspondance while he waited. So, Shadrach. What do you want?

Julio leaned back in the chair, reaching into his new coat pocket to pull out a datapad, placing it before Shadrach. By all means.

Julio returned the gesture, his left hand clasping before Shadrach's elbow. No weapons, as expected. The casino's security was top notch for a civilian establishment, even for one being run by a militant organization. However they did miss his 'bionic arm', but even he doubted he would need it. As soon as they were both satisfied at the other's lack of armament, Julio turned to the bartender paused before him. "Sir, Miss Zargal has agreed to meet with you in one half standard hour in the main conference room." He returned his golden gaze to Shadrach. Well, that all sounds wonderful. Time to put it to the test. Follow. Julio drained his second double of Kashyyykan whiskey, gracefully placing the glass back on the bar upside down. Ignoring any questions originating from Shadrach's general vicinity, Julio began the arduous path through the grand station to his destination, moving at such a great stride his crimson coat fluttered in the conjured breeze. After a few comms to the help desk, he had arrived, Shadrach not far behind him. There was still a few minutes before the meeting, so he waited in the hall, taking the free moment to indulge in one of his newer curiosities. He leaned against the wall, routing his thoughts through his neural implant to Rose's comm. -------------------------- "Hi daddy." Hey sweety. How you doing? "I'm having lots of fun! I never got to do this sort of stuff at the--" --Sweety, remember. No talk of the temple around people. "Oh, right. They might wanna take me back to that boring place." That's right. Now, I'm about to go into my meeting, but I'll still have my comm on if you need me, okay? "Mkay." Alright, I'll talk to you later sweety. "Bye dad." She had been running from attraction to attraction for the past three hours. From water park, to lazer tag, and now to a movie. Something about an old pirate. It didn't really matter to her what movie they showed, the only movies she recalled seeing were history clips. She found a seat in the very back row, dead center. The movie didn't start for half an hour, but through her time with the temple she had learned to be able to sit for long periods of time without doing anything. A half hour would be a cake walk. She picked an empty space three meters in front of her and just stared. Her mind twisted and narrowed to the point, trying to visualize the space growing. Within what seemed to be moments the theater began to fill up, the show starting in only a few minutes. Rose was awakened from her daydreaming when she felt her seat shift as the seat beside her became occupied. It suddenly became apparent how solitary she had been all day. Everything she had done was by herself. Now, with just moments before the movie started, she felt like being social, such fickleness her prerogative as both a child and woman. The little girl beside her had dark raven hair, much like her new master's, or rather her new father's. She still wasn't sure how she felt about having Julio as a father would be, her previous father discarding her to the Jedi with little remorse. Thus far Julio had proven to be a really fun dad. "You know what this movie is about?" --------------------------------------------------- The force had returned to him, now leaving the ysalimiri bubble of the casino proper. For some reason Ms. Nargal held her meetings in a force sensitive zone. When the force free zone is used to lessen cheating, it was strange she had this force sensitive zone. Surely she knew this portion of the station didn't have the same defense as the main casino. What reasoning would she have to make this particular section favorable to his kind? It was either for her own use, meaning she knew how to use the force to some degree herself, or she used force sensitives to mitigate business meetings. Either was possible. Julio had to admit he hadn't done much research on her before coming. Only the stuff he could skirt in the holonet main archives. With the force returned to him, Julio replaced the safeguards in his mind and began probing his surroundings. Julio walked into the conference room and took a seat. Miss Nargal wasn't there yet, much to his expectancy. It was a rather large station, and she would be a busy woman. He made a motion for Shadrach to take a seat, following his own example by taking the seat next to him. Alright, let me fill you in real quick. Ms. Nargal is in possession of something promised to my Master. He was good friends with a certain 'Trowa Barton', the governor and to a certain extent owner of the planet Roon. Barton had several businesses located on the planet including a bioengineering facility and shipyard. When Barton passed away, his will was given to my master, not made public. With the previous owner gone and no surviving members to claim it, The Link, lead by Ms. Nargal, took possession of it with no resistance. Now that I have taken care of some other matters of importance to my Master, my 'To Do' list has fallen to the task of recovering what Barton left Him. I have a copy of the will with me, along with documents proving its authenticity and documents granting me power over my Master's estate in his absence. Everything is legal, I just want to resolve this out of court. Dragging an person of such importance as Ms. Nargal through court would bring too much attention to me. We are keeping this out of court, no matter the cost.

Julio sipped his whiskey. Just relaxing for the first time in a long time. Even the pazaak games that won him a small fortune was more work than fun. Though it was quite enjoyable to bankrupt Tilak, with the force stricken from him by the station's securities, it had taken all his concentration to play. In pazaak, you not only need to know your deck, but you need to follow your opponent's deck. Pay attention to what cards he uses, and their hand movement. Hardcore players could never depend on the establishment's security to protect your investment. Another relaxing sip as the man referred to as Shadrach sat next to him. The Zabrak was right, he did have a certain au fait air about him. Intelligence was the one thing Julio cherished in people most. Perhaps the only redeeming factor besides their expendable nature. But without the force he couldn't see this man properly. My name is Julio Furion. I'm looking to make a business transaction with the owner of this Casino, but I seemed to have...misplaced my lawyer. How much do you know about both Imperial and Republic Law?

For the first time in his life, Julio strolled into the Golden Link Casino, Rose at his heels. The lights were so vivid and full of life, flashing fast enough to risk causing seizures. The little girl's excitement grew the further they got past the hangers. Julio had immediately noticed the force fade away from him upon arriving, but that didn't really matter. He was here purely for business. Before entering the casino itself, he turned to Rose. Remember, I want you to refer to me as "dad" or "father" or whatever. Okay? "Okay daddy." The title sent an odd sensation up his spine. It was neither cold nor hot, just...unfamiliar. Good girl. Now, I've rented a room. Here's the spare key. And I bought you a pass for all the children's attractions. You can play there until I've concluded my business. Don't spend all the credits I gave you on candy, you'll spoil your dinner. And don't forget to comm me if you need anything. You remember how to use it? "Yes daddy. Geez, It's not like I'm a little kid. I can take care of myself." Of course you can sweety. Part of him feared for her safety. Such a large station with lots of bad men on it. But she needed to learn self reliance early. He wouldn't always be there for her, and he wasn't sure how much longer he would. Go on now. This won't take too long, hopefully. Rose spun around and sprinted off down the long hall like his final words were the starting gun. His golden eyes followed her until the curve of the station took her from view. Another sigh of self reassurance and Rose was pushed from his mind. The matter at hand now, was letting his presence known to Ms. Nargal. But before anything, something in the deepest reserves in his mind told him he needed new clothes. After a brief glance at the station's directory, he found himself at one of the several clothing stores. It didn't take him long to pick up on what his subconscious was nagging at him about. He spent way more credits than he had wanted, walking out of the store with a blood red trench coat and fedora set and a pair of orange sunglasses. Immediately after the purchase, he questioned his motives, dismissing the thought after seeing himself. It didn't look too bad. Somewhat formal, yet oddly comfortable. Even the sunglasses offered a warming hue to the world. Soon he was in the casino proper, setting down at one of the pazaak tables. After asking around for a while, many shady characters had pointed toward this Zabrak. For a few moments, they played in silence, Julio loosing hand after hand to his opponent. After the sixth game, the Zebrak looked up from his deck to take a look at Julio. "Do I know you?" The look on the man's face showed some confusion, as if he felt somewhere deep down they had met before. This, however, was absurd. Julio knew for a fact he had never delt with this man before. No, I don't believe we have. After a few more seconds of confused staring, the Zabrak leaned back in his chair. "Weird. Anyway, what can I do for you?" I'm looking for a man to help me with a business transaction. "What kind of business transaction? What sort of guy you looking for?" The transaction is perfectly legal. I just need someone that can pretend to know a lot about the law. The Zabrak thought for a moment, taking a sip of his blue tinted drink. "There was one here earlier that fitted the description. He seemed pretty smart. Book smart, that is. And he didn't look like he'd be useless in a fight, neither." Got a name? "Nah, he didn't give me a name, but I can tell you where he is." The Zabrak leaned to the side, looking behind Julio to the gigantic casino. "There." He pointed. Julio followed his finger to the man ((Shadrach)). Julio stood from the table, tossing a few creds on the table. Send someone to retrieve him for me. I'll be at the high roller pazaak tables. The Zabrak only laughed, acknowledging he knew Julio had been throwing the previous games. "Hot cards to ya, stranger." Julio swung by the exchange booths, buying twenty thousand credits in chips before setting down at one of the higher bet pazaak tables. This time his opponent appeared to be a Zeltron. Almost exactly like humans, the only visible difference was their bright red skin. "Name's Tilak. Nice coat." Thanks. I just got it. I'm Julz. "You're, uh, stacks seem a little low." Julio glanced at his chips, comparing them to Tilak's. Tilak appeared to have well over two million in chips compared to Julio's twenty thousand. Eh, it doesn't matter. I'm here for fun anyway. If I couldn't afford to loose it, I wouldn't be here. He flashed a smile at Tilak, who returned the smile. He didn't need the force to tell him this creature was a beast at pazaak. What Tilak probably failed to see was Julio's own skill at the game. "Buy in is five thousand." That's fine. He pushed a quarter of his chips to the center of the table, his outward appearance giving no sign of stress. Julio drew his cards and couldn't help but smile. Tilak noticed the smile, but stayed solid as a statue, showing his devotion to the game. Half an hour later, the chip stacks had switched. Julio now held the man's two million odd chips, leaving Tilak a couple short stacks, quickly thinning. I think I've bled you long enough. Without a delay in movement, Julio reached below the table and retrieved Tilak's chip case, placing his newly acquired wealth in neat little stacks inside. Tilak just stared in to space, utterly crushed. "...How did..." You just caught a rough string of cold cards. Don't worry, you're a good player. With that...thirteen thousand, I'm sure you can make your money back in a few hours. He collected the case and headed to the bar, resting the metal case on the counter. The droid bartender wasted no time moving to Julio. Double Kashyyykan Whiskey. A commotion stirred behind Julio as men in sterile white clothes rushed past. Within moments they passed again, this time walking, Tilak laying motionless on the stretcher. "...choked himself on chips..." Julio only chuckled to himself as he caught the snippet of the medic's conversation. He made a slight movement to grab the bartending droid's attention. Could you tell Ms. Nargal I'd like an audience with her in two hours? "Yes sir."

Bump. Not bad at all. The description is good, and like you promised the historical data seems to be set. I felt some of your wording was awkward in spots, but the over all flow was good. I could easily spot the emotions you wanted to draw out of your readers, and the piece did a good job of doing so. Overall, Kudos.

Julio only stood in amazement. A man of unremarkable esteem had acknowledged his growth in power. Long after the titan left, Julio was finally able to break away from the flood of questions and implications and compose himself, returning to his ship. Rose stood obediently at the top of the ramp. "A man put a box on the ship." It's alright. Come, we're leaving. Julio checked the contents of the box, making sure they were the items he requested. Power eminated from the contents of the box, proof the craftsmanship was genuine. Satisfied, he moved to the cockpit and plotted a new course, leaving the planet with more questions than he began with.

He paused at the controls for a moment. How could he be expected? He had stumbled upon this place by accident. How could this man know he was coming? And they way he addressed him. Julio, not Furion, or even Mr. Furion. Such a casual tone in the man's voice. He steadily grabbed the ship's yolk and eased it in. He landed in the directed hanger bay. Stay on the ship. He walked down the loading ramp, Rose at the top staring blankly down. He left the hanger, the clatter of wookiee claws chiming from the small satchel on his belt. He walked through the halls, feeling out for the one who had summoned him. After a few moments and a couple long hallways, he stopped before the looming figure of Dagon himself. He stood, looking deep in to the man before speaking, his arms clasped before him as always. I feel as if I've seen you before. Have we met?

The Chameleon limped out of hyperspace. Its mission complete, all power save for emergency life support on the ship vanished. Julio breathed a sigh of relief, as if holding his breath had somehow carried the ship thus far. With a few quick flicks of his wrist, Julio rerouted a little power from the life support to the comms. -This is Julio Furion, captain of The Chameleon, requesting assistance.- Julio sat back in his seat, feeling Rose emerge from her room to offer him company. She sat in the copilot chair, staring into the blackness of space. The whole trip she had said nothing, carefully noting his choice of solitude and silence. Now they continued to wait.

Time, along with the waning medical supplies and constant pain in his arm, had finally taken its toll on Julio. His patience had worn out. The failed mechanics of his ship would not stop him from completing his goals. After a quick study of the navcomputer, he plotted a course for Kuat. Out of shear will power the ship sprang alive, jumping to hyperspace with little contest.

And so the crowd demands more. All I needed to hear. Thanks a lot for all the feedback. I'll get to work on the next part, along with a revision of the first. Hopefully the dialog will flow more naturally the second time around.