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"We require two ships capital-class ships, though I expect that number to change in the future--upwards, of course." Vandro couldn't help but smile faintly. "Both are to be Loronar Strike-class Cruisers, though of very different configurations."

 

Retrieving a small datapad for the convenience of his memory, the retired fleet officer began to recite the summary of the technical details. "The first is intended to be a research ship of sorts. We'll need a vastly improved sensor suite, packages for investigating various phenomena, equipment for conducting long-range scans, analyzing gas emissions, detecting transmissions... the full list is on this datapad." It was a rather hefty number of modifications, a job that would have required either a much larger ship, or the impressive modular capabilities of the Loronar Strike Cruiser.

 

"For Terminsel--that was the proposed name of the first ship--the complement of smaller craft is planned to two squadrons of T-65BR's, the scout variant of the X-Wing, and I've been told that it might be possible to pack as many as a half squadron's worth of shuttles in the hangar.

 

"The second is to be outfitted with two gravity well projectors. After the mission to Gateway Station, we found that we were extremely fortunate in that none of the civilians there were able to commandeer a vessel and flee the station, possibly spreading the virus to other planets. We should have had some way of enforcing a quarantine on the area, and that's the role that this ship needs to fulfill.

 

"The full details are on this datapad, though we think we'll be able to fit as many as two squadrons of starfighters--we've specified XJ X-Wings, to be refitted with ion cannons in place of the four laser cannons and ion pulse warheads for the launchers--and a half squadron of shuttles." It was a rather... militant vessel for the strictly pacifistic Survivor's Foundation, but by equipping the vessel with only non-destructive weaponry, Vandro hoped that he could minimize the fallout from its introduction. Besides, if another local outbreak like that seen at Gateway Station occurred, the Foundation needed to be able to enforce a strict quarantine.

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Zara nodded her head as he mentioned what he wanted from the shipyards.

 

"I think we can accommodate you there. I'll send this order off and they can begin straight away. You can fix up payment for the vessels either now or once they are completed."

 

It didn't matter who had what order for them, business was business and what they did with the ships was theirs. She took the datapad when offered it, touching a button on the table which then slid back a panel, letting a monitor rise up out of it. She slipped in the datapad and sent the information through to the shipyards at Roon via a secure link.

 

"It shouldn't be too long before your order is filled."

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"I would prefer to arrange payment at this moment." The Survivor's Foundation could certainly afford the expansion of its fleet, especially now that its ships were scattered all over the galaxy in assistance of the myriad refugee camps that had been spawned by the Arach'tar threat. Admiral Vandro knew what to expect in the terms of price--he came prepared--but business sanity demanded a certain amount of prudence before the purchase was finalized.

 

This was very much according to plan. It was a swift, barely-present negotiation, and soon the Foundation would possess two extremely valuable assets.

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"Very well" Zara put the details through the computer in front of her, bringing up the anticipated price of the vessels and their accompanying ships. "This is the estimated total." She pushed the screen around so that Vandro could see the detailed estimate.

 

"You can enter the payment details if the price is satisfactory." Zara lifted the keyboard out from it's hideaway and placed it on the table for him to use.

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Admiral Vandro nodded one last time before he spoke. He came to the Golden Link expecting at least some small amount of magnanimity from its owners, as The Link was own of the corporations that originally backed the Survivor's Foundation, before its trial by miasma at Mon Calamari and Gateway Station. And he was pleased to see that his expectations were fulfilled””it was a reasonable price, considering the new demand for ship production and the rather customized work that he needed to be done.

 

”œVery satisfactory, thank you.”

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Zara gave a nod of her head as Vandro entered the payment details into the secure console. After he had spoken about returning to the Esperanza to his 'children' Zara grinned, standing up and extending her hand across to shake with his.

 

"A pleasure doing business with the Survivors Foundation. You do the Galaxy a good service. I'll let you get back to your people."

 

It was time she headed back to her children also.

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"Home sweet Home"

 

Idejjen thought as he entered his codes in to gain entry to the Casino's starport...

 

-= shhhh *hiss* =- the door of Idejjen's ship opened up, and it was with an audible klunk that Idejjen in his Rancor form landed onto the Casino's hard, solid ground. Yet, even trying to hide himself, there was no real possible way he could totally hide that he was a Rancor at this moment in time... he could only hope...

 

Child: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!! Mommy! a monster! *sobs*"

*other audible screams are heard and so are the sounds of guns arming all around Idejjen*

 

Crap Idejjen thought, its time to bail.. so Idejjen quickly grabbed the case with the ysalamari inside it and lodged it so it couldn't fall out of his jaw, and then he rapidly sprinted... or as fast as a Rancor Idejjen's size could sprint all the way to Idejjen's room...

 

*Idejjen had to jump over great amounts of shrieking people and avoid incoming blaster bolts - he even got shot once in a fairly odd spot but he kept going*

 

Finally, Idejjen had reached the corridor leading to the security officer's rooms and had managed to lose the mob... Yet, ... "Crap!" Idejjen said... although as a Rancor it was probably more like "Rawr" ... Idejjen had forgotten that his door not only required ID - which he had - but it also required an audible voice ID as well...

 

Idejjen's only hope now was to find Zara, give her the ysalamari while he ran to the non- force controlled section of the Casino , and then let himself transform until he at least reaches an appealing form...

 

He could only hope that Zara had been with him long enough to know that it was Idejjen... for the most part it was clear due to his height and some of the Rancor's visual and facial attributes that it was Idejjen to anyone that knew him, but how many people truly did know him and his dreaded secret except for Zara...

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The reports reached her of a rancor running loose in the Casino, one that ran the other way from the guests and security instead of going after a 'tasty meal'. Zara pondered how a rancor could get lose on the Casino... how one could get on board at all since there were strict regulations... unless... The proprietor of the Golden Link Casino checked the ships registrations that had just arrived, noting that one in particular docked at the Hanger assigned to the staff.

 

Zara left her office, telling her secretary that she would handle this. Surely he couldn't... but then I saw the other shapes he turned in to... and the ship registration is his... She headed down the corridor, quickly entering the elevator and taking it up to the non-force zone where the ruckus was. It wasn't hard to discover where this rancor was. The security guards tried to prevent her from entering a hallway where the smaller sized rancor was, though she told them to back off and put their weapons away. Stepping into the hallway behind the rancor, Zara called out one word,

 

"Idejjen?"

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having had no success in finding Zara, Idejjen was finally cornered down in the no force zone by guards and frantic guests... high anxiety and tension overwhelmed him and he had no idea what was going to happen at this point... and when the center guard moved toward him with his carbine there was a break in the guards ranks...

 

Idejjen was a little shaken so he wasn't really desiring to look at the people who were firing at him so his face was currently turned away... but then he heard something.. "Idejjen" Just then Idejjen turned his head to stare directly at the person who had said those words and it was.... "Zara" Idejjen thought... (because if he would've said anything it wouldn't really have come out like he wanted it...)

 

he wondered how weird this would be, but Idejjen hugged Zara not necessarily because he wanted to freak her out, but because he wasn't necessarily having the best of days right now... here's hoping the guards didn't see it as a sign of a threat...

 

After the hug Idejjen moved back a little and revealed what he had tucked in a little pocket around his jaw... it was a ysalamari in a little container; he tried to wipe off the container in order to make it a little more appealing to touch and then he handed it to Zara.... he hoped that would have told her why he wasn't able to transform out of his rancor state... and how he had to go a good distance away in order to transform...

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It was awkward being hugged by a rancor, instinct told her to get away even though she knew it was Idejjen. She stood her ground, holding off the guards with a motion of her hand. Seeing the ysalamari that he revealed, Zara gave a nod of her head.

 

"Come with me. Great costume Idejjen. You've tested the security and staff well, I think we can get you out of this suit now." Zara said aloud for the benefit of everyone present. She winked to Idejjen as she turned, walking only half a pace in front him, the cylinder in her hands as she now led the way towards the service elevator. This one was a larger elevator used to transfer stock between floors of the casino.

 

Zara heard the murmurs and laughs now that they "realised" that it had been a "test". The lithe Dathomir Witch smiled as they entered the elevator, waiting until the door was closed before turning back to Idejjen.

 

"That should cover why you are in that appearance without letting them know the truth. I hadn't realised that rancor was part of your make up. We'll get the ysalamari taken a distance away so that you can shift then I'll have it brought back when you reach a form you are comfortable with. Don't try to speak, I doubt I could understand Rancor."

 

She gave a gentle smile, eyes sparkling as she commed ahead, getting security to clear the corridor but to have one person standing by for her when they got down there.

 

When the doors to the elevator opened, the waiting staff member let out an involutary cry, looking like they wanted to flee. They didn't which was a credit to the employee. Zara handed the cylinder of ysalamari to the girl, instructing her to take it into one of the rooms at the end of the corridor and to wait there until it was called for. That done, and the staff member hurrying to make distance between them, Zara led Idejjen into the first training room.

 

"Ok, you should begin to feel the influence drain away now. I know I can. Just comm Leesa when you want the ysalamari brought back."

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((OOC: LOL! Not every day you get hugged by a rancor! That's awesome!

 

Uhh...this is not an OOC-only post...))

 

IC:

 

Brina ran into the room, did a little circle, then ran out again, where she immediately barricaded herself in her office mumbling something about "flying monkeys".

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Idejjen was glad at the receptiveness of Zara and reveled in the fact that she masked the entire situation as a security test. Idejjen wholeheartedly trusted Zara for she had always tried to take care of him, even if it wasn't necessarily in her best interest; then again, that may be because he was an employee, but for now that was just speculation and it wasn't worth mulling over...

 

Zara then led Idejjen, or the "test rancor" into a training room which Idejjen knew for what purpose... He thanked Zara with what seemed like an attempted kind look from a rancor, and then she left the room... She gave instruction for Idejjen to comm someone when he was done so he had the feeling it was going to be a piece of cake... and it was for the most part... I mean how easy can your body ripping apart and putting itself back together really be?

 

Idejjen waited till Zara had left and began to feel the chaotic energies running back into him like thousands of knives grazing along his insides..

It was like no pain he had ever felt before, but then his body reminded him of transforming and he soon took back that notion... Idejjen had been through this before but something awkward happened this time that never had before... Idejjen's body was actually fighting for control....

 

Many different forces in him vying to take control; needless to say, his transformation time was a bit longer then it used to...

 

Yet, it only took one transformation to get a better form than a rancor for Idejjen to be; it may not have been his original body, but out of all of his counter personalities he liked this one the most...

 

Interestingly enough though when Idejjen finished his transformation he began to feel weird sensations all up and down his body like he was.... naked?!?!

 

Oops, an over sight of transforming into a Rancor he had forgotten.... his clothes had ripped off; what brilliance...

 

So, an Idejjen tall human with amber eyes and slick black hair clamored out of the training room trying to comm the person he was supposed to comm and shielding himself at the same time... The girl who arrived with the ysalamari was half giggling/ and embarrassed when she arrived, but got over it enough to do what she was told and leave... Now all Idejjen had to do was to skillfully maneuver across the Casino to get to his room without anyone noticing. First a rancor, and now streaking... how appropriate....

 

Yet, Idejjen managed to get to his room without showing too many people his naked body... He managed to draw the attention of some females, which although was very flattering, was not helpful to his cause so he had to brush them off... After about an hour of scurrying through the Casino... Idejjen was glad to see the personnel rooms... and his on the right.

 

Using the voice activation and his Id, Idejjen went inside shut the door and collapsed... full and naked onto his bed.... he was exhausted ...

 

.... 2 hours later...

 

Idejjen woke up and realized he hadn't even bothered to get dressed... laughing to himself Idejjen figured he would take a shower and then get dressed... which would freshen him up and make him a little more presentable considering his smell...

 

Then, after his rather quick shower, Idejjen grabbed something to wear and his security apparel, but left his armor and went off into the Casino fully dressed and ready for duty... with the ysalamari in its case fastened to the inside of his Jacket...

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The Golden Link casino would be a good place to fritter away the earnings from his latest job, but Shadrach was not a gambling man. He was here to find a job.

 

As his ship pulled into its allotted space dock, he rummaged through his quarters, looking for appropriate attire.

 

Nothing.

 

By the time his docking codes were validated and accommodations reserved, Shadrach had donned his best: an outfit that might be charitably described as "Business Casual." It would have to do, but his first stop would be a shopping center. High class business requires high class clothes, and besides...

 

Every girl's crazy about a sharp dressed man.

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Idejjen had to admit, he looked rather good as a Human, granted he was a great deal taller than any of the other humans, but that didn't seem to matter to them...

 

Meanwhile Idejjen was in his Security uniform that was personally fitted for him, as well as a cargo jacket that he had bought from a local store inside the Casino... With not a scar on his face Idejjen stood at around 8 feet, muscular with wavy black - now clean - hair, and amber eyes...

 

Resisting the Narcissistic thoughts, Idejjen made way for Zara's office because he had no idea what to do and he figured Zara would have orders for him...

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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."

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Shadrach strolled into the first store he found, a relatively upscale department store with live models in the windows. After passing a wink to the twi'lek in an evening gown, he made his way briskly to the menswear department, and began to examine suits.

 

He emerged shortly thereafter, not being one to dwell too long on fashion. His preference for body suits and loose, removable outerwear made buying such finery an ordeal. Still, he cut a rather dashing figure in his new deep navy corellian business suit and crimson cravat. He fussed with his new neckwear, pausing to grin as the twi'lek model returned his wink. By the time he had returned to the ship, his cravat was retied to come away if pulled.

 

He deposited his old clothes in his room, and swung by the cockpit.

 

"Make the necessary inquiries, R8, I'm going to head by the casino."

 

The astromech droid spun its dome around from the console to face him, then made a rather flatulent squawk.

 

"What do you mean, 'I look like a lawyer?' This is fashionable business attire!"

 

R-8 returned an incredulous series of beeps.

 

"Yes, I know Corellia is dead. But that makes this suit... nostalgic!"

 

Rusty pile of Jawa junk!

 

Shadrach made his way to the casinos, settling in front of the Denebian Holochess tables. He'd never bet a credit on it, but it was fun to watch and internally critique.

 

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After his first favored champion inexplicably sacrificed his Kintan Strider without the capacity to counter attack, Shadrach suddenly felt cold. It was that sensation in the nape of one's neck, when an unseen predator sizes one up on the roadside. Shadrach glanced toward the exit casually, noting out of the corner of his eye a vaguely familiar figure chatting with a sleazy zabrak across the floor behind him. Shadrach tried to recall where he had seen the man... Was it in the clothing store? Passing in the halls? Or a distant memory of an ostentatiously dressed children's Holovid character? He wasn't sure, but the predatorial gaze, however brief, seemed to come from him, despite his eyes' concealment behind yellow glasses and the brim of a large red hat.

 

Shadrach glanced back to the tables, knowing better than to peer too long at such people, even indirectly, for this man had the same indescribably violent air about him as Viktor. If the man had business, he would come to him. If Shadrach was just overly paranoid, they would mutually ignore each other until one them left.

 

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Not long after, he'd completely abandoned his prior champion in favor of a new one, a young girl who was disarmingly innocent, and yet she carved a swath through the more casual players. As he watched her tear into an overconfident rodian, a man sidled up to him with a proposition.

 

Business it was.

 

Shadrach made his way to the bar and his new employer.

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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?

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Shadrach sat, curtly requesting a tequila sunrise before turning to look his client in the eye.

 

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?

 

Why does everyone think I'm a lawyer? Is it the cravat? Hold it, I didn't get pinstripes, did I?

 

Shadrach resisted the urge to glance down at his jacket. He'd looked over every inch of it before buying it, and there was no need to appear self-conscious in front of the client.

 

This is dumb. Focus.

 

Fortunately for Shadrach, his inner monologue was exceptionally fast, and nearly no time had passed. Even more fortunately for Shadrach, he had studied law among the many subjects he found in his ship's database whilst self-educating on long voyages. He was by no means an expert, but he knew enough to bluff competently.

 

Wait, misplaced?

 

"How... Fortunate. I happen to be well versed with Imperial Law, and thereby much of the Republic Law. My name is Shadrach Fenri, and I'm pleased to meet you."

 

Shadrach extended his left arm for a handshake, slightly past center to offer the more classical "bracer check."

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While Idejjen was on the way to Zara's office, he heard a strange noise and then saw two medic droids rush by with an empty stretcher... their destination was the pazaak tables...

 

"Oh Great, another gambling fight... I suppose though since I am a Casino security guard I would be used to this by now...."

 

Idejjen decided to go check it out because it would deeply affect his peace of mind if he let this go unchecked... So he started on his way towards the pazaak tables - which didn't seem as far away as he thought they were - to discover that there actually was no fight...

 

Apparently the man being taken on a stretcher was being taken because he strangled on his chips... Idejjen had no idea how this could even be physically done, but Idejjen was in no position to correct a medical droid...

 

So, rather dismayed that nothing really happened, Idejjen made towards the exit...

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After having left Idejjen to his own devices, knowing he'd be fine from then on, Zara headed to her apartment. She entered just behind the twins who had been up to mischief she was sure. She'd heard how they were beginning to get into trouble here and there. Just like me and Kat... Zara thought to herself. She missed her brother, wondering where he had disappeared to. It had been so long since she'd seen him. She saw Brina every so often around the Casino, finding her withdrawn since the demise of Corellia. It hurt her too so she could understand how Brina felt.

 

"Hey Mum. Mind if we go out for a while after lunch?" Kalyani asked sweetly. Zara read beneath the innocent request, shaking her head with silent amusement.

 

"As long as you don't bother the staff with your antics again my dears. You nearly gave Sanyana heart failure with that last stunt." Zara had been secretly amused at their mischevious antics so reminding her of herself and her own twin. As long as they didn't take after their father too much... She knew that Kalyani was the most headstrong out of the twins, the most likely to be swayed towards the pirates ways. The fact that their father was the Pirate King had been used as a way to get around some of the unsuspecting patrons.

 

Even though Ronin had left them when the twins were very young, Zara had let them follow the holo broadcasts regarding him. They knew his trademark outfit. Without their mothers knowledge, they also knew that Zara had kept the red dress and - now - dried rose that their father had given her so long ago when they had first met. They'd asked their mother about Ronin many times, Zara always answering them honestly. They knew that she was sad that he'd left. They knew too that she'd been hurt when Mellanie's father had left as well. None of them had grown up with an active Dad.

 

The Nargal's sat down for lunch together, the youngest being brought in by the nanny just as the meal was put on the table...

 

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::Several hours later::

 

Zara sat down in her office attempting to sort through the hordes of paperwork that always seemed to pile up.

 

A message over the intercom informed Zara that there was someone wishing to have an appointment with her - in two hours time. She raised her eyebrow, wondering who this was that had the gall to tell her what time she would meet with him. It should have been the other way around. She was intrigued, "Tell him he can have his meeting..." Zara looked at her chrono " ... in half an hour. I'll be busy this afternoon."

 

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""Wait up Kally." Kane ran a few paces, slowing only as he caught up with his sister. "Where we going this time?"

 

"To the holodeck of course. There's a holo showing based on Dad I think." Kalyani answered her brother.

 

"Does Mum know what this one's showing?" The twins shared a look that suggested that their mother wouldn't approve of them seeing this holo.

 

"Com'on lets go"

 

The two grinned at each other, keeping in step with each other as they headed to the holodeck...

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Idejjen after coming to a dead end in the casino fight resumed his pace and direction towards Zara's office... He really wanted to know if she needed anything for him to do because... well... he was bored...

 

Just then, out of the corner of Idejjen's eye, he saw what looked to be Zara's children running toward the holodeck... He didn't really think there was anything wrong with letting them go without supervision... Plus, if Zara would've wanted a nanny she would have called him...

 

Yet, just to make sure, all the while he was walking to Zara's office he was keeping an eye on them, just in case something did happen...

 

and nothing did really; they didn't tend to disturb the people around them too much except for the creatures that looked like they obviously didn't like kids, but even they left Zara's children alone...

 

With the last glance toward Zara's children Idejjen rounded the corner into the corridor leading to Zara's office; it didn't take to long for Idejjen to reach the door and then he let himself inside... He figured it wouldn't be quite so bad now that he was in his human form... which surprisingly had no real hint of Idejjen's grotesque body nature... It had still retained his size and shape though; so the whole 8 foot human thing would probably be a little awkward...

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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.

 

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"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?"

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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.

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Shadrach again sized up his employer.

 

Not as strong as he wants people to think, but that's typical. Wiry though. Probably a finesse fighter. A Prosthetic arm, well articulated but a little larger than expected.

 

The predatorial sense was there, albeit mostly retracted. The handshake was firm (and he hadn't bumbled to grip palms like a merchant might).

 

Good.

 

He downed his drink a little faster than he'd have liked and followed. His strides were short and rhythmic to keep pace without looking rushed, and he wove through his client's wake with ease.

 

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As he approached the meeting room, he felt the air change. It was pleasant but subtle: things were clearer and it was easier to think.

 

This air must be circulated separately from the rest of the station.

 

What a difference fresh air can make.

 

Shadrach sat where Julio had indicated and listened to the briefing wordlessly. When it was finished, he smiled confidently.

 

"Should be no trouble. While I'm sure Ms. Nargal has developing interests on Roon, they're probably not yet worth the court troubles it would cause her to keep them. As you say, she's an important woman, so I'm sure she's above claim jumping and grave robbery. Friendly and reasonable people neither need nor want a court to prove otherwise. May I look over the documents?"

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The Sith known to Armiena Darkfire as "Julz" received a message on his datapad.

 

Julz””

 

And yet, I received a sealed case that contained nothing more than a note supposedly from Geki and the head of Master Kirlocca? If the Empire was actually intervening on the behalf of the Jedi, then there was clearly an issue with ”˜friendly' fire. Geki needs to be reined in. He's useful, but vicious and probably insane. If something like this happens again, I don't care what the situation may be. I will have him taken out.

 

On to a lighter subject, now. Part of what caused me to become so interested in Force Bonds was”¦ I don't know whether to call it a vision or an out-of-body experience, but when I was badly wounded and had to be operated on during a Sith attack on Gala, I experienced something very weird when I was in a trance. Someone contacted me, I'm sure of it. We spoke mostly about the ubiquitous nature of the Force, and how this allowed me to use the Force to affect a bounty hunter's ship that I was coming under fire from.

 

I have no idea who this person was, but there are plenty of Force-based organizations that have nothing to do with the Jedi and Sith. I'd do my best to try to hunt my visitor down, but most likely, it will be his decision when we'll be speaking again, not mine.

 

There was a group of scientists who indulged in a bit of purely scientific research, without any evident practical applications. I don't understand half of their reports””particle physics was never my field of expertise””but they found that sub-particles that appear in all matter bind to each other as parts of a whole. These philotes, that was what they called them, are even smaller than the supposedly fundamental particles that all matter is comprised of. A central, or ”œMaster Philote”

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Shadrach had just managed to piece together exactly what he had already been told when the datapad chirped with a new message. Knowing better than to peer into his clients' personal lives, he immediately passed the pad back to its owner.

 

It's probably encrypted anyway.

 

"You've got mail."

 

Shadrach glanced around the room again, familiarizing himself with the exits, the potential cover that would likely stop blaster bolts, and the locations of improvised weapons he could press into service as necessary. It's not that he expected a fight, only that he had developed some fairly practical habits in his line of work, and he often defaulted to tactical analysis when bored.

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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?

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"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."

 

He sat quietly for a moment.

 

"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..."

 

Another moment passed.

 

"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."

 

Shadrach looked over at his client, tapping away on his data pad.

 

"And you? What do you want?"

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"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.

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Shadrach raised an eyebrow as Julio seemingly drew his old master's name from his mind.

 

Freaky.

 

I only want what's coming to me.

 

"Oh? And what, beyond the planet in question, is that?"

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