Roon

[Bad karma]

Like freckles on the face of the Galaxy, hundreds of Stars shimmered above the city as the night was winding down. The streets were empty, only the glowing lights at the end of each corner offered any illumination or refuge from the otherwise dark and foreboding concrete jungle. Along the edge of the cityscape there was a single building, barely half the size of the monstrous creations that riddled the rest of the metropolis.

 

An assortment of instruments could be heard from within the building, the piano sticking out from the group the most as the artist played a lovely tune with his delicately precise and nimble fingers. A group of fifty people where in the ballroom, gliding across the dance floor or simply watching those that seemed to float on air as they danced. It was a magnificent sight.

 

Trowa's chest heaved, gulping down the blood that had pooled in his mouth so that he didn't drown in it. After all that he had done, all of the challenges he had over come, all of the obstacles he had completed, the siring of a trio of beautiful children and the serving of a stunning woman”¦it seemed like a death so far below him, yet the possibility of it was very real and very much a problem he faced as he lay beaten and broken on the floor of the pitch black cavern.

 

The only true sensation he could identify was the tingling numbness that had taken his body, pain was a fractured memory buried deep within his mind”¦prepared to spring forth, embracing him completely if he made even the slightest of movements. He could vaguely recognize the moisture that covered his entire body, but he couldn't tell if it was blood, sweat, or tears that coated him”¦or a mixture of all three.

 

The figure that had hosted the party stepped into the room, his presence demanding attention without need for a spoken word. His casual smile revealed his perfect teeth and with each movement of his body, the suit tightened just enough to reveal a bit of his defined muscles beneath it as no normal suit should be able to do. His strength of personality was unmatched; his preternatural grace was envied by peons and royalty alike all across the Galaxy.

 

The Host of the Galaxy's greatest of parties moved across the dance floor, his dazzling eyes locked onto the hand he desired to hold close. He paused before a female dressed in a deep blue, flowing gown and leaned forward as she offered up her hand. He took it gently in his grasp and kissed her silky glove that covered what was sure to cover skin with a texture similar, if not exceeding that of the glove crafted of silk.

 

Trowa's cry echoed out, reverberating off of the cavern walls. Excruciating pain racked his entire form as his skin and bones tried to force themselves back together. Tips of broken bones drug across his organs in their search for their point of origin. Flesh straightened and stretched out over his body, being forced to remain in one position as the slow process of mending began.

 

A once exquisite agony had mutated into a most debilitating misery. A once proud, egotistical man had degraded into a mass of broken and distressed nothing. He began hacking uncontrollably, trying to force something out of his throat that was caught in just the wrong way. Soon, despite the hellish torrent of pain that was there to greet him, he rolled over and vomited into the pool of blood just to his right side. Stomach acid dripping out of the side of his mouth as he relinquished control over his body, letting it fall back into the laying position it had been in seconds prior.

 

Fire rained down upon the helpless, undeserving society of pacifists. They were unfit to even exist in the same Galaxy as their tormentor; their murderer. They had long ago offered up their surrender to the lone Warrior capable of completely wiping them out of existence, but he had only sneered and calmly informed them that this was not a battle; it was an execution.

 

He appeared so calm, so composed as his blade extinguished countless lives. Every so often, as he slay yet another he would offer up a smile that was almost warm and accepting in nature”¦into that twinkle in his eye revealed the sadistic satisfaction he derived from his unscrupulous actions. Blood speckled his face as he turned his attention to a young girl”¦

 

A glow that could only been attributed to a person divine in nature seemingly emanated from the two figures that had left all the rest in awe of their ability. His eyes never left hers, and hers never left his yet they always knew the exact moment to shift direction. So pleasant of a time had not been had in far too long, but he had not lost his social grace and ability to command the attention of all others without use of the spoken word that others used so carelessly.

 

As the dance came to an end, the enthralled crowd erupted in boisterous applauses. He turned his attention to them for only a second, releasing her left hand so that he could. She curtsied and he took a bow. As he straightened his body he pulled her to him, reconnected their hands and leaning forward as she bent backwards. He pressed his warm lips to hers in a passion filled kiss as the onlookers only clapped harder.

 

The crazed, physical expression of everything that was wrong with the Galaxy casually walked towards the lone, crying female. So weak, so pathetic she was in her appearance. Her clothes were rags, if even that much, her eyes were puffy and swollen and death emanated off of her. She had witnessed her own family be slain by his hand, but then”¦how had he missed her?

 

He kneeled down beside her, lifting his hand and catching one of her tears”¦only to lick it away from his finger. Vivid, uncontrollable thoughts raged within his skull showing him all of the prospective ways he could finish her off or put her to use, after all”¦she didn't look half bad. For a female. Her hair was cut short and her eyes were brilliant; violet.

 

The shredding flesh and muscle on Trowa's face had already begun to reform and the vision in his eyes was returning to normal. His eye lashes fluttered a few times trying to focus, but the only thing they brought him was a migraine of epic proportions. He silently pleaded for the time a few moments ago when all was numb to return to him; there was only so much pain a single person could endure”¦and when you were being assaulted on all three of the main fronts, that limit was quickly reached.

 

During the times when his thoughts were lucid, his own, he struggled to let them go free and escape the worry of everything, it was such a shame that escape was about as possible as the Sith becoming pacifist. By now he knew the wounds closer to his flesh had sealed up, giving him back his normal complexion, but in certain areas bones could still be seen poking up.

 

”œThey always say leave one alive; so they can tell the...”

[Shy-Ree]

As the window shattered Shy halted each shard with a slight wrapping of the Force around the pieces. More out of habit than nesessity she waved her arm as if backhanding the rubble away. It flew out the window and rained down onto whatever was below her ship.

 

She immediately trained her weapons on Trowa's machine and then sped after the fleeing man. Wind surged in the shieldless veiwport and whipped her plum tinged locks out of her emotionless mask of a face.

 

Fingers of lightning jabbed down into the city. She knew they were products of Barton's manipulation and shook her head. "Show off." she muttered as she attempted to keep up with him.

 

She fired a few shots at his retreating machine but they couldn't find thier mark. So instead she started firing at where he would be. "Gotcha." she growled as she sent a pair of missles speeding not at the thing he was in but at the buildings just ahead. Upon impact large chunks of debris rained down onto Barton's charging beast.

 

(sucks but oh well, it's all your getting and all I've got at the moment)

[Bad karma]

Even with his augmented force control, Trowa was unable to merely brush away all of the chunks of debris raining down upon him. He felt one slam into his hind leg, denting in the armor and hindering his ability to run. He could feel the skin on his own leg pressing inward as well, threatening to snap under the pressure. Neither him, nor the Storm Keeper would last too long with that thing pressing into them.

 

He charged out of the city, waiting until Shy had cleared the outskirts of it as well before he turned around and faced down her ship. A few seconds transformed into what seemed like an eternity before Trowa acted, sending a violet bolt of electricity at her ship when she was to close to fully avoid it. Sparks erupted from within, frying the systems to the point it would be cheaper to completely replace the transport rather then repair it.

 

The groan of metal stretching could be heard from behind the massive mechanical beast as the dented in leg armor was pushed outwards by the force. Before her ship could impact with the ground he called it to an immediate halt; if anyone or anything would be the end of her today it would be him, not the surface of this planet. It hovered several meters above the ground for near ten seconds before he simply let it drop straight down.

 

He sprang out of his pet machine and landed before her ship, looking into the cockpit with a curious gaze and a calm face.

 

”œCome on out, girl. Grovel like the slave slut you are and maybe I'll make it quick."

 

His voice was harsh, holding no hint of humor that might have lessened any anger his words would surely inspire. He was growing weary of all of this and sought to see it end sooner, rather then later.

 

((It's crap, but its what I wrote ))

[Mr. Mortati]

A Munificent-class star frigate was put on the list as the next top priority, it would be constructed to specification and then released from the ship yards to drift until the rest of the Hutt's request was complete.

[Heero]

Heero had grown weary of waiting for his Master to return. It had only taken a few short moments of planning for him to escape. The threat level was amazingly high though, due to the security. Even still he was able to use the force abilities he had been practicing while locked away to get to the hanger. What he saw once inside was more then intimidating and quite mesmerizing.

 

He had never seen anything quite like them, standing taller then most Star fighters are long were humanoid. A grin crossed his face as he stretched out to touch the invisible presence that besieged him, using it to cloud the minds of those in his immediate area. Casual moving towards the lockers on the wall he pulled on a flight suit and moved up the stairs leading towards the cockpit of the mobile suits.

 

He crawled through the opening and looked over the controls. Nothing to fancy, nothing he couldn't adapt too. After several moments of looking over the controls and finding the all the controls he would need he fired up the engine and activated his comm.

 

”œGoing out on patrol.”

[Shy-Ree]

((I'll find Heero again))

 

Too near to veer from the electrical attack, Shy enwrapped herself in a cocoon of repelling Force and deflected both the electricity and the ensuing shower of sparks that exploded out from various control panels. The ship died a quick death and dove for ground.

 

Before concentration could be redirected to slowing the ship's plummet the vessel halted in mid air. Shy jolted forward, seat restraints ripped into her chest a moment before she slumped backward again. SHe gasped for air only to inhale the stench of fried circuitry. She coughed, nauseated, and peered over top of the still sparking main instrument panel. Through tufts of spewing black smoke she could make out the form of Trowa's pet creation... the ship slammed into to the ground.

 

She came to, slumped forward against the seats's belts. Her eyes opened to see Trowa standing before her ship. Shy's gaze pierced like daggers into Trowa's own curious stare.

 

”œCome on out, girl. Grovel like the slave slut you are and maybe I'll make it quick."

 

Her eyes widened in disbelief at the words that assaulted her ears and slit her heart in more ways than she ever dreamed possible. A sneer twisted her upper lip. The dried blood cracked and flaked off of it. Her violet eyes darkened to a dull near black. She didn't move. Didn't breath. Only glared at the creature that had inspired an all consuming contempt.

 

As Shy-Ree held his gaze the tempest sky above Trowa shifted. From the continually writhing belly of stormblack clouds six thick, brilliant blue-white lightning bolts struck the earth surrounding the man. For a split second he was encircled in a lightning bolt cage. The strands of electricity fell toward one another and suddenly twisted together until one monster lighting bolt blasted down into Trowa. The sky roared and the earth shook under the rampaging charge of raw electrical power that danced around and over and ripped through the feeble flesh and bone of it's target.

 

She let the lightning fizzle out, unbuckled herself and leapt from the ship. She stared, with unblemished disgust, at the crumpled body of the being that dared order her to grovel. Her rage spiked again. Behind Shy the ship sunk further into the ground. A second later the front of it imploded with a monsterous metallic shriek, as if an invisible giant had bashed it in. Shy's eyes darkened even more. Her face became ragged with hatred and the collapsed part of the ship expoded outward.

 

The flying bits of jagged metal flew in all directions only to halt and fall back toward Shy-Ree. The wind kicked up around her. Thin whips of dust spiraled at her feet and dust-devilled a few feet ahead of her. The freshly pulverized pieces of metal got caught up in the whirling vortex and fell into a tornado like formation. Guided by a mind sodden with malevolence, the tornado slithered to Trowa and sucked his limp form from the ground.

 

Shy didn't know if he was dead. At that moment she didn't care. She was hell bent on beating him into the ground whether he was dead or alive. Trowa's body twisted and turned in the midst of the tornado to be hacked and slashed and mangled by the ragged shards of metal that whipped around him. Another, uncalled, bolt of lightning struck the tornado. A smile wrenched up the corners of Shy's lips as tiny fingers of lightning spread through her unnatural conjuration and danced from shard to whirling shard before disappating again.

 

As her smile died the formation fell apart. Trowa's body dropped to the ground, splayed out. Shy-Ree directed a few of the larger, more deadly looking strips of metal to stab down and hack into the palms of his hands, wrists, and outer edges of his legs and arms to hold him in place should he have survived the ordeal.

 

Shy walked to him. In the midst of the rubble she stepped gingerly through she caught a glimspe of what looked like a dagger. A powerful possesson of Barton's by the feel of it. She picked it up and looked it over. It must have been sliced free of his body during his little spin in the tornado. Shy continued on to loom overtop of Trowa. He looked like a batterd bug collection speicmen. Standing over his midsection, she squatted down, ripped Trowa's shirts open and pressed his own dagger onto his chest. She started shredding him open.

[Bad karma]

A lifeless form was splayed out upon the ground before the one that owned it, having been violently forced into an unconscious state by not nature, but one that could control the very elements and shape them to her iron clad will of force. No thoughts passed through his mind, no emotions, no dreams, and no worries.

 

It was bliss.

 

It was a state that so many could seek to attain for all their life while still being in a conscious, waking state”¦even at times did Trowa want such a state. Free from the constraints and expectations of everyone. Some place he could with no worries about whether or not someone will come after him, a place were fear was a myth, and emotion was as easy to train as a young puppy. A distant dream world where he was free to be no one but who he truly was, deep down inside”¦the side of him that no one but the woman atop him had ever seen, a side that risked being put to rest once and for all at this very moment.

 

Inky black nothing dissolved into white. It was blinding, white hot pain that drove itself into his body repeatedly bringing about nothing more then immense pain to add onto what he already had received. The stench of burnt flesh and hair filled his nostrils, causing him to wretch in pain. No bile or stomach acid came up; only thick gobs of blood so dark it could be mistake for an oily black substance that couldn't be discerned as to whether it was a solid or liquid.

 

Some of it got caught up in his throat as he was brought more pain. This time he could feel it in his lower abdomen cavity. Trying to dig into his flesh, neigh ripping into his flesh with great success. He couldn't yet see with his mortal eyes, nor could he yet perceive the world around him with the eyes of the force. All he could think about was where Shy was, how he had gotten to this place where all he knew was pain.

 

”

[Shy-Ree]

Eyes as cold as the darkest regions of space glared down upon the battered heap of creature that was Trowa Barton. She didn't respond to him at all. Only stood there with his dagger in her scarlet drenched grip. Lightning raced across the sky. Behind it stalked a growl of thunder that might rival the growl of undiluted anger that had once steadily festered in Shy's chest.

 

She looked down at the dagger. Her hands trembled slightly and she glanced back at Trowa. She suddenly bent closer to him, took his chin in the palm of her bloodied hand and smiled.

 

"I want you to be mine, love. Always mine."

 

She quickly closed the gap between their faces, her swollen lips crushed against his in a violent manner. The taste of blood and sweat was thick on his lips. The flavor of pain wafted upon his breath. And she simply relished the bursts of misery and heartache that his soul regurgitated forth into her accepting mouth. She closed her eyes and claimed it all.

 

The world flashed and blackened around them as the sky continued to rage. Shy's hand slid up into the blood matted mess that was Trowa's hair. She thrust her fingers through the tangles and held Trowa as if she were afraid he's slip away on her again. In her other hand was cradled the dagger. She dragged it's tip up and down his shredded torso as their mouths continued to mash angrily together. When she finally pulled away Shy's lips barely left Trowa's. They breathed in the succulent warmth each other's breath for a few seconds before Shy spoke again. Her voice was low, bordering on sultry.

 

"I know you're sorry. I forgive you Trowa." Shy kissed him again on the forhead and then pulled away to stare deep into his eyes. "But I can not forgive the others. I want them Trowa. I want them them all." Her grip tightened in Trowa's hair. "You say you are mine but you are only partially mine. I want all of you. Every last demented portion of you."

 

Shy's eyes hardened once again as she raked the dagger's tip straight up the middle of Trowa's torso. The blade caressed up and down the side of his neck. "Give them to me Trowa. I will have all of you ... one way or another."

[Brina Thalin]

A comm comes in for Trowa Barton, at his convenience.

 

Mr. Barton,

 

I am Brina Thalin of the Link. Our organization and yours have always had a mutual understanding. The Golden Link Casino will soon host a Sith wedding of some importance and grandeur. We would like a member of your personelle to be present at the wedding as part of a representation of our neutrality as well as a security detail.

 

If you decide to accept this request, let us know, and we will send you further details. I look forward to hearing from you.

 

~Brina Thalin

 

End comm.

[Bad karma]

Eternal bliss washed over the beaten, bruised, and broken form that had left so many in a similar state and many more far worse off. He lost himself in the moment of it all, opting to forget about everything that had just happened if only for a few seconds as he enjoyed the touch of Shy's lips. His pain and sorrow rushed forth, escaping him in a torrential flow”¦that he scarcely noticed.

 

A shock of pain brought him out of it as she gripped his matted, disheveled hair tightly. He gasped into her mouth but didn't pull away; her lips were like a high voltage wire. His muscles had contracted and never wanted to relax and release. He wanted to follow her lips when she pulled back, but his body refused to respond to his brains commands. So he sat still, with his head tilted slightly forward as he listened to her voice. Her comforting, mesmerizing voice.

 

Soon she was finished speaking and the dagger was once again tracing along his torso, so very close to the wounds that were practically gushing now. For a moment he concentrated on his breathing, slowing it to a near complete halt as to slow the bleeding and prolong the amount of time he could spend in this condition. He glanced up, looking into her violet orbs with his own emerald spheres that held all the emotional torment that raged throughout his pain racked body.

 

”œIt is simple then”¦They shall be yours, as I am.”

[Shy-Ree]

Trowa's words were precious.

 

Shy was about to pull his ragged form into her arms to, pull him back to where he belonged but she could not. Instead she was the one who was pulled into the universe in which Ezekiel apparently thought he was god.

 

The specter Shy-Ree bore silent witness as Trowa made his way through Spider's playground. Here, she was omnipotent. Seeing, hearing and knowing all. Patience beyond anything she'd ever exhibited before filled Shy as Trowa's constant assurances played upon her ears like heavenly music.

 

Spider would soon be hers. He would soon be under boot either swearing he now belonged to her... or be crushed out of existence like the accursed little spider he was.

[Bad karma]

Trowa looked towards the head of the club; the V.I.P. room. It was lifted above all the rest, but at the moment was open for all the world to see. It was there that he saw him. Ezekiel stood there with long, flowing locks cascading down his lithe form. Dressed in a deep blue color scheme with a smile plastered upon his face he was obviously the life of the place. For a moment he stopped and glance down at the crowd where Trowa was standing.

 

He shook his head, then turned back towards the people he was busy entertaining. Trowa's lip curled as he wasted no time moving towards the stairs that led up towards the room. His clubbing persona met him at the door, showing he was just as aware in this place as Shy was. He brushed past the bouncer and stood face to face with Zek while the room emptied out.

 

"Mmm...Trowa, how I've missed you. We should meet like this more..." Trowa felt his limbs tighten as Zek walked around him, so close he was breathing onto his ear. "...this. Afterall, I've always had this deep little..." Trowa felt a hand upon what belonged to Shy, much to his dismay..."Fascination with you."

 

A low growl was building in Trowa's as Zek eyed what was Shy's. He could feel the figure walking around him probing into his mind. In this area he was in control, holding all the omnipotent abilties that Shy possessed. He heard the low, devious chuckle that had all the quailties of his own, coming from behind him. It wasn't malicious by any means, rather it was mocking.

 

"Now, now, love. What an extensive, lovely, and twisted plan you've devised. I'd be inclined to go peacefully, considering..." He spun in a circle, speaking with his hands..."I wouldn't be leaving anything all that lovly behind. Of course, for me to go with you in such a way you'll need to give me a little insurance."

 

Trowa grunted, knowing what he wanted done. It seemed only Spider liked Spider and now that would come around to bite him in the ass. The pressure holding Trowa in place dissappated and Zek was gone. He was back at the crossroad, only this time there were two paths. The one with the barred doors and the one with the crimson roses. He smiled, extended his right hand and smiling at the cold blue steel of his dagger as it glimmered in the light.

 

"Now, for the hard part..."

[Shy-Ree]

Barely keeping her rage at bay, Shy watched on as Trowa intereacted with the splintered parts of his personality. The only thing that kept her anger in check was knowing that each step brought her closer to gaining that which she wanted more than anything, for Trowa Barton to be entirely hers body, soul and mind.

 

As he stood smiling, dagger glinting in hand, Shy felt a nearly overwhelming surge of adoration for Trowa. Her shadowing presence decended upon him and enwrapped him entirely. Her love draped around and clung to him, eventually soaked him to the soul. It would remain there for him to draw strength from should he come to need it in this upcoming confrontation.

[Bad karma]

Trowa's pulse quickened as he felt Shy's very essence wash over his body. It acted as an adrenaline boost; as a form of energy he always thirsted for yet could never quite get enough of. A faint smile graced his unnaturally pale lips as he turned his emerald gaze towards the row of roses just off to his right. Doubt arose in his heart, not an second thought that he could complete the task ahead but one of just how difficult said task would be. Never the less he turned on his heel and moved down the rough path.

 

It wasn't long before he came upon a large house; Gothic in architecture and stunning in beauty, much like the one he was doing all of this for. His feet carried him towards the door, through the door, and to his surprise through the house all the way to the eloquent ballroom situated near the back of the mansion. He was still in nothing more then some tattered pants, but figured that Spider wouldn't mind the intrusion. After all, It was Trowa's mind he took up residence in.

 

The classical music could be heard even before he crossed the threshold of the lavish, bright room that was full to the brim with guest of all sorts. An alien energy washed over him as he took that first step though and alien as it might have been, he knew what had happened instantly. The door was...mysterious to say the least, but at the same time interesting. It revealed ones ideal self.

 

Across the room from the woman with the dark complexion and cherry lips, dressed in a brilliant emerald dress that brought out her eyes, was Spider. In a deep maroon ensemble. He had thick side burns and short hair that stood up; spiked. It wasn't anything Trowa didn't expect, but he felt a bit of anger that the figure had the nerve to change his chosen hair style, even if it was only a bit.

 

With a giggle he gracefully crossed the room, shyly glancing towards the one he knew to lust after the very substance that sustained his own life. A curious fetish indeed, but one shared no doubt. He extended his hand, shrouded in a velvet glove and watched as it was accepted. If there was one thing Trowa excelled at and enjoyed from his childhood it was surely dancing of any nature. To lose oneself in the practiced moves and merely enjoy the comfort was bliss despite who he was dancing with.

 

The two continued in such a fashion for several minutes without speaking, or even meeting eyes for longer then a fleeting glance. But soon they passed before a mirror just as Spider dipped him low. Trowa cast a sideways glance, taking note that No One in the room cast a reflection save for him, and even his was faint.

 

Spider's lip curled in disgust as he released Trowa, realizing just who it was that he was with. In all of Trowa's lithe movements he was able to remain on his feet despite the awkward position he was released in. The figure before him took a swing, but it went wide just enough for Trowa to catch his elbow and snap it with but a flick of his wrist.

 

In several more movements, that took little more then a second, Spider was upon the ground in pain...yet grinning like a fool.

 

"Come to end me, have you dear Trowa." More a statement then a question.

 

"Would you expect anything less? I can't have you coming out when you aren't welcome, after all that makes for very inconvenient situations for me." He was blunt and to the point, he had no time to waist on this fool.

 

"Well, you didn't seem so concerned when..." He got caught in a fit of laughter and coughing..."...You were the one doing such."

 

Trowa raised an eyebrow, curious at the accusation brought forth by the disgraceful, insignificant figure that lay before him. It was truly ignorant to imply that anyone but him had ever controlled the most base functions of his body.

 

"Hmm? You must have taken caught a hit to the head sometime in the past to say such a thing, I mean, honestly...Who else would be present, aside from Zek?"

 

"Exactly. Zek. Now, now...Trowa...please tell me you do not suffer from amnesia...Think back to your childhood. I am sure you can see the...blatant facts. All of it, after all, simply does not suit you. The lifestyle, the constant extroversion experienced. . . even the choice of wives. It all fits another, but certainly not you...Certainly not you, the balance between Zeky and I."

 

Trowa snarled and lowered his hand to Spider's mouth in effort to begin the final phase, the drawing forth of everything that was Him into the palm of his hand, then forcing it into the small crystal concealed in his pocket.

 

"Trowa! Come now! You can get rid of me, but it won't change the fact you stole this body from HIM! I was created after his family was slain before his eyes, I drove him to the Sith. I got him through the trials and tribulations required to reach the rank of Lord....It was only then you came into play when his sub-conscious sought to rectify all the wrongs I had committed. The guilt you felt not to long ago...His. It is astounding....that you do not recall it."

 

A soft mist was drawn out of Spider's mouth as his mid-back arched up. An insane fit of laughter escaped his lips in his final moments as Trowa finished him completely, exorcising him into the crystal that would contain him until Trowa put his true plans into motion.

 

Outward he was calm; composed, but inside rage a storm of confusion and doubt. What he said made sense, yet it seemed utterly impossible. He held all the memories, but then did they hold them all too? They were extensions of him, not the other way around, but if that were true...then why was he aware of them. No one else in history had been aware without an outside force interfering...but he knew from the start. No blackouts, no bits of amnesia...He knew. The bastard had thrown him into an unstable state of mind just before he was vanquished.

 

Trowa growled and threw the crystal across the room only to see it all evaporate and the inside of a troop transport appear, murky as it was through the bacta. Shy lay on the seats just in front of him, still unconscious as her own mind had further to travel before she could wake up.

 

Around him swirled dark currents of the force as his emotions raged, ranging from hatred and rage to disbelief and...fear.

 

((ahh...could have been so much better then this...but meh...stupid lack of compy ))

[Bad karma]

Trowa opened his dazzling emerald orbs to see a face identical in every way save for its indigo eyes and hair style. The figures hair was thick and trimmed short. From the center roots came a black as deep as space could every hope to appear, but the darkness was short lived as it soon turned to a bright, almost neon crimson. Simultaneously they both smiled, more at seeing a near mirror version of themselves then anything else.

 

Then it all flooded back to him and the smile was quickly wiped clean of his face, thrown into the gutter so it could be washed away in a torrent of garbage and water. Wasted. He grunted and realized he was wearing a mask over his mouth and nose, and that the strange burning sensation in his eyes was the bacta he had been placed in. Just a precaution that any decent doctor would take, but an unnecessary one all the same. With a few quick thoughts and show of his will the light blue liquid began to drain and soon he was wrapped in a towel looking over the various items on the tray before him.

 

As he gazed down upon the cold, blue steel blade of his dagger and the scarlet crystal beside it he couldn't help but feel a surge of triumph at the fact he had over come each of them. No matter how easy that had seemed to make it, he had still done it. Now it was time for him to repay the first of the two he had over come. Ezekiel Maxwell.

 

He lifted the blade, tossing it up slightly to get used to the weight as well as in an effort to bring the blood flow back to his outer extremities. The other man in the room stepped up beside him and looked down on it, having no clear cut idea what Trowa planned for him but not liking the sight of the knife he held.

 

”œOf all the weapons I've made by hand as well as just simply used, this has to be the greatest of them all. A mere dagger that, seemingly, has grown in power alongside me since my very first seconds as a Sith apprentice. Remarkable.”

[Shy-Ree]

She stirred. The lids of Shy's eyes fluttered open. She shuddered. Her entire body ached as if she'd spent the last couple years of her life clawing her way out and away from the rotting depths of Hell. A wretched feeling gnawed at the edges of her mind. It quivered there at the fringes of her sanity and made her question momentarily if she was beholding true reality or if she was still a loitering in the depths of the twisted realities of Trowa's mind.

 

Shy closed her eyes again and let the unbent emptiness of actual existence press upon her body. It felt weak and vastly hollow compared to the stiffling potency of the world which she'd previously been a guest to.

 

A deep inhalation. Her chest heaved as air was pulled into her aching body. And though her lungs filled to the point of bursting they still felt horrendously depleted. She exhaled slowly, barely letting the warmth of her breath escape. As it trickled slowly away she realized what had happened. It had happened before but to a lesser degree.

 

A smile nearly graced the slightly parted lips of the small woman but she felt his awakening, the unmistakably divine essence of Trowa that she'd grown to hunger for. Life sloughed off of the features of Shy's face and she lay there harmlessly as if wrapped in the supple cocoon of unconciousness.

[Bad karma]

Seconds slipped by, falling away like droplets of water from a facet. Several doctors and aids scurried to and fro, observing the small, apparently unconscious woman, they had been charged to care for. Even with a casual glance one would be able to discern the high level of anticipation and nervousness that permeated the room.

 

The clatter of a medical tool hitting the ground filled the air, you'd think a blaster had gone off with the way the people in the room responded to it though. The head doctor came to his senses first and moved forward to scoop up the tiny item, but paused halfway down as the hairs on the back of his neck stood up and the his arms erupted in Goosebumps.

 

With a few more words, quick and hushed as they were, the small group evacuated the room. A more silent place couldn't be found in the depths of space. It was the sort of silence that was oppressive, even foreboding.

 

A specter could only dream of moving as the silhouetted figure, which merely appeared from nothing in the doorway. It lacked any color, yet the room would seem to spin as the color was pulled away from it and to Trowa's rapidly forming physical form. It was drawn to him, as a moth to the flame.

 

The scarlet of his flamboyant cape, held around his neck with a jet clasp, was the first of the colors to appear. It was deep, almost like blood yet it didn't hold the same black quality of the oxygen rich, thick, and sticky fluid. His dazzling eyes, with their emerald glow that could be felt all around the person they were set on, were the next to burst into life. His pants, as dark as night, hung low on his hips, exposing just a bit more of his abs as they disappeared into the pants. Something that had caught his attention only moments ago as he was watching himself in the mirror.

 

A smile caught his lips as the light of the sterile room gleamed off of his polished, jade glass nipple rings. The last color to enter into his form, just after the natural tan of his skin, was the deep crimson of the single, long stem rose in his hands. Trowa twirled the thorny flower between his fingers as he looked upon his very own sleeping beauty. A chuckle escaped his lips as he moved forward, more gliding then walking, as it would appear, to her bedside.

 

He let the roses petals touch upon her lips at the same time he spoke, ”œAh, sleeping beauty”¦who needs but one kiss from her prince, to awake her from the eternal slumber that has over come her poor, innocent body. ”œ

 

He trailed the rose and its thorns down her throat at an agonizingly slow rate of movement, letting both the gentle petals caress her and the sharp thorns catch on her exposed neck. When he finally released the flower, it was left lying between her breasts with the tip of the flower touching the mid-point of her neck. Her skin was chilled and despite his love of the cold, he hated to see her in such a condition.

 

Trowa's right hand slid down the side of her body until it rested upon her hip, his left hand was wide open and placed firmly above her head. The light once more caught one of his piercing's as it reflected off of his tongue, when it slipped over his lips.

 

In the next instant he pressed his lips against hers in what felt like the very first time. For a moment he wondered if his heart would escape his chest at this, the most inopportune time. His knees wobbled slightly, but he shifted more of his weight into his hand to keep himself from toppling over onto Shy. Even asleep she was able to cast a spell upon him, she was able to draw out everything negative and leave his mind gasping and grasping for coherent thought.

 

Upon awakening she would feel something similar to the abstract power that Trowa's chaos alterations gave him, for in her slumber he had given her several abilities that many would die for”¦and even more would kill for.

 

 

 

--

 

High above the very expanding compound, on the surface of Roon, construction teams were busy at work. Several new installations had already been completed and many more were on the way. Just like the main entrance to the compound,, the opening for these would be hidden. Only to open in times of peril.

 

__

 

Even higher up, in space, the station neared completion. All that remained was socking it and the final inspection. A stout, squat man would perform the inspection before giving his okay, then it would be launched into Hyper space.

 

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Space Leo's began the long, boring task of transporting space mines and hibernation chambers to their predetermined position. Soon the entry lane for Roon had been cut in half and the hidden exit lane had been all but made useless, except to the agile mobile suits.

[Shy-Ree]

Though swaddled in a cocoon of chill lethargy the very essence of the sleeping lady sensed the encroaching dark caress of his presence, It flooded over and into the pallid lamination that was her flesh. Every last molicule in her body wakened and ached to be pressed against the form that flowed ever forward toward the slumber caught Shy-Ree.

 

A storm raged within her small frame. She wanted nothing more than to rip Trowa toward her and never let him loose from her grip again... but she would not do that. Shy-Ree stayed as silent and as still as death itself. She had previously chased him down with the sole, hell bent intention of collaring what was hers. That past, she would chase him no more. Now had come the time for he to shadow She.

 

There came the silken kiss of a rose upon her slightly parted lips. The honey smooth sound of his voice spread over her barren body and warmed it like nothing else ever would. She breathed, deeply but delicately, as if his words were sustenance for her soul. But her breath caught as the bloom made a tender trail down her neck and mingled with the occasional bitter sweet sting of thorns softly snagging upon her skin. She maintained her corpselike facade. But within the delicate little body there raged a barely leashed passion unlike anything life had previously allowed.

 

And then came his hands, hands that had exacted the most exquisite pain and the most excruciating pleasure time and time again. The slightest touch set loose a relentless longing through the body which struggled valiantly to hold it's still. It was a struggle lost as soon as Trowa's lips lingered upon Shy's own.

 

He had been right. All the sleeping Shy-Ree needed was one kiss. But it was more than merely a kiss. As their mouths met and mingled something deeper and darker than passion tinged the love that passed between the two. Upon her lips it felt as if heaven and hell had fallen together and melded into a sublimely perilous toxin. The potent sensation blossomed outward from her lips to spread rapidly through her. The divine poison raged through and entwined itself into every trembling inch of her body. It filled and fed and fortified and just when she thought she would die from such venomous bliss... Trowa lips released her.

 

After a moment that could easily have been mistaken for an eternity Shy-Ree finally gazed, with ferocious love, into the jewels that masqueraded as the windows to Trowa's soul. And as she came to understand what had just transpired, all the still lying lady could do was soak in the raveshing sight of him. In her mind she knew what had happened and it's meaning. In her heart she felt the ever resonating fire of his love. In her soul she sensed the unseverable bond that now entangled them together. But desite all these concrete assurances there was one thing left that she needed from Trowa. It was a seemingly small thing but more important to her than he might ever understand.

 

She reached up and shyly traced a finger down his jawline. Within Shy a swirling mass of emotion abruptly stilled. It shrivelled away. She glared with stone cold seriousness into the wicked beauty of Barton's soul. "Trowa," came her whisper, "tell me what I need to hear."

[Bad karma]

Trowa tilted his head to the side as Shy traced her finger along his face as he had done so many times before. It felt strange to be on the opposite side this time, but even more strange was Shy's abilities to, seemingly, gather all of her emotion up and simply make it disappear; as if it was never there in the first place.

 

After catching her stony gaze, Trowa closed his eyes and lifted his hand up. He caught her hand and pressed it against his face lightly before releasing it and standing up straight. Trowa gazed down on her, letting her words swish around in his head as he considered not only them, but the entirety of the relationship that Shy and he had gone through so far. He'd been through more with her then any one other person. The emotions she had stirred in him traveled the full range of the spectrum from mind consuming passion to bitter hatred.

 

He briefly recalled the time he spent in the Uncrowned King around Vjun, just after he had her resurrected. It was then that he would have merely called her a bit of an obsession, that was why he requested that she be brought back, but after he left that planet he felt a burning hatred towards her for a time. It had been concealed behind the façade one would come to expect to see on a Sith such as he, but it was there. He hated her to such an extent for what she did to him. If she so pleased she would have been able to break him quicker then any and left him much worse off then any physical battle could have.

 

He had even once, perhaps even twice (some of the details of his life were still a bit hazy after the ordeal he had just gone through, after all.) offered her his name, since she had mentioned not having one of her own. And each time someone interrupted at a most inopportune time. He had wanted to ask her again for a long time, but the thought of rejection weighed heavy and even stirred up a bit of fear inside of him. He imagined it would be like a razor sharp icicle through the heart at the first moment, then it would progressively get worse and worse as the seconds ticked by.

 

Trowa shook the thought from his mind, now was not the time or the place. He took her hand once more and pressed her palm flat against his stomach. ”œThis belongs to you”¦”

[Shy-Ree]

In all of her lives Shy-Ree had never known that such harrowing sublimity could be found in something as simple as a kiss. And in all her deaths she had never endured a sting quite as crippling as the one that wrenched at her heart as that kiss was broken. She unchained her emotions and sank deeply into them. They overflowed and flooded outward, enveloping Trowa in the rawest and most malevolent of loves that ever could exist.

 

As Trowa's face pulled away, the fingers of Shy's right hand came around to embrace the clawed stem that still laid in the satiny valley of her chest. Her eyes never once left Trowa's as she lifted the offering from her breast. She rolled it's velvety petals delicately across her lips.

 

In a movement that was sudden, yet as soft as the petals of the rose in her grip, Shy was sitting, legs dangling over the bed, before Trowa. Her thighs spread slowly open as her right hand slid down his chest. She traced a fingernail down to his stomach. There, the nail dragged playfully around his navel. Shy smiled slightly as his stomach tensed under the slight attack. Her finger then continued it's agonizingly slow trek southward until it slid down into top of the pants that seductively hugged Trowa's hips.

 

With her finger hooked into the front of Trowa, Shy-Ree reeled him in and pulled him closer with her embracing legs. Her arms too, wrapped around him. Behind Trowa, the fingers of Shy's left hand gently gripped the stem of the rose just under the bloom. Her right hand was wrapped firmly about the stem's opposite end. She smiled wickedly into Trowa's soul as she pulled the stem forward to press across his back. The thorns latched into his flesh and she raked the stem upward with a sadistic leisureliness that she knew would drive him mad.

 

Before a sound could escape his mouth Shy's lips mashed hungrily upon his. Her tongue pried open his lips, found it's prey and swirled together with it. The thorns continued to rip up Trowa's back.. all the way to the base of his neck. With an ease that might be mistaken as practiced, Shy brought each end of the stem forward from behind Trowa. Her fingers worked deftly, as if they had minds of their own, to tighten the stem around his neck. Once it was in place she very carefully slid the cut end of the stem up under the choker that now clawed deep into Trowa's throat.

 

Shy withdrew from the sweet scorch of their kiss. Her fingers slip up under his chin to shoved his head upward slightly. She smiled warmly at the sight of the collar of thorns that now adorned her love's neck. The rose, itself, was situated at the front of the collar. Shy leaned closer and inhaled it's heady perfume once again until a dark shimmer caught her eye. A tear shaped blot of blood trickled slowly down Trowa's chest. It's trail lead back up to a thorn that had ripped particularly deeply into his neck. Shy kissed the jewel of blood from his chest and looked up into the emerald of Trowa's eyes. She ran a finger along Trowa's collar, not entirely sure if he understood what it implied. Question shimmered within the violet pools that were Shy-Ree's own eyes as she gazed into Trowa.

 

 

(( rushed and unedited, enjoy the sp errors & the such ))

[Bad karma]

Trowa stepped into the hanger bay of his super secret under ground compound that only bad ass dudes possessed because his writer said so. He watched as several of the larger transports were loaded up and his Mech readied. Two compliments of Leo's and Aries mobile suits were being taken, and two of his Jungle cats”¦as well as his Lyger ground assault vehicle. This would be a good day.

 

He wore a single pair of pants with his dagger hooked to the side at his hip. Today his hair was trimmed short and colored as black as space. His thirst for blood had grown, for it had been days since he had last quenched it. The first three steps of his plans had gone accordingly and now it was time for him to step in and alter the forth step slightly, where he had only planned to let the fun on Coruscant run its course without him”¦now he would be attending it with a compliment of toys that would make even Obsidian Knight Jealous.

 

After a half hour had gone by, the circular exit opened up and allowed three ships, one being ”œThe Tangled Deciet' and the other two being mere carrier ships, exit. They navigated the mine and asteroid fields before making the final jump into hyperspace.

[Shy-Ree]

In the dead of night a small gathering of forms made their way through the secret darkened passageways of the compound.

 

At the head of this group were two weapon bearing guards. After them came the eloquently gliding form of a woman draped in hood and billowing black cloak. After her were two more females, in their respective embraces were each nestled a contently sleeping child. Two more sets of guards brought up the rear of this group.

 

Through the near lightless channels of the compound they strode in complete silence. The group moved ever forward with all stark solomness of a funeral possession through the underground labrynth.

 

Eventually they came to a hangar bay. A ship was ready and waiting. The first guards halted at the base of the docking ramp and watched as the ladies and children boarded. Once they were aboard the guards too strode dutifully into the belly of the ship.

 

Moments later the vessel blasted out of the ground and soared at a lazy angle up into the star spangled embrace of Roon's heavens.

 

As the ship passed over the ebon expanse of ocean, Shy-Ree ordered the pilots to hover the ship over the endless shivering waters. Once the ship was still she stepped into a narrow elevator shaft that took her up through an airlock. She emerged on the top of the ship, the wind whipped her cloak wildly about her small body as she inhaled deeply so that the free air might fill her soul.

 

There in midnight atop a hovering ship Shy-Ree drew out her lightsabers. She activated them. One Jedi saber blazed to life, it's emerald blade achingly reminding her of Trowa Barton's beautiful eyes. It seemed an eternity since she'd gazed into them.

 

The second saber hissed to life, it's scarlet blade as brilliant as the passion and the hatred that was poured into it's creation. She smiled a bit, recalling that the only reason she forged the Sith saber was to kill the very same Trowa Barton that she now loved maniacally.

 

Shy's eyes closed and without further reminicence crossed the blades before her chest. In a split second she flung the lightsabers out from her body and released them. The weapons spun through the near absolute dark, their whirling blades became dual disks of light as they soared away and finally disappeared over the ship's edge. Once she could no longer see them it felt as if a tremendous weight had been lifted from Shy's shoulders and a terrible darkness had left her soul. The supple curves of her chest heaved upward as she once again drew in the invigorating sea air.

 

One of her hands slid down the front of her blouse and pulled out a chain upon which twin rings dangled. She ripped the thin chain from her neck and let the jewellery rest in the palm of her hand. Shy's teeth clenched and she swallowed down the sorrow that tried to find escape. "Perhaps in the next life..." she whispered as she stared down at what would have been she and Trowa's wedding bands. Before she could change her mind she closed here eyes tightly and tossed the rings over the edge of the ship. Her hand trembled viloently, fingers clutched tight into a fist as she fended off the overbearing temptation to call the rings back to her hand by way of the Force.

 

Exhale.

 

Her pained breath swirled into the seabreeze and was suffocated by the moonless night. Head bowed, eyes closed, the now emancipated Shy-Ree sank back down into the metal belly of the vessel that would carry she and her children into the future. The ship suddenly lurtched forward again and quickly shrank to nothing against the star speckled sky. When the ship was finally out of Roon's turbulent stratosphere Shy-Ree and her children ceased to exist.

[Bad karma]

Something's wrong

 

None of his employee's looked him in the eye and he only saw those that he knew were absolutely necessary for the job at hand. They were refueling and repairing the cargo freighter that he had borrowed then going to send it on its way. Normally by now he would have a datapad with all the information on things he had missed, yet it was no where to be found.

 

The only good thing about being back, so far, was that his Mech had only just arrived. The ship carrying it had broken down in another system and had to seek repairs. He got into the cockpit and began digging through the things sent back in it until he found a very special box. It contained the necklace he had crafted for Shy-Ree. The thought of her brought a smile to his face as nothing else could. He hadn't opened himself to the force just yet, wishing to surprise her.

 

Once he had spent an ample amount of time with her, he would inquire as to why everyone was acting so strange. From the looks of it, everyone that could had taken their vacation at the same time. Even being distanced from the force, he could feel it trying to tug at him”¦whisper to him that his gut was right, that something was wrong. That he should have never returned, or that he should leave now before fate rammed a dagger into his back.

 

He pushed it all away, opting to ignore it all, forcing himself to ignore it all. He quickened his step through the barren hallways. He clutched the necklace in his hand, feeling the chilled gem and the warmth of the shadow woven necklace portion. His fingers slid over the controls to the door, opening it to see nothing but an empty room. Well, mostly empty. There was a note on the bed and a box with his named marked on it sitting near the door.

 

His gut sank, he feared the worst. His grip tightened on the necklace as he took his first step towards the bed on the opposite side of the room. His feet felt like they were attached to a Star Destroyer each. He could hear each separate beat of his heart as if it were an earth quake whose epicenter was his chest. With a shaking, pale hand he lifts the note and unfolds it. He can smell her on it, her scent so sweet and intoxicating. His emerald eyes scan the note repeatedly, unable to grasp what it says for well over five minutes.

 

His right hand lowers and drops the note, at the same time his left hand slowly releases its grip on the necklace. Both fall to the floor in silence, but the Gem”¦said to be the strongest in the Galaxy, lands on its shatter point sending hundreds of tiny shards out in every direction. The energy released from it goes unnoticed as Trowa tries to fight the red at the edge of his vision. Everything making sense now: His sins being punished in a way that hell could only dream of attempting.

 

His voice is just above a rasp; feral in nature. ”œIf she will not be here, with me, in life”¦then only Death remains.”

[N'vy]

The ship warned the two passengers that it was almost time for the drop of out hyperspace. Rose rolled out of the bed in her room, running a hand through her hair in an attempt to straighten it. Rose pulled a datapad from beneath her cloak and brought up the map she had swiped from the Hutt. It was the map on how to avoid all the obstacles on the way to the planet itself.

 

Once in the cockpit she sat down in the co-pilot's seat as he brought the ship into real space with a flicker of pseudo-motion. What was before them was a scene that not many had every laid eyes upon and even less had lived and left to tell the tale. All sorts of space rocks, ranging from the size of her fist to larger then the ship they were in. Sensors and weapons riddled them and in the distance there was a massive instillation in orbit of the planet. The Ship Yards.

 

A fleet also orbited the planet, but it appeared to be completely inactive. The various defenses were easy to get by with the instructions she uploaded into his ship's console. Once they made it past the thickest portion of the asteroid field, two humanoid Mech's were released from one of the ships.

 

”œIdentify yourself and your business here.”

[Darth Furion]

Julio sat in the seat, watching the mechs float there, pointing the rather large weapons at his ship.

 

This was a lot of effort to get to a planet. Roon. What was it i had heard about this planet? Hmmm...I'll remember it sooner or later.

 

He wasn't too worried about the mechs. If she knew how to get around the giant asteroid field and knew that the fleet was harmless, then she probably knew a way around the mechs. He sat in his seat uncomfortably nonetheless. He gave here a sideways glance.

 

"You know, i haven't asked you a whole lot about your choice in planets to hide at, but, this one does seem a bit ominous. Is there someone specific you're meeting on the planet, or are we just gonna chill out for a while?"

[N'vy]

Without looking towards him, she spoke in a low voice almost as if she thought someone, or something was listening to their every word.

 

”œThere is a reason I chose this planet and I am not here to hide.”

[Darth Furion]

For a second he didn't the doors wouldn't open, letting his heart race with the prospect of death. Landing, he calmed himself.

 

"Yeah....great place."

 

They left the ship. He looked around the for some clue about the place. Metal walls. Metal ceiling. Metal floor.

 

I hate places like this. Being enclosed. Barton, who the hell.

 

He stood there, waiting for the apparent host of this compound. Something was unsettling to him. Something felt unnatural. The planet suited N'vy well.

Some men showed up to escort them somewhere to wait for the host. As he was leaving the hanger, something flashed across his mind.

 

A dark place. Something like a cave. He heard some sort of movement. Like skittering. He turned around and saw a set of red eyes coming from the darkness. He heard some sort hissing. As he turned around, he came back to the hanger.

 

He stood for a second, trying to figure out what happened. He stared blankly into the hanger. N'vy looked at him, giving a confused look.

[N'vy]

Rose followed the two soldiers quietly, taking in the surroundings of the place. Her eyes scanned every inch of the place, from the A-wings near the command center to the large humanoid figure that was covered by a large tan tarp. She hadn't noticed when Julio had become distracted himself for but a moment, but she did notice the chance of scenery.

 

Things weren't so bleak and dismal once they arrived in the next portion of this underground compound of sorts. More people, even a few kids rushed about here and there in what appeared to be a market place. This ”˜compound' was larger then she had expected if it had a market place so large within it, to support the populace. The hutt had only mentioned that it was an underground living facility with a few labs”¦obviously he had acquired dated information for her.

 

They moved past hundreds of people, various hanging herbs, and a water fountain positioned in the center of the area before they arrived at an elevator of sorts that moved at a horizontal angle. Their escort slide a key into a slot and Rose cast Julio a side ways glance as they did, curious just where they were going. The door opened to reveal a ten by ten room for them to stand in.

 

__

 

No one spoke during the entire three minute ride. The doors opened up to reveal a large office with a man sitting behind the desk, listening to classical music with his eyes closed. Two chairs were in front of his desk, as were two glasses; he had been expecting them. He looked to be a tall man, but he was very pale and his skin was quite taut upon his skull. His eyes were almond shaped and when he looked up at them it was as if he was able to see through them, to read their every secret upon their faces.

 

”œCome, sit, I was wondering I you would ever return”¦Rose.”

[Darth Furion]

He was escorted through the compound. The inner part looked much more like a small town than a large military compound. They arrived at their destination and were escorted to an office where a rather pale man was awaiting them. He was listening to some rather slow music.

 

Damn, I hate this music. No beat. I can't feel this music.

 

There were two glasses on the table.

 

Are they for us? Where is his drink?

 

"Come, sit, I was wondering if you would ever return...Rose."

 

The man gestured toward the seats setting in front of his desk.

 

"Actually, I think I'll give you two a moment. I'm going to go check out this compound, if that's fine with you Mr..."

 

"Mortati, and by all means, make yourself at home."

 

Julio left the room and was greeted by the two guards that had escorted him earlier. He got into the little speeder, heading toward the market square. He got out of the speeder, and to his surprise the guards got out and lined up beside him.

 

Oh goody, I get guards to keep me from being stupid.

 

He made his way to the weapon shop, passing several little clothing and food shops until he got to the weapon shop. He strolled into the weapon shop, guards hot on his tail.

 

"Greetings sir, and how may I help you?"

 

"How good at you are making modifications?"

 

"Well, that entirely depends on the modifications you require."

 

"I had two jobs for you. One, I need you t equip my blaster with a silencer. If at all possible, I would like that to be inside the blaster itself, so it can remain small in stature."

 

"Uh...sure, I suppose I could do that. And the second?"

 

"Well, I need you to connect these riggings to my neural implant to extend at a thought."

 

"That is....a bit beyond my expertise. You may want to talk to Mr. Tenki. I believe the fine gentlemen escorting you know where he is."

 

"Okay, I'll leave the blaster with you then?"

 

"Sure, I'll have it done in an hour or so."

 

"Thank you, i'll be back in an hour then."

 

He left the shop and the guards shuttled him to an area outside of the merchant square. This area looked more like the hanger bay, but had more of a science lab feeling to it. When the shuttle stopped, he was lead through some doors, some security clearances were checked, and they were taken to a man in a long white coat.

 

"Ah, yes, I was expecting your arrival. Joran told me of you had a small project for me."

 

"Erm...hello. Yes, my name is Julio, and I would like you to take a look at my weapon riggings for me."

 

Julio lifted up his sleeves and removed the riggings on both arms, being careful to remove the vibroblade still attached to the left one.

 

"Hmm...nice design. I haven't seen anyone use these in a while."

 

He inspected them thoroughly, checking the cylinders and bolts, making sure everything was as it should be. They were rather simple, really. Small sensors located near the elbow for the release, and a small noon-combustible gas cylinders to project the item attached to the rail.

 

"And what was it that you wanted me to help you with Mr. Julio?"

 

"Well, I was hoping that you could replace the sensors with a link to my neural implant. As they are now, they are effective, but a bit too slow for my taste. I was hoping that connecting them to my implant, they would go faster."

 

"Well, that seems simple enough."

 

His arrogance filled the words so that they stung Julio's ears.

 

Easy, I'll show you easy. Cutting you down would be easy. Disposing of these two dim witted guards would be easy. If it weren't for that sly little fox in there.....

 

Julio just gave a grateful smile. Causing violence here would be a mistake. He knew that the guards were more than proficient with their rifles. Julio was saddened by the thought of not getting to test the riggings full functionality to their full extent for a while. There didn't seem anyone on Roon to stir up any trouble. Tenki had the project finished in a few minutes.

 

"There you are." he said with a smug sense of pride. He clearly showed his happiness at completing this job. As if he had achieved some great goal.

 

"Thanks a lot."

 

Julio reattached the vibroblade to the one on his left and strapped both back on. He closed his eyes and found the commands loaded into his implants. The blade came out as fast as he thought about it. Not a split second between thought and action.

 

"Nice." Julio couldn't help a small smile reach his lips.

 

On that note, Julio turned and headed back to the speeder. By the time he got back, the blaster should be done.

 

I wonder what that little minks is up to. And what is up with that man. He looks like he's about to fall over. He clearly hasn't seen the light of day in some time.

[N'vy]

”œTake a seat my girl, would you like a drink?”