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Wrapped in a set of Trowa's clothes, Shy-Ree dismissed the aides for time with her children. When alone, she carefully picked up each child. She eased back to the bed and looked down upon them. Her blackened eyes glimmered with liquid sorrow.

 

Her swollen lips parted a tiny bit then closed. She couldn't speak the words that needed to be said. She shuddered inside and tried to force the words from her constricting throat. Still her voice would not be found. So instead Shy-Ree brought Rath up to her lips and kissed him, then did the same to Rose. She cradled them tightly to her chest though her body was overrun with pain. And the trio stayed that was for a tiny eternity.

 

After that eternity she tried to speak and still could not. She clenched her jaw shut and ground her teeth together in frustration. Shy stood and moved to the door. There she surrendered her children over to the child care aids again. Only then did her voice return.

 

"Care for them as though they were your own. Let no other but their father lay a hand on them." she said gruffy, her voice taught and trembling.

 

She stared into the womens' eyes, her own eyes soft and pleading. Shy leaned down and kissed the babies, whispered into each child's ear then turned abruptly away. She set her feet in motion before doubt could halt her. She walked slowly down the hall and did not look back.

 

She diminished her Force presence and strolled through the compound gathering necessities. Shy lastly retrieved her lightsabers, clipped them to her belt. She then left main sector of the compound. Soon after she Forcefully procured one of the ships from the hangar bay for her own use.

 

She left without so much as a thought backward. She left the planet, easily steered through the mess of asteroids then jumped instantly to hyperspace.

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Trowa raised an unseen eyebrow at the girl. She was showing odd behavior patterns, but at least it was obvious she was not the violent type. He had no idea what he would do with her just yet, what kind of things he would teach her, but he did know in the end it would surely pay off. No one ever suspected the young girl, they were always seen as to innocent and pure to do anything bad, just like Rose would be.

 

He was pulled from his thoughts by the sudden sensation of being all alone on the planet, as if not another single being was with him here. The reason for this quickly appeared, a disturbance in the hanger bay was being reported and Shy was the one causing it. She seemed to enjoy raising hell, as she could have simple walked down there and took any ship of her choice.

 

He down-loaded the security tapes from the hanger using the micro-chip implant in his head. She hadn't taken the kids, which meant she was still here. He let out a slow sigh as her ship lifted off and left for parts unknown to all but her. It seemed one of them was always on the run from one thing or another, it was just her turn this time.

 

He starred at the wall just over the young girls head, his eyes losing focus for a little bit as he was lost in his own thoughts. He had done a lot with his life, but at the same time he had done nothing. How many could boast reaching the Rank of Master among the order of the Sith, gathering their own fleet and agents, all while working to provide for a family

 

"Who am I kidding..."

 

The words slipped from between his lips as the barely moved to allow him to speak. He was unsure if the girl had heard him, but he didn't care. He had said the words more to himself then anything. In all reality he had done nothing for anyone save for the only one that ever mattered to him, himself. Lately he had tried to care for others, and did for a time...but it was hard to focus on others.

 

Trowa began to play with the shadows in the room without even noticing his own actions. His face starred forward, eyes starring at the wall lacking focus. The shadows on the table. Two figures slowly formed, that of a male and a female both dressed as if attending a ball. The detail on the bare was exquisite. After a few moments of the pair waltzing across the table with grace and precision unmatched by mortals, Trowa took note of them.

 

He lowered his hood and watched them for a while, a barely noticeable longing was present in his eyes. He had grown up in a rich Naboo life, but for his last years he had not seen or tasted anything he was brought up around. He wanted to throw himself back into the past, to relive that portion of his life he missed so dearly.

 

All of it had evaporated around him though, nothing of his former life was left. Just the thought of it all left a bitter taste in his mouth, one that no amount of wine or food would be able to rid him off. It was like a permanent stain on his tongue. He shook his head as the shadows on the table dissipated.

 

"They say life is what we make it, what do you think of that?"

 

His tone hinted at emotion, his face showed something was on his mind.

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OOC: Haven't heard a response form Vash for a while.

 

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After receiving the information on their first task, Krishna was more the excited. He was enthralled with the idea of getting off this boat and heading out somewhere he had never been before, see things he had never with held before with own two eyes. Perhaps more kind hearted and enthuastic as necessary, he turned his head towards Vash, angling his head slightly off to the side with a large grin.

 

”œHey, check it! I guess we're going to be partners for the next mission!..”

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OOC: Vash forgot about this.

 

IC: Vash had ignored Krishna while he finished his work. The Slashrat emerged from hyperspace. Vash smiled. The ship appeared to be as good as the day he left it.

 

"We should take our own ships."

 

Vash needed time to find his old weapons, and he didn't want Krishna to see the secrets he had in his ship.

 

"I will meet you on Coruscant. Make contact with Thorpe and I will be along shortly. I may not come in this form, to throw him off. You will know me by my orange sunglasses."

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"Humans, how pathetic."

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Trowa raised an eyebrow towards the girl. He couldn't help but let a faint trace of a grin spread from the edge of his lips at her comment. He could see through her obviously faked emotions, it was the gift of the force, but it was entertaining none the less. Perhaps he could train her to use her gift of innocence to his and her advantage, as well as working on her skills in the art of subterfuge.

 

He stood up slowly, groaning slightly from a sharp prick of pain in his side. He had a job on his mind, but he would not be able to leave the compound in this sort of shape. He motioned for Clari to follow him out of the room. The moved silently through the hallways for a time, in route to the command center of the entire operation. People moved throughout the halls doing what ever job was assigned to them, carrying on their overly pointless lives. He was not quite sure why he even had most of them here, other then to watch over the place when he was gone.

 

"Matter is what makes me real. Tell me, how often have you tried to use your innocent appearance and young grace to get you out of a tight spot?"

 

The pair stepped into the center and Trowa began to pour over the computers looking for which workers had been making more slip ups then the others. Which ones had made one to many mistakes. They would be the one to return his vigor, return his lost will. In only a few seconds he found what he needed. A young man, only recently hired had slipped up five times in the last two weeks. He was up for inspection and now was the time...

 

Trowa turned and without speaking left the room; assuming she would know to follow. She would get used to his personality quirks soon enough. At least, he would hope she would for her sake. She had yet to respond, but he didn't mind. She would in her own time ((Like when I pause for her to post)). He paused in front of the barracks and turned to face the young girl behind him.

 

"Wait here, I will be out shortly."

 

Trowa slipped inside of the room, calling out to the force to mask his presence from the others inside. He quickly scanned the beds to find his target, sleeping snuggly in the beds provided by Trowa's very own cash. Each step was sound-less as he moved to the bed side of the young one. He was very youthful, most likely full of energy. He would serve perfectly. Trowa's scarred hand wrapped around the mans mouth quickly, giving no time for reaction.

 

He instantly set to work drawing out the very life essence of his victim. He did not allow the man the kindness of receiving a quick, relatively painless death, rather he drew it out as long as he could. The figures skin began to crack as the water inside his body seemed to dry up. His eyes went wide for a brief second before they sunk into his skull. The sound of dry flesh cracking and ripping away as a resulting of tightening upon his, now, brittle bones would cause most to vomit. He was lucky it was not to loud, else Clari might lose her lunch...if she had it.

 

After a few moments Trowa walked outside into the brightly lit hallway. His body was in perfect condition, not a scar or scratch upon his near perfect features. He raised a hand and brushed some of his shiny hazel locks back out of his eyes, a grin plastered on his face as he looked to Clari and nodded his head towards the hanger, signaling they would be taking their leave.

 

In a few moments Trowa and Clarisson were on board his personal freighter and heading towards hyperspace. Destination: The Golden Link Casino.

 

((Make your next post in the space thread dc.))

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Curious to the ending, the young man complied still, yet was unsure on how he was to make the rendezvous on Coruscant, being lifted to the planet by the freighter to begin with. Never the less, there would be a way he could acquire some other means of transportation, whether it be public or private, he would make it regardless.

 

”œAlright!.. So, I guess I'll see you there?”

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Vash waited for the Slashrat to emerge from hyperspace. He joined the TIE Defender, sitting in the familiar cockpit at long last. Vash ran his gloved hands over the controls. The ship was in near perfect condition still.

 

It is time to find out exactly what happened to me.

 

At long last, Vash began to read. His Shi'ido eyes moved across the screen of his personal logs with amazing speed. Vash learned a great deal. His joining of Open Sky, his tricking of Tycho Kosk into rebelling against the Republic and the Empire, his days posing as Jidai Geki, and finally his defeat at the hands of a Jedi padawan. That was the hardest to stomach. There was no log for that battle, merely a record that Locke was the last person Vash met with. It wasn't illogical to conclude that was who had slain him.

 

Don't be so foolish Vash. This could be a blessing in disguise. You are fifty years younger now. If the old Vash hadn't been killed you would have fought each other to the death. Now as far as anyone is concerned, Vash never died.

 

If Vash could find a piece of his other self, he would be able to absorb the memories into his own brain. That was the Shi'ido way of dealing with death. The dead never truly died, they merely merged with a new person. But that was a task for a later date. For now, the assassin headed for Coruscant.

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"Humans, how pathetic."

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The small, yet agile ship carrying Trowa and Clari cut down through Roon's atmosphere on the opposite side of the planet from his compound. This side was bathed in majestic lands and lakes. It was ripe with people, people that never dared to go to the other side of their very own planet. The No mans land they called it...only bandits traveled out there.

 

Trowa was quick to take care of what he needed to do, purchasing a few things for himself as well as Shy. He had not felt her presence when he arrived, but this place was his best bet of coming across her. Short of sending her a comm, which he was not willing to do...he wanted her to return on her own time. Once purchasing what he needed he was off again, heading towards his compound.

 

There was a slight pain on either side of his chest, but it was a welcome one. It was not the powerful burning of a wound ripped open in combat, yet it was not so tiny as to go unnoticed. No, this one hurt every time his robes pulled on it and he was starting to enjoy the sensation.

 

The ship was brought into the familiar hanger with minimum effort. Within minutes he was back in his room, after leading Clari to a place of her own. He checked on the twins, making sure they were alright. He had to change Rath, but that was simple. He had changed many diapers before and this was no different. Once finished he placed the two jugs of his purchase on the dresser and lay down for a bit, resting and waiting. He slipped out of his robes after a while, tossing them to the side so that all he had on were his slightly tight pants.

 

He had been so busy lately...rarely taking the time to just sit back and relax. It would appear he had forgotten about one of the most important things in existence...himself. The other, of course, had confiscated his mind and was not allowing him free access to it for the time being.

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-- Encrypted Comm to Trowa Barton --

 

I am interested in placing an order, a large order of varying ... products. I'm also willing to have a ... change of scenery if you get my drift. You can get me on this frequency.

 

Alora

 

-- end comm --

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As her ship neared Roon, Shy took control of it and easily manovered it down to the planet. She called down to inform who she was and was granted clearance to land.

 

Not long after Shy made her way through the compound, new items under arm. She could sense the ones she wanted to see. They all were asleep. Shy grinned and moved immediatley for Trowa's room. With each nearing step her desire to see Trowa grew exonentially. By the time she was at his door Shy felt as if she were on the verge of an animalistic frenzy that Barton would, probably unwillingly, suffer the brunt of.

 

She inhaled deeply then slipped quietly into the room. It took all of her resolve not to rush over and ravage the sleeping man. She stood over him for a second, her eyes drinking in the sight of his half naked body... and it's latest accessories. Accessories she could put to immediate use in conjuntion with the things she'd just picked up on Tattooine. It was almost as if he'd read her mind...

 

Shy reached into the bag she carried and pulled out a couple of those items and carefully clipped them onto Trowa's adornments. She jumped up onto the bed, stood over the man and gave a good hard tug to the leashes connected to Trowa. A suiting wake up call for someone like him.

 

"Honey, I'm home."

 

With a sadistic grin Shy cruelly yanked the leashes harder.

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Trowa's body lurched upward as an electric shock was applied to his body. He was disoriented by the sudden pain, as well as just waking up. He heard Shy's voice before he could see her, then a new pain hit him and caused him to open his mouth in a gasp. His emerald eyes were wide, trying to focus on the woman above him.

 

He was torn on how to feel about her arrival. On the one hand she had returned to him at long last, but on the other she had practicly ripped a large portion of his chest off just to wake him up. He didn't say anything for a minute or too, letting the heavy silence hang in the air for a bit. Still breathing a bit heavily he finally spoke to her, his voice slightly hoarse from lack of use.

 

"...and after I returned with gifts for you. What a wake up call.."

 

Trowa pushed himself upwards so that he was standing on the bed with her. He took her hands in his, even with the leashes in them, and pulled her close. He held her for a bit, not wanting to let her go for fear of her disappearing on him again. It was the last thing he wanted, he wanted her to be with him all the time. He pulled back, exposing the grin on his face. A bit of a chuckle formed in his throat as he spoke..

 

"Missed me, didn't you?"

 

He nodded towards the dresser, her presents sitting atop it. When she turned to look them over Trowa turned around and lifted his arms up over his head, stretching. He didn't know how long he had been asleep, but his entire body was stiff now. He leaned forward a bit, still stretching and waiting for her response.

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'...returned with gifts...'

 

Rage began to rear it's ugly head. Shy caught and instantly crushed it. She took in a deep calming breath then turned back to Trowa. A twisted grin slithered across Shy's face at the completely innocent presentation of his body. Something entirely primal stirred within the deepest, darkest pits of the woman's mind. The sensation squirmed like rabid serpents through her. One of her fingernails traced lightly down Trowa's spine to the waist of his pants. A moment later her hands slid around his hips. She yanked him back against her.

 

"Did I miss you?" she asked quietly as her nails dug deeper into his hips. "You tell me..."

 

Shy shoved Trowa forward onto the bed, jammed her fingers into the back of Trowa's pants and in one fluid yank pulled them right off the man. She tossed them across the room and dove onto him before he could skitter away.

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Out of the pitch black background of space, empty and clear save for tiny pinpricks of starlight, a small vessel dropped out of Hyperspace and materialized in the space above Roon. Like a flaming dart it came hurtling towards the unsuspecting planet; reducing speed rapidly, but still coming in at incredible speeds. A bolt illuminating the night sky with a streak of yellow and brilliant white, like a star fallen from the heavens above surfaced.

 

The ship flew closer and closer to the ground, having blazed around the planet at hypersonic speed. The stolen craft deteriorated rather unexpectedly however, and took even the stoic Aetius by surprise.

 

His pupils widened in the odd moment, as his options strangely became limited. He was quick to brace himself for impact nonetheless, obviously making sure that whatever was in the backpack was protected.

 

An ear splitting bang rocked across the forest terrain, and shock waves burst out in all directions from the epicenter of the crash. Everything fell still and calm once again. Blissful quiet once again filled the air.

 

A new crack of dawn was rising over the scene of the wreckage, casting long shadows across the complex hill-ridden terrain.

 

A hand smashed through the front viewing panel of the craft and shattered the no-longer energy reinforced glass windshield. Moving slowly, the figure of a human male clambered out of the wreck, rolling over the hull and dropping two spans to the hard ground and hitting the floor with a loud thud. Slowly, with a hand to his aching back he tore off his gloves and tossed his bag down into the leaf-filled ground. Surveying his location he grunted, and punched the wing of the useless ship.

 

His journey would not end here though, he had to find the one named Trowa and only the fortress in the distance could have that answer.

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A low rumble began below Aetuis. At first it was like the churning sea, waves crashing onto the shore....but slowly it turned into a roar that would eclipse that of any other beast in the galaxy. It would seem whomever owned the compound below was not concerned with the peace and quiet, or even their ears for that matter. Of course, Trowa had taken special precautions and made sure the sounds of the hanger were cut off from the rest of his place.

 

Slowly two large ground assault vehicles came into view, along with twenty soldiers armed with various weapons. Ten of them carried standard issue blaster rifles, five carried high caliber slug throwing assault rifles, two had shoulder mounted rocket launchers, one had a massive scoped weapon that one could only assume to be a rifle used to pick others off, but the question would arise of what exactly he was picking off. Star destroyers? The last had custom flame throwers on either wrist, the fuel tank concealed from view to keep it from being targeted.

 

They were already arranged in perfect formation. The man with the large rifle seemingly disappeared from the platform as the mercs moved forward. They hadn't seen any action in quite some time, perhaps today they would quench their eternal blood last for a night or two. The mechanical groan from the two GAV's filled the air as they raised their weapons towards Aetuis.

 

Seven red dots appeared on his chest and the ten men with blasters did not have a laser sight...The man with the flame throwers casually walked forward, but kept on eye on his target. The others followed behind him, the ground shaking with each step from the two medium sized mechs.

 

"Tell me, was your life worth crashing here?"

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Surrounded, outgunned, outnumbered; perfect.

 

Aetius considered the question, and then the growing problem at hand. He almost found it laughable at the amount of excitement this whole escalating ordeal brought him. Still, even though he had apparently invaded restricted land”¦ The soldier had invaded restricted space; Aetius' space. Grinning casually as the threat persisted; he took note of the ground-ravaging assault machines that slowly made their way closer, closer”¦and

 

Without a second's breath, Aetius reacted unlike any ordinary creature with his movements almost unpredictable. Erratic as they were, his footing made way onto the flame-handled combatant, quickly enveloping both himself and the enemy's body in an extraordinary lush of crimson. The red targets placed on his body from the shooters were now immediately consumed with a matching affect.

 

"Definitely"

 

The repositioning was swift even though his time was short. Engulfing the soldier in an amorphous synthetic intelligent accessory would definitely render him without option for the time being as he stood upon his head rather benevolently. The extension of the defensive cape was quite impressive and proved a worthy collaborator against the impact of firearms, but Aetius now looked upon the mutinous soldiers ahead.

 

Would they murder their own to solely impede one individual?

 

He would not wait around for the answer, these drawn-out seconds were an advantage but any longer and he would be embedded with enough to halt an army. The seraph of shadows flung from his adversary rather stylishly, gracing the atmosphere with his superior presence. The maneuver was a usual one seeing as such a minor leap lead him so far, soaring into the confines of the rather crammed forest.

 

”œLets see those machines get in here”

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The order went through the comm channel as soon as the man disappeared into the forest that should have been demolished long ago. The two GAV's leveled their guns at the forest and open fire. Their powerful weapons cut through the wood like a weight falling through a wet paper towel. They didn't let up for a good minute, only letting up after that long so they could get a refill on ammo.

 

Two men stepped forward, firing their shoulder mounted weapons. Two separate areas of the forest were practicly uprooted when the massive rockets plowed into the ground. All the while the Ranger in the back of the group was taking his time. He was in no rush, he would take this one out with ease. He loaded the large dart into the weapon and took aim, scanning over the forest. The weapon did most of the work for him as he switched it over to the infrared sensors.

 

He lifted his left hand and recocked the gun, loading a tracer round into the chamber. First thing was first, he would have to light this one up. He decided on taking him out at the knee cap with his first shot. With this one shot he would not be able to escape, it would paint him as a permanent target on the HUD of every man out here.

 

The shot echoed throughout the barren wastelands on the every lasting dark side of Roon. The shot flew true, only off by a half an inch. It hit him just above the knee and splattered harmlessly. Much as a child's paint-ball would. The Marksman popped in a new shell, this one would take him down for good...the figure could only pray that he got him before the others did. They had live rounds...his was only a sedative that would knock him out cold.

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It was inconvenient that Aetius was ill-equipped for combat at this moment. He had only his outstanding responsive and astute talent to feed from. It would seem that the shell that hit him was from the one before; the one who had disappeared from the platform at first glance. It was impressive that he could nail a shot like that in a position such as this, and thusly his entertainment was reduced. These guys proved to be quite stale and lacking of any enjoyment as they simply tore up the forest front before him. Multiple shots ranging from massive ammunition the size of his head to standard shells launched into the terrain, shredding it into insignificance.

 

Unfortunately, the impact pressure that pounded the landscape caught him off guard and sent him stumbling into a more accurate array of firing. Luckily, the shapeless cape took punishment for the bulk of the attack while insignificant ammunition grazed and battered the little covering Aetius adorned.

 

His smile remained while blood trickled from his mouth from the consequence, giving up was not in his nature at all, but how would he reach Trowa ”“ Was he in charge of all this? Or was Trowa a mere prisoner amongst these mongrels? Who knew, but he sought to find out impatiently.

 

He could simply feint death as the moment stood, seeing as the bombardment continue for no apparent reason. Lying motionless would ploy that he was of course taken down and suffering from massive injuries if not dead. Or, he could risk rushing the barrage of ammunition, ending his life through a dim-witted suicidal maneuver. His options were really limiting themselves as time went on. Setting himself up at certain vantage points could work, judging from where the paint had hit him; he had a rather logical input as to where the sniper was positioned.

 

However, eliminating the several foot soldiers would prove meaningless and in bad taste; he was here for the fun of it all of course. Regardless, his sprint throughout the forest resulted in his detour curving back towards the regiments' positioning but in a slightly unexpected destination with a differing intention.

 

Once he broke the exterior of this sides' untouched forest, he slowed immediately while his hands remained in the air and he walked towards them in a casual manner. Whether they shot him on spot without the proper questioning was up to them, from this point he would just have fun with whatever was thrown his way.

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Silence fell over the area as Aetius walked out, hands raised above his head. The ranger casually locked onto the center of his chest and slowed his breathing until it was near none existent. He pulled down on the trigger and let the shot rang out. The man before him was lifted off of his feet and sent backwards into the dirt, unconscious already.

 

 

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Aetius would find himself in a cell when he decided to wake up...someone would be in shortly to question him after he wakes up.

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Throbbing pain in his chest, another associated with such pain was the unbearable headache that followed. He rose from his bearing carefully, evaluating his surroundings. It was dark, unpleasant, and had bars. He frowned rather comically as he further examined his location. It was obvious he was locked within a cell, probably awaiting some from of boring torture, people these days. It wouldn't faze him though; he was still having some form of fun one way or another.

 

”œWhat a shot”¦”

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A small hissing sound filled the air in Aetuis's cell. It was impossible to tell what it was until the door began to slid open, revealing three armed guards and a man in a white Doctors coat. He stepped forward, not a trace of fear in his eyes as the guards followed him. He took in the sight of Mr. Valentine. He began to scribble a few notes down, not looking up as he spoke.

 

"Why are you here...Mr...?"

 

He glanced up and then looked back down to continue his work. What he was writing was a mystery, but it wasn't Aetuis's concern. He had a question to answer.

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A very peculiar man had revealed himself eventually, associated with three guards armed to the tooth. How fun would it be to push forward and rip their lungs from their throat before running rampant along within halls. The thought passed and Aetius rose from his slanted positioned. His eyes remained ecstatic with the exact same bloodied hue, while his posture and movement were more relaxed at the arrival of his latest visitors.

 

”œUnless you are the man named Trowa Barton, this does not concern you.”

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The man glanced up, his glasses falling down his nose a bit as he peered over the clip board. His lips were hidden, but a slight grin formed at the corners of it. It was an unnatural form for his face and crafted a very hideous contortion of pale, wrinkly flesh. Only a second later it faded though, his lips clamping back together as he thought over how to explain to the man just who Trowa Barton was. When he finally did speak, his voice was lower then one would expect for such person.

 

"Trowa you say? He is currently not taking visitors." His tone was mocking. "Though you have come to the right place, he runs this joint you see. He keeps all of us in the life style we've grown accustomed too. I can inform him you wish to speak with him, but don't get your hopes up."

 

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In another section of the compound a cloning chamber opened slowly to reveal an all too familiar figure. The doctors moved about the room prepping everything for him. They had been informed of this odd task by Trowa himself, so they did not argue with him. The quickly set to work on the task before them, giving the man various nanties to compensate for the great loss he would suffer.

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The Slashrat emerged from hyperspace. On the way back, the Shi'ido had reverted back to his normal human form. He had gathered his weapons and clothing from his ship. The assassin took the time to return the clothes Trowa had provided him, and then moved back into the hangar. He fitted his orange sunglasses onto his face, and waited. Krishna was right behind him, and Trowa would be here soon. Vash knew there was no need to search this maze, he knew much about Sith. Trowa would sense his return, and would arrive to get his report at his leisure.

 

After we make our report, I must speak to Trowa in private. I think I will reveal to him some of what I am. I will repay my debt no matter what, even an exiled Shi'ido has honor. But there is no reason I cannot attempt to further my own goals in my service to Trowa. I think he will see the wisdom for a more . . . involved service in his plans on my part. De toekomst begint nu.

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"Humans, how pathetic."

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Landing a few minutes after Vash, Krishna nestled the shuttle nicely between the two vessels, working more on his mechanics as a pilot with these frequent trips back and forth on business. He had fiured to learn sooner then later and found the controls to be rather easy once he read through the entire inflight training manual from front to back.

 

Slowly descending down the ramp provided upon exiting the craft, he stretched his arms high into the air with a bit of a yawn. Between reading, he had slept most the flight, eating sparcely inbetween. Krishna always had to keep busy somehow, having a near limitless energy storage due to his heritage. Often times, he'd bob on his toes and run around for no real apparent reason, if only to help relax his mind from time to time.

 

This was one of those times. Krishna also worked off all that frustration from Thrope's words, racing across the floor pads as quick as possible, scaling the highest vessels and doing backflips off them. Finally, after a good steady workout, he went back tothe shuttle to rinse off, changing back into his normal outfit with a towel hung just behind his neck.

 

”œHey,”

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Considering Trowa was currently occupied dealing with Shy-Ree, another man approached Krishna and Vash. He wore the same jump suit as most of the people in the hanger, but the was an air of confidence about him that let them know he ran the operations out here. When he spoke, his voice was low and to the point.

 

"Evenin' gents. Seems Barton's a bit busy with his lady, you know? I will be sure he seeks you two out when he is finished though. If you care, you can sample a few of our..products."

 

He flashed them a wink and turned to go back to his business. If they needed anything there were various workers mulling about with nothing in particular to do, aside from refueling Vashs and Krishna's ships.

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((Okay, I promise. My last unserious post . Not motivated to post well win your sick ))

 

Ulos and his colleague appeared from the invisibility of hyperspace as sublight engines roared into activation. Manning the controls and sending transponder codes to Trowa's men was the jedi exile, keenly manipulating the stick and multi-tasking as every pilot should. The computers readouts were easily interpreted to a man of his technological caliber, and soon the man was able to gracefully land in the hangar.

 

As the two began to leave the ship, the area around them was filled with the most bizarre thing ever”¦

 

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Ulos's ship was directed towards the large Interdicter cruiser that was in orbit around the planet. A familiar figure waited in the hanger as his ship came in for a graceful landing. He stood still with his hands locked behind his back, a blaster at his side. He knew why Ulos was here and he knew what he was to do, after all he always knew what needed to be done around his place.

 

The man lead the singing pair to a room, where his master lay in wait. He stepped aside showing Ulos and his traveling companion inside. The room was lavishly decorated and had a bar at the opposite end. The man they had come to meet was seated upon a leather couch near the left wall. He stood up, greeting them with drink in hand. He motioned towards the bar if either of them would like a drink.

 

"Ulos...What can I do for you?"

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Jason followed Ulos ignoring the music. He pushed his hat back to get a better view of the place, he let out a long whistle as the entered the room. The room was richly adorned, with leather wine, booze and other things.

 

"So this is the famous Trowa Barton. I heard you sell alot of....candy persay."

 

Jason twitched a bit and sniffed. He dusted away some white powder from his nose. He headed over to the bar and poured himself some spiced rum. He took a swig, and refilled his glass to the brim. He lifted the glass to Trowa, and took another swig.

 

"Heres to lots and lots of candy, and I mean lots"

 

He took another swig to empty his glass.

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