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Mjan strolled down the boarding ramp, his Jedi Robes shed long ago and the Robes of his former Order adorned beneath a dark cloak. He gazed out across the horizon, his golden eyes glimmering in the sunlight. He felt a tad bit awkward to Nia after her reaction to his touch, but had often heard of Twileks and Togrutas being similar in fashion, as touching their Lekkus and Montrols were considered an intimate act. If that was the case, then he had certainly crossed a line and would find time to apologize later. But for now, the mission was at hand.

 

Listening to Beth explain the procedures to Nia, Mjan stayed to the back cautiously with his hand holding down the top of his cloak to hide as much of his tendrils and crimson skin as he could. Even as secretive as his species had been in keeping their existence unknown, he had to be careful on the off chance that someone on this world knew of them and recognized him for what he was. Walking up behind Beth and Nia casually, he spoke just loud enough for only them to overhear him. "It would probably be best if we also acquire something to cover my face. You hardly see one of my kind out this far from Sith Space, and if you do, it could cause unwanted attention."

 

That, and if someone who held close dealings with his father or knew who he truly was, this mission could become jeopardized. After all, it's not every day that a Royal bastard is within your midst. It's why he went by his Father's name of Sadow, rather than exclaiming to all that he was a descendant of Adas. "Once we're established Nia, I want to take a moment to evaluate you. If we're to begin your training properly, I need to gain a feel of your current knowledge."

 

That said, Mjan walked away from the group and chose to stick to remaining as much out of sight as possible. As he did, Rose approached the group, the Elder Twilek tossing her arms across Beth and Nia's shoulders. "Now the fun begins." She spoke with a quick chuckle before heading off to haggle for supplies, turning to give a nod to Mjan before walking completely away. She was one of the only two who knew that Mjan was of royal blood and what it would mean if he was truly found out.

 

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Nia smiled thankfully  at Beth for explaining.

 

"I am out of my element. I am not... great with people."

 

She watched Hotep and the trader discuss a deal, observing their body language and the casuality with which they conversed. She wasn't envious, merely curious. Before she could respond to Beth's question, though, Mjan approached them, speaking of his heritage, and to her of her evaluation. She nodded, turning to face him.

 

"Of course, Master. I look forward to it.". She looked back to Beth "To answer your question, just be more conservative with-"

 

She was interrupted again as am arm was draped around her shoulder, and she nearly jumped out of her skin as she jerked away. After taking a moment to gather herself, she orrected her posture, ooking at the Twi'lek.

 

"Apologies. I am not one for physical contact.

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Not caring at all for royal blood, for she herself was a bastard, Beth stood near the young apprentice as the burly Twi’lek walked away. Beth nodded to the girl. 

 

“Solid copy on that Nia. I’ll follow your lead if you ever need a hug or anything. I think we got off on the wrong foot, and that’s my fault.” She jerked her head towards the bazaar, near where the alliance pilots were haggling with the starship dealers. 


“For now, let's see if we can get you outfitted in flight kit. Are you hungry at all?” 

 

She motioned towards the vendor stalls that sold everything from old imperial flightsuits to prepackaged rations, all likely salvaged from downed star destroyers over the decades. They looked cheap enough, and Beth held up a credit chip. "You game Nia?" 

 

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As Nia and Beth walked away, Mjan stayed close to the shadows, careful to suppress his presence as much as possible. Rose, however, gathered most of the supplies she felt that the group would need including rations, weapons, hygienic products, new identifications, the works. And as usual, after batting her eyes and flaunting herself, she came out with a few credits to spare without touching what they would need for their ship. 

 

About an hour or so had passed when she returned to gather Mjan and the two disappeared back aboard the ship. When the two emerged, Mjan looked almost completely different. Aside from his usual four digit hands and golden eyes, he wore a new flight suit, second hand of course, sporting a small vibro-dagger and a T-21 hanging from his shoulder. But the most drastic change was his face, hidden by a well placed flex-mask that gave him an uncanny human appearance that could vaguely distinguish him from Beth. As the two walked up to Beth and Nia, Mjan half expected them not to recognize him, at least at first, which was the point.

 

"Nia." Mjan spoke, his familiar voice giving him away as he handed her a new identification card that was left blank to place a name of her own choosing. "Rose has a surprise for us. Come. You as well Beth."

 

There was self evident excitement in Rose's expression as she led the group toward the outskirts where a large ARC 170 sat in almost near mint condition. Aside from a few scorch marks as well as some scratches to its undercarriage, it still held it's original coat and even the Republic Insignia it was designed to adorn. Excitedly waving her arms about Rose gleefully spoke. "Ladies, and gent." She made sure to single out Mjan in retrospect. "I present Vao's Prize." Of course, named largely after herself as usual, but given Rose, it didnt surprise Mjan.

 

Ignoring Rose's rambling about the overall history of the ARC 170 line as well as the history of Vao's Prize as he pulled Nia to the side and left Beth subject to it, Mjan spoke plainly. "I know its customary to called your Master 'Master', but from here on out, we have to be careful. I've taken the name Sado Krayt and the file places me as an Ex Imperial Lieutenant and gun for hire. I left your's blank for your own choosing, but your file will state you as an missing orphan originally hailing from your homeworld. That way, if we ever do get caught, you can play dumb and likely receive leniency." Mjan smiled, noting not to touch her this time, as his familiar smile managed to pierce the veil of the flex-mask he wore. "Are you okay with this?"

 

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Nia smiled softly at Beth's offer.

 

"Thanks, I will keep you in mind if I ever need one. Though I think I should take you up on food. I haven't eaten since before I was on Nar Shaddaa."

 

She followed Beth to the Bazaar, staying behind her while she bought the food. There was still so much she didn't know- she'd tthought her stories and her research would prepare her  for the galaxy, but she'd been an planet after planet now and not one had been anything like she'd thought. She'd thought Ord  Mantell was full of treasure hunters trying to get rich quick with treasure lost in wrecked starships. But all she saw here were hard working salvagers selling honest goods.

 

When Mjan arrived, she barely noticed at first, until he spoke and she jumped, startled. As he explained their roles, she listened aptly.

 

"I appreciate it. I have questions regarding what we will do here, but they can wait until we are in private. And I would like to hear the story behind the fighter when I have a moment if that's possible."

 

 

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Beth was snacking on a fruit of unknown origin when the Jedi knight ran up to take them back to the ship bazaar. Beth tossed the core aside and followed at a distance, using her datapad to type out a quick message to Hotep and the rest of the old Templars to gather them up in one place. There was no reason to be dispersed. Hotep and the rest acknowledged, and Hotep confirmed that he had purchased three flights of X-Wings as well as a carrier ship. Probably used the last of the Templars funds but Beth did not much mind the idea of it. 

 

Hotep came jogging up after them as they got to the ARC-170. Beth was shaking her head with a degree of laughter at the whole idea of using a vessel older than a hundred years, but there was little hope in dissuading the weird Rebel that such a thing was likely useless. Perhaps with a flight of them, they could make fighterbombers a thing again. 

 

She endured Rose’s ramblings and when they were finished she smiled. 

 

“Then we should buy a flight of them. 12 with an additional replacement ship for parts. Alongside the 3 flights of X-wings Hotep purchased we could actually be effective.” She turned to the shipdealer and inquired on the price of 12 additional derelicts. 

 

She waved down Mjan again and gave him the full report. 

 

“Master Jedi, we have acquired an additional three flights of X-wings and a derelict Quasar Fire-class bulk cruiser. It is in much need of repair and crew, but for now the starfighters are being loaded aboard in orbit, and the flight system slaved to the corvette. If we can acquire the additional ARCs, we should be clear to head to our objective.”

 

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Mjan nodded his head with a smile at Nia, both likely still getting used to the Tsis looking so closely to that of a human thanks to the flex mask, though his golden eyes still were warm and caring. "Understood. We will talk about whatever you wish when we have the time."

 

Just as Mjan and Nia had finished speaking, Beth approached and offered a suggestion that Mjan could already tell was gleaming Rose's eyes like a star struck fan girl and with a chuckle, Mjan nodded his head in approval. "Sounds good to me Commander, as well as Rose it seems. The Clone War Era ships would definitely help us play off our original ties for certain and it's a solid plan." Mjan spoke over Beth's shoulder to Rose who's eyes glistened with stars. "Get 'em Captain." 

 

With a jump, Rose's arms, as well as her entire Twilek form flew into Beth's with more giddy than teenage angst before she took off to hunt down new leads. Mjan shook his head and offered his apologies, knowing full well that if anyone could locate them, it would be Rose. And oh how right he was.

 

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Zalis sat and thought through the next few steps within her office. Deep down, she knew that the next steps were critical for the survival of Black Sun for future endeavors, but it didn't make them easier to officially act upon. Letting out a sigh, she put down the datapad that showed the progress of Project Titan and placed it next to her drink. A male Twi'lek eyed her as if wanting permission to engage in conversation with her. The awkwardness of the situation was made easier upon the few droids in the room that were packing things into a few suitcases for her. After a moment passed by, she finally looked at him and let out a very loud and annoyed sigh. 

 

"Yes Serfilut- you may speak."

 

The Twi'lek clearly got slightly uncomfortable upon being given permission, and because of it took a few seconds longer than what Zalis wanted him to in speaking up. "Well... You've spent the last few weeks working very hard to push the local owners inline and getting them used to your... Vigos, that I can't help but wonder if you plan to be more... hands off." Slowly, he began to fidget with his fingers. A tick that Zalis picked up on rather quickly. Most people had a nervous tick, and somehow around her recently, many people starting showing them more often than normal. 

 

"Yes. But not in the sense that you're used to. Locally, all systems that belong to Black Sun will now be in direct control of their Vigos, while I will continue to provide... a more legitimate front to the rest of the galaxy. Expect for Remus to be the one whom you report to. But... for credits and other business you can still approach me directly." It was a slight lie, but one that Serfilut would never pick up on until it was too late to change course. He would be stuck by the time anyone found out the true grand scheme of Black Sun. It was apart of the long term goal that she had been laying the ground work for for over three years. Even Delta had no clue what was truly in store for the galaxy. As of right now, only her and Remo knew, and the droid's programing was still kicking in to fully see everything. 

 

Not wanting to have any further conversations, she stood up and waved her hand at Serfilut. "You are dismissed. Continue with Project Alimony and report to Remus when done." She then snapped her fingers at the droids packing her things and waved them out of the room. She needed to get to the forefront of Project Titan soon. 

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Nia was lost in the haze of conversation. She didn't know what a Quasar-carrier was, though she knew vaguely what an x-wing was. An ARC-170 was more in her comfort zone, an old ship with a storied career in the Clone Wars. Still, it wouldn't do her any good to zone out, or to become lost in thought. She'd have to learn this talk if she wanted to fit with their story. 

 

She was silent for a while, searching for the words to what she wanted to say, but she didn't even know what that was. So she settled for silence, waiting to speak until spoken to. She was, however, itching to explore the city they'd landed at. It was her first time on a world other than Glee Anselm with time to spend exploring, and she wanted to make the most of it. She refrained, however, since she knew they were there on a mission, and she had no way to keep in touch yet. She'd have to raise the issue later.

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“Ok boys, it's time to pack it up and head out.” 

 

She laughed at Rose and giving her a brief hug back, made a spinning motion with her hand towards the scattered Rebel alliance pilots and technicians. Beth looked over the collected group as they prattled off their finished assignments and informed her of their other leads. 

 

They had successfully provisioned the ships with both fuel and consumables, new crew had been hired, a myriad of fake holo IDs had been purchased, and several large crates of old orange flight suits that predated the Galactic Alliance. Not to mention the several full flights of fighters and fighterbombers and their provisions. 

 

They packed their things to head to the target system of Bakura


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Rebel Alliance Task Force Silence

- Assigned Callsign - 

Sentinel 

Corvette Maelstrom

 

Menace 

Empty

 

Ghost 

Empty

 

Traveler 

1 Quasar Fire-class cruiser-carrier

Loadout

2 Light turbolaser Batteries

Advanced Engine system

Attached Squadrons (4)

Templar (Assigned PC Beth Andromina)

12 - T-65XJ3 X-wing starfighters

Loadout

6 Proton Torpedos

6 Concussion Missiles

4 Medium Laser Cannons 

X-Caliber (Assigned PCs Mjan Sadow Iv-Adas, Nia Doarr)

12 - T-65XJ3 X-wing starfighters

Loadout

6 Proton Torpedos

6 Concussion Missiles

4 Medium Laser Cannons 

Hawbat

12 - Aggressive ReConnaissance-170 Fighterbomber

Loadout

2 Medium Laser Cannons

8 Proton Torpedos

2 EMP/ION bombs slung on the wings,

Heavy Sensor/Scope jammers

Wind

12 - RZ-1 A-wing interceptor

Loadout:

12 Concussion Missiles

2 Laser Cannons

Jamming cluster

 

 

 

 

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As Rose went off to find the rest of the ARC-170s and Beth began to gather the group, Mjan turned to Nia. " If there is anything you want to gather before we leave, now would be a good time to do it. We've got a few hours until we depart, and now that I resemble near-human, I can tag along if you like. May give us a chance to talk and get some trinkets." Mjan ended his words with a smile. Just before Beth departed, Mjan yelled to her. "I've got a few personal supplies that I need to gather before we leave, and Nia may tag along. So we'll meet back here around 0-1800?"

 

With that, Mjan turned back to Nia and offered her the lead.

 

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Nia nodded, thinking. She'd left most of her belongings at home- she didn't travel with much. A spare change of clothes, her father's lightsaber, a datapad, and a credit chip that was running dangerously low on funds. She didn't need much else- she had never been one for extravagance. Even now, the most she wanted was to explore.

 

"I do not need anything, thank you. I'd like to explore a little bit, if that's alright with you, though. I've never been on a planet other than my home world long enough to do so. Especially above the water. I've never even been to the settlements on Glee Anselm that are above the ocean's waves."

 

She didn't touch on the concerns she wished to raise- there would be time for that. But for now, she wanted to enjoy herself. It was an odd feeling- She'd always been content to sit in her home and endlessly research new topics, but now that she was out and about in the galaxy, all she wanted to do was explore. She'd not even touched her datapad since she'd left home other than to keep in touch with her mother.

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Mjan nodded, offering his outstretched arm for her to take the lead after he handed the girl a spare credit stick with a well rounded balance of funds just in case she needed or wanted anything as they explored. With a chuckle, Mjan spoke. "Here's a good fill of creds, just in case."

 

After they were a bit away from the group and still a distance back into town, Mjan began to speak. "Tell me Nia. What do you know of the Force and how much of it has been taught to you? I'm trying to gauge your potential as well as your skills before our mission begins. It'll make it easier for when we arrive at Bakura to focus on what areas you need training in the most." Mjan gave her plenty of time to speak, walking rather slowly with his fingers intertwined behind him. But as they reached the edge of the township, Mjan brought up one of his single digits as a sign of gushing now that they were in earshot of anyone who could blow their cover.

 

The few personal things that Mjan had to gather were mostly medicinal herbs, a batch of bacta, and a few other minor necessities that Rose had forgotten. Taking his time, Mjan gave Nia a chance to browse around, possibly finding something from her homeworld that she may come across or something new that caught her eye and drew her curiosity. Even Mjan found a small flute like instrument that he held no qualms about buying, and soon placed it within his satchel.

 

Once it drew close to meeting up with Beth and the others, Mjan tapped Nia on the shoulder and pointed toward where the others were beginning to gather. With a smile, Mjan spoke. "Its time to head back. Got everything?"

 

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Nia was, undoubtedly, excited to have the opportunity that she did. Ord Mantell was full of old ships, with ancient battlefields and ruins dreadnoughts. It was almost a step into history. But when she was asked her approach to the Force, she hesitated. Her father had taught her little. Most of what she knew she knew from studies and what came from inside her. Even then, she struggled to put it into words.

 

"I know little of the Force. Only that it binds every living thing. And to me, that means severing those bonds through violence is an afront to the very being of our galaxy. Which brings me to what I wanted to speak to you about... I have concerns over what we are doing here. If we train Bakura's people to fight, who's to say they won't use that knowledge after we leave to become tyrants themselves? And if something like that were to happen, are we, the teachers, not just as responsible as those we taught? Either for misjudging their character or teaching them to begin with? Is every death they inflict not our responsibility to prevent?"

 

She was quiet for a moment before continuing, quieter this time.

 

"You are, of course, my master. And if you command me to teach warfare, than I will. But I feel... I feel that my path is elsewhere. I can't explain it. I don't know how."

She bowed her head. She had a crushing fear that she would be expelled from the order for speaking of their decision like this. But she'd rather be home, on Glee Anselm, a shadow of what she could be, than to quietly ignore her morals and convictions.

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Mjan smiled at Nia briefly as she finished her words, a subtle kindness in his golden gaze before a full onslaught of laughter took hold of him, their distance between the town as well as Beth and her group too far to even be noticed by anyone but her and Mjan. Tears formed in his kind eyes and he apologized just as quick as he wiped them away and placed a hand upon his pupils shoulder as his gaze grew back to a semi-serious form.

 

"Nia, you forget who I am, what my very existence here proves." Mjan's words spoke of his own heritage, a Sith Jedi where his very nature conflicted his own outlooks. Removing his hand from her shoulder out of respect, he shifted his gaze toward the others. "My people have always been able to touch the Force, and because of it, fell to their nature within in, just as the Dark Jedi who migrated to our world after the Great Schism."

 

"The Order I was raised under, The Sorcerer's of Tund, are a secret sect of the Sith species, whom like my Master, taught that the Force is neither light nor dark, only the hearts of those who wield it defining the nature of it within themselves." Mjan spoke, memories of his time before the Jedi and of Master Aira fluttering to mind as he reminisced to his own tutelage as a Padawan not the very long ago, even if it felt like ages. "If it wasn't for the Jedi, or even my former Order, the dark nature of the Sith within me would have forged me into your enemy rather than your teacher."

 

His gaze shifted back to Nia, tears of sorrow filling his eyes as his words reached home in his own heart. "We are Jedi, pillars of Light standing against the Dark. But if we stand alone, the Darkness will eventually consume us. So we teach others to defend themselves, to bolster our numbers not just in those who are sensitive to the Force, but even in those who aren't, aspiring hope where hopelessness thrives."

 

"If we worry about the nature of someone, allowing the fear of teaching the wrong student blind us, then that hope is lost." Mjan wiped the streaming tears across his flex-mask, repositioning it in doing so to keep his human like appearence. "The hope I found in the Jedi would never had touched my heart."

 

Motioning for Nia to follow, Mjan allowed her to reply briefly, the time of their departure growing near. Beth and the others were surely had acquired everything they needed for Bakura. But as they grew near, Mjan noticed a disturbed look on Rose's face. Asking his Captain what was wrong, she frowned and spoke of one of the ARC-170 giving out unusual readings and that she needed to test it out, but the others were busy transporting the remaining ones, so she needed Mjan and Nia's help. Mjan shook his head with agreement, but looked to Nia for her own confirmation.

 

For Rose to run a full diagnostics on it, it meant a test flight in zero grav. It would be the only way to truly understand what the readings were giving, and it wasn't something he was sure his Padawan would be comfortable with. She would have to decide this herself.

 

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For the first time since leaving Glee Anselm, Nia doubted herself. She'd always been unsure of her place, but she knew she had the connection to at least warrant her presence. Seeing how her comment had affected her master, though, she was hit with a wave of doubt that this was truly her path. Still, it was a small moment, and she didn't come all this way to be chased off by a wayward reaction. She owed it to her father, at the very least, who's legacy she was here to honor.

 

She bowed her head. He had a different view of the galaxy, which could be attributed to his upbringing. She didn't blame him. And maybe, given time, she'd come to hold that same belief. But she couldn't reconcile teaching others to kill with herself. Maybe he was right, that they weren't responsible if someone used what they taught for evil. Even so, she felt that they should still be cautious, that the blame still fell on them. How many cruel people would never get the chance to be cruel because they were never given the tools? The opposite was true, of course. Perhaps even moreso.

 

Still, she knew that there were more concrete ways to help, even if she didn't know what they were just yet. Maybe in ways like she'd done in the hanger on Nar Shaddaa, healing Beth's wounds. Or maybe as her father did, protecting those whom conflict was forced upon rather than seeking it himself.

 

She voiced none of this, however.

 

When he glanced at her, she nodded. At the very least, simply a test flight wasn't a problem. On its own, it didn't lead anywhere, simply aided whomever piloted the 170 next.

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Mjan could see his Padawan struggling with her thoughts, but this would have to be something she would have to learn through experience. As much as he wanted to express and nurture in her that everything would be alright, he knew that he could not. Such was the way of nature of the hearts of sentients. Like himself before her, she would eventually have to face ther darkness within herself to truly understand the light and what it truly stood for. As she nodded in agreement, Mjan turned back to Rose.

 

"We're in." He spoke, taking in behind Rose as she turned and headed toward the malfunctioning ARC and motioning for Nia to follow as well. It wouldn't take long before they had climbed aboard and Rose was at the helm running preflight checks and readying the elder ship for flight, Mjan taking the moment to point out each of the tasks that Rose was going through and explaining their purpose. When Rose fired the engines and lifted the ARC into the air, Mjan looked at Nia. "Any questions?

 

It would be a slightly bumping ride due to the malfunctioning engines, the small astromech that came along working overtime to keep up with Mjan's superior Officer and leader of his squadron as diagnostics were ran thrice. Mjan, having took the tailgunner's seat so Nia could observe, simply enjoyed the view from his stance as they entered open space and left Ord Mantell behind. But he chuckled softly, Rose's constant cursing enough that he was sure Nia's entire form was surely a completely different shade of color by now. But his chuckle was cut short rather quickly when he felt an unfamiliar disturbance shift across the Force just a Rose told the astromech not to connect some wire.

 

Before Mjan knew it, the stars around them became blurred lines and he felt the shift of hyperspace, unsure of what was exactly going on.

 

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Letting out a heavy breath she held in for a moment upon arrival, Zalis stared at Ord Mantell through the viewport of Nimbus. Her own thoughts swirled through what sort of mess may have transpired since her last time here. Somehow she had expected for the Vigos she left behind to handle business in her absence, but such reports that she read up on during her travel from Titan to here proved otherwise. As she piloted the ship atmosphere side towards Sandorne Palace, a comm hail came in. With an eye roll she answered it.

 

“Ma’am, we were not expecting you back so soon. Vigo Rylan is in the middle of setting up the monthly meeting with the casino owners in 15 minutes. If you’d like, we can have you p-“ Have“ me what exactly? Are you or Rylan even aware of why I’m here? I’m landing in my private pad and will do as I please within my own home, much as I’ve alway done.” With that, she cut the feed. Her emotions now turning to a slow and steady anger at the leadership she left in charge. Not wanting to have the fool Rylan get enough time to prep for her, she quickly pushed the throttle to have Nimbus race faster towards its resting spot. 

 

**** Sandorne Palace Meeting Room ****

 

Dressed in a black and white tuxedo, Rylan smiled as the final guests arrived and found themselves comfortable within their seats. Already glasses of fine sparkling Ryloth wine and trays of assorted desserts were being passed around as a display screen began to show numbers and reports of the last quarter revenue. Rylan himself threw back a glass before standing up to take center stage. He did his best to ignore the comlink that was constantly buzzing from Gwail. Whatever she had to say was something that could wait. 

 

“Gentlemen, may I applaud your efforts to help increase revenue during a time when Black Sun has seen a slight decline in approval ratings from more cite worlds. I’m sure if Zalis was here, she would have a few words to share with you, an-“ the room of occupants suddenly had their own eyes widened and Rylan knew exactly why. A slow turn around revealed Zalis standing behind him. She was in a pure black dress with her hair pulled up and her blues eyes held a fire in them that Rylan had seen a few times before and knew better than to step on her toes at the moment. “The floor is yours, Queen of Vice…” 

 

With her own eyes burning deep into the soul Rylan, she slowly wakes past him and stood before the counsel of casino owners. “Gentleman, what the kark have you been doing in my absence exactly? You think that a two percent increase in revenue is worth a celebration of any kind? What sort of plans have any of you made to capitalize upon the upcoming visitor traffic of the pod races and the arms expo?” There was a quick clearing of a throat before a man, strawberry blonde hair and beard with near black eyes gave a smirking looking stare and spoke up. “You think that just because you gave us a better foundation that you’re in a position to bark out orders. Black Sun’s funding here only helps generate traffic, nothing more. And your survival funds do nothing more than allow me to keep two or three employees on hand. You, sweetheart, are nothing more than eye candy for us.”

 

Zalis stood up to stand straight and narrowed her own eyes at the man. Huesfan, the womanizer who made some vocal protests recently in the casino world that women shouldn't be on the same level when it came to owning recreational facilities. Part of her wanted to rip his groin out where he stood, but she knew better. So she went for playing him. “Why of course. I’m only here to provide you with ideas from someone else. It’s not like I could come up with an idea of hosting a gala event for the arms expo leaders. That would be beyond me.” Huesfan smiled and stood up. “That does sound like an idea worth doing gentleman, one that I heard floating around long before you spoke it. My place is big enough to host it.” Zalis gave a small curtsy with a smile. “I guess you all are dismissed then. Fluanern, can you come up here?” Zalis backed up and watched as people started to leave, but held her arm out to hold Rylan in. As they were leaving, both Fluanern and Gwail entered. Upon everyone else leaving, Zalis began to pace the room looking at her staff. 

 

“Rylan and Gwail. I left you both in charge with the orders to what? I know they weren’t to goof off and allow for the casino owners to get out of control. I believe my words were, ‘Increase Black Sun dominion.’ What has transpired here in my absence is beyond dismal and worthy of consequences.” Zalis withdrew a blaster in her hand openly in front of the three staff. Gwail’s voice spoke up rather nervously. “It hasn’t been bad enough to kill us all over…” Zalis began to laugh and shake her head. “No, no no! It hasn’t been that bad to kill you both over.” She lifted the blaster and shot Rylan in the throat. “Just one. You on the other hand, are demoted. Spaceport duty. Get out of my face you schutta.” Zalis put her blaster away as she began to walk towards Rylan. “Fluanern, You are the head Vigo of Sandorne Palace now. I expect for you to make right what your predecessors failed.” The young Bothan male gave a smile. “No worries Ma’am. I have a few test poisons ready to be tried. Assuming from how the meeting went that you had me watch, you want Huesfan… more compliant?” Zais only smiled at him and nodded her head. Fluanern knew from that what he had to do, so he left the room, leaving Zalis to stand over Rylan’s body. “And you had such a high promise of potential… Too bad you bet your credits on the wrong path.” 

 

Walking out of the room, she saw Fluanern ordering an agent to be assigned to taking care of Huesfan, along with two others that she did not recognize. The holonet was buzzing about some profiteer on Coruscant making progress with a cooperation named Midnight. It had her stop for a second before letting Fluanern know that she would be taking off immediately to Coruscant, as now she has urgent matters to connect with The Midnight cooperation. 

Edited by Zalis Krales

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