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Tython - aboard the Epoch Wren

"Yeah, I hear you Captain..." Dea'avril almost spat the last word, the Twilek co-pilot zipping her coat on with nothing beneath - she was used the noise of space travel, and had managed to sleep through the entirety of the force storm that raged outside, but once it passed the distinct sounds of electric crackling and voices roused her rudely from slumber.

Those aboard the Phoenix could hear the ship in the next berth fire up it's engines and prepare for departure as she flipped switches, hit toggles, and pulled levers with perhaps more force than they deserved. "I'll start making a few calls..." she said bitterly.

Corvin winced helplessly as the sounds of her treatment of his ship caused his com to sputter in protest.

Coruscant - Temple Lower Levels

Something suddenly dawned on Locolvictum. He lacked depth perseption. He picked himself up from the seat and went into his personal bathroom that was connected the office. It was a nice perk, but he had better perks in his upper office. His face was beat up, sun dried, and half of it was covered in leather to hid the fact that he now lacked a left eye.

Taking the strip of leather off his face so that he could get a better look. Under the leather, the skin was lighter than the rest of his skin on his face. Then he came to a second relization, he himself was a mess. The clothes that he wore were damaged by ware and sand. Anyone that looked could probubly tell that he had spent alot of time in the desert.

Deciding to get himself washed up and changed, Locolvictum left his personal bathroom and left his office. Making sure to lock it behind him. Then going down the hall and then making a left, then a right. Sometimes this felt like a maze. Coming across two guards, holding there position at a turbo lift. Locolvictum went past them without saying anything and took the elevator up towards the upper levels.

Coruscant, Dance with your Devils, Private Office

The florescent lighting caused the pale red skinned aliens pupils to rapidly dilate. "Ah a little peace and quiet." it was an exaggeration of course, you could still feel the pounding of the bass even through the two meters of ferocrete and the blast doors separating the club from his private retreat. In a way it was a shrine to his former life, a warning and at the same time a calling to return to his life as a pirate. He had pieces of a the most difficult ships to capture, trophies off of incredibly resilient foes, and samples of some of the most valuable goods he had ever smuggled, a few were the actual goods replaced at the last moment. "Would I be willing to trade this life of ease, managing the planet's, possibly the galaxies greatest den of debauchery and sin?" the Zeltron cupped his chin intimating that he was in deep thought. He knew the answer, given the chance he would but it was not quite in the cards.

The man plopped into a thickly padded chair and brought up the live feed from his droid employees as well as the many security cameras. He had to hire droids, and the occasional fellow zeltronian to be able to cope with the vast amounts of modified elixir of infatuation that was pumped into the clubs misting system as well as all of the drinks. It was a minute amount but after spending more than three hours in the mist or consuming more than four beverages they fell under the effects of the elixir giving into their baser instinct to breed, and seek pleasure. No one could enter the club without signing several waivers, and prearranging a third party to remove them after more than seventy two hours straight. Dawson let out a sigh after checking that everything in the club was running as smoothly as it could, though it seemed a troublesome trio of twi'leks had managed to gain entry after the last time he had them escorted out and told never to return.

Aiden was bent over Endar's body, concentrating on a particular nerve cluster, when he felt the girl walk in. With a large smile on his face, Lord Rahl didn't look up as he beckoned the girl over, "See this cluster, Zara?" the emperor pointed with his blood-covered gloves, "This particular cluster, when manipulated correctly can either cause the most exquisite pain, or paralysis, depending on where we slice." At that, he moved the scalpel quickly and precisely, causing Endar's eyes to snap open and release the most blood curdling scream.

Holding out the scalpel to Zara, his predatory eyes met hers, "Come here, my dear, let me show you some of the intricacies of torturing a human." Putting an arm around her shoulders, he smiled at her like a proud father would and pointed to a spot near the prisoner's armpit. "This is a particularly tender spot that can cause considerably intense pain."

Coruscant - Temple Lower Levels

The turbo lift raising quickly, only taking moments before stopping. The doors opened and Locolvictum stepped out.

"This is where the real view is." He said as blinding light from the outside shone in from the windows. The view was breath taking. In different circumstances he probubly would spend hours just admireing the view. But his time always seemed absorbed in so many things at once that doing such a thing just seemed impossible.

Quickening his pace so that he could get to his chambers faster. Making quite a few lower ranked officals stop and sulate him as he passed. But Locolvictum took no notice of it.

Finally making it to his door, punching in another code so that it would open. And then walked in. The entrence wasn't that large, on the sides were two stair wells that wrapped around a wall that was about ten or twelve feet in front of the door. Right in plan view was two display cases on a table. One held two lightsabers that looked like they could lock together at the base. Next to it was an old DC-17 hand blaster, a pistol that was more commonly used during the Clone Wars a long time ago.

Walking up to and opening the two cases Locolvictum said, "My look at the new weapons." Smiling as he took a lightsaber in each hand and igniting them both. "Red, how traditional." He said speaking his thoughts out loud. Stareing at the two beams of energy that extended from the halts, and they were just how he liked them, heavy. A heavy weapon is a good weapon. Then what he noticed earlier came to mind, he turned off the lightsabers and pushed the bottoms of the halts together. They slid perfectly, and with a slight turn it locked into place.

"How intresting." He said only igniting the bottom half and then turning it back off. Locolvictum turned his attention to the DC-17 hand blaster. It was a heavy pistol that was concidered a variant of the DC-15S blaster. Taking the DC-17 hand blaster in his left hand and tested its weight. It felt fine, and the sights weren't bad either. The range didn't matter since he would always be in close combat. But its always good to have options.