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Coruscant Delirium of Dreams

"Where would you like me, Captain?"

The voice caught Dawson off guard and one hand had already started for one of the blasters hidden under his coat. Pulling his hand back up he turned to see the man who he had tried to get to drink the vine coffee, "I see Cee-nine, has found you after all," he paused turning his head to address the droid "Make sure you stop and see your technichain before returning to your appointed tasks." The droid bowed slightly, it was a slightly older model with limited flexibility "As you command master"

"Now then where were we?" he was looking back at the other man, he was a few inches taller than Dawson but he was less interested in that and more in how much older he was than the sith woman he was traveling with. "I am going to be brief but I suspect you are not sith, atleast not an apprentice as your friend was claiming earlier. Though I have to believe that you are in need of covert transportation off of this planet. So lets get a heading and be on our merry way shall we?" Dawson smiled turning slightly and motioning towards the cockpit of the Delirium.

Ka'all smiled and almost laughed aloud at Dawson's statement of him not being an apprentice. "I was not aware that you are such an expert on the sith, my good captain," the old Je'daii stated playfully as he followed him onto the bridge of the ship, "How do you know that I wasn't just found after already reaching adulthood? Or maybe I'm just a very slow learner," he added with a wink. "We're headed to the Voss system," Master Endar stated, "I've been away from home far too long and probably need to replace some dead house plants." The last part was added purely for anyone feeling the need to listen in on his conversation.

Suddenly he felt a familiar presence that was far too close to be right. Someone he knew was trying to touch his mind...someone Je'daii. "I hope those damned fools didn't come to Coruscant looking to rescue me," he thought to himself, "If they got my message, they should be heading to Voss..."

Coruscant Air Space

Suddenly, Corvin pulled up on the flight controls. The Epoch Wren groaned in protest at having to correct so much mass at that velocity, but as a mechanic by trade the scoundrel was more than aware of the old girl's capabilities. All the same, this would cost them their landing approach, and might draw attention.

"-the hell?" De'avril choked on the words, oblivious to the sensations in the Force that caused her captain's sudden course adjustment. She glared at Corvin, not because she doubted that he knew what he was doing, but because she wished he could have told her first.

Seeking guidance, he ignored his co-pilot and turned instead toward Elyria to find her muttering something barely audible, and interrupted her quite suddenly. "Did you feel that?!"

He didn't have nearly the skill to interpret the message, but Corvin had a strong feeling that they shouldn't land, and sincerely hoped she would know the rest.

Coruscant - Delirium of Dreams





"I was not aware that you are such an expert on the sith, my good captain,"
"I am an expert in a great many things friend but the sith are still mysterious to me."

"How do you know that I wasn't just found after already reaching adulthood? Or maybe I'm just a very slow learner," he added with a wink. "We're headed to the Voss system," Master Endar stated, "I've been away from home far too long and probably need to replace some dead house plants."

"The way you carry yourself for the most part, I tend to cater to several sith a week in my club and for the most part they all have a visible hatred for those around them, they also tend to be very, what's the word overzealous and paranoid that someone is out to get them. I get a different feeling from you, but I may very well be wrong."

The zeltron shrugged he was almost positive that the man was not a sith but he was not certain. Dawson felt the weight in his coat pocket as Zara walked past him and, turned to face the holographic navi computer and started to slide out to the outer rim. "Let's see.... Voss should be about..." he paused his finger hovering over a small cluster of planets. "Are we to head straight to the planet or is there a place you would like to stop off get some supplies?" Dawson watched Zara walk away and he started to smile. "I tell you what, I'll grant you temporary control of the helm, I have some unfinished business to attend to." He bowed before the man before walking back to the common area of the ship and pulled out the datapad that had been slipped into his pocket.

I need a change of clothes. I don't care what it is, I just need something less Sithlike. If we run into anyone and they ask who I am, under no circumstances is anyone to know I am Sith.

The zeltron wrapped his hand around his chin he was at a loss here, he didn't tend to stock many womens clothing, but then a a shadow of a memory crept forward from the forgotten reaches of his mind. "Follow me to my quarters..."

Coruscant - Delirium of Dreams




Zara took Dawson's arm as they walked to make it appear to the Je'daii that their meeting was that of an intimate nature, to perhaps divert him from attempting to listen in. In addition to a change of clothes, she also had some important things to discuss with the captain and she did not want anyone else to hear.
She remembered something that she heard him say earlier that might have been a bit troublesome, but this was something she could bring up while they walked.
Do you really think that I'm... what was it you said? she asked, projecting this telepathically now. Overzealous? Paranoid? She tightened her grip on his arm to the point where her fingernails slightly dug into his skin.

The far side of Coruscant - The bridge of the Corruo

The Dark Lord's cloak swished as he walked towards the main viewport on the bridge of his massive destroyer, Corruo. Ten miles worth of sleek, black destruction lay before him as one by one, more starships joined the extensive fleet gathering on the far side of Coruscant, away from the temple. "Have they left the surface yet, Captain?" the emperor asked his loyal officer. A human with superb tactical skills, Captain Zorander had, on occasion, been mistaken for being part Chiss, and had been instrumental in the ascension of Aiden Rahl to Emperor by getting the Navy behind him. Offered the rank of Grand Admiral as a reward, Zorander curiously turned it down saying that he'd rather just captain one ship this close to his retirement, so the new emperor acquiesced and made him Captain of his personal Dreadnaught. "The tracking device shows they have just now exited the atmosphere, my lord," came the quick reply. "Good. Once Admiral Daddicus is aboard, we will get underway with whatever ships we have," said the emperor as he walked towards the door, "I'll be in my office."

The emperor's office was a large, lush room, just steps away from the main bridge. The floors were covered in a light grey and blood-red carpeting while the walls were a greyish white paneling with many niches for his books and other such niceties he kept for journeys. Walking to a nearby table, Aiden poured himself a glass of Algarine and sat at his desk. Closing his eyes, the Dark Lord reached out with his mind for his young apprentice. "We are ready. Show us the way."

Delirium of Dreams -- En Route to Voss



Zara was about to justify her reasoning for eavesdropping, but she knew that would only prove his point, at least the paranoid part. Not like she didn't have a good reason to be paranoid, not when there were people actively working against her at this moment. Or so she assumed.
She loosened her grip on his arm. You wound me, Dawson. Ah, well. It's not like I'm paying you to like me...
She didn't care too much what he said about her or the Order, as long as he did the job that she asked him to do. And so far she was very pleased with the way he had handled things. She would make sure that the Empire compensated him well indeed. But there could be a lot more in store for him, if he helped with the inevitable conflict that was to break out very soon... he had already proven himself to be a valuable asset, and she knew the Empire would do well to have him working for them rather than against them.
Stepping inside the room, she examined the surroundings, realizing that his room looked better than her own dreary quarters at the temple. Though this was no one's fault but her own for not caring enough to furnish her room other than the bare essentials.

While she was waiting for Dawson to find the clothes for her, she felt a familiar presence with her yet again. She closed her eyes, following the thread back to its source.



We are en route to Voss, my Lord. But... be wary. I have reason to suspect it may be a trap.

She opened her eyes and looked back up at Dawson, as if nothing had ever happened. It was time for her to find out where his loyalties lay.

Yes, to answer your question, I was eavesdropping on your conversation. You suspect that I have not been giving you the entire truth, and you suspect correctly. With time, everything will become clear to you. I cannot say any more now, but when the time comes, will you be ready to choose a side? she asked, wording it cryptically so that it would seem like she could be working for either side. She didn't want to mention the Empire yet; if Voss truly was a trap she may have to maintain her cover with the Je'daii for the time being and even fight on their side, at least until she got the intel she needed.
Regardless of the situation or what side she was to fight on, she wanted an ally. And she hoped to gain his loyalty before the Je'daii got to him first.