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Delirium of Dreams -- En Route to Voss



You wound me, Dawson. Ah, well. It's not like I'm paying you to like me... The zeltron smiled slightly at that comment "It would be nice to know what you are paying me for, and of course how much? I suspect that this will be no ordinary run to the outer rim." He ran a finger across his nose "She only itches when I am in for something new entirely."

He motioned for her to take a seat on the bed and made his way over to a deceptively large wall panel and slid it free of its bindings. His eyes were moving faster than his hands as he shuffled through the various things hanging in the hidden storage compartment. It was all his clothing, but he had a feeling that the colorful and eye catching clothing he had on would do him little service along the journey. "This should do it." he muttered as he pulled out a medium weight beige blast vest covered in small ceramic disks, a long sleeved black biogel shirt, a pair of reinforced black trousers with a multitude of pockets, a pair of durasteel boots, and a tan bandanna. "It has been along time since I've worn this.... but we came here to get you clothes did we not?" The man chuckled as he set his new ensemble down on a nearby chair and turned back to the closet. After several moments of rummaging he produced a typical dancers outfit, metallic bikini top and bottom with a bit of silk fabric dangling from the bottoms" His face was a mask as he held them up at a distance as if he was imagining them on the woman. "Unless of course you wanted something more pratical, in which case all the way on the left." he tossed the outfit towards her and stepped aside unbuttoning the green and blue hued coat he had been wearing.

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?

By the time she had finished speaking he was down to nothing but his trousers and after pausing to open the top button he looked up at her his face showing no sign of any emotion and his voice had an uncharacteristically serious tone as he spoke "If I have learned but one thing my dear, it is that no one will ever give you the entire truth, at least not willingly. I choose my side from the very first moment I saw that." he raised his hand and pointed at a mirror across the room. He saw his own reflection, the redness of his skin paler in various places where scars had formed and the few patches of dry burnt skin from when he had stepped just a hair to far from what ever he was using as cover, there was even a thin scar along his neck that if you did not know where to look would miss completely. "I serve myself, and at the moment I could go for a bit more adventure, a handful of new experiences, and if i'm lucky a pretty girl or two too spend my time with."

Delirium of Dreams - En Route to Voss



Zara scoffed when he pulled out the dancer's outfit, narrowing her eyes at him. Truth be told she would rather wear nothing at all than have to wear that disgusting thing. She didn't even touch it as she got up and searched the rest of the closet, all the way in the left as he instructed. Though it was a bit hard to find anything in her size, she found a dark green belted tunic that was large enough to look like a dress on her, and a pair of black leggings. She turned so that she was not facing him as she changed. For the most part her body was devoid of scars, but there was something strange on her back, something that she hadn't even known existed until a lover of hers pointed it out, and something she forgot it was there from time to time, like right now. It was writing, in an ancient runic lettering that had apparently been forgotten by the rest of the world, as she had already run three different translation programs on it but had gotten no results. After unwillingly becoming the part of a ritual at the old temple in Dromund Kaas, they must have tattooed it on her back at some point during the ritual. Not having very clear memories of the event to start with, she didn't remember any of it happening at all, and tried not to think about it.

Adventure? You have no idea what's in store for you, do you... she smiled. But telling you would ruin the fun, wouldn't it? she finished changing, putting her own boots on now. Unburdened by her heavy robes, it was visible now how much of a lithe, slender figure she had. Combined with her short dark hair and small features, she had an almost fey-like appearance.
As for pretty girls, well, you seem to have no trouble finding those yourself.
She stared at the hilt of her saberstaff which she held in one hand, unsure of what to do with it. Having it at her waist would arouse suspicion, but not having it on her at all would be a terrible idea. But an idea struck her when she saw a holster in his closet that was intended for a large blaster. She attached this to her belt and dropped the saberstaff in there, which fit perfectly.

Coruscant- Dry Dock

Locolvictum was setting the car down when the Lord Emperor responded. He was quite happy that he didn't decide to ignore his message. It made it so that he didn't have to try to get aboard his ship before it hit hyperspace.

"Well I figured we are off to war, so tell me where are we going? I need to coordinate with the men to minimize casualties as we drop into the hot zone."

Locolvictum exited the car, but left the door open and stayed well within listening distance of the communicator. He had to wait a moment for someone to notice him to arrive and bring over his armory. He did notice quite a few of his people, most of his men were soldiers by trade. You could say that Locolvictum had his own personal militia. But they all had cybernetic augmentations that were are meant to increase performance, reaction timing, visuals, and a neural hub that connected all of them together. Giving live feedback from one another, sort of a hive mind. But the neural hub is only activated during combat situations, otherwise there could be side effects that effected there overall identity as a person.

Delirium of Dreams - En Route to Voss



Had Zara not taken the adrenaline shot earlier she may have taken him up on that offer. She could feel his eyes on her when she changed, and she would admit that her gaze wandered a few times as well. But now her mind was all business, and she knew that what he was suggesting was a distraction she could not afford, not during such a delicate mission.
She took a few steps forward and placed her hands on his still bare shoulders, having to look up to meet his eyes, as he was a little over a foot taller than she.
There will be plenty more time for that... after all, I get the feeling that we will be working together a lot more in the future... unless you have any objections to such an agreement...
Somehow she didn't think there would be any objections. She currently had a lot to offer to him. An alluring, mysterious woman promising adventure and excitement... and of course payment. Was there anything else left to desire?

Delirium of Dreams - En Route to Voss



Zara smirked at his first remark.
What's this? Shocked that a woman isn't throwing herself at your feet? I'm afraid that there is much you still need to learn about me... she teased, stroking his hair gently.
As far as keeping things interesting go, I could ask the same of the 'one and only' Captain Dawson.
Not pulling away from him or averting eye contact, she held out one arm, the shirt he had set aside from before levitating to her hand.
She motioned for him to bring his arms out.
Though... I do believe I'll have to do something about the half naked part. At least for now...