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TheManWhoLivesintheClouds
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 Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 12:50 am
The Conference Hall At the top of the Senators meeting hall is the Conference hall. The Conference Hall is nothing but a glorified part hall, it was written off for conferences so that no one would raise a fuss. It has a staff on duty at all times and is ready to accompany any number of guests. The staffed security performs scans every fifteen minutes for all forms of recording devices or tracing devices. This is an area where you are supposed to be able to relax.
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 2:57 am
Sirless Akroba was pacing back and forth with a relative level of irritation. His planning would be spoiled if those fools he had doing the simplest of tasks couldn't complete their goals. One inferior individual was supposed to be bumping into her if she toured about the halls, the other was a lower senator he promised a trade embargo and a tax relief if he convinced her to join him up here, and then Cassus whom he was personally paying to stay close to her at all times. Even Cassus didn't know the full reasoning for his involvement in the matter.
One of his fellow advisors spoke up from his relaxed position, "Sirless why are you worried? You have taken every precaution, she will be here shortly. Have one of these appetizers they are to die for, I think they even used spice as a seasoning. It sets your senses a flame." The man was obviously enjoying his position, with the size of his belly he had been enjoying it for a long time. The other Senator was staring out into the horizon with out flinching. Sirless actually wanted to know what he was thinking, but the Bothan rarely spoke and when he did it was always in riddles or backwards rhymes.
Picking up a glass he sniffed the contents and swirled it about gently before lifting it below his tentacles and took a sip. Raising a hand a waiter came by and stopped, "Take this. Bring me a freshly poured drink like I originally asked for and this time make sure it's chilled If I wanted something room temperature I would have got it from the water ornament on the balcony. Tell the server who brought this earlier that he can resign for the evening and tomorrow he is cleaning the janitorial droids."
Lacing his hands behind his back his eyes locked on the brilliant flashing lights of the constant streams of traffic. His mind ran diligently through the lessons he learned so many years earlier. How would he go about this? Infatuation? He could arrange for situations to force her and Cassus to get closer. What would happen then? He needed to understand this energy source that her people used, how could he use it to further the Galactic Defense Fleet? Was it worth it?
Fear was always a good motive, maybe he could let the information leak and then a few rights groups could start with some petitioning for her to release the knowledge. Eventually they would realize that any energy source could eventually develop to weapons grade and would demand the information or threaten war. If that were to come about he could play the choice-less individual. Just let the tidal wave of fear take control, even the most devote cave when entire systems are against you. Maybe she would be a severely corrupt individual and it would only take bribes. Not likely.
The intelligence reports stated she was some kind of prophet for her people. Religious leaders tended to be all about their people, or all about the offerings they received from the people. Either way they didn't like to give, they would be as hard headed as he was. Fear would be the best route, but why not use it in combination. He could get rid of two birds with one stone, Cassus was getting too comfortable with taking out these assassins and foiling extortion. Soon he would probably start picking up bounties for a challenge and if one of these foolish usurpers was able to throw down enough credits down and Sirless would be dead. Destabilize and send him home. Steal her resources and further the entire Federation of systems. Two seemingly evil acts but at the same time he was setting up things for the greater good.
The server returned and handed him the freshly poured drink, the glass was slightly frosted to perfection. Sipping it gingerly Sirless needed to stay in complete control of his mind this evening. Another man approached and spoke quietly stating who he was, it was unnecessary but he did it anyway. "Senator. She was odd just like you suspected, she didn't even understand what a hand shake was. Cassus noticed me on my way back, but the motion sensor in the hall noted someone left the room. I would say fifteen minutes tops."
"Thank you, now disappear. I don't want to be seen with you." No understanding of customs meant she would feel entirely alienated, alienation would be good. He could make her feel comfortable when in his presence, gratitude would be accumulative over time and he would add that to the others.
'A dagger in one hand, an invitation in the other. No matter how things go down you will be on top.' Passage three of the espionage code, while it was effective in that aspect it had many more aspects in the political world. Which part of his plan was the dagger though? That was the hard part to figure out. Drawing another deep breath he picked up a one of the little appetizers and devoured it whole. His greyish skin giving off a faint glow in delight. This deep thought had given him quite the appetite but it was not the time yet to gorge, and it would seem rude if the dinner held in honor of the New systems commenced without a single one of the new senators in attendance. One more couldn't hurt, Sirless had been plotting rather hard these past days.
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TheManWhoLivesintheClouds
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Posted: Mon Jun 21, 2010 12:33 am
 
A waiter approached her, gulping down on the words he was choking on, and threw them at her as if his nerves would only allow him one action per task. Ask her what she wanted over how it should have been asked. Wayanna shifted in her seat, the sound of her tongue hitting the roof of her mouth in annoyance was barely audible by any ones standards, her head lowered towards her hand dancing lightly upon the table it was rested. With charm no playboy could compare, she looked up at him, her sparkling eyes reflecting his image, staring back at him and asking: "Why are you being so stupid right now?" Of course, she played it off very well, and tossed her hair lightly to the side. "Be a darling would you?" She began, placing her porcelain hand upon his with a gleaming smile. "Would you bring me some warm tea. If it is not too much trouble?" The last question was a mix of playful seduction and sorrow. Weak men were such tools, they fall for the damsel in distress routine every damn time.
"Of course Madame! It is no trouble at all!"
The waiter hurried off towards wherever his little work station happened to be, while Wayanna sat deeper into her chair. Her head rested upon her hand in contemplation. There was a great deal she had done today, all very note worthy, if she said so herself. Recalling the moment in the holding cell brought a sadistically evil smile to her face.
"You have a visitor.." The guardsman spoke loud enough for the pathetic excuse for a human being sitting huddled on the ground could hear him clearly. Wayanna wore a cloak to disguise her figure, along with a wig, intense make up and intense paper work that stated she was on a good will mission for her senatorship's documentation project. She had charmed the guard to allow her in without much clearance needed, buffoon. Didn't he know what an empty promise was and sounded like it? Trifling matters that merited nothing in the grand scheme of things. This was taking longer than it should have, but to ensure her identity was not breached, this was a necessary evil. How was she to have known that he wasn't going to drink the damn tea she had made for him and instead put his hands in places that nearly got his neck snapped. Instead she headbutted him in the back of the head after offering a massage, and frantically set the scene. It took a lot for the guards to understand the story she had told them, but they too fell to her charms, poor dear woman who was just over for a friendly cup of tea turned to a night of terror. It was unfortunate, tearing that dress she had been wearing was hard, it had been her favorite.
"He is all yours." The guard announced, and allowed her entrance, shutting the door behind her once she was safely inside and walked away from view. Wayanna watched him walk out of view and turned to her pathetic Senator's secretary. He slowly looked up at her, the face obscured by the dark veil. His eyes widened in horror as she slowly removed it along with the wig and dropped them into her purse. Smiling devilishly at him, he went to scream, yell for someone to save his life, but Wayanna was way to quick for that, and was on him in a matter of seconds. Tucking her thumb against the palm of her hand, she jabbed her straightened fingers into both sides of his stomach, both his shoulders and finally the navel of his neck; which stopped almost all movement in his body aside from his speech.
"You.. b***h!" He managed to hiss.
"Oh sweet heart." Wayanna grazed his cheek with her left hand, smiling gingerly at him. "You honestly have no idea how much that touches the deeper parts of me. You really are too kind!" With the last word spoken she struck him hard across the face, the feel of it stinging the palm of her hand. "You really should have just drank the damn tea. It was a CUP OF TEA! But no, I know what you were thinking that day. Thanks to that decision... I have to make sure you don't get a second chance to screw me. No pun intended." Wayanna retrieved a needle and flicked it a few times with her index finger.
"What... what is that?" The man gritted his teeth, his words like bile as he spat them out as if his saliva had been made of vinegar.
"It's going to render this sticky situation my dearest." Wayanna drove the needle into the side of his neck, and placed it back within her bag; releasing his joints and placing the wig and veil back upon her face. "Have a nice life. For all of the five minutes you have left of it." Kissing him on the cheek, she left the prison, the sounds of his blood thirsty screams raging in the background. The guard had gathered all the tapes of her presence in the jail and tampered with old ones to appear as if she had never been there to begin with. No one was the wiser....
And that had been only part of her day. The rest of it was quite boring. The other senators had been so delighted in the reverie new senators were going to bring them. Fresh meat was the term tossed around the Galactic Senate, but Wayanna hardly dabbled in caring for such small minute matters. The waiter returned with her glass of tea and sat it down upon the table, bowing slightly. Why he did that, was beyond her, probably beyond him as well, and immediately hurried on his merry little way. Pathetic. The white haired female sipped her tea on her lonesome, nodding her head slightly in the direction of other senators that made it a point to recognize her existence. One senator in particular was, for more than one reason, catching her attention. He had been pacing for quite some time now, why? Wayanna could have guessed a million and one things was wrong, Senators were such babies when it came to life outside their little ball of understanding. Always thinking about the small picture. Bribery. Thievery. Murder. Small time, petty crimes, disgusting. The even thought of such things made Wayanna cringe. All in all, she wanted inside of his head, whatever was worrying him, should be interesting news to her, so for the time being she watched, with her eyes focused on something in the distance, but close enough to keep him within sights.
"That was interesting..." Wayanna noted, a strange looking person of whom she had yet to meet walked in and approached her senator friend, making brief contact and left just as quickly as he had arrived. Wayanna set her tea down, picking herself up from her chair, an adviser sitting at another table standing upright and reached for her chair as if he had been waiting to do that the whole time she was sitting. "Oh. My dear boy, you are ever so kind." Smiling she left the safety of her chair, when her eyes and face were out of his view, she made the expression of vomiting; they were just so disgusting! Rounding the space behind the senator in her sights. She was silently behind him now, standing there only briefly, Wayanna was a master of silence and movement, it was a piece of cake.
"May I join you dear sir? I can see that your nerves may be getting the best of you. Allow me to settle them with polite conversation?" Wayanna placed her hands neatly in her lap, her white dress hanging off her shoulders, pale neck adorned with white stones of some sort. Her red lips stood out in contrast to her attire and pearly white teeth which were barred in a light smile.
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Posted: Mon Jun 21, 2010 2:11 am
"Why certainly my dear. I always welcome the company of an elegant woman such as yourself." That was somewhat true, Wayanna was more of a sarlaac than she was elegant. Hiding beneath the surface was another dark and devious individual. She was one of the few individuals like himself, it was chilling and comforting at the same time. He wouldn't trust her with more than a flake of Durasteel with his back turned. At the same time she was extensively reliable in the senate. She stuck to her guns at all times, she would never change her views, and she could actually intimidate nearly anyone who stood against her.
"Maybe some good conversation would help. Trying to contemplate the problems of the entire galaxy does get to me sometimes. If only we could make every planetary leader follow the same train of thought, without drifting back into an Empire that is. How is your day going?" Sirless didn't honestly care about her day to day processions, unless she was doing things that could give him some material that was less than flattering. She wasn't stupid enough to reveal something like that though. Politeness was a policy unfortunately, and in politics it was a necessity.
Sirless hadn't been lying earlier though, Wayanna was truly an elegant being. Just a little too fleshy for Sirless' taste. Humans in general were just crude by definition, the way they spoke and their brash way of acting like the world is always about to end. A Quarren was none of those things at all, and Sirless was an excellent specimen. His grey skin was pearlescent with moisture, he had bathed in a saline solution earlier so that he could retain the water for the entire duration of the party. His clawed fingers were perched in a dainty fashion around the glass. They didn't show the fierce nature he was capable of, of course the stealth corps did do a good job of hiding his talents.
A security official came into the room flustered, he was moving rather quickly. He spoke of an attack in the lower wing and immediately explained what had happened and gave them all the facts that he had. Sirless was immediately befouled, his tentacles drooped slightly and a crease appeared in his forehead. "An attack here in this very tower? I'm pleased we were smart enough to double up the security and hire personal guards for each of the important members of the senate. Miss Wayanna would you happen to have an acquaintance who specializes in finding names? All of my investigators and analysts are currently distracted at the moment with that problem arising between Ryloth and Genosis."
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TheManWhoLivesintheClouds
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 1:33 pm
An example of senators lying, sat right there. What did he care about her appearance? He had never once fallen for her charms, merely pretended, part of her had to respect him for that. Many species, not just humans, had all be victims of her intense charming abilities. But here, Sirless, had not been one of them, which took a lot of guts, to say the least. She chopped the remark up to him feeding into her vanity which was customary with the senators that did not have reproductive organs that allowed them to bed with her, but still wanted to feel the cold and alluring touch she was sure to bring if they could. It was that respect that spared him from killing him herself, power respected power, it was true, look at the Sith. Sort of. "You are too kind..." She responded, taking her place next to him, her hands sitting graceful at her sides like the branches of the weeping willow. In on clear movement she would look like poetry in motion, that is how she walked, spoke, breathed and acted. There were a few eyes upon them at the moment, but she paid little attention to him. For now, it was her dear senator friend and whatever information she could accidentally spill out in order for him to do the same. He was going to be a challenge, that was for damn sure, but Wayanna welcomed a challenge.
Snickering, Wayanna covered her mouth with the tips of her fingers and sighed. "The Galaxy is a fickle mistress. She only allows you to see her most intimate parts when she wants you too. It doesn't help that every day more and more sentient beings are making their presence known." This was a gathering for new senators after all, most of them presenting entire planets worth of new creatures, how were they to control what little of the universe they could with new parts of it being discovered every day? Wayanna didn't care much about conquering the Galaxy, leave that to the Sith. However, they had been quiet for a long while, she was about to give up hope on them every showing the hell back up. At least, in her lifetime. What kind of servant for the Dark Side could she be dead when they decided to wake up and cause trouble? An awful one, and the fair haired woman grimaced in her mind. Bothersome Sith and their quiet, sneaky nature. Here she was committing acts of violence, slowly crippling the senate as best as she could, and to what avail? Her own pleasure, her heart rang out, and Wayanna was pleased. It was pleasurable, far more than any partner she ever had. One could say that chaos and destruction, death and murder were more, erotic then just the act of sex. It was an intimate relationship, between murderer and prey. How at the last moments of life, the expression on their face before she drove her blade through their heart, it was pure unadulterated horror. And then, the life fading from their body, reaching a higher plain of existence, or what have you. They should paint pictures of such beauty. The feeling of her past moments of taking life caused her to flush ever so lightly, and she gathered her good nature instantly before it was spotted.
How was her day? What kind of conversation filler was that? She wanted to roll her eyes, but was far too close to do such a thing. "My day is of the average for people of our caliber. Paper work, gathering information, making decisions of the executive nature. Nothing that would even make for good conversation, I am certain. I guess the polite thing to do is to ask the same of you?" Wayanna bit her tongue, stupid question, she did not care. He was going to do the same thing as she did, lie. Speak of mundane tasks that almost all senators do. Wayanna was not an idiot, she was not going to mention she went out, nor was she going to even give him an inkling that she as a cold blooded murderer. Her cold eyes grazed his expression for just a moment, you never looked a senator in the eyes, it was lore. They could read into your soul, was the misconception, only the bravest of senators could hold their gaze, without the fear of displaying emotions that gave them away. Wayanna was a blank canvas, she displayed nothing.
All the senators and personnel turned towards the security guard, some of them gasping in horror as if an attack on the senate had never been done before. They forget their history and the dangers of their position, stupid people. The Senate was the first to go if one was trying to end the reign of the Jedi, it was just common knowledge. Wayanna was not in the least bit distraught in the matter, except her dear friend Sirless had been. Dark eyes surveyed his annoyed expression, wondering if that was to throw her off, or he truly was annoyed. Senators were so cunning, however, Wayanna remained unmoved. This was good news to her, hopefully someone died, saving her the trouble of having to do it herself. Much to her dismay, that information had not been revealed. What an unlucky circumstance, however, Wayanna was going to use one of her connections to find out just what had happened. A guard, that was whom she was to contact, and boy did she know many. Sirless spoke to her before she could, asking her to do the dirty work. What a lazy piece of no good... "I am looking. Give me a moment." Wayanna walked away from the crowd, still shocked about the news, and pressed the button upon her communicator. Immediately, as if on cue, a steely looking guard walked through the crowd and approached the fair haired woman to speak with her one on one. Five, perhaps seven minutes passed of her asking questions and listening to the conversation. This was an interesting turn of events.
"Thank you, Garrus, that will be all." She patted his face gently and watched him sulk out of the room. Wayanna returned her attention to Sirless and made her way over to where he had been waiting. "Scoop of the century, dear friend, however, a lot of information has been left out." She began with a lie, probably would end with one. "So get this, there was an attack on one of the newer senators, which seems odd, for the poor bird hadn't been here for that long. She is not dead, however, thank goodness for that. Poor girl. What do you think about this matter?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 1:39 am
"Ah, that is where our opinions will differ greatly. With beings there are more eyes and ears here in this great galaxy of ours, and with all the extra presence a few more intimate things come to light faster than if there were less beings. It also helps if you know the right words to infatuate her, you twine the great mistress around. All the while acting like you are still responding at the crack of her whip. It is an eternal act of charades that keeps my old knees spry." This was a truly honest statement coming from Sirless, just worded for a bit of drama. He was a master of his actions, he was a wonderful interpretor, and when necessary a strong Catalyst. To say he was carried along with the tied would be to grant a Rancor the title of protocol droid.
How interesting an answer she gave; Executive decisions, paper work, and information gathering? Executive decisions? Not likely. She hadn't attended his mid afternoon meeting, if she was making decisions she would have wanted to know what the other senators were thinking. Paper Work? Even less likely. The senate had cronies for that, and even the lowest ranking office had secretarial droids. Information Gathering? Most Definitely. Wayanna always knew what was going on, no one seemed to figure it out but Sirless had seen some signs of where her info came from. A lipstick smudge on a guards neck, a ruffled uniform like someone had came too close, or just that general amazement on a males face like they had been singled out by a goddess. She was a very skilled information seeker. "My day has been quite a bit more interesting I would dare say. Resituating some recent gaps that had opened up in the senate, plugging a few holes that would have wrought a lot of damage to the senate if any form of weight had been placed on them, and most of all preparing for tonight."
"Yes take your time." If Sirless had had lips he might of been smirking right now. This is what he had wanted to see. Speed plus accuracy, how developed was her network. Sirless didn't bother to keep an eye on her, he kept his gaze on the Horizon. He didn't need to know which middle men she used currently, but in time he would be able to spot them without a seconds hesitation. Six minutes and twenty seven seconds. He had been counting in his head specifically to make sure he got the correct time. She came over and recited too him what he already knew, he kept the slightly befouled look upon his face as he recanted, "Well, at least I had the foresight to detach a bodyguard who could deal with that kind of situation. Execuse me for a second."
"Everyone! Can I have your attention for a moment? Now there is no need to worry currently. I have forseen this very type of event and am taking all the necessary precautions as we speak. There are two Battalions in route to take up special guard procedures on this building, that means there will be enough security here for six soldiers to every room. Not even a great Jedi Grandmaster can fight his way through that. The Coruscant Defense Force is going on high alert, all incoming and outgoing ships will be double and triple checked and if one refuses or shows signs of an eminent threat you can rest assured that it will be disintegrated before it can relay a witty retort. I will also be making a personal call to the Jedi Temple to ask for assistance. So, continue with this party. Drink a little too much, get some bad press, and make a decision or two that will look terrible a decade from now. Thank you." Sirless Akroba's voice was powerful and commanding, it did not waver nor show any signs of reluctance or remorse for what was happening. He displayed that rare trait that was required for such a position, leadership.
Returning to his position beside beside Wayanna he looked back to her, "I find the situation most drab and taxing. It seems situations like this require drastic action." Pulling out a datapad he shuffled a few things around with his clawed fingers before deciding and hitting a send key. "The Correllion senator who is on my advisory counsel is up for reelection in one weeks time, he doesn't know it yet but he has just lost the election. Since it is the preliminary week that means he must step down from the advisory counsel and await his reelection to rejoin, since he will not be returning to our halls I offer you his position. Public Relations. As long as you can keep that fake smile of yours on and read those drained reports like before you will be perfect for the position. This would also place you at the top of the food chain around here. Alongside the Bothan and that Hapan there, but there are a lot less eyes on you at the top if you catch my drift. All I ask in return is that you bring me information when it is still steaming. I mean if a Twi'lek accidentally becomes flatulent and offends a Gran, I want to know while he can still smell it. It's a pretty simple job, you just have to have a hand in every pot around here"
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TheManWhoLivesintheClouds
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 3:32 am
The honor of representing the power and glory of the Queen Mother and Hapes to the entire galaxy was like nothing she had imagined. It was only now, after a short cluster of days, that she began to feel she was no longer choking on the endless decay of treachery that was the Galactic Senate. It was not that it had been difficult for her to adapt to the heartless politics of the Senate; the exact same principles fueled the government of her homeworld (and, she assumed, of any planet of worth), but it was the gross amount of the constant deceit, pettiness, and egotism that was overwhelming. Her patience and internal walls had never been so thick, even hailing from a planet of cunning, cutthroat women. There, at least threats and lies were crafted sharply and intelligently. Here, they were created as often and as hapless as possible, by men far too stupid to even realize the pollution of the words they were vomiting into the air. The planets that provided such utterly brainless ambassadors should have been destroyed long ago to spare the rest of the galaxy their insignificant opinions. The fact that they were even allowed to debate, very well vote upon, the most urgent galactic issues was a disgrace unto the entire Senate. Often during conferences and meetings, Velyn found herself wondering why the blessed Queen Mother Ta'a Chume had ever decided to open the borders of Hapes in the first place.
At the same time, the Senators of the most prominent planets were creatures to be admired. They were persuasive and powerful, their rhetoric was virtually invincible, and the strategy they extended outside of the debate hall was absolutely flawless. Velyn had never been among so many fine politicians and she found herself emerging from the councils drunk on the intellectual satisfaction she received from sparring with the leaders of the galaxy. There was nothing more bittersweet than to think that she had only entered this playground as a prototype to pave the way for the true Hapan senators who would follow her. She was the eye, rather than the mind of the Consortium, using her skills to transfer as strongly and as eloquently as possible, the wishes of the Queen Mother. It pained her to keep her more controversial ideas out of the speeches and debates. It seemed to her that she would never escape the identity of servant and solider, no matter how well she followed her orders and proved herself in the political arena. These thoughts were kept tucked away in her mind, especially from Amata, who she suspected would replace her in the next election. The two women had become extremely close; Amata had aided Velyn ever since she was chosen from the Royal Guard for the position. As the Senator of Gallinore, Amata was highly respected. She was intelligent, beautiful, belonged to a noble family, and well loved by her planet. Loyal beyond measure to the Queen Mother, Amata was always invited to the private events of the Royal House and had gained the true favor and friendship of the Royal Family and Her Majesty. If this had not been the first trial of Hapan into the Galactic Senate and if Amata’s continued existence was not so valuable to the Consortium, she would have been the chosen over Velyn as Galactic Senator without question. Velyn knew this herself and therefore trusted Amata with most, but not all, of her doubts concerning the office.
Velyn conveyed every bit of information from the Galactic Councils to Amata over a private earpiece. For the first week after Velyn was transferred to Couruscant, their conversations were protected from hearing devices only by their native language. That week, Velyn was often seated on the edge of her bed, elbows on her knees, hands holding her bowed head in pure frustration. They used the time they spent waiting for the proper tracking and hearing device disabling codes to be sent to Velyn’s datapad by discussing the differences of culture Velyn discovered on Couruscant (and other personal subjects).
“This planet is so dark and ugly.” Velyn sighed, as Amata listened over the ear piece, “ I am confounded, my friend, completely disgusted. Do you know that at least a dozen men approached me today, looked me in the eye, and dared to touch my hand? I never perceived such audacity! I deeply miss our bright world and the luxury of strictly female company.”
Amata laughed, her rich alto soothing Velyn’s nerves immediately. “I commend you for embracing the Senate’s custom of equality so quickly.” She joked. “ Ah, Couruscant…only men would create such a dismal planet, no? Keep your visor handy.”
Velyn was still not quite comfortable with Coruscant’s male population after a month of living on the planet. She found them arrogant, destructive, and disrespectful. It puzzled her as to why the sex, so obviously inferior intellectually, had gained so much power and ruled more than half the galaxy. The females of these foreign worlds were foolish to regard their men for more than breeding or small, menial positions in their societies. Velyn never showed this disrespect outright, as advised by Amata. The single trace of her sexism could be detected if a male of any race got too close. In that case, she would simply move away or create an excuse to go somewhere else. The Hapan Senator had yet to encounter any assassination attempts. Her history was well known by the other representatives of the senate. As a member of the Hapan Royal Guard, Velyn was an economical choice as the first Senator, being politician and bodyguard wrapped in one. To challenge her physically would be an unwise choice. She had no doubt that due to her outright nature, that she was already being targeted. If she was to be disposed of it would have to be done extremely stealthily. Luckily, Velyn had Amata to help her notice any warnings set by other senators to lead to her demise. Secretly, Velyn was worried on this front. So involved in political and social matters, she believed she would scarcely have the energy to defend herself if attacked. Her reputation itself would have to protect her. It was more than any other Hapan Consortium Senator could have brought to the table.
Amid the murmurings and laughter of the gorgeously clad senators and guests at the dinner, the emergency alarm suddenly bellowed, awaking Velyn from her musings. The lavish room filled with gasps and questions, some assuming it was a bothersome drill intent upon ruining their night and potential alliances, others possessed by an odd, almost involuntary feeling that this was real and they were somehow in peril. Eyes wandered to Chief of State Sirless Akroba, who was, of course, in attendance, for validation. Velyn glanced over her shoulder at the Quarren, recognizing the light-haired woman near him as the Echani Senator Wayanna Tsu.
His speech did much to calm the nerves of the party-goers and most did as he said and returned to their drinks. If Velyn had been more alert this night, perhaps she would have done the same. She smiled at her Zabrak companion and took her leave, traveling around the various crowds of the room. If the situation was handled, as Akroba said it was, there was no reason that anyone couldn’t continue about the building as usual. Velyn handed her empty glass off to a waiter and walked toward the grand exit of the conference hall.
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Posted: Thu Jul 29, 2010 7:42 pm
Wayanna looked back at the belly of the chamber, where the demons of power gathered for their feast, and saw for the first time something her mind had yet to grasp. Lightly colored eyes cast a short glance towards the outside once more and came to the conclusion. What was the difference. If she had a remote control that could easily puppet the actions of the Senators herein and press fast forward, they would be speeding by like the vehicles outside the window. Wayanna listened in on the conversation as much as she could to ensure him she was paying ungodly amounts of attention. It feeds their ego if you hang on every word, every syllable even. She had made it part of her charm to sound oh so interested, but not care. Her eyes could focus when really she was far off in her own desires that it kept the lovely smile on her face gushing like blood from a freshly open wound. "Such a busy existence, it must be something commendable to sit at the head of the council. For how long do you plan to keep up the position? Even being elected, you still have a choice to continue fighting to win said election. You must have a date when you can no longer take the pressure?" Hitting nerves Wayanna, she told herself, still keeping her hands folded neatly in her lap as she spoke; white frame statuesque in a manner that made her seem more doll like than humanoid.
The creature she had been sharing company with turned his attention to the crowd he loved to talk too. She often thought that he held his position not because he enjoyed it but because he had fallen in love with the sound of his own voice. Most senators spoke words that made no sense for the matter at hand, but were told with the greatest amount of enthusiasm. It was disgusting, to say the least. Wayanna was fond of speaking only when her thoughts would contribute to the coming of silence. Often times when she allowed her opinion to be heard it was followed by murmurs and sudden arguments between planets that had no ties other than what Wayanna just conveyed. During that time she would sit back in her chair and smile smugly. The gobs of pearls around her neck concealing the laughter rumbling in her chest. "If someone has attacked a new senator you have to imagine that she was important in some way. Or perhaps so unimportant those who attacked her desire for us all to assume it was nothing. In fact, perhaps not taking some kind of awareness into our minds is exactly what they want us to do. Until we are next on the target list." Wayanna's voice carried to a small patch of senators drinking silently with one another, allowing her warnings to fill their mind and cloud their judgment. They got up from their seats and began dialing for their best gun man in hopes of saving their own skin. 'Very good. Follow like puppets, you tools.' Wayanna thought to herself, paying no attention to them aside from their images in the corner of her peripheral vision.
The attention she had been donating to inspiring mass hysteria returned to Sirless in a second's notice. What was it he was asking of her? To be a slave? Perhaps not in so many words, but being watched over was not something she had desired even at the beginning of her life, which is why she destroyed her brother in the first place. But if she did not take the position, it would be plain as day that she had extra curricular activities that he need not know about. Oh well, this was a challenge for her, to hide her true personage in a barrage of false pretenses. Easy. Peasy. "Why, Senator, I am so honored that you would have me fill such a position. I accept with the utmost gratitude." Such words tasted like bile, vinegar, and Wayanna had to keep from sneering in his direction. "I can begin at once." The Echani woman looked up into a pair of eyes that had breached hers, it was a minute moment that they met and how quickly it had dissipated in that same instance. She had been caught naked in a sense, in her dislike for this entire scene, and to make matters worse, this woman, this senator was leaving. Brilliant.
Wayanna excused herself from Sirless's presence with a light bow and slowly and seemingly without moving her legs, followed the woman and she was on her before her hand could wave the door open. "You know, it has been in my experience that leaving is a sign of weakness. As a woman of your, dignified caliber, I suggest not making that mistake." Wayanna smiled, holding her shawl in the corners of her bent arms, which reached the floor below and followed behind her like the sheer wings of a dragonfly. Leaning in close, she whispered so that only the two of them could hear. "Besides, it's much more suitable to stay and stomach than leave and wallow. Far lesser evils await out there, this is is where the demon must be destroyed before it becomes immortal." This woman was far more beautiful than any of the women that resided on her planet, this must be what a Hapan was said to appear. Wayanna was a small bit jealous, but it was nothing that was going to eat her alive. The Echani woman had never seen one up close that truly set the standards for these beings. Wayanna was impressed, to say the least, and that was being out of character for her; lucky for this woman, however....
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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2010 3:00 pm
This Echani Senator… there was too much of her still in shadow to make any solid judgments. What Velyn knew was that Wayanna’s manipulative power was equivalent to the highest Hapan nobles. It did not take much to see how at a flick of her wrist, men went scattering to please her or at how a single well-worded proposal sent the Senatorial conferences into a frenzy. Was it Wayanna’s beauty, intelligence, or a deadly combination of both that had given her such a high place in the Senate? Velyn found manipulation an admirable, but tainted way to get people to do what you wanted. Not that she hadn’t used it before, it was the lifeblood of her planet. It inadvertently stated that the opinions and the desires of the predator were superior to that of the prey and being too much of a diplomat, Velyn shunned the practice. Years in military service had taught her to respect the ideas of her peers and to have a sense of responsibility to common welfare. To manipulate was to gain control of the mind of someone else and likely consume ideas that would never be voiced or realized. What if they offered something to the collective? You would never know because those ideas would be replaced in their mind by your own. The strategy should be used strictly when the predator is absolutely sure of their purpose. A predator who is always sure their ideas are infallible is a fool. Was it not true the fools ran the galaxy?
This “moral-philosophical meandering”, as Amata called it, was a poison to Velyn’s political progress. Velyn did it often and secretly never rid herself of the habit. She did not view it as moral or philosophical at all - it was logic. Intellect would always be confused as morality and not just in the Hapan Consortium. Fortunately, Velyn knew that intelligence lead to power, real power, that lasted longer than power gained by idiots. If this belief made her an idealist, then so be it. Morality had nothing to do with it.
Velyn glanced at the door before turning around, not trying to seem too eager to have been stopped from exiting the conference hall. The high Hapan tilt of her chin and arrogant raised ribcage was unmistakable as she faced Wayanna. It was a tradition and a defense technique that occurred between two females when conversing, no matter if the content was loving or malicious, or if the woman one was speaking to was one's mother or an enemy. This tradition and mandatory way of greeting, along with numerous other requirements of behavior, was enforced upon young Hapan girls as soon as they could walk. If forgotten, the perpetrator would be punished physically. At dinners and events, should a young girl not fulfill all proper standards, her family would be greatly shamed and possibly removed from Hapan nobility. Jewelry, muscles, breasts, shoulders, were all displayed to intimidate a challenger or salute a friend. In Hapes, beauty was the main weapon between opposing females and the human notion that it was used to attract men was obsolete. Velyn's body did this unconsciously. If Wayanna was offended by her, or even see the difference in body language (many women of the Senate carried themselves that way), Velyn would not understand why. She took a step closer to Wayanna, her crystal earrings swaying against the light skin of her neck and jawline.
“I would never wish to appear weak in your eyes, Senator Tsu.” Velyn said, as she gathered the folds of her gown in either hand and curtsied before the higher Senator, looking down at the floor. Would Wayanna recognize the mockery behind Velyn’s softly-humbled tone, respectful bow, and lowered head? It was excessively bold, verging on stupid, to center that implication in her mind while speaking to Wayanna, but Velyn couldn’t resist the adrenaline of such an sumptuous risk. It was not an insult to Wayanna, it was an invitation or a means of testing the familiar waters between the two of them; did the Echani woman find the ridiculous pettiness of much of the senate as redundant as she did? There was something about this woman that had her entranced, even beyond the elegant white gown, exotic pale hair, and dark red eyes. Her beauty, properly shaded, would undoubtedly be welcomed in her homeworld. It was too bad that she had not had the honor of being born in the bright world of Hapes; Wayanna’s power, if not for her coloring, would be most appealing to many of the women on Velyn’s home planet.
“If you would allow me to confess, however,” Velyn began, her eyes locking directly with Wayanna's, “this much blatant, moronic scheming and poor conversation in one place has made me nauseous.” The drunken cavorting and loud music of the crowded party seemed to fade, leaving the two senators alone in a silent void. The urge to look around to see who was within earshot of them was confined to a single quick glance of Velyn's gray eyes, a slightly embarrassing, but necessary precaution that Velyn took as a new senator (and military veteran) that she was certain Wayanna would notice. Smiling, Velyn whispered, taking full advantage of the privacy that Wayanna had initiated by removing some of the distance between them, “There is not a greater, larger demon, than the one that has been enjoying your company this evening. Let‘s hope he‘s not immortal.” The burn of treason on Velyn’s tongue was hot and delicious like Corellian brandy.
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Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 4:19 pm
Glacial eyes cast a glance towards the back of the room. Back to Sirless and the crowd that conveyed concern and worry in their back and forth movements. Cowards! Wayanna thought. They were nothing but cattle to be herded into whatever direction she sees fit. One day they would know how useless and pathetic they were, as for now it was all about waiting, timing and playing the cards you are handed in the right order. Wayanna returned her attention to the Hapan in front of her as if her attention had never been drawn.
Far to their right a small group of male senators had spied them from afar. Women were not few and far between in the Galactic Senate, however, men were the predominate species therein. To Wayanna, it seemed as though that statistic was just a popular opinion rather than fact. The way their eyes traced their bodies with some level of sexual interest. The fair haired female could feel their lust as powerfully as her own heart beating wildly within her chest cavity. It excited her, if only for a moment before her eyes searched the body of the woman in front of her. Disgusting, typical sex craved masculine advances seemed minute in comparison to Velyn Cor. A dime a dozen form of lust replaced by a taste of the sin she loved and adored more than all; The look in her eyes when she locked her gaze with her own. What person in the Universe would be stupid enough to pass up the opportunity to even just speak with this woman. There may be more than one use for her, if she played her cards carefully.
Wayanna raised her hand, her hair dancing back and forth across the peak of her bosoms as she shook her head. Velyn was being respectful, as most young Senators often did. If there was anything she hated more about being part of this cheap example of people with nothing important to say but bore the loudest voices, it was being called by her formal name as if she was some kind of God. Wayanna was no different from the scum that lined the streets outside this derelict place. Of course, organizing and establishing the new Sith Order, did place her above the common day riff raff. She preferred however, to continue this false facade to obtain a greater handle on the universe around her. The day she ruled it would be far sweeter than a premature genocide of her enemies. "Please, call me Wayanna. No need for the formalities amongst... friends." She put a slow and sweet emphasis on the final word in her statement. There was not a part of her that did not mean it.
Her female companion cast her eyes in a protective search for wandering eyes and ears. Wayanna made a mental note that they may want to find a more private area to have intimate conversations. Of course, Wayanna was not so forward as to assume anything, but the more Velyn spoke the more the Dark Lady in Wayanna wanted to see the woman do more with her lips. The Echani smiled sweetly and finally gave in to responding. "Agreed. But that is why they provide us with the bowls they set at the tables. The one they hope to trick us in to thinking is dinner. It's precious. If nothing else."
The pale haired Echani shot a glance towards Sirless and his following of awestricken groupies nearly wetting themselves from the news that followed. "Oh, Sirless? You have nothing to fear my dear Senator..." She leaned in even closer, her sweet pepperplant breath just inches from Velyn's ear. "I can think of a bigger demon, and she often wears pearl earrings." Wayanna shook her head ever so slightly as the pearls attached to her earlobes dangled gently against the side of her cheeks. A small snicker passed through her nose and her body began to circle Velyn. The clicking of her heels against the stone floor had lost its fearful melody, and took on a much more intimate feel. Once in front of the doors she stopped and blocked Velyn's exit strategy.
All she needed was one more solemn look across the spectrum of horror stricken faces. Proof that there was nothing of importance in this room besides Velyn and herself. Sirless no longer posed a threat to her, with the position he offered her it was the chance she needed in order to rebuild the Sith Academy. How it was doing, it was neither the right time nor place to find out. Hell would be paid if anything happened to her precious empire and thus, with the last statement Velyn relayed, Wayanna knew that she would play some kind of role in the reconstruction of her empire. If there was a better time to initiate a working partnership, it had yet to reveal itself. “So tell me something.” Her lips moved slowly, if one could read them, it would have looked as though she asked for a tissue; a feat she had learned many years ago. “What begged you to sell your soul to the devil of the Senate?” Of course, in the back of her mind she had crossed her fingers for the vinegar to continue to pour from her mouth and of course the enjoyment on her face as it happened. 
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Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 4:53 pm
He stepped out off the lift that had taken him to the floor where the conference hall was said to be. There he was supposed to find Senator Wayanna. This assignment was most dear to him as his life hung in the balance of it. Breathing most confidently with a posture of sure quality, Ra'Zul marched himself down the hall and into the room. The door slid open for him and he entered. He was met by a small contingent of guards, three of them. He gave them a data-pad that gave them his name, business, and who it was for.
"Thank you."
His conversation with them brief, could not end sooner as they moved apart and allowed him further access into the room. No doubt the looks upon the faces of the other Senators were a testament to the striking and most noticeable attires. He was never one for blending in too well. He looked about craning his head here and there until his piercing sapphire eyes rested upon two ladies sitting on a couch. He looked them over and looked at his pad. One of them fit the criteria, but she had most certainly changed. He started his advance on over to them and stopped in front of them.
"Excuse me ladies, but would either of you happen to be Senator Wayanna?"
His velvet medium-toned voice spoke. He knew who he was looking for, but wanted to keep the ever so unintelligible servant his Master had employed veil up for as long as he could. It kept things simple.
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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2010 8:54 pm
Sirless swirled his glass around a minute and listened to Wayanna, her answers painted a very intriguing picture. She had a good understanding of how politics worked. "True, thats why it pays to keep your eyes open to other angles. It is difficult for most people, but it is a wonderous skill I have developed over the course of many years. I would have to agree with you about that though, I don't believe in a single ruler but the senate doesn't get much done in any matter. We get constant arguments and reexaminations, and then there are over ruling votes and when certain groups intentionally stall out a motion to get their voices heard. It's enough to give a man a headache."
"Commendable? Not really, it is a job like any other. All though it does come with much better benefits." It was true for the most part, but her next question was the more important one. Well now, was this a general interest or a step towards her own come to power. Only time would tell. "My species can live a long time and our minds don't decay like mammalians. I think I would step down as soon as I got a better offer, I'm an intelligent man. I know when I've hit my limit."
"I don't quite know, but I will be looking into it. If there's a reason that is of concern I will find out. You don't need to worry at all about it." Sirless had his reasons for extending his hand out to these new planets, and they weren't the kind he made public. "I look forward to seeing what you can bring to council. Have yourself a good evening."
Sirless shifted himself toward another group of senators, his mind was still turning events over. He was forming plans for the days to come. There was something at work here this evening that wasn't quite the normal routine of politics and illegitimate deals. Something...out of place. Sirless was an old man, with lots of training and experience. He could tell when things were out of place, but something here was just wrong. When a normal person would put the thoughts out of their mind because they were getting nowhere, Sirless would continue to cultivate the paranoia until it was actually creditable. What it could be though to disturb him at a party that he was hosting.
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TheManWhoLivesintheClouds
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2010 9:55 pm
Wading through the useless trash that was most of the bodies of the senate was becoming mundane. Here was a woman was on the same level. At last, someone who understood. They needed to be in some remote suite, sipping wine, talking about the ideas and plans, sharing information about themselves and their goals. “Of course, Wayanna, I -” Velyn was about to offer some ornate compliment when the senator leaned in dangerously close. Velyn’s eyes lingered too long on the Echani’s smooth white shoulder as Wayanna’s pleasant sent saturated the air. Velyn suddenly felt light-headed. Her mouth grew dry and her tongue darted out to wet her lips, withdrawing back behind her teeth quick as a twitch. Unconsciously, a lock of her auburn hair became twisted between her thumb and forefinger. She felt Wayanna’s breath against her ear and resisted reaching out a hand behind her to find something solid to melt against. If Wayanna had been any further away, Velyn was sure she would not have heard at all, the precious confidence that was passed between them. Pearls. They swayed elegantly, a shade darker than the Echani’s marble complexion. Velyn was assaulted with white: dress, hair, teeth; did the glimpse of her incisors beyond the plump red lips appear sharpened? And the piercing green of her eyes, which saw everything, above and under the skin. This woman wasn’t a demon, she was a dragon.
Velyn was grateful that Wayanna moved behind her to give her the small mercy of a second to conceal the astounded, breathless look that stained her face. Blood pounded in Velyn’s ears so fiercely that she thought her head might pressurize. Who was this woman? Who was she that she could turn a grown woman, military leader, and senator into some gaping schoolgirl? The reminder of her identity sobered Velyn enough that she could turn to Wayanna swiftly, bored expression reposted, knees no longer quivering, and breath rate controlled. As she spoke, Velyn didn’t make eye contact with Wayanna once, lest she be drowned in that tide again. She smiled sardonically, knowing that Wayanna was well aware of her distress, and cleared her throat before answering tartly, “ I came here for the drinks.”
At that, Velyn gave Wayanna a look that begged her to let them escape from the room to somewhere more private. She did not need to observe the crowded room to know that at least half of the partygoers were watching their encounter. For a Senator who was already well-established, this was nothing but an impressive stunt. However, Wayanna had not left Velyn with enough wits to continue their conversation in public and she could not afford to be a spectacle only a few weeks into her term. She would tell Wayanna anything she wanted to know if she took away the possibility of scandal. Velyn’s gray eyes were that of a tired animal, defeated but ready to spring up if beckoned by her master to continue. It was another risk to assume that Wayanna was not enjoying watching the young Hapan senator squirm under her well-manicured fingers.
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Posted: Wed Jan 05, 2011 8:19 pm
Velyn’s eyes were now focused on the group of senators that which Wayanna had concentrated upon moments before this ordeal. Those piercing eyes that had drawn her attention were so precise and at the same time troubled. To what Sin did Wayanna owe this pleasure she had to wonder, in spite of already knowing? No. Velyn was far too beautiful to befall an objectionable and decaying sin such as Envy. Velyn did not want them to look at Wayanna, to allow thoughts of such a sexual magnitude to course through their minds. By the process of elimination, the Echani knew that the Hapan had only felt that way about her. Had the information been erroneous then it would not have been in Velyn’s best interests to leave. Thanks to this deduction, Wayanna had a clear handle on this lovely little creature and would exploit the leverage to learn all that she could before Wayanna could make a final decision. One thing was for sure she would be leaving with a new council member or there would be one less senator.
The slow motion sequence continued to run its course leaving nothing for Wayanna to do but wait. Her interest was that of Velyn and her strong and hateful stare. As if on cue, a voice she hardly recognized called out of the silence. It was nearly a whisper, a dim light piercing through thick velvet. It called out her name and the instant she turned towards the source, the slow motion intrigue subsided. The voices and light clambering of glasses crammed the room, Wayanna caught off guard only by the words Velyn spoke. This is the moment that the Echani had lean in towards Velyn, where she had left the woman standing, speechless. The last memory she had had of reality before the slow down process began. Pale form and all continued her final orbital dance around Velyn locking her eyes upon the voice that had called out her name. A spineless little creature, having the nerve to use her proper name in boorish manner, stood above another Echani senator. It was not his image that bothered her, it was his manner which offends and that would not go unpunished, of that she was sure.
‘I came here for the drinks.’ The beautiful Hapan crashed through Wayanna’s thoughts of destruction and death, the likes of which had yet to be possible by anyone outside of her circle of trust; which sadly included one other person. Perhaps now that group could transcend its loneliness and blossom into two. Wayanna had Velyn’s attention the only thing she needed was her trust and that wouldn’t be easily gained. Hapan are strong willed, superior leaders and as such did not do well when forced to trust someone they indeed do not. But something had changed the variables. In one single, solitary look, Velyn had given Wayanna the green and white flags. One, to allow the Echani to lead Velyn out of this room, the other was to whatever destination she desired. "I can offer you something better than this..."
It was then the Echani averted her attention back to the stranger amongst the sea of flesh. For what purpose would he have to be here looking for her? All of her family had been decimated and buried under a hundred years worth of investigation, of that she had made sure of. Wayanna had no friends, nor enemies to boot. And the enemies she had made had been sent on a permanent vacation of which they could not return from. Proficiency had been her most favored strong point.
It was only then speculated that someone using her proper name amongst strangers did not know her, if only for the fact he was speaking to the wrong Echani. That he had walked past her on his way towards the couch where said Echani sat. That being the case whatever reason he had for being there was strictly new information that Wayanna would have to catalog and seek out. Sending a messenger meant only that the sender of said message was waiting patiently for a response. How could she deny such an endearing sender, to not school his cohort further on what this particular Echani was to appear? Of course this drew another scenario into the mix, the sender, had no idea whom she was; and was basing their intel on hearsay evidence.
Smirking, Wayanna returned to Velyn with a glitter of mischief in her eyes. Again, Wayanna closed the gap between them, this time holding back her powers so that they could talk as one adult female to the other. Wayanna owed her that much since having played with her so fiercely the last time they shared a breathing space. “I know you want to leave. I know that because I want to leave.” Wayanna looked over at the messenger, assuring that he had yet to be corrected on his misinterpretations. “I have important business to attend to. Not here. This?” She paused for but a brief moment to discredit the senate with but a fractured chuckle. “This is not business. I can show you what business really is.” The Echani stepped even closer, it was just the two of them now. Her hand reached up and grasped Velyn’s arm so firm that if she had relinquished said hold the both of them would cease to stand in the same room together; that it was this connection that kept them together.
Wayanna felt within Velyn the kind of authority that few Sith had these days. Her emerald green eyes shot to the arm that she had within her grasp and then back up at Velyn with a look of surprise. “You’re…” She paused again. “Never you mind that. For now. I have to ask that you come with me. I believe my little friend over there is a bit confused. I do have matters to discuss with you but for now that will all come to light. If you want out of this cesspool, it is vital that you indeed follow.” But Wayanna did not offer the chance to decide she already had Velyn in her death grip and forced her to follow the last few steps between them and the messenger.
“When addressing a lady, you never call her by her true name. At least. Not here. And second of all, ensure you have the right person before making accusations. Senator Tay. My apologies.” Wayanna bowed at the woman sitting on the couch and drug the two of them calmly back to the door and brought them to the entrance where they had all the privacy in the world. The meeting hall entrance door shut behind them and they were alone.
“Alright. First things first. I ask questions. You answer them. Is that understood?” She waited for a nod or perhaps some kind of objection, either way she was running the show regardless. "First question. Who sent you?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 10:46 pm
Conference Room Hallway
Ra'Zul simply followed without objection or wish, and acted like a shell...until the true senator had shown herself and pulled him to where he had wished. His master had been right. It was strange to him that his Master knew this as if he were standing right with them. He knew this to be folly of course. So when he and the two ladies, the Senator he sought and another young lady who he knew not of, had been alone his manner changed and he simply nodded to her words. He cleared his throat as he formulated his thoughts into pinpoint spears of phrases and began to speak.
"My Master."
The Identity of his Master was ordered not to be revealed at such a time. He said it short, sweet and powerful. His voice had taken a more dominate tone, as he spoke.
"He assures your questions will be answered and then some if you simply do as I have come to inform you."
He knew only so much about her. First off, she was a powerful woman in all sense of the phrase, something his Master surely knew. Secondly, she was a woman of intellect and if he did not initiate the dance she would not join. He rose his hand to stop her from taking, praying for his life the whole time, but kept it squelched as he continued. He needed to complete his mission. He removed, from a pocket of his, a little comm projector. He activated it, and let its contents play. A man appeared but his image was completely blurred.
"Hello Wayanna, or is it Ursa? I am sure you go by both. You have no doubt been in contact with Ra'Zul my trusted courier. He is valuable to me and I would like him back as he is now. Your progress has been amazing and something to be commended on, but I think you are missing something. See while you are playing in your Senate, the Galaxy continues to turn and new developments occur. To find me, and who I am, as you have no doubt requested from this man, your journey will take you to the place where life is scarce, and the sands of time are eternal. I do look forward to meeting you. May the force be with you."
The comm shut-off and broke in Ra'Zul's hands. He placed the pieces back into the pocket the comm came from and he returned his gaze to Wayanna.
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