If You Got The Money, I've Got The Time

[Corey's OOC]

The Innesco was a wonderful ship. Marek had personally met with part of the project teams, to bring a bit more luxury into the organic design. He was not going to take credit for the final design, but he would take credit for the push in the proper direction. As was his mantra, there was a distinct joy in having something’s form mirror its function. As well as Silk made ships, they were ugly.

Mon Calamari designs had such an organic grace to them. “She’s of Mon Cal design, the people there are known for making what they know.” And that was fish. Sea food was a little subpar on the world, too raw for his taste. “They were assisted by Saiba Group, and well, some Bright Star members had a small influence on the final concept.” Not really design, but as stated, form was important. "Regretfully, she is too small for an escape pod. But she is designed to outrun anything coming after her. SLAM engines, and Distress Beacons were added to this one. I prefer to know where my assets are.” And with that Marek made, what the first? Was that really only the first? Of claims that he was the one in charge here.

It wouldn’t be the last.

“If you’d like to check the inside. She’s coded to your identity card for now, you can change that, install a pass-code or biometic lock, if you wish.” He motioned for her to step to the landing gear, where the boarding ramp would be released. No one would be stealing this from her unless she seriously misspoke or made the wrong decision on who to trust. The interior, to Marek, was more important to the exterior, but a ship needed to scream who you were.

Which was why he flew a Challenger.

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

No wonder the ship looked like something that glided effortlessly along the bottom of the sea. "Mon Calimari design," Tmoxin said nodding. "I should have guessed. And with no escape pod I will just need to become a better pilot," she added.

The Hapan climbed up the boarding ramp, inspecting the details of the ship. Everything was exquisitely designed right down to the subtle red band separating the two portions of its fuselage.
She turned around and beamed at Marek Starchaser. "I'm going to call her the Stingray. The Sovereign Stingray."

The inside of the ship was no less exquisite:

And while the upholstery and decor were more than satisifactory, it would be fun to redecorate it just the same. She could envision leather couches, a color change to the walls possibly. The center table would be perfect for entertaining.

"I can't thank you enough, Marek," she said to the Brightstar CEO. "This is just... well, I'm still stunned by your generosity."

Tmoxin sat down on the sofa and bounced a little on it, testing it for comfort. It was so plush and inviting, you could almost sleep on it. She rose again and then she removed her leather blazer and draped it across the back of the couch. The Morpho CEO went over to the bar area and marveling that it was already fully stocked, she removed a bottle of Smuggler's Red and poured herself a glass.

"Would you like one too?" she offered.

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[Corey's OOC]

Right, better pilot. Was that a woman thing, or just… a Hapan thing? Marek nodded at her. “If you need pilot lessons, that’ll be extra.” He laughed a little and shook his head. As she walked the boarding ramp, he followed her, in not-the-most gentlemanly way that he could muster. Really, it was what? The first chance for a glance? And he was Marek. He’d take any chance he had.

Ships were one’s home away from home. That was one thing he and Coren could agree on. But this? The Stingray as she was to be called was definitely a work of art. She was set up for just about anything [member="Tmoxin Temi"] could envision. And part of him had this elated feeling at the waves of… was that joy? Excitement? Whatever delicious emotion she was radiating.

Now that was an addicting thing, when people tossed emotions off in the Force. Half the reason he needed less than half the number of drinks while aboard his casinos.

“Again, take it as an advance. I need everyone looking… perfect.” He grinned once more, watching her take a seat on the couch. He entertained himself my looking over the lay out of the main floor. He knew how the ship was constructed, but it still was a mobile work of art.

“Oh, of course, Miss Temi.” He turned to look back at her with a smile.

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Tmoxin poured Marek Starchaser a glass of red wine and brought it over to him, her fingers softly brushing his as she handed him the glass. She then took her own wine glass and perched again on the sofa. The Hapan CEO was wearing a thin white tee-shirt under her jacket and a pair of tailored shorts:

Spoiler

Content to stay in the comfortable and private environment of the yacht, she finally kicked off her beige-colored high heels and tucked her feet demurely under her as she sat.

“You know the ritual when you break a bottle of champagne over a new starship for safe travels?” she asked, hypothetically because of course he did. “I always found that a waste of good alcohol.” She lifted her brown eyes to his and gave him another mischievous smile.

“Besides,” she added, running her finger around the lip of her glass. “I wouldn’t want to hurt the hull of the Stingray. So I suppose we’ll have to christen the ship another way.”

She gave him a small shrug and titled her head so her long, red hair cascaded down one side of her body. Both actions and the sly smile would be difficult to misinterpret.

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[Corey's OOC]

There were so many signs that Marek just wouldn’t be missing. He grinned when Tmoxin stepped over to him, and he gave her a pretty clear once over when she touched him. He hadn’t been expecting that, otherwise, he may have had a little bit of Force-enhanced sensation for her. But as it were? He was just glad for the bit of company with his newest asset.

He lay into the couch and moved his right arm along the back, towards the redhead. A smirk found his lips as he took a sip of the wine, he really did prefer his liquors, and Whyren’s to be specific, but this? For the atmosphere here? It was perfect. “There are so many better rituals.” He grinned at her, clearly reading the next few steps.

It was Marek after all, not godmodding.

He’d been wrong once.

It was a Tuesday.

He reached out to touch her when she was looking for another way to christen the ship. “Can always use my fall-back plan. When champagne isn’t available.” He touched her arm, sending a jolt, lightly enough, into her. “Or when we’d prefer to drink it instead…”

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[Tmoxin Temi]

Tmoxin was already feeling heady and relaxed from the wine and the surrounding luxury of the yacht. So finally when Marek touched the Hapan's arm, she felt a prickle of electricity. Not sure if that was the Force or just the normal spark you feel during a seduction, it was an intriguing sensation and not wholly unpleasant. Her breath caught in her throat and then suddenly she no longer felt the tingle. In fact, the absence of the feeling only made her want it more.

Perhaps it was the wine which caused her to be bold and take more dangerous chances. She had no idea how powerful the businessman was with the Force. If she allowed him to see that she also had darkside Force powers, she could be opening Pandora's box. It wasn't as if Tmoxin was completely naive about what she was getting into but at the same time part of her found it hard to resist the depraved temptation to go into Starchaser's mind with her own voice. Would he be surprised that she was also a Force user? Or did he somehow know already?

She sent him message directly into his consciousness: I want you to do that again.

Tmoxin then reciprocated with a touch to his arm back and leaned in to kiss him, hoping he wouldn't lash out at her with the sudden intrusion into his mind.

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[Corey's OOC]

Marek would always lie to those who asked if he was using the Force or if it was just the magnetisms between two involved that caused the spark against the skin. He’d always say it was the latter to the ones who he didn’t care for or the ones he knew were only around for the evening. But for others? They would know where it came from, Forcer or not, he wanted his partners to know the full extent of how he had mastered the Force.

Hedonism. That was how he used it. Any other way he used it would be dangerous. For everyone.

The Master of Hedonism didn’t have any need nor want to learn to track others in the Force, or learn the extent of their powers. That was one thing he didn’t care for, it was… messy and opened up a slippery slope of what was appropriate and what was an issue. But when [member="Tmoxin Temi"] pressed into his mind, past a nearly non-existent defense, the result of the current situation, he grinned.

So, she was a Forcer. She was full of surprises.

“You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” He grinned as she slid over, her lips meeting his. A strong hand grabbed her upper arm, firmly but not terrifyingly so, just enough so she knew what he was physically capable of, and a jolt entered her again, even if the intensity of his grip lied to the intensity of the charge.

He was here for fun, not here to break his new toy.

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Tmoxin had started something that she was determined to now finish, even if she did so with some apprehension, mostly because she wasn’t entirely sure how the Force and love-making worked together or if they even worked together at all. From her limited experience, she would guess they did.

Sliding into Starchaser’s mind was easier than she thought it would be. For some reason, Tmoxin had expected resistance – even a barrier of some sort. But Marek was open and vulnerable, which excited the red-haired Hapan. She smiled when he said she was full of surprises, and with flushed, hot cheeks she kissed him even deeper. When he grabbed her wrist let out a small yelp because his touch was unexpectedly firm. And as she had asked him to do, the CEO sent that same kind of electricity through her, but this time stronger. As though it flowed through her veins she could feel it intensely at the spot where he held her firmly, but then the residual effects traveled to other parts of her body, and Tmoxin cried out in pleasure. Her breathing quickened, and the Hapan lay her head against the back of the sofa, and with the hand that wasn’t being restrained, pulled him closer, inviting him to press against her.

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