Kills Me to No End

[Judah Lesan]

Kamino, the place was constantly raining. If it were not for the scientific genius of the species which populated the world, no one would ever visit. Instead the place was littered with scientific corporations, one of which was an advanced pharmaceutical company. A contract had been taken out for the assassination of the lead research scientist by a rival company. Xander had been bored, so he took it. This was a job which was truly beneath him, but he needed to get away for a while, a vacation from reality if one willed.

His pilot left him away from the platform which the company occupied. He would have to make his way into the inside, and fighting the rain was something which he did not want to have to deal with. Incidentally, the force barrier he had kept around himself kept him dry. The Assassin moved about in the shadow the constant rain provided, undetected by those around him. Everyone was inside where it was dry, and he would be soon.

A small ventilation shaft proved to be the best entrance. Xander barely fit inside, but he'd managed tighter fits before. Once inside, he pulled himself along quietly without any noise until he reached the central hub of the environmental units. His clothes were simple. He was dressed in black for the kill, an armor weave body suit which kept him insulated, and boasted to show off his toned, masculine physique. The only weapons he carried for this job were his twin lightsabers and belt of throwing knives. The kill was expected to be easy, and could be done with the force, all he had to do was find the alien.

[member="Tmoxin Temi"]

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

While Tmoxin spent most of her time on Lok, where, despite the sulfur smell that pervaded the planet, she could either do business in the penthouse of Nym's Hotel and Spa or inside the Morpho Sporting Complex, she unfortunately found herself on Kamino this day.

In her large office whose 360 degree, glass walls displayed a grey, rainy pastoral behind her, the Hapan Executive sat at her desk at Morpho Pharmaceuticals. She was currently examining the building plans for Monarch Pharmaceuticals, the Liannan branch of her medical company. She was back at the helm of Morpho after being relegated to the sidelines following the sale of her flagship company to Salvatrucha, but it felt positively divine to be back as CEO.

Abruptly, Dr. Oovan, lead researcher, burst into her office without announcing his presence first, the door hissing open and startling her out of her concentration. The Kaminoans… so incredibly intelligent, but their brusque manners could use a polish, Tmoxin thought.

"A breakthrough!" he shouted excitedly, pacing around her office. "I want to show you what I've done with the latest batch of cells."

Tmoxin lifted her brown eyes up to him, her mouth in a tense frown. She opened her mouth but then shut it again. The Dark Jedi Knight had no problem verbally abusing Beulah her assistant, but she tried to refrain from doing so to the talent of Morpho. Even if they happened to be rude and inferior aliens.

"I don't appreciate the interruption," she said. "But I am curious." The Hapan CEO rose and followed Dr. Oovan out of her office and through the long Morpho hallway to the research labs. The Kaminoan kept pace aside her, his long neck swaying as he walked.

"Go on. Impress me, Doctor," she said with a smirk.

[member="Darth Vizios"]

 

[Judah Lesan]

From the duct work Xander could hear the conversation. The female voice he did not recognize, but the male voice he did. It belonged to his target, and the cells he was working on, a cure, a secret, Xander was to steal those for the competition. The job really was beneath Xander, but he felt the need to take it. His life was so mundane at this point. All the killing, and when he was not killing, he was trying to get his throne back. The cycle was sickening, and yet he hoped one of these jobs would lead him to something which would break up the monotony of it all.

The White Assassin waited in the ducting for the doctor to walk into the room. He was followed in by a rather attractive woman, reddish auburn hair, a nice figure, but it wasn't the beauty of the woman which caught his attention. She had a force signature. It was barely refined, minimal training, and slightly dark. Xander smirked. He no longer cared about stealth. This was a challenge, and she was the prize in all of it.

Stretching out with the force, he rested his thoughts on her mind. Words went from his mind to hers, as he detailed what he was doing to the doctor at that very moment.

"Fascinatingly smart aren't they, these scientists. It is a shame this one is dying. Look at him. He seems so healthy, but he is about to have a heart attack. No one will ever know by looking at it medically it was anything but natural, but you'll know. You'll know I used the force to focus on his heart at a molecular level, and I interrupted it's beating with a wave of the force which threatened to make it explode within him. Look at how even now he falls to his knees clutching at his heart. Too bad this project of yours dies with him."

Once the man was dead on the ground, Xander dropped from the large vent in the ceiling to reveal himself to the woman. He bowed as though he had just finished an artful performance. His eyes looked her over as he rose from the bow, and landed on the orbs set as jewels on her face.

"Hiding your gift of the force behind the facade of business? Tell me, what is your name. On my part, you may call me Darth Vizios for now, perhaps you will eventually learn my given name."

[member="Tmoxin Temi"]

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Tmoxin heard a foreign voice in her head, one which made her blood run cold. Someone had infiltrated the relatively secure Morpho offices and research laboratories. But the Hapan's immediate reaction was one of calm, although in the long, lone hallway there was no one she could alert to this breach. Until she reached the next area.

Temi, a veteran of ground warfare and espionage missions, slowly walked along, listening to the intruder in her head. But as the alien crumbled to the floor, she let out an audible gasp. Suddenly a figure dropped down from the ceiling, which caused her to momentarily shrink. Tmoxin didn't have her lightsaber on her, nor did she have a blaster. Her company was her fortress, and to date, no one had gotten inside quite like this… man.. near-human had.

But then, surprisingly he bowed and introduced himself as Darth Vizios. A Sith Lord.

Wasn't it always a Sith Lord behind these types of escapades?

"You have killed my lead researcher," she said in a growl. "Right now you are impeding me from making profits, Lord Vizios."

She stood firmly in one place - no weapon, no defenses and said, "What is the meaning of this sabotage in my own offices?" Her eyes glittered angrily, the Hapan executive not amused that he had literally executed a trusted colleague - not one she had particular fondness for - but a colleague just the same.

[member="Darth Vizios"]

 

[Judah Lesan]

"No name, such a pitty," Xander said as he stepped closer. "You might be trying to make profits, but you're competion wants your research. I was bored and took a job, and certainly did not expect to find a dark side leaning force user here. Forget the job, and me finishing it. You're the real boon in all of this."

Xander raised his hands to indicate he had no intention of reaching for his lightsaber to cut her down. Walking over to the body of the dead alien, Xander frowned a bit.

"A pity he had to die just to get your attention, but you see, I can't be caught, and won't be, so please do not try and alarm security. I would have to run my blade through your chest should you try, and I would rather not damage your perfectly shaped breasts."

His eyes looked her over again. She was the picture of calm, but he could feel her anger. She hated what he had done. Rage, it was fast path back to the dark side, back to embracing what she had been hiding from. Was she hiding? Xander did not know that, but he could discover it. His mind was strong, and more developed than other areas of skill. He could rip whatever he wanted from her mind. She'd become so comfortable in her high tower that he shields had not been in place for his mental message. Moved closer to her, looking over he perfect complexion, her rare beauty. He ventured a guess.

Hapan? I would guess you are, yet you haven't even given me a name. I can rip it from your mind you know, press in so deep that you can only scream to have me gone from it. I would rather not do that either, so please, your name."

[member="Tmoxin Temi"]

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

"And what competition is that?" asked Tmoxin boldly. Information right now was at a premium and there was no doubt she would reach out for it in whatever way was possible, even if it required violence. But as far as the Hapan executive was concerned Salvatrucha was smashing all of the competition. So this attack was very surprising indeed.

"Are they desperate for secrets?" she asked calmly. "Those who have hired you?"

Tmoxin's face was impassive until Xander made the specific comment about her breasts. She listened carefully to the rest of his commentary.

"Bite your tongue," she hissed. "if you know me to be Hapan, you will know that I do not take lightly to comments on my figure, nor my business acumen. I have found you to be quite impudent and rude. And of course, quite honestly, in my way," she continued.

His threats of mentalism did not persuade her. Tmoxin was very adept at Mind Control. In fact it was one of the only Force powers that she practiced regularly.

She cocked her head. "If you are here in my building, in the place of my business, Sir Viziso." she said downgrading him to a Sir. "You will know that my name is Tmoxin. But perhaps my reputation is something that's lost on someone so inferior as a bounty hunter or assassin."

She stood her ground and would not make any more moves until answers were revealed.

[member="Darth Vizios"]

 

[Judah Lesan]

"Oh come now, you expect me to give you answers simply because you demand. Defintitely Hapan, Witches have a more exotic beauty than the refined beauty you boast. Yes, there are those desperate for your reasearch secrets, and they would have gotten them too, but for your force sensitivity."

Vizios watched curiously as she positioned herself as though she were the one in command. He smirked. Xander had a weakness for strong women, and for now he had to put that aside. They were engaged in a battle of dominance, control. Either she would capitualte, or not. Xander had determined his resolve in the matter. This Tmoxin was not going to have the satisfaction of commanding him as though he were hers to order about. There were only three women that ever had that privaledge, his master, a mentor, and his red huntress Kazrah. All three of them were long in the grave by now, and Xander had never sought to allow anyone to replace them in his life.

"I am in your way, yes, impudent, perhaps compared to the men you are used to, weak men that are easily controlled, but rude... I have been no more rude than your own measure to me, milady. You should know reputation means nothing to me, I am Sith, and your aura seems to indacate you would know somthing of that nature."

Xander stepped closer to her. Clearly he was attempting to make her a tad uncomfortable. His eyes peered deep into hers. Should she look for it, she would find his wounded heart. Xander was more transparent than liked, or would admit.

"If you knew your galactic history you would also know my reputation, and your Hapan propriety would not allow you to refer to me as, Sir, but by the title which is my right to wear proudly, King. I can assure you, dear Tmoxin, would you know the resources and capital behind my name, you would care less about the dead researcher, and about the opportunity in front of you. Granted... my entrance likely has you biased to hate me. Be assured when I say there was nothing personal about this. Should you treat me as someone inferior then it may be. Despite my culture, and how women are viewed, I have not treated as the men of world would."

The White Assassin took a step back.

"Have my answers to your questions been satisfactory enough that we can move to why I even showed my face, and announced my presence to your mind?"

[member="Tmoxin Temi"]

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

So far Tmoxin hadn't acknowledged that Darth Vizios knew she was force sensitive. While she used to hide it, it wasn't as if she felt the need to anymore. She rarely used the Force in her business dealings. And since she was attempting to stay on good standing with the One Sith and her former enemies, she considered that transparency of her Dark Jedi status was the best route.

And of course as the assassin pointed out, it was a good intimidation tactic.

But if she were unable to put aside her Hapaness for a civil conversation, well she should just be back under the blinding shadows of those seven moon. As he stepped closer, she replied, "I have a tumultous relationship with the military industrial complex that is the One Sith. I served my time as you are serving yours. Feels like a jail sentence at times, doesn't it?" she said, trying to assess his loyalty.

And he was also right that she really didn't care that much about Dr. Oovan besides his science acumen. He was a brilliant researcher yes, but she could employ more. Kamino was teeming with them.

After pressing her lips together tensely, she finally said, "An opportunity."

Watching him carefully, she slowly brought out her datapad, which had a commlink hooked to it. Pressing the device to her ear she said, "Beulah, please have someone clean up a mess in the hallway of sector seven." Coldly stepping over the Kaminoan scientist, she walked a few steps ahead and looked back over her shoulder to see if Vizios was coming.

"I will listen to your proposal, but only after you tell me the information I seek. Again, I do not take lightly to executions in my place of business and retribution is in order. If you like, I will make sure you are kept out of it... Your Majesty." The last part was said in a more teasing tone, versus her usual display of arrogance.

[member="Darth Vizios"]

 

[Judah Lesan]

"I am quite aware of the campaigns," Xander said in a tired tone. "820 years ago we were not the genocidal maniacs we seem to have become. I should know. I was there."

She was searching his loyalties, she would know them. He was loyal to himself above anything. He would not bat an eye at leaving the Sith nor the assassins should be in his best interest to do so. Thus far, no one had made it in his best interest. Could she? His mind could easily imagine what he could accomplish with a Hapan at his side. Was it so far off the imagination she could see the possibilities of a royal benefactor, a partner, something much more should it be the cost of having her at his side. The darkness was strong with her. Clearly she reveled in it.

"You would understand my surprise to sense a darksider here upon my arrival. Granted this opportunity or proposal is somewhat still forming in my mind. Perhaps you will help be find its conclusion," Xander said as he followed.

Reaching into a small pouch on his utility belt, Xander procured a flimsi card with the name of his benefactor for this job. The company he owned would be easily researched from there. It was a sign of good faith Xander was not here to double cross the woman. He knew better than to anger a Hapan. He'd done business with them in the past, and it had always been a challenge as the women asserted themselves quite well. Strong women, Xander had always had an attraction to them.

"A sign of good faith then. You will be able to get what you need from there. This is all I have by way of information. More could garnered but, I do not take data pads with me when I am going to make a kill. Delivery of the vial was to be proof. Perhaps you could whip up a counterfeit for me to take to him, or maybe you would pay my organization to have him assassinated? All off topic questions I suppose. You wanted to hear the opportunity."

He assumed they were headed to her office, or maybe some place more private to discuss things of a more sensitive nature. He'd remain quiet on his offer until they reached where they were going. In a matter of seconds the room would be scanned for bugs, and all of them neutralized. Electronic communication through the force was an amazing thing.

[member="Tmoxin Temi"]

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Tmoxin's eyes widened when Darth Vizios mentioned his age. There was only one other Sith that she knew was as old, and like the man in front of her, he also retained a youthful, handsome appearance. And people criticized her for being vain and appealing to the ageists with her "fountain of youth" techonology and drug treatments. The irony!

She stepped back when he withdrew something from his belt, but when she realized it wasn't a weapon, the Hapan executive came closer again and took the flimsi card. Examining it, she nodded and tucked it into her jacket pocket. "If you need proof of the assassination, just take the body. It's of no use to me anymore. Once Beulah has this mess cleaned up, Dr. Oovan will be behind the building where shipments are delivered. There's no way I'm letting the local authorities into Morpho."

By the eternal core, I'm not having the Tipoca City police sniffing around my laboratories, she thought.

She smiled to herself picturing Vizios dragging the alien's body to his ship like some wretched souvenir, but she wasn't sure he would care. Like her, when his job was done, it was completely and unequivocally done.

"Yes, my office is this way," she said. After they entered, he would see a large office with full length windows which featured the grey, stormy skies of Kamino. The diffused lighting tried to give the space a little cheeriness, but there wasn't much that could be done to perk the office up without natural light. A pink orchid sat on her long, horizontal durasteel desk, but even that had little chance of brightening a room that had never seen the sunlight.

She sat down behind the desk, and at once, seemed more at ease. At least this day had become one hundred percent more interesting than it was been thirty minutes ago, and she had the unexpected arrival of a Sith Lord to thank for that.

"Please sit down. Beluah can get you anything you need - a stimcaf or a drink?" Tmoxin paused. "You finally have me curious about this opportunity."

[member="Darth Vizios"]

 

[Judah Lesan]

"Wine, red, and it must be a good year."

There was no hesitation in what he wanted to drink. Xander enjoyed his wines. The noble Sith was an expert on his wines after all. Indupar and Ec Pand proudly exported wine as their major export. The hood which had covered most of Xander's features was pushed back to reveal his strong chiseled jaw line. His sideburns were longer than what most men considered fashionable, and seemed more to be chops. Blue eyes were serene, and hard to tell they belonged to a man capable of being a ruthless killer. The King was handsome, and it was a commonly known fact. Xander's looks rivaled even those of the men from Tmoxin's home of origin.

"We both have needs, wants, desires. The opportunity presented is simply a chance to see how we can fulfill those for the other," Xander let the suggestion hang in the air knowing a pause of some length would insinuate he was talking of something physical in nature. "For instance, I am certain you need financing for projects which cannot be funded by traditional means. The economy of my home world is rather lucrative. Wine exports always make good credits for the monarchy. With the resources of two worlds behind me, I could finance a number of questionable activities."

He watched her to see how she would gauge what he said. A goblet of wine was placed in his hand, and with a nod, Xander finally sat in the chair across from her on the otherside of the desk. Such a shame there was a desk between them. The barrier was not needed, and certainly the power statement it stood be was a moot point considering what Xander had demonstrated his power to be. Almost in an act of annoyance, Xander placed his boots on the desk.

"Now suppose someone such as yourself were to help me get my throne back, however this were to happen, I might find myself in an appreciative and giving mood. Unlike the war machine that is the One Sith, I subscribe to a little give and take. I give a little, you take. You give a little, I take."

Xander smirked and sipped his wine. His voice clearly flirtatious and charming as he relayed his thoughts. The wine was raised to his lips, and the deep colored liquid slipped passed and down his throat.

"Of course, that is one example of many opportunities my imagination can come up with. There are others, but I'm certain your pride wouldn't begin to entertain those by the impression of our first meeting."

[member="Tmoxin Temi"]

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

"Of course. The wines I keep in stock are always of the best vintage. My favorite is Smuggler's Red from Corellia." She paged Beulah, and shortly the attractive brunette assistant brought in two glasses and the bottle for the two executives to drink.

Darth Vizios had a touch of Hapes about him with his strong, dark looks and what appeared to be the enviable genes of nobility. This put her at ease. But remember, Tmoxin, she told herself. He is your equal. He is not inferior like a Hapan man. Sometimes she truly did have to remind herself of this fact as it was second nature.

"Financing would be good, although I have several lines of credit at my disposal," she said. "However I could use a manufacturing contact with your home world to produce medicines, drugs and whatever products you need from Morpho. Does that interest you?"

She narrowed her eyes, as in a cavalier manner, Darth Vizios put his boots on her desk. How cheeky could one man be! Here he has just murdered my lead researcher and now he's putting his muddy boots up on a surface I practically eat on! Oh the outrage going through Tmoxin's mind.

With her hand and a subtle touch of Telekensis, she pressed against his legs so that his boots would fall off the desk. It was a gentle reminder that she also knew the Force as well, although she would never admit to him how out of practice she was. If he kept up with his own training, he would be a far superior opponent.

"Is the wine good?" she asked, taking a drink herself.

"And I am intrigued. Is this a magic throne?" Tmoxin asked with a touch of playful sarcasm. But her chestnut eyes shone brightly with interest over the mention of the throne, knowing his meaning was one of power and less about the actual chair on which he would sit.

[member="Darth Vizios"]

 

[Judah Lesan]

"Corellian's are known for their alcohol aren't they," he answered when she asked if the wine was good. Of course he was delaying his answer as he was more interested in playing at this little game. He had smirked at her little display of the force which caused him to sit upright on afluid motion which would have looked to the observer he had done it of his own volition. "The wine is a good year. It will do. Granted, at my age of 847, the wine in my private reserve is much older than this. You would appreciate it I think..."

He grinned again at how easily he found it to flirt with her depsite the fact he had just killed her lead researcher. Clearly she wass getting upset, and he enjoyed it. She was cute when iritated he'd decided. She certainly would not want to become iritated enough to challenge his prowess with the force, after all, he was a master at killing with it. Tired of sitting he stood anyway and moved toward the windows as he pondered the thought of the outside influence of foreign companies. Turning to the Hapan he gave her an unsure look.

"The Induparan Crown Worlds have like changed very much since my initial reign, and I am not sure they would take well to outside companies being party to the resources you suggest. Perhaps once the throne is mine, and some changes are made, there would be many business opportunities for you there. Unfortunately it is not a magic throne to my knowledge," he teased with a smirk.

He finished the wine and set the empty glass on the desk exactly where his feet had been.

"From the seat of power which is still technically mine, I would command two worlds. They are near Techno Union Space where the OP recently left a void. There is much to do for me to even get the throne in return, but should someone percived to be Hapan royalty want to pay a visit, I am certain they would appreciate it. The men would all of them be like me to some degree. Women are viewed as Hapan's look at a man. I have since come to appreciate the equality which can be shared, and the areas in which women certainly are far superior to men."

Xander sat back down.

"Perhaps you would be willing to sneak me back into the palace? Naturally in this scenario I would be yours to command as you saw fit."

[member="Tmoxin Temi"]

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Tmoxin had a fondness for Smuggler's Red, but she supposed someone who dealt in wine exports had a more selective palate. Either way, she swirled the wine in her glass appreciatively. Like coating your insides with satin, she thought at the dry, spicy red wine.

The Hapan executive then watched as Darth Vizios rose and gazed out of the window, lost in his own thoughts, because no sane person would be staring out at the grey, dreary sky of Kamino with that much longing. Rather they would be thinking: how do I get off of this blasted planet? At least that is what went through the red-haired CEO's mind at least once a day.

"Very well," said Tmoxin. These Crown Worlds sounded a lot like Hapes. The Blood Monarch's reputation on her own homeplanet was such that she was not even allowed to do business on Hapes. One day that could change, but she understood a planet being picky over who it did business with.

She listened carefully to his proposal. This subterfuge of pretending she was Hapan royalty was not something she normally would even entertain. But truth be told, Tmoxin was bored on Kamino. Her boredom normally led to something either very productive or very reckless. In this circumstance it seemed the latter, but she was intrigued enough to ask: "If I were to sneak you back in as you describe it... what's in it for me? Surely that's a lot of work for a contract."

Tmoxin was no royal Hapan, but she had served the Queen as one of her secret service agents. The only reservation, besides the fact that this was a crazy plan, was that someone in these Crown Worlds would be aware of the current Queen's court. But it was something which could be worked out later, she supposed.

[member="Darth Vizios"]

 

[Judah Lesan]

"My dear, should you help me, I would be in your debt. Can you imagine the benefits of having a Sith in your debt, and one with two worlds, and an army, to command. This debt would not be one so easily repaid either."

Xander paused and let the silence linger a moment to allow what he had said to sink in. In truth, Tmoxin likely came out of this deal on top. She would leave Indupar, or whever they chose to part, Xander as her wild card so to speak. While he would likely not look at it as a debt, but rather that he would allow her to call on him to advance her own interests when her hands needed to remain clean, they would be working together for the foreseeable future. Xander was pleased with this, and the observer may say he had manipulated the outcome to see it that way. After all, she was a beautiful woman, and Xander would be a fool to not make an attempt to earn her favor, and more.

"The men of my world are arrogant, though I am certain you surmised that from observing myself. I admit it is a weakness, but one that has served me well. If we say you are a Ducha from some obscure Hapan world which is not known to many outside the cluster, I am more than certain the regality of the Induparan Court will not be suspicious of any deception."

Of course Xander was not reading her thoughts, but rather formulating a believeable plan as he spoke. Xander was an astute strategist, and tended to think in advance. His farseeing aided him to some degree, but the King found it more a curse than a tool. Many a canvas liter his quarters and cargo hold of visions which carried with them the events of his future. Should they come with an agreement to travel together, Xander would be certain to to discern a scene of the woman's future. This had happened on several, but very rare, occasions. He hoped to spare the Hapan his secret.

He leaned forward from the chair and placed his right forearm on the desk, his left resting on the right as he looked into the eyes of the redheaded woman. A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as they rested their briefly. Xander had been unaware of the reaction, and would deny it should it be told him. The response was not a normal one for the Sith.

"Naturally I will front the cost of this charade. My tailor will make you something suitable for the role you are to play, and when his is finished the dress, or dresses, will be yours to keep. Of course should this endeavor succeed and my throne is reclaimed, you must spend a couple days as a guest of the crown."

[member="Tmoxin Temi"]

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Tmoxin poured herself another glass of wine and leaned back in her chair, just listening. She then ran her hands down her pencil-straight skirt, smoothing out the material so she could cross her legs.

Darth Vizios was clever indeed, honing right in on something that would actually appeal to the Hapan executive, possibly more than a lucrative contract. While she only had his word on this, she would indeed like a partnership with him in this respect. Her “Black Moth” had recently disappeared and she could no longer locate him. Furthermore, the Moth was able to carry out assassinations and executions for her, but he did not wield the power or influence of a Sith.

She laughed, a musical tone, that signaled honest amusement at situation. “A Hapan Ducha,” she said. “My childhood dreams have come true!” she said in mock-dramatic fashion.

But she leaned into her desk as well, not making eye contact with Xander. She pulled out her datapad and checked her calendar. Pushing it away, she met his gaze again, tucked a rogue strand of red hair behind her ear and said:

“Okay, I’ll do it. I can free up my schedule for the most part. Just promise me that it does not rain that much on the Induparan Crown Worlds, and you have yourself a deal.”

The constant rain did drive the Hapan Dark Jedi a little stir-crazy. Perhaps it was the fact that she was raised under the bright lights of the Seven Moons of Hapes. Or maybe it was seasonal affective disorder. But either way, she reasoned that a trip off-world would be a welcome change of pace.

Besides, it had been far too long since she was treated to the kind of hospitality that Darth Vizios appeared to promise. Tmoxin’s personal life was either bedroom-as-boardroom meetings or vice versa, or she was sneaking around Kuat with Aleksandyr Gaillard who couldn’t even be seen in public with her. How nice it would be to stroll right into a situation - as a Hapan Ducha no less - and be instantly adored and admired. Biting her bottom lip, she asked, “When are we planning on leaving?”

[member="Darth Vizios"]

 

[Judah Lesan]

The sarcasm dripping on Tmoxin's words brought a short chuckle from Xander. He enjoyed her humor, what little of it she had expressed thus far. He could tell he had her interest when she smoothed out her skirt. When she leaned forward, he knew he had her completely. Pushing his glass forward, Xander motioned for a refill, since Tmoxin was pouring her own already, and took a sip when finished.

"On the contrary. Indupar will be near full autumn at this time of year, and I can not only promise you it will not rain, but I can promise you the diversity of colorful leaves, the slight chill in the air which causes the spine to tingle in a pleasurable fashion, and smell of fresh air blown in by the autumn breeze. This is by far the best time to travel to Indupar in my opinion."

Of course Xander would know how to sell the trip to happen as soon as the Hapan could clear her schedule. The Sith finished the wine. He still mused to himself it was nothing like what he had in his private reserve, but it was the best he'd had in a long time. Tmoxin did know er wine. This was a bonus as far as Xander was concerned.

"We can leave as soon as you are ready. If you wish I can come and get you after I've closed out this contract. If I keep the benefactor waiting, he will grow suspicious, and I'd hate to have him on edge when you 'deal' with him."

Xander stood and offered a bow.

"I shall leave you to your privacy once more, and return in one week's time. Also, he expecting a delivery before then."

Pulling his hood back over his head, Xander opened the ventelation shaft with a flick of the wrist and was gone. He'd exited the same way he'd enetered, and was soon at the rendezvous for his ride back to his own ship.

[member="Tmoxin Temi"]

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