Le Lendemain Matin

[Sitara Qin]

“A proper woman to do what I’ve done?” She wrinkled up her nose. “Trust me, sweetie. You don’t need a proper woman. Improper is where it’s at.” She winked. Sure, she was pretty shameless sometimes, but that was why she was fun. She didn’t mind playing around a little, nor did she mind showing off more skin than she needed to. Were her skirts already short? Great. Cut them two inches shorter. And if it was illegal anywhere—and if she didn’t love shopping so much—might as well just walk around in the nude.

She searched through the other containers, realizing everyone had so much junk. This wasn’t the lost and found. This was the fething garbage room. Seriously? Pantaloons? Who even wore these things anymore. The droid beeped merrily in the background, and for some time, Sitara even forgot it was there. She sighed, and looked at Marek as he was excavating another container.

He lifted up a datapad, and Sitara raised an eyebrow. She watched as he entered his password, and the thing unlocked. She let out a sigh of relief. “Yay.” She said, with forced enthusiasm. She clapped her hands together slowly, and perched herself on top of one of the closed containers. She chuckled. What was she expecting? Some skilled slicer to leak everything in his nudie collection to add to some cool drama? This wasn’t a soap opera, Sitara.

“Well, that was anticlimactic.”

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[Corey's OOC]

Yeah, well sometimes things were working for the best for Marek. The trick of it really was that he wasn’t that solid with the operations of most things. That’s why he was allowing Techno Union programmers to create an AI with the sole purpose of helping him through the day to day life of well.. everything. He much preferred working from pen and paper than electronic everything and learned what he could on a necessity, the little-did-he-know bit was that there were slicers that specialized in covering their tracks.

One such was actually Jennifer Blanchard, a slicer he vouched for and brought into the Techno Union to train with the Obsidian Order. She was doing very well, and he knew that she was taking a few levels of Sith education from her temporary Master in Darth Carach. He wasn’t sure how well that would fly with Obsidian leadership, but Marek didn’t care.

“I never said I wanted a proper woman, you are too much fun to trade for something like that, my dear.” He grinned as he looked at the datapad again, unlocked in his hands, he was swiping through the files, before tipping it up to check the image and video files, without [member="Sitara Qin"] getting a peak.

"Well, you know what isn't anti-climactic..." He grinned, looking over the top of his datapad at her.

 

[Sitara Qin]

“I think I do.” She said, her fingers moving. The datapad twitched, slipping free from Marek’s fingers and floating to her hands. She grinned, twirling the piece of technology in her fingers. She tapped one of the folders releasing a series of…interestingly provocative images. Her cheeks burned a soft red and she laughed. “Wow.” She uttered, moving the datapad back to him.

“Nice collection you got there.”

She crossed her legs and stretched, as she eyed him. Definitely an interesting collection that well…featured him and a few ladies she didn’t recognize. Lots of successful men were players, and she could see why. They could all definitely afford a harem. She grinned, eyeing him slowly from his abdomen to his bright eyes. She bit her lip, playing with her bottom lip for a bit before speaking up. She tossed her hair to the side and smiled.

“Y’know, I think I know a way to make your little collection more interesting.”

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[Corey's OOC]

Right, Force user. He should be more aware of who he was around. After all, he did take a Sith to bed. Surprisingly she didn’t black widow him, which was probably for the best, he had planned a lot of work for the next few months within the Techno Union and Bright Star. He shook his head as she watched her go through the pictures. Was there anyone really that famous in them… It wasn’t that she hadn’t see his tools yet.

Well, not all of them.

Nice collection? Damn straight. He gave her a grin. Grabbing his datapad back, he met her eyes and grinned. “Oh yeah? What you have in mind then?” His eyes darted around the area. They did leave this building for a more private venue after all.

[member="Sitara Qin"]

 

[Sitara Qin]

Like she needed to spell it out for him.

She rolled her eyes and played around with the feather boa. She looked over at the droid. “You. Droid. Leave. Now.” She commanded, and the droid beeped along enthusiastically.

“Are you ready to terminate you searching program?”

“No.”

“Searching program not terminated. Do you require assistance?”

“No.”

“This droid shall be waiting outside the door when you are ready to terminate your search.”

“Excellent.”

She waited until the doors clicked back together. “I don’t have to tell you. But I can show you.”

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[Corey's OOC]

Did she need to spell it for him? No way in hell. Marek knew exactly what she had in mind, and he was A-OK with that. He grinned when she ordered the droid to leave. He sat his datapad down, well, maybe he should kick it to the door, but... nah, not right now. He’d remember it, right? If not he would know why he didn’t have it the first time, her name was [member="Sitara Qin"].

The droid was leaving, and that was, well, he wasn’t shy. Clearly. And that was why he didn’t pull the ‘pad from her hands as soon as she tugged at it. He was a Zeison Sha student, and a Master for the Obsidian Order, and a sometimes Sith Lord, y’know, when he felt like getting crazy. He leaned against the desk and grinned.

“Then show me.”

 

[Sitara Qin]

With the feather boa still wrapped around her neck, she had one of the ends whip him in the face. It wouldn’t hurt, it was a frigging feather boa. Using the force, it slipped off her neck and travelled to his face, coiling around his neck slightly before blinding him. The pink boa was now wrapped around him, and she began to pull it slighty, just barely choking him.

“Don’t mind if I do….”

The droid was still waiting patiently out the door, waiting for them to call for his assistance. He beeped merrily as the servants were cleaning up around him. Such was the life of a droid.

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