Protecting all that is Pink

[Breanna Volsh]

Bree felt herself shrinking she looked around at everyone working, enjoying, not a worry or concern on their mind except how to help the customer experience the next level of intimacy.

Bree shook her head to clear away the cobwebs and thoughts that seemed to pull her down. She had not told anyone but there had been a few well-placed death threats lately. While they did not name her the individual that it pointed at was either referred to as the Engineer, or the faceless nameless usurper of slaves who had better watch out.

Bree was concerned that they would find out it was her come to the Palace and with [member="Jericho"] sticking to the true essence of his name, a shadowy figure that melted away. She knew he would come if needed, but she also knew he had duty and a mission that he adhered to.

She needed security she had security system in the Palace, but she needed someone, or a few someone's who could keep to the shadows, yet make a strong presence to ward off anyone who even thought of crossing the threshold of the Palace to do harm.

She was looking up mercenaries today they usually took on jobs like this, and they were usually very good at what they did.

A few responses had come very quickly, she waited now he wouldn't give his name readily just in case, she had a feeling there was more to why he wouldn't give the name. She'd ask of course.

Right now, she waited.

[member="Miles Varden"]

 

[Miles Varden]

A job offer had come through the holonet for a protection service on Zeltros. The details were foggy but the pay was good. He wasn't doing it for the pay really, it was just going to be nice to has that extra jingle in his pocket aside from his military pension. He brought his armor but had just arrived in system on local transport and was moving through the customs line. When he teached the agent at the front, he flashed his Protectorate badge and told them he was here on business. The pink haired agent smiled with lust behind her eyes and let him pass. Being that he was in sealed armor, he was immune to the hypnotic effects of the Zeltron race.

He looked at his datapad with the address of this Palace he was meeting his employer at. He walked to it and kept his eyes up, not making any eye contact or staring. It was impolite and he was a professional soldier after all.




Arriving at said Palace, Miles reported with the clerk at the entrence and stood at attention awaiting further instruction.

[member="Breanna Volsh"]

 

[Breanna Volsh]

[member="Miles Varden"]​

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Location: Nar Shaddaa, the Pink Pleasure Palace

Zara was escorting a young man through the palace, Bree could see it on her new fangled camera in her office. It was one of those, well la di dah moments when she said she wanted one. Within moments of seeing Zara cross the floor with the camera watching there was a knock and then an intrusion into her office. She blinked surprised but not wholly surprised.

"I take it you are my appointment, I'm Bree the owner, you are?"

Zara nodded and slipped back out leaving them alone. Bree began to size up the man before her, a comparison already going through her head.

 

[Miles Varden]

[member="Breanna Volsh"]

"My name is Mikes Varden Miss. I received notice that you require a bodyguard. I am here to fulfill that role for you miss." His tone polite yet calculated. Being a bred soldier, forced manners were all he knew. The woman before him was his CO and he would treat her so.


Standing at rest, Miles waited for more information about his new assignment.

 

[Breanna Volsh]

[member="Miles Varden"]

"Hello Miles Varden I am Breanna Volsh" she noticed he stood very rigid, military training for certain. "I am told you flashed a badge to come inside, are you an officer with a security force?" She asked quietly, had to be sure this was not someone who was here to shoot her.

Zara opened a door and came in with a tray, "Tea Bree, and stimcaf for the young man" Zara blinked at him and smiled she was still flirting with him, "Miles do you care for something cold rather than this" Bree watched Zara not Miles who seemed to light up, "OHH I will go get a few other things to drink and bring them" She almost ran out the door, "She means well, she excited right now, and once you answer my first question, please tell me why you should be hired here"

Bree sat back taking the tea, she had grown to like tea.

 

[Miles Varden]

Mikes nodded in appreciation. "Kaff will be just fine thank you."

Turning to [member="Breanna Volsh"], "I am a soldier of the Protectorate, and formerly the Republic. As for why I should be your selection, that is entirely up to you to decide Miss. I'm here for work, and I will do my utmost to fulfill my duties. I'm a soldier first, orders are orders and if you say jump, I say how high."

Taking up the kaff, Miles drank the warm, bitter liquid in and felt its heat flow through his body.

 

[Breanna Volsh]

[member="Miles Varden"]​

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Bree listened "So then as long as I am paying you, you do what I say, is that correct?" She wanted to be sure she had never hired someone like this before, she had never needed someone like this before so..she had to be careful. Military types liked things to be in a hierarchy the structure seem to give them security. So if he knew she was in charge, then he should be within his comfort zone.

His being once of the Republic and then of the Protectorate said he liked organization Bree had not aligned herself with one yet. There were opportunities for certain but she had a concern with her business growing that the cost of what it took to be with those organizations would soon drain her purse. She shifted slightly and took another sip of her tea. Breathing slowly as she thought, as she waited for an answer she believed she already had.

She looked at him as he drank he had not relaxed, which was good. He seemed unaffected...but was he..she would have to ask him, that much was certain.

 

[Miles Varden]

"If you pay me, yes, if you don't yes. If money became a problem, it would not be an issue."

Miles nodded in agreement and shifted slightly in his armor.

[member="Breanna Volsh"]

 

[Breanna Volsh]

[member="Miles Varden"]​

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"So then out of the goodness of your heart you would protect me, and my interests?" She smiled, "Are you up for traveling, I tend to get around quite a bit" It was part of the job to be able to move freely about but then she needed to ask the other two questions, "Are you affected by my pheromones, and do you have a wife?" These answers would show to her what she would need to safeguard.

She needed someone good at their job, so far Miles seemed to be that guy. Even as he shifted around in his armor, did they ever get hot in there? She wondered tilting her head one way and then another.

 

[Miles Varden]

"It is my duty to protect those in my charge, paid or otherwise. The pharamones can affect me yes, but I do what I can to resist. My armor is sealed so that will help. As for a family, not anymore."

Miles could sense the longing of approaching Breanna, the pharamone was especially stronger within the closed room. He used the Kaff to dispell the pink skinned temptresses magic. He stepped forward and matter of factly stated...

"If it's all the same to you miss, I'd like to begin, if you still want me. May I have the layout of what it is I'm protecting you from and what you will need of me personally?"

[member="Breanna Volsh"]

 

[Breanna Volsh]

[member="Miles Varden"]​

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He was all business they were going to have a hard time getting along she liked to talk, perhaps too much. "Ok Miles, you're hired. You are protect the property, and the staff, and me. My business draws attention, and not all of it is good attention. If you discover you need help you tell me, and I'll change my budget around to be able to pay others."

Bree wasn't sure about this but she would say it, "As part of your pay you get two nights a month on the house, it isn't alot but I think if you experience the Palace you'll understand why it is so important." Bree nodded, "Let me get you the floor plans and introduct you to Zara who has already been in here and Tia they are closest to me and help to run the Palace"

Bree took a few moments and brought up the building layout, "I'll walk with you downstairs and show you around when you're ready to go look" She looked at him, her blue eyes showed no emotion right now she just couldn't bring it on yet.

 

[Miles Varden]

[member="Breanna Volsh"]

"Thank you Miss Volsh, I understand that you are just getting to know your new employee, it will be a while before it all comes out. I assure you, I wasn't always such a stick in the mud. Before joining the Protectorate, I was a pirate. There was life in these bones at one point."

Miles looked over the plans and commited as much as he could to memory. Setting down his helmet on the chair before him, his blue eyes scanned the screen as a gaunleted hand ran over the short, brown, military cut hair. With his helmet off, he could sense the pharamones even more being this close to Breanna. It almost couldn't be helped that Miles gave a deep breath, as if taking her into himself through the air. It reminded him of a time long ago when he could let his emotions fo as they pleased. Miles visibly shook that feeling away, as if it weighed heavy on his mind.

"Well...as much as I could, I've shoved the image into my brain, now may I take you up on that walk through?"

 

[Breanna Volsh]

[member="Miles Varden"]​

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He seemed to be relaxing as he spoke of his life prior to who and what he was now, "It's good to know you may not be aware that zeltrons do not like sullen dark emotions we thrive on joy, love, happiness, positive emotions." She watched him he was guarded it seemed.

He could let the pheromones overtake him but he was working and it was good to see him not act upon whatever thoughts had been triggered by them. "Yes, let us take a walk Miles, so you can see." The plans disappeared, "You may have access to them again if you need them, I would rather you look at them a hundred times than miss one place where opportunity could cause us all great harm."

Bree headed towards the door, Zara was flittering about, "she's in a good mood today, something about you has made her happy" Bree smiled, "come on Miles before she decides to run off with you"

 

[Miles Varden]

Miles nodded and grabbed his helmet. Tucking the helmet under his arm, he followed behind Breanna and gave a kurt laugh as he noticed Kara 'flutter' about. He nodded politely at her as they passed.

"So, how long has this establishment been under your care?"

Miles kept one pace between them, as not to crowd her as she walked and to keep her in his field of view while seeing the whole area before him.


[member="Breanna Volsh"]

 

[Breanna Volsh]

[member="Miles Varden"]​

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Bree walked slowly, "I've had it over a year now, I inherited it when my parents were killed" She looked over at him, "I won't bother you with all the horrible details, but I think I'm running it the way they would approve of" They were passing the individuals rooms now, the rooms are set up with curtains, pillow, couches. State of the art designs to ensure that intimates do not have to run in and out a lot"

They moved passed the rooms, and Bree turned to her left heading for a door that was painted neon green she pushed it open, revealing the casino. Zeltrons love competiion, gambling so have to have a place for everyone to relax in. It seems to be going well, though the front of the palace is where the credits are at

Now the real reason she needed someone to be there, she headed for the lift, "If you ever reveal what I'm getting ready to show you, I'll put a bounty on your head the size of a gas giant" They entered it only went down.

When the doors opened next it revealed a dormitory complete with small kitchen for cooking, and refreshers. There were currently only four people there, she looked at Miles, "These people will need your protection too" Now she waited to see what he would say.

 

[Miles Varden]

Entertainers, gamblers, they all came in to visit this place. Then the hidden agenda was revealed, the taste was sour in Miles' throat. A group of four people behind a curtain, down some stairs and all wrapped in little secret with a bow. Wonderful, fugitives.

"To my grave I will take this. What is their significance?"

Miles gave a military nod of knowldegement as he awaited a reply.

[member="Breanna Volsh"]

 

[Breanna Volsh]

[member="Miles Varden"]​

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She took a deep breath, "They use to be slaves, sometimes they run away, sometimes they are liberated, and sometimes just sometimes they are let go. They come here to be safe until I can arrange for them to move on. We get a lot of runaways, and sometimes I arrange to go and get them"

He better take it to his grave there would be some that if they knew there would be a death mark on her quicker than she could blink. "Miles, it's very important that they be safe " What would he say, what would he do. She waited..

 

[Miles Varden]

[member="Breanna Volsh"]

"It is a very noble cause. I appreciate that. What is it you will need from me? As long as their secret is kept that way, they shouldn't need much protection. If that is the case, I will dress in my civilian clothes. Don't want anyone thinking you're hiring mercs or military. That's suspicious. I'll just be a bouncer/bodyguard."

 

[Breanna Volsh]

[member="Miles Varden"]​

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"I don't know about noble Miles but I have a strong dislike of the practice, and this is my way of fighting against it." She nodded, "that would be great, bodyguard, bouncer..either work. There is someone who comes to the Palace who I would like you to meet, his name is [member="Jericho"] he if there were ever a problem he would be who I would turn to." She smiled what kind of trouble, would that be, "if I were to disappear I would recommend calling him, Zara knows how to get in touch in with him."

Bree looked around, "I never know how many are coming, I'm only told they're on their way." Bree sighed hard, "You have a place to stay here in Nar Shaddaa I assume, am I assuming correctly?"

 

[Miles Varden]

[member="Breanna Volsh"]

Miles understood the idea behind it. And the name Jericho was known to Miles. He was a Jedi, someone who he could count on when the situation got too bad.

"Understood, Jericho is someone I've heard of. As for a home, it is back in OP space. Out here I could find a place nearby I'm sure."