Securing a Doctor

[Myles Davorak]

Time had passed since the lavish party at the Queen's Palace on Alderaan. Myles had remembered that Doctor [member="Rashae"] Lovous wanted to get in touch, or at least he should get in touch with her administrator. Heck she might have a job for him.

He only remembered that the Administrator's name was Clarice, so he would do his best to raise her and see what the good Doctor had to offer.

<<This is Davorak, Myles Davorak. Doctor Lovous had wanted me to contact you...Clarice is it? Yes. I was told to contact you in regards to a job possibly?>>

He had transmitted this message through his Holocom. Now he would await a reply if the Doctor was still interested in his Security services or maybe...could point him in the direction of a job opportunity.

 

[Rashae]

Clarice was one of those super organized types where everything had to be in order, timed properly and anticipated. Working for Doctor Lovous was a challenge in this regard as she had to adjust those carefully laid organized and timed schedules when emergency struck. Nothing irritated the Administrator of the Minister of Medicine more than to have those plans altered, even for a good cause.

Today was a good day as it seemed to be operating normally for a change. The Minister of Medicine was in surgery as planned, construction was coming along on the new hospital and the offices were running smoothly. The Minister had told her to anticipate a call from a Myles Davorak to which she put in her variables list of could happen.

<<You have been Expected Mr Davorak. I believe the Doctor and myself are free in an hour. Doctor Lovous is in surgery till then. Come to the offices marked in this response. >>

Clarice was unaware of any job offer but then the Minister didn’t always tell her everything and the blasted woman was difficult to anticipate still. If Rashae would spend more time on Alderaan so she can figure out how to anticipate her needs then maybe Clarice could get somewhere. There was a sigh to the Coms as she adjusted the schedule for the first time today. The day was going so well too. Can she have one day where plans and lists went as they were supposed to? The next sigh was even more mournful to the poor organized woman’s tidy schedule.

In one hour had Rashae Exiting the surgical suite speaking to the attending surgeon and nurses on aftercare and post up discussion with the family members. She would meet Clarice half way still in scrubs as she was passed her white long lab coat by the Administrator.

“You have an appointment with a Mr Davorak? Something about a job?” Clarice said as Rashae nodded to the woman.

“Oh he called. Good. Ten minutes in my office. “ She said as she pivoted crisply to head to her temporary office while the new Alderaan Memorial Hospital was being constructed right outside her office window.

A good cup of fresh roasted coffee was not to be underestimated as she sipped it looking out the transparisteel window at the busy construction below. Clarice would meet Myles at the office building and guide him up to her office.

[member="Myles Davorak"]

 

[Myles Davorak]

Myles received confirmation from Clarice. Good, I may still be in luck then.

Davorak had been on Balmorra completing a small delivery job for one of his employers. He clamored back to the cockpit and engaged the takeoff procedure. He was fueled up and ready to go.

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Myles had arrived at the coordinates that Clarice had given him. He didn't want the Doctor to be kept waiting. He hated doing that, especially to a female. Mom would not be happy with me right now.

The mechanical doors opened automatically and Myles was greeted to an impressive and clean looking building. Remarkable architecture, no doubt the new hospital nearby would look any less magnificent. He approached the front desk and prompted "I have an appointment with Dr. [member="Rashae"] Lovous? Is she available. Name is Myles Davorak"

Out of respect for policies and procedures, Myles had all arms and ordnance left back on his ship, he only carried a small vibroknife with him. He was in the good Doctor's company after all, he would need to show respect for the Minister of Medicine.

He stood by patiently awaiting word and to start this appointment. The front desk attendant motioned him to go up a floor to see Clarice who would show him in.
After the trek to the upper level, Myles was greeted by a familiar voice. It was Clarice, she told him that the Doctor would see him now and she pointed to the office he needed to go in to.

"Much obliged Clarice, thank you"

Opening the door he was again greeted by a wonderful view of the new hospital in construction as well as the Alderaanian landscape. There she was sitting at the end of the room behind a desk; Doctor Lovous.

"You were expecting me Doc. Nice to see you again, hope all is well."
He would allow the Doctor to say what she wanted to. Myles was invited by her after all.

 

[Rashae]

She looked up from her datapad where she was putting in her surgical notes. Rashae did like staying on top of her reporting. The doctor was in relaxed scrubs and white coat of a Doctor. The woman looked more like the head of a hospital or chief of medicine than the Minister of Medicine. Though it was a pleasant surprise to her staff, but she is a practicing Doctor and scientist. It is her aim to remain practicing. How can you stay in touch with the people and with medicine if you don’t?

The polite smile crossed her face that had a little makeup on but mostly natural. The grace of the sun illuminated her otherwise flawless complexion. The Minister motioned politely to the seat in front of her.

“Mister Davorak, please have a seat.” She looked behind her at what caught his vision. “Beautiful isn’t it? You should see it when its finished. I don’t know where the Queen got the architect but I may use him for a Gentech research facility. “

When Myles would take a the offered seat she leaned back in her chair to regard the rugged grizzeled old soldier with a keen eye for detail. “A far cry different than at the formal dinner party, isn’t it?”

Even Rashae was different. She was more direct and ready to work instead of dodging word bullets and parrying with other subtle sharp edged words. The young doctor was raised in that atmosphere. Some still think she was still a spoiled snob. In some aspects, that might be true. The high maintenance woman loved a good spa day and her comforts. She loved elegant and artistic things, including in what she put on herself.

“Would you like a coffee?” She asked politely. A serving droid would provide him with a good cup of fresh roasted rich and bold coffee as he liked it.

“I won’t waste your time and get straight to the point, Mister Davorak. I find myself in a bit of a… dilemma. “ That was putting it mildly. “I have the need for personal security. Good personal security, not the standard military escort I am provided. Can you help me with that or point me to someone who can provide those services. “ She didn’t want to assume he was that free with his time.

Her expression did turn concerned as she leaned further back in her chair and rubbed her temples. “I have already had one attempt on my life, Mister Davorak. “ This she said in a lower, more quiet and very serious tone.

[member="Myles Davorak"]

 

[Myles Davorak]

Myles gestured his thanks toward the Doctor for being very hospitable.
He answered her remark about the scenery. "I am starting to admire Alderaan more and more every day. I would very much like to see the new hospital when it is completed. Hopefully I won't be there out of need for treatment anytime soon" Myles didn't mind the hospital but he tried not to get injured to where a medical facility is needed. Davorak found at an early age that treatment costs can be hefty.

“A far cry different than at the formal dinner party, isn’t it?”

" This is a far cry but it is lovely though nonetheless. Actually, I would love some coffee actually. Black is fine. I don't get to drink it all that much"

The serving droid gave him the coffee he wanted, nice and dark. It was piping hot but Myles was able to drink it in a pleasant manner. "Thank you Doctor, very much obliged"

This old soldier of fortune was a calculating man in some regards. He wondered what a famous scientist/doctor would need of him. You keep forgetting she is also the Minister of Medicine; Myles.
Myles kept pondering about this meeting. Doctor Lovous was a great hostess and she was also very to the point, which he appreciated. He didn't mind small talk to alleviate some nerves but being straight to the point showed honesty, and he commended those who did that for him.

“I have the need for personal security.Good personal security, not the standard military escort I am provided.Can you help me with that or point me to someone who can provide those services. “

Bingo, she does have need of me in my field. Myles gave a polite smile to the woman "I can help you with that...absolutely. I never say no to a job, unless its for dire reasons. I am sorry you already had an attempt on your life, and I for one am glad they failed. I just need to know what my main parameters are, when i can start and of course the payment." Then there was the duration of the job.... Myles never inquired about that though, a job was a job no matter how long or how short.

Myles leaned forward and rested his elbows on his thighs, implying that he was there on her time and he would hear her out if she had more to say. Otherwise he kept his trap shut.

[member="Rashae"]

 

[Rashae]

He was direct and got down to business. Myles did it in a way that was not too stuffy. Good. The Doctor inclined her head towards his question about parameters.

“That is a good request. Let me tell you what your dealing with first before you agree. You may not like it. “ The Doctor spoke in low tones. The cool calculated woman was still t here but it was tempered by the seriousness of the situation.

“The short of it is, Mister Davorak, is I used to work for a mega pharma corporation on their top secret projects. A few unfortunate things happened and they think I stole one of their formulas. “ She looked him dead in the eyes. “I never had it, never did. I believe I know who did. This has been going on for a handful of years. Recently I came across another top secret highly classified project and we started comparing notes. “ There was a pause to this as she tried to give him information without naming names and being discrete.

“The corporation found out and now they are out for my head formula or not. Apparently projects are not supposed to talk to each other. “ She spread her hands. “The other project is more than equipped to handle this, I am not. “

“Your parameters are thus. You will work with the commander of the Padme, Stephan Cantalos and my intelligence team. You will work with my security with Gentech. For galaxy sakes please train this alderanean military escort to be better than target practice. The corporate agents picked them off like sitting ducks. Their Agents are highly skilled. The Royal family or my administration does not know nor do I want them to know at this time. It may come to that, but for the moment I need protection. “ This was hard for her to admit. Rashae let him digest this concise but sparse bits of information. There was far more details to this, but this gave the flavors that could be part of this undertaking.

“If you agree, more data can be reviewed at a secure location. You will be employed by Gentech more than my Ministry for the simple fact I make more credits with Gentech. The duration is for however long the issue remains and there is a continued threat.“ She looked up in the air and ever so casually threw out a figure to start negotiations if he didn’t just plain back out due to the understated complexity of the issues. “Two thousand credits a month plus expenses. “


[member="Myles Davorak"]

 

[Myles Davorak]

Myles listened closely to the Minister of Medicine, her situation was.....complicated to say the least. If anything, it would boost my reputation if i could help protect her. Then again, she is being harassed by this corporation on ridiculous terms.

He nodded. He did want more information but then again, no telling who or what could be watching or listening in at this point. Even if he was in friendly territory, he has seen allies turn to enemies all stemming from money and promise of power.

"My my Doc, that is quite the situation you're in. A corporation out for your head? That's a high risk. I see what your concerned about."

He knew the kind of risks that would be at stake, so he felt what she was saying. Getting just a tad bit of info he was able to work with doing some of the expenses in his head.

"I would like to come aboard Doc, and with your permission i would like to bring a few people on as well; it will be my expense no worries. I have a few men that i would like to spare. Don't worry they will be low-key but they will do their job. Ill need to start running reports and looking at numbers to see what we need to do to combat/prevent any more attempts on your life Doctor Lovous."

In the end of a proposal, Myles was known to be chatty but he couldn't help it. He felt that the more honest he was with clients, the better the business deal went. He just wasn't sure what [member="Rashae"] was feeling at this point. Deep down, he hoped that she felt some sort of relief. That may only be achieved once the threat is dealt with.

 

[Rashae]

Well that was a good sign. What details she sketched over didn’t scare him off. Points to Mister Davorak. There was a nod of that pretty head and a slightly softer smile. There was some relief as most would not take on such a case. Highly skilled spies, deadly assassins, blood thirsty mandalorians were a bit much for most mercenaries.

“You will also be working with a few Mandalorians from time to time. I often provide them medical support for their ventures. There is a General Ardgal RAxis that has taken interest in my predicament. I am sure you will meet him probably first before anyone else. “ She said to him to add to the list.

“I do travel a lot, Mister Davorak. I do hope you like traveling. Is your team, able to be mobile then? “ The Doctor asked as she sipped her coffee as they spoke.

“What kind of reports do you need. Most of the data that you need to be briefed on is in a secure file on the Padme and just the Padme. As far as logistics and schematics of the city, buildings and such. I think I can get those, if not Clarice probably can. “ Like she knew where to even look for those.

The door to her office suddenly came open as a large portly robust man came in a rather showy way. Count lovous was raven haired, stately man that filled a room with his presence.

Rashae was startled at first as she was on her feet in a fraction of a second. She could move quickly subconsciously. Then Myles could probably hear a soft ‘Frak’ from the lady. “Father. You need to set an appointment like everyone else. I am in a meeting.”

“Daughter.. My daughter the Minister of Medicine!! “ He said in a magnanimous way. “I should be able to see my daughter? Am I not your father.” He said as the man felt it was perfectly reasonable to barge into a meeting as it was his imminent domain to do so.

Rashae eyes narrowed and flashed with icy irritation. “So, now I am your daughter?” Came the claws and barbs as the doctor did not waste time on placing silk on any words. There was obvious tension and distance between father and daughter.

“Rashae now my girl. That was just a small matter. Not nearly as small as you going to the royal dinner and not inviting mother?” He said in a rather offended voice.

“It was invitation only. I had no say to the guest list to that event. “ She was likely to be in the royal’s presence frequently, but the woman wasn’t saying that.

“No matter, Rashae. All is forgiven. Mother is throwing one of her dinner parties and you are to come tonight. “ He said it as if it was settled.

“Father, that is way too short notice. My schedule is filled. No.” She said bluntly.

“We shall see you at 8pm. “ as he walked out the door. “shall I send the limo?” He said as he looked over his shoulder.

“NO.. I said NO!!” She said a bit more loudly. As she slammed her hands on the desk.

“Wonderful, the Limo will be around at 7pm then.” He said as he was sure she wasn’t capable of taking care of her own transport.

Rashae stared at the open space her father left. As he left the door open as well. Clarice came gingerly by with an apologetic expression and closed the door quietly as the seething doctor was staring at the now closed door. She clenched her fists tightly before slamming them into the desk.

“I hope you like dinner parties, Mister Davorak.” She said with a bit of heavy emotion to her voice. Family to her meant a lot of obligation and no support.

She took a few deep breaths and exhaled before calling Clarice in her office. “Clarice, I am sorry but please reschedule the rest of my day and evening. Com me if its flood fire or death. “

Those ice hot blue eyes turned to Myles. “I have to get ready for this dinner party. Mother expects me to be dressed to perfection no doubt. “ Not that she didn’t dress well in the first place, but her mother was quite a bit of a snob in that regard.

[member="Myles Davorak"]

 

[Myles Davorak]

Huh.....hair of the dog who bit me....she knows Raxis?! Myles thought to himself. Davorak was very very familiar with who she spoke about. A great General indeed. Myles had flown supplies exclusively for the General should the extra hands be needed, helped run a few ops as well.

Be nice to work with him again that's for sure.

I am sure you will meet him probably first before anyone else.

"Hmmm...Don't believe I have met this Raxis, you speak of. I am sure everything will be fine Doctor."

Client security was very important to him. No need to mention of their dealings together.

"I am more than okay with travel, my team is too. We are mobile as you want us to be. I have preparations on hand so we can be deployed in a matter of seconds if need be. As far as the reports go, I would just need--if possible, the last few occasions where, when and how the past attacks on your life. In order to make a counter-plan, it would be beneficial for us to have such documentation, so we can counter anything they throw at us. To repel and defeat an enemy, one must understand the enemy"

Before he could continue further, a bold man walked through the door. Myles, out of instinct had his hand on his holdout pistol he carried. After realizing this man was the father of [member="Rashae"] he stood down. He observed as the two had a.....complication of sorts? That may not be the right word but he remain silent. Family was family.

“I hope you like dinner parties, Mister Davorak.”

"I do actually, if there is food involved then i love parties...If you want I can have a few of my men guard this office--low key of course if you have any concern. Also, that limo. I would like to inspect it before we depart. I can't take any chances if i am officially aboard as your security provider"

Myles laughed at her last remark. I best better dress the part too....dont wanna stick out too badly.

"Very well Doctor, I will get ready as well. "

Boy did the Minister of Medicine have a way with her father. Reminded him of how he used to be with his mother. Lord, she was overbearing in those days.

 

[Rashae]

Myles had this easy going way that was indeed relaxing. It wasn’t in a creepy way either. Even with her ire bubbling up with her father’s intrusion, he was a bit of a rock. That was a plus in her book.

“Well I really don’t know how Agent 42 is able to know where I am but I am a public figure now. The attempt was on Chandrilla. If it wasn’t for General Raxis…” She went silent as she lifted her chin in that regard. “General Raxis insured I as at a safe house for a couple of weeks to recover. He may have acquired additional data. I will see if I can get that for you.”

The woman seemed to recover from her pause. It still bothered her that someone was purposefully trying to kill her. It was disturbing that she had to restrict her freedom with security measures in order to just move around without being afraid. Once her father left, it took even longer for her to get a hold of her composure.

“Yes, Mister Davorak. You are hired. Please see about preventing interruptions like that in the future. meanwhile

“I honestly could care less about Father’s limo. We can take any transport you deem worthy to do so, only it does need to be elegant and sufficient for the daughter of the count and countess of House Lovous. “ She said the last with no small amount of sarcasm.

“Do wear a tux if you can and by all means be prepared for anything. Mother and Father will sell your soul if it meant more reputation and standing or to save their position in life. Charming couple really otherwise.”

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If Myles or his team needed to overlook her very spacious apartment, they were permitted entrance. It probably needed security measures as well. It was as neat and tidy as her office with a rather impressive collection of orchids, which was a hobby of hers on one wall in the living room. The lovely doctor came out of her chambers dressed to the nines, statuesque and a vision of perfection. A light blue gown that hugged her curves and displayed her femininity as well as jewels touched in certain places including down her open back. She walked on heels like she was born on them.

The limo arrived promptly at 7 pm if Myles elected to use the transport or not. Rashae would wait patiently till her security said it was fit and time to go. Rashae would gently take Myles arm out to the Limo. The expression on her face looked as if she was going to battle then a dinner party. This was not a good time for the Doctor. Her family was a pain in the behind.

“I intend to be there enough to be seen and that’s it.” She said in an even tone. Rather he had other security following, she wouldn’t know.

They arrived at the sprawling estate that was over done and bigger than life. To Rashae, it was over done, gaudy and not necessary. She would allow Myles to get her out of the car and only Myles. If any staff questions her icy glare would look them down instantly before she announced. “This is my security. Is there a problem?” Most would melt away and not question who she had with her.

It was curious that the staff would whisper questions as it was expected that the Viscount would come alone. The youngest child of the Lovous proved time and time again to be very unpredictable. The gaudiness, ostentatious and extreme decorations continued throughout the interior as they were lead to the large formal dining hall. Rashae hated it. It was stupidly costly and in bad taste. They redecorated every season with the fashion.

“Rashae!!! “ came a high pitched noise as they came into the dining room. A heavily made up and wearing more glitter, sequins, feathers and whatever extreme fashion could be placed on the elder woman was her mother. All in a horrid neon green and orange.

“Mother. “ Rashae said in a neutral way as she inclined her head.

“Why are you not wearing the Totencal I sent you?” her mother asked in a most tragic voice. “What are those rags you are wearing. Light blue is so last year. “ In a rather hauty tone.

“I don’t like Totencal. He is too extreme. And I really don’t care for neon green. “ Rashae’s said through lightly clenched teeth. Her fashion sense was just fine as she dressed to her body’s advantage.

“Neon electric green is the color this season. Its all the rage!!” She said magnanimously. “Everyone who is anyone is wearing it. “

“Good. You can wear my share. “ The Doctor said in a most bold and direct manner.

The Countess gasped as she said this. “What has this Ministry life done to you? We must go shopping soon to fix your wardrobe. Who is this.. fellow.” The word fellow was said in a way where you knew you was talked down to.

“This is Myles Davorak. Head of my security force and my guest. “ Rashae answered as she emphasized the word guest. If anything the doctor had become colder, distant, glacial even. “I did tell you, didn’t I mother. “ Of course she didn’t. But then her mother didn’t exactly give her time to work a dinner party into her schedule.

[member="Myles Davorak"]

 

[Myles Davorak]

The Doctor was very forthcoming and very agreeable, this would prove to be a very trustworthy client of his; even on par with General Raxis himself. Myles never favored clients but these two had piqued his interest, they were unique individuals but showed personality that was un-mistakable.

"I appreciate your honesty and compliance Doctor. All information I am sure will reveal itself in due time. As far as other interruptions, dont worry, they wont happen anymore unless you request it."

Myles meant business when his clients wanted something stressed in particular. Doctor Lovous had a schedule and she wanted to keep it uniform and structured, Myles would oblige to that. No one would be able to step through the office unless the Doctor had it scheduled or needed a special request of it. They may get past Clarice, but not Triad.

"Don't worry Doctor, I won't look out of place. Ill dress sharp, just as any other guest would of course. Your living quarters....err apartment I mean, will be loaded with proper security measures, motion sensors and the like. You won't notice em and they won't record you per se so you will have your privacy, they are only activated when there is a different....body signature in the room other than you."

"As far as the limo goes, it should be fine, just a few second scans to trace any remains of explosives or odd chemicals is all that is needed. Only takes 20 seconds so we shouldn't be behind schedule."

He could get used to this, the Doctor had a schedule and it was keeping him on his toes, he had to prepare hours ahead of time; which was good.

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<<Sir, the equipment is set up and the office is under security surveillance per your orders.>> said a Triad operative to Myles through his comlink

<<Very good. Remember, no one goes in her office or apartment without her say so. Keep your eyes open. We should be back before bedtime boys>> he quipped back.

Being a gentleman that he usually was, Myles had opened the limo door for [member="Rashae"] and took her arm in his and escorted her to the estate. Underneath the nice gray tuxedo he was packing a holdout pistol, you never know when dinner can turn tragic.

Myles observed as Lovous reunited with her family and looked on at the party goers for anything suspicious. He mentally laughed at what the woman--Rashae's mother had to say about fashion sense.

Who is this..fellow.

"Oh it is such a delight to meet you madam, lovely estate you have here"

Myles didn't want to embarrass Rashae so he put on his best mannerisms that he could. He pulled a chair out, gesturing for her to sit down. Maybe if I do this right, they won't notice me all that much, ill just look like an associate of hers"

 

[Rashae]

The Countess Lovous was one of those sorts that it didn’t matter what you said or did. Unless you was of someone important, you would be beneath them. The upturned nose and lifted chin of disdain even with a slight polite smile plasticed across her face was as fake as you could conceive. It did little to hide the fact that ‘you little insect are not worth my time but I will be polite for the sake of the circumstances’ type feel.

“Oh.. I see. How quaint.” Said the countess in a very distant tone.

It was not lost on Rashae as the glacial light blue eyes oddly became lighter the more irritated she would be come. She remained rigid as those eyes scanned the dining room. There was something missing, other guests.

“Mother, where are the other guests and father?” Rashae asked looking at the Countess with a bold accusatory expression. “Please do not tell me this is another set up.” Mother was always playing match maker, badly.

“Rashae darling, father is with our other guest. Shall we sit. “ The woman clapped her fingers for another placement to be set for Mister Davorak as it would become clear there was only four place settings on an otherwise humongous and ridiculously long table. It seemed she was going to set Mister Davorak across and down opposite of Rashae.

“No. Set Mister Davorak beside me. “ She said stepping forward.

“Rashae!! You will ruin the seating. It was specifically appointed for conversation. “ it was utterly reasonable to the Countess.

“Mother. “ If the fire of a volcano and the icy tundra of Hoth could be blended in an expression, that was Rashae. “I will set it myself If necessary. Security protocols you understand.” It was said in a surprising neutral tone. That fire and ice did not leave those brilliant ice blue eyes.

Her mother actually looked greatly offended. It was done as Mister Davorak’s seating was switche to sit by Rashae as requested. The Doctor took a deep breath in and exhaled as she strode towards the seat she was assigned. There was no name card on the one between her and father. Mother would sit on the other side which was also unusual. This had to be some weird set up ploy with some noble somewhere.

What happened next was surreal and bizzare as she turned to the loud obnoxious noise of her father an a familiar laugh. At first she thought it was a trick of her ears and that remained so as Count Lovous came in as extravagant as ever and loudly announced he had arrived. He kissed his wife, then his daughter on each cheek albeit without actual touching. The count turned towards where he entered.

“We have a special guest this evening Rashae. A most honorable gentleman and I believe he works your field. Xander Howeth III, geneticists and entrepreneur. “ his arm waved mangamomously towards where he came in.

Xander was as pompous and arrogant rich boy as they come. He was handsome but only marginally so. Rashae’s beauty would far outstrip the man as did her intelligence. The smirk on his face as he came into the light in a rather nice and smart black tuxedo.

“hello Rashae, you look ravishing this evening. “ As he came around to take her hand into his to kiss it a bit longer than he should and with a devilish smile as if he won the lottery.

Rashae went stock still. If it was possible her eyes grew even lighter in color to be a pale blue. She could almost not believe her eyes. Even as the snake of a man took up her hand to kiss it, there was no warning. Her hand jerked from his and she came around and slapped him about as hard as she could across the face. She then attempted to go for one of Myle’s weapons. The woman was going to kill him.

Rather she had the weapon or not she had completely went from ice cold to flaming hot in a blink of an eye. “How dare you? “ She then screamed it again at the top of her lungs. “How dare you!!!”

Xander backed away with one hand raised and the other nursing the slap. “Rashae now if you could cooperate. “

Rashae’s blazing eyes turned to her parents. “How could you?” Screaming at them too.

The count in an offhand way. “Just give him what he wants Rashae. All he wants is the formula. “

“You idiots. He has the formula!!” She screamed at them. “You sold me out .. AGAIN!!” If she didn’t succeed the first time in grabbing for one of myle’s weapons, she may try again. She wasn’t very good at it but then she wasn’t thinking rationally at all.

Her parents managed to look offended. It was a simple thing to maintain their position. It was just bloody formula. No sweat off their nose at all. They didn’t want to understand as promised rewards were far more important.

Rashae stormed out from the dining hall without another word. She lifted her skirting and even tried to run in her heals. Thoughts turned to panic. Anger turned to sheer rage. Hallways turned into mazes. Blinded by raw emotion and tears running down her face she just ran.


[member="Myles Davorak"]

 

[Myles Davorak]

Myles had met people like Rashae's parents before, at the Theed Palace; an ungrateful bunch they were. Myles retained his gentlemanly demeanor and did what Rashae wanted. He sat beside her looking at the lavish arrangements for this get together.


As her father walked in, he was accompanied by another man. Charming, sure in some aspects but something seemed off. He looked the type that would steal a woman's heart and take all she possessed before getting rid of her. All feelings and biases aside he looked at the man with a notable "hello" expression on his face.

Before the event could proceed Rashae had whipped her hand away from the man and reached for Myles' weapon. The name!! Xander is the one that framed her! He thought.

Her parents had set her up and wanted Rashae to deal with the devil in this situation. In the blink of an eye, Rashae ran away; this wasn't good.

"Doctor Lovous!!! He started to get up from the table before he threatened the man "Xander Howeth, you better watch yourself lad. You need not to harass the Doctor anymore" He sprinted after the doctor, all the while signaling his men

<<Alright boys, secure the perimeter of the estate. Doctor Lovous is fleeing. I feel her life is severely in danger right now, keep an eye on Xander Howeth III, im patching a visual of him right now>>

Myles was sprinting hard, he couldn't run as fast as he used to, meaning the Doctor had a good headstart ahead of him. At least his men knew what was going on right now. He could faintly see a silhouette turning a corner that was wearing bright colors. That had to be the doctor! He keep running still, hoping to catch her before someone else did.

"Doctor Lovous, please. Come with me, Ill have you secured. My men are on the lookout for potential threats and they are keeping eyes on Xander. Don't worry......you're with us....you're safe."

Myles pulled his comms back up prompting
<<Bring the truck out front stat! The Doc and I will be departing shortly" He hoped that the Doctor would calm down some and he hoped that she wasn't too badly spooked. This man; Xander was causing her enough grief already, which meant that it would grief Myles. Not only did he want to secure his clients, he wanted them to feel worry-free while he was around.
[member="Rashae"]

 

[Rashae]

Rashae rounded the corner as her backed touched a darkened wall her head turned towards the entrance to the little alcove she was in. She could scarcly breath. Tears ran down her face as the betrayal, the sheer lack of concern for her well being by those who should, placing her in danger with no more care than serving tainted water to servants.

Her breath came in stuttering inhales as she looked down the hall. A sudden weight and pressure was locked on her body and throat as her head came around to be nose to nose with the devil himself. Those water filled light blue eyes staring into Xander’s own hazel.

“Rashae, Rashae. Tsk tsk tsk. You was always the naughty little Rashae. You will tell me what I need to know.” He said in a low voice right against her ear. It had been a long time since he felt this beautiful woman. He took a moment to let her form stiffen under the weight of him pinning her to the wall.

“I .. I have nothing for you.” She said in a horse shaken whisper.

“Oh but you do. The formula isn’t accurate. “ He started.

Rashae’s eyes became started and looked at him oddly as a realization came on her face. “you cant figure it out?”

“The old man wouldn’t tell me. Took it to his grave. “ His thumb ran across her cheek in a suggestive way as it held a firm hold on her throat. “he told me one thing. You had the key.”

Rashae looked at him with a confused expression. The key? It took her a second or two to realize he meant the main ingredient. “You will never figure out the fusion. “ she even chuckled at him. “You’re not smart enough to figure it out.”

Xander is a vane man and hates to be laughed at. Those snake like eyes narrowed as his hand closed around her delicate throat. Rashae’s eyes bulged as she found it harder and harder to breath. Her hands came up on his arm to try and pull free but he was far stronger. She was gasping as he strengthened his hold further. “You will tell me or you will end up like the old man.” He said in a very low growly threatening voice.

Rashae barely heard the foot steps coming around the corner, but Xander did. He cussed under his breath at the security guy as he dropped Rashae and slinked into the darkness and one of the many hidden passages. Rashae slumped to the ground as he came to get her. Those tears renewed as she gasped for breath.

Myles had her by the arms as he said he had her or something like that. It was a bit of a blur. She grabbed his tuxedo tightly as she trembled. Spooked? Spooked wasn’t the word. Terrified was more like it. Then she started sobbing on his lapel. Rather he cared or not didn’t fit into the equation. Grasping at the world like a lit candle fighting against the wind to stay lit. She would move where Myles would move her to which is likely outside to the waiting truck. All the while trembling, shaking and sobbing. A few pieces of lousy scientific information. All of this for a key genome fusion link. The bridge to fuse the main ingredient fusion to the formula fusion and Xander could not figure it out. Rashae at the moment cant think, can barely speak and probably a bit in shock.

 

[Myles Davorak]

Myles had the estate on high alert-watch after that fiasco. Can't trust her parents, we will have to place surveillance where needed. At this point Myles saw how cutthroat Rashae's parents were, and it was pretty sad.

He held onto her, as to not allow anyone to procure her or to attempt taking her life. The truck was waiting out front just like Myles had requested, some of his men were watching the perimeter as well. No telling if Xander brought friends or not. Dealing with the devil, woulda never seen that coming.

Opening the door for her, he helped her into the vehicle. She would have enough time to recuperate and recover during the ride back home.....or wherever she wanted to go. Myles wanted to make sure her thoughts were clear and that she was back to some normalcy.

Hopping into the passenger seat of the truck, the driver prompted for a destination; to which Myles asked Rashae "Would you like to go back home Doc? Or do you wanna go somewhere else?"

He leaned over the seat and looked at the Doctor, who was clearly distressed. Sitting alongside her would prolly be the best answer. He patted the driver on the shoulder as to signal him to hold on a second.

Climbing to the back of the vehicle he sat in front of the doctor, hoping to have her "collect everything", he could clearly see that she was stressed and....distraught. "Whatever you need Doc, just say the word, and we will make it happen. Xander won't be able to reach you anymore. If you want, we can track him down and 'cut him off' if you would like. Clearly, he is threatening you with your life."

The truck was ready to go, all that was missing would be the final word from Doctor [member="Rashae"]

 

[Rashae]

The truck was warm. That was the first thing she noticed. This was a good thing. Those hands crossed as they rubbed up and down her own arms in some kind of subconscious effort to sooth herself. She felt like the rug had been pulled out from under her and she had absolutely no foundation. Her head came up as Myles came to sit with her waiting on something. The truck hadn’t moved yet. Rashae hadn’t noticed.

The first question about destination didn’t register. As her head came up fully her delicate skin was starting to get blues and purples along her throat. She tried to say ‘Home’, but it came out a bit hoarse. Her hand went to her throat in a light touch. The doctor well knew her larynx didn’t exactly appreciate being crushed by a hand. Rather Myles wanted more of an answer or not, he wasn’t getting one.

She just shook her head and put her face in her hands and sobbed some more. Not the loud sort but the quiet heart wrenching soft sob. She wanted to just go on with her work and be left alone. Rashae thought of Ardgal and his comforting strength. In that same hoarse voice she uttered ‘home’ and ‘Get General Raxis’.


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On the Padme, Medical Frigate orbiting Alderaan

Rashae would try to hopefully not involve the Royal family or for them to even know. The doctors at Gentech she called on to deal with the bruising around her throat and irritated larynx. It was a good time for Gentech security and Triad security to get to know each other as they were likely to work together. It wouldn’t take long for Commander Cantalos to know about the incident. There was no small shortage of anger and concern. There were some hesitancy of sending certain types of files and for security sake, an invitation to see the data was extended to Myles. After the imminent issue was stabilized.

Gentech and Commander Cantalos both agreed the best place for Rashae till Alderaan was an all clear was on the Padme. There were a few reasons for this. First was Rashae getting care rather she wanted it or not. The woman can be a difficult patient. The second thing was Myles could see the restricted data on a safe closed network. The third thing was that General Raxis could dock with ease once he arrived. Fouth reason was a good place for Gentech security, Padme security, Raxis Godkillers and Triad security could collaborate on the Alderaan situation.

Rashae hadn’t left her chambers aboard the Padme for a couple of days. She was restricted from speaking as it was but she tended to brood a bit when faced with personal issues like this. Her parents being what they are left a large painful scar. Times like this when it raised its ugly head was hard and difficult. She felt like she had no one close she could trust. Sure she had hundreds, thousands of people paid to trust. Rashae may not realize the loyalty of her crew but she was missing something most important and that was family. Many people valued family so much on Alderaan. Mandalorians put a lot of importance on family which was partly what made Alderaan so strong. As far as she knew. She didn’t really have one. She had a sperm donor and a baby maker not family.

Her chambers were close to her unofficial office. It was her think tank and a small clean room/lab. It sported the more sophisticated and hefty computers. It was also a closed network. There was no outside holonet link anywhere in that room. It was completely its own solitary network. A bit old school and inconvenient but it was very secure. Can’t get in if there is no connectivity to get in with. The quiet did her the most good as she worked on a few vong genome parameters. On a few clear boards in a semi circle on each side of a heads up 3d display. Each side of the room spoke of a side of her thought processes. Along another wall was the smaller bunch of her orchid collection. The one in her apartment on Alderaan was larger.


[member="Myles Davorak"] [member="Ardgal Raxis"]

 

[Myles Davorak]

Trying his best to comfort the doctor seemed that it wasn't working. She then muttered "Home, get General Raxis"

I am not being replaced am i? For one incident? No, it didn't sound like it. Just being paranoid.

He nodded to Doctor [member="Rashae"] and headed back up to the driver's cabin to allow Doctor Lovous to recover and have her own personal time.

"Everything alright sir?" asked the driver.

"Hmmm....doesn't appear so Silas...Gotta make a quick call"

He opened a secure, closed comms channel and pinged General [member="Ardgal Raxis"]

<<Evening, General. Myles Davorak here, sorry to bother you on such sort notice but.....your presence was requested...not by me but by a Doctor Rashae Lovous. She would like your assistance in a....sensitive matter here on Alderaan.>>

He transmitted the message as the truck hugged the dirt roads leading out from the wilds and back to civilization, where Doctor Lovous should feel the most safe. Although the truck was like a traditional wheeled-one, it had a decent suspension system to where the rides were smooth enough.

A botched dinner at the estate. The Doctor in distress. Myles walking on thin ice with losing this job? Tonight sucked. Hope Raxis takes the message well. Hope I still have a job in the morning.

He shook his head in disbelief as he observed the passing terrain in front of them.

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Aboard the Padme, Myles got a small taste of the technological wonders of this ship. A Medical Frigate? This ship is huge, but should be safe territory....Allow Rashae to rest and recover a bit hopefully.

Myles was given access to the security systems so he could monitor the stations and facilities aboard the impressive vessel. He was introduced to Commander Cantalos, they hit it off pretty well. He was old school, just like Myles was. Cooperation here would be a matter of life or death, so Myles stressed this point to his operatives. Doctor is paying for us, so we keep our noses out of where they don't belong, and we protect everything as best as possible. If they didn't like that, then they were let go on the spot.

Looking at the video feeds, Myles called for Silas; one of his more experienced operatives.

"You called for me sir?"

"Yes, Silas. I am going for patrol, near Rashae's quarters; so sectors 1-4 will be all on me. You watch the utilities wing and reactor wing for potential threats"

"Copy that sir"

We were taught to treat our soldiers like children, build up a camaraderie with them and they will swear their loyalty. A band of brothers. That's what Triad Security was; a band of brothers.

Leaving the security office Myles patrolled the various hallways on his way near Rashae's living quarters. He wouldn't intrude but he would keep his eyes and ears open. General Raxis had yet to show, would be like old times. Also his operatives would be working with Triad; they would make quite the team.

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

"Target is on the move, in-bound for the usual activities," Prometheus' voice came in over the comms, "So far it appears he doesn't suspect anything."

"Good copy," Ardgal said from his vantage point. The warrior was perched, waiting on the top of a scraggly duracrete building deep in the slums districts of Nar Shaddaa. The target was wanted, for what he didn't care, but it was a crap ton of cash alive, and a sizable some dead as well. Bringing them in would be exactly what Pzob needed for some increased security measures.

"Tailing him," Virgil said, her voice clicking in on the comm, "Coming down 7th, on our way to Hajar. ETA: 5 minutes." Ardgal gripped his sharpshooter rifle in his hands, his mind converting over to the clinical, cyborg side. He was ready, he was going to take this case in. Nothing could go wrong. They had prepped and studied their target for weeks. Every plan, every calculation had been made. And now it was just a matter of bringing him in alive. "In position, fire when ready."

Ardgal rolled over, pulling himself to the edge. From behind his T-slit visor, he looked through the scope, the target was walking through the crowded streets without a care in the world, or the knowledge that his world was about to be turned upside down. The warrior thumbed the safety off. The rifle hummed to life, and as Ardgal's finger tensed on the trigger, a stun round charged in the chamber.

Evening, General. Myles Davorak here, sorry to bother you on such sort notice but.....your presence was requested...not by me but by a Doctor Rashae Lovous. She would like your assistance in a....sensitive matter here on Alderaan.

Ardgal's finger jerked on the trigger, his shot went wide, a bystander next to their target took the round in the chest, he fell over eyes agape in horror.

"What the hell, Ardgal?" Virgil spat in anger as the target bolted, "On the run, take take take."

"Negative," Ardgal snapped. He jolted to his feet sprinting down the path of the roof top. He could still see the target running down the street, it was fast, but he was faster, "Prepare for emergency Evac, now."

The target split down one of the side roads and into a nearby warehouse, Ardgal leaped the chasm that separated him from the other side of the road, halfway across the distance, his rocket boots kicked in, hurling the warrior the rest of the way through a second story window. As glass tore around him, the Warrior could see his target, running for pure life. The warrior thumbed off the safety, there wasn't any time to bag the body or turn it in. He extended his left arm the moment his rocket boots ran out of fuel. The grapple hook hissed from his wrist, catching around one of the roof support struts. Swinging through the air, Ardgal extended his rifle and fired a single shot. "Target eliminated, routing to evac."

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When the Atonement came out of hyperspace, it was not alone. Ardgal had spared no expense, this was no throw-away operation, this was no simple dinner, and this sure as hell wasn't some crazy jaunt into some weird bio-hazard contaminated space station. The Atonement made a bee-line for the Padame like it was on a holy quest to the Grail. Virgil was keeping an eye on her cousin through the corner of her eye. She had never seen him this angry. She had never seen him display any intense emotion at all. Odd. The woman watched as he impatiently tapped his pistols, checked and re-checked his rifle, and paced with a look of pure hell on his face. Whatever it was, Ardgal meant business about it.

The moment the Corvette's loading doors opened Ardgal stormed down the corridor like he was going into a hot warzone. Alexa followed not far behind, her mechanical legs humming faithfully as the hound-like Basilisk imposed a docile but deadly impression. Virgil soon fell in line after them, the Godkillers, all 50, fanned out, taking do different jobs in the craft to gather all the intel they could. Anyone who stood in the warrior's way was knocked aside without apology. Anyone who tried to stop him was shoved to the ground--or shot if they kept on trying to protest. Ardgal was a mountain and he did not take kindly to anyone standing in his way.

He gripped a nearby employee by the lapels, jerking the man up to stare into his terrifying dark brown eyes, "Where is she?"

"Wh-what?"

"WHERE IS SHE?" he roared into the man's face.

"Who? Wh-"

A pistol was shoved against the man's temple, "RASHAE, WHERE IS SHE? NOW?"

"Her quarters, there," the man whimpered, his horror releasing him his ability to control his bowls. "P-pleas--"

Ardgal tossed the man aside like a rag doll and stormed away. He was unharmed, barring any trauma induced by the encounter with the massive machine of a man. It didn't take the warrior long to get to Rashae from there, he tried opening the door with a simple press of the button, but he was too clumsy and blinded with emotion at this point to manage it. He tried again, slamming the entire panel with his fist. The door slid open like a satisfying oyster yielding its pearl. His eyes, his bare brown eyes caught sight of Rashae. She was alive, and from what he could tell, mostly unharmed.

The anger, fear, and worry that had filled Ardgal gave way with a sweet flood of relief. His knees visibly weakened for a moment, the warrior had to catch himself on Alexa's muzzle, "Oh my god."

Ardgal tossed his disruptor rifle aside and sprinted the distance to her. He needed to touch her, feel her, to know she was ok and above all else--protect her. He cared. He cared and that was all that mattered. He knew it now, deeper than anything else he felt it, it was strong enough to overwhelm all reason he had. Yes, he knew she had been shot, but he had been there do do something about it. He hadn't been. The gods alone, if there were any, knew what could have happened this time.

As he swept her up in his arms, Ardgal knew that she was real, she was alive. The horror he had that she would die while he was in route finally vanished. He made it. She was ok. He buried his face in her her soft dark hair. He realized he was breathing heavily. His face felt wet. He wanted to speak, but words couldn't come out of his mouth. Yes, Rashae was here. She was ok, and that was all that mattered. After quite some time he pulled back just enough to look in Rashae's blue eyes. His thumb gently caressed her cheek, "I almost lost you."

Virgil turned away at the door. She didn't know if she felt more disgust, surprise, or indifference at the display of intense emotion by her cousin. It explained why he was angry. It explained a lot, actually. She, however, did not feel things of the heart were any of the things she cared to consort herself with.

Her T-slit visor turned, alighting on Myles at the other end of the corridor. She strode forward, offering a nod in greeting, "Davorak." She shifted her rifle and offered her hand to shake. That was about as far as her social skills could stretch, and even that was still a hard stretch for the woman, "What are we looking at, exactly?"

[member="Myles Davorak"] [member="Rashae"]

 

[Rashae]

The Padme had two bulk freighters behind it and three of the four medical corvettes around it flowing in orbit together when Raxis’s fleet came out of hyperspace. The fourth medical corvette was in dock under maintenance. The Padme herself recently came out of maintenance and a little refitting. Seventy five percent of the crew on the Padme were medical personnel, scientist and social services personnel. The rest were remnants from the Galactic republic that went into exile after the Denon fiasco. Rashae hired them on as they could provide creative and interesting solutions.

The naval or military aspect of the Padme crew fell under Commander Cantalos. There was a small intelligence corp that comprised of three slicers and thre recon operatives. That might not seem a lot but those six individuals could quickly acquire information and have scanners singing tunes no one thought possible. Their primary job was to ensure data coming in was legitimate and data going out was proper encrypted. They worked with the communications team closely. These three individuals scanned the com chatter. There were the standard navigators and operations sorts that saw the padme ran per naval specs for a medical frigate. The rest were engineering, maintenance and security.

Myles Davorak did a good job integrating his security with Padme’s security, guard, soldier… whatever they where. That was one area the Commander had not addressed fully. The security forces the padme had was adequate in controlling patients, worried families and assorted policing type actions. They were not specifically military grade special forces types. You didn’t want a godkiller trying to sooth a worried mother that she needed to sit down in the lobby and not be on top of the doctors working on her son. Even if it was possible, Just wasn’t going to work like that. Triad security was already working to get her policing security forces trained better.

That’s what Prometheus and the Godkillers would find, medical being medical, science being science and social services doing what social services do. If there was a confrontation between her intelligence crew and Prometheus, Commander Cantalos eloquently had to put his foot down. “Prometheus, while General Raxis is a guest on board this vessel and Minister Lovous has allowed him access to sensitive data, you have not. Shall we inquire of Minister Lovous will allow this access? Besides the intel that you want is not in the general data banks. Most of it is in her office on a closed network. My team are attempting to acquire more data from Alderaan… without alerting Alderaan Defense. The Godkillers are not allowed in the surgical suite, clean rooms, Research and development as their entry would contaminate experiments, open wounds, etc. Is that clear? “ This was all said with an even and controlled tone. Ardgal and Prometheus needed to understand that they didn’t run this ship. After Rashae, Commander Cantalos ran this ship.

Cantalos sighed as this was a mess. General Raxis storming in was a huge disruption to the ship. “Yes, yes. Give the man a week off. We are handling the situation. Yes, yes. It is a security matter regarding our Minister. Over and out.” He switched the com off before it was answered before he turned to Prometheus.

“I will ask you to have your men stand down before they disrupt this ship any further. “ He took a deep cleansing breath as he opened the com channel to Rashae’s Office with Prometheus standing near him rather the Godkiller liked it or not.

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‘hmmm. If I move the hydrogen bond here, interlace nitrogenous bases with plant genome. “ The notes and calculations were incredibly complex on the one clear board. Her hand goes to her throat as it was getting sore. ‘note: the histone protein is the challenge’

She put down her datapad as she went through the sliding door as it auto shut behind her as she entered her chambers. She picked up the narcospray made for her throat and sprayed it. She waited for it to take effect so she was more comfortable. Her head whipped around as her door came suddenly opened and there he was, larger than life. She was dressed in a comfortable tank top and loose bottoms. Her hair was hanging down loosely that went down to her behind. Dark lustrous raven blue black hair that shimmered in the light. The one thing marring this image was the stark white strips across the front length of her throat.

They were special strips that were a Gentech prototype. Rashae already made notes for improvement as its speed in healing only seemed to be a ten percent increase which wasn’t enough for her. She wanted it to be done yesterday. This was one thing she hoped he would see and at the same time didn’t want him to see her this way. Not that he hadn’t seen her wounded but this was very different.

She barely noticed the droid thing she never seen before and Virgil come into the threshold of her quarters as her eyes locked onto Ardgal’s fiercly seeking browns. That was different. It was a fierceness in that search and he found it. Rashae breath seemed to catch as the way he looked at her was nothing she had ever experienced before. She barely got “Ard…” before she was scooped up and off her feet. Her weight was probably nothing to him as for the first time she saw the most human thing she ever seen of the man, passion and tears. That was perhaps a key thing she needed to see. It was in his eyes, that undeniable inalienable right to be cared for. Was this what it was like?

“Ardgal, It was close. “ Came the whispered voice in admitting that, yes it was very close. It was as if anything higher would strain her vocal chords. “Mister Davorak made sure I was extracted timely. “ The lady took his face into her hands, where both hands was holding his rugged face. On instinct her lips breached the few centimeters to lay one single kiss that lingered for a few seconds before pulling back ever so slowly along with his bottom lip. His bottom lip was released softly. “I am fine, now.”

She looked down as she was a little bit above the floor as a few alarms and bells were going off. “Ardgal, could you put me down? Please?”

It was at that point she saw her door that wasn’t closing. Once the Raxis Alor set her down onto her feet she looked at Alexa’s peculiar design it was curious but other things were coming in. She went to a console. “For crying out loud Ardgal.” Rashae was straining her voice a little. She turned her head behind her giving him a disparaging look. “Ask your men to stand down and stop interrupting the flow of how my people work. Please. This is ridiculous. “

She opened a com link to Myles. “Mister Davorak… “ She jumped as she heard it echo down the hall. She then went to the hall to look down where Davorak and Virgil were talking. Her whispered voice sighed out. “Mister Davorak come in please. Virgil nice to see you again, please join us. “

The man could make a mess as she gave him a mixed look that was both soft and irritated at the same time. It was an odd expression as she answered Commander Cantalos’s call. “Commander. For crying out loud Prometheus… The Godkillers can not go stomping around, this is a medical and science facility not a military facility. Seventy five percent of my crew is not combat. Standby. “

She turned to Ardgal and the others if they were in the bedroom “The intel you need is in the office next door not in my general data banks. Why you ask? It is in a closed network. Do you want Prometheus in on this? he has to come here. I wont transmit it outside of that secured network. “

Her hand went to her throat as she closed her eyes and went to spray her throat with the special spray again. It tasted berry like.. sort of. Note to self: make a better narco throat spray. She returned to her holo to her Commander and Prometheus on the bridge and relayed what Ardgal had decided who needed to see this data. She said this last to the Commander. “I will be securing the room. Have the boys scramble resonance. “ This was in case anyone was trying to listen. Even if what she had to say was attempted to be heard outside of this little get to gether, it will come across garbled like a bad signal. Commander acknowledged.

She motioned with her hand for them to follow her to a sliding door to the side of her chambers. Upon entering was a room with high tech computers, desk, chairs, clear screens with various configurations, calculations, notes and genome patterns. One side had entrance to a clean room complete with antisepsis fields and spray downs for toxins and beyond that a small genetics lab. The other side had clear panels inset into the wall with flowered plants growing in them in various controlled environments. These were her beloved orchids. It smelled very floral in the room. The floral scent was oddly very calming.

“Stand, sit however you wish. “ As she closed the sliding door and locked it into place. Rashae then went to a side locked panel and took out a black case. She put it on her desk and opened the box. The box itself looked like it could withstand more than one explosion and direct shot. Inside the box was very thickly padded and had only four vials. These vials were glowing orange. Rashae picked one up and held it with her fingers.

“This is what Xander and likely Galactic coop is after. It’s the key. “ Myles would understand as Rashae would have told him about the Xander incident after she ran. It was her fault she paniced but she didn’t know what else to do and the circumstances were completely unpredictable. “I don’t have the formula but the head scientist that disappeared made sure I had this. I created this. “


[member="Ardgal Raxis"] [member="Myles Davorak"]

 

[Myles Davorak]

Myles and his crew of Triad operatives had prepared for the arrival of General Raxis and his Godkillers, an elite fighting force. He would give them room to operate and would offer his help in anything he needed, but the Doctor came first for now.


He stood outside of Rashae's quarters while [member="Ardgal Raxis"] reunited with [member="Rashae"], he was acting differently, he even tossed his own rifle to the side...Did he truly care for this woman? Or are they bound by different reasons? He did not know and did not want to instigate further.

Virgil had come into the area, no doubt to check on her cousin and to get more info on the situation, which was....delicate to say the least. Myles knew that Rashae would no doubt request Ardgal's help.

What are we looking at, exactly?

"Virgil, nice to see you again so soon. Well....best way i can put it is corporate assassination. Big pharma company is out for her head on a silver platter. Man named Xander Howeth; snake of a creature. He no doubt has resources that would almost match General Raxis"

That was the abridged story. He would give her details as she requested them but he didn't like taking up too much of her time.

Mister Davorak come in please

He heard the whisper come from her quarters. Myles motioned for Virgil to go in first since she was a lady an' all.

Going into Rashae's quarters he awaited what further requests and information she had. He didn't mind, other than Ardgal so far she was one of the more honest clients and he appreciated that.
Myles stood near the door so he could react if they had unwanted guests. He saw the Doctor scramble and grab something, to which she held out her hand with this object.

This is what Xander and likely Galactic coop is after.It’s the key

This makes much more sense. But what does it do? What did she create? The answers might be over his head but still he was curious nonetheless

He didn't want to interrupt and let the Doctor continue if she had anything else to say. He kept eyeing Ardgal and Virgil to see if they had any reaction to her statement.