Shadows of the Past, Vision of the Future (Coalition Dominion of Manaan and Zeltros T2)

[Amelia von Sorenn]

Post: VI
Allies: Free Worlds Coalition
Enemies: None
Objective: The Zeltros Guard
Location: Making Planet-fall
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"Shuttle Valkyrie, remain on your current heading. Docking bay 33 has been cleared for your approach."

The shuttle shook slightly as it continued its plunge to the world below, slipping through the atmosphere with ease. A soft smirk crossed upon her lips as she remain, her eyes closing for a moment as she listened to the shuttle's engine's soft hum. With another rocking motion, her eyes shot open as she looked towards the rear compartment. Pulling herself up from her seat, she turned towards the cockpit, golden hues peering out at the cityscape before her.

A myriad of vessels cut through the air on their own routes, though she was only interested in where they were heading. As the shuttle came down, it shook again before a heavy thud was heard, the landing gears engaging before the shuttle was locked in place on the landing pad. Standing there for a moment, a heavy sigh escaped her lips as she looked towards the entrance, already seeing others waiting.

"It appears we've been expected."

She smirked before stepping back into the passenger compartment, giving a nod to her guard. The boarding ramp hissed open, lightly clanking against the landing pad. Moving down the boarding ramp first, her personal guard remained at her side, marching down behind her just moments later. Her golden hues fell upon the welcoming committee, and her eyes thanked the designer of the landing pad. The roof above creaked for a moment before roaring to life, the heavy panels slowly closing and leaving the landing area shrouded in the dim artificial lights that lined the edges.

"A welcomed respite."

Amelia said bluntly, though kept her helm upon her brow for the time being. Her own personal guard formed around her, though kept her forward. A small smirk remained upon her lips as her eyes fell upon the individual before her. Giving a silent nod, she rose a hand, giving the order for her guard to stand at the ready.

"I believe we've some business to attend to and I would prefer that it remain between us."

"Of course Countess, House Aishul is nothing if not private in its dealings."

"I would prefer such a meeting happen before any libations held by either side."

"Now you're just taking the fun out of our Bloodline."

"After you."

Amelia motioned before stepping forward, her personal guard following in her footsteps as the entire group moved towards a handful of waiting enclosed speeders.


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Amelia's Forces:

• Cardinal class Corvette (1)
• Sigma Praetorian

 

[Faith Organa]

Location: Enroute to Zeltros
Post 12 of 22

She knew Draco was right Myles was a grown man, a capable man she needed to have faith that he'd meet them when he could. She knew [member="Rashae"] would they had discussed spas before. Faith finally dropped the comm and let the magic fingers of the dragon ease the tensions away. Faith needed to listen to Draco he was right what happen to Manaan she couldn't have stopped. She had to let that go.

She nodded, "yes Drahr I know it's my sensitive side though, you know about my sensitive side right?" She smiled of course he did. She finally stopped to take notice of just how close Draco was his legs pressed to her sides she felt the heat running through her torso. That warm musk smell that only Draco radiated filled her with warmth and a sense of safety.

She felt his eyes upon her as she turned to look up at him he had this look that no matter what she was wearing he made her feel naked. His hands were low on her back easing out the aches and stress. "Don't go any lower or we could have problems."

She thought about Zeltros, "Their Queen wants a trade deal, if I offer her the Kolto for Zeltros that might kill two birds one stone." She was thinking about it but she knew she needed to talk to the Mando'ade to their leadership to ensure the borders of FWC were safe. She laid her head down on the bed her glass still in her hand. The pressure of Draco's thumbs in her back felt so good she wanted to drift off.

"You don't need Zeltrons or Zeltros to be bad riduur you come by some of that naturally. Course I think its water that makes you think bad thoughts" They had the lake and their cabin on Aldera had lots of water to. Faith yawned just a little.

"Let's go to Zeltros [member="Draco Vereen"], full power." She smiled as she turned over looking up at Draco, "You can come show me how bad you are going to be..." She wiggled her finger for him to come closer.

 

[Joza Perl]

The bark of laughter she tried to suppress came out as something of a yelp at the mention of Sith being bright red racing speeders in this scenario. It wasn’t something she had expected to hear but enjoyed it nonetheless, downing another quick gulp of her drink as he continued. Something more metallic and mysterious she guessed, rather than bright.

What surprised her most—and it wasn’t the hand on the chest despite the fact that her first love had done the exact same thing in the exact same club and we all know how that turned out—was that she actually found herself agreeing with his philosophy, or at least part of it. The part she thought she understood.

“So you acknowledge your emotion, let it pass over you and learn from it but ultimately do not let it control you.” Her tone was one of someone trying to lay out the facts for approval.

Still, she shrugged.

“I can get down with that.”

And then she downed the rest of her drink.

[member="Theodosius Organa"]

 

[Andulf Nicholas Teraan]

[member="Faith Organa"]

1 of 22


And so it was after taking to fulfill his duty as the ambassador for Alderaan Andulf as for a momentary leave. Heading home to visit his ailing mother briefly before return back to duty. In which case having received word of her highness entourage head off towards Zeltron to which figure it be wise to maybe head there as well. In order meetup with a few old acquaintances he had there and at the same time be there if there be any need of him there.

 

[Judah Dashiell]

Manaan | Objective : Stuff and Thangs, Salacia Edition | Post : [ 4 ]​

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Drones had long disappeared down underneath the dark blue waves. Mapping data was slow to arrive, coming in ribbons of data at first back to the crew on the large research vessel. Portions of the selected site were being filled in, people wandering aimlessly or stopping by to stare at the semi-blank screens. Minutes stretched into hours as the team set upon the tedious task.


After an eternity, or what seemed like one, geologists started to give the go-ahead for construction. Raw minerals or not Salacia Consolidated would be putting a facility underneath and above the water. A large barge full of durasteel beams and materials needed to build the complex structure. No easy task in the wide open and deep ocean.


Good thing they had done this before.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

"I do what I want." Draco retorted playfully as Faith told him what he could and could not do in regards to her massage. He grinned roguishly, thinking of all the trouble they could cause on Zeltros, and more importantly how well he would fit in with that world today. "What if I want problems, did you think of that?" He pressed his thumbs into the dimples of her lower back, moving them in a circular motion away from her spine.

"I'm never bad." Not even Draco could maintain a straight face saying that. It was so blatantly untrue. Not only did the Prince wander around the palace of New Aldera shirtless fairly often, but he was also notorious for doing his best to whisk Faith away from any form of serious business to spend time with her.

Draco sat up some to allow Faith to turn over so he wasn't sitting on her backside anymore, which was only a little disappointing for the retired warrior. "Fine, I'm not all that bad." The Mandalorian made his best attempt at a straight face as he looked down at Faith, laying beneath him comfortably, beckoning him to come closer. "Hmm, but perhaps," his hands danced along her abdomen, feeling the curves and bumps of her stomach muscles gingerly. "I could be." With that his mischievous grin returned and he began tickling Faith's stomach and sides rather than doing as instructed, or as Faith might have intended.

[member="Faith Organa"]

 

[Theodosius Organa]

[SIZE=18pt]The Great Walk[/SIZE]​

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I hear the Breath speak, a gentle whisper that is sung and is carried upon the wind. It guides me, it nurtures me. I tend to its celestial gardens. This symbiosis with The Living Force, it is a binding contract, one that I so freely give with all of my spirit. This trust I give, it is unrestrained, an unconditional act of love and respect.​

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The Great Walk, it is the Kashi Pilgrimage. It is a long quest, a crusade to aid the Living Force. One may journey this path for atonement. Another may just walk this path to seek to reconnect. Any Kashi may take the walk. To do so, it takes unconditional faith and the price of memories. -Theodosius Organa​

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[SIZE=14pt]Zeltros[/SIZE]​

Club Blush​

Joza Perl​

Post #13​

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Theo had been taking steady sip through the straw no and again. However he was not trying to drink it too quickly. The drink was made with seven different types of liquors. If he did not give it a healthy respect then he might be finding himself crawling around the floor on his lips.

“Exactly my dear”, with a wink of an approval Theo grinned. “The Kashi Mystics attempted to show the Jedi early on about the unifying force”, was her hand still on his chest? It was ok if it was; Theo was not shy nor was he uncomfortable about body contact, “It is in our nature to feel the influence of the light and the dark. To deny either aspect of one’s nature always ends poorly. Did you need another drink”, it seemed like the gentlemanly thing to ask.

 

[Joza Perl]

#14

Her face broke into a bit of a bigger grin when he’d confirmed that she understood. Force philosophies often drove her away just on the basis of what they were, but what Theo had described to her made sense and she identified with some of it. Not exactly the connecting to nature part, but moreso accepting that influences from both ends of the spectrum happen and understanding how to deal with them.

“I’m alright, thank you. Would you like a refill?” She tilted her head up a bit to see if Theo’s glass was getting empty just as a young woman who happened past reached down to grope the Kashi’s backside.

“Could have used that sort of advice a few years back.” She mused with her lips pressed against the edge of the glass before taking another drink. Joza had always been the dramatic sort, especially when she was younger. Like many aspiring Jedi, she’d spiraled downwards. When she finally managed to climb out, she stood on much different ground than she had before.

[member="Theodosius Organa"]

 

[Amelia von Sorenn]

Post: VII
Allies: Free Worlds Coalition
Enemies: None
Objective: The Zeltros Guard
Location: Making Planet-fall
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A low humming filled the air as the speeders powered up, the convoy slipping away from the docking bay, streaming through the city with ease. The scenery was one of what many would think Zeltros would look, vibrant colors and all manners of pleasure and entertainment could be found. A small smirk crossed her lips as she peered out through the tinted windows of the speeder before pulling her attention back to those in the compartment. The Knight-Captain and Knight-Lieutenant sat next to her, keeping their attention upon those on the other side of the speeder.

"Captain Krig, I'm sure our hosts mean us no harm."

"Your safety is my primary concern ma'am, both of you being a Countess of Alderaan and the paragon of your bloodline."

"You can relax Captain, I'm sure they're getting as much from this deal as we will, and they're unlikely to jeopardize their own gains in such an action, isn't that right?"

She looked towards her hosts whom merely provided a simple nod, a small smirk crossing her lips as she looked back to the Lieutenant and Captain that had remained with her. Motioning with her hand, they both nodded their understanding of the simple command. After all it had been a while since she'd dealt with any of her own kind, and their reception was still unknown as to their feelings towards her.

It likely also didn't help that she was with those that were now claiming the world in their own way. The order though was carried to the other members of the bodyguard squad through their internal coms. They were to keep their guard up, and remain ever vigilant. Returning her attention back out towards the city that slipped them by, a small smirk remained upon her lips.

Bringing her hands up, she slowly removed her helm, setting it on the set next to her before brushing her hair out. A soft sigh escaping her lips as she leaned back into her seat and enjoyed the ride towards their destination. Her plan and offer beginning to slip through her mind as she played through the reactions and possible answers.


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Amelia's Forces:

• Cardinal class Corvette (1)
• Sigma Praetorian

 

[Faith Organa]

Location: Enroute to Zeltros
Post 13 of 22

"You do what you want? Should I believe that you want to attend political meetings and trade conferences with me or do you go because there are rewards for it?" She smiled she knew he hated those things with quite the passion. The warrior of the Mandalorians retired to...palace husband and aficionado of what color suits negotiations. She'd never say that to him, not even in anger.

"Do you want problems? Hmm. Should I refer all problems presented to me to you for solution. Some problems you would like others not so much. Or do you think a skirmish along the borders are more in line with the kind of problems you like or do you want Zeltros problems like gambling, competition, and those enticing pheromones? "

She knew him well enough to know what it was that made his clock tick faster.

"No dearest you aren't all that bad" She felt every touch it sent shivers down her spine. Master massager that he was he knew not only how to ease the tension from her but also the pleasure of his touch made her clock tick faster. The powerful muscles in his arms flexing only so much as he applied the pressure that eased the tension.

But then his devil showed up and began tickling her. Faith squirmed as her mouth opened, "No.oh..." she began to laugh, "no FAIR!" She smacked at his hands, "You will pay!" She laughed harder.

All while the ship made its way to Zeltros it was not far and within a few hours she knew they'd be there. Hyperspace travel made it easier and shorter.

[member="Draco Vereen"]

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Draco stopped tickling Faith's stomach and ribs, still grinning from ear to ear. "I go to those things because I want to support you in all that you do, not that I actually enjoy those sorts of things. The rewards are just extra, a lot of very nice extra that makes it easier on me." All that he said was true, but they would likely never find out if he would maintain his number of appearances if she stopped rewarding him for doing something he didn't enjoy to show his support for her.

The big man then fell upon her gently, but still putting most of his weight atop Faith with his arms tucked beside her and elbows against his ribs and underarms protectively in case she attempted to take vengeance against him. He kissed her neck softly, "Pay will I? Hmmm, I don't think you've thought this through. We still have to meet with miss Perl at her club so you have to be all proper while I get to do whatever I please while I'm there." He would have quite a lot to pay for if everything went according to his plans as he had no intention of behaving and sitting quietly and properly at a Zeltros Club. No, he would be taking in the pheromones and expending his energy in distracting Faith as much as possible while she tried to do business.

"We are almost there anyway. If you ask nicely, I'll let you up and we can get ready to go meet her."

[member="Faith Organa"]

 

[Theodosius Organa]

[SIZE=18pt]The Great Walk[/SIZE]​

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I hear the Breath speak, a gentle whisper that is sung and is carried upon the wind. It guides me, it nurtures me. I tend to its celestial gardens. This symbiosis with The Living Force, it is a binding contract, one that I so freely give with all of my spirit. This trust I give, it is unrestrained, an unconditional act of love and respect.​

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The Great Walk, it is the Kashi Pilgrimage. It is a long quest, a crusade to aid the Living Force. One may journey this path for atonement. Another may just walk this path to seek to reconnect. Any Kashi may take the walk. To do so, it takes unconditional faith and the price of memories. -Theodosius Organa​

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[SIZE=14pt]Zeltros[/SIZE]​

Club Blush​

[member="Joza Perl"]​

Post #14​

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It was hard not to notice Joza’s smile. It was infecting and you could not help but smile in return. Theo was going to say something about another refill, then is his backside was grabbed again. That and Joza mentioned she could have used that advice before.

“Thank you my dear, but no. If I have another we won’t be able to dance”, they were there and there was a dance floor. Why not? Theo held out his hand in offering to take hers.

 

[Joza Perl]

#15

“Bit of a lightweight, Mr. Living Force?” Though she poked a bit of fun at him, it was good natured and not meant to be snide. There was a bias, after all given that Zeltrons had two livers and they tended to mix their drinks stronger than most.

She glanced down to his hand held out in offering then back up to his face.

“Do you intend for us to ballroom dance our way across the floor?” There was a clear note of humor in her tone especially given that the dance floor was crowded with a mass of sweaty bodies, hardly enough room to move much less make the wide, graceful movements that came with a more formal type of dance.

Not that she figured he intended something like that, but it was fun to tease.

[member="Theodosius Organa"]

 

[Theodosius Organa]

[SIZE=18pt]The Great Walk[/SIZE]​

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I hear the Breath speak, a gentle whisper that is sung and is carried upon the wind. It guides me, it nurtures me. I tend to its celestial gardens. This symbiosis with The Living Force, it is a binding contract, one that I so freely give with all of my spirit. This trust I give, it is unrestrained, an unconditional act of love and respect.​

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The Great Walk, it is the Kashi Pilgrimage. It is a long quest, a crusade to aid the Living Force. One may journey this path for atonement. Another may just walk this path to seek to reconnect. Any Kashi may take the walk. To do so, it takes unconditional faith and the price of memories. -Theodosius Organa​

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[SIZE=14pt]Zeltros[/SIZE]​

Club Blush​

Joza Perl​

Post #15​

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“Ha”, Theo blurted out being dramatic as ever. “A lightweight you say”, He asked smirking. He was obviously not offended but still rather playful. “What is the rush when my lips could easily take their time? Unless you prefer you gentlemen to rush about without the for before the play”, ye it was his turn to tease her in return.

“Ballroom dance”, his hand was still out, his fingers wiggling tainting her to take them. “If there was room out there I most certainly could. What I had in mind gorgeous is something far more scandalous. Unless you Zeltronians cannot handle a little bump and grinding on a dance floor”, It was visibly apparent Zeltronainas could as there was many out there dancing already. His banter was just silly and playful. His fingers were still wiggling. Would she take them?

 

[Faith Organa]

Location: Enroute to Zeltros
Post 14 of 22

Oh she was married to the devil himself she looked up into those steel gray eyes as he looked at her. Every emotion he ever expressed was first seen there and she had seen most of them. He did his duty as her Prince Consort without too much grief, even though she knew he hated being trussed up like the life day dinner.

He wanted to barter she had plenty to barter with but the one thing that she had no control over time. Time was the enemy. She smiled thinking about how she could ask nicely.

She drew her hands up making like she was going to touch him but instead she just placed them behind her head as she kept her gaze on him.

There wasn't anything that they couldn't buy that she could offer. Except one thing. There was one thing that only she could give him she played with telling him her suspicions but decided not to right now it was too too early.

Instead she stuck her lower lip out and gave him big puppy eyes, "Won't you let me up Draco...pluuuuhhhlzzzz" She smiled.

[member="Draco Vereen"]

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Draco looked down into the smooth amber gems that were Faith's eyes warmly, comfortable with his position in life and on the bed. She stuck out her lip while returning his gaze, making herself look as adorable as she could. "Fine," He said, giving her one more quick kiss on the cheek before relenting to her charms, "But I refuse to behave." At least he gave her fair warning that he would not be the quiet yet stern figure at her side, looking dapper with a pressed military uniform. Instead he would be much more laid back, a white silk shirt as is with about half the buttons unfastened, black slacks, and his comfortable black shoes. Reluctantly he sat up and then stood from the bed, offering her a hand to help her to her feet as well. He had to restrain himself from pushing her back onto the bed after helping her stand, but restrain himself he did. Barely.

"We have probably left miss Perl waiting longer than is polite anyway. And I have important mischief to attend to." He said it as though he had an itinerary that clearly labeled mischief from twenty two hundred hours to oh one hundred hours the following morning, which if Ana had a schedule for him was possibly true. Faith could probably imagine having things like 'general tomfoolery' and 'shirtless ruckus hour' or even 'attempt to out eat a gamorrean' if Ana kept up with him at all.

He slipped on his shoes without bothering to bend over and fetch them, just slipping his feet into them and moving on with his preparations. "Transport is waiting to take us to Club Blush. Huh, I wonder if Zeltrons can blush?" Maybe he would find out tonight while Faith negotiated contracts. The transport was indeed awaiting the Queen of Alderaan and her Prince-Consort, ready to ferry them the short distance from the dock to Club Blush where its hostess was anticipating their arrival.

[member="Faith Organa"] [member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Joza Perl]

#16/22

She snorted at his quip, unable to keep a grin from pulling her lips wide.

“I don’t think that they could particularly be called gentleman in the first place.”

Joza reached out to take his hand and join him from a little traditional Zeltron bump ‘n grind when the commlink in her ear crackled to life. She liked to be in the loop and stay on top of any potential disaster scenarios—one might call it nosey, but she was nosing in her own affairs. A familiar voice filtered in to her ear and she paused half way in stretching her hand towards Theo, features deepening to a sort of scowl.

“Perl,” After all these years he tended to call her by her last name like he was scolding a child. “The Alderaan delegates are scheduled to arrive shortly which begs the question, where the absolute hell are you and why is it not in the VIP room?”

Ivan was likely her closest friend, working for Joza as a personal pilot and gradually becoming somewhat of an assistant. For a substantial raise in pay, but the man was the sort to put his energy and focus into whatever task was a laid out before him.

“Have to reschedule that dance,” She apologized, lowering her hand as her features softened into a vague smile. “I’ve got a meeting to attend sooner than I thought.”

[member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Faith Organa"] [member="Theodosius Organa"]

 

[Theodosius Organa]

[SIZE=18pt]The Great Walk[/SIZE]​

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I hear the Breath speak, a gentle whisper that is sung and is carried upon the wind. It guides me, it nurtures me. I tend to its celestial gardens. This symbiosis with The Living Force, it is a binding contract, one that I so freely give with all of my spirit. This trust I give, it is unrestrained, an unconditional act of love and respect.​

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The Great Walk, it is the Kashi Pilgrimage. It is a long quest, a crusade to aid the Living Force. One may journey this path for atonement. Another may just walk this path to seek to reconnect. Any Kashi may take the walk. To do so, it takes unconditional faith and the price of memories. -Theodosius Organa​

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[SIZE=14pt]Zeltros[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14pt]Club Blush[/SIZE]​

Joza Perl​

Post #16​

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“Well, how unfortunate”, Theo sighed in disappointment but he did continue to smile. “Yes one dance is rescheduled”, The grabbed a cylinder that was sitting on the bar. He twisted it open to reveal the bright red lip stick. Upon a napkin he wrote. The words he wrote flowed out.

~1 IOU dance, Theodosius of the Kashi Mystics~​

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Theo gave a quick wink to Joza, “There you go, evidence that would hold in nay court of law. I owe you a dance later at your convince.”

 

[Amelia von Sorenn]

Post: VIII
Allies: Free Worlds Coalition
Enemies: None
Objective: The Zeltros Guard
Location: Zeltros
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A small smirk remained upon her lips as she watched the enclosed speeder pull up to a rather sizable manor near the outskirts of the capital. Of course they would choose a place such as this, she thought to herself as the small motorcade of speeders pulled up into the main drive. Leaning back in her seat, she motioned with her hand, the two bodyguards with her nodding as they prepared to step out of the speeder. Her own nimble fingers lifting her helm and pulling it back upon her brow.

As the door opened, she easily slipped out, taking a moment to stretch and find the shade of the house to be a rather welcomed respite from the otherwise harsh sun. Looking towards the other vehicles, she stepped forward, shortly joined by her own squad of bodyguards. Stepping forward they fell into step behind her as she approached the heavy doors, the guards at the doors pushing them open for the woman as she merely smiled and strode forth.

"Its a lovely home that the Aishul have made upon Zeltros."

She spoke openly before her golden hues fell upon the head of the bloodline, a small nod and bow offered by herself as a sign of respect before she stepped forward.

"We have much to talk about, and very little time my dear friend."


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Amelia's Forces:

• Cardinal class Corvette (1)
• Sigma Praetorian

 

[Faith Organa]

Location: Zeltros
Post 15 of 22

Draco seemed quite intent on the meeting with [member="Joza Perl"] course it seemed he had forgotten that after the meeting with Joza she had a meeting with the Queen of Zeltros. His misbehaving may have to be pushed till a little later which she had said a few times before they began discussing having some fun.

Faith toyed with what to wear it was a club but it was business she decided on the blue it was beautiful and right for negotiation even if too formal for a club. But it was also fitting to meet the Queen in she would just have to change to dance at a club. Duty first, playtime later. She smiled at the mirror.

She had been listening to Draco as he got ready, "I would think they get a deeper color to show blushing. I mean they aren't a world full of people who only want to have sex all the time Draco. They are highly competitive, they appreciate art, they love to eat rich foods, many love bright colors but they also like black, they are so much more than pheromones. Just like Mandalorians are more than just armor."

She stepped out to look at her husband, "You look very handsome Draco." She smiled he really did who couldn't look at him and notice how strong he was that his clothes fit him without being tight. That his eyes even to this day looked full of mystery hidden behind clouds of gray. Draco fit the image of a Prince Consort.

Though she knew that others still looked at him as the Mandalorian who attacked here, or there, or well his reputation proceeded him wherever they went. She imagined it had come here too. She smiled pushing the thought away she'd deal with it later. Right now, Ms Perl awaited.

Within the half hour -

Faith and Draco arrived at Club Blush. Faith was not disappointed by the facade of the building at all everything on Zeltros was so far what she imagined. The pheromones were over whelming at times her thoughts drifted to things that had nothing to do with business. She felt like having a party and wondered why?

Someone should bottle the pheromones and sell it on the open market if that were possible. She was extremely relaxed.

Before entering the Club she smoothed her dress, and put her hand out for Draco to take. Alderaani guards were having difficulty too but even here no one dared let their guard down, it would be too easy for something to happen.

Her stomach flipped. She needed, water. They were inside within a few steps, guards outside, Faith and Draco in as they headed to the area they were directed to for meetings with Ms. Perl.

[member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Theodosius Organa"]