True Lies Pt1: Perfect Stranger (closed)

[Talau the Ever-Lurking]

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After the nightmare on Vendaxa, Rahja had made it a point to let the General know that she needed something low key…along with at least two days off, one for kolto healing and one just to try and calm her wound up nerves. He’d more than understood, knowing he’d been pushing her. The Vendaxa incident certainly hadn’t been part of the plan, and it was a stroke of good luck and the force that that former jedi had been there to help, or one of his best agents might very well have ended up discovered, dead, or worse…not that there was much worse than death. He’d given her more than just the two days off (much to her chagrin), and he’d also given her this mission as something of an extension of that. There was to be no killing involved it at all possible, just information gathering.

What had surprised her had been his ‘suggestion’ that she take her finest…that she’d need it. The only thing that could have (and did) surprise the woman more, was just where she was being sent to. Falleen. The word had nearly had her choking on the water she’d been offered. Again, the General couldn’t exactly blame her. After what had happened with the Falleen mercenary and the Empire, he doubted she was going to relish the chance to go to what was very likely the man’s home planet…but this was where they needed her. She’d played it off well, her true reasons for her nearly choking on that water…the unwelcome, but not entirely unexpected, desire to see Rizzen again. It was, however, highly unlikely that she would. He’d chosen a life away from Falleen it seemed, and she knew he was going to answer the call of Mandalore.

The chances of their meeting again in such a short time were slim, at best. ”.0001372 to 1, against,” Sender had quoted to her after the meeting when they were alone. She had to hand it to that little droid, he knew her considerably better than any other sentient being alive…she hadn’t even hinted at her thoughts, yet he’d known. Well of course he’d known…it should have been obvious after their last encounter with the man. Pressing those less than useful thoughts out of her mind, she’d packed what she might need (as well as some precautionary measures) and headed to their destination.

The trip had been the beginnings of the planning stage, taking the information given to her by the General and supplementing it as much as possible with files she and Sender pulled up from the Republic databanks and previous informant reports. Quite a lot was riding on this, it seemed, as she pulled up file after file that noted the target as having slipped away just before he could be tagged. According to current records, this self-built ‘merchant prince’…a humanoid male named Nikkos Alemmo…was the keeper of a safe house for Imperial spies and assassins. The trouble was, no one had been able to get hold of the man to find out just where this safe house was. Some believed it was on Falleen itself, others disagreed simply because of the Falleen’s insular nature, due highly to their belief that they were superior to most (if not all) other races. There had been a shift in the Republic’s luck it seemed, and (for once) there was fairly reasonable evidence that the man was headed to Falleen.

One of the prominent banking houses, House Xan, was going to be holding a gala in honor of a new business deal with Nikkos, their informants had said. The two had been working together for some time now, in short stints and loose ties anyway, but now it seemed Merchant and Banker decided to make their relationship a bit more long-term. The gala was the reason he would be there, and she had to do get the information from him by the time he left the planet…preferably without him catching on to the fact that he was being watched. All she had to do was get close enough to him without arousing that suspicion, and that was going to be the problem. It was good that she was pulling old records and reports…the chiss woman already knew she was likely going to have to use this gala as the means to get close to Alemmo, but the old news articles, footage and images of him allowed her to begin formulating her cover.

It was with that new cover drawn about her, that she sat calmly on Falleen in a very specific café, at a very specific table, dressed in a very specific manner and waited.

That raven hair was gently swept back, the topmost layers of it held out of her face by a simple clip, allowing it to flow loosely down her back and over her shoulders. Small strands of it still fell about her face of course, like shadowy and silken feathers. A silvery dusting of eye shadow lightly accented those almond shaped and lightly predatory crimson eyes, lined with thick black lashes. Typically dark gray-blue mouth held just a hint of purple coloring which drew attention to its plush lips and the excellently cared for white teeth behind, should she happen to smile. The understated makeup was only meant to attract attention to her features, rather than cover them as most women seemed to try and do.

Coincidentally (or perhaps not so coincidentally), the shade of color gracing her lips transferred down to the soft cotton blouse she wore. While it clung about her form from her lower ribs to upper hips, the top section of it hung loosely about her arms and chest. The floating fabric left just enough to the imagination to earn her more than a few double-takes, even after the initial shock of her azure skin color and red eyes. The shirt clung to her neck, while the slits in the material of the shoulders allowed more of that blue hued flesh to show through. The necklace she obtained on Csilla hung outside her shirt, allowing the signal emanating from it to be acquired more easily by her partner, who perched across the way, the slimmer and more realistic looking chassis blending in far more easily, even among the glittering buildings of the city.

Of course, the delicate beauty sitting at a well dressed table and sipping lightly at her caf wasn’t quite as harmless as she appeared. Hidden in her ear was a new little toy she’d just gotten. Like her last ear-piece it was colored to match her skin; this, however, was considerably smaller, fitting into her ear in a far less conspicuous manner, even with her hair pulled back. Her sub-vocal mic, slim as it was, was easily hidden beneath the collar of that blouse. The clip in her hair was held in place by two ‘wooden’ sticks…again not to be assumed they were the innocent things they appeared to be. Besides, the quietly self-assured woman, sitting with one leg crossed over the other, had been watching and planning since the moment she’d sat down in this place…the first time...two days ago.

Now she relaxed, gazing out of the impeccably clean windows to the jungles surrounding and weaving through the city. Smiling slightly, she listened to Sender enjoy the day. Since the Familiar meeting he’d been incredibly happy, and that always tended seep over to her, making those sculpted features seem to glow just a bit more in the early morning light. Considering the Falleen distaste for any but their own, she hadn’t had the best, or easiest, time dealing with the more affluent members of this society...so she was glad to hear the friendly voice in her ear.

”So…does anyone really know why the Falleen don’t have proper ears? I mean…if they have a mammalian ancestor also, why wouldn’t they have ears? I just find it…odd. You know, Reaver, I almost want it to rain. Isn’t that odd? I’ve never wanted it to rain…I don’t think I can ever thank the Wizard enough for these upgrades! I can finally be of even more use to you!”

Picking her cup up and bringing it to hover before her mouth, she hid the smirk that had crept up swiftly at her friend’s chatter. Taking a sip, she chuckled and watched the flow of Falleen, and the few outsiders visiting the planet, passing outside the windows.

”Settle down, Sender, and keep a watch. Hmph…wonder if that new programming fried your processors. Mind on the job…mind on the job.”

Sender immediately settled down at his partner’s whispered comments.

”Right…right…of course. Sorry. There! I believe that’s him…one moment…”

With that HUD backlighting dimmed to nothing, the black and gray droid looked like nothing more than a raven, sitting there on one of the buildings as his optical receptors focused in on the black haired man coming around out of the hotel below and two doors down from his position. ”Yes, that’s our man…and sure enough…headed in your direction. He should be there in a few minutes…sit tight,” he said, sliding back his wing panels to allow the black solar collecting feathers to do their work. Rah, on the other hand, simply stayed silent and thanked the server-droid that refilled her cup before sipping placidly at it once more.

Something was wrong, though…the closer her target got to her, the more strongly she could sense him.

To most that wouldn’t seem strange, but to her…to her it was wrong. It wasn't just any ‘normal’ presence she was feeling. No, it was another force user…a strong one…stronger than herself at least, and that put her ill at ease. For a moment her heart rate rose sharply, before Rah was back to that placid temperament. Whoever, whatever, Nikkos Alemmo was, she would get past it to find out just what was going on. She would simply have to be more cautious. Ah well, so much for an easy job…Soon enough the well dressed ‘merchant prince’ was there before her, gazing down at her through dark green eyes. Lifting her face to show she noticed him, Rahja tilted her head to the side ever so slightly.

”Can I help you, sir?”

“I…well this may sound strange to you, but I typically sit here when I visit this planet. However, I'm loathe to ask you to vacate your seat, especially since there was obviously no reservation marking.” He looked around for a moment as if he were expecting someone before smiling and looking back to her. “I am expecting to meet someone here, but…seeing as they’ve not arrived yet, perhaps I could share your company for a bit? Such a stunningly exotic beauty should hardly be sitting alone.”

Blinking up at him, she seemed a bit stunned as she listened to him, stammering out a little apology to his first comment before dipping her head bashfully at his second. ”If you would like…please, have a seat until your friend comes.”

[Vex]

Rizzen strolled down the street. He had a purpose, but no reason to rush. Dealing with family business now that he had gotten back to Falleen had been...fun. It reminded him of why he enjoyed the life he lived out on the Fringe, with his brothers and sisters in arms. He was fully capable of of navigating the political and caste minefields of his home...he just found himself less and less inclined to do so as the years went on.

Nevertheless, he needed to put on a good face. After all, it wouldn't do to besmirch the House of Xan or its honor. He fully realized that he had commitments and responsibilities here just as much as he did out there with his fellow Mando'ade. Taking care of family was part of the Resol'nare, after all. That was why he'd taken the time to divert his course from his first mission after answering Mand'alor's call to come here. Time was limited in scope, but not enough that he couldn't make due. Besides, this new deal was important.

Nikkos and his dealings were part of the reason that his family had managed to garner as much respect and power in the last few years. The business there had been lucrative, if not slightly a gamble. Without risk, however, there could be no reward. The Xan patriarch was shrewd, however, and those risks had been carefully calculated and the potential for reprisals had been all but worked out. This Nikkos was not Falleen, after all, which meant he was trusted less. Of course, knowing the social aspects of Falleen society, one might wonder how that was possible. Nevertheless, the Xan's had been very careful in moving the currency transactions and other shipments in manners completely detached from their own purview or oversight so that nothing could be linked back. If anything did, well, they were also very keen on knowing nothing of specifics. The best defense was one built in layers.

Rizzen walked down the street, unknowingingly shadowing along the path his intended compatriot had taken. The well-to-do of Falleen society had recently begun having a Renaissance flair of late and his garb reflected that. His shirt was more of a tunic of crisp and brilliant white. The sleeves were loose, allowing a free range of movement. Around his wrists and upper forearms, he'd conceded some practicality, with oiled black leather armbands with intricately inlaid designs of electrum worked over it. While looking purely for show, he'd had a thin sheet of beskar sewn into it to provide protection. The collar laced up and he wore a vest of deep violet over it. A half-cape of black lined in that violet rested over his right side and shoulder. His pants and boots matched rich black and the boots were polished to a rich sheen (and also inlaid with beskar, just in case), and accented in that electrum. At his belt, he kept a vibroblade on his left side, the handle ornate and plated in that silvery metal as well.

Given Rahja's time on the planet, she and Sender would no doubt realize that while, as ostentatious as it might seem, he was dressed rather humbly. The Houses of great power and influence on Falleen tended to flaunt it in the very way they dressed...it was a psychological ploy that was surprisingly effective, tending to put them a step ahead of their lessers, even if only in their own mind. Rizzen, however, preferred the reverse. He understated his station when at home, dressing as he did as a minor noble so that others would underestimate him. In that way, he used their pride as their downfall.

Before entering the cafe, he stopped, closing his eyes for a moment as he turned his face up to the sun. As much as he preferred most things away from his home planet, he loved the feel of its sun against his skin. That warmth was one thing he found himself missing in the depths of space. Sighing in appreciation, he turned and entered.

Violet eyes quickly scanned the room, falling upon his intended companion as an automatic smile of greeting found its way to his face. His father thought that spending a bit of time with Nikkos would help build the rapport that was so necessary for their business ventures. As those eyes flicked over in mild surprise at seeing that there was another with him, he paused. He had to still for a moment, clamping down on his mind as it threatened to run wild from the shock ad recognition that coursed through him. Though she looked very different from the way she had last time he'd seen her, she was unmistakeable to him. The memory of those exotic features...of that soft cerulean flesh and flashing crimson eyes, was as indelibly printed into his mind as his own being. Surprise met with a sliver of enjoyment, a selfish happiness that he was able to see her again and wondering why she'd come. Of course, given the body language that Nikkos elicited, leaning close to her like that, a frission of subtle, deadly jealousy wrapped through him. The man, after all..wasn't deserving of a woman like Rahja. That was about the time that common sense kicked in. He had a good inkling on the woman that was Rahja Kel...and she would not be here...be dressed like that, without a reason. He hadn't even known that he was going to be here in this cafe, let alone Falleen, until two days ago. She couldn't be here for him. That only left one thing: she was here for Nikkos. He was a target of some sort.

That entire play of thought and consciousness flashed like thunderclouds in his mind, but he kept that Mando'ade discipline tight around it to keep them from betraying out to surface thought or expression. The only crack was a slight intensity of his gaze and a wry hint to his smile as he moved to that booth. Nikkos had stood by then, recognizing him. Rizzen reached out, took his hand firmly, bowing his head a bit differentially. "Mr. Alemmo, it is a pleasure to meet you. I apologize for any delay."

Nikkos pumped his arm and looked back at him with those green eyes, shaking his head. "Please, Rizzen, call me Nikkos. There is no need for such formality. Besides, there was hardly a delay, and spent in the most pleasant of company. If anything, I should lament that you hadn't taken longer to get here!" He introduced her before gesturing to the booth, "Please, sit, join us!"

Rizzen bowed his head at the graciousness before turning his attention to Rahja. His eyes held hers for a long moment as he reached out and took her hand, dipping his head to brush a kiss across the knuckles. Clawed tips teased along her inner wrist lightly before he reluctantly pulled away and moved to take a seat. "It is a pleasure to meet you. It appears my lack of punctuality robbed me of the opportunity to meet such an exotic vision." Indeed, he seemed truly disappointed.

Reaching to his side, under that cape, he pulled out a true scroll, minute of size and ornate. He reached over, handing it to Nikkos. "Before I forget...your invitation for the night. It would hardly do for the Guest of Honor to be without. It is, by Lord Xan's request, for you plus guest," his eyes slid over to the Chiss beauty for a moment. "...should you so desire."

[Talau the Ever-Lurking]

He’d accepted her offer, of course, hardly believing his luck. So rarely did Nikkos come across such a…tastefully exotic…woman. He could, of course, feel the force in her, the barely trained presence that swirled about her in such a delectable way. Like many others of his kind would have thought, he found he simply had to have her. No, he was certainly no perverted little man, desiring this woman as some sort of play thing, but she was just appealing to him, and the thought certainly ran through his mind of seeing if he might invite her to be his guest to the gala tomorrow evening. With that thought, he moved on.

“I am Nikkos Alemmo, it is indeed a pleasure to meet one as beautiful as yourself. Tell me, is your name as exquisite as your face?”

Well…this one was laying the charm on rather thickly, wasn’t he? Both Familiar and partner had dozens of warning signals flare to life, not that Rahja showed any of that. Quite the opposite, she remained fairly placid, only showing a hint of coyness as she smiled over at him and chuckled. ”My name is Mirna’lani’meshpha,” she replied, actually managing a giggle that showed some of her true amusement at telling someone of non-chiss heritage a chiss name. Mildly she wondered if he might actually attempt to pronounce it at some point. The humor she found in the thought shown on that quirky little smirk that flitted about her face before she continued on. ”Though Nalani is my use name. Most find it much easier to pronounce.”

It seemed Nikkos found some amusement in her words as well, his bright grin and the amusement he radiated out in the force not feeling or seeming forced. “Well, Nalani, I don’t believe I shall try for your full name. I hope you don’t mind.”

”Um…Reaver…you…we…might have a problem. There’s a new contact en route to your position…I couldn’t get a positive match but…”

Sender had spotted him walking there below him. Playing sentinel for Rahja, and people watching in general, the little AER had caught sight of Rizzen before he ever reached the cross bridge to the café…at least, he thought it was Rizzen. The man had moved to the cross bridge, vanishing into the crowd and putting his back to the droid before he could make a positive match. Dumbfounded, he’d stammered out his uncertain warning to his partner, not quite certain how to break the news to her. ”Oh this is going to be awkward if it is him… he mused silently. Rahja had heard that warning, certainly, but she currently had no way to reply to the droid. ”No, that’s quite alright. While it would be amusing to hear you try, it might be better for all if we kept it to Nalani. No risk of damaging anyone’s pride that way, correct?”

“That is certainly true enough, yes.”

”Tell me, Mr. Alemmo…”

“Nikkos, please, Nalani.”

”Oh…well, alright…Nikkos…what is it that you do? You appear to be quite the business man.” No sooner had she said that than that familiar prickling against her senses grew stronger, clearer…with every passing moment it grew more recognizable, until she glanced in the direction of the door to the café, using the fact that her eyes were (more or less) one solid color to hide the fact that she had turned her attention away from the man before her. Her heart nearly stopped with the recognition of this presence as she prayed to the force that she was, for once, wrong.

She wasn’t.

”…I think it’s Rizzen.”

It most certainly was.

In an instant she had taken in his appearance. Certainly it lacked the subtle details that were there, but the over all image had been burned in…the flash and flair of nobility standing out in her mind as brightly as his presence to her senses. She didn’t have the time to pay more attention to him, however, as Nikkos spoke to her about the fact that he was a merchant and she was obliged to keep her cover of rapt interest intact. That didn’t mean, however, that there wasn’t a mildly tense air about her. While kept from her posture with smooth finesse and subtle care, her chest had tightened to keep hold of her surprise…to keep her heart from beating that much more swiftly in her surprise and gaining control of her breathing. He recognized her and she him…this could, if not properly handled, cause quite a mess.

…A mess she couldn’t afford.

The locks and fetters of her mind, all the walls and doors, all the compartments of her mind were rechecked for flaws that would compromise her in the presence of this force sensitive, Nikkos. If only he hadn’t been one things would have been that much simpler. As it stood, her checks found nothing horribly compromising, and he kept on cheerily about his booming business, seemingly unaware that her attention had wavered. He had noticed her attention had drifted, at his age he was exceptionally skilled at noticing such things, but to what degree, or why, he couldn’t quite tell. What it was he would soon find out as she cleared her throat quietly and gave her head a slight tilt in the direction of the door. ”I don’t want to alarm you, Nikkos, but…I do believe someone is watching us. Though, I dare say it might be the one you were waiting for. He’s headed this direction.”

Ah, so that was why her attention had shifted in such a way! Turning to look behind him, the man smiled and stood to greet the Xan heir, giving Rahja time to fully take in his startling new appearance. Finally the details were taken in, the rich coloring and textures of his clothing, the noble bearing that came only with years of practice, the ornate dagger at his belt, the crisp press and shine of his garb…this was a new layer to Rizzen that she’d only seen hints of in his personality during their first encounter. Just who was this man? Well, he was obviously someone of some importance in this society. Despite the obvious difference, to her eyes anyway, she found that she much preferred his understated costuming to the ostentatious peacocks that made up much of the rich upper classes and nobility of the planet.

“Please, Rizzen, call me Nikkos. There is no need for such formality. Besides, there was hardly a delay, and spent in the most pleasant of company. If anything, I should lament that you hadn’t taken longer to get here! Please, sit, join us!”

Rahja had, of course, stood as Nikkos had. While she hadn’t been bred up to be noble, or even to interact with nobles, she wasn’t a complete stranger to their ways. Shelk had been a good teacher, and he had had a good teacher. He had learned from a noble about etiquette and some protocol; in turn, Shelk had taught her to better aid her in social situations that appeared from time to time in their work as mercenaries. Also, there was the popular saying of “when on Falleen, do as the Falleen do.” Never before had that phrase been so true for the chiss. It was rather amusing, if she thought about it. As Rizzen gestured his understanding and thanks, she silently cursed, and blessed, the force for the unexpected opportunity to not have to fight Rizzen again…though, of course, she was also blessing and cursing it for more personal reasons as well.

When his attention turned to her, she gazed back at him with a sort of calm detachment…as if he were a perfect stranger. Her smile was small, polite, but nothing more. There couldn’t be anything more, especially not right now. Allowing him to take her hand, she feigned a polite indifference, bowing her head to him slightly as he brushed that kiss against her knuckles. The light tickle of his clawed fingers against the inside of her wrist, however, was…well, Rahja wasn’t certain how she felt about it, she felt so many conflicting emotions with just that one, simple, action. ”Dammit, Rizzen, don’t -do- that! Bloody lizard, you’re going to make everything -worse- that way!” she grumbled to him internally, wishing with every fiber that she could risk prodding his mind to get her point across to him not to do such things. She was, unfortunately, highly aware of the fact that to do so might cause more problems than it would solve.

“It is a pleasure to meet you. It appears my lack of punctuality robbed me of the opportunity to meet such an exotic vision.”

”It does seem that way, yes…but not robbed completely as I am, obviously, still here.” She graced him with a small, but genuine, smile of mild amusement. ”A pleasure to meet you as well.” Seeming to ponder Rizzen for a long moment, her head tilted to the side ever so slightly before she spoke.

”You know…I must say, I'm rather used to formalities, but I can’t say I can even really call you by your last name at the moment…should I continue to call you Rizzen, or do you have another title by which I should refer to you?” The question was subtly barbed…pointed in such a way that he would know exactly what she meant: ‘is there anything else I should know about you, or are the surprises over for the moment?’ with a hint of, ‘I can’t afford to be blindsided by any other surprises from you right now.’

He’d turned to Nikkos then, pulling a small scroll of ornate design from beneath that cape, handing the invitation over to the man ‘before he forgot.’ Rah doubted very much that Rizzen would forget anything of the sort, but nobility required specific manners, and with those manners came certain, almost scripted, lines. This was one such. “It is, by Lord Xan’s request, for you, plus guest…should you so desire.” Rizzen’s eyes had targeted her for a moment, and she simply pretended not to notice the look as she sipped at her caf once again…allowing the action to hide her slight smirk. ’Yes, Rizzen, but is it him that desires a ‘guest’ to attend the gala…or you?’ she mused, the thought only making her smirk spread a bit further as she made it a point to take another drink, allowing herself time to suppress the expression once more.

“That is indeed wonderful news, Rizzen, thank you. I do believe I have someone in mind that I would like to attend…but only if she’s interested.” Nikkos gave her a pointed look, which she ‘took a moment’ to notice, her face turning from the window back to the two men seated with her. She gave them a puzzled look, blinking a few times before raising her eyebrows at them.

”Why do I feel I’ve missed something important?”

Nikkos managed a hearty laugh at her apparent lack of attention to the conversation before placing a hand over one of hers, which rested on the table top. “I was, in a round about way, asking you if you would like to attend a gala with me tomorrow night, Nalani…but if you are going to be so absent from this conversation, perhaps I should choose another?” He was, of course, teasing…he wouldn’t have another, and he would find some way to persuade her to join him should she refuse. Not that Rahja was planning on refusing.

Crimson eyes widened slightly and she glanced swiftly between the two as if looking for the joke, the catch, to his offer. When she ‘didn’t find one,’ the azure skinned woman ducked her head slightly, playing her embarrassment subtly before chuckling and looking back up at Nikkos. ”I'm very sorry, I didn’t mean to neglect the conversation! I'm afraid I'm a bit…absent minded…in the morning, however, and found myself distracted by the beautiful day outside. I would love to join you. That is…if the offer still stands? I promise I’ll be more attentive…just so long as it isn’t in the morning.”

Nikkos chuckled at her reply and squeezed her hand gently, before bringing it to his lips and kissing the backs of her fingers lightly. “Not to worry, Nalani, the offer still stands and I will be overjoyed to have the company of such a lovely woman as yourself.”

[Vex]

"The honor is mine, Lady Nalani. An exquisite name, that one...though its beauty pales in comparison to the wielder." He smirked a bit at her subtle remark, shaking his head, full of innocence. "Hardly, little one. Rizzen will suffice. I find myself abroad alot and have thus grown accustomed to dealing without the pomp and ceremony of titles. Minor epithets often have little clout with the less civilized denizens of the galaxy and, in all honesty, I've found the weight of title something more comfortable to be without."

He may have seemed to have been effecting an air of Falleen nobility and superiority, but most of the intent was just for show. The honesty was in his desire to do without such formality. Though he knew that she would, all too soon, know the full extent of his potential influence, a part of him wanted to keep her in the dark for as long as possible. He had faith in her as a person...a truly wonderful person...but people seemed react differently when they dealt with him while titled. He preferred the honest, professional and personal understanding and acceptance that they'd managed to obtain on the trip back to Foerost.

Of course Nikkos would ask her. He'd truly have considered the man a fool not to. Though, given what Rizzen knew, not taking her was most likely the smartest choice the man could make. It wasn't to be, however, and so he simply smiled along while she so skillfully drew him into what the Falleen knew was a trap.

To what end...he did not know...but he would.

"Indeed, the Matron Xan rarely rouses herself before noon at any rate, so I think you can be most assured that there will be no festivities occuring in the morning." Grinning to Nikkos, he inclined his head. "Indeed...and well you should be overjoyed. If she had not accepted your invitation, I would have done all within the power of my means to convince her to come with me."

"You will be the talk of the gala, no doubt, Lady Nalani. There will be Falleen heiresses far and wide jealous of you." He chuckled and shook his head, looking once more to Nikkos. "If you have need, I do not doubt that the Matron would be more than willing to lend you the aid of her wardrobe staff to have something made to complement her beauty. The House of Xan would be remiss in not extending the whole of their hospitality to their honored partner and his guest."

He'd talk for a few minutes more with Nikkos about minor things...Falleen politics, news from the galaxy, obviously catering to the man's wishes and interests. Finally, he'd excuse himself. "I apologize, but I fear there is much to be done and less time to do it. If you would excuse my poor manners, I must depart, good Nikkos. I do trust, however, that I leave you in most excellent and engaging company. Lady Nalani, I look forward to seeing you again on the morrow, assuming Lord Alemmo is willing to let you leave his arm for a moment...perhaps even a dance."

With that, he'd make his departure, moving back out into the street. This time he'd give a glance around once he was certain he could not be seen from within. Violet eyes searched the rooftops. Though subtle, Rizzen knew there were no birds that looked quite like a black raven on his planet. It was enough to allow him to notice that form sitting there sentinel. A subtle salute was given before he walked off to disappear back into the streets.

[Talau the Ever-Lurking]

((Link to Rah's saree here!))

Politely she listened to his reply, the calm and natural elegance and chivalry that he’d shown in their previous dealings making much more sense to her now, with this new (if incomplete as of yet) understanding of Rizzen. Truthfully it had seemed…odd and out of place in someone dealing in the fringe life, but if this was his background, where he’d started and something that had shaped him in his early years…well, that just brought the picture into better focus.

Even as he told her that this was a life that he felt more comfortable being away from (not in so many words, but the idea was the same) she nodded and smiled brightly. ”I believe I can grasp your meaning, Rizzen, and can understand your sentiments. I can only imagine what it must be like to hold a title of any kind,” she had replied kindly, her thoughts returning to the dreams of a young girl desiring the title of ‘jedi knight’ and the discussion she’d had with one of the youngling masters. ‘With such titles, there comes power, and with that power comes responsibility…sometimes that responsibility comes with a price, and you will always end up needing to do something you wish you didn’t have to.’ At the time she hadn’t fully understood, she had been young…little more than six or seven…but as she’d gotten older she had understood all too well. Rizzen, also, obviously understood this all too well.

“Indeed…and well you should be overjoyed. If she had not accepted your invitation, I would have done all within the power of my means to convince her to come with me.” Ah…and there was the truth. Rahja didn’t even bother hiding the light shading of lavender that stained her cheeks at his comment. It was appropriate enough, and if it came naturally the cover would be that much more genuine. “You will be the talk of the gala, no doubt, Lady Nalani. There will be Falleen heiresses far and wide jealous of you.”

”Oh I doubt that very much, Rizzen...” she said quietly, but taking his flattery in stride as he turned to Nikkos and offered the use of the wardrobe staff of House Xan’s matron. That was…rather presumptuous of him, but she didn’t bother to bring this idea to light, instead shutting the idea down herself. ”I couldn’t impose myself like that, Rizzen. Besides, and this is a bit embarrassing to admit, I have some formal clothing from my home world here with me. You see, I intended to wear it to the dinner meeting I was to attend, but seeing as it’s been cancelled…well…I may as well put it to good use, correct?” She smiled a bit bashfully across the table at them, truthfully a bit embarrassed. No doubt it would be far less opulent than anything the Falleen nobles would be wearing, but it was what she had, and she’d intended on wearing it anyway. It would, no doubt, get her some attention…chiss clothing styles weren’t exactly common in the bulk of the galaxy, and their formal clothing even less so.

After that she’d fallen relatively silent, listening to the two men talk and taking in the detail of Nikkos’ person. For all intents and purposes he looked human, except for a rather bulbous and flaring nose, pale (almost grayish) skin tone, and identical twin indentions near his nose. For a moment she wondered what this might mean, the appearance triggering something in the recesses of her mind, from what was essentially a different life, but the knowledge simply refused to surface completely. She and Sender would have to search for the information later today or tomorrow morning. As Rizzen bid his goodbyes, she nodded and smiled to him. ”Until tomorrow then, Rizzen,” she replied, watching him leave for a moment before turning back to her intended target.

Sender’s attention had turned back in the direction of the café when he’d heard Rizzen say his farewells, watching for the man to exit. Tracking the man, he watched as the falleen halted outside of the view of the patrons inside the establishment and scan the skyline. His search halted in his direction and that unlit visor flickered a bright green, the color abnormal to his previous red visor coloring…but then again…there had been quite a few modifications done to him in the not-so-distant past. Those black solar colleting feathers glistened in the sun as he unfolded his wings and tipped them once with the flash of his visor before returning to his previous position and shut down the backlight of his HUD once more.

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By the time she released herself from the company of Nikkos that first day it was nearing sunset.

Things had been going surprisingly smoothly…it worried her, actually. Well, whatever the case, she’d not made too much headway in learning what she desired…however, patience was a virtue (most of the time) in his business, and she had a fair amount of it. She had absorbed the information that he had given her, such as how he rose to the status he currently enjoyed; some of his more mild views on galactic politics had also come up…and that was a definite step in the correct direction. So long as she was making some progress, she was pleased. That evening had consisted of research, attempting to find just what his race might be. It wasn’t a simple task, sorting through all the races of the galaxy. Even poor Sender was experiencing an information overload of sorts. Finally the two had needed to call it an evening and get some sleep…after recording the voice logs that Sender had been making of the conversation throughout the day and typing up a more formal (if incomplete) report.

The next day consisted of just about as much preparation as anything else.

Up early, she had carefully unpacked the attire she was going to wear, gently smoothing the crimson materials and allowing them to settle back into the form they were supposed to be as she showered and gathered the other items she would need. Polish of a very precisely matched color was added to her nails, the color contrasting sharply with her skin, makeup was applied precisely and cautiously in the ‘appropriate’ sequence, giving a light, yet layered and intricate, look. Ink was brought out and applied just as carefully, in the appropriate design for her station on Csilla…so far as she knew it…the pattern of dots and scrolling lines creating a gold and black design around her wrist along the top of her hand and around each center finger. After allowing that to dry she finished the design with a symbol in the center of her palms, which Sender was kind enough to complete for her so they would be the correct direction should she hold them out to another.

Once the inking was done, her hair was braided four times, twice on each side of her head using the front most portions of her hair, and pulled around to be tied in the back and braided together with the gold and red head piece that was secured along her part, and ended resting against her forehead. This allowed the rest of her raven hair to fall gently and freely along her back like layers of silk. Lunch had been eaten and Nikkos contacted to be sure of the time she would need to be ready, then it was back to work. Her typical jewelry was removed carefully and given to Sender…except the tracking necklace. It was fitted into the material of her clothes, her earpiece fitted in, and, after donning her clothes, a small comm mic threaded into her top, the miniature communicator wired to it nestled easily into her bra and out of sight.

The close fitting outfit didn’t allow for easy concealment of tools or weapons, but she managed to make due with several simple looking phrik bangles that could provide her with some defense if push came to shove. A thin vial of liquid was also sheltered in her bra, the serum meant to be her last option. With everything in place, she clipped in the crimson studded earrings, from which a small, delicately scrolled, golden teardrop shapes fell; each of the two hanging golden pieces accented by a tear drop shaped ruby stone hanging freely in the center. As the time arrived for her to be picked up, she clipped on the thick gold rope necklace studded here and there with crimson crystals, added a light perfume, and pulled on the thick, crimson velvet cloak that went over all, pulling the hood up to shadow her face.

After all…as she’d learned while on Csilla, Chiss tradition and customs were rich and complex…no one must see her or her attire until they reached their destination.

Nikkos accepted this easily enough, and they spoke lightly on their way to the gala from ‘her hotel’ (she’d only just checked in yesterday and hadn’t even stayed the night there), the lights surrounding the vast Xan estate coming into view before long. The classic speeder limo had halted outside the front entry to allow the pair to exit before it slowly pulled away so the driver could park it with the others.

As she walked with Nikkos into the estate, and they were ushered toward the main room where the party goers were congregated, Rahja couldn’t help but feel a bit out of her depth. She had been in some fairly well-to-do estates, attended some pretty swank parties, but this was beyond anything she had ever experienced. Constantly moving eyes attempted to take everything and everyone in that they passed, and she barely noticed when they reached the entry to the main party. As one man asked for their names, another asked for their coats and at long last, she lowered her hood and unclasped the golden buckle, allowing the cloak to be taken from her shoulders as the two were announced (with much pomp and circumstance) to the area at large. Taking Nikkos’ offered arm, her free hand made certain that her intricately decorated wrap was safe from being tread on as she followed him into the milling crowd.

[Vex]

(Link to how Rizzen's parents look. Link to how Rizzen's attire basically looks. He is the center one)

The main room where all of the guests were congregating was not even the room from which the night’s events would be taking place. This, simply, was the room where they could enjoy drinks, talk, and network, as all such influential people were wont to do. From here, they could gauge their own impact against those others within their class. The polite talk was so sickly sweet, soothing the verbal daggers being subtly sunk into the backs of rivals through gossip and talk. Here was the upper crust of Falleen society at its finest.

Chandeliers drifted along overhead, scintillating in colors from Corusca gems and other fine gems from around the galaxy. They were artfully fitted with small hover units that took them on pre-prescribed paths through the air, making the whole seem like some sort of aerial display. Servants moved through the forms like silent wraiths, passing out drinks and light treats to satiate the palate until it was time for the food to be served; their uniforms were perfectly pressed and pristinely white. Light classical music floated through the air, just above the din of conversation. The acoustics of the room made it sound perfectly clear and robust, wrapping around you with the sound without hindering the ability to converse.

As each couple was introduced by the announcer, eyes would turn to them to grade, assess, critique, and either accept or dismiss. It was much like being on the end of a shooting gallery. When she and her consort were introduced, it was only increased ten-fold. More than a few of those in this room were rivals of the Xan’s. It wasn’t secret that a fair portion of their recent wealth and power was due to their professional relationship and the lucrative deals brokered between them. More than a little animosity could be felt, though they would both be greeted with the most cordial of smiles. Serpentine grins, each and every one. If that wasn’t enough, her appearance all but stunned the crowd. Her kind were rare in the galaxy as is. Fewer still had ever seen one dressed in the native Chiss formal attire either. The men were drawn to her, though most would never admit it save for making every effort to get her alone and secure some future, more private, introduction. The women, of course, were full of spite at the foreign beauty, trying to find any and all imperfections in her appearance and that exotic attire. The many noble women had begun to group, speaking in low tones amongst each other. Rahja had certainly managed quite a powerful response.

Shortly after their arrival, the music rolled into a crescendo before silencing all together. The announcer then spoke, now standing upon a balcony that overlooked the entire room. Two long, curved sets of stairs extended down from it. “Ladies and gentlemen, fine nobles and exquisite madams, the House of Xan thanks you for your presence tonight. May I now introduce your fine hosts for this evening so that they may begin the evening’s events. I introduce Madame Xan and her consort, the Patriarch of the House of Xan!” The entirety of the room had fallen silent and looked up at the balcony as the couple came out. The couple came out, moving regally to the finely wrought railing, arm in arm. There was the thunder of polite clapping from around the room. Lady and Lord of the House of Xan were decked in rich, luxuriant red, offset by black and accented by rich gold. The dress was long and flowing, perfectly accenting a figure of grace and form. The Patriarch held himself up straight, holding a subtle, but powerful air of command and respect, mantling it about himself every bit as he did the rich, dyed fur of that overcoat he wore. He lifted a hand, thanking them all silently before gesturing for silence.

When he spoke, his words rolled out in a rich, smooth baritone, violet eyes sweeping over the room of riches and nobility. His features were severe, but regal in their own way. “It is our honor and privilege to have you all in our demesne on this most propitious evening. You’ve all come to celebrate the pending future of our House, but I am pleased to announce another reason for festivities. My son has returned!”

That news, which the Patriarch expertly waited in pause before continuing, had the entire room abuzz. Around her, especially, there were many of the younger Falleen noble woman…borne into station but as of yet unwed. The news of the heir apparent’s return had them positively in fits. Finding a way to twine oneself around the younger Xan and sky rocket their own station and worth.

“What I would give to get my pheromones wrapped around that one.”

“He’s been gone so long, he may be feral…but oh the prestige…I simply must find a way to make an audience…. A more private one, of course.”

“You are both wasting your time…one look at me and he’ll be helplessly under my spell. You know how easy men are…even our own.”

The tittering kept going on around her while the Patriarch gestured behind him. “Back from his adventures amongst the savages and the stars…our own prodigal son long last returned and heir to my House, Rizzen Xan.”

Out of sight, Rizzen sighed, finding this all highly unnecessary, no matter how much he understood his own culture and the intricacies of its methods amongst those of station. He listened, hearing the introduction and stepping out. As a counterpoint to his parent’s attire, whose was largely red with some black, his attire was a rich, silken onyx with a secondary color of a dark, succulent red. The boots were large and glistening black, riding up to the knee where they met with loose black breeches that clad his muscular thighs. He wore a pristine, snow-white tunic, but all that could be seen were hints of ruffle at throat and wrists. The jacket over it was fitted perfectly to his form, close about his waist and flairing down to his kness and richly embroidered with furls and design. The collar was high, framing his throat, and he wore a rich cross between an overcloak and a jacket. The fabric of that garment was the deepest of midnights, and lined with rich, silken fur.

Rizzen stepped forward, bowing his head to the people there looking up at him…but those violet eyes singled out only one sight…the stunningly exotic cerulean beauty there standing next to Nikkos. He could only imagine what the woman might be thinking now…he was almost apologetic.

[Talau the Ever-Lurking]

Oh but her job never did get boring.

Certainly those out in the field had to dodge blaster bolts and shrapnel and confront enemies and all manner of other unpleasantries, but did any of them have to face down their enemies in such close quarters? Or in such great numbers? Did they have to play escort to their targets? No, she doubted very many did. The veritable sea of multicolored, strutting, yammering peacocks ebbed and flowed amongst each other only to pause and shoot looks in their direction as they were introduced. If looks could kill, both would have been dead within half a second…there was no doubt. Nikkos had patted her arm lightly as he led her down the stairs and into the mass of verbal (and possibly physical) dagger wielding Falleen.

Despite the soothing and melodic music floating about the room, it was obvious that each and every falleen they passed, or spoke to, was sizing them up and being so “kind” and “subtle” about it, it honestly made her want to kill small animals…or perhaps large lizards would be more appropriate? Despite this, Rahja smiled and nodded and complimented and played the very well mannered woman she was supposed to be as the unctuous nobility attending came and offered the same. The worst part, perhaps, was not so much the venomous smiles and looks of the women as they passed, followed by jealous whispers after their backs were turned, but rather the men.

They were polite…and in all the worst ways. They didn’t just want to speak with them, they wanted to ‘speak’ with her. They didn’t just want to dance with her, they wanted to ‘dance’ with her. It made her skin crawl. Even the chiss were more subtle! Well, perhaps that was because to the chiss, she was just another woman…not something exotic to win as a prize. Either way, she politely declined offer after offer to ‘speak later’ with them should they manage to succeed in isolating her from her escort for more than a moment or two. A few had succeeded thus far, and it was more than annoying to say the least. Thankfully, however, it wasn’t long until the gaudy crowd stilled at the sound of the announcer’s voice once more. A slight sigh of relief escaped her as she spied Nikkos not far off and made her way to his side once more, taking the opportunity to retreat from the current attempts of a young falleen nobleman to solicit her attentions this evening.

Unfortunately, she found herself in worse company.

The twittering and gossiping young ladies she’d had to weave through gave her sharp looks which she studiously ignored with a polite smile, nod, and ‘excuse me, please’…this, of course, only had their emotions bristling further in the force. It made her smile more brightly as she came up beside Nikkos before turning her attention up to the sumptuously dressed Lord and Lady of House Xan. Adding her own polite applause to the din, she attempted to listen to just what Lord Xan was saying. This proved to be a problem, however, when Lord Xan announced that his son had returned and was attending, the young women she’d passed through all but swooning over the news. The twittering whispers behind her partially covered the rich baritone of the house patriarch, who she was so adamantly attempting to focus on. There was just…something…about him and Lady Xan that was….familiar?

“What I would give to get my pheromones wrapped around that one.”

”Oh really now?” On dark brow raised slightly at the words as she attempted not to roll her eyes.

“He’s been gone so long, he may be feral…oh but the prestige…”

”I may kill something after all, if they keep this up…little twits,” she mused taking a breath to try and focus on something other than the “ladies” behind her, who were (obviously) in heat.

“…Our own prodigal son long last returned and heir to my House, Rizzen Xan.”

”RIZZEN?!” came the surprised cry of Sender over her earpiece. ”Oh dear…”

Oh dear was right. Rahja had just found what (or who) she was going to kill after this little gathering. Or at least…that was the idea until she saw him. Crimson eyes blinked up at the figure he presented, only barely keeping her face from showing all of the surprise she felt. One eyebrow arched up as her eyes wandered along his form not sure if she wanted to kill him ‘politely’ or beat the hells out of him when she got her hands on him. He hadn’t even said a blasted word! She’d all but demanded to know if he was holding any other surprises from her when they first met here on Falleen! But no! Oh no…it couldn’t be that simple! He couldn’t do that one thing to make this all so much easier! Damn him to all the hells, that bloody…idiotic…infuriating…snake in the grass!

She could all but feel his gaze on her and she pointedly found something to look at off to the side, if only for a moment. Rahja was not the least bit happy with him, and was quite prepared to shun the man for not making her job easier by giving her this information if only subtly. He could have done so easily…they’d been ‘introduced’ after all, and she’d asked after any other titles he might have for a reason. Oh yes, Rizzen was in very big trouble with her.

Even as the Lord and Lady asked their guests to enjoy their evening as the meal was being set out in the next room, Nikkos had them moving to meet with their hosts. Smiling, she’d ‘happily’ obliged by taking his arm so he could lead her over to them.

[Vex]

Wash had been clambering along the roofs of the Xan estate. He'd calculated the likely position that Sender would have taken up in order to maximize communications reception within the estate. Unfortunately, he didn't have an easy button, aka repulsors, to get him there, so he had to do things the old-fashioned way and climb. It took a while, given the size of that building and its many intricacies in construction. At long last, however, he found himself scrabbling up the side of one rising wall and having to dangle back to reach for the overhang of its roof. Hanging there for a moment then like a great rubber wind sock, he pulled himself up, popping up in front of Sender. "Hi Sender! I found you!"

Nikkos led her over to where the Xan trio had just descended one of the sets of stairs from that balcony. Separating from his wife, the Patriarch reached out, taking Nikkos' hand with both of his, shaking it firmly in a sign of solidarity and good will. The man, up close, was shorter than Rizzen, but only slightly, and built of a leaner frame. Despite that, he managed to exude a calm aura that quietly demanded respect. "It is a pleasure, Nikkos. Our alliance, our friendship, has brought us good fortunes....and it seems your fortune extends far beyond credits. Who is this simply stunning beauty you've brought with you?"

While Nikkos introduced his parents to Rahja, he stood slightly back and to the side. Those violet eyes took her in slowly, the gaze gentle and admiring as it passed over her, though its heat was unmistakeable. He'd always considered her inspiring in her beauty, but she'd managed to shatter all his preconceptions of just how breathtaking she could be. When appropriate, he stepped forward, taking her hand and bowing, brushing a pass of his mouth over the back of that delicately painted hand, careful not to damage the work. Clawed fingertips could not help but brush against her inner wrist once more, knowing it had had an effect previously. He admired the artwork for a moment before he flashed a full, open smile. The appreciation he felt in seeing her and being in her presence was nto shielded. It was readily available to be felt by any with the talent. "It is a pleasure to meet you again, Lady Nalani. Your beauty clearly knows no bounds. I apologize that we did not have the chance to speak more indepth yesterday...I hope the evening's events have not been too much for you...I should have, perhaps, stayed longer and spoken more about what to expect. Our ways can be...overwhelming... for those from the outside of Falleen." It was his subtle way of extending an olive branch and apology for not telling her more about who he was...the message underlaid his more formal concern.

They'd only get a chance to speak a bit more before several matrons of other houses came up, speaking with Rizzen's mother. In tow were women, Falleen women who were single and which the matron's hoped to catch Rizzen's eye with. His station was their target...he was just a pawn in a larger game of moving pieces. The group included the one's she'd overheard before...and he was reluctantly drawn away to speak with all them, at length. In parting, she would feel something akin to a martyr's acceptance as he was drug away.

[Talau the Ever-Lurking]

There were advantages to being a bird, like…you could fly. Flying was amazing. It got him to the Estate just as Rahja and Nikkos were heading inside. It got him around the Estate to find the various breaker boxes, outdoor security systems, surveillance cameras, and utility shut offs, as well as marking viable points of entry or exit on the layout of the Estate they’d dredged up while keeping him safely out of sight and out of danger (after all, it was an older map of the estate and he wasn’t going to take chances on there being new security measures that weren’t on what he had). It got him close enough to scan some of the upper interior floors with his thermal and short range x-ray systems. Then flight got him up to his perch overlooking the gardens outside the ballroom and formal dining room. He could hear the music coming through her mic faintly, as well as some of the commotion surrounding her.

He’d only barely heard the introduction for the Lord and Lady (thankfully everyone had gone quiet), before hearing the announcement about Rizzen. It had him gripping his perch fiercely in order to not fall over and tumble off. He nearly did anyway once Wash popped his head, and then his body, up in front of him with a “Hi Sender! I found you!” The reply to which was a loud “ack! Wash!” accompanied by his visor going a surprised yellow and a scrambling of talons on tile shingles before his repulsors flared to life and helped him balance out before settling down again.

”Hello Wash…I wasn’t expecting to see you quite so soon…or…so abruptly.”

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Rahja had managed not to wince as her familiar all but shouted into her ear, instead giving a gracious smile and polite curtsy to the trio as both parties stopped to speak to each other. Crimson eyes quietly took in Lord and Lady Xan, curious as to just who they were…and by saying ‘who they were’ it was meant what kind of people they were, what she could glean from just their presence and appearance. While not quite as tall as Rizzen, and certainly more lean, Lord Xan posed a rather impressive figure. Self assured, but not overbearing, the patriarch seemed to hold the same draw, the same air of power and wisdom that many of the masters at the temple held. It was quiet, but palpable to even those without the force…however, she wasn’t entirely certain if this feeling of power that radiated from him was one stemming from material wealth and station, or one stemming from age and knowledge. The Lady Xan was a fitting partner it seemed. Just as distinguished as her husband, she held a quiet elegance about her…however, it was closed, guarded, and almost cool to her senses, giving no sign of what might lay behind that proper exterior.

When the conversation turned to her, Rahja bowed her head slightly to the wizened Falleen and gave him a genuine smile, those angled features softening with the action as Nikkos introduced them. ”My full name would be quite a task to say, Lord Xan, but as Nikkos has said, my use name is Nalani.” Carefully she kept her attention on the Lord and Lady, those crimson eyes never straying to their son, who waited quietly behind them. Oh yes, she knew he was looking at her, but she was still far from pleased with him and wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of looking at him when she had more important matters to attend to…like playing her roll so hopefully, just once in what felt like forever, something would go right. After the initial introductions were over, she was reminded of just who Rizzen was (as if she needed it), as he stepped forward to take her hand, bowing and brushing a kiss along the back of her hand as once again the keen tips of those claws brushed teasingly along the underside of her wrist.

Oh how bold he was being right now, and it was all she could do not to bristle visibly or otherwise at him. Of course, it helped that the light touch had her heart beating just a bit faster than it should have been. Gorram man knew too much for his own good…despite that she managed to contain the emotions and memories his actions conjured, barricading them with thoughts of Nikkos should he be trying to pry. She would have to speak to Rizzen later about the situation…

He seemed to admire the work she’d done on the painting of her skin and she brought her other hand up before her chest to greet him, just as formally, in the ways of her people as he stood and smiled at her. With the first two fingers up, the last two bent at the second knuckle and thumb slightly out, he would be able to clearly see the symbol painted on the palm of her hand, her voice a purr of cheunh as she told him the pleasure of meeting him again. Angry at him or not, it was true enough, and in this way she could tell him so. Finally a light, but genuine, smile was given in return to him as he smiled at her and spoke.

It wasn’t horribly difficult for her to hear past his words to the apology and his attempt to soothe her ruffled feathers. It worked…moderately anyway. At least now she didn’t have the desire to glare at him every time she looked in his direction and it helped ease the sharp tension she’d felt creep into her muscles at his introduction. ”As it is a pleasure for me to meet you once again, but now I shall have to ask once more what I should call you, as it seems calling you by your name alone will be unfitting in this formal atmosphere.” She quirked an eyebrow at him and smiled politely. ”Though, you do have an excellent grasp on my thoughts, it seems. I was just musing over the fact that I feel rather out of my depth amongst the gallantry, sophistication and elegance of those attending and of Lord and Lady Xan’s estate…though I must say I was most surprised at your introduction. However, you needn’t concern yourself, I do believe the ability to adapt to new situations is a trait of mine.” She smiled at him once more, this time genuinely, adding yet another subtle barb to her gentle chiding of him. If he’d had any fear that his title or station would have Rahja treating him differently, he certainly shouldn’t have worried. No quarter was going to be given to him, even in this arena, and from her short time on Csilla she’d learned to play nice while still being able to speak her mind.

Well, it seemed that Rahja could get along in Falleen society in at least this respect.

As the flock of matrons, followed by their twittering daughters, strutted up to speak with Lady Xan, Rah’s posture shifted ever so slightly for only a fraction of a moment as her back tensed then relaxed once more. Glancing to Rizzen, she gave him as much of an apologetic look as she could afford in this situation…which really wasn’t much more than a slight softening of her eyes and press of her lips together for a moment. Unfortunately, that was when she heard one of the unmistakable (and grating) voices of the women she’d been standing in front of previously. Finally she deigned to tilt her head in such a way that those bloody red eyes could be seen glinting eerily at the woman, one black brow arching just a bit at her as the falleen had giggled coquettishly. At the look, however, the abrasive sound slowly died away, turning to silence even as Rahja turned more fully and smiled at the young woman, dipping her head lightly in her direction, completely baffling the young lady and her mother with the mixed signals. Of course, the mother wasn’t quite so foolish and caught on swiftly, a brief flair of anger shooting through her at the perceived insult to her daughter.

Of course, it was meant as an insult of sorts, but more than that, it had been a preservation of sanity and subtle rise of…well, yes, even Rahja had to admit to herself that is was a subtle twinge of jealousy that had caused her to react to that irritating laugh. ”No doubt the buffoon thought it was charming,” she mused silently as the women veritably swarmed the poor man and drug him off. Frell…he could break her out of an Imperial base on their capitol planet, but he couldn’t escape a hoard of Falleen women? There was just something very wrong about that statement. Alright so…maybe she felt a bit bad for him…now anyway. Nikkos, however, chuckled bemusedly.

“Poor man…with so many women pining after him, it’s no wonder he hides away. I would too, if I had such a gaggle dogging my every step. However, I must admit, at least he’s got a rather beautiful gaggle after him. No offence, my beautiful Nalani…you, of course, put them all to shame.”

Luckily poor Rizzen wouldn’t have to suffer too horribly long, seeing as the meal had been nearly prepared by the time Lord and Lady Xan had arrived. Not but twenty minutes later a bell and announcement for dinner would be sounded, and the doors to the great hall opened, the grand dining tables within lined with finery, and each place named. Of course, as the guest of honor Nikkos was placed closest to the Xan family, and with him Rahja.

Now, during the span of this time, she had been subtly working on building up trust and…other sentiments…in Nikkos, talking about her time as a nurse and her current work in the emerging Bacta industry. It had been a lot of research to do, but it was paying off as the man seemed pleased to hear she could appreciate the work he did and how difficult it was building up a reputation in the sales industry. Of course, to cover her self securely, Rahja…or rather Nalani…admitted to being quite new to a sales position, and that she had been sent here for more of a medium between the client and her company. Something she blamed on her ‘apparent charm and good looks’…though it had been obvious she didn’t believe such things were true. Nikkos had, in turn, been sharing about his dealings with the Xan’s banking business, as well as his travels across the galaxy, which Rahja had just managed to guide in the direction of land holdings when that bell had sounded. Frustrated by the timing, Rah had allowed herself to be escorted by Nikkos into the feast hall and seated once the Lord and Lady entered and sat.

As Rizzen came to sit beside Rahja, Nikkos watched him from his place across from the crimson clad chiss, smiling over at him, obviously amused. “So, Rizzen…have you picked one, or a few, to spend your evening with, or have the pretty maidens all gotten you running for fear of your life and sanity?” he asked quietly as the others filtered in and were seated. If there was one thing that Rahja didn’t want to know, it was about the potential sleeping habits of Rizzen tonight, and while she doubted highly that Nikkos was about to get a straight answer, she simply wished the question hadn’t been asked. Giving her escort a quietly displeased look, Rahja thanked the server who lowered the bowl of soup before her before speaking. ”Nikkos, really…is that sort of question necessary? I'm sure he would prefer his private affairs to remain just that.”

[Vex]

"Well...I meant to get up here sooner, but this place is soooo big! So many people too. The Boss doesn't want the family knowing about me...he figures they'll ask too many questions, so I've had to keep a very low profile. He had me put up some plants around the main areas though...just to make sure we can keep eyes and ears on what's going on. He says he doesn't trust the guests to 'play nice', as he calls it. So....that took longer than initial calculations because of all the preparations. But I'm here now!" He clapped his little paws together and scampered around Sender a couple times before he curled around and laid down next to Sender. He began pulling up his systems, linking up to those surveillance bugs, threading the processes as he began filtering through audio. In his holographic view, he pulled up high definition screens of the video plants, spreading them out for easier viewing. "Oooo! Wow! Rahja looks really pretty! So regal. So bre-...chandelier!" One of the hovering chandeliers had come into view as they floated around, sparkling and ever so shiny.

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Rizzen laughed a bit at the subtle word play between them. He bowed his head, taking the digs from her, however subtle they may be. He couldn't blame her, really. Indeed, he found himself all the more impressed with her and her poise in this circumstance. It increased his respect for her all the more. "You've already heard my full and proper name...and I would still prefer simply Rizzen in our company. You are our guests, after all."

It was shortly after that point that he found himself all but drug away. Violet eyes flashed wide in something almost akin to horror as he looked to Rah, even though he knew she could hardly do anything to assist him with this. And if she knew anything of how a flock of Falleen noblewomen were like when they were seeking out a conquest, she'd know that the Sith couldn't even begin to compare. They'd have been hopelessly outmatched.

Thankfully, dinner was soon called and he managed to use his duty as host to pull away from that particular school of sharks. As he settled down, he heard Nikkos' amused question. He shook his head, bristling very subtly, but letting it smooth out as he settled himself in. "Indeed, good Lord Alemmo. Such conversation is not proper at the table...and for more than just the simple fact that you know not whose ears may be listening. But...in the interest of stilling some of your curiosity...I know better than to grow too intimate with such vampires, lest they suck away my soul." The barb was subtle, but no doubt Nikkos would catch it. It might even help Rahja put some of the pieces together. Rizzen knew what Nikkos was...and while the man and his father may have a more amiable partnership, Rizzen had only just met him recently. He did not simply enter into such familiar acquaintanceships lightly. It was a warning that while he honoroed the bonds and agreements between his House and the man, his trust and friendship was earned, not bought.

The dinner would go well...the Xan's keeping conversation with Nikkos light and about general business and other things going on in the greater galaxy. They would involve her as well. The Lady Xan, inbetween courses, leaned forward a bit. "Nalani...that dress is simply...exquisite. I've not seen such a style before and I do so ever try to keep up with such things." This would lead to a layer of that aloof persona to be pulled back, revealing a warmer self beneath.

Rizzen, of course, would be subtly surprised by this...but said nothing...inwardly please. Eventually, the meal would come to an end...all cajoled to enter the main ball room to continue the rest of the night's festivities and enjoy the dancing and other entertainment. Lord and Lady Xan would lead it off with a dance together, halfway through, Rizzen moved over to Nikkos and Rahja. "It is customary for the honored guests to join the hosts in the next song."

[Talau the Ever-Lurking]

All he Sender could do was chuckle and shake his head slightly. What was it about the ‘younger’ familiars and being so hyper and excitable around him? First Wash, then 10, now Wash again…ah well, it was good to be liked, he supposed…but how he got to be so well known by them was…something of a mystery to him. Nodding a bit to the reply, he dimmed his HUDs backlight and settled in, half his mind on what the FIDES was saying, and half on the conversation with, and around, Rahja as he recorded it. He did perk up at one thing, however. ”You were bugging the party? Ah…so Rah and I aren’t the only ones who think this could turn out badly. In that case, I could use some help keeping an eye out. This Nikkos is a bad character…and there’s something I'm missing about him, I just haven’t been able to connect what. I’ve been wracking my circuits and tearing through all possible files and information to find out what it might be, but…”

At Wash’s comments about Rah, Sender merely chuckled softly and nodded. Yes, he knew…it had taken a lot of work too. ”The chiss people certainly do spend enough time and energy on these things that I should hope she does…” he replied, laughing a bit as his companion excitedly commented on something…a chandelier, obviously…that had caught his attention. Ah well…everyone had their quirks, right?

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At the (not so) subtle chiding of Rizzen, the older (not that he looked it) man held up his hands placatingly and chuckled. “I concede to those more knowledgeable than myself. Sometimes I neglect propriety for a more amiable nature and get carried away.” Deep green eyes glinted with a mixture of amusement and keen understanding. While he wasn’t young, and he wasn’t the oldest (far, far from it), Nikkos was by no means unskilled in the ways of reading people, their actions, and their words. He could tell that these two, Nalani and Rizzen, had some sort of hidden past between them, and that they communicated about it even here, though subtly. The ‘vampires’ comment hadn’t been missed by him, and while he easily brushed it aside, he would have to play more carefully with his little gem, should she catch the hint also. Being as old as he was, his abilities in reading emotions through the force was also quite finely tuned…and he caught the subtle tensing and releasing in her emotions that showed she had started to catch on as well. Oh well…not everything worked out easily…

Rahja had, indeed, caught Rizzen’s subtle hint…though she wasn’t quite sure yet what to do with it. Out of context it made little sense…”vampires,” “sucking away souls,” what was he on about? Momentarily perplexed, she listened quietly to the conversation around her…until it hit her about the same time it hit Sender. ”Anzat…” Yes, he had to be, the description fit, but…oh her luck was wonderful. Well, there was little to nothing she could do about the situation now aside from hope he wasn’t hungry…but she sort of doubted that. With a quiet “why do these things always happen to us” from Sender, Rahja let the situation go and eased back down, allowing the comment to go fairly unnoticed outwardly.

As the conversation rose and fell around her, Rahja found herself listening quietly, crimson eyes following the speakers. She did, however, keep mainly to herself…much unlike the many other guests who openly attempted conversations with each other or subtly clamored for attention from Nikkos or the Xans. Really, the only times the passive chiss spoke much was when she was either singled out by name (or otherwise found an indication that she was the one being spoken to), if something of particular interest came up (which, perhaps surprisingly, wasn’t often), or if she felt the fact that her continued silence was going to begin raising questions. In the midst of this, however, she found her attention drawn by Lady Xan questioning her about her dress and the wrap that went with it. Surprised, she blinked once before smiling and chuckling. ”Thank you…it’s to be expected though, that you haven’t seen this style before. My dress comes from Csilla, my home world. It is typical, there, for parties such as these…as is everything that I wear, or have painted on myself. We are a very…specific…people in our customs when it comes to formalities.”

It may not have seemed like it, but that was a subtle opening in return…a measure of understanding in return for the unexpected, and fairly welcome, hint of acceptance from the older woman. As the dinner ended, and all the guests herded back into the ball room, she smiled a bit as she watched the couple float gracefully along the dance floor. At Rizzen’s appearance close by, she nodded slightly and sighed inwardly. It had been too long since she’d had to ply these particular skills, and to be honest, she was a bit nervous beneath that calm and cool façade. The shimmer of polite applause around the room as the first song ended had her more tense than she should have been, but with another easy breath she let go of her anxiety and gave Nikkos a smile as he took her hand and led her out onto the dance floor as the light pluck and strum of strings started the new waltz. With a light lift of her chin, that affected confidence worked its way through her and was swiftly replaced by the true emotion as Nikkos led her into the first light and flowing steps.

It was a bit of her past come back to ease her through the present and she couldn’t help but smile slightly. She recognized this song…it was one of the first ones she’d ever learned to dance to, an awkward woman, almost fresh from the jedi MediCorps and with no experience in it. Oh what a bumbling mess it had been, but Shelk had made it fun and eased her fears and concerns at being thought foolish for making what surely must have been the most glaring of mistakes. What a long way she’d come, she mused, as the flow of turns and backward motion came easily and naturally to her once more in long and graceful steps. Matching fairly easily with the slightly taller Nikkos, for once in this long party, a bit of Rahja shown through. This wasn’t the façade she was holding in place for her current mission, this wasn’t the sniper, or the assassin, or the cool and calm chiss demeanor…this was something much closer to the pleasant and slightly gregarious former healer, the mildly easy going and happy mercenary, this was Rahja at ease and simply enjoying herself and something simple. It would show clearly to those who had eyes enough to see it…and while she wasn’t completely at ease, or completely lost in the dance (she was, after all, still aware of just who, and what, she was dancing with), the subtle nuances were there.

[Vex]

"Well...Cap'n says that when you're dealing with Falleen, you can never watch your back too much." Settling back on his haunches, Wash reached in and opened up the panel on his belly that rested beneath those solar panels. Pulling out a link cord, he held it up in front of Sender. "Want me to patch in...that way you can watch and listen too. Two Familiar processing units are better than one, no?"

If given leave, he'd go and patch the cord in, connecting them up and initiating the interface protocols. Once that was complete, he'd begin shunting the video over to Sender as well so that he could analyze all of the data that was coming in through those video and audio plants around the major areas of the party estate.

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Rizzen had been quite, secretly pleased that his mother had apparently taken a liking to Rahja. Though it may never be shown...the two had more similarities than one might think. He would believe that, at some level, his mother recognized this and was responding to it.

Standing back after he'd coerced them into dancing, he watched quietly. Those eyes took in the scene, watching her every movement with avid attention. It was a moment that would prove every bit as revealing to him as this night had been for her. After all, he watched as that sapphire gem of a woman shifted and he saw an entirely difference facet to her. This wasn't the soldier. This wasn't the mercenary that he'd researched. This was someone else...perhaps the woman that she'd once been. Perhaps the one that deep down, beneath all the armor and grit, still was there.

While they danced, he did a bit of quick-footing himself as he tried to get away from the women that attempted to ensnare him in to dance. He knew he would eventually...it was inevitable and he had to be a good host. Fortunately, he had enough other things to deal with as host that he could defer for now. His attention, however, never waivered too far from the show that was being put on by the Chiss woman and her consort. He could tell that there were more than a few women there in the crowd of onlookers that were jealous of the way she made it seem so effortless.

At last, the song ended and the crowd broke up, beginning to pair off as couples went to start dancing themselves. Rizzen moved his way through the people and found Nikkos and Rahja again. Bowing his head as he walked up to them. "You both looked absolutely exquisite out on the dance floor. Nikkos, if you would grant me a boon...I would request the chance to enjoy one dance with your most pleasant companion."

Barring Nikkos' refusal...Rizzen would offer to take her hand and lead her out once more as the first strains of the next songbegan to float through the air.

[Talau the Ever-Lurking]

”Well, he would know best I would think…” the little AER replied a bit distractedly as he listened attentively to the comment on Rah and Nikkos dancing. Now there was a sight he never got tired of…watching Rah dance never failed to amuse him. While she was quite good at it, it just always seemed so out of character for her that he could just never seem to get over it. Wash, however, had called his attention back more securely with just that opportunity…more or less. ”Yes, that would beyond helpful…plus I always find it amusing to spy on my partner, especially when she dances. I find it entertaining beyond words.” Besides, Sender knew it was always better to have another pair of ‘eyes and ears’ helping out.

Opening his chassis, he shuffled a bit closer to Wash while bringing up and formatting the interface programs to link with the FIDES system. It was a good thing he’d gotten that upgrade or it would have taken a considerable amount of extra work. While he could have done it relatively swiftly, time wasted doing that was still time wasted. As the feed from Wash’s systems filtered into his, Sender sifted through the camera feeds swiftly to find the most appropriate ones at the moment and lined them along the top of his HUD before placing those of less importance up, dimming the audio of all of them but Rah’s. ”I'm leaving Rah’s audio feed on top, Wash, so if you hear anything…let me know, please.”

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As the music faded out into nothingness once more, the polite applause and pairing off of the crowd light on the edges of her senses, Rah couldn’t help but smile and chuckle a bit. As she and Nikkos stepped off of the dance floor, she caught hints and vibrations of those jealous women casting glances and glares in her direction. They were practically rebounded off the mental armor and emotions she held about her. The dancing certainly didn’t help, bolstering her confidence and giving her a stronger aura of belonging. Any time she passed one of those jealous ladies all she would do was return their looks with a calm smile and raise of her eyebrow to show she had noticed them. Of course, no sooner had Nikkos decided on a destination and group to speak to than Rizzen appeared from the crowd.

Nikkos nodded in return to the younger man and smiled at the complement, thanking him for the kind words. “Of course, Rizzen…what is it that I could do for such a kindly spoken host?” he replied, beaming a grin at the request. “There is no reason that I can think of to deny you that, just don’t go running off too far with her or I may have to get jealous,” he joked, honestly meaning no insinuation behind the words. The woman would come back to him, he knew it. She wanted information from him and so she would be back…no point in disallowing them the pleasure of a dance or two. “Besides, I wouldn’t want to bore her with more business talk when she seems to enjoy dancing far more. I'm sure you will be able to find me after you two are done.” With that, he gave a slight wave and vanished off into the crowds, leaving Rah not only wary, but mildly flustered…not that it would show as she smiled tolerantly at Rizzen and took his hand.

”Well, Rizzen, you certainly are full of surprises,” she stated simply, red eyes locked with his as she came around to face him and rested her hand on his shoulder lightly. The turning and flowing music that drifted into the air was swiftly recognized, as there was no way she could possibly forget one of her favorites. It had a lot of meaning, this one, but that wasn’t something she could allow herself to focus on right now. ”I knew you were handsome and had the air of nobility, but this adds a new meaning to everything…” Now she had him relatively alone, she had to ask, she needed a reason. ”Why didn’t you say something before, like yesterday? I can’t afford to slip around him…” Of course, there was more reason than that…it was obvious in her voice and the soft tone it held that she was honestly upset that he hadn’t said something, and most likely for personal (rather than professional) reasons.

[Vex]

"I try to keep life interesting. Surprises are one such way to do that." He had decided to go with light, gentle humor to diffuse the slight accusation that he was getting from her due to this. He knew it was going to happen. It was too much of a shock for her not to need some sort of better explanation. He owed it to her...knew he did, so though he had simply wanted to take this chance and dance with her, he had planned to use so she could interrogate him to her heart's content.

Once he'd drawn her out into the center of the dance floor, his hand came to rest upon her hip, the other taking her free hand as they set up to begin moving in time with the strains of music floating through the air. This was an excellent song...one he knew all too well. Even the nobles of Falleen found it to be an exquisite piece...something quite extraordinary when you consider how they believed themselves to be the cultural center of the galaxy.

He moved smoothly, leading her along through the movements effortlessly as though they were simply currents in the sea of that dance floor. At her initial comment about his looks and bearing, he smiled slightly, demurring a bit. "And here I find your beauty spans all levels and facets of your being, dear Nalani. No matter the situation...you seem to manage flawlessly."

He knew the sugar-coating wasn't going to take care of everything, and that hunch was confirmed when she asked him that question and stated about how he could have put her at risk. He bowed his head, humbled by the earnestness of her tone...the hurt of it. He could feel that it wasn't out of simple, professional concern that she was speaking. He sighed slightly...for the first time deferring from looking into her eyes while they continued to dance. Finally, he'd look back in her eyes as his head leaned in closer to insure that the only ears on this conversation were their own.

"I like you, little one. You are...breathtaking on levels that I can hardly begin to explain. Despite how we met, I cherish the fact that we did. I cherish the level of professional and personal respect we have for each other and that we see each other as equals. I am afraid that I was willing to do most anything to keep it that way. Nobility...titles....money... these things have a tendency to make people look at you differently...to treat you differently. Even though I knew it was inevitable that you'd find out...I wanted to avoid it as long as possible. I did not want to take the chance that you would look at me differently...treat me differently. It was...selfish...I pray you'll find me worthy of forgiveness."

[Talau the Ever-Lurking]

“I try to keep life interesting.” Oh, he did want to be in trouble, didn’t he? Lifting one eyebrow, she huffed a sigh at him and bit back the mild regret for starting out what was likely going to be one of the only times they would have relatively alone and undisturbed together like she had. It was best that she get these emotions out of the way, clear the air of them, so that she could focus on what she needed to do. Unfortunately, her emotions were wrapped up in this far too much to completely be able to untangle them and seal them off. It came with the realization that she actually liked him. He was trouble…too much trouble…but she was beginning to believe that she honestly liked his kind of trouble.

As his hand settled lightly on her hip and he led her into the beginnings of the dance, she had to focus herself to keep her thoughts from wandering away with her. Blasted man was more trouble than he was worth…at least, that’s what she kept telling herself. Despite this, the ease and grace with which he moved had her mildly in awe, resulting in her comment. It had been meant to be a barb to him, but it hadn’t come out that way, her true thoughts and feelings on the matter coming though more than the subtle verbal twist of the knife. His reply had her blushing slightly, but she managed to keep most of her stoic demeanor about her, and pressed on with her questioning of him. From the slightly turned away angle she held her face at, those red eyes watched his slide away. For those few heartbeats that he looked away, she searched for something to say to bridge the gap and help ease things along, but…she just couldn’t find anything. Perhaps it was better that way, not forcing the conversation, though it gnawed at her to see him act that way.

When he finally looked back at her and leaned his head in to make sure they wouldn’t be heard, she lightly squeezed his shoulder, turning her own to better hear him. What he said had her muscles tensing slightly. ”Too much trouble…he’s just too much trouble, Eefr’ahj’akelith…don’t let yourself even think on this! What about Sean, hmm?” her mind warned her, but it just wasn’t something that was going to be put to sleep easily, and she knew it. Oh what a mess this all was…”I could not see you as anything other than the Mandalorian who captured me for the Empire only to free me again. Despite whatever else you might be, that’s the man I will always see, everything else is simply a part of you…be you beggar or prince or something in between. You would do well to remember that. I had hoped, however, that we had a level of understanding between us…I don’t ask for information unless I need it, Rizzen.”

She sighed slightly, her gentle chiding ending with the sound and allowing the melody to waver between them for a moment, light on the air. ”Yes, Rizzen, I forgive you, but…if you knew he was Anzati, why risk surprising me like that? Every surprise is a moment of weakness I can’t afford…especially not if he’s decided I'm really tonight’s dinner. After all, what could be tastier than a force user who’s after information he has, right?” Nikkos was like a spider, waiting for his little fly to be wound up so tightly in his web that it couldn’t get away before striking, and it disturbed her to think that she was that fly. Falling silent, she tried to lose herself to the dance and the music, if only to get her mind off of all the trouble this mission was. Her last comment had been spoken lightly enough, an attempt at making light of a very serious situation, but it still weighed on her mind as she focused her eyes on his shoulder for a long moment.

”You know…this song has always been a favorite of mine. Odd how I find myself in such a similar position as the first time I heard it.” The thought had just struck her, really, and her musings had been spoken before she really thought too much about it. It had been a partially conscious attempt at a change in conversation, but once the rest of her mind caught on she was more than a bit embarrassed and uncertain as to just why any part of her mind might let that slip.

[Talau the Ever-Lurking]

Due to Vexmun's work/training schedule, we've decided to continue the thread (temporarily) in paragraph format via IM and post the updates here. This is installment one of....hopefully not that many, but who knows...
Rizzen's reply starts us off.


"We do have an understanding...I just let personal concerns get in the way of it. It won't happen again. I am surprised though...I thought for certain that you knew...or at least suspected. I know you are very thorough when it comes to background checks for business. I would have found a way to inform you if I had honestly thought you might not know." He kept moving with her as they flowed around the dance floor in time with the beat. His touch drew her slightly closer...bending the rules for social propriety in these settings. Violet eyes had turned back to look into her elusive crimson while they made their way through the steps. With him leading the way, she'd find herself drawn along effortlessly while his actions and movements kept helping her set up and transition flawlessly from one step to the next.

At her words, he perked up further, rather surprised at the more personal, vulnerable admittance coming from her. Curiosity flickered subtly over his features as he pondered whether or not to ask. After a moment, he would give into the desire. "Really? It is an excellent piece. If you don't mind..." He'd see the way she mentally paused, unsure of what to say before finally saying it. "...how is it similar?"

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Shaking her head slightly, barely enough to even perceive, Rah listened silently as he spoke. The odd part was, she had checked. Even with the visual and audio records to match to him, even with his first name and race, estimated height and weight....she'd narrowed it down as much as possible and still, for some reason, the match had eluded her. Then again, she was the one checking since Sender had been running other information through his systems. It had been one mission after another, including the one on Gargun, and each mission had come up with its own problems that kept her looking in every direction -but- his, apparently. Smiling slightly, she allowed the rest of her irritation to ebb away with the tides of the music and the flow of the dance.

As he drew her slightly closer, weaving their way through the other dancers, she managed to ignore the subtle glares they were getting from the ring of bystanders, and by 'bystanders' it was meant the jealous falleen women interested in the man she was now dancing with. Nodding to his voiced curiosity, she smiled a bit. "That it is. I'm not always fond of classical pieces but this one has a special place in my heart. As for how it's similar...." She paused a moment, remembering the first time she'd heard it...the first time she'd really danced with Shelk. Sure it had been on a bounty mission, but that hadn't stopped either of them from enjoying that one dance before things got hectic. Sighing, a ghost of a smile formed on her lips and she managed to shrug slightly. "I was on a mission then, too...back when I was still part of Shelk's crew..." For a moment she wasn't sure if she paused because she couldn't physically say more, or if it was because she didn't want to say more. Perhaps it was a combination of both, but whatever the case she was silent for a moment, uncertain why she'd actually told him that much.

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He felt the glares upon them both, but like her, he ignored them. It was a pity, however, that the song was going to be over sooner than he'd hoped. If he'd known it had meaning to her, he would have found a way to save this conversation until after, so they both could have simply enjoyed the moment and the song. As her expression and emotions rippled subtly through her features, it wasn't hard to realize that the song was of bitter sweet memories. What she spoke about only confirmed it. He knew about her past...at least as much as he'd been able to pull up for her mission both from Sith sources and his own. He was very aware of the name Shelk...as aware as he was of those personal items that she held such value in. It was...surprising...to hear her bring him up at all...or that time.

It had seemed to be something very painful for her. When she paused...either out of lack of further comment or ability for it, he did not want to press. It was reaching the crescendo of the piece when he finally found himself speaking...testing a piece of the puzzle. "Was it when you first began to realize that he meant something to you? Something more?"

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Silently she listened to the music, part of her mind lost to it while the rest remained trained on Nikkos. When he finally spoke again, she literally paused in her movement, barely moving enough to avoid becoming an obstacle for the couple not far away. Very calmly she spoke, careful to keep her features neutral, her tone polite, and her voice quiet enough that she wouldn't make any more of a scene than she already was. "I apologize, Rizzen, but I don't believe that's any of your business. Please excuse me." With a slight curtsy, she turned and made her way off the dance floor, careful to avoid the others still dancing, and moved back in the direction of Nikkos.

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Silently, he cursed himself. He'd seen the door to the inner workings of that woman hanging ajar just slightly. It had been too much of a temptation to resist. He should not have pressed and knew it...but he'd desired to learn more...to understand more than what was on paper and in reports. His tact was not what it should have been and now he was reaping what he'd sown. She'd shut down, as impenetrable as beskar. He'd move to follow after her...but at this moment found himself less adept at maneuvering around the others than she. By the time he'd managed to close the distance once more, Nikkos had moved up to intercept her, inquiring like a concerned consort as to whether or not she was all right.

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Oh yes, Nikkos seemed quite concerned as she returned. With a smile she waved it off and assured him that it was nothing too important and that she was sure it had been a misunderstanding...she just needed a moment to collect herself. It wasn't entirely false so he accepted it, for now, but not before narrowing his eyes and furrowing his brow slightly as he glanced in the direction of the approaching Rizzen. Wrapping his arm around her, Rah found herself struggling not to tense in what was meant to be a comforting gesture. Luckily she avoided doing so and was led off back toward the group he'd been talking with before.

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"I wouldn't suggest that you stop walking. We would do far better if outsiders such as yourself quit soiling the serenity of our planet and our culture." A Falleen male had insinuated himself in-between Nikkos and Rahja as the Anzati male attempted to guide her back to the group he'd been previously speaking with. This one was masculinely beautiful...as all the males were...but something seemed slightly off. The beauty was wrong in some indefinable way. The eyes were narrowed, sickly dark, and belittling as they all but stared down at the pair. The figure was dressed in regalia quite befitting the most pompous of those here tonight...and topped it all in fabric of nauseatingly gold hue. His appearance was so sudden that Nikkos couldn't stop in time with his attention partially on Nalani. He brushed against the man, causing him to bristle. "Watch yourself, human dog. I'll not allow you and your blue strumpet to dishonor me with your touch, no matter whose hand you are feeding from."

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Both paused as that unctuous voice and garish visage hit both of them like a slap in the face. Two sets of eyes gave the man a once over and both came to the same conclusion: trouble. Nikkos, however, bristled ever so slightly, attempting to decide if he would rather have this gilded man for 'dinner' and save the little blueberry tart for dessert, or continue with his original plan. Rahja, on the other hand, remained perfectly silent, her senses prickling about him to attempt to glean more information about this new, and very rude, intruder. At last she spoke, just as Nikkos had taken a breath to do the same.

"It was not our intention to 'dishonor' you, sir, we were simply making our way through and wish no trouble from you. Now if you would please excuse us so we may pass and you shan't have to worry about our presence tarnishing your...ensemble...or sullying your reputation any further." With that, she made to move around the man and forgo any other potential incidents...not that she believed it would work, however; this man seemed to have a mind to start a scene...and so far, it was working.

[Talau the Ever-Lurking]

((round two up!))

The man's vicious and capricious nature was all too apparent. It bled off of him in waves in such a way that it didn't even take a talent in the Force to feel it. Some things just lifted the hairs on your nape naturally. Some people just felt...wrong. This man was one of them. His angst and gross disdain was palpable, but oddly enough, didn't seem centered upon them. The two of them were simply there...collateral damage for his hate. At the very most, they were targets of opportunity. His true target would become apparent as his attention moved to Rizzen and that hate became a more focused, but calculating rage.

"You dally amongst your betters and then seek to dismiss them. No...necessities for honor are perfectly clear in this regard." When she attempted to move about the man, his hand came up to strike. It was a foolish, arrogant move, especially since he didn't know what she was capable of. Rizzen, however, did. In fact, he'd seen this coming. He'd stumbled into a game of holochess and though he knew the moves that his opponent was going to make, he was also helpless to counter them at this juncture. That predatory grace had him slipping to the side even as she finished her words and the other responded, catching the man's hand and pulling it back, his other hand coming up to push the Falleen male away and create space between the two guests and the instigator. Though Rizzen could see the increased anger in the man's face, he didn't miss the pleasure in his eyes.

"This is not your concern, Rizzen Xan, your pet dogs have encroached upon my honor and I would demand satisfaction."

Rizzen shook his head, stepping up further as a bulwark between the two outsiders and this one. "Peronin Glau, you know full well that the pair are guests of my House and are therefore under our protection. Outsiders cannot be held to the strictures of Honor." Rizzen's tone was flat and even, accepting of the trap he'd willfully walked into.

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With a resigned, and tolerating, sigh Rahja ignored his words and continued about her business with a thought of 'idiot, if he touches me it won't end well for him...or me for that matter.' This one had some sort of chip on his shoulder and she certainly wasn't blind to it, she just didn't know if it was against all outsiders, Nikkos or the Xan's...as far as she knew it wasn't focused directly on her. The presence of Rizzen close by was, at the moment, the least of her worries as she and Nikkos both flowed smoothly out of the way of that attempted strike.

Nikkos, now more than a bit angry, had turned just enough away to allow the strike to pass him, one arm already back to strike out and catch it himself while the other moved to press 'Nalani' back and away from the attempt. Rahja, however, had stepped back and turned herself as well, keeping Nikkos, and this new attacker, both in her sight while allowing Rizzen just enough room to insert himself and halt this unpleasant turn of events. It had taken a lot for her not to react any further, to slip into a more defensive position or counter attack herself, but she -had- to keep as much of her cover as possible, and most just didn't see healers (or people selling healing agents such as kolto and this new 'bacta') as fighters.

Red eyes darted back and forth between the two falleen as she listened silently before turning her attention to Nikkos who was looking...well...rather hungry. Somewhere in the back of her mind (and her ear) she heard Sender muttering to himself about the name 'Peronin Glau,' but she was, at the moment, far more concerned with things here.

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"Uh oh....that's not good." Wash had perked up more...if that was possible...as things got interesting over the video and audio collection systems. He knew about the Glau's. They were one of the Xan's strongest rivals...but the Xan's dealings over the last decade had eclipsed them, making them little more than an ancillary annoyance than any real threat. He spoke to Sender over their connection while passing over all the pertinent information he had in his data banks about the Glau's. -There used to be two sons. Peronin Glau was the younger. The older was Sorn, same age as the Cap'n. They were rivals all through schooling until the end of their time in the university. A matter of honor was brought up and to be settled with pistols. As is customary, the weapons were to be set at low power to simply wound. Sorn's was not. He shot the Boss, but failed to land a kill shot. The Boss was pretty mad about him cheating during the duel and shot back. He hit Sorn in the face. Even on the low setting...it managed to kill him. Shortly after, the Patriarch sent the Cap'n on his pilgrimage off world. In some ways, you could say it's the reason the Cap'n became Mando'ade in the first place.-

Rizzen, meanwhile, bowed his head. "Satisfaction shall be assured, Lord Glau. I will accept the duel of honor. I extend you the privilege of choosing time, place, and accouterments."

Peronin seemed pleased. The rest of the room, to include the music, had dulled and fallen silent, watching this exchange. He gestured, however, to Nikkos and Nalani. "And what of them...I would not have them slinking off into the night should you fail to show."
Iv Maelstrom vI: Rizzen's voice dropped an octave, levelling out into a smooth tone with all the icy chill of carbonite. "Rest assured, Lord Glau, that they will be personally boarded by my House. Unlike some...we take matters of honor very seriously."

Peronin's eyes narrowed at that subtle barb...but he was smart enough to disengage for now. He had what he wanted. "Ten then....at Piazzo Centrale. With Rapiers."

Rizzen could only incline his head, accepting the terms. The Glau brothers had always excelled with rapiers. Though he had once been skilled enough with them, he was not foolish enough to think that, even at his prime, was he as talented with one as they. He'd also hardly touched one since leaving Falleen, meaning his skills with them were limited further. Peronin had guessed as much. He sought to enact vengeance for the loss of his brother.

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The sleek black and grey form of Sender moved slightly, for the first time since Wash had arrived, giving an irritated flick of his wings as he read the message and glanced over the file that had been shared. -Brilliant.- The single word reply dripped with sarcasm even without audio to accompany it. -This isn't going to end well. I'm just not certain who will get to this 'Peronin' first...Rizzen, Rahja, or Nikkos. I'm almost hoping for the latter. It seems sort of fitting for this Peronin fellow to be the psychic vampire's dinner.- That visor tinted an annoyed shade of light orange at the situation, but, honestly, at the moment there was little more he could do than watch.

Nikkos, however, looked more than annoyed. How dare this little, pre-pubescent (for his race anyway), snot insult him in such a way! And then the two brats felt the need to settle this with "honor"? HAH! The idea was absolutely absurd. Someone their age couldn't possibly know the meaning of such a word, and he muttered that exact thing to himself in the language of his people. It was dubious any here would even know of such a language anyway, but when that twist of the verbal knife came about him 'slinking off'...well, let's just say that Peronin would find himself with a nice headache. Their race may have been resistant to mind tricks, but that didn't make them immune to mental attacks, especially ones as subtly done as that of a force user who was nearing his mid-hundreds.

Rah wasn't far off from attempting such herself. As timid as she was in dealing with others minds, this one was pushing the line. Red eyes narrowed dangerously, but she didn't make a move against Peronin, nor did she say any of the multitude of verbal daggers that she wished to slip under the gilded peacock's armor. After a moment, however, she huffed a slight chuckle...if something went wrong in this whole 'honor and glory' idiocy, she'd just have to take a vacation to Csilla...and take this Peronin fellow with her....and dump him naked in the ice lands to see just how long his reptilian hide lasted.

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Rizzen watched Peronin move off...seeing the stumble to his steps as he reacted to that mental attack. Idly, he was curious who had brought it about...but then he settled himself, pulling on that noble mask once more as he turned to face his two guests. The Patriarch and Matriarch were coming across the ball room, guests parting like the seas to let them through. Rizzen looked quite contrite as he looked to Nalani and Nikkos. "I am very sorry to you both. I am afraid that you've been brought into a feud that has nothing to do with either of you. You were simply convenient pawns for him to use. You will, of course, both be put up in the finest accommodations upon our estate. I will ensure it personally. I can only hope the momentary inconvenience will not be too much."

He turned then, bowing his head to his parents, the three of them speaking quickly in their native tongue.

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While still appearing exceedingly indignant, a corner of Nikkos' mouth had curled up (ever so slightly) at the sight of Peronin stumble off, almost as if intoxicated. Green and red eyes met for a moment, the meeting of them not at all pleasant for Rahja, before both looked first in the direction of the approaching Xan patriarchs, then to Rizzen as he apologized for the inconvenience. It was, in fact, quite inconvenient for both chiss and anzat, but that didn't keep the older man from waving it off. "Not to worry, Rizzen....I quite understand. I just wish that it hadn't put you and your family in such a position -tonight- of all nights. But...what can we do?"

Sender, however, had Rahja biting the inside of her cheek so she didn't accidentally smirk at his cursing. He always had the most amusing ones and, this time, it had come out to something like: wooly wampas in a blast furnace! Nodding slightly to Rizzen, she managed to keep her features neutral enough. She was, after all, still considering taking that vacation to Csilla.

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The three Xan's finally finished speaking, with the Patriarch clasping Rizzen's shoulder before he nodded and took his wife back to attend to the guests. Soon, the music was back in full swing. Rizzen returned to the both of them. "If it were not you, he would have found another method. I have little doubt it is what he was seeking from the start. There is bad blood between that family and I. Please...try not to let it disturb your evening overly. It was hardly through any fault of your own."

Rizzen was more distant for the rest of the night. The spectacle had drawn more eyes and therefore, the chance to speak with Rahja with any real honesty was not likely. Too many eyes kept slipping towards the trio now. He would resign himself to courting dances with the ladies at the party, though he'd keep an eye on the pair. After all, he hadn't forgotten about the very real truth behind her joke about being dinner. It would, however, give her more of a chance to ingratiate herself with her mark.

When the night finally came to a close, both were escorted to rooms prepared for them. Given their newly-met nature, protocol demanded they be separated. Rizzen made sure that they were on separate wings of the estate...but that was for reasons of his own. She'd find the rooms appointed to her to be lavish...but not garishly appointed. If anything, they seemed to be set with a more simple elegance...a taste that Rizzen seemed to prefer. Once the staff was certain that she did not require anything else for the evening, they would depart.

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Asking them not to let those events affect the evening was something similar to trying to put a bandage on a broken finger. Sure it helped stabilize it (very slightly), but it also was a reminder that something was -wrong- with that finger and, more often than not, ended up getting that finger hurt worse (since, in Rah's experience, bandages were like cosmic bull's eyes for anything else potentially harmful). The two managed to pull through the evening, however, spending equal portions of time on the dance floor and off it, speaking to others. It didn't allow for many useful conversations though, since the weight of that confrontation now hung over them like a cloud.

It seemed to be a blessing in disguise, however, when Nikkos mentioned taking her to see some of the planets he visited regularly. This allowed her the opportunity to question him about his housing investments on such planets, recalling their previously interrupted conversation about such things. If he did plan to make her a meal, then it stood to reason that he felt he had little to fear in telling her such information. She wouldn't have the ability to pass the information on if she was dead, after all.

As the evening finally ended, the guests thanking and bidding good night to their hosts, the two were led off into the manor and shown to their rooms. It was unfortunate, at least in Rahja's mind, that she had been shown to hers first, allowing Nikkos to know just where she would be sleeping. He was, of course, a gentleman in bidding her good night as well, but that didn't have her any less on edge about the situation as he was led away. Not long after she was pestered time and again, until the staff was completely assured she was well taken care of. Every. Single. One of them....or at least, that was how it felt to her.

It was with great relief that she finally locked her door and sighed, glad for some time alone. Opening her window to allow some air, and Sender, in she gratefully set about getting all of the paint and make-up off of herself...it had to come off first since she wasn't about to risk getting it all over -this- set of clothing. Anything else she owned, fine...but this dress....this dress she was quite particular about.

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Wash would follow suit with Sender once the party was over. The logistics of getting into the window was slightly problematic...but he'd eventually manage to swing in, scrabbling as he clung to the sill a moment before finally managing to pull himself in. "Wish I had repulsors...would make things so much eas-....ooooh, pretty room!"

Rizzen found himself walking down the hall leading toward her chambers. He should have spoken to her last night...but did not. He found himself needing to speak to her now, for several reasons. The younger Xan had removed that jacket, leaving his pristine white tunic with the laces loosened around the throat. He much preferred this more casual attire and would enjoy it even more when he could simply wear what he preferred as Mando'ade. Reaching her chambers, he'd key the chime to let her know that she had a visitor.

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Sender, recently settled on the lavish bed, turned to regard Wash as he pulled himself in, dimming that visor light to nothing so the receptors behind could be seen more clearly. "I'm sorry Wash, I didn't even think....I could likely carry you for a short distance. I didn't even consider trying it...Wizard's beard..."

Rah had turned upon hearing the scrabbling at the window sill and helped pull Wash in the rest of the way, picking him up to settle him on the bed with Sender. "Yes, it is something..." she said, glancing around and shaking her head slightly. "I'm not sure how to feel about it...I'm not used to anything even remotely like this." Shrugging slightly, she continued to carefully take off all of the dye that she could from her hands, though, because of it's very nature, it had seeped into her skin quite well, leaving the designs there...more or less. No doubt they would be there for the next few days no matter what she did. As the chime sounded, she sighed and rolled her eyes a bit, wondering just who it was now. At least, she wondered until she actually bothered to pay attention to the presence on the other side.

"Ah, your partner is here, Wash," she commented as she moved toward the door and unlocked it. It would open to reveal her, make-up off, wrap gone and jewelry gone, save for the piece in her hair, and just a bit shorter than earlier in the evening...thankfully. Why anyone would say they -enjoyed- wearing heels was simply beyond the chiss woman. "Hello, Rizzen. Was there something you needed? Or are you simply lost?"

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"It's okay, Sender. I'm used to having to be creative in how to get to someplace. It's part of the job after all!" He stilled as he was carried over to the bed and set down. "Wow...your dress is even prettier in person, Rahja!" He undulated his way down to the wrap she'd removed, burrowing beneath it and carefully wrapping himself up in it. He didn't want to risk damaging it after all.

Rizzen stood there at the door, watching it open as that cerulean face peered out and greeted him. She still looked stunning. Indeed, he found her more stunning. "M'dear...no amount of embellishment can compare to how naturally stunning you are." The truth was apparent in the compliment...but he was partially playing the role of contrite host. One could never be too careful of who might be lingering nearby. "There is something I need...would you be so kind as to allow me to enter?"

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The little AER shifted slightly, but managed a short shrug. Just because his cousin waved it off didn't mean it was 'right' according to him and his personal code. At the compliment to his partner's dress Sender simply chuckled and shook his head, watching the FIDES unit slip under and into the wrap. Wash certainly was a piece of work...and not necessarily in a bad way.

A quiet smile and a nod was given to his compliment, even as she took him in as well. If she were to be honest, she preferred this look on him. While he was quite handsome all properly dressed, she found this casual elegance to be more fitting to his personality, perhaps more so than the armor of mando'ade...or perhaps just in a different way, she couldn't quite tell. "Thank you for that, Rizzen, and of course...please come in." She would step aside to allow him entry, allowing the door to shut quietly behind him and locking it out of habit as well as caution. She wasn't exactly keen on the idea of someone entering unexpectedly while there were two Familiars and Rizzen in the room.

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"Wash...protocol 1337." Rizzen spoke the words after he'd entered and once the door had closed behind him. This caused Wash's head to perk up from beneath the wrap and he began to do scans, looking like a satin pillar. He'd done some preliminary work prior to entering...but now he completed more in-depth ones to ensure that there weren't any other's listening in or otherwise aware of what was going on within. "All clear, Boss."

"Thank you....and thank you as well, Rahja." Once she'd turned from the door and was facing him, his hands reached out, closing over her own. The touch was warm as his thumbs brushed against her palms and then slid against the inside of her wrists. Bowing his head to her, he caught her eyes once more. "I owe you many apologies, Rahja Kel. For not warning you...for risking your mission and safety...and for prying where my presence was not desired. Most importantly is the last..."

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Sender eyed Wash as he did those scans, relatively content to let the FIDES do his job and allow him to continue sorting and compiling all the information gathered thus far. As Wash had done that, Rahja carefully removed that ear piece and, with no sense of shame, carefully removed the wire from her top, extracting the small vial from there as well. She'd moved around Rizzen as she wiped them down with a cloth and gave the small objects to Sender to store in his chassis before turning back to face him.

At his thanks, she lifted an eyebrow, allowing him to take her hands and brush his thumbs along her palms and the insides of her wrists. His words, that apology, had her shaking her head slightly. Giving his hands a light squeeze, she shrugged a bit and smiled. "The lack of warning we've already covered, as well as risking my mission...there's no need to apologize for those again. But I appreciate the apology for your prying. Had you been anyone else, and had we been anywhere else, you might not have gotten off so easily."

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"I would expect nothing less from you. My curiosity can often get the better of my common sense. I know better than to pry at tender subjects." He'd watched her remove those items from her person...not exactly surprised to see them, though the vial was unexpected.

Wash dropped back down, shuffling around with that wrap on top of him, bumping into Sender while he worked. With the mission, at least for the night, over, he felt a bit more jubilant and blindly pounced his older brother. "It's good to see you again! You look good! They gave you a new chassis? Upgrades? Wow! I'm so jealous!"

Rizzen turned his head to watch that little show before shaking his head, looking back to Rahja once more. "Please...enjoy the hospitality here. I could run you a bath...if you would like. It would only be right to help relieve some of the tension of the day as I was a primary factor in adding it." He smirked a bit at that, gesturing to the bathing area and tub before looking back to her. "And if there is anything you feel the desire to know....I will not keep it hidden."

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"It would seem so, yes...but curiosity can be forgiven, in the correct circumstances." Hearing the shuffling about behind her, she turned slightly to better see just what was going on...just in time to see Sender get pounced on. "Hey...be careful please, Wash," she chided gently, picking him up off her poor puggled partner and pulling the wrap from around Wash carefully before setting him down again. "I can't exactly replace this easily...nor would it be intelligent to have to," she admitted, thinking of just how her aunt might react upon hearing that something had happened to it. The thought was most displeasing.

Sender, on the other hand, was relieved to have the mass that was Wash removed from his back, allowing him to crane his head around and make certain there were no accidental scratches in his paint. "Thank you. Yes, they did. It was quite a relief too....I was not only having repulsor malfunctions but...well, there were a number of factors. This update was certainly much needed. Have to be able to keep up with the younger members of the family somehow." While Sender would never admit it to his little cousin, Wash was the primary reason he was so happy to have the updates and new chassis. "It's good to see you as well, however. By the way...you wouldn't have happened to have started an '04 fan club' would you?" he asked, a hint of suspicion to his voice.

Laughing at that question as she noted it, she smirked slightly at Rizzen's words. "Well, while I appreciate the hospitality of your parents and their staff, I'm not used to such things and it makes me a bit uncomfortable at points. However, since you are a contributing factor to my current stress level, it only seems fitting that you help alleviate it." He could, of course, take that how he chose, but in the mean time she focused on removing hair piece and unbraiding the rest of her hair. "As for what I would like to know....Peronin...what in the worlds was that gilded peacock after? Or rather...why?"

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"I'm sorry, Rahja...didn't mean to mess anything up. Just seemed the thing to do...but I was being gentle..." Those little paws washed against each other as he held himself up on his hind legs quite contritely. At Senders question, he blinked those big photoreceptors and looked at him. "Well...I did send a message back about how it had been...getting to meet with you and all. How crazy it was....but that is all."

Rizzen moved to begin filling up that bath, setting it to a proper temperature. There were all manner of oils and soaps that could be added to it. He chose something simple...sandalwood and chamomile...both refreshing and relaxing for a trying day. While the bath was filling, he moved back toward her as she removed the hair piece. The claws of his fingertips stroked along her arms and up over her shoulders before they found themselves combing through her dark locks, the points massaging against her scalp and nape as they passed through the silken tendrils. At her question...he sighed a bit and chuckled, stilling his ministrations after brushing the hair from her nape. Kissing the flesh there, he'd speak. "It is...a long story. I'll tell it once you've gotten yourself comfortable in the bath."

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"That's alright, Wash, I'm sure you were...but this is from my home world and....it was like pulling teeth to get the right to have something like this made. If something happened to it, I would be skinned alive and utterly shunned by anyone who found out." A smile was given to match the light tone that belied the complete seriousness of her statement. At Wash's revelation, however, she couldn't help but laugh, remembering the very...fiery...welcome from REA 10. Sender's own receptors widened and he shuddered slightly, remembering the exact same instance.

"Oh my...well...that does explain some things then." While Sender looked close to mortified by the prospect of others greeting him similarly, Rahja couldn't help but snicker as she lay aside the hair piece, pausing and remaining quite still as Rizzen returned, combing his fingers through her hair, earning him a content little sigh as she closed her eyes. That light kiss had her leaning back against him just barely, though his words brought her back to the world around her. With a nod she would turn to Sender and Wash, kneeling down beside the bed to look them in the 'eyes'. "I'm sure I don't need to tell the two of you to play nice in here, correct?" With the affirmative all around, she gave each a light stroke along the back with her hand and moved off to the bath. Before long she was immersed comfortably in the warm water, black hair pooling around her shoulders like a living shadow.

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Wash couldn't help but give a look to Sender as Rahja spoke to them. "Of course!" He seemed far too chipper. Once Rahja had moved away, with Rizzen trailing along behind, Wash looked Sender over. As soon as the door to the bath clicked closed, he pounced once more.

Rizzen had watched her slip off that gown and ease herself into the water. Violet eyes couldn't help but heat up at the sight of her there and the way that hair pooled around her. Lowering to a knee next to the massive bath, his hand would curl along the side of her face, combing through her hair, behind her ear, and then down along her jaw as he tilted her head back to rest against the ledge while his own mouth closed against hers. He had every intention of telling her what she wanted to know...but he'd been tormented by the desire to taste those lips again since he'd seen her yesterday.

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Sender had noticed that sidelong look and cringed internally with a thought of 'dear maker, he's going to attack me!' and a look of 'please don't leave me out here alone, Rahja!' Of course, he didn't say either of those things, but he had certainly wanted to! He was just....to nice of an older cousin. There was just something about Wash that made him want to humor the younger familiar...albeit slightly grudgingly. Watching Rah and Rizzen leave he was already rerouting full power to his repulsors. As soon as the door shut they burst to life with a soft click and a woosh and he was off into the air just as Wash pounced, and settled himself on the bedpost.

His priorities were more than welcome.

She couldn't deny that since she'd seen him previously she had been struggling against something very similar. As his lips met hers, she reminded herself...again...that there were factors she had to be conscious of, and one she had to make -him- conscious of. Despite that, she found herself reaching up, gliding one hand along his jaw and enjoying the feel of that kiss. She broke it early, however...far sooner than she would have liked, anyway...looking up at him and giving a slight sigh. "Rizzen...before you tell me anything and before anything else comes up...I need you to know two things. First, and likely most obvious, I like you....more than I should...but I do. That brings me to the second, however...the other sniper I was with on Gargun..." she paused there, uncertain how to continue. Just how did you tell someone you were interested in, that you were also interested in someone else? She shook her head slightly, deciding that it was better to tell him now so that nothing unfortunate happened later. "I'm also interested in him."

[Talau the Ever-Lurking]

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Rizzen found himself enjoying the taste of her lips far more than the expensive wines that had been served at this evening's gala. When she broke the kiss sooner than either of them would have preferred, he felt there was probably something on her mind. The suspicion was only confirmed when she began to speak. He paused, listening intently while she spoke. A slow smile curled his lip at her admission that she was, indeed, drawn to him more than she should be. That wasn't any big surprise...it was but a mirror of his own feelings. The second was a bit more, unexpected. At least...until he thought about it. Pushing himself up, he seemed to ponder it. Most likely she thought he was going to move away, angered by the admission.

He did not. Instead, he drew off that white tunic and eased out of the rest of those garments, letting that lean, lightly scaled frame ease into the bath with her. Strong hands gently drew her to him, pulling her onto his lap so she was wrapped up in the warmth of him as well as the warmth of the water. One hand moved, gliding over the controls to make the jets of the bath come to life. "Not terribly surprising...little one. You are quite masterful at shielding your emotions from view...he is....less talented. Looking back on it, I realize now that the concern I saw on his features was more than simple professional worry."

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Had she expected him to be angry? No...not particularly. He seemed too at ease in his own skin and too even keel to be outright 'angry' about something like this. She had, however, expected him to be more distant, there certainly was no reason for him to be overly happy about the admission, but if he wanted to have a chance of gaining her favor instead of Sean he certainly had to know that pushing her away with anger wouldn't be the way to do that. What he did instead had her...more than a bit confused and surprised.

Watching him undress with a sort of cautious curiosity, Rah couldn't help but tilt her head slightly as he slid into the bath with her. Despite her age and despite her previous relationship with Shelk, this situation...being attracted to two different men at the same time...was new to her, and from everything she'd heard from others about such situations, this sort of reaction was rather...uncommon. Moving to settle against him as he drew her in, she arched one eyebrow at his words and smirked slightly. He had it partially correct, certainly. Sean showed far more emotion than she did, but typically his emotions were hidden behind a goofy and quirky facade or a shield of humor.

"I didn't exactly notice his expressions half time, considering you and your 'partners' were keeping me on my toes," she admitted with a slight shrug. Again, it was mostly the truth. There hadn't exactly been much time to study what was going on with Sean's face unless it came to reading some sort of signal or other.

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He kissed slowly along the curve of her shoulder, following it up to where it met along her throat and the trailed along to her ear. His mouth paused there, breath warm as it curled against the damp curve there and tickled the hair near her nape. "Our situation is...unique, Rahja Kel. Neither of us are what one could call normal denizens of the galaxy. By all rights we should be enemies. We are hardly in a position to be seeking a relationship with anyone, let alone each other."

He was silent for a moment...a long moment...before he continued. "Yet...I am also old enough to know that one should enjoy succor, intimacy, and a chance to bond when those rare moments unfold in life. You are a chance I can hardly afford not to take." He laughed lightly, letting his hands slide down along her sides, tracing small circles over her stomach and hips with those claws.

"I simply want to enjoy these rare moments we have together...when we have them. I would wish them to not be lessened by guilt or concern. I would rather you simply enjoyed them as the respite that is all they can be for now. If...sometime far from now, you decide you would wish more and the Force wills us the chance...I would be only too happy to take it. If, however, you decide that your happiness...your completion...is better found somewhere else, then I would let you go. You've had enough pain in your life; I would not be one to add to it or keep you from that which you desire."

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Those kisses earned him a slight nudge of her cheek against the side of his head before she stilled again, listening to him. His comment was as amusing as it was true, and so she chuckled a bit before sighing. That long pause found her pondering the situation, the truth of his words, and her vehement desire to reject the reality of her interpretation of them. On the other hand, it was something she strove at every turn to accomplish: avoid all possibilities of creating any form of bonds or relationships with anyone.

When he finally continued his words were met with a slightly derisive huff that may have been considered a sign of some further type amusement. She didn't interrupt him, however, instead attempting to listen to him with an open mind. He certainly was of a rare breed, this Falleen, even among the less xenophobic races of the galaxy, and so she was silent when he finished, only noticing those claws movements as background stimuli for one of her senses. "Perhaps for you such things are chances you can't afford to miss, but I'm afraid the galaxy is better off if I do. I used to wonder why the masters would always warn about the dangers of relationships, unfortunately I've found out why first hand."

One hand idly untangled the ends of her hair as she gazed blankly at the water. After a moment she smiled, more out of habit than any feelings motivating the action, and pulled her hair around one shoulder to better control the mass of it. "I've worked quite hard at keeping others away because of that, and truthfully, I shouldn't even be considering either of you as an interest of any kind. You say I've had enough pain in my life...maybe so, but I'm hardly worried about anyone causing me any further pain, be it you or anyone else. If anything it's the other way around."

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"I don't agree with that, Rahja Kel. I've seen too much good come from such things. Your Masters may have taught that....but it seems a rather limited view. The risk, of course, is there...but there is as much risk by sheltering yourself as there is by allowing it." His hand came up, pressing to her cheek and guiding her to look at him directly for when he spoke next.

"We've all been hurt...just as we've all hurt others...intentionally or no. We've all lost...or had to let go...of someone we've cared about." The violet of those eyes softened a bit when he said those words before he focused on her once more, combing fingers through her hair and holding her nape lightly. "If nothing else, mesh'la verd, I will show you how the galaxy is far better with you there, willing to try."

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Limited as it may have been, to the Chiss it made more than enough sense. Becoming attached to someone or something you were unwilling to easily let go of was something better avoided, and Rah found herself more than unwilling to let go of the people she cared about most. It had driven her to hunt down every last person involved in the deaths of her friends and Shelk, right down to the point where she had been willing to sacrifice others that weren't involved. As he spoke she would listen, but her mind was, stubbornly, already made up. At least, she believed it to be.

She would look at him, eyes slightly narrowed, as she absorbed his words and his expression, but giving little more indication than that as to what she was thinking. In truth, she was trying not to think too much about it. He was entitled to his opinions, his beliefs, but they were not hers. Shaking her head slightly she took his other hand and held it between her own, seeming to study the details of it for a long moment. "Willing or unwilling, I can't help how I feel..." she stated, smirking a bit at the end, "and I get the impression that you're stubborn enough to see through any attempts I might make to push you away, so it seems I'm stuck with your attempting to show me just that."

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"Indeed you can...because you did not always feel that way. How you are now...is a choice. Staying that way...or changing...is also a choice..." He smirked back at her. "And you are correct on the point about me. That is my choice...and I will attempt to do all I can to show you that. Yet, in the end, I will leave the final choice to you." His hand twisted slightly, the delicate, subtle scales just evident at his knuckles and along the side of his hand.

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"I meant how I felt about you," she retorted, grinning impishly as she ran her thumb along the skin connecting his thumb and first finger before sliding gently along the tops of his knuckles. Finally, after that (rather long) delay in the topic of Peronin, she felt it nagging at her again. There was something more than unsettling about that man, and the 'scent' of bad blood was in the air. "At least I managed to figure something about you out." It was a subtle jab at herself and her (currently defective) detective skills when it came to finding out information about him. Chuckling she decided that now was as good a time as any to start 'prying' about various curiosities.

Main priority: the danger level and history surrounding tomorrow's duel.

"Now that I'm done side tracking us....Peronin....there's bad blood there, I can all but smell it..."

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"Avoidance will only work for so long..." He grinned back at her, but relented, feeling the brush of her touch along his hand that way. At her self-deprecating words, he laughed lightly and shrugged. "I cannot help it that you seek to speak more about yourself instead of listening. Many of my compatriots would consider it normal for a woman." Oh, indeed, he'd be teasing her now.

He grew a bit more solemn at her words about Peronin and the bad blood there. He nodded a bit, looking to the side as he dredged up memories long past old...yet so surprisingly pivotal in his life. "Indeed there is. The Glau and the Xan have always been at odds, rivals in all aspects of our culture. Our families have clashed more than a few times in the way that our people do. We are similar...in many ways...like the flip side of a demi cred. We hold ourselves to our Honor, live our life and conduct our dealings with it at our core. They seek to pervert it...use it to their advantage and disregard it when it best suits them. You may think me overly dramatic...but I state that for a reason."

Looking back to her, he'd let those defenses down a bit, allowing her to understand more clearly by viewing those memories while he recalled them, if she wished. "Sorn and I were never friends, but we were rarely allowed to cross paths in any meaningful way. When I was in my early twenties and had finished my schooling in the university, the chance occurred that brought us to odds. It was to be a simple duel over a matter of honor. It is quite common to resolve disputes. Pistols were the weapon of choice."

"While you no doubt consider it archaic...the practice has proven to be far more swift in dealing with contention and neither side can contest the outcome. Normally...the most damage done is done to pride. In this case, however, Sorn sought to damage more. At the day of the duel, he had his pistol replaced with one set to full power. Fortunately for me, he was too eager to take his shot, instead of taking the time to aim properly." His fingers curled over hers, drawing them down, letting them run over the blaster scar along his side.

"I...lost my temper over such a betrayal in a duel of honor. I shot back and purposefully aimed high. The bolt took him in the face. Even though it was on low power...Sorn did not survive. Peronin, his younger brother, was there that day. He had acted as Sorn's second. He wanted to attack me then...to duel as well...but his father's man and my father prevented it. As soon as I was healed, father sent me to conduct my travels among the stars. Peronin never forgave me...and never forgot, it seems."

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Rolling her eyes slightly at his teasing of her, she'd simply shake her head and shrug. "Well at least some part of me is 'normal' then." Watching Rizzen's reaction she almost wished she hadn't asked, but it was better to know than to remain ignorant about such a thing. Once more she listened to what he said, taking in this bit of his past. For a moment she found herself wondering just what other 'matters of honor' Rizzen would agree to a duel over, what that one had been, but for now she put the thought aside, focusing on the more relevant information.

As he drew her hand along to bush along that scar, she recalled seeing it the last time they'd met. Duels of honor...idiocy more like it, but that was their culture, and assassination was hers. Sighing, she shook her head slightly. "No, it would seem he hasn't...and he seemed to know exactly what he wanted to duel with as well. It's...safe to assume that you're not as skilled as he is with swords, then?" The slight furrow of her brow and narrowing of her eyes gave her a slightly more feral appearance, as well revealing some of the concern she felt at the prospect of that being the truth.