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Post by Poludnica on Aug 26, 2013 3:52:10 GMT -5
Time Period: Five years ago from 3600 BBY Location: Nar Shaddaa Participants: Samsius ThemeThe air carried incantations of evening crowd below the luxurious hotel that shone in the Promenade like a jewel looming the sea of misery and dung. The rich businessmen made their home in such places, rare signs of exquisite architecture on the Hutt ruled moon. It was one of the favorite temporary shelters Cassius had bought but even ten stories above the streets, he couldn't forget it was no Coruscant. The crude language of alien species rang in the evening air, polluted and heavy. The dark haired men came to the conclusion he had sacrificed his best years to fight in this place. To harness the gift and better himself to the point of unblemished perfection – there were still miles to go. Like many nights before after Vanya's passing, Cassius found himself unable to sleep. The inner turmoil, still unsettling despite a year of grieving. There was no panacea for it, nothing to ease the pain but only time. Though always after he hoped to forget and move, something would drag him back in such moments of quiet afterglow. The room was basked in penumbra made of one lit night lamp and shadows of the vanishing sun that licked the interior with last warm rays. Cassius sat on a bed, leaned against the wall behind. Its cold surface felt almost painful against his skin but the grey master paid it no mind. Instead focused on the acrid, mint smoke coaxed from the lit cigarette. Its tip cast a warm glow on the ebony, gossamer sheets and a masculine silhouette resting next to Cassius. The grey jedi stirred, pulling away the covers in an unusually agitated gesture. He felt restless, despite pleasant company and first true sign Vanya slowly faded from his life. Maybe that was what left him so livid – guilt, longing and sense of loss. The dimmed light danced across lean, athletic frame when the Livco CEO finally stood up. Few faint saber scars he couldn't get rid of still marred otherwise well-kept, muscular body. One might have been surprised seeing a warrior's coil of muscles on someone like Cassius, those who knew him as only a businessman. There was other side to him, one that even Samuel didn't know and it showed in scars and old wounds, harsh trails of muscles. The relentless saber training had granted him those marks, good and bad. One particular nasty burn showed under his ribs, a lash of heat from the golden skinned alien's weapon. This scar Cassius never had removed to stay there as a painful reminder how terribly costly reckless arrogance could be. Slowly Cassius made his way toward the window – naked but not ashamed in the slightest. He was proud of this body, even if marked with scars it still stood as sign of relentless fighting spirit. The man placed a dying cigarette in an ashtray near by before turning his gaze to the city of neon lights, the endless parade of wealth even Coruscant couldn't really match. Below those opulent levels though a very dark underbelly lied – a mirror image and evil twin to towers above. ”Sun is going down.” Cassius stated, hearing Samuel waking up. Sensing stirring in the Force when his new companion's thoughts had touched consciousness. ”We could go for a walk.” The younger man's voice was distant, as if its owner wasn't really there. "There are things I'd like to show you."Finally Cassius turned away from the window, acknowledging there and now. Pushing memories of Vanya out of the current string of conscious thoughts, he managed a charming smile that hid what happened beneath it. Samuel was a good friend and a pleasant distraction and so deserved his full attention. It was rare for Cassius to find someone he could call endearing and interesting enough to forget about the gnawing grief. Samuel brought him to the fold of Pius Dea, it was time for him to return the favor and show from where the true power and wealth came from in Liviana family.
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Post by Susan on Aug 27, 2013 8:42:08 GMT -5
Samuel could not say that he was exactly thrilled on his friend’s choice of venues, but the Corellian had long since learnt to trust Cassius Liviana. Nevertheless, being so far away from the core made the royal advisor more than a little uncomfortable. He could never quite understand why Cassius did not seem to be bothered by the abhorrent miasma that was the fringe worlds, it was one of the few noticeable differences between the two elder gentlemen.
Cassius had made the request for Samuel to come to this smugglers moon for reasons unknown to the older male, but the Coruscanti businessman was insistent, apparently this trip was important, for reasons that would be revealed later. At least there accommodations were not subpar. The hotel was hardly anything like what you would find on Corellia or Coruscant, but it was resplendent in comparison to the rest of this murky rock. It certainly made the night’s extracurricular activities all the more enjoyable, not that they were not already splendid. Samuel stirred beneath the expensive sheets, his naked body entangling then disentangling itself in the covers for several moments, before the owner gained more consciousness. He sat up, taking a brief moment to look around the room for Cassius, before locating his friend, as naked as he, standing by the window. Perhaps ‘friend’ was no longer the correct adjective to describe Cassius, though. Last night had not been entirely unexpected, they had been close friends for many years now – and it was clearly something that they both wanted, and something the older man had thought about quite often. Mostly the lewd images sprang into his mind whilst in the presence of Cassius, and quite often Samuel was privately thankful that his new lover was not a mind reader.
He wondered if this was the reason he had been brought all the way out here, but he doubted it. There were many places better for this kind of interaction, his residence at the Corellian Royal Palace, for a start. Although soon he would be leaving the decadent mansion for an equally decadent apartment on Coruscant, a location not only ideal for his burgeoning ‘friendship’ with Cassius, but also for his own political aspirations. The new campaign was due to start in just a few months, and Cassius was one of several allies that would help Samuel received the nomination. His brief daydreams about standing in the Senate were a pleasant distraction, but soon dismissed as his ever active mind returned to the situation at hand. The question of this location still ringing fresh in his thoughts, Samuel slid out of the covers to join his partner at the window, taking a moment to admire Cassius from the rear. He was an incredible specimen, although the myriad of scars rose many more questions, the Liviana heir was far from a typical aristocrat.
”If you like. Although I doubt the sights here will be as pleasant as the royal gardens back on Corellia.” A smug smile spread on Samuel’s face as his eyes locked with those of his new lover. The Corellian really did not like being on this moon. ”You have shown me a lot, and I am sure I would like to see more.” The smug smile evolved into more of a mischievous grin, and Samuel felt the urges that lead to their previous diplomatic negotiations returning. Were he a different kind of person, this conversation would already have moved to a more horizontal position, and their flesh would likely already have been locked into the proverbial beast with two backs. Although there were more pressing manners to address than re-igniting his Lightsaber. ”Why are we here, Cassius? As enjoyable as your company is, this is not a place for men like us.”
The conceited arrogance from his previous smile returned now in his voice, just a few words insulting this entire moon and all of his inhabitants. Men like us. There was no doubt in Samuel’s mind that he and Cassius were cut from the same cloth, and he could not fathom why someone from such a pure bloodline as his lover was so comfortable in these unpleasant surroundings.
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Aug 27, 2013 11:06:11 GMT -5
Post by Poludnica on Aug 27, 2013 11:06:11 GMT -5
For a long moment Cassius followed reddish trail of sun that began to vanish behind the horizon. Below it was still visible but above the hotel the sky turned ashen grey. The man in the bed behind him stirred and Cassius spread his senses, letting the Force to read the soft strands if the living beings. He could feel content but also flickers of trepidation coming from Samuel. The older man didn't like being on Nar Shaddaa, even without employing Force he could tell it. The Corellian was positively disgusted by the moon and various critters that dwelt there. It now struck Cassius how...desensitized he became with all the filth after years as a merc. What would his friend think of him, if he knew of Darek? Of the grey knight for hire that strolled those streets as equal? Samuel though was a man that let others keep their secrets and never inquired about scars.
They both wouldn't be really comfortable in starting anything so personal in the Core. Too many preying eyes and curious ears but on Nar Shaddaa Cassius' tastes had been a secret. In there he could be more natural and true to primal instincts. On Coruscant the man maintained false, crystal image that had no room for careless flings. Especially not with a future Senator. It took them long time thought to reach this point – neither of the man was an open book where all intentions and emotions were displayed in plain view. Even with amusing shreds of thoughts he had picked from Samuel, it wasn't decision they both made lightly. Everything had consequences.
”It's not about sightseeing.” Cassius smiled, noting with how much interest Samuel studied him. Hones senses immediately picked up the hidden, unspoken longing and the grin grew slightly bit hungry. Predatory even. ”Advisor Cromwell, I didn't know you are so eager tourist.” The Livco owner chuckled and walked toward a small but well kept bar. He scooped out two glasses and poured amber liquid to each of them. Strong and clear Ruan whiskey. ”There are so many things you still don't know about me.” Cassius sighed and returned to sat down on the bad, handing one of the glasses to his friend. There was a lot from early elitist in him but years spent on Nar Shaddaa had taught him not to underestimate this sector. ”True power can't be obtained by closing oneself in luxurious palaces.” He patted Samuel heartily on the back before rising up once more this time to find his clothes.
Upon realizing his shirt and vest were all wrinkled, the man dug out fresh ones. Shade of golden amber that went well with dark hair and green eyes. Adding them depth. ”I am going to show you what I should have years ago.” Cassius took a gulp from his drink, almost drying it in one go. He patted his pants after pulling them on to make sure the saber was still there.
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Post by Susan on Aug 28, 2013 8:33:05 GMT -5
Samuel happily returned to the bed with his new lover, and sat down next to him, accepting the glass with a small nod and a word of gratitude. He sampled the beverage delicately, recognising the smell before he did the taste, it was high grade stuff, and he expected nothing less from Cassius Liviana. There was something oddly peaceful about sitting naked with an incredibly attractive male drinking some of the finest whiskey in the galaxy. Peaceful and invigorating. Cassius was not just attractive by appearance, but also his personality and power – he projected gravitas. Samuel Cromwell was an incredibly influential person in his own right, and it was only logical for him to be attracted to a man of equal and greater standing, there were few others in the verse that Samuel considered a political and intellectual equivalent. It was a happy coincidence that Cassius was also very skilled in the matters of the bedroom. It was certainly an evening well spent.
”I am only eager to try... specific delicacies. There is nothing native to this moon that interests me, although there are some foreign elements that have recently been introduced.” The Corellian took a healthy swig of his whiskey, his eyes never once leaving Cassius’ face. ”I am sure. We both have our secrets, Cassius, and there is no need for either of us to pry.” Samuel had yet to tell Cassius his big thing, his secret fratricide – although he was confident that if he did, the younger man would not even bat an eyelid. They had been friends far too long and were far too similar people for anything to cause a rift between them. If his companion had something he wanted to share, then Samuel would listen – and he would not judge. Likely it would be something to do with Cassius’ rather wayward daughter, Danica often proved to be one of the more common sources of her father’s grievances.
The touch from his lover was welcomed and Samuel felt warmth within him that provoked a genuine smile of bliss upon his face. Neither of them sort anything complicated from this, they were simply two mature adults enjoying one another’s company. That was not to say that their interactions were completely devoid of emotion, however. As Cassius began to dress, Samuel followed suit and joined him, gathering up his belongings. Due to how their evening had transpired, the clothes of both males were strewn across the hotel room floor, and not in any state for men of their standing to wear. Fortunately, just like Cassius, Samuel had come prepared, with several sets of clothing pressed and ready to go. He selected an extravagant ensemble almost identical to the one currently curled up at the foot of the bed, and began covering up his nakedness.
”I believe you have already achieved that once this evening, Cassius.” The Corellian joked with his companion as he polished off his whiskey, letting off a satisfied sigh as he placed the empty glass down. Now fully dressed, he took a moment to admire himself in the mirror hanging opposite the bed, being certain to maintain his carefully groomed image. Even though he was on a scummy cesspit of a moon, he could not let his own standards slip.”I am sure whatever it is will be pleasant, and as you pointed out, I am an eager tourist, Mr. Liviana. Lead the way.” The royal advisor held his arm out in a gesture of respect to the younger man, allowing his lover to exit before him. This was partially as a show of appreciation to his companion, but mostly because Samuel himself didn’t know where they were going.
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Post by Poludnica on Aug 30, 2013 5:50:04 GMT -5
The Coruscanti man's lips spread in a wry smirk at what disdain Samuel spoke about Nar Shaddaa. This moon had been his first test and a playground. Now the dark haired human understood why Basko had taken him there. To make sure the racist, speciest beliefs wouldn't lock away potential routes to achieve power. The boy had grown to become an elitist noble but one that appreciated things placed outside this narrow point of view. He had learned to put value into cheap, alien labor and how to use the Hutts greedy nature against them. As much as Cassius wanted Humans weren't alone in the Galaxy. The best, suited well for dominance but not alone. This was what many of the pro-human supporters missed. Swallowing the humiliation of working for and with aliens had been a valuable life lesson and a new mean to attain the higher goal. ”Some secrets should be left alone.” The grey master agreed, thinking about the saber hidden in the pocket of the exquisite pants. Despite their friendship Cassius didn't want to flaunt his powers – it often changed the fragile dynamic and alliance with politicians that suddenly felt threatened by the power.
True power over minds Cassius held. No one really aside from Basko, Broca and those few that survived the duels with him knew the full extend of the powers the man commanded. Secrets were dangerous like that – keeping them was often a problem. After all, two could only keep a secret if one of them was dead. Cassius enjoyed his friend's company way too much for the little details to spoil it. His force sensitivity would remain in a air of rumors on Coruscant. With those idly musings keeping him occupied, Cassius sighed and closed his eyes briefly, enjoying the pleasant burning the whiskey brought. With a smile the man recalled how Samuel had refused the drink when they had met for the first time all those years ago.
Turning away from his thoughts, Cassius mirrored his friend and made sure his reflection looked impeccably. Neatly combed black hair, still thick despite the fifth decade approaching – a not entirely genetic trait, more like enhanced with modern plastic surgery medicine. Cassius didn't shy from artificial improvements, as a business he was fully aware how important first impression was. He had always been a vain creature, fought to remove most of the battle scars aside from those that served as a reminder. Samuel shared similar views apparently, another trait they had in common. ”If not pleasant, maybe at least entertaining.” Cassius nodded and left through the doors that led to opulent, if a bit tacky hallway. The owner of this establishment tried very hard to mimic the Core's high architecture with rather mediocre result. Not many things were better outside the Coruscant and its colonies. Still, it was better than the Hutt's crude, heavy and vulgar, downright ugly art. Their work was as disgusting as the salves they kept. Goddess forbid any of those damnable Twi'elks getting sucked into the Core's crafts mainstream.
In silence he led Samuel toward the garages level where a a luxurious, expensive custom made speeders awaited. Its inky black form shone in the dim garage lights. The AI wired on board the machine recognized the owner and came to life within a heartbeat. Biiiip bop. Came the robotic greeting. One of small vices and guilty pleasures Cassius allowed himself to have were various speeders and cars. Even ancient ground cars. He collected all of them, from various places all over the Galaxy. This model belonged to a rare creations of prototype intelligent speeders.
Without opening the doors, Cassius jumped gracefully into the seat, sending Samuel a mischievous grin that goaded the older man to do the same if he dared. Despite the amazing autopilot Cassius took the steering wheel, nestling himself comfortably in the rich leather seats. Wooden furnishing only added to the overall impression of indulgent profligacy.
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Post by Susan on Sept 3, 2013 7:36:38 GMT -5
Samuel followed his friend out of the hotel room, and was by his side every step of the way. Despite not knowing where they were going, the Corellian had no qualms about following Cassius’ direction. Despite this being a strange and dangerous place, he knew that he was safe in the company of his lover, and the younger man certainly seem to know the lay of the land quite well. Samuel had always been a suspicious man, and could not help the paths that his mind followed, and he found himself curious as to why Cassius seemed so comfortable, almost familiar even, with the smugglers moon. It did not fit with the man that he knew, the high born Coruscanti noble with an incredibly distinguished bloodline. This was Samuel’s first time this far out from the core, yet Cassius wore the place like a glove, as if he had lived here all of his life.
As they traversed the hallways of the hotel, the royal advisor could not help but notice the gaudy decorations, clearly the proprietors had made their best effort to design this place to appeal to the kind of higher class custom that Nar Shaddaa simply did not attract. It was as if the decorators had saw an image of an upper tier Coruscant luxury hotel, in the dark whilst squinting, and tried hard to replicate the sight. Samuel would applaud the attempt, if the result was not quite so appalling. As entertaining as the last few hours had been, Samuel would prefer that their time on this world was cut short sooner rather than later.
”I am sure it will be. Although as you well now, I am a man that is seldom easily entertained.” The Corellian allowed a small smile to his friend at his little joke. Over the years the pair of them had spent a lot of time together, taking in many different activities. A few of which were not as enjoyable as they both had suspected. One particular Corellian operetta that had rave reviews, left both men feeling disappointed and robbed. Since then Samuel had been more reluctant to try new things, although he had learnt that with Cassius, new could often be better.
The older male began to wonder where exactly there were heading as they moved deeper through the hotel, when they arrived at what appeared to be a parking garage. He had assumed that their driver would meet them out front, but perhaps it was not safe to do so – and so the vehicle would be awaiting them here. That was understandable. As they approached a rather elegant looking open topped speeder, Samuel noted with a minor note of bewilderment that it was bereft of a sentient driver – he had never really been comfortable in the automated models. Although his bewilderment became something more approaching panic as his friend quite literally jumped into the speeder. It would seem that Cassius planned to drive this piece of machinery, another thing that was most unbecoming of someone with his stock.
His face a little pale, the Corellian walked around the stationary speeder, opening the passenger side door and despite his many reservations, stepped inside. He had a feeling that Cassius expected him to enter in much the same lavish manner as he himself did, the wide grin certainly underlined that point. Samuel would not even pretend to dream of doing something so reckless and overly flamboyant, he was too old for that stuff. Instead he sat himself down on the passenger seat, which was mightily comfy and despite himself he found himself appreciating the small touch of luxury in this grime-filled environment. ”This is... most unorthodox Cassius. Is your driver ill?” Samuel had a feeling that the question was a moot point, but he held out a little bit of hope. He held his hands upon his knees, anxiously looking around the vehicle for some sign of an actual driver hiding somewhere. All that he found that this speeder was tantamount to a work of art. It certainly fit Cassius far more than Nar Shaddaa did. ”This is very nice, you had it custom made?” Whilst Samuel did not know much about speeders, or really care for them, this was far more lavish than any of the models he had rode in previously, and he tried to make sure there was no credit to spare when it came to his personal transportation.
There was no doubt that he was still feeling uncomfortable here, perhaps more so inside this speeder that lacked a driver, but that did not mean he could not converse with his friend. He was a man of words, it was his profession and his life - he could be on his death bed and still make a quip about the garish curtains. Silently though, he was hoping that this was the thing Cassius wanted to show him, and not that they were using it as transportation. He sensed that this was more than a tad in vain.
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Post by Poludnica on Sept 4, 2013 14:06:08 GMT -5
Not many things made Cassius life full – from early age he had been emotionally cold, detached individual that lacked empathy and deeper connection with feelings. It often made his existence bland and uninteresting like a geriatric meal forced down one's throat. Blind ambition, flawless ideals, and perfectionism weren't the main reasons that pushed Cassius into master the Force. No, it was a primal urge to experience everything life had to offer. Nothing made one feel so alive like a threat of immediate death and nothing woke up this much thrill as besting another warrior. Driving a furiously fast speeder came as a third item on Cassius private adrenaline junkie list. The rush of air, bright lights only strengthened the untainted pleasure of the experience.
”I can only take this many operas a week.” The man let out a tired sigh. Such intellectual pursuits were pleasant and on the outside Cassius belonged to people that revered such things but Nar Shaddaa would always bring a different side of him The reckless mercenary, brave warrior and relentless hunter of the dark ones part of the aged noble remained dormant until the Hutt space spark brought them back to life. He morphed then into a being of more youthful and less dignified attitude. To conquer even a part of Nar Shaddaa Cassius had been forced to accept its morally dubious ways.
He didn't have to look at his friend to know how Samuel felt about it all. The Force brought a scent of fear mixed with disbelief. A smile spread on Cassius' thin lips. The man liked the fact he could surprise even the closest of people – secrets gave power, not many suspected of what the Livco owner truly was. Certainly he had Samuel fooled, which was a feat as the Corellian adviser had sharp, cunning intellect. His only mistake was to follow narrow stereotypes, almost everyone else stumbled over. Though the question his friend asked earned him a peculiar, impish borderline ironic glance from the younger man. ”Look at this shiny masterwork.” Cassius lovingly patted the luxurious upholstering. Almost as if in response the three core micro fusion cell engine began to hum when the turbines and coils heated up. It was beautiful, clear sound that betrayed a true masterpiece among modern speeders. ”Do you think I would let anyone drive it?” He asked and gently patted a small display screen, disengaging any autopilot.
The speeder began the slow ascend toward the garage doors. Despite the cautiousness Samuel did appreciate the finery the craft was made with. It was what Cassius liked about his close friend, even when taken by surprise he tried to maintain the calm front. Strand of the Force were still agitated around him, even more so now when the speeder started to gain speed. ”Custom made on Raltiir.” The aristocrat nodded, something akin to a mirthful grin curled his lips, softening normally hawkishly sharp features. ”The factory I want to show you isn't far away.” That was the extend of comfort Cassius would offer his paramour - he was never one to coddle fearful creatures. ”Hang on, it may shake a bit on the rapid ascend.” The Livco owner offered with a mischief gleam in his eyes before the speeder darted into the night sky.
The lines around them blurred as the machine gained speed. Cassius skillfully navigated through the swarm of other skycars, some missing by a mere inch. To the outsider it looked as if he was simply crazy, provoking fate and bound to crash but the Force guided him, not eyes and rapid reflexes made the travel safer than one could believe. Of course the man was fully aware how this little trip would influence Samuel but to know Nar Shaddaa and his business there, the Corellian had to try a bit of thrilling danger it brought.
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Post by Susan on Sept 6, 2013 7:36:56 GMT -5
Samuel took Cassius’ comment about the opera as an interesting one to make. Perhaps that was why they were on this backwater rock, there certainly would not be any opera out here. Not unless you counted street theatre, of which he was sure there were numerous muggings and murders going on at this very second. The higher echelon of society that the two men inhabited only allowed for a certain amount of acceptable activities, and in a way the Corellian could understand his friend’s frustration. Especially since it was the off season on Coruscant, there had not been anything fresh and exciting for several months. Although there was rumour of a young woman on Corulag that was causing quite the splash, something that he would keep an eye out for. He did wonder though if he should start looking for other things to keep his friend entertained, whilst not many there were other opportunities that were acceptable for them to do together. Of course, the one they had engaged in several hours previous was likely not one of them. More because of the casual nature of the intimacy, if anything, the Coruscanti aristocracy tended to treat anything behind closed doors as clandestine and scandalous. It could sometimes be tiring.
His beady eyes looked his companion over for several moments, trying to figure him out. They had known each other for many years now, yet this was a side of him that Samuel had never before seen. The younger male afforded the machine a level of affection that the royal advisor had rarely seen from his companion, he had not expected Cassius to enjoy something so ordinary this much. As far as Samuel was concerned, a speeder was a tool to get from one place to another. It was not something that was treated with the same kind of appreciation as a loved one. But part of him perked up to remind him that there was a reason why he was only learning about this strange fixation now, perhaps his friend was trusting him all the more – and that could be nothing but a good thing. ”I would guess not. It is just not what I expected, that is all.” Samuel allowed a small smile at his possibly slightly insane friend, although that soon faded and almost curled into a frown as he saw what came up on the vehicles heads up display. ”Is that really wise, Cassius?” Samuel felt that he kept even the slightest hints of fear out of his voice, although could not prevent an eyebrow rising in speculation, as it often did in such situations. If taking a speeder without a driver was unorthodox, then driving without the autopilot was practically unheard of. Although despite his trepidation, he trusted his friend and would not leave, despite much of his body willing him to do so.
He was not surprised that his assumption was correct, and he was pleased that the speeder’s origin was the core – at least some things would not change. It was a rather comfortable mode of transportation, although despite that he hoped the journey would not be too long. He was reassured by the knowledge that they were not travelling far, although the fact that they were visiting a factory was a little unsettling. Factories tended to be filth ridden and often employed those of a lower species.
Shortly thereafter, he was starting to regret putting his faith in a man that was clearly somewhat gripped by insanity. The speeder took off with little ceremony, but it then bolted through the sky, as if trying to escape an unseen predator. The craft blazed haphazardly through the air, coming terrifyingly close to kissing bumpers with other speeders as it did so. The end to the horrific journey eventually came to an end, and it seemed like near on an eternity to the bewildered Corellian. Once Cassius brought the custom made skycar to a complete halt, Samuel without hesitation stepped out to feel solid ground beneath his feet.
He then promptly vomited.
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Post by Poludnica on Sept 10, 2013 6:54:28 GMT -5
”After all those years I can still surprise you.” Cassius replied smugly, with a n enigmatic smile ghosting across his lips. He wasn't overly empathetic person, never truly cared much about others well-being. His noble goals and often misinterpreted chivalry stemmed from strict moral code – black and white believes rather than altruistic nature. In Cassius world everyone always had to take responsibility for own actions, weaknesses and poor choices. ”Fear is a weakness, Samuel. Fight with it.” The grey master answered to his friend's concern. ”Trust me.” He added before another dash, barely avoiding the clash with another speeder. What meant seconds for Samuel though stretched to minutes when Cassius began to trail the strands of the Force, listening to its quiet, murmurous warnings. Thanks to the brash speed and seemingly careless driving the machine touched down on a roof that belonged to the large factory. The building loomed over Corellian Sector. A place of lavish gambling, dominated mostly by Humans yet lacking the stench of decay poor districts held. The factory itself was tucked away along with other smaller buildings, away from the merchants' housing. Its purpose was dull but insanely profitable – gambling chits. Only before Cassius had established himself in the high end gambling field he had dared to reach for spice and slavery. Not many in the Core knew what his true business really had been. What brought money pouring into the Republic space. After surprisingly delicate descent, Cassius got out through the doors like a proper citizen. There were guards around already with his right hand Broca waiting for the boss. A slightly disgusted look crossed his features at Samuel throwing his guts out on the metal floor of the building. ”Send the bots to clean that up. My friend felt...ill.” A cheeky grin danced on his lips before the Liviana patriarch walked toward a large Corellian, patting him friendlily on the back. ”Broca, this is the Corellian adviser to the king,Samuel Cromwell. Be nice.” Cassius started and smiled, noting his friend's eyes widening. The brute of a man his guard and confidant seemed to be, he also was a patriot. They all were. ”It's an honor, sir.” Broca bowed his head in a polite salute like any good soldier would – ignoring the ungraceful behavior. ”Broca is my old friend and a chief of Livco security. Saved my hide more than once.” Cassius explained, which immediately caused a new sense of pride to swell in the aged veteran – which showed in taller posture and proudly puffed chest. Even a powerful force user valued a good slug thrower sniper. ”Everything alright?” He asked, suddenly remembering he should actually be concern about Samuel's well-being. Apparently it would be a humane thing to do – it took years for the former Jedi master to teach Cassisu what that word truly meant. Around them men bearing Livco symbol on their armors. Handpicked by Broca, those that left the glorious army to work in much more profitable and relatively safer private sector. Many of them special operation officers, deemed too old for duty but Cassius valued their experience – eagerly paying for cybernetic implants to give their bodies new life. So they could serve once more. (( Broca ? for ref. :3 ))
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Post by Susan on Sept 25, 2013 9:22:24 GMT -5
The instant the undigested matter was purged from his body, Samuel felt hugely embarrassed. He felt that the action was understandable given the circumstances, as far as he was concerned no one should even attempt to drive like Cassius just had. Whilst it was understandable, it did not mean it was acceptable, at least not to himself. Samuel Cromwell was a hugely important and influential member of the Corellian nobility, it was beneath a man of such stature to demonstrate such weakness. It was bad enough that it was in the presence of someone else of similar standing, but he soon began to realise that his little pantomime had an audience. Hired guns most likely, lower class thugs who would likely not even be able to dream of some of the finer matters that Samuel and Cassius took as a matter of course. The humiliation of someone far above them was likely a great highlight for the lower class bottom feeders.
After several moments hunched over, the Corellian finally felt well enough to return to an upright position and join his friend. He did not apologise for the degrading display, as that would only be an added embarrassment, he merely decided to pretend that nothing untoward had happened and proceeded with the situation as normal. As he joined his companion, Samuel noted that one of the hired guns was set apart from the others, and noted with some surprise as he was embraced by Cassius – the Coruscanti really was showing a new side of him on this trip. The other man was quite large, and clearly not unused to getting his hands dirty. In some ways Samuel considered this man to have a certain rugged handsomeness, but any minor attraction was merely a physical thing and nothing worth further thought. The face did seem somewhat familiar, however at this moment the royal advisor could not quite place it.
Yet another surprise for the older man when the apparent mercenary bowed down in a rather respectful salute as to his introduction. Cassius trained his dogs well, it seemed. This was good.”The pleasure is mine, I am certain that your services are valued greatly by Cassius and by the Livco company as a whole.” The words came out with practised ease, matched with a near perfected smile, the politician within him taking control of the situation. Although another part of his brain was rattling around, the name as well as the face was excruciatingly familiar.
That niggling thought was shelved for the moment, and he turned to his companion, the smile remaining but gaining perhaps an ounce of legitimacy. ”The journey here unsettled me somewhat, but I will cope, thank you Cassius.” The politician could not prevent the small amount of sarcasm slipping into his words. The speeder ride certainly was a memorable experience, but not one that he was particularly thankful for. ”As much as I love a little jaunt into the, ah, countryside – is there any particular reason I am here, outer rim factories are hardly something I am well versed in.” Despite the insistence that he was fine, Samuel still felt a little queasy, and this coupled with the less than ideal scenery was coupling to making the Corellian more and more irritable. This place had less of the pleasing floral scents of the Corellian gardens, and more the three day old excrement miasma more common with a lower class of living. Much lower.
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Post by Poludnica on Sept 26, 2013 9:19:39 GMT -5
Like a true high born socialite, Samuel gracefully pretended the puddle of puke didn't exist. Cassius rarely found things truly funny, unless in a cold, cruel manner. This was no different, and a devilish nature that hid behind a charming mask felt nicely tickled by the image. It was admirable truly to recoil so fast into an elegant statuesque figure as if nothing had happened. Yes, Cassius liked his friend for this ability to adjust so quickly. A fast mind, sharp wits. A man of high standards, the Liviana wouldn't like any less. ”Broca is not only a hired mercenary but a good friend, Samuel.” Cassius noted when the Corellian adviser talked to Broca as if he was a simple hireling. That wasn't truth at all -”We have been through hell and back.” A gentle smile graced the dark haired man's thin lips. The soldier at those words proudly puffed his chest.
A wraith like chuckle escaped him when Samuel commented dryly on the journey they just had. ”What a life would be without simple pleasures that remind us how fragile it is? Cassius asked theatrically, a rhetoric question one could hear in a pompous classical play. ”I wanted to show you somet...” The Liviana heir frowned and hastily looked to the former special operation. Broca didn't say a word, instead listened to the comm device embedded in his ear. The grey knight's hones senses immediately picked up change in the air.
”What is it?” He asked sharply, turning away from Samuel. Used to his bosses' skills, Broca only nodded before turning off the device. ”We may have a problem.” The veteran started, mercenaries around him reacted in an instant, reading weapons. Cassius lifted his hand to still them – urging Broca to speak. ”Vejik is here, demands a meeting.” The Liviana heir's face expression didn't change one bit, despite worry that nestled in the atmosphere.
Vejik – a rag tag Twi'lek that didn't like Cassius stepping into his territory. A human from the Core so boldly ripping away the sacred territory his gang dwelt in. A low life, nothing more that couldn't lift a finger to threaten Cassius and his Hutt allies. ”I will deal with it.” Broca concluded with a distaste but the tall aristocrat stopped him with a dismissive wave of the hand. ”Send him up.” Liviana ordered with a small smile. A side glance to Samuel inspired an idea – maybe instead of telling his friend about his deals and powers, he would simply show him. Broca gave his boss an unsure gaze, frowning with displeasure. Risking a high ranking official life didn't sit well with his patriotic soul but knew better than to argue.
”Don't be alarmed, Samuel.” He calmed his friend and watched the small crew consisted of three aliens appearing at the edge of the roof. The tall Twi'lek was shadowed by a female of his kind, crimson and frail looking. Probably a symbol of a status tho Cassius only sneered on that. The last from the group roused enough interest for him to consider the arrival with a careful gaze. A Zabrak or a mongrel of one. Tall, lean wearing black robes. Exotic tattoos covered half of his sharp features. A Force user, covered in a dark side stench. Of considerable power but still a mere fly. Like many others, Vejik believed Cassius was rumored to be one but never knew a true extend of the man's power.
Not many did until it was too late.
Liviana heir stepped between them and his guest. The Livco security spread to guard the perimeter with Broca taking the best sniping spot by now. With all the tension visible in the Twi'lek and his toys Cassius remained lackadaisically relaxed with hands digging out a cigarette. ”Vejik, what brings your disgusting blue self into a kryat dragon den?” Cassius asked apathetically, lighting a cigarette with the engraved lighter in a gesture that suggested bored dismissal.
”Has your pathetic little life grown so boring, you decided to end it?”
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Post by Susan on Oct 7, 2013 8:25:44 GMT -5
Samuel’s projectile activity was not an issue in this situation, but the way he treated with the man he was introduced to could become one. It was a bit of a faux pas on the Corellian’s part, something that he was seldom guilty of. His mistake was made abundantly clear by Cassius, and whilst there was no anger in his voice, it was quite clear that he had offended the Coruscanti and whatever this new side to him was. This Broca was clearly an important part of this less classy version of Cassius Liviana, and Samuel knew well enough what that meant he had to do. ”My apologies, Broca. Although I am honest in the fact that the pleasure is mine. Perhaps sometime we can discuss more about your... experiences with Cassius. I am certainly seeing a new side to him, and I would be honoured if you were able to help me better understand it all.” Smiles and hand gestures accompanied the near-grovelling on display from the Corellian advisor, and whilst the fawning was a little out of character it stopped just short of embarrassing, and that was exactly what Samuel was aiming for.
With that little detour dealt with, Samuel turned back to his weekend companion, and was glad that the situation seemed to be moving along smoothly. He was not quite sure what he was here for, but he hoped it would make up for the hellish journey over. Unfortunately the smooth sailing seemed to be long gone now, Cassius interrupted mid flow and he did not seem too happy about it. The Corellian almost faded into the background as the group of mercenaries around him bustled around doing this that and the other, with Cassius clearly in charge and fully aware of what he was doing. Samuel did not think much of the situation until his friend tried to soothe him, and then he did begin to become somewhat agitated. ”Cassius, what is going on here? Perhaps I should have remained at the hotel.” The fear creeping up on him had not yet infiltrated his speech, but it was certainly getting there. And it gained more of a foothold as Samuel noted the new arrivals. It was not unexpected to see beings like this way out here in the armpit of the universe, but despite that truth Samuel was not all that comfortable being face to face with them without the safety of his beloved core.
Cassius moved himself between the alien intruders and the Corellian advisor, but Samuel was not sure how much comfort this brought. Even with all of his security scattered around the place, the Coruscanti businessman was still just that, a man. Flesh and bone that would vaporise under the heat of a blaster bolt, and these newcomers certainly looked like the type to open fire with little hesitation. Despite the euphoria and elation of a few hours ago, Samuel was really starting to regret his decision of coming on this little vacation. He was far too important to become another faceless corpse on this backwater at the arse end of nowhere. Maybe he should have hid behind the tough looking brute that he had earlier offended, although at this moment Broca was nowhere to be seen. As much as he trusted and cared for Cassius, Samuel highly doubted he afforded any sort of protection to either of them.
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Oct 8, 2013 12:26:33 GMT -5
Post by Poludnica on Oct 8, 2013 12:26:33 GMT -5
”It is a good place to be now Samuel.” Cassius' voice was calm, lighthearted even with hints of boyish agitation and expectancy. He didn't mind the Corellian learning about his secret, on the contrary. There was a true value in the power he held, one beyond Samuel's baldest dreams. The avdisor of course felt threatened, the Coruscanti noble could sense it. Thick, sweet odour of fear. Even some guardsmen showed the telltales of it, those that served him not enough to know Cassius could stand his own and their services were mostly for show during such events. The CEO stepped forward, in his hand a gilded hilt appeared, seemingly out of thin air. ”Let's do it then.” He smiled charmingly at the Twi'lek and his skank, ignoring the foul Zabrak entirely. With a soft hiss the lightsaber cut the air, putting an azure glow on Cassius sharp features.
Vejik moved away, dread painted on his alien features but the foolish Zabrak felt offended by Cassius offhanded comment. He sprung into action, shortening distance to the human with an outstanding speed of a trained force user. Being good was never enough to take Cassius down though, not someone who stubbornly pushed through training for four decades. He didn't really need the saber to take this brash youngster down but Cassius needed a good show to put in front of his guest. And so the Zabrak delivered.
The human master engaged in a clean, Soresu form elegantly deceiving his aggressive foe that awkwardly stumbled forward. To the untrained eye it could look as if the fight was rather even until Cassius didn't acrobatically leaped side wise, cutting low, severing the Zabrak's palm that held the viciously red saber. The alien screamed out in agony, falling face down to the ground. No blood trickled though as the heat of the lightsaber immediately sealed the wound that now reeked like a burned chicken. Nonchalantly Cassius stepped over the writhing body and toward the paled Twi'lek. ”You were saying....” The grey master inquired with a broad grin that stood in sharp contrast to the terrified blue alien.
”I...” Vejik started, taking few frantic steps back, almost stumbling though his obviously drugged plaything just blankly stared at the whole scene. Cassius spread his arms in a seemingly helpless gesture and turned to face Samuel. ”What should I do with an alien filth that dares to ruin this perfect evening?” The Coruscanti noble asked theatrically, patting Samuel on the back. He had to speak a bit louder so his impeccably cadent voice rose above the pathetic cries of the Zabrak. ”Silence!” Cassius ordered finally, tired of those meaningless moans. The telepathic order seared the alien's nerves, leaving the creature confused and choked into silence.
”You just can't get a decent help these days.” The dark haired human told Vejik who was close to falling to his knees. The fool really thought he would coax Cassius into a duel he couldn't win based off some ill fitted arrogance. Those idiots never learned and the Twi'lek was never the brightest of them. The CEO tucked away the hilt of his saber, before looking back at Samuel.
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Oct 8, 2013 21:21:55 GMT -5
Post by Susan on Oct 8, 2013 21:21:55 GMT -5
Samuel Cromwell was an intelligent man. A Corellian of vaunted breeding and hugely influential in local politics. He had represented the King in many situations, some of them incredibly difficult and complex, yet he had always knew how best to carry himself. Always he was able to think his way out of a problematic situation, and emerge triumphant at the end of it. What was occurring right now was far from his area of expertise. A few moments ago he was dreading being dragged across this dross filled mire, feeling incredibly uncomfortable with just about everything around him. Right now he would trade anything to be back there.
At some point he had fallen to the ground, shuffling back unconsciously as if trying to escape the chaos involving before him, only to discover that he had very little control over his bearings. The previous speeder journey had shook him up enough, let alone the mini invasion of loathsome little insects. This unexpected and somewhat frightening interruption was not even the worst part of all of this, the small parts of his mind that had yet to be complete overcome with terror had noted that his companion did not seem to be effected in the same way he himself clearly were. Cassius Liviana was a man very similar to the Corellian advisor, and if he cowered in fear besides Samuel, the older man would not have thought any less of him, in fact he would think everything was just peachy. Yet his friend was not acted how he would expect, despite his small legion of security he was at the forefront, not hiding behind those obviously more qualified to be cannon fodder. He was calm and he faced the hostile scag-breathers as easily and simply as Samuel would approach a Corellian noble. Then came more.
It only took a few seconds, and then it was over, he was not even sure if his eyes saw what they were telling him he saw. Perhaps it was some delusion brought on by the crippling fear. Perhaps he was already dead and this was all just a fantasy. How could he really have seen his trusted friend and ally draw the weapon of the Jedi, and despatch with a fearsome foe with such obvious ease. Samuel’s brain was still frightened with submission, and offered up no logical explanations. Later, when it was feeling a little more brave, it would begin piecing together a few minor oddities over the last few years that strung together made a lot more sense alongside this new information. Samuel was still afraid, but some of his faculties were coming back to him, and now another feeling was coming up to join the fear. Shame and embarrassment of his self. He knew Cassius as best as he thought any man could know another, yet he kept such a great secret. Samuel did not trust the Jedi all that much, in truth he was jealous of the tremendous power they helped, power that he would never feel. Yet he had been only inches away all this time.
After a few moments jibbering to himself on the floor, Samuel managed to force the presence of mind to rise his body up off the floor and elevate his frame to its full height. Just in time for Jedi Master Liviana to approach him. He flinched ever so slightly as the younger man touched him gently, there was no doubt that he saw Cassius in a new light now. He had always revered and respected the man, but now there was fear, too. That was unacceptable, this was someone he trusted with his life, with almost all his deepest secrets. For years he had been a good friend and an excellent ally, in various manners. Samuel Cromwell was not a common peasant to be frightened and alienated away from his friends just because an uncomfortable truth was revealed. He was the future leader of the Galactic Republic, he would face greater challenges than this soon enough, and he knew just how to deal with this now. The same way he had managed to mask his fear in previous occasions mirroring this, though none were quite so rough. He would mask his fear with anger.
”My opinion on the unclean is well documented, and you should well know what should be done, Jedi.” He was angry with Cassius, although it was more in the moment than anything world shattering. In a few hours time he would be much more calmed down, and have questions. Lots of questions. ”You despatched with the first with relative ease, the same should be done with the rest, I’d wager. They are guilty of being part of the great disease. They are a tumour, a pest, and they should be exterminated.” Samuel was starting to border on the hysterical now, and he knew it, but there was very little he could do about it. It had to come out, and it was much better than cowering in a ball of fear and his own urine.
The Corellian took his gaze away from the handsome Jedi for a few moments, his beady little eyes searching the vicinity for Broca. Samuel’s brain was perking up a little bit, and it was starting to question why someone with the power Cassius clearly wielding would require a bear of a man like that as chief of security. The Coruscanti could clearly handle himself. There was a noise that served to startle him, although it was only the disengaging of the blade belonging to the businessman-come-Jedi. This rose the comfort level a few small levels, without the trademark weapon of the Jedi in such plain sight, Samuel could almost imagine that the man before him was no different than the one he had dined with back on Coruscant just a few days earlier. The core felt so far away right about now. ”So this factory. What is it for, other than attracting the local compost heap?” The politician tried once more to keep his voice steady and even, but no longer was he able to keep the fear out of his voice. His attempts to make his speech seem calm and regular were ultimately in vain. Being cowardly and hiding behind nothing was clearly not an option anymore, so Samuel had switched back to a mode that had helped him many times before, and had been so useful with the small vomiting issue just a few minutes previous. He pretended that the uncomfortable situation did not exist. Or at least he tried too.
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Oct 14, 2013 14:24:15 GMT -5
Post by Poludnica on Oct 14, 2013 14:24:15 GMT -5
Anger that covered fear – how...predictably disappointing. He understood even if barely the need for Samuel to cower as the Corellian had no means of defending himself. Still, his friend's reaction earned a smirk of dismissal that only after a moment turned to a soft, reassuring smile. Cassius knew Samuel would get over it, finding a true meaning behind such power. First there were few facts to set straight. ”I am no Jedi , Samuel.” The tall human started. ”Never was, never will.” The Livco owner adjusted few wrinkled that appeared on his expensive suit during the struggle.
”They call us 'grey ones'. Those that never chose dark side nor light side to thread on.” The Corellian's voice became high-pitched to the point of lurking hysteria. Cassius frowned, wondering if he didn't misjudged Samuel.The Coruscanti businessman always saw his friend as evenly cold and calculating. Not a squeaking damsel in distress. ”You are in right, though, friend about the alien filth surrounding us.” Cassius moved away, noting how Samuel winced at his touch. The younger man's presence grew much colder now. Distant.
The Zabrak writhed on the ground, his cries turned into vapid moans. Few minutes and the creature may retain shreds of dignity. Enough to fight once more. ”I don't know about you, Samuel, but I abhor straight up murder.” The hilt vanished once more in the pocket of the jacket, air around the Corellian changed accordingly. This was the perfect example why Cassius kept his forces a well-maintained secret. The Force users were often believed to belong with the Jedi or Jedi wash outs. There was nothing noble about them. Dignified. More so, others were scared like Samuel now. If not for this random occurrence the Corellian would most likely be held in the dark for the next few years.
”Sometimes, there is no other way.” Even before Cassius motioned at Broca, the large soldier walked toward the Zabrak and without any hesitation put two slugs into the alien's skull. Crimson mist exploded in the air and the goddess awful noise stopped. No one was there to protest or stop the execution. This certainly confirmed the Corellian could be as ruthless as initial guess suggested.
The Twi'lek began to beg pathetically, like a whimpering sewer rat. He had been dispatched too – his female plaything finally woke up from the shocked slumber and tried to flee. It ended with a large wound in the back. Cassius didn't grace the scene with a glance and motioned on his guests to follow him. If Corellian insisted that nothing was going on, who was he to spoil the impression? ”This is the first factory I invested on Nar Shaddaa.” The younger man explained briefly. ”This is from where all this wealth comes from.” They left the landing pad where his men began to clean the mess. Inside there was a clean, neat elevator that led straight to the main office level.
”Livco you know is a mere...hobby.” Cassius added with a Delphic smile. Samuel didn't demand to be sent back to the hotel. That was a start.
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Post by Susan on Oct 16, 2013 8:46:16 GMT -5
Samuel was not sure if his friend’s explanation made him feel any better. Although it made a little more sense. From what he was aware, the Jedi did not really hide away and keep their powers a secret – and certainly they did not hide in plain sight. They were galactic peacekeepers devoted to helping people, Cassius mingled with the upper echelon of high society on the greatest planet in the verse, when more thought was given it was clear that he was not a Jedi. The Corellian did not know much about these grey one’s, but he found it comforting, if only a little, that the younger man apparently was not interested in following the dark side. His knowledge of force users as a whole was very limited, but he knew enough about the dark side to know that it was bad news. Even if the apparent power on offer was really quite alluring.
Suddenly though, the situation was not about Cassius’ hidden talents, but rather what to do with the would be assassins battered and broken before them. The Zabrak force user was clearly out for the count, but the other two needed to be dealt with. The male worm face seemed to realise the kind of trouble he was suddenly in, not that a knowledge of one’s imminent demise would be enough to save his skin. Samuel’s attention was pulled away from the cowering pile of poodoo, and his dark eyes snapped across to his companion. At Cassius’ words memories of his older brother Michael resurfaced, specifically that fateful night where his life was extinguished. ”It is often the case where the situation presents no other alternative.” Samuel kept his voice as calm as he could, speaking directly to his friend, but he could not keep his mind from wandering, and the image of his brother’s murder replayed over and over in his head for several moments.
The advisor did not see the gesture made by the Livco CEO to his chief of security, but he noted the movements of the gruff looking Corellian, and he knew full well that was coming. He turned his back on the scene that was about to unfold, and counted the gunshots as they rang out behind him. One blast for each bottom feeding waste of space, it was far more than they deserved. It would likely have been a more efficient idea just to toss them off the roof of this factory, it would save on ammo for a start. Samuel wasted no time in grieving over the deaths of the three intruders. For one thing they had arrived here unannounced and uninvited, and it was clear that they had ill intentions in mind. They may have met their end here, but at the end of the day they were asking for it – even if they didn’t know how powerful Cassius was, it was a pretty stupid idea launching an attack in his own backyard surrounded by a dozen armed to the teeth bulldogs. And that was just one of the reasons why their untimely demise did not bother the ageing Corellian politician. They were impure non-corers, which meant that their deaths was only a good thing for the galaxy at any rate. It may only be a miniscule percentage, but it was three less aliens in existence – and that was a start.
Samuel and Cassius walked away from the scene of the triple homicide without so much as a glance back, and continued on as if everything was normal. Samuel was still more than a little shook up from the previous events and revelations, but a lifetime of mixing in the grandest of company and scaling the social ladder to the very top allowed him to continue on as if unfazed. He strolled off with Cassius, listening to what his friend had to say with interest. After the initial shock, the ambitious advisor began to think how this could best benefit him. The Liviana heir was already a powerful ally to have, and that was without all this Force stuff – maybe this could prove out even more useful than he had first anticipated all those years ago.
He knew that the Coruscanti nobleman had interests outside of the core, but he was not quite aware that he had built everything up from this scumbag-filled rock. It was certainly quite astonishing to go from one factory on a dank moon to the business empire he had now. ”Livco is a multi-billion credit organisation, Cassius. Dismissing it as a meagre hobby seems a tad unkind, I think.” The older man let out a small chuckle, it was genuine, although there were still hints of nervousness at the edges. ”Although perhaps I should see this vaunted factory of yours that makes your business pale in comparison.” Samuel was the observer here, the guest, there was very little input he could have on the situation other than just go along with it. And as it was, he was actually quite interested in what Cassius was up to. Privately he was beginning to wonder if he should sell his stocks in Livco, the price that they were at now he would make a killing.
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Post by Poludnica on Oct 17, 2013 4:18:57 GMT -5
Samuel stomached the scene pretty well which gave Cassius hope that their relationship would change for better – at worst, not at all. It made him wonder though how come the Corellian adviser felt so familiar with death to shake it off so easily. The nobles weren't known for being particularly enduring – rather weak, letting others doing their dirty job. Physically Samuel might have been rather fragile in comparison to Cassius who had trained his entire life but surely mentally stable. The Livco owner with appreciation discovered the adviser's emotions ran just as cold. ”Broca, tend to this mess, make sure Vejik's Exchange boss will get his head.” Cassius ordered before stepping into the elevator. The sniper shouldered his slug thrower rifle and nodded, vanishing behind the closing automatic doors.
”I admit to expect such calculating ruthlessness from you.” The grey master smiled before releasing his power from under the tight leash. Unlike on Coruscant, here people knew though no Force user loitered around to sense it. The air around Cassius thickened with the invisible power – the man's senses spread as did tentacles that sifted through the superficial thoughts idly. From but a dim light – an ant in the storm – Cassius erupted in the semi light of the Force. Lazily he pressed the button of the elevator without touching it, merely applying telekinetic pressure. ”Livco serves much greater purpose than simply bringing entertainment.” Cassius explained. ”It helps to keep my books...clean.” The dark haired human added with a cheeky smirk. He didn't openly admit the company was used as a financial cushion of money laundering.
The doors opened and pleasant scent of Coruscant flora greeted the two men. In the alley surrounded the large main hall people loitered. Every single one of them human, wearing neat, tidy uniform. They greeted Cassius with radiant smiles and kind words which their boss reciprocated with own gentle, encouraging expression. The change from the Cassius the cunning, grey master to the effeminate, soft CEO that adored his employees was almost jarring. His step was now lighter, gestures delicate and elegant – lacking any predatory quality.
The factory inside looked more like a pleasant corporate building of the Core than the slum born buildings in the Hutt cesspool. One could find semi expensive pictures and holo sculptures spread along the walls with pleasantly fragrant roses peering from designer's pots. ”I bought this factory when earned my knighthood on this very moon.” Cassius continues with the story, leading his friend to the efficiency, neatly prepared office. ”My master knew I couldn't be taught the ways of the Force without testing them, so took me to Nar Shaddaa.” A hint of nostalgia crept in normally even, emotionally void, though still indifferently pleasant voice. Those were the times...
Ah, to be young again.
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Oct 20, 2013 11:18:36 GMT -5
Post by Susan on Oct 20, 2013 11:18:36 GMT -5
The moment the elevator doors slid shut with barely a whisper, the entire situation changed. Gone was the gloomy Nar Shaddaa skyline, the angry looking mercenaries, the gruesome crime scene. All that remained was two men in a metal box, smoothly descending into the unknown. Somehow, Samuel found this really rather comforting. As much as discovering what Cassius really was frightened him somewhat, he also found that it could prove to be quite useful. The revelation did not seem to change the dynamic between them, at least not yet, and Samuel believed it safe to assume that Cassius meant no harm to him. If he did, then with the power he harnessed, such harm would have came a long time ago. But no, the force master was still his friend, his companion – he would prove to be a great ally to both Samuel’s own ambitions, and those of the Pius Dea.
The elevator began moving without any indication of activation, and it took a few moments for the Corellian to realise that the younger male likely made use of his advanced abilities. Already he had shown their importance in combat, but now he was displaying the potential hey had in everyday situations. It was a little bit lazy, but Samuel let out a small smirk nonetheless, it seemed like the Coruscanti was trying to impress him, and he liked that. They rode down together in silence, the royal advisor taking the time to think his options rather than engage in meaningless small talk. After the initial shock of it all, he had started getting to terms with what had happened, and what was still happening. He decided that it changed nothing, except maybe improve upon an already existing solid relationship. This was good.
The elevator did not take long to get to its destination, and when the doors reopened, Samuel was hit by a huge culture shock. It was if the small room had not just taken them deeper into the building, but rather halfway across the galaxy. The smells, the sights, nothing in front of him suggested they were still on Nar Shaddaa. This felt more like the core, more like Coruscant. It was clear that whilst Cassius did not abhor these fringe worlds as much as the older male, he still had good tastes, and that influenced his holdings way out on this rock. They walked together and the employees paid the expected respect to their employer, they were different to the mercenaries up on the roof. Like everything else down here, they seemed out of place for this moon. ”And now you act as though buying a factory as grand as this is something commonplace, you should not so easily dismiss your own achievements, Cassius. There are many on this world that would kill to have this kind of establishment. And I am sure many have done so for far less.” The force user spoke about his master, about his apparent time training on this villain invested moon. It would be a lie if Samuel said he was not interested, but it was not an issue that he would press. Whilst he was curious about all things Cassius, he was sure that there were some things that he did not want to know.
There were more pressing matters to address, at any rate. So far this day had been interesting to say the least, but he still had no idea what exactly was going on. ”This is all very impressive, Cassius. You say this is a factory, what exactly does it produce?” The little he had seen of the interior of this place so far made it look more like a luxurious spa rather than a factory. But as his companion had already proven today, first impressions can be very misleading.
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Oct 22, 2013 13:37:27 GMT -5
Post by Poludnica on Oct 22, 2013 13:37:27 GMT -5
((Sorry if craptastic, am rather tense and unproductive this week))
”I wouldn't sell those shares as of yet Samuel. The grey master chimed in, reading the shallow surface of separate thoughts that were spread before him in the strings of the Force. He didn't really hear them, not like a common rabble imagined the telepathy worked. They felt like his own, but where so surprising they couldn't have been. Cassius spent years on learning how to separate such notions from his own freely flowing consciousness. Pluck those intruders out and morph them into a cohesive echo. ”The company will only grow, bringing you even more credits than it does today.” The man casually continued as if he just hadn't stolen an unspoken thought.
A lazy chuckle escaped him when Samuel praised this accomplishments. As pleasant as it was, the grey master had learned not to wallow in such things. Always something could be done better. ”Thank you, you are most kind Samuel.” Liviana heir smiled warmly and waved his hand at the doors that opened to the spacious office. The plushy carpet was colored in deep burgundy, with cream walls. Two paintings adorned the space – classical pieces of the Core art. They presented scenes from Pius Dea crusades: violent and gory but oddly enough, tastefully clashed with the calm interior.
”Parts for the ships.” Cassius replied while sinking into a white cushion coach. ”That I sell to spice smugglers who spread the drug all over the alien infested Rim worlds...Ryloth, Iridonia, Falleen.” The man explained, gesturing for Samuel to bring some wine from the desk. It was a crystal bottle, filled with fragrant crimson liquid. Of course if the advisor had been an official guest Cassius of course would do it himself but they were way pass this point. ”Never to the Core.” The tall human asserted. ”I never sh*t where I sleep.” He added with a serious expression though slightly curved edges of thin mouth betrayed flickers of humor.
Samuel certainly didn't know this second Cassius choice of language that was much less official. Learned in the Nar Shaddaa underbelly.
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Oct 30, 2013 10:19:49 GMT -5
Post by Susan on Oct 30, 2013 10:19:49 GMT -5
Samuel’s forehead wrinkled into a well practised frown at his friend’s words. Once again he found that he was guilty of underestimating Cassius Liviana. The powers he had displayed already were clearly just a small taste of what he had to offer, the little comment here accompanying yet another teaser. ”I pride myself on having an unreadable face Cassius, this you know. It has come to my aid in many occasions, within politics and otherwise. Alas it seems that the fact that you can pluck the thoughts out of my head renders this ability inert.” Samuel was not too worried about the revelation that his companion could read his mind, albeit somewhat unsettled. The two elder men were on pretty much the same wavelength at any rate, their thoughts and desires often followed the same path. There were still some things that Samuel had yet to reveal to the younger male, and he made a mental note to keep his thoughts guarded when it came to those deepest darkest secrets – at least for the time being. ”My wealth hardly is in need of expanding further, but it will take your advice to heart. Perhaps I will even purchase more.” A short chuckle escaped the Corellian’s smirking lips at his little quip, although he was not entirely joking. Whilst it was true he was a man of great means, this did not mean he did not want more. He wouldn’t consider himself a greedy man, just one who took advantage of any situation that presented itself to him.
As they progressed further into the ‘factory’, Samuel observed the surroundings around him. His initial assessment still rang true, it was as if Cassius had transported a high class Coruscanti establishment to this scum covered rock. The truth likely was not far from that, clearly the Livco CEO had made great effort to transform this place into something more suiting to a man of his standing. A genuine smile formed upon the Corellian’s face as he admired the wall art, stepping away from Cassius for a moment to admire them better. ”These are rare pieces, I did not even think that they still existed. You never cease to surprise, Cassius Liviana.” The last part was spoken quietly, barely more than a whisper and more to himself than to his companion, although there was little doubt that the Coruscanti businessman heard every syllable. Samuel stood appreciating the paintings for several moments before walking over to join the now seated younger man. He gathered up the exquisite bottle indicated and the two accompanying glasses on his way to sit down besides Cassius.
Without hesitation, Samuel took it upon himself to open up the bottle – taking a brief sniff – and pouring out a half glass each for himself and his friend. ”Whilst I admit that such business practices are something I would never expect you to be involved with, I am glad that you limit your input to the unwashed denizens that cloud this galaxy.” There was the slightest of twitches in his right eyebrow at Cassius’ choice of words, but the future senator otherwise neglected to respond to the harsh language. ”This factory is part of Livco, or another company owned by a variety of fictional personas?” Samuel grinned at his little joke that he thought was rather funny. His knowledge outside of the core was limited, but he felt he had a grasp of how these things worked, it seemed quite obvious really.
He didn’t, and it wasn’t.
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