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Carnor Jax
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 Post Posted: Thu, March 13th 2008 07:34pm    Post subject: Imperial Palace, Lower Levels
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"Five thousand an hour it is."

A luxury speeder sat hovering near one of the personal balconies of 500 Republica, where a distinctly feminine figure stood. The words were lost in the rain, and the woman climbed into the rear area, beneath the open hatch. The door swung closed, the repulsors whining as the vehicle banked and made for a different area: the Imperial Palace.

The ride was smooth, the speeder tight-beaming a top-level security clearance to the security network. Fighters immediately parted ways, and point-defense guns stood down as the vehicle streaked towards an open landing pad, where the jet-black transport settled with the muffled creak of support struts on duracrete. A transparisteel dome rose up from the sides of the pad, enclosing the area from the torrent without, and the door opened again to allow the woman to exit.

Lightning streaked across the sky, briefly illuminating the figure striding towards the enclosed area. The female was roughly 168 centimeters tall, slim but muscular, with jet-black hair done in a single thick braid to the small of her back. Her curvaceous form, silhouetted against the after flash, was clad in a black rancor leather corset, set with silver hooks up her midline, and a flowing skirt of black silk, which complimented the dark eyes that swept the shadows.

"You are Lylla. Walk with me."

The voice was soft, but filled with a calm authority. It spoke from the shadows, and seemed to resonate within her very core. To his mild surprise, she did not shy away or dip her head in acknowledgement of his words, but with a voice that was soft but not meek, responded. "Carnor Jax. Rumors spoke that you had fallen at Korriban, or that Vader killed you." A slight smile curled her lips, almost a sneer. "It'll be a pleasure having a dead man for a client."

The woman was a firebrand: that much was sure. Perfect for what he had in mind. The figure stepped from the shadows, wearing a full black suit of Sovereign Protector armor, with a platinum shoulder pauldron across the right of his chest, A fine silk cloak, shimmering Imperial Blue with the Imperial Seal in black, billowed with the motion before settling behind him. "Your previous clients have all had wonderful things to say about you, particularly your level head and your sense of taste They all seem to view your arrogance as a downfall, though… curious.”

“Perhaps that’s because they have all been rutting swine. You’re no different: otherwise you would have come to me yourself. “She lifted a hand to the clasps at her breast, as if to begin stripping in the hallway. The Dark Lord’s hand shot out, grasping her wrist and holding it motionless as the grim visage of the helm turned to face her. His voice came out a menacing rumble, smooth and at the same time dangerous.

“I believe, Lylla I am paying you five thousand credits per hour for your time. I did not ask you to strip, nor do I expect you to. I have asked you to walk with me. Either you may follow me, or go back to the speeder and never see me again. The choice is yours.” He waited with patience, arms folding across his chest. She was 14 centimeters shorter than he, but the stiletto heels of her thigh-high boots made them gaze at eye level with one another.

She looked up into the eye visors, her pearl-white teeth nipping at her own lower lip gently. Something in the back of her mind told her to turn and walk away, but the prospect of an evening where she didn’t have to spend all of her time on her back was too good a prospect to pass. Finally, she nodded once. “As you wish, Jax. I will walk with you.”

A smile creased his lips beneath the helm… good. His arm extended, gentlemanly, waiting for her to take it. Her hand rested lightly at the crook of his elbow, and the two started for the depths of the palace. For a moment they walked in silence, and then his voice spoke again. His eyes did not turn towards hers, but his tone belied his interest, his curiosity. “I am a Sith. Your thoughts, your intentions, your fears and your desires are as bare to me as your flesh to the so-called ‘swine’ that pay for your services. The questions I ask, you will answer truthfully.”

She didn’t miss a stride, her own eyes peering through the darkness towards their destination. “And you are also overly dramatic, Jax. You could just ask me the questions you have – I’m not exactly shy about myself. You spoke of my previous clients, means you must have done your research… you probably know more about me than I know about myself at this point. So just cut through the crap and talk to me, otherwise I will leave.”

Jax, too, did not break his pace, but inwardly he felt his heart tighten. The woman was a natural… fierce, cutting, and intelligent. It was almost a shame that she was what she was, and the path it would lead her down. Still… it was a comfort to indulge in his desires once in a while, even if they were as expensive as her. “Very well, then. Do you enjoy what you do?” The voice was softer, again inquisitive, this time without the hostility that permeated so much of his life these days.

“I enjoy the money that it brings. As far as the actual acts, I despise it with all of my being. Still, I enjoy a little power with some of my clients – it’s amazing what a beautiful figure and a sense of manipulation can get you these days.” A mirthless laugh passed unpainted lips, haughty and with a trace of bitterness that was not lost on the Sith Lord. “Much like you and having to be civil to your subordinates, I would imagine.”

A genuine chuckle rumbled in his chest as they passed through corridors leading into the heart of the Palace. He was leading her through corridors known only to the upper echelons, to the Emperor’s most trusted associates. It did not take them long before they passed through a small door, leading into a massive gallery. A lifting of the former Sovereign Protector’s hand caused lights to spring to life, illuminating the cavernous space, and a sense of surprise and awe emanated from the figure to his right as the sights within struck her.
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Carnor Jax
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Location: Just follow the trail of blood...

 Post Posted: Sat, March 15th 2008 09:02pm    Post subject:
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Priceless works of art, ranging in age from five years old to over ten thousand, covered almost every free space of the private gallery. Sculptures, flats, hanging pieces in stone, metal, and pigments hung around, stood on the floor, hung from the celing, or sat on repulsor platforms in the small space.

Lord Olethros' footsteps echoed around the small space as Lylla gazed around them, her eyes taking in the sights. Any one of the pieces would fetch well over a million credits, with some abstract pieces reaching well into the billions. "Civility, I find, has little place on the field of battle. My inferiors know the price of crossing me, they fear me enough to do their jobs well."

He paused before an abstract twist of neuranium, a nearly-solid piece with a small cavity in the side. He looked over the curves, depicting in a convoluted way the Battle of Ruusan over three thousand years previous. "Fear and lust are similar in many respects. They both cause men to do things they are otherwise incapable of, they both can make men do stupid things for stupid reasons."

Lylla laughed lightly, looking at the sculpture as well. "I find they are intertwined. Many of my clients fear the information I could spill, yet they continue to come to me. Many men fear what they desire, fear it will master them..." Her eyes looked to the sculpted helm, a quirk of a smile twisting her lips. "Which it invariably does. They get a taste, they become addicted, and they'll eventually give up anything just to get their fix."

"Their lives are no different, Lylla, they are willing to give up anything for something so meaningless as continued existence. Such a wonderful tool for exploitation. Ah, but I suppose you've had your life threatened enough times to have lost that sense of self-preservation. Your medical records told me you've been through a lot." The visage did not turn, but his attention was on the woman as she considered her response.

"You do your research... I suppose I should have expected it from someone like you. Yes, I've been in intensive care, yes I've been declared medically dead three times. Your point?" She tossed her head as she turned to look at him, the thick braid curling over her shoulder like an exotic constricter. Her fingertips stroked it gently, her eyes scanning his helmet as if it woudl reveal something about his mental state.

The former Sovereign Protector said nothing, but continued to gaze at the neuranium. Tendrils of the Force wove through the air, caressing through the aura of space-time warping immediately around the sculpture, and gently probing her thoughts. She was impatient, which was strange considering she was paid by the time. She was expecting him to throw himself atop her, to rut himself then send her on her way with credits in hand.

Jax, however, had no such intentions as quickness or impatience. He wanted to make his time worthwhile, and enjoy a moment of time with someone that wasn't afraid of him. His triplets, of course, could suit his every physical need, but there were rare instances where he wanted a stranger. And this... this was one of the most rare and exotic of his tastes, and he was going to ensure it lasted.
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"Build a man a fire and he will be warm for a day. Set a man on fire and he will be warm for the rest of his life."

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Location: Just follow the trail of blood...

 Post Posted: Wed, March 19th 2008 07:22pm    Post subject:
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"My point, Lylla, is that sanctity of life is an outmoded concept, and I prefer my companions to know that as opposed to fearing me. One of the primary reasons I sent someone to you, actually, amongst other things." The Sith Lord turned to face the woman, lights glinting off the black armor. There was a pause, an inquisitive cant to the angle of the helm.

Another whisper of the Force probed the woman's mind, and he found patience slowly starting to settle there. This was good... her apprehension was starting to diminish, and she would be more willing to allow him his time. After all, she was not a whore, not a prostitute, but advertised herself as an 'escort' - why not call her bluff and ask her to perform as advertised? A quirk of a smile twisted Carnor Jax's lips: the exploitation of peoples words was a very handy method to finding what you desire.

Black silk billowed as he took off towards the other end of the room, taking three steps before pausing and waiting for Lylla to follow. She responded almost instantly, her footsteps soon matching his in cadence and purpose, without a single tendril of the Force to influence her behavior. As they crossed the threshold of the door leading out of the vault, the lights dimmed behind them and threw the antiquities into darkness once more. Heavy blast doors slammed shut, and soft beeping was the only indication that the nearly-airtight security systems were once again operational.

Through the halls they strode, before Jax suddenly paused at a door in the depths of the palace. He looked over to her, then down to his armor as if making a decision. He nodded slightly, then brushed his fingertips over the keypad there. Beeping came from his fingertips, but it was not the alphanumeric code he keyed that opened the door: rather, a resonance chip in his gauntlet was keyed to the locks, allowing only him entrance to the small room.

He stepped within, beckoning her to follow. The door slid closed behind her, lights flicking to life to reveal spartan quarters: One small cot, one armor rack, three lockers, two weapons cabinets, one data station and one training simulator console arranged to leave a small space in the center free. With his back to Lylla, the snaps on the collar of his helm unlocked. Air hissed softly as the pneumatic seal released, and his gauntleted hands lifted to pull the curved helmet from his head.

Short-cropped brown hair reflected the utilitarian light, creases and scars lining the back of his neck in pale white. The helmet flipped in his hand before moving to rest it atop the armor rack. With his back remaining to the woman, he unbuckled the chest armor and slid it from his shoulders, wrapping it around the stand in the corner. The greaves followed suit, until he was left standing in a simple thermal body glove.

Lylla stood behind him, her eyes flicking from the armor to the body beneath. It moved without shame, without fear, without hesitation as it flowed with a warriors grace between menial tasks. While not the most attractive she had ever seen, the raw power reflected in the muscles of his neck and the contours beneath the black undersuit were certainly not the worst she had been hired by.

Instinctively she turned her back, facing the door as Darth Olethros, Lord of the Sith opened one of the lockers and began to dress again. His voice came out smoothly, softly, barely above the soft rustling of Corellian nanosilk. "Your sense of propriety is remarkable, Lylla. I would never have expected you to turn your back." His hand touched her shoulder, and found herself face-to-face with an unmasked Carnor Jax.

He was clad in a suit of an incredibly deep blue, almost black, cut to emphasize his broad shoulders and to mask the power he was able to bring to bear if necessary. A black cloak, with a blazing crimson lining, sat across his shoulders, a platinum chain falling just under the curve of his throat. Peeking from the folds of the cloak, a pair of smooth, black metal tubes barely glanced into view before the cloak settled into place.

"The premiere of 'Nonaginta Novem Rutilus Proeliatae' is tonight. It starts in thirty minutes." He didn't say another word, but his eyes seemed to penetrate her soul. Flecks of grey colored his temples, framing the lines around his eyes and cheeks, but there was nothing that suggested frailty or weakness anywhere around him. He remained impassive, awaiting her reply.

"If that is what you desire, Carnor Jax, I will not resist." A loaded statement, she had no intention of resisting - this was proving to be an interesting night, and for good or for ill, her curiosity was getting the best of her and she wanted to see how it would continue.
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Protector of the Empire, "The Barry White of Buchery"

"Build a man a fire and he will be warm for a day. Set a man on fire and he will be warm for the rest of his life."

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