Comes the Conqueror

[Eugen Aker]

"Thank you, I will make the arrangments. Expect my arrival tomorrow around this time. I will contact your office again with the specifics as I have them."

She gave Faith a respectful nod, then ended the call. Immediately after that one, she called for the Kiribian security council to discuss the matter. There were complaints that she had left them all with little time to prepare contingencies. General Partas wanted to post a fighter group outside of the system as a quick reaction force in case things got hairy. She had to talk her militant friend down on that audacious plan. She didn't want to do anything to jeopardize her chances with make nice with the Mandalorians. As a concession, she would accept a squad of Paladin commandos to augment her usual security detail of only Arisa. With the matter of her security settled, she continued with her preparations for her visit to Alderaan. She had a great deal of things to discuss with the royal family, and their Mandalorian guests.

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[member="Darth Vulkan"]

((Is a time skip okay?))

 

[Faith Organa]

Faith looked at Draco, "guess you best kiss me now for company is coming" She smiled, "politics call my dear"

Yes their time cut short,but still they had the hours till [member="Suravi Teigra"] arrived,

"Can you think of something to do till then? or are there preparations to make. Cause I'm going to just issue orders. For rooms, and conference prep"

She sighed too short too soon.

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[Laira Darkhold]

With the call over, Draco heard Faith and took her comment much like an order, stepping close to her, letting his hands find her waist and kissing her softly once more. Too short, too soon indeed.

"Yes, there are some preparations to see to. I just need to know the rooms you plan on using and I can handle any security arrangements for you. I'm sure the Alderaanian Royal Guard are prepared, but they could always use the help of a Master Force Wielder." he wasn't interested in letting Faith out of his sight, though he knew it would happen sooner or later given her job. "Perhaps you could call me the Mandalorian liaison to avoid suspicion. It makes sense to have all both sides represented for negotiations involving Alderaan."

Draco wasn't sure about that last bit, but he hoped it made enough sense to spin it. He also hoped he could mask his feelings for Faith in front of one of her colleagues without destroying her reputation.

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[Faith Organa]

"My rooms?" she asked, "are you planning a midnight visit?" Mischief once again sparked, "or the rooms that I will put the visiting Senator in?"

She leaned against him "Yes it is plausible that your title is liason. But no smoldering stares my direction or I'll melt in the meeting and she will know that the senator from Alderaan has the hots for the Liason from mandalore"

She smiled up at him. "I'll be sure you get all the info to do the job"

She pushed up kissing him then playfully nipping his lower lip. "Need anything else?"



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[Laira Darkhold]

"Both, if you'll allow it. I can make sure I can get in an out with no one noticing." Draco said with a flirtatious smile crossing his face. Her gentle lean and playful kiss enticing him greatly, causing his cheeks to flush with color, her perfume filling his nose, his mind locking onto the scent and memorizing it, associating it with her, with happiness and pleasure.

"Well, if I can't give you smoldering stares what will I do? If I have to, I'll wear my helmet as I don't think you own clothing conservative enough to keep me from looking and inspecting you." He said equally playful, keeping his hands on her waist, waiting for instructions or permission to continue.

His voice dropped to a whisper, and his eyes softened, "Yes. It may not be midnight, but we are on my ship. I could show you my rooms if you'd like?" Here they were, in what was basically the foyer to his office, armory, and bedchamber, on his ship, given privacy and not monitored by security or staff. He hadn't been expecting the recent turn of events, but he was glad they happened as he looked down into the Senator from Alderaan's brown eyes, happiness and attraction swelling within his mind.

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[Faith Organa]

Faith knew she was in trouble, it wasn't the Council of Alderaan or the beasts of war that stopped her heart or made her blood run cold. It was her response to Draco she wanted him and it didn't make sense. Faith had long given up on physical pleasure preferring to do without rather than get entangled.

Yet Draco made her heart race , her flesh heated, and need bubbled within her. She had known him a day maybe two and already all she wanted was clamoring for his touch. "You think you can be so quick to leave my room. Your resolve then is a lot stronger than I imagine. Or perhaps you plan on reading me a bedtime story." She was teasing him.

An image appeared in her minds eye umhmm.

"I will be sure to wear something very chaste then. Causing you to work your imagination" She had a few gowns that fit the description. "Smoldering looks to be avoided".

"Now as for showing me your rooms. I'm interested in seeing them. Should I expect pictures from the mandalorian monthly or galactic pin ups?" She wasn't sure what to expect but making light of it helped to deal with the unknown.


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[Laira Darkhold]

Not exactly what he wanted to hear, but he understood. It was still new, still fresh and misunderstood. Draco was however, always very coy, but her response didn't cause his smile to fade or cause him a twinge of pain or fear. He understood the desire to wait, despite what he felt. "No, my resolve is weak, there is a chance I simply wouldn't be able to bring myself leave. And for the record, I could read a bedtime story. Not every former slave is illiterate." He teased back, continuing to make light hearted jokes.

"I haven't posed for any pin up pictures. I suppose I could, if my Princess requested it. I'm not sure what you would do with them, but as your Knight-Errant I don't think I could refuse even if I wanted to." He dipped his head to hers and kissed her cheek once again. "You have work to do?" He asked more seriously, knowing she couldn't really stay all day and night on his ship and go home wearing the same clothes she left in. "I can take you back to the palace if you'd like, or would you rather your people take you." He wanted to, but he wanted to give her the choice. It was her position in jeopardy, not his, from their new found relationship.

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[Faith Organa]

"Thank you Draco." She whispered back.

Some things could wait a little. Yes. She looked into his eyes, "if you take me home I can show you the layout of the palace and New Aldera City."

Was that concern no acceptance. "You're stuck with me. So um what kind of bedtime story will you read me?" She grinned big like a child would who felt they were winning a prize.

"As for pictures. Well. Use your imagination" She winked at him.

Faith signalled that she was preparing to leave to the royal guard on duty.


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[Laira Darkhold]

"I think I remember most of the story, the Lost Bantha." He sighed out with a smile, hearing her whisper, the affection laced through out it. He nodded and let go of her before the Royal guard arrived, trying his best to wipe the affection and attraction for her from his features before they arrived. "Very well, my Princess. I will accompany you to inspect the palace and see to the security measures for you upcoming visit." He said, unable to pull all the affection and flirtation from his voice.

He let her slip from his grasp and followed behind her, nodding at his men as he made way to leave. "Give me one moment to grab my gear and I'll have everything set up." Draco ducked into a room, snapped fingers at three men inside the armoring station and quickly donned his custom armor and made his way to meet Faith at her shuttle, helmet carried in the crook of his arm.

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