Dissonance Theory

[Noire]

The amusement also went glittering within Natalia's eyes. Her hand came to rest against the Zeltron's shoulders, gingerly moving her hands over that supple coral skin.

"There is no real leader." Natalia would explain. "But a collection of worlds attempting to work together." her lips gave a twist in distaste.

"Kuat. Aldaaran, Sarapin." she began to list out the worlds that were looking to work together. "They are setting up trade contracts and agreements with one another."

A cant of her head and Natalia brought her face close to the Zeltron's cheek, nuzzling it so.

"Perhaps we can make the most of it?"

[member="Slevin Thawne"]

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Natalia Thawne"]

It was something to consider.

Those worlds were valuable in their own way, each one had something to offer. Some in particular could stand to provide more profit than half of their operations. Slevin mused on the thought for a few moments, considering just what they could do and how.

They would have to meet with them.

"Kuat." He said finally. "Who runs it now, my love?"

There was an idea forming within his mind, something that would benefit their little project here, something that would allow them to expand and become more. As was always their goals.

His fingers slowly slid over her rear, drawing her closer.

 

[Noire]

[member="Slevin Thawne"]

[SIZE=9pt]“House Purkis.” Natalia cooed, leaving white trails over the Zeltron’s skin as Slevin tugged her over to him. Soft met hard and her arms went wrapping themselves on top of his shoulders. There they would loop around, the woman uplifting her face to her beloved.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“A council of ten. They are bickering like children on just what to do.” leaning in she pressed a kiss and then a nibble at the corner of his mouth. The bristles of his beard were a delightfully contrast in sensation, a rasp against the softness of her skin. Crimson tipped nails went scrapping hard enough to paint white lines along the nape of Slevin’s neck. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Trouble in paradise now that the Queen is dead. A chaotic moment that we can take advantage of.” [/SIZE]

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Natalia Thawne"]

Kuat was something that most people had at least heard of.

The driveyards were a massive industry, something that consumed the entire planet. Without the company there was no Kuat. That was how it had been, how it had always been as far as the rest of the galaxy was concerned. Slevin was sure that if one looked back far enough theyd be able to find a time when Kuat was little more than an agri world. No one in living memory could recall such things of course, Even the Hutts didn't live that long.

"Perhaps we should call upon them." He mused.

"Kuat is valuable." Not only as a shipyard, but as a commercial giant. "That name...Kuat Driveyards...It means something to this galaxy."

Meaning they could use it.

 

[Noire]

[member="Slevin Thawne"]

"And we can use it." Natalia would purr against Slevin's lips. A throaty chuckle and the blonde pressed the length of her voluptuous body against the man. This was a plan. It was a venue for them to collect more funds; more power.

House Purkis in the chaos could be taken advantage of in such a chaotic time. Perhaps this was a way for the Coratanni Cartel to build a base of operations on Kuat. While they built their little world here on Zeltros, they could look to the Core Worlds.

"Build and grow." her hands swept with distinct proprietary caresses over his chest.

Yes. Kuat it would be.

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Natalia Thawne"]

That was their drive.

That was what they had been made for, to create an Empire. Not like the ones that claimed to rule hearts and mind, not like the First Order or the Galactic Alliance. No, theirs would be different. They were different. Slevin and Natalia knew what they were doing, they knew what they wanted, and they knew that overtime they would have everything.

He smiled slightly.

His hands floated beneath the hem of Natalia's shirt, sliding up her skin. "Arrange a meeting."

Sleivn told her as the sound of tearing cloth began to echo.

"We will talk to them." He told her. "And I'll get what I want."

As always.