Atom Smasher
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Organ music drawled on a low setting from a speaker in Aurelius' office. Seated before the clouds in the Bastion sky, a cigarette hung from his mouth while he augmented the final layer of a bullet at his desk. Metal heated and fell in heavy drops onto a protective form beneath the fine point of his transmutation needle. Pudgy fingers gripped the end as the thick needle delicately molded the isotopes of the slowly refining bullet shell. Transparent and thick, the bullet could pierce a telekinetic barrier and give any soldier an advantage against a force user. Puffing away on the cigarette, an eye raised to the opening of the door and met the face of a secretary who slunk inside.
"Mister Morday, Lady Banshee is here." The woman brushed back a dread lock past her pierced lips. A leather pencil skirt hugged her thighs beneath a pinstripe blazer. She stood in veritable contrast against the burgundy walls and gold filigree of Morday's office. Saying nothing, Aurelius merely a waved a hand to dismiss her and she turned around to exit and receive the Sith Lady.
"A slaver. F#cking charming." Aurelius pulled the cigarette from his mouth and crushed the end in an ashtray. He grumbled to himself while the door remained closed and diverted his gaze the bullet. He smoothed out the shell a little more before setting it aside and rising from his seat. The Sith Lady's own financial revenue did not please him in the least and Aurelius repressed his disgust. The customer was always right and he breathed a heavy sigh and prepared to play diplomatic. Sliding out from behind the desk , he walked clumsily over to the liquor cabinet and procured his favorite cognac and a large brandy balloon.
The dismayed expression remained on Aurelius' face until the door opened, at which point he stood up straight and grinned jovially. The Sith slave master appeared and held her dignified stance before the closing door. Aurelius extended both arms and greeted her with a genuine smile marred by gold teeth. He wore burgundy robes which parted in the center beneath a stiff capelet with a standing collar. A glittering clasp held everything together at his neck. Huge gold buckles sat on the front of his black pointed shoes. Rings glittered on his fat fingers as they splayed against the air to welcome Banshee.
"My most illustrious lady! I am honored to serve you in my sanctuary." Aurelius grinned and gazed upon her with large blue eyes. "What can I do for you?" He said before motioning to the liquor cabinet. "...but first, tell me what you drink." He maintained his happy manner and strode over to the cabinet, only imagining the kinds of depraved devices a slaver might commission. Aurelius did not maintain any moral limits when dealing with customers. He would make anything if the price was generous. On one of his fingers, the first two letters of his given name were tattooed. Opinions and waning morality meant little, he did it for the gold.
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