Sometimes We touch the Stars

[Jhett Justyce]

She was the most opulent and glorious luxury cruiser in space, the Dark Pearl. Jhett had booked one of the premiere suits early on during the cruise and with good reason. For those who knew him, his family, his friends, everything he knew back home it was just a chance for him to "be a young man" and "get his ways in." And since he was his age, after all, it was almost expected for him to sow his wild oats, as they called it.

The nobleman smiled to himself looking down at his champagne glass. He was supposed to be having the time of his life, and he wasn't about to deny his family their delusions but this was more mildly boring. As refined as he was, the Dark Prince could only see so many operas before he grew weary of their repositories. Many would kill just for the chance to be here, and many he was sure, had died in slave-like labor to build this seat of wealth.

He looked at the faces across the ball room. How many important persons were here? Too many to be safe, he was sure that with one well placed attack, any nefarious human being could wipe clear many of a world's problems. Or at least create such a power vacuum to make a myriad of problems around the galaxy.

He gave a slight sigh, pushing off the siding near the full wall window, his blue suit hugging his form perfectly. He had to find someone or something that was more stimulating to bide his time....

 

[Anara Valnor]

Not a soul had suggested that she take a vacation from her life, but Anara was fine with pretending that they had. Hurting from a broken heart and perhaps just a little run down from the course of her life in general Anara was looking for direction and purpose. She'd forgotten what it was like to give a damn about anything and while this vacation of hers certainly wouldn't give her any real indication what she should do next it would certainly remind her to live.

She'd been a broken thing once, when she'd lost her connection to the Force and even then she'd kept going. The fact that she was wallowing in her misery now, after surviving so much, infuriated her. If she could kick her own arse she would have the minute she left James' planet behind.

Dressed like a respectable woman and doing nothing to show the power she held Anara played the part of a wealthy young woman living far too richly. It was a fun game at first, but now she was bored and hoping something disastrous would occur if only for the entertainment value. Bored as she was Anara want interested in being the culprit of aforementioned disaster; that was more responsibility than she was inclined to deal with. She was on vacation after all.

Sipping some fruity drink with little interest she moved from one of the many star bathing decks and went in search of what the cruise considered to be entertainment. Maybe an opera would brighten her mood?

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[Jhett Justyce]

The Prince weaved his way through the area like an adept adder finding its way through the jungle floor. He returned smiles, nods of the head, how-do-you-do's and pleasantries at every turn. But it was all a meaningless. He was looking for something, he didn't know who or what, but he would when he saw it. When he rounded the corner he saw it--or her rather.

She was a small thing, she couldn't have been taller than 5' 4" at the most, with a vibrant head of fiery red hair and bright amber eyes. To anyone else, she would have looked like another rich lady on a luxury cruise sipping on an expensive drink. But to Jhett, who had spent his life studying people and body language's most subtle hints, she was a bored woman looking for a chance to have some fun.

"Its all too bad," Jhett said as he approached her, "The baritone who is playing Rigaletto is an audacious gasbag. I don't really know if I could stand to see their rendition of Hildermor without leading a rebellion by the third act."

His voice was smooth, poised, confident, and charmingly calm. It was the voice of someone who knew how to handle themselves, and was in total control.

"You and I could help each other," he said casually leaning on the wall beside her, "My name is Jhett, Prince of Alaskan. And I think that we could have a bit of fun."

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[Anara Valnor]

Perusing the listing of the ship's various entertainment venues as well as what each of them offered Anara barely noticed the budding Darkness as it approached her. So many beings in the galaxy were attuned to the Force, but only a handful were capable of ever becoming more; she naturally assumed the owner of the particular Song nearing her was the same. Why would this creature be any different?

"Hmm?"

She gave him no other indication that she'd even heard him, but her lack of interest didn't seem to bother him. Usually she could send anyone scurrying away with just a well placed thought, but this man seemed entirely immune to her cold demeanor. Curious. Finally amber orbs cut over to him and her gaze swept the length of his body, her brows lifting in question as she met his gaze.

"Is that so?" She smirked, finally allowing him to have her full attention. A prince? He certainly had the demeanor of one, but then she really had nothing to compare him to. Had she ever met a prince before? Probably. She had been a queen once, though that had hardly been her choice.

"Anara," she murmured, not bothering to offer the handsome prince her hand; she wasn't a lady in waiting. Anara also made it a point not to mention her own titles; Jhett wasn't likely going to hold her interest long no matter how handsome he was. The last thing she needed was the ship in a tizzy because a Sith Lord was aboard.

"What sort of fun did you have in mind?"

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[Jhett Justyce]

"Hmmm, now that is a problem," Jhett said leaning against the wall. He tapped his chin in false pondering, "if only I had a knowledge of anything dealing with ships."

Jhett had spent most of his life studying ships, though most were war vessels. His family had intended for Jhett to become some sort of decorated officer bringing honor to his family's name and more privileges and so on and so forth. Legally he was quite far from the chain of those who were in line for the throne but he had other ideas in mind. And too bad he had the training to know how to implement it.

For a man who was used to having everything handed to him and everyone paying upmost attention to him he was intrigued by someone who seemed rather indifferent to him. He didn't know whether he felt offended or scintillated. Either way he knew he wanted to get her to pay attention to him.

One of the waiters was walking on an approach vector not too far from them. He looked preoccupied with the tray in his hands and the rather expensive drinks on them. Bingo. The Prince casually made his way closer, brushing him barely.

Jhett strolled back towards Anara, the waiter nonthewiser. He held out his palm, flourishing one of the passcards where only she could see, "How about we start with this?"

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