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Junction The First Bastion Games - DIA/RNR/SO [ Empty hex/Iktotch/Kinyen


SPECTATOR SPORT


"The name is familiar to me, and you aren't kidding about high expectations. I believe my father has met with members of your family before. Speaking of.. you shared so I guess I will too. See the big guy in the black and gold uniform with the cape over there? That's my dad. Reign.. The Diarch"

"Oh that's awesome. Minus the high expectations, lack of friends, potential kidnap and assassination plots..."

Persephone grinned, knowing Lady Nightmare Lady Nightmare may appreciate her humor, especially after they just shared quips about boys and lack of any real social life outside the confines of their positions. Not an overly political person, she wasn't concerned that Mary's father was the Diarch. Didn't know much about them either way ; she could infer the title meant that he was the ruler of their corner of the galaxy. Especially if he had guards such as the Myrmidons.

"We should make plans to -"

"Persephone Dashiell. A surprise to see you." Just as she was making plans to meet with her new potential friend in the not-too-distant future, an older woman came into her carefully crafted bubble. Dripping in the old credit aesthetic, the older woman looked like the type one did not say no to. The older woman had the good sense to introduce herself. "Lady Mer'taal. Charmed."

A small pause before the older blonde woman turned to Persephone once again.

"Persephone, be a dear and come say hello to my great-nephew, Enias. He's about your age. Your family already knows ours but I don't believe we've ever met..."

Just like that, Persephone was getting drug away. A look of resignation crossed her face, but she did manage to get a quick word in to Mary before she was too far gone.

"I'll have my droid give you my contact information....let's not be strangers!"

EXIT​



 
Objective 3
Spectator and shopping
Enemies: Nobody
Allies: Everyone
Interacting with Zara Saga Zara Saga

How Zara reacted to her comment made the former Jedi feel like she had made an impression. Not knowing if it was good or bad, the future would tell her that. Honestly, she couldn't imagine herself wearing thigh-high boots, but she would try them on. If nothing else, it might make a small improvement in the other woman's opinion.

Lifting her eyebrows at the mention of homicide, she still wasn't concerned about her own mortality around Zara. What she said made a good point, though, and Iandre silently nodded. She allowed herself to be guided into the extravagant boutique. The sounds of the games faded behind them, and she turned at the attendant's approach.

How he reacted to Zara was not at all lost on Iandre. She also picked up on the feeling of dread and sure threat that came off of her, but she chose not to allow the feelings to consume her. Watching as she walked away, she wasn't entirely confident her choices would matter. She probably wouldn't impress Zara, but she wondered if that mattered. It would today, but what about tomorrow?

Turning her attention to the attendant, she would allow him to pick out a few fashion statements and then her own. In the end, she found a long leather coat, an ivory shirt, and soft grey knee-high boots. She had a color scheme she looked good in and wanted to keep following that.
 


He smiled as she spoke—quietly, genuinely. Not the polished, diplomatic kind. The real kind. Something about the way she said "this is what I've chosen" struck deeper than anything he'd heard all evening.

"Then I hope the Diarchy knows how lucky it is," he said simply. "You sound like someone who never let the galaxy define you before it earned the right."

She dropped the Sith lineage on him like it was a test. It didn't rattle him. If anything, it made him laugh—a dry, appreciative sound under his breath.

"Well, there goes my chance at an easy promotion." He glanced toward the barge. "And here I was hoping cultural exchange would involve slightly fewer lightsabers in the family tree. But hanging out with Sith...oooh boy." He was clearly joking.

But before he could say more, a new tone pinged from his coat. His expression shifted the instant he read it—lips thinning, jaw tightening. Not from fear. From fury held just behind the eyes.

He read the message aloud, low and bitter: "Disengage immediately or be escorted out. Your behavior is drawing notice."

His gaze lingered on the words a moment longer, then shut the comm off entirely.

"Well," he said with forced calm, "That answers one question, doesn't it?" He turned back to Roxsie—eyes softer now, more real than they'd been all night.

"You said you were a fighter. I believe you." He glanced about but for the first time it was with some nerves.

"So let this count as proof—I'm not like them. At least... I'm trying not to be."

That was when the man appeared—serious-faced, black-clad, discreet. No words were exchanged. Just a firm hand at Bastien's elbow and a subtle nod toward the stairs leading off the viewing deck.

Bastien didn't fight it. He stood tall, calm, unmoved. But as he let himself be led away, he looked back at her one last time.

Not with regret. But with something dangerously close to respect.

EXIT

Roxsie Roxsie

 
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Cerys didn’t flinch as the taunts came. Not at the mimicry. Not at the sneering laugh in her face. Not at the blow to her pride that still echoed louder than the shock to her ribs. She just stood there. Silent. Still.

The sabers were back on her belt. Her posture—measured. But the muscles in her jaw were locked tight. Her breath was shallow. Her eyes never left Kivah’s, but she didn’t give her the satisfaction of a response.

Not until the last.


“You didn’t win because you were better.”


Her voice was low, even, stripped of the heat that had flared in her earlier protest.

“You won because you were willing to be less.”


She held the gaze for a heartbeat longer. Then turned, ignoring the officials, the murmurs in the crowd, and the pain still simmering across her side.

Cerys walked from the arena with quiet steps, never looking back. The anger would come later. The questions. The shame. But for now—just the sound of her boots on stone, and a lesson she would not forget.


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| TAG: Kivah Kivah |

 



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Zara had perched herself on the boutique's hovering chaise - one leg elegantly crossed over the other, a glass of chilled viellan mist-wine in her hand, which she had definitely not paid for - and watched Iandre's expedition through the showroom with the silent scrutiny of a royal judging a dueling match.

She'd said ten minutes, but she gave her twelve. Which, in Zara's internal economy, was basically an act of sainthood.

When Iandre emerged, arms at her sides, looking like a wistful rebel who'd accidentally wandered into a fashion editorial, Zara tilted her head and took her in with exaggerated slowness.

The long leather coat, the ivory shirt, the soft gray boots. A bit restrained. Subtle. Tame, even. But... it worked. More importantly - it fit Iandre, in that way Zara couldn't help but notice.

Zara sipped her wine. Then:

"Well," she said, voice cool and faintly amused, "look who came back from the dead and discovered structure."

She stood, circled once around Iandre like a lion doing recon before a pounce, her fingertips briefly grazing the sleeve of the coat.

"I was braced for something catastrophic. You know. Fringe overload. Mysterious pouches. A cloak that says 'I collect broken lightsabers and abandonment issues.' But no... this is almost restrained. Almost."

She stopped in front of Iandre, eyes sharp and amused. Then, with exaggerated ceremony, she gave a single nod.

"You look... competent. Like someone who might one day order someone else to shoot a senator and not immediately feel bad about it."

She handed her glass off to the hovering tray-droid without breaking eye contact.

"I'm keeping you."

Zara gestured for the attendant to finalize the purchase - no mention of credits, of course; the boutique knew better - and then stepped forward, slipping her arm back through Iandre's with a possessive ease.

"Now, let's find you something sharp to clip onto that new self-esteem you're growing. Jewelry or a vibroknife. Or maybe both. You're off the leash today, darling. Try not to bite anyone I like."

And just like that, they were out the door again - gold light spilling across the steps, the crowd still thrumming with celebration - and Zara was already scanning the horizon for their next indulgence. Or target. She liked to keep her definitions fluid.




 

BYOO: Observe and Interact
Direct tags: Laphisto Laphisto

Rocho watched as the man winced, it could have been response to something internal, or a stimuli. Force sensitives had so many things they could keep track of. He hadn't been probing close enough to know that yet. "You get out to places that matter." he pointed out, returning his own hand, that one of simple skin unlike what he'd had before, "Besides there was not much need for you to know my name. I've played only a relatively minor part in some things so far. And until the Diarchy my name may travel in different circles, force orders were less likely to be looking for me."

A shrug, "I hadn't met you then but we both did fight in the battle against the Gree. It was one of my first missions I think properly under the Diarchy, at least one of the first where there was any noteworthy risk. It turned out fine though, the Gree are certainly technologically clever but they lack proper war experience with militaries of properly trained force and non force users."


Outfit
The Beast (inactive, held like a cane)
t-7-vibro-brace (left arm.)
g-11-shield-gauntlet (right arm)

 

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W A R M A S T E R
LORD INDOMITUS
Through war, we bring order.
Through strength, we bring unity.

The Iron March
Order. Strength. Discipline.

Ashin Cardé Varanin Ashin Cardé Varanin


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NAVAL COMBAT - MULTI THEATER RESPONSE DRILL
Ashin Cardé Varanin Ashin Cardé Varanin

Strike Force Aurelian

Ship Class
Name
Status
Orders, Location
Harrower-class Dreadnought (820m)
Valor [Flagship]​
[ 100 / 66 / 95 ]​
Moving to Timbra Ott.
Harrower-class Dreadnought (820m)
Retribution​
[ 100 / 81 / 98 ]​
At Timbra Ott.
Terminus-class Destroyer (520m)
Ascendant Spear​
[ 100 / 100 / 100 ]​
Garrison at Shintel.
Terminus-class Destroyer (520m)
Sword of Bastion​
[ 100 / 100 / 100 ]​
At Dolstan.
Terminus-class Destroyer (520m)
Rurik's Shield​
[ 100 / 100 / 100 ]​
At Timbra Ott.
Terminus-class Destroyer (520m)
Indomitable​
[ 100 / 100 / 100 ]​
At Timbra Ott.
Virilus-class Heavy Frigate (500m)
Iron Baron​
[ 100 / 100 / 90 ]​
At Dolstan.
Xesh-class Fleet Tender, Elex (350m)
X-0613​
[ 100 / 100 / 100 ]​
At Timbra Ott.
Rapax-class Corvette (200m)
Centurion​
[ 100 / 100 / 100 ]​
At Timbra Ott.
Rapax-class Corvette (200m)
Pride of Orpheus​
[ 100 / 100 / 100 ]​
At Timbra Ott.
Speculatores Recon Drones
[ 100 / 100 / 100 ]​
1x in Gandle Ott, Shintel, Pembric, Tanquila Beach, Galtea, Sibiris, Dolstan, Swedlan, Bresan, Timbra Ott, Sapella each
Moving further South.

PHASE IV

The stars flared with realspace disruption as the Valor emerged first at Timbra Ott, flanked in close escort by the Retribution, Rurik's Shield, and the Indomitable. Moments later, the Centurion, Pride of Orpheus, and the tender X-0613 arrived, their formation tight and methodical. No pomp, no broadcast. Just presence—swift and overwhelming.

The Pimbrellan League had dispatched pickets and patrol flotillas across its frontier, a half-step between sovereignty and paranoia. The arrival of Imperial recon drones had stirred the hornet's nest. Warily neutral until now, the sudden appearance of an Imperial warfleet at Timbra Ott tipped the balance.

Pimbrellan pickets - eight corvettes - responded to the recon drone's detection and arrived just before the full fleet at Timbra Ott as well. Ashin's corvette screen was still withdrawing, and no heavy ships were present. They assumed a probable Imperial scouting party.

Then the Valor arrived and the rest of the fleet.

The League's commander attempted to disengage, but the Rapax corvettes flooded the battlespace with jamming, while the Harrowers surged forward like iron-clad behemoths. Imperius ordered no quarter for the warships but restraint toward civilian infrastructure. This was to be a demonstration. Shock and awe in its purest form. Meanwhile his Destroyers were speeding up to chase and attack the withdrawing ships that seemed to belong not to the locals, pushing them away.

In less than fifteen simulated minutes, three League corvettes were disabled, their command bridges slagged. Two corvettes were annihilated in the first volley from the Retribution. The rest fled toward League space.

The Iron Empire's flag now flew over Timbra Ott unless the unknown enemy brought further reinforcements.

Meanwhile, the Iron Baron and Sword of Bastion completed their sweep of Sebiris, finding only token resistance. A local mercenary station tried to bluff compliance but had been transmitting coordinates to League forces. The Sword bombarded the station's defense grid with precision strikes, then left a burn-scarred hulk and a clear message.

They advanced into Pimbrellan space, taking a circuitous path designed to mislead sensors. The goal was not occupation, but silent compliance.

These two ships, supported by drone screens, would play the role of the enforcer while the main fleet consolidated at Timbra Ott.

Timbra Ott was not occupied in full, but a firm exclusion zone was established around its orbital stations and system relay points. Interdiction mines were deployed. The Xesh-class tender refueled the fleet in rapid succession while drone pickets were left behind to mask activity.

Imperius ordered a holobroadcast to all Pimbrellan League sectors: "This sector lies within the sphere of Order. The Iron Empire does not seek conquest without cause—but we will not tolerate threats to stability. Stand down. Maintain distance. Or be broken."

The message was received together with the Virilus and Terminus that arrived over Dolstan.

PHASE I |
 
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Objective 1: Duel
Tags: Cerys Dyn Cerys Dyn
Equipment: Udyr Biosuit, Sabers.

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She held the Cerys' locked gaze, green eyes piercing into the smaller woman as she felt the tumult of emotions brewing in the Force. The pithy response brought a smirk to Kivah's face, and she shared the truth of what happened. "I won because I wanted it more. No other reason." But Cerys turned and began walking away, anything more would fall impotently against the wall of that retreating back and cost her own dignity.

Instead, Kivah raised her fist up in victory, head high and shaking her hair free of her face. A step back with her left foot turned her around to give the spectators and holorecorders a new angle before she walked down the tunnel under the stands. In the cool shade under the stands, she rolled her shoulders and massaged her bicep, still grinning. She was pleased with that, her first duel with a Jedi and it was a victory. The fight played through her mind again as she entered the changing room to grab her bag and towel off her face and hair.

The feth had Cerys meant by her willing to be less? She'd pushed herself every day for this. To be at her peak. It was the Jedi runt playing little tricks through the Force. She was the one that should be feeling bad. Still though... Girl had the makings of a Sith in her. Just needed to toughen up a bit, maybe learn to use that temper... Yeah, Kivah could work with that.

She closed her borrowed locker with a hollow slam that rang though the room.
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W A R M A S T E R
LORD INDOMITUS
Through war, we bring order.
Through strength, we bring unity.

The Iron March
Order. Strength. Discipline.

Ashin Cardé Varanin Ashin Cardé Varanin


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NAVAL COMBAT - MULTI THEATER RESPONSE DRILL
Ashin Cardé Varanin Ashin Cardé Varanin

Strike Force Aurelian

Ship Class
Name
Status
Orders, Location
Harrower-class Dreadnought (820m)
Valor [Flagship]​
[ 100 / 66 / 95 ]​
Moving to Timbra Ott.
Harrower-class Dreadnought (820m)
Retribution​
[ 100 / 81 / 98 ]​
At Timbra Ott.
Terminus-class Destroyer (520m)
Ascendant Spear​
[ 100 / 100 / 100 ]​
Garrison at Shintel.
Terminus-class Destroyer (520m)
Sword of Bastion​
[ 100 / 100 / 100 ]​
At Dolstan.
Terminus-class Destroyer (520m)
Rurik's Shield​
[ 100 / 100 / 100 ]​
At Timbra Ott.
Terminus-class Destroyer (520m)
Indomitable​
[ 100 / 100 / 100 ]​
At Timbra Ott.
Virilus-class Heavy Frigate (500m)
Iron Baron​
[ 100 / 100 / 90 ]​
At Dolstan.
Xesh-class Fleet Tender, Elex (350m)
X-0613​
[ 100 / 100 / 100 ]​
At Timbra Ott.
Rapax-class Corvette (200m)
Centurion​
[ 100 / 100 / 100 ]​
At Timbra Ott.
Rapax-class Corvette (200m)
Pride of Orpheus​
[ 100 / 100 / 100 ]​
At Timbra Ott.
Speculatores Recon Drones
[ 100 / 100 / 100 ]​
1x in Gandle Ott, Shintel, Pembric, Tanquila Beach, Galtea, Sibiris, Dolstan, Swedlan, Bresan, Timbra Ott, Sapella each
Moving further South.

PHASE IV

The stars flared with realspace disruption as the Valor emerged first at Timbra Ott, flanked in close escort by the Retribution, Rurik's Shield, and the Indomitable. Moments later, the Centurion, Pride of Orpheus, and the tender X-0613 arrived, their formation tight and methodical. No pomp, no broadcast. Just presence—swift and overwhelming.

The Pimbrellan League had dispatched pickets and patrol flotillas across its frontier, a half-step between sovereignty and paranoia. The arrival of Imperial recon drones had stirred the hornet's nest. Warily neutral until now, the sudden appearance of an Imperial warfleet at Timbra Ott tipped the balance.

Pimbrellan pickets - eight corvettes - responded to the recon drone's detection and arrived just before the full fleet at Timbra Ott as well. Ashin's corvette screen was still withdrawing, and no heavy ships were present. They assumed a probable Imperial scouting party.

Then the Valor arrived and the rest of the fleet.

The League's commander attempted to disengage, but the Rapax corvettes flooded the battlespace with jamming, while the Harrowers surged forward like iron-clad behemoths. Imperius ordered no quarter for the warships but restraint toward civilian infrastructure. This was to be a demonstration. Shock and awe in its purest form. Meanwhile his Destroyers were speeding up to chase and attack the withdrawing ships that seemed to belong not to the locals, pushing them away.

In less than fifteen simulated minutes, three League corvettes were disabled, their command bridges slagged. Two corvettes were annihilated in the first volley from the Retribution. The rest fled toward League space.

The Iron Empire's flag now flew over Timbra Ott unless the unknown enemy brought further reinforcements.

Meanwhile, the Iron Baron and Sword of Bastion completed their sweep of Sebiris, finding only token resistance. A local mercenary station tried to bluff compliance but had been transmitting coordinates to League forces. The Sword bombarded the station's defense grid with precision strikes, then left a burn-scarred hulk and a clear message.

They advanced into Pimbrellan space, taking a circuitous path designed to mislead sensors. The goal was not occupation, but silent compliance.

These two ships, supported by drone screens, would play the role of the enforcer while the main fleet consolidated at Timbra Ott.

Timbra Ott was not occupied in full, but a firm exclusion zone was established around its orbital stations and system relay points. Interdiction mines were deployed. The Xesh-class tender refueled the fleet in rapid succession while drone pickets were left behind to mask activity.

Imperius ordered a holobroadcast to all Pimbrellan League sectors: "This sector lies within the sphere of Order. The Iron Empire does not seek conquest without cause—but we will not tolerate threats to stability. Stand down. Maintain distance. Or be broken."

The message was received together with the Virilus and Terminus that arrived over Dolstan.

PHASE I |


Naval>Commander>Multi-Theater Response DrillManage simultaneous engagements across star sectors
Location: Simulator — 'Kathol Sector'
Representing: Sith Order
Engaging: Imperius Indomitus Imperius Indomitus



TASK FORCE VECTIVUS — DAYARK, KATHOL REPUBLIC

Ashin kept the bulk of her forces at Dayark, and the bulk of TF Vectivus' attention on making this system as hard a target as possible. Interdiction tripwires for one, groups of small INCIS interdiction bubbles out for several light-hours, staggered to hopefully keep incoming ships from arriving simultaneously or in formation. A few S-3 scout fighters positioned near the bubbles served as traps for the enemy's blisteringly quick probes. When they got to Kathol Republic space, they might get scans before they died; the goal was to minimize that opportunity, giving the enemy less information on Ashin's assets than she now had on his. So far, the probes and the Jamillia's massive towed array showed no enemy probes inbound on the territory where she meant to make her first stand.

Her other focus in the region was ensuring the Kathol Republic's grudging support. Just a few corvettes, but also access to their commscan networks and their capital's limited planetary defenses. Dayark had a bubble shield for its capital city and some serious turbolaser assets. She kept her ships out of range of those and landed some basic troopers to keep them secure on the ground. Dayark could serve as a decent anvil to her hammer, if Imperius was willing to play that game.





TASK FORCE PLAGUEIS — DEEP SPACE BETWEEN TIMBRA OTT AND PIMBRELLAN LEAGUE

The escape from Timbra Ott cost H902 some hull integrity, three of the scout fighters, and plenty of probes both destroyed and self-destructed, a decent price for good scans.

The two corvettes and the surviving fighters rendezvoused to become Task Force Plagueis. The probes distributed through Pimbrellan space sent back a nasty picture: a pair of heavily armed light cruisers wandering around, telesponders reading Sword of Bastion and Iron Baron. Destroying either of them would be impossible. The only advantages TF Plagueis had were superb speed, comparable to light freighters; the good sensor data their probes had gathered throughout the region, including early-warning; their INCIS probes' short-range interdiction capability; their slim profile; and the H9's axial long-range ion cannon.

Ashin opted to set up a few INCIS tripwires along the route between Pimbrellan space and the new enemy stronghold at Timbra Ott. Each tripwire was simple enough: a pair of probes with partially overlapping interdiction fields, staggered in such a way that it might, might, might lead the two enemy ships to collide if their vectors were close enough. An S-3 fighter hovered near each tripwire to try to kill enemy probes should they come along. At extreme capital weapons range from two of the tripwires, the H9 corvettes waited to take a harassing shot with their long-range ion cannons — possibly before shields were up, prioritizing engines as targets — and move on.

The setup used every bit of TF Plagueis. There was no fat on the steak. If perfectly successful, it had a chance of preventing Sword of Bastion and Iron Baron from joining the main fleet for additional days or weeks if and when they decided to do so.





TASK FORCE CALYPHO — EMERGING AT ???

Navigating through Otherspace was titantically fraught. TF Calypho had a real chance of not emerging at all, let alone arriving anywhere useful.

d20
1: Destroyed.
2-3: Further delayed until next phase.
4-19: Arrive at a random system, counting along the most direct route from Exocron to Kal'Shebbol.
20: Arrive at Dayark battle-hardened and armed with major Charon weapons.

d6 (if d20 was 4 or higher)
1: Pursued into realspace by a major Charon fleet, and under extreme attack.
2: Pursued into realspace by a major Charon fleet, but so far unhurt.
3-4: Pursued by a few Charon vessels on equal terms.
5-6: Alone.
 
Imperius Indomitus Imperius Indomitus - dice results

To Ashin's intense irritation, Task Force Calypho emerged from realspace all the way back at gorram Exocron. The locals, it was a bit of a stronghold, helped deal with the Charon but the whole affair had been a boondoggle. Grumpily, she got TF Calypho analyzing debris and transiting down to reinforce her fallback position at Uukaablis.
 
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Caelus didn't smile right away, he was processing information to quickly for himself to keep up. Her words hung in the air like perfume, pleasant but laced with chemical intent. When he finally turned to face her fully as she closed the distance, it was with the kind of attention reserved for foreign dignitaries and potential threats. Both of which often arrived wearing the same dress. tense yet with a straight back and smile he tried to follow along.

He softly scanned her in return, hopefully with a calculated look of interest but it was hollow in truth. His eyes were bright yet dead. This was his first foray into the world of subtly. It was a soft measurement, a quiet dance. One he needed to find his way in. Training sessions were never as good as the real thing. The real thing made the sensors in his brain fight the natural reactions in his brain, in his DNA. He felt as though his programming was fighting his nature for a moment. Its force was almost bursting from the seems before he calmed himself down with his coded limbic system.

"Lena," he repeated with a politician's tone - warm, practiced, and quietly disbelieving. "You wear that name charmingly. It's softness is a nice contrast to your direct approach. It is similar to how your beautiful green skin complements your white hair. It casts a feeling of blur to ones thought process."

Now he smiled. Just a little. The kind of smile that existed for the benefit of distant onlookers. Perfect for optics.

"Allow me to offer my own name: Caelus Vire," He gave a small nod of his head, not having much room to bow fully. As he did he reached for a drink from the asteroid based stand near Lena. A guest knocked one over abruptly and despite his coding telling him to be perceived as a dainty man; as the glass fell he instinctually reached out with superb reflexes and caught it.

"Part of the chancellery of Administration." A quiet cough was given on purpose through programming. Meant to give him just a second. - With the obvious display of reflex he decided to play into it for just a moment. Perhaps he could be perceived as a flamboyant politician. Raising his glass with a small devilish smile he clinked his drink against hers.

"I am in charge of upholding the law, most of the time the law is no fun. It is when the night comes that I find myself to truly... be free." It was a hint, not a flirt. Yet, to both the Network and Lena it might be perceived as such. His handlers would be pleased with his attempt to woe, while he was pleased with giving a hint to his true nature.

"So then, Lena," he said with effortless calm, "tell me your theory. But whisper it gently. I feel like people have been subtly following me all evening. It is as if they are looking through my own eyes at times."

Jara Voss Jara Voss

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