The Little Things

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Danger Arceneau"]

Alric stared himself in the eyes as the bristles of his toothbrush scraped against his teeth. Bristles dug in between each tooth, scratching away at plaque and removing any food that might have been stuck there from midnight snacking that he and Danger had indulged in after waking in the middle of the night. His hair was thrown off, his eyes held the showing of rings beneath them.

His beard was slightly disheveled, needing a bit of a trim. A hand came up, fingers scratching through the rough bristles as if to straighten them out.

The Tetan's eyes wandered over his sink, looking at a few of the things that lined the intricate marble counter top. He noticed that most of the things present were not in fact his. There was a cup with toothpaste in it, another toothbrush and a small bottle of mouthwash beside it. Apart from that there was a small pair of hair clippers, and a bottle of soap. Those were the things that were his.

What was not his was the hair dryer, the extravagant soaps, the hair spray, an odd bottle of perfume, or perhaps scented lotion, some hair clips, and many other things that he wasn't quite sure how to identify.

His eyebrow perked up as he noticed this, though he shook his head and quickly spit out the toothpaste that had built up within his mouth. A stream of water came from the faucet and quickly he washed out his toothbrush, replacing it in the cup before wiping away some of the froth from his mouth on his forearm. A last look was cast at the marble top before he shook his head and wandered out of the bathroom and into his bedroom.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

[member="Alric Kuhn"]

The bed was rumpled, the sheets a tangled mess. Lived in. Look beyind that, one noticed two pillows that were snuggled together, the bed empty. On the side of the large bed, sat two small nightstands, one for the left and another for the right. One of them held a leftover cup of stim caf, perched on top of a coaster. Not Alric's, but another's.

Bobby pins sat next to it. Six to be precise, a dark mahogany hue used to blend into the richness of auburn hair. Their owner was nowhere to be seen, but with an attentive ear, one didn't have to wonder long.

Her voice would float from beyond the bedroom, from the library in fact. A walk would lead past the large walk in closet, where a travel bag had deposited three dresses to hang in the corner of the closet. Two pairs of shoes and a coat. Not including all the winter gear Alric had bought or the rest of random toiletries scattered about.

The scent of fresh brewed caf would fill the air as one left the bedroom, and beyond the living room to the den would reveal the owner of the bobby pins. A slinky flowing robe was tied loosely over her waist, curves lightly swaying as she would pace, listening to the daily report. In her hand was a cup of stimcaf, on the large office desk beside her, lukewarm tea. Her hair was a sleep mused mess, and perched on her nose were a pair of reading glasses. Those were new. The comm call of an early morning holoconference was not.

"What are the results of the research and development on the oil spill clean up bots?" She would ask, staring onto the 360 degree holo display that would reveal reports, memos and notes.

For her, it was business as usual.

 

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Danger Arceneau"]

Alric wandered through the bedroom, eyes eyes folding over the Dresses, the suitcase, and the unpacked shoes. He noted another hairbrush sitting on his dresser top, his eyebrows scrunching slightly before moving on. His face contorted and then his shoulders rolled in a heavy shrug. A loud yawn escaped passed his lips, barely covered by his hand. He shifted, and then moved through the bedroom, not even bothering with putting on a shirt.

In the distance he could hear Danger speaking, taking morning reports from ATC.

The Tetan himself had long ago let the day to day running of Vanir Technologies fall to a staff of excellent executives that he himself had picked. Every single division was overseen by a Vice President, and then those VP's were managed by a President who himself was managed by Alric. He received reports daily, but more often then not Alric simply let the company run itself.

He got involved on certain projects, but the construction business had been so vast and good that it was impossible to oversee everything, and as such the Tetan simply relied on his employees to do their jobs. It helped him take things easier and focus on more important matters while maintaining the direction of the company itself.

Simple really.

As he moved into the living room it became obvious that Danger had not exactly taken that route. She sat on the Sofa, a hundred or so reports sprawled all about her, her voice even and questioning, then commanding. She shifted tones so quickly it was hard to follow, but it was easy to see that she really was the brains behind ATC. Alric stalled for a moment, simply watching her in the doorway. He lingered half a second longer, then wandered up behind her.

His arms slipped around her, one hand falling down onto her chest while the other slowly looped barely above it. His lips pressed silently against her cheek as she spoke.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

[member="Alric Kuhn"]

[ We are making progress with the first prototypes, Miss Arceneau. ]

The comm would relay the Department head of Browncoat Arms and Industrial Research and Development department. They were working along side Salacia Consolidated, their department focusing more and more every month on green alternatives for a sustainable and brighter future. This new project dealt with using nanotechnology, but not on a microscopic level.

[ While we initially believed that using nanites would work best, we came to the conclusion that a larger prototype would work more efficiently and effectively.]

These would be robots who would take the concept of cleaning corrosion and chemical spills, and enhancing them to be able to neutralize and clean the area free of toxins. This would be vital for worlds like Vjun or Quesh, whose acid rains and intolerable atmospheres may provide to rehabilitate damaged worlds.

“How much have the prototype been able to - “ the sound of a quick intake of breath broke the stream of words, her chest rising at the sudden warmth and the presence of Alric at her back. She felt the brush of his beard against her cheek, the slight squeezing of his arms that drew her into and embrace. Had she not just set her cup of stimcaf on the table, she likely would have dropped it.

[ Ma’am? Pardon, there must be something wrong with the comm, I missed your last.]

Danger immediately attempted to gather her bearings, blinking rapidly behind the black frames of her spectacles. Yet, mind and body were at odds with the distraction.

“What is the percentage of toxin neutralization, Mistah Vyan?” the query came out quick, if a bit breathless. One might believe that perhaps it was do to a technical error in part of the comm.

Meanwhile, Danger’s hand came up to lightly scratch at Alric’s jaw with her fingers, a silent greeting of good morning. His slightly warmer than lukewarm tea perched right at her desk for him to take.

 

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Danger Arceneau"]

Alric slowly kissed his way from her cheek down to her jaw. His fingers gently pressed down against her skin and indented slightly.

"Good morning." He whispered into her ear as his lips pressed again.

His earlier thoughts had been momentarily forgotten, replaced by amusement that now ran through him from distracting Danger. He didn't even really pay attention to the call, he wasn't really interested. If the two of them wanted, they could likely ruin each others companies in half a day. Both of them left insider information laying around the apartment or their ships when they were together, and both of them shared so much throughout their days that it was impossible not to know almost every secret.

Neither of them really minded though.

At least Alric didn't.

The company was a side project, something to do when nothing else was to be done. To him, Vanir Technologies could collapse tomorrow and he would still have the important things. He would still have his daughters, and he would still have Danger. Nothing else besides that really mattered to him. Danger probably felt a tad different, given the legacy that ATC held, but it was enough to know that she trusted him.

Almost implicitly.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

[member="Alric Kuhn"]

It was hard to concentrate.

[ So far we are getting a ten percent neutralization. The byproducts are oxygen and water. ]

Danger felt herself melt in Alric's arms, the whisper of glistaweb silk dipping by a brush of a hand. Cool air left goosebumps in there wake, although the arguement could be said it was not due to the cold.

[ We are hoping that perhaps with proper calibrations, we can increase that to twenty five percent...]

Lids fell shut, breathing spiked. What was it about Alric Kuhn that could make her melt like butter on a hot pan? Small blessings that her morning reports were not of a holo video nature, else her research and development team were getting a whole new kind of personal observation study.

It was the hopes that this new development into sustainable green energy that would bring a brighter future to do called 'trash' worlds. Leaving w smaller carbon footprint was becoming more important to the trade queen, and it was more evident every passing day. New materials were constantly being researched and produced; it was a topic of conversation she had with Alric more than once over a meal or more recently, that midnight snack.

Perhaps that is why she was looking over this more personally than other projects. She did also have a soft spot for Makai Dashiell and his father. Seeing them more often than not was a joy for her.

[... With luck we can potentially meet that goal in less than a months time ....]

Bristles would rasp and warm lips would sooth, and Danger shut her eyes as Alric accidently shifted her spectacles askew with his temple. She didn't really care at the moment, not when he...

[ Would you prefer us to being testing with acid next, Miss Arceneau? ]

Wait! Prototype!

 

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Danger Arceneau"]

His fingers pressed again, his other arm slowly tightening just below her neck to pull her closer towards him. His lips planted just below her ear, his eyes dashing towards the screen that was laid out in front of Danger.

"This all seems very important." He said quietly to her as his fingers pressed again.

In truth, he had absolutely no idea what she was currently surveying. Oh he could have looked, and he could have intoned, but in truth she had not asked for his help, and as such Alric had kept his nose out of it. That was one of their unspoken rules. They would share everything if asked, but if not, it was best to leave it be and be quiet, though of course sometimes curiosity simply overtook one of them and they simply asked.

For Alric especially it was difficult not to involve himself when something piqued his curiosity, so most times he simply waited for Danger to ask his help, rather than the him questioning her.

Right now however, he was simply having fun. His fingers tightened, his grip pulled her tight against him as he whispered again. "Maybe I should leave you alone."

His embrace softened a bit, though only in mock retreat.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

[member="Alric Kuhn"]


[ Would you prefer us to being testing with acid next, Miss Arceneau? ]

The hand that had stroked his cheek went slipping over to hold his arm in place. Her chest rose and fell, a pulse beating wildly at her throat.
[ Miss Arceneau? ]

Her eyes blazed a smoky emerald hue, lids at half mast behind the black frames perched upon her nose. Her palm went sliding down, until her hand covered his own, cupping it with encouraging pressure.

"Yes, please continue." she said, a hitch in her voice barely noticeable. One would have assumed that the instruction was to the Research and Development team. That is, if one had not caught the quickening in her eyes that were currently staring up at the Tetan over her shoulder.

[Then we will start testing in the laboratory then move towards testing in real time.]

Once they were done with laboratory testing, then it would move onto a real world experiment. The nanobots were intended to be deployed en mass, powered by solar energy that would charge a small powercell. It took a lot of research and technology to ensure all the processes fit and made sense on nanobot less than the size of the tip of your finger, but it was progress.

"How far do you intend to progress?" came her next query. Her gaze never wavered from Alric's.

[ Vjun was suggested, as were a few planets south of Corellian Spine ]

 

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Danger Arceneau"]

He smiled against her cheek, his beard brushing up against her skin. Her hand covered his own, and it struck him, even as she pushed down against his fingers, just how small she was compared to him. The Tetan's arm tightened around her again, pulling her close as his fingers danced across her flesh. His grin grew as she spoke, his lips pushing against her skin and then parting as his teeth sunk into the lobe of her ear for half a second before his voice breathed out.

"Ohhh I don't know." Alric mused, his voice nearly a song. "I think they need to be told how far to progress."

Everything would be at her pace.

Alric needed her to know that, to remember it.

It was clear now that Alric had made his decision, that he knew where he was and what he wanted, but that he wanted Danger to know too. That she should be ready and prepared for what it all meant, for what it would do to the two of them. He smiled against her cheek even as that thought passed through him, as his fingers kneaded roughly, and his arm tightened its embrace around her to pull her flush against his chest.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

[member="Alric Kuhn"]


There is always a give and take. Cost to benefit Ratio. Risk management. Life had taught Danger a few things when it came to business, teaching her what she wanted out of it.

A greater return on her investment.

Fresh from the luxurious water ‘fresher, Danger lightly dried her hair. She would fan the auburn tresses, brushing it until it fell in soft waves over her shoulders. She was in no particular hurry, her flight but two hours away. The travel suitcase lay on the bed, open wide with items tossed back in. Normally one of the girls would help her, but when it came to spending time with Alric, she went on to do it herself. There wasn’t no need for Aeri or any of the other girls to come with, even with their mild objections that she needed them to work through her day. Rubbish, the time that came where she couldn’t pack her own suitcase was the day she’d cut off both her legs, and even then, she’d still have the arms to get packing.

The scattered collection of toiletries were gathered into a smaller bag. The hair dryer, her perfume, her toothbrush. A frown came to her as she spotted another brush by the bed. Didn’t she already pack it? It would dawn on her a few seconds later that she had left that one behind from her other trip.

In it went.

She was getting more forgetful with each trip, which made her ponder perhaps she did need a checklist to ensure she kept everything together. But something always stayed behind none the less, regardless how many ticks of that mental checklist she made.

With the time she had, she had enough to get dressed and maybe go out to lunch with Alric before she left. Sticking six bobby pins into her mouth, she held them as her hands wound through her thick hair. Peering at the mirror, with her robe half falling off one creamy shoulder, Danger got to work with winding up locks of hair and pinning them in place.

Ever so lightly, the tilting sound of her humming would resonate through the bedroom.

 

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Danger Arceneau"]

Alric slowly moved through the apartment.

There was a cup of tea in his hand, though by now it was more than a little cold. That didn't bother him though, he took a sip and smiled slightly, looking at the sofa and table that sat before it. His eyes wandered away from where he and Danger had been only a few minutes ago and moved towards the kitchen. Another cup sat there, caf. It had been Danger's of course, or was, he supposed. That thought brought a smile to his face, though slowly it disappeared as he heard her hum.

It was a soft melody, a tune that barely carried save for the emptiness of his apartment.

Slowly Alric moved towards it, as if entranced by a siren song.

It didn't take him long to move through the apartment. The main bedroom was on the same level as the living room and kitchen, or at least Alric had made it into the main bedroom. The other floors were rather untouched right now, had been since Danger had started to sleep there more regularly.

Slowly the Tetan wandered towards the bathroom, his smile making a return as he stepped into the doorway. His eyes fell on Danger, a subtle glow coming from her skin. Alric smiled his soft smile, watching her as slowly the curls of her hair began to fold.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

[member="Alric Kuhn"]

The soft melody would float lightly across the room, a low thrumming sound, soft like a mellowed organ, but with a roughness that would rasp the spine deliciously with a stimulating wave of sound. It would dip and rise, with each rise and fall of her arms as her fingers ran through her hair.

It was an oddly graceful arch and fold of movement, the capture of silver glinted auburn, the smoothing of the fold with the pads of her fingers, the slide of a bobby pin with another. The act had her leaning forward a bit towards her reflection, and every now and then she would give herself a critical inspection, focusing on the fall of her hair, the set of the curl. With the light of the overhead mirror shining upon her, the faint dusting of freckles and a few scattered sunspots peeked out over the part of her robe, the curve of her shoulder. They joined the faint bristle burn that mapped her flesh.

Wide green eyes would catch movement on the corner of the mirror, lashes lifting to lock onto Alric as the Queen of Trade slid a bobby pin into place to set the fold. He stood there for a moment, cup of cold tea in hand, watching her with a soft focus in his expression, a lingering curve to his smile.

She shined him a hint of a smile, as much as one with two bobby pins held in their mouth could. The hum came to a pause, waning in his appearance. Tucking one in by the right side of her head, she withdrew the last bobby pin from her mouth to say,

"You've an inklin' at tryin' that new restaurant on the fifth level before I go?" the rasp of her voice would sing over to him, placing the bobby pin back between the fullness of her lips to free her hands once more.

 

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Danger Arceneau"]

He lingered in the door, not saying anything but instead simply watching her.

For a moment she wondered how this should feel. They were having fun, enjoying themselves, maybe they were even falling in love, maybe one of them was already in love to begin with. He smiled slightly, just barely, it wasn't the smug smile he had worn earlier, it wasn't the grin he used to bait her fiery side, it was a simple smile of joy.

Slowly he wandered over to her, his cup was set down on the edge of the marble counter top, his hand sliding from its hand just as his arm came to latch around Danger. His other hand slid across her stomach and wrapped around her, holding her tight. He pulled her closed, kissing the back of her shoulder then slowly resting his head on it.

"Stay." Alric said, his eyes looking at her own through the mirror.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

[member="Alric Kuhn"]

"Hmm?" Came her query, watching him through the reflection with questioning eyes. She still had one bobby pin indenting the flesh between her lips, with two hands smoothing up a strand of hair and folding it in. The bristle of his beard tickled, the weight of his chin upon her shoulder. Her back flushed against the hard wall of his chest.

He had a curious expression on his face; contentment mixed with simple joy. Compared to how she found him almost a year ago in her ship, it was a drastic difference. He stood a little taller, a bit more color to his face, a healthy weight to the Tetan. Guilt didn't seem to linger in his eyes.

Danger was happy for him.

"Reckon we don't have to go to the restaurant then," she added after taking the bobby pin from her mouth. "We could stay here and eat then."

Danger wasn't expecting any other context, nor was she fishing for it. It was back in Corellia where she had come to terms where she stood, when he ran off after she broke it down what exactly he felt. What they had now, that companionship, at her age now was fine. She wasn't expecting anything. She wasn't pushing for more.

She was meant to be the spice in a man’s life, not the main course.

Part of that had to do with what she always struggled with, everyone had their share of baggage and in that, while she was slowly progressing, it still very much affected her. Was it settling? Maybe. But at the end of her life she didn't want to be alone. She had been for so long that she was willing to to take what she could get.

Life wasn't perfect. There were joys. There were sorrows. There were sacrifices and at times blessings. There ain't any rhyme or reason to it, it just was.

She lived long enough to realize that.

 

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Danger Arceneau"]

He smiled at her in the mirror.

She hadn't realized what his question had meant, maybe it was too out of left field, maybe she didn't quite understand, or maybe she had just thought that Alric would never ask a question like that in the first place. No matter what it was, she seemed to be oblivious to what he meant. Yet Alric had had enough of the suitcases, enough of the constant coming and goings, enough of stumbling over small bags that should have been put away weeks ago.

"No." Alric said quietly as he squeezed her gently. "That's not what I meant."

His hands snaked slightly higher, one slipping beneath her robe so that his thumb gently stroked over the flesh of her stomach. "I mean stay here with me. Don't go."

His voice was soft, suggestive. Alric wasn't making a demand, he wasn't commanding her, he was asking.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

[member="Alric Kuhn"]

The bobby pin fell from her fingers.

It went bouncing onto the marble tabletop, scattering across the surface until it settled by the sink. Wide green eyes would stare blankly at the Tetan’s reflection, and the surprise beheld in her expression was of no small amount. For a moment, she wasn’t sure if she heard correctly. That perhaps she had imagined it. Yet there was no denying the bright blue of his eyes, the question that lay within them, and the gentle stroke of his thumb over her skin.

It felt as if her stomach plummeted to the floor.

The reasonable voice inside her cautioned her to be wary. Perhaps he wanted her to stay a few more days? That made more sense. Any other context didn’t seem possible. Did it?

The pink tip of her tongue went sweeping over the fullness of her lower lip, bringing moisture to the sudden dryness of her mouth. Slowly, Danger began to turn in his embrace, the shift prompting the skim of his hand to trail over her belly, past her ribs, and slowly tug at the belt of the robe. But that was of no consequence, her focus was on Alric, and Alric alone.

Finally facing him, Danger drew back her head, tipping it back to search his eyes, his expression. An auburn length of hair fell along her cheek, the one that she had been attempting to pin up. It cascaded down to fall over her chest, forgotten while she carefully attempted to make sense of her racing mind.

“For how long?” she finally asked, carefully attempting to keep her voice neutral. It was easy to see it wasn’t because she didn't consider it to be important or because she didn't think anything of it.

It was because she cared too much.

 

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Danger Arceneau"]

She was being cautious, careful. Maybe she didn't like the question, maybe it wasn't time yet. For a split second Alric frowned, but it quickly disappeared as he thought better of it. This thing, what they had, it wad developed and grown, it had prospered and moved forward into something bigger than what they had ever had twenty years ago. He smiled slightly, replacing any fear he had had only a few moments ago. His grip on her grew tighter.

"I mean permanently." Alric said, confidence lacing his voice.

Maybe it would take her time, maybe she would have to think about it, but it didn't matter, asking didn't hurt him.

"I want you to live with me, Danger." He continued on. "Whether its here, Tatooine, or anywhere else."

 

[Danger Arceneau]

[member="Alric Kuhn"]

Well there it was.

Her jaw fell slightly in growing shock, mouth closing a second after. Her eyes went round, and her hands came down to rest at his forearms, grip tightening unconsciously on the brawn that lay there. There were several things that struck her. That he wanted her to stay, permanently. That he wanted her to live with him, and finally, that he was willing for it to be Tatooine, of all places.

He hated Tatooine.

Emotions were always a difficult thing for Danger. She normally kept them under a facade of cordiality, or reigned in when it dealt with business. Alric had an ability to draw them out of her, as if digging for water in an old well and breaking the watertable. Her eyes grew glossy, and she bit the fullness of her lower lip.

That was a big step. For him. For her. For them both. There was no hiding from the ‘verse once that line was crossed, not that either had been particularly inclined to give a damn about public appearances at their age. They were friends; best friends one would say that had managed to salvage the tattered remains, sew up old wounds, and make something new. Much like a patchwork quilt, their relationship, whatever it was, had been crafted on bits and pieces of their past and present. This could very well be their future.

Did she have an objection? It would be a lie to say she wasn’t the slightest bit concerned, she was. Living together was an entirely different beast than have the ability to simply come and go as one pleased. This… this was a commitment on its own. An understanding. A cooperation of two individuals under the same roof.

It was enough to get anyone skittish. Not to mention, the uncertainty of what may come out of it. Quiet seconds ticked as Danger mulled over all of this, the uncertainty in her eyes shadowing them a dark green. Things could change between them. What if they made each other crazy? What if it made them draw closer? What if nothing changed and all she had was his companionship, his presence and his conversation when she came home.

Home.

Her gaze would drift from Alric and pan out beyond the bathroom and out towards the bedroom. There she could barely see the open suitcase, her clothes and toiletries within its velvet lining. The mused bed, rumpled sheets. To the cup of caf on the counter beside the nightstand. A realization hit her then.

Tatooine had been her sanctuary, it was where she was born and bred. Where she ran off to when she needed to disappear, to relax, to simply be. That stronghold was the figurative and literal impenetrable fortress that kept her safe.

But it wasn’t her home.

Turning back to Alric, she stared up into his oceanic orbs, cast her survey of the weathered tanned skin, the lines of scars, the thick scruff of his beard. Her chest rose as she took a shuddered breath, lungs burning from the one she had held for so long.

Was it a mistake? Perhaps. Did she care? A part of her did. Another part of her said gorram it. Ultimately, everything could go to the Nine Hells and she would be no different than she was twenty years ago. But a part of her, the one that tightened her grip on his arms, that wanted to curl herself against him and never let him go. The one who simply wanted the companionship of his presence tipped the scale.

So it was with a ghost of a smile, and perhaps the slightest of trembles, that Dangeruese Rose Arceneau gave a slight incline of her head, and answered in a husky voice a verbal agreement she’d never thought she’d make.

“Alright.”

 

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Danger Arceneau"]

He smiled at her.

There wasn't really anything else that he could say, anything that he could add that would enhance or change this moment in anyway that would be significant. He was happy that she had said yes, she was hesitant, but by the look in her eyes Alric could tell that she was excited at the prospect that now lay before the two of them.

The Tetan leaned down and kissed her.

It was a deep, full kiss that told of his appreciation, of the joy that he now felt, and of how he would be glad to have her here every morning, instead of just a few. Perhaps they would learn new things about one another, perhaps they wouldn't, Alric didn't much care if it was one way or another, he already knew everything that he had to.

 

[Cira]

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[member="Alric Kuhn"]

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The question now was on the where?

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Seeing as how Alric wasn’t too keen on Tatooine, and Danger wasn’t too thrilled about the Core Worlds, the logical conclusion resulted with where they were currently presiding over.

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Elysium Station.

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There was irony to it to be sure. Considering that at the start of the journey, it had been Danger’s intention for Alric to find a home. To find some measure of peace in a place he could go back to and rest. The only odd addition is that it will now be her home too.

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There were some logistics to it all. Not to mention a few raised eyebrows. Aeri had a good chuckle about it, enough that Danger didn’t have to be a Zeltron to determine her amusement. The loyal assistant was aiding the Queen of Trade in the logistics of it all. Tall, willowy, with a chic hair cut of her purple hair, Aeri Vyn was a striking woman to behold. With her lavender eyes and her wicked smile, one would figure her to be just a free loving hedonistic wild child. However, there was more to Aeri than met the eye -- so much that there were facets of her Danger didn’t know of.

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Yet the former Titan did.

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Legs as long as the Kessel Run and as crimson as the Leeloni Sea sashayed into Alric’s - and now Danger’s apartment - with a datapad in hand and a gleam in her eye. As Danger’s long time assistant, she was here to ensure that all the essential equipment and items were properly attended to.

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And it would be her whom Alric Kuhn would discover in the middle of his library den.

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