Vacationland or Revenge Assassination Diamond Heist?

[Damian Starchaser]

Damian was… excited to say the least. And it wasn’t for the obvious reasons. The truth was… subjective. A slim little smirk crawled over Damians face. They had landed on Zeltros and arrived at the resort. Damian had invited [member="Chevu Visz"] on a bit of a trip, having felt poorly for having knocked her unconscious. There others as well, not friends but distant acquaintances. [member="Cole Katarn"], and [member="Abigail Kallisto"] invited along for the rides. Damian didn’t have any contacts or friends, in the galactic alliance and figured this would be a great time to collect a few. Among those he invited was [member="Katya Shorn"], despite her little tirade at his perfectly legitimate business meeting. This was his way of making it up to her.

The small group, those who came, arrived without incident. The resort itself was nice. It wasn’t the largest on the planet, but that was part of its charm. Instead of a large mega hotel with multiple pools and rooms like cages the seaside resort consisted instead of rows of little bungalows along a pristine beach. Each bungalow, while fully enclosed with all modern amenities, was decorated with thatched roofs and external walls of tropical wood. It all helped create atmosphere.

Although there was pools and other activity centers the main draw was the beach and ocean…. and the pretty pink women. They were everywhere providing services or just partying around on the beach. Yes this was paradise. Of course that wasn’t why Damian was here.

“So I’ve provided everything you need,” Damian said with a smile. “The latest fashion for all of you. Straight from my company.” Granted his company wasn’t really a thing yet… but whatever. Truth was he had packed what was of use to him. And that was giving the women the best looking clothing he could. Revealing, sexy. All part of the plan, and the plan wasn’t to get laid.

As the group met and were shown to their room Damian looked around staring at a man in an impeccable suit with a smile. Target acquired.

 

[Chevu Visz]

Damien Starchaser thought this was a vacation. Wrong. For Chevu Visz, Jedi Marshal, this was a chance to keep an onyx eye on this tow-haired menace who tried to break one of the Alliance's captive dark siders, [member="Kana Truden"] out of prison. Sure, the young man had apologized for putting her in a choke hold and shooting at her shifter friend. Yes, he seemed to be accepted by the rest of the Alliance, but Chevu wasn't completely convinced that Damian wasn't up to no good. So she agreed to come to Zeltos for a spell. Watching out for nefarious activity within their ranks was what the Darkmeld did after all.

Chevu politely thanked the Marek clone for the clothing, and went to her bungalow to change. The black, high-necked bikini from his clothing line fit her like a glove. How did he get her size anyway? Wait. She didn't want to know.

Once changed, the Mirialan Jedi Marshal emerged from her room, gigantic dark sunglasses shielding her eyes from the lascivious stares of pink-skinned men.

"Meet you on the beach?" she suggested to Damian.

I'm watching you, Marek.

[member="Damian Starchaser"] [member="Abigail Kallisto"] [member="Katya Shorn"] [member="Cole Katarn"]

 

[Armand Temi]

Abigail was uber-excited to travel to Zeltros. The first planet she had visited after leaving The Retreat was Ziost, but unlike this new Z-named world, she and her father Draco Vereen had explored a dark ruins and ran into trouble with an active Sith spirit, causing the padawan to stab her own dad with a lightsaber. Both of them survived - a little shaken - but no worse for wear. Although Abi had been feeling very funny after that trip - moody perhaps. Occasionally feverish and fatigued. But she assumed she'd just caught some type of virus from cold weather on Ziost and didn't think too much of it. In reality, the ancient Sith Spirit had possessed the Padawan and lay inside her dormant for the time being.

And she didn't feel too ill to miss hanging out at a resort on one of the most fun-loving planets in the galaxy! The Zeltros women were incredible. They wore the coolest outfits, very skimpy of course, but stylish nonetheless. Abi felt that she could be much older than her fifteen years of age. Daddy probably won't like me being here, but what he doesn't know won't hurt him. And the person who invited her to Zeltros was Damien Starchaser of the Galatic Alliance. He was some sort of Jedi fashion entreprenuer, which intrigued the teenager. And he was a hottie to boot! But she had very little experience with boys, so the padawan felt herself suddenly shy and at a loss for words.

Abigail wore a white string bikini, but feeling a little modest around the strangers, she covered up her body with a light-weight short dress on top.

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Following the green-skinned Jedi Marshal, the young padawan exclaimed, "I can't wait to lie around on the beach!" That's what they were doing right? She had her holobook, her sunscreen and her towel. What else did they need?

"This is soooo much better than the cold of Ziost," she added.

[member="Damian Starchaser"] [member="Chevu Visz"] [member="Katya Shorn"] [member="Cole Katarn"]

 

[Damian Starchaser]

Damian stripped down and headed toward the beach. Rays of sun caressed naked flesh as he approached the water. “Are you a good swimmer?” he said looking over to Chevu and Abigail. He flashed them both one of his trademark disarming smile as he began to stretch his arms into the air preparing for a little swim in the ocean. There was a little island set just off the coast. More of a sand bar really, but a few palm trees had grown on it. Damian imagined at low tide most if not all of the water receded around the island and it became a mere extension of the beach. Still it seemed the perfect place for both privacy and to observe.

A small facility stood on the far side of the little grove. Studying the local wildlife. A research center. And yet there was something inside that interested Damian, and bad men who had to be stopped.

“I’m a great swimmer. I always loved the water.” Damians mind wandered for a moment. Did Marek or [member="Coren Starchaser"] like water? His mind went over scenarios and compared himself and his physique to theirs. Was it genetic or some sort of memory? A shiver ran down his spine at the thought he might be like Marek. Looking over to the island he asked, “You guys want to swim out to that little island? We should be able to walk back after low tide.”

He didn’t know a lot about Abigail but heard she had lived a sheltered life, hadn’t spent a lot of time on planets. He reached a hand out to her. “The water is shallow, and I can help you if you want.”


[member="Chevu Visz"] [member="Abigail Kallisto"]

 

[Chevu Visz]

Chevu was a great swimmer. Having been raised in the Arkanian mountains, she'd come to Sullust without knowing how, but Master Oomomo fixed that. The planet might have been covered in active volcanoes, but deep underground, there were lake-sized hot springs. The athletic Mirialan regularly spent hours doing laps in the Sullustan warm pools deep underneath the biodomes. The Jedi Knight was in peak physical condition. She had to be in order to fight on the front lines against the Sith. The Marek clone asked the women if they'd like to swim out to the sandbar that was visible from the beach. Oh you better karking believe I do. I'm not letting you out of my sight. Especially with this padawan around.

She shrugged and nodded. "Sure. Race you."

The Mirialan flashed Starchaser a grin and just like that she was splashing into the waves, propelling herself through the water like a dolphin.

[member="Damian Starchaser"] [member="Abigail Kallisto"]

 

[Armand Temi]

"Well I uh...," Abigail started, flushing with embarrassment, though it was likely her blush would be mistaken for a mild sunburn. "I was raised on a space station. There was a biodome, but nothing like this," she exclaimed.

So needless to say the padawan did not know how to swim, and she didn't propel herself like the Chevu-dolphin. In horror, Abigail considered that she would be floundering around, dog paddling and slurping up water... all in front of this Jedi hottie! But c'mon Abi, what's the worst that could happen? You are Daughter Dragon, heiress of ArmaTech and the child of the famous Mandalorian warrior Draco Vereen. Surely you are tougher than this!

The teenager stripped off her sun-dress in one fluid motion, revealing her white bikini. Her skin was pale and did look dangerously close to burning already.

"Okay I'm ready! Sure, let's go in the shallows first," she said, smiling at Damian Starchaser. Wow, even his name was dreamy.

[member="Chevu Visz"] [member="Damian Starchaser"]

 

[Damian Starchaser]

The young man made sure to precede Abigail into the water dunking himself under the water to return to the surface glistening and wet. An angelic smile followed as he stared into her eyes and offered his hands. Gently he coaxed her away from the shore and deep into the water. Rays of sun warmed her pale flesh, until they finally started to descend into deeper water. Lapping waves of refreshing ocean caressed them and caused Damian to bob as he pulled the girl alongside of him.

Finally she was up to nearly her chin, though Damian had a short distant yet to go before he was submerged. “Alright,” Damian said with both her hands in hers. “I’m going to take a step back, into the deeper water.” Sunlight reflected from his golden hair and bronzed his skin. “When I do, you won’t be able to touch the ground. Just lift up your feet and kick behind you….” pointing down to his feet he demonstrated the motion. “I’ll hold onto you, I promise. Nothing bad will happen while you’re with me.”

And then, maintaining a firm grip on both the girls hands, Damian took a step backward, followed by another. Abigail followed until she could no longer touch the ground and started to kick violently. “No need to be too fast, slow long strokes work better.” Well kind of. There was a whole aquadynamics thing to consider about it. Obviously faster was better but the girl didn’t need to win a race just keep afloat.

[member="Abigail Kallisto"] [member="Chevu Visz"]

 

[Armand Temi]

When Abigail said shallows, she expected to standing in water up to her knees. But when Damian submerged, he appeared to be in deeper water than she was ready for. His skin shone under the glittering sun, much like a seal's coat. Not that Abi had seen a seal close up. Books, holomovies and data archives were how she knew of the galaxy, except for her summers in Yavin. And even at Jedi Camp, she had been too busy training to learn to swim.

"Okay, I can do this," she said aloud. As they walked, she stiffened up with the slap of each wave against her slim, athletic torso. He took her hands and she relaxed, letting him guide her. A flash of fear swept over her wide-eyed expression as he mentioned letting go. But she nodded and swallowed down her anxiety.

He suddenly let go and the brunette padawan closed her eyes tightly, kicking with all of her might. She began to tread water, but she floundered and gulped down some sea water. This made her turn to where she could stand again. She sputtered out the water and coughed, but then began to laugh. Abigail turned back towards Damian and tried once again. This time she cheated and used a little of the Force to propel her, just so she could have more balance than she would have naturally. And the edge worked. She began to swim, not gracefully at all. It was a dog paddle at best.

"I just need to watch you swim a bit!" she shouted out. "If I try to copy your movements, I think I'll be in good shape."

She wasn't sinking to the bottom at least, and this would give her an opportunity to watch Damian, really watch him and not feel embarrassed by staring.

[member="Damian Starchaser"] [member="Chevu Visz"]

 

[Damian Starchaser]

Damian smiled and jumped back into the water submerging his body. Like a fish he burst from the water just in deep enough so he had to tread water. “You just need to stay afloat for now,” he said. His arms and feet moved as he kept himself aloft before finally flopping into the water and performing a breast stroke.

He swam in a circle around the girl, spinning under water and lowering and rising his body. For a moment he allowed his stomach to skirt the ocean floor before rising up and standing in front of the girl. “Long strokes,” he said with a smile. “You want to give it a go,” he approached her closely. “I can hold your hands while you kick, so you can get the hang of staying afloat.”

[member="Abigail Kallisto"] [member="Chevu Visz"]