Xanaphia
Evil Midweek Cutie
- Joined
- Sep 28, 2013
“What’s that?” Mith’ras asked, standing erect, his ears twitching to catch the distant sound, “Are you expecting anyone?”
“You know I am not,” Sheila assured, pouring herself back into her work, “Take care of it, won’t you?”
The Cathar bodyguard moved towards the elevator entrance, the soft whirring of servos loud enough to be undeniable now. Someone was coming, unannounced. A stun stick dropped into his hand as muscles tensed, in preparation for a fight. The doors opened before him, a figure he had met only once before, but whose presence had been etched in his memories. “You’re not allowed up here.”
“Then stop me,” the slender man called making a sweeping motion with his hand. The cathar went through the glass walls, landing hard against the wall in the next room. Sheila stood from her workstation now, backing away from the approaching man.
“I did everything you asked! We have no dispute,” Sheila argued, wearing her fear in her eyes as he brought out his crimson lightsaber.
“Nothing personal, Mistress Golb. You understand, it’s strictly business,” Aldane assured her, his tone at odds with his intentions. He brought up his saber, only to strike at a chair flying at him from across the room.
“Oh, did they forget to tell you I am not taking new business today?” Sheila quipped, suddenly wielding a green lightsaber. The baronet had just enough time to bring up his blade in defense, as he pieced together the scene.
“Scarlet! I was not expecting you,” He admitted, pleasantly surprised by the turn of events.
“That’s not my name,” She snarled, pushing him back with several quick slices.
“Your body paint begs to differ,” he mocked, back flipping away from her to pull his shoto from his belt as well, “You always did look good in red.” They locked blades again, Aldane gaining advantage as he pushed forward with both blades.
“You know I am not,” Sheila assured, pouring herself back into her work, “Take care of it, won’t you?”
The Cathar bodyguard moved towards the elevator entrance, the soft whirring of servos loud enough to be undeniable now. Someone was coming, unannounced. A stun stick dropped into his hand as muscles tensed, in preparation for a fight. The doors opened before him, a figure he had met only once before, but whose presence had been etched in his memories. “You’re not allowed up here.”
“Then stop me,” the slender man called making a sweeping motion with his hand. The cathar went through the glass walls, landing hard against the wall in the next room. Sheila stood from her workstation now, backing away from the approaching man.
“I did everything you asked! We have no dispute,” Sheila argued, wearing her fear in her eyes as he brought out his crimson lightsaber.
“Nothing personal, Mistress Golb. You understand, it’s strictly business,” Aldane assured her, his tone at odds with his intentions. He brought up his saber, only to strike at a chair flying at him from across the room.
“Oh, did they forget to tell you I am not taking new business today?” Sheila quipped, suddenly wielding a green lightsaber. The baronet had just enough time to bring up his blade in defense, as he pieced together the scene.
“Scarlet! I was not expecting you,” He admitted, pleasantly surprised by the turn of events.
“That’s not my name,” She snarled, pushing him back with several quick slices.
“Your body paint begs to differ,” he mocked, back flipping away from her to pull his shoto from his belt as well, “You always did look good in red.” They locked blades again, Aldane gaining advantage as he pushed forward with both blades.