The Imperial Sovereign Protector addressed the Storm Trooper once more.

"You will go where assigned. However, you are hereby assigned to protect Vixen Syren from any harm."

Hearing his orders TK118 is pleased that Jax has kept his word.

"Thank you sir. Sir, May I ask you about this Prince? I don't trust him. What is his story? I have been monitoring his actions for months now. He acts like it is all a business deal but I fear there is another motive behind that."

TK118 stands at attention awaiting Jax response

Kamon nodded to Syren.

"Would it be possible to speak to you alone, Syren? Or must I talk to you in his presence," he says as he nods at the Stormtrooper.

Syren couldn't help but notice the way the Prince addresses the trooper. Slowly, she shifts her gaze towards the ebony clad Sovereign Protector then to the Trooper; a hint of a smile curving those luscious lips of hers.

Reverting her gaze back to the Prince, she draws in a subtle breath and nods once.

"Follow me."


Syren leads the Prince out of the lounge area and off towards the atrium. Of course the Trooper and possibly the Sovereign Protector follow; atleast for a time. Once at the atrium, Syren gives a respectful nod to both protectors then turns to the Prince as the glass doors are closed; seemingly of their own volition.


"We meet again."

Casual, Syren saunters over to one of her favorite blooms, once again idly brushing a fingertip gently over its velvety soft petals. A gentle shake of her head sends a few stray strands of onxy hued hair off her forehead when she turns to look upon the Prince once more.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?"

A Sovereign Protector, and trained Sith Lord, he did not let a simple thing like doors keep him from his duty of protection. He acknowledged her wish for privacy, bet kept a keen watch through the Dark Force.

TK118 also follows her and the prince to the glass doors.
Thankfully the high tech trooper helmets have built in heat sensitive vision, so he can watch then through the frosted glass.
He can see them, but he is still very uneasy and paces just outside the door.
"I don't like this sir" he says to Jax.
"It seems that everywhere this prince goes trouble is not far behind."
"He and I have already had a running into and I fear he means to harm Syren"

Still pacing, TK118 is on the edge of breaking though the glass and introducing the prince to the business end of his blaster.

"Sir, you seem to know who he is. What does the prince want with Syren? What are his intentions?" he asks Jax

The Sovereign Protector answered simply and directly.

"He has an itch in his loins for a good looking bride.
A trophy, really. However, he is of little consiquence. I could easily end his life, as could Syren. Not really worth the effort of worrying."

Kamon followed her into the room, and scanned it for bugs. There weren't any so he began to talk.

"You know why I'm here, Syren. I love you, and I aim to try and win you. You must understand that I will not stop for my life. I'd lay my life down for you. I want you to be my wife. I want you to be someone to care for, love, and talk to. You must understand my plight."

He begged for her to accept.

Syren had been watching the Sovereign Protector and the Stormtrooper for a few minutes as they remained ever vigilant just outside of the atrium; well, she was watching them until the Prince started speaking, then she simply reverts her hauntingly dark eyes to his.

As he finishes, she brings her hand up to rub at the bridge of her nose lightly a few times with her index finger and thumb. Lowering her hand, she shakes her head gently.

"Let me see if I have this right. You ... want me ... to marry you!?"

Syren's voice was filled with astonishment as she processes the Prince's words. Was he nuts!?

"Look, your Highness; we've met twice now personally and the first time was only to seal a business deal; and now you're asking me to marry you?? In case you haven't noticed, I'm a Dark Jedi. I don't love, I don't feel."

Syren's still searching for something in all of this open insanity that she can use to further her own greedy goals. Sure he has looks, money and a spacial palace; but there was more she wanted....

Kamon sighed.

"I'm not asking you to marry me yet. I am asking you to at least attempt to be friendly with me. That will be a start. And, I know you feel. I have seen you express emotion before. You can't tell me you don't have emotions."

He glanced at the door to see if the two "protectors" were still there.