Unknown Space: Undisclosed System

Within the vast unending blackness of space a distant star emerges filling the incorporal void that is inhabited by small amounts of light, a source of all life in the galaxy, both past, present and future. Without light most life would perish within darkness.

It was this light that would reveal a star courier, re-entering real space within the system. The soft glow illuminating the hull of the spacecraft as it lazily made it's way to its destination.

From within on the port side of the ship, if one cared to look out the transparasteel port views one could see the star, the transparasteel window giving a lens flare effect as the light gently poured in to the cabin of the ship.

Inside the cabin stood an individual a lone woman draped in a red wine colored cloak, the upper half of her facial features shrouded within the shade of her hood. As she spoke to two individuals on a holovid, one, named Varon of the Utapaun species and on his left, Miguel, of human decent.

"Lady Jem, it is a pleasure to have you return so early." Varon said

"Ready the starport for my arrival..." she simply replied her own silouette donning an out of phase colored view from the two aid's holovid.

"We will inform Master Zeta?" Varon asked.

"No, I shall speak with him myself...alone." Such details of her prior travels would be given in the presence of Zeta alone, through the force she could sense that Zeta wished not to be disturbed, unless it was her.

"As you wish my lady." Varon replied.

The holovid flickered off leaving Jem within the luxeries her cabin and yacht provided. As she turned to sit down within her Form Chair, she crossed her legs in casual thought, she leaned forward resting her hands on her knee, as the comlink magically came to life, as called on by the force.

"Start the approach for landing." Is all she simply said as the comlink turned off.

Unknown Private Location:


A faint thumping sound of an object touching ground could be heard repeatedly echoing down the long and narrow corridoor that Jem moved through with a cat like grace stroll. The object was being moved by a large masculine hand. A hand that had once been recognized as strong but now looked rather deceiving because of the object that the hand often carried around with it.


The figure that depended on the object suddenly struggled for breath, gasping, he found himself needing to stop in his steady yet cautious walk. He began to wheeze, calling out to his wife weakly.

"I must.. have my.. hoverchair..."

For just one moment, just one instant, he had wanted his wife to see him as the strong and energetic Zabrak she had married. He was growing strong again.

The time was coming, he could feel it. It would not be much longer now...

In the darkened narrow corridor, Jem came upon her husband. His ever-haunting reddish-yellowish eyes peering toward her in the near distance, she lowered her cloak as the two lovers closed to each other.

"Yes Master..."

With a wave of the hand she motioned to her aids to retrieve his chair, as they did so, she consolingly found her left hand resting on his chest, her right gently on his back. His wife's gorgeous blue eyes softly studied him, her husband, and the man she loved.

He was a powerful spirit, indeed strong within the darkside, and his strength was quickly returning.

Once the hoverchair came and Zeta was seen to, Jem turned to her aids briefly.

"Leave us." Without a word, both Miguel and Varon turned to leave as Jem and Zeta made there way to their private quarters.

Private Quarters

"...The second holobook of the Compendium shall be in our hands, the other and the manuscript shall be within our grasp shortly thereafter." She assured him with a smooth confidence.

From within the sleeves of the dark red-wined colored cloak, she took out a small handheld holoprojector. Emitting a holographic image of the ruined foundation it was hidden in...

Private Chamber

"A shame that it will be all too easy, my love," Zekkath expressed with some minor disappointment in his greedy eyes.

"You know how I enjoy a challenge."

It was time for the native Iridonian to get his feet wet once again, and while he longed for ancient pieces of history, he also longed for a good chase of cat and mouse. A chance to manipulate new and young Sith blood. Old blood too.

He laughed lightly at the thought, a twinkle of pleasure in his cold eyes.

"You and I will go alone... no aids."

From within the shadows, Zeta caught a faint flicker of body movement, Miguel's. He saw a flash of disappointment cross the boy's face, knowing that he would not be accompanying Mistress Razel.


It made Zeta smile, knowing that he could bring someone else even the slightest amount of displeasure.

A supple and luscious smile perspicaciously came to her lips in the most inviting way. She knew Miguel to be in their presence, she sensed him to her right and just slightly to her back, sneaking into the shades of darkness within the room just after the conversation began.

Even though she gave him orders to leave the couple's presence, she was not angered by his disobedience, at the very least, not this time.

If Miguel liked watching her, Jem felt she should also give him something to watch.

And with a walking grace almost as if she was walking on blackened dreamtime water, she smoothly with a flowing grace made it to Zeta.

"Yes, it's quite a shame, I agree." she said, coming to sit on her husbands lap sideways, with him to her left.

She crossed her upper thigh over the other, knee over knee. Her luscious toned legs making their presence known, through the opening in her lower dark red cloak, the skin a gorgeously perfect golden like tone- as the material of her cloak fell to the sides.

"Being alone with you sounds so inviting, we will be enroute to the planet for hours..." She said, her eyes washing passionately over him.

"You'll enjoy the experience..." She said, in a hypnotizing tone.

In a loving gesture rarly seen to public eye, the Zabrak lightly grasped his wife's left hand and brought her knuckles to his lips.

His eyes expressed both excitement and madness while he brought her hand downward to rest upon his lap in a forbidden nonpublic manner.


"I'm enjoying myself quite immensely already my dear.."

It didn't take much for the beast to find pleasure when it came to his wife. Perhaps it was the look of her, the smell of her. Her touch. He was not sure which, but he expected her to take care of his needs. She never left him unsatisfied. It could have been said once upon a time that he left her satisfied as well.


Yet the beast was old now, barely kept together. The force and his inner will doing their best to keep him whole.

The Iridonian was not blind to the wandering eyes of his wife, nor of the way Miguel observed his wife's luscious form from head to toe.

She would eventually drift to the boy, but perhaps with some sense of hesitation. Never without an inner secret desire of longing, of want for the rippling young yet hard body that was Miguel. He would feed her pleasures.

He would not allow his wife to do without and so sooner or later, Zeta would need to talk with the boy. Jem would have his acceptance. She would come to Zeta, asking to have Miguel, and he would give his permission.

But for now.. She was still his, just his.

"You have the loveliest eyes.."

[FONT=Arial Narrow]With a light wave of her blonde locks out of her sight Jem's gorgeous blue eyes alluringly washed over Zeta with a beautiful magnetism. Hinting with a addictive salaciousness, her slender hand which was guided to Zeta's lap in its forbidden manner seemed to rest there in the most comfortable lustful way. She didn't answer Zeta's comment directly, her lips electing to form a slow luscious enticing smile as her gaze stayed with him. She knew that was the only answer he needed, and perhaps it was a better answer to him then any spoken word could provide. With that the comlink on Zeta's hoverchair sprang to life, on the other end, was Varon.[/FONT]

"Prepare my shuttle for depature…"[FONT=Arial Narrow] She said as her voice sang out[/FONT]

"As you wish, my lady." [FONT=Arial Narrow]Varon had replied as the comlink shut off - going about his duty.

Lightly she traced her finger down the middle of Zeta's chest, as she watched him seductively.[/FONT]

He wondered how she was able to love him. He was half of what he once was and yet she still loved him.

"I would do anything for you," the tired Sith said as he brought a black gloved hand forward to gently caress his wife's left cheek.

"We both know that I am not the man I once was. I have always found confidence in my work, in what I do for a living. I've never had any true fears. Not until I found you. If you leave me, I will be nothing, I will have nothing. You could take all the power I have to give, become stronger than I, and I still would have nothing to fear, so long as you don't leave me."

He was afraid to lose her.

Zekkath would stop at nothing to please his wife, would go to the end of the galaxy and back again.

Yet he was nothing unless he had her.

"A man is nothing without a woman by his side. Where he is powerful, she is wise. Where he is brash, she is level-headed. A man needs a woman so that he may learn right from wrong. His real strength and power comes from her, and should any men say otherwise, they know not the influence of a woman, for she is a woman for a reason, and he a man."

Taking the hand that had cascaded over his chest with light yet heavenly fingertips, he pressed her palm to his lips and kissed her there.

"I am nothing without you. Know that I cherish you, even as I know that I am unable to give you as much as I once could give."