Logged: March 12, 2001
Logged by: Borealis
Titled: Uncovered
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Characters - 
Borealis 
Chai'tyn 
Alex Hamilton 

Scepter Park -- Coronet  
The park spans a mile across and several miles deep. Pathways weave 
in and out of trees bushes, and well-groomed grass along the edge of one of 
the largest lakes on Corellia. Benches and Ramada's are strategically placed 
to take advantage of the most scenic areas. Paddleboats can be seen dotting 
the surface of the lake, and off in the distance is a small stall, which 
rents them. A plethora of wild bird-life can be found in the park for the 
avid birdwatchers of Corellia. 

Borealis 
The human you observe seems slight of build and on the short side at 5"6" 
and roughly 30 standard years of age. His build is that of desk jock and not 
the athletic variety. His face is comely enough and fastidious attention 
seems to be paid to his hygiene. His sandy brown hair is of a stylish mid 
length cut and he has close cropped mustache and beard. Large brown soulful 
eyes look out on the world and his fine Corellian nose give him quite the 
aristocratic look. His movements are quick and bird like as if releasing 
pent up mental energies. 

Today he has donned an outer Caftan of course beige belted with a wide 
leather belt that sports various technical gadgetry. His feet are found in 
sandals that cover most of his flesh and are soled for gripped walking. 
Beneath the outer smock he wears a tunic of brown and jerkins of like color. 
An inner belt cinches the tunic to his slim waist and carries belt pouch of 
more personal items. 

Alex Hamilton 
This is a human male that stands just over 6 feet tall with shoulder length 
brown hair, and green eyes. This individual seems to be in good health and 
looks rather strong for someone of his age, which looks to be in the mid 
thirties. Alex is wearing a very light tan tunic on his upper body. IT seems 
to be rather loose around the arms. He's also wearing a pair of dark tan 
work pants. Various pockets are on each leg, and the pants look like they 
have seen better days. A pair of black work boots are on his feet, and a 
black belt around his waist. There is a light saber hanging from his belt on 
his right side. He is wearing a dark cloak with a hood that conceals his 
features and any items on his person. 

Chai'tyn 
She stands an average height of 1.75 meters, slender but strong, 
flexible but solid and displaying deadly feminine curves appropriately. Her 
limbs seem long for her sinewy body. Hands that move with fluidity and speed 
display long fingernails polished glossy blood red. Her complexion is golden 
matte and seems to absorb light, not reflect it. Her sallow skin is offset 
by raven black hair that falls from her high hairline in a straight sheet of 
shimmering onyx down her back. Almond shaped eyes exhibit pupils surrounded 
by fiery orange irises. Her nose and mouth are small compared to her eyes, 
giving her heart-shaped face an even more exaggerated imbalance from broad 
forehead to pointed chin. Lips painted red purse tautly and her eyes are 
painted as well, black lines on upper and lower lids that sweep artistically 
outwards, giving them even more of a slant than is natural. Her brows are 
shaped like gull-wings arched thinly above her penetrating amber orbs. Her 
posture can shift in a moment from tall and regal, as if she were a queen, 
to small and unnoticeable as she slinks along like a feline in a dark alley, 
mostly unseen save the flash of her golden eyes. 
Robes of black flow over a sleek black outfit beneath. The shirt and 
pants fit tightly yet move with her body, joined at the waist with a belt. 
The shirt shimmers in it's blackness, with long sleeves, a collar and silver 
buttons down the front. The pants are matte black and tuck into polished 
black boots that come up to mid-calf. The boots have soft, silent treads. 
The belt has a buckle and accents of silver and at her left side is hung a 
silver cylinder. The robe is full, velvety of texture yet light enough to 
flutter in the softest breeze. It has a roomy hood and subtle red embroidery 
around the collar and armholes. The clasp is invisible black and without 
full daylight, blends into the darkness easily. 

Alex Hamilton is standing at the edge of the lake, under the cover of 
darkness. Only a shadow of his form is visible to anyone in the area. A 
solitary figure that seems to have his back turned and looking out over the 
water in silence. 

Parks were rather insipid places. Useless and wasteful except for the 
lulling of the public into a serene false-happiness, except at night. At 
night, a park could offer plenty of darkness for those who required it, or 
preferred it. Her veil drawn up and her hood up as well, the sinewy Chai'tyn 
Zaan sweeps the lowly lit path areas as she walks, another at her side but 
slightly behind. Reaching the lake, she leads the way into a small, shadowy, 
secluded spot not far from the as yet unnoticed man near the water. "Come, 
Boris..." Her softly accented basic purrs forth between her slightly pointed 
teeth. "Sit here," she commands pointing to the ground by her boot. 

Borealis leans down to drag fingertips through the water at the lakes edge 
before he scurries to his mistresses desires. In short strides and order he 
is caught up to her and crouches at her feet first then falls to knees 
sandal toes still touching ground ready to quickly rise again if that is her 
will. His buttocks rest on heels such that he is nearly sitting as 
commanded, "Yes my mistress." He lowers his head though he longs to 
look at the lake and its vastness of water almost akin to space itself. 

Alex Hamilton notices the arrival of people into the park long before some 
of the animals even acknowledge their presence. He looks down at the ripples 
moving across the lake from Boris' fingers in the water. He relaxes his mind 
and sends out a force pulse through the new arrivals, mainly curious about 
the mistress as she was called. 

"You may look at the big water, if you like, my pet." Chai'tyn pats the 
crouching man on the head as if he were a lesser creature. "Know that it 
only appears lovely. Beneath it's smooth surface it's still filled with the 
same filth as any you've known." Surveying the lake fiery amber eyes, her 
thoughts stray to domination, envisioning the devastation she hopes to see 
here one day. Something prickles, tickling her dark senses in an agitating 
way. With an audible hiss, she crouches physically slapping a hand over 
Boris' mouth to keep him silent, while trying to thwart the intruder's 
probing of her thoughts. 

Borealis looks out at the still vastness of the lake its far shore not 
visible by daylight and shrouded in low fog this night. He leans into her 
touch as smile of pleasure crosses his face at her touch. He listens to her 
and the natural sounds so different from the thrum of a capital drive. His 
breathing relaxes though it did wind him with their long walk here. Suddenly 
as she covers his mouth his eyes go wide in fear his mind reeling at the 
implication to he and his dark mistress so far from home so far from their 
ship and the safety of space. 

Alex Hamilton's force probe dissipates as he loses his concentration. He 
gives a half smile while still staring out over the water. With the encounter 
with the Sith master the other evening and the feeling he received about 
her before getting distracted, he assumes that she isn't of a friendly 
sort. The wind picks up a bit and his cloak blows in the wind, "You are 
rather far from your territory, young woman." He speaks with a calm and 
soothing voice. 

The direct address lights an ire within Talon. To Boris, Chai'tyn whispers a 
warning. "Say nothing. Act as I have instructed you. Now rise!" She does so 
first, allowing Boris to follow and hoping he will remember her instruction 
of how to act before the citizenry of this world. She assumes a pleasant 
demeanor, the fire in her orange eyes as masked as her lower face, as 
masked as her mind. "Is not the famed Coronet City welcoming to all 
travelers?" she asks, wrapping her influence around her words to convince 
the inquisitor that she is of no import. 

Borealis rises and takes step back being some meter off Chai'tyn's lakeside 
flank. His attention is no longer on the lake at all but on this new danger 
that makes his mistress whisper and be harsh with him. He peers through the 
darkness at the hooded one, ah so it was one of the gods, perhaps his first 
glimpse at one not of Sith space. He was most curious indeed. 

Alex Hamilton casts a glance over his shoulder as he slowly turns around. A 
glimmer from the moonlight hits a metal cylinder that is attached to his 
belt on his right side. "You are welcome to travel in this city by its 
citizens, young one. I am not a citizen of Corellia. You have no need to get 
defensive... yet. Merely curious about the nightlife here on Corellia. You 
were not who I expected you to be." His cloak blows again, revealing another 
cylinder object shining against the moonlight and clipped to his other side 
on the same belt. 

Borealis's lip quivers some in ire at the foreign god. How dare he speak 
thus to the mistress and he as alien here as themselves but not for long 
Talon would sand the smugness off his face. He'd seen the gods fight before 
even his own patron Chai'tyn her victories were never swift but death about 
her lingered slow. Would he get the corpse when she was done with it he 
hoped? Pick at these non-sithians vivisect him at the very least his 
carnivorous plants could feed. 

Chai'tyn peers at the cloaked man, her thin black brows furrowing their 
arched wings downward as she surveys him, assessing him should he become 
an opponent. But not yet...patience was her key. She burns slightly as he calls 
her young one. The old man had called her that as well, the old man whom she 
sought. Her own hand stays from her obsidian cylinder, it's matte finish 
sucking light, not reflecting it and thus remaining stealthily hidden in 
cover of night. "Is it customary here, for men to approach young women in a 
place like this at night? Perhaps I -need- defense," she replies to his 
first accusation. Before she forgets herself too long, she takes a cat-like 
step backwards, to include Borealis as if he were more than her lapdog. An 
amused smile plays on her lips at a stray image from the slave's mind. "My 
escort seems enough, however. Whom am I supposed to be?" she queries, her 
curiosity causing her to linger, not flee. 

Borealis's brows pierce for a moment in terror as she seems to be placing 
him before herself as escort and defense? His throat goes dry but knowing 
the pain well of disobedience stands his ground though it be fear motivated 
not bravery. He steals his face ready for his fate whatever she and the He 
may choose it to be. Up comes a tough bravado and his lip curls in snarl for 
Alex. "You are." He says to his mistress goddess in solid surety. 

Alex Hamilton turns back towards the water, never having moved far from it, 
"Someone that is not you. He chuckles, sensing the fear from what appears to 
be the woman's slave. "You may go. But know this, I will be watching. Harm 
the people of this world either directly, or indirectly.. and you will need 
allot more than your slave to escort you off this world. Should you choose 
to renounce your ways, I shall be here." After that, he remains quiet and 
calm, looking out over the ripples in the water again. Anyone with any 
practical experience would know that he's still keeping a close eye on the 
pair behind him, just not obviously doing so. 

Feign her renouncement she would, but not to this one. But now this new one 
was on Chai'tyn's scope as well. Still, she sought the old man. She too 
could feel Borealis' fear ebbing from him and later tonight, safely back in 
their ship, he may wish his life to ebb from him so, so soundly does she 
plan to beat him. Feeling found out and fearing the repercussions if she 
followed her childish desires to rip this arrogant man limb from limb. 
Chai'tyn slinks back into the darkness to steal away for now, pulling the 
slave Borealis along by the scruff of his neck. The leaves rustle loudly, 
the roaring wind picking up cold and bitter as she fades from this 
structured green space into the more forgiving city. 

**CURTAIN**