The chime rang with its sing-song charm through the lavish suite. Though they all were expecting it, it seemed to freeze them in place, glasses held mid-way to their mouths. Moments of truth seemed to have that effect on people. The moment held and second ring came from the door which seemed to cancel its predecessor’s spell.
“Who could that be?” Bralor set his squat glass, half emptied of its Corrillean ale, back onto the bar and reached for his helmet.
“Some overly adoring fan,” Aidenne chuckled, quickly falling back into her role after these few moments of relaxation. “Get rid of them for me.”
There was slight hiss of air as his helmet sealed itself. “Right.” The bodyguard unholstered one of the DC-17’s and moved to the door.
Jamming his thumb into the console it opened with a soft soun...Read More