Rage looked at Drakahn and while he could see that she wasn't completely healed from their 'discussion' of the other night, was certain she could still easily beat Rehn into a mass of bleeding flesh. It was what Rage did best. She killed Jedi, both dark and light. She laughed into her gloved hand and it obviously caused her pain. "Quite the disrespectful little shrag, isn't she? You better hope she doesn't speak like that to Lord Vader or she'll end up on the wrong end of a lightsabre."
"May I help you, Lady Vader?" The Messenger's tone made it quite apparent he wanted her to leave. His expression was cold and calm, his face impassive.
She looked at his calm expression and contemplated pushing his buttons again, but all she had to do was listen to her own body to realize that wouldn't be the best move. "I have to send the fleet off. It's needed in a near by system, so we'll be putting out more patrols and increasing the garrison's other activities. We'll have two Star Destroyers left in orbit. That's all."
"Fine." He replied dismissively "We're used to less." He started to turn away but she clucked quietly and he stopped, his ears flicking back in her direction irritably. "Yes?"
"Only a suggestion of course but Lady Gade might feel more comfortable in something other than a cell. I'll be at the garrison's officer housing if you need me." She turned and Reg shot a glance at Rehn. The young Thalcein looked healthy enough. Her muscle tone was building from the exercise, but her eyes had a sleepless haunted look. Reg turned as Rage passed him and followed her out.
"He's got her, hook like and sinker. Didn't think he could do it." Reg mused as her squared his shoulders in proper military fashion.
Rage chuckles flexing her newly reconstructed shoulder. "Yeah, and he's willing to hand her over to the Emperor without flinching. He's such a good little pawn."
"Hmmm, I wonder what he'll do when he finds out the Emperor sees her as little more than bait for her brother?"
"I don't know, but I've gotta get ready for him though. Intel hasn't picked up a sniff of Barryk in far too long."
Reg nodded. "You think Fett could of been wrong?"
She snorted. "Yeah, not likely." They entered the garrison and headed towards the officer quarters on the upper most level. It was a beautiful suite kept for a visiting Moff or Admiral, lavishly decorated and comfortable.
"Now what?" he asked, tossing his uniform hat the nearby caf table and easing into a plush form chair.
Rage smiled gestured about the room before flopping in a leather form chair and putting her feet up in the table "We relax!"
Reg rolled his eyes disdainfully. "You mean you relax. Do try to behave yourself?."
She gave him an almost hurt innocent look. "Hey! It's me!"
-Kelly Black-