The Uli Rouge

[Kane]

Dark Star looked down at the body of his once-bodyguard with a look of distaste. The dinner had been going so well... Looking back up to Fnordie and Rick, he gave them a slightly annoyed look.

"You know, it is most rude to attempt to read peoples minds without their permission, and even more so durring a dinner party. That would be a dueling offence, I think." He looked down at the body once more, murmuring softly to himself. "And I had wanted to talk with this man in private..." With a shrug, Dark Star turned towards Fiona.

"Perhaps you could have this moved back to my shuttle immediately? I would like to have him cremated in space." The unspoken and so you or anybody else won't get their hands on my secrets was left hanging in the air. Dark Star simply smiled, leaving the implication alone.

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