The Uli Rouge

[Kane]

Julius acted no different then before with his bodyguard gone. When the party moved on, he simply followed along. He had missed the blood splatter of the head 'sploding, and was now sipping quietly at one of the excellent vintages offered at the party.

Julius frowned when deSicev asked his question. Or stated it, depending on your point of view. "I have ordered no ships to move since..." He looked up for a moment, his eyes unfocused.

"Ah ha... That would be the cause of your concern then. Hmm... Single fighter, Saber, contacted via hyperlink to parts unknown. CO has a trace running." Julius shook his head to clear the fuzz from the direct link. It was a handy tool, but connecting and disconnecting left one disoriented for a few moments after. Again, Dark Star simply shrugged the news off.

"I suppose the defenses of this little fortress will suffice. Although I am somewhat surprised, madam DeLuna; one would think that a simple summer home would not require enough artillery to rival that of a Planetary Defense Center." The evil little glint in his eye again spoke in place of words; What are you hiding under this rock, little girl?

((Dang... I feel small now. Can't think of much to add.))

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