In for some Preiminary GSL Bussiness the Sarian ExO strestches his legs and feeling more secure in the Corellian sector makes his way there. Traveling with a squad of ESPO he is certainly not incognito and is most conspicious.

      A tall figure comes out of one of the turbolifts along the wall of the tubes. He looks around, raising an eyebrow slightly. "Its been too long," he mutters softly to himself, and then he begins to walk. Tucking his hands into his pockets, he is moving in the general direction of the ESPOs and their escortee, but he doesn't seem to notice them just yet.

      Pallando runs tongue over his teeth behind closed lips as he peers at the many casino offerings he slowlly strolls down the arterial as if just out for a walk or window shopping in this smugglers haven. His eyes fall at one point on Torik and he nods to the man politely.

      Torik steps back as he sees the little procession bearing down on him. He watches the group, hrming softly at the apparent heavy CSA presense. So much for a little vacation time. As he gets a closer look at Pallando, his eyebrows raise slightly, recognizing who it is. He nods to the sarian, but stays where he is.

      The CSA group draws nearer to Torik as it is the direction of Ernest's travel. The Sarian frowns a bit as where ever he goes people seem unhappy with his entourage, Torik being no exception. He gives the Human a second appologetic nod as if to indicate they'd be out of his way soon.

      Emerging from one of the casinos Kiare flicks long blond curls over one shoulder slinging her carrysac over her shoulder and sipping from a bottle of juice. A slender brow arches as she sees the ESPO's a shake of her head and she moves along the wall stopping to lean against it part way down.

      Torik smirks slightly at the look Pallando gives him, as well as at the looks others on the street are giving the ESPOs. He spots Kiare near him with a similar look on her face, and that only causes him to smirk more. "You'd think these people resent the CSA for some reason, wouldn't you," he comments in her direction, though not particularly to her.

      Shrugging Kiare smirks faintly, "You'd think they were hard to deal with. I had no problems at all, wrapped them around my little finger within moments."

      Pallando hears Torik at same time he notes FLS pin on the human alien's collar. He breaks into deeper amused smile and nods, "Aye. You'd think they took it personally that we've blockaded thier system before." Snorted air expells from his nostril. He looks to the second speaker and nods taking her in, "Yeah they dont seem to give me much trouble either."

      Kiare's gaze turns to the speaker and dark eyes roam slowly over him, "I hope they enjoy looking at your backside as much as they enjoyed watching mine. I know I would."

      Torik smiles at Kiare, chuckling. "I'm sure they are," he says with a grin, then glances back toward 'them' when he hears the man speak. He chuckles, glancing in Kiare's direction then back at Pall. "I would hope that you could keep them from giving you trouble. What would happen if you couldn't?" He snorts. "Corellians are close minded, I would know afterall."

      The Blondes comments catch the Sarian male off guard and he nearly chokes on his blushing smile. He focuses on Torik to regain composure, "Well yeah its not like they are from the Auditor Generals office. Sometimes I think the Auditor General himself doesnt even have control over those goons." He chances another look at Kiare sharing a smile.

      Kiare's brow arches slowly, "Close minded am I? That must make you judgemental and slow." She offers a bright smile to the attractive man with the spots, mmmmmmmm very sexy spots.

      Torik looks at Kiare, sizing her up for a moment. "Forgive me, miss, I did not mean /all/ of us Corellians. Though I admit I have my moments, though I am sure you are above that." He smiles, then looks at Pallando, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "I would be suprised if he did. They are worse than Stormtroopers," he mutters this softly, not in the mood to insult a bunch of ESPOs, not today at least.

      Pallando takes in a deep breath at Kiare's countenance. His face still flushed, "So I take it everyone in this sector has some corellian blood?" He looks at his wrist and the viens there. "I am running a little light, but I enjoy Corellian summers, does that count?" He looks to them both hopefully.

      The guards dont seem to mind insults to OOAG Agents at all and snicker as Pallando and Torik make fun of them.

      Torik continues to grin slightly. "Many do, this part of the moon was built by Corellians after all. Though since its one of the tamer spots on the moon, I think that tends to draw many outsiders. Such as yourself." He chuckles. "Speaking of spots, I don't think you are qualified."

      Kiare laughs softly at Torik and winks at Pallando. She stretches out one leg, toe pointed and then pushes off from the wall, "Down boy.. Let the man stay if he wants. Nothing wrong with a few spots." She tips her head, "Kind of interesting and somewhat attractive if you ask me. But then I've always been a little bit of a risk taker."

      Pallando playfully waggles a finger at Torik, "Hey, I've a daughter that's got a long Corellian lineage." He teasingly counters and offers Kiare a warmer smile as she continues to compliment him, "Well I can certainly see how you got my men to do your bidding." Tongue slides over lip in further flirtatiously teased motion.

      Torik raises an eyebrow at the whole scene, this time he is the one who leans back against the wall, a grin on his face. "You seem to have a fan." He chuckles to himself. "Perhaps I should leave you two alone."

      Laughing softly Kiare shrugs, "Go where you wish. I'll not restrain you." Dancing dark eyes shift to Pallando again, "I hardly said anything to your men.. Just sort of walked over." As she says this she moves a little closer with a sway of hips that sets the skirt to dancing around her thighs, "and then I handed over the ID that was requested."

      "Perhaps I should check your ID as well?" Ernest gleams but then speaks to Torik, "A chaperone is always welcome. I may have to pay you off later though." He chuckles. "Have you both eaten? I came from the lower levels lookinsg for a bite to eat. Any place you can recomend?" He glances at the Casino Kiare came out of.

      Kiare's hand rises, two fingers dipping just within the bodice of her dress and draws out her ID. "If you really want it.." The slim card is held close but still only by two fingers, "Eaten? No.. Though most places here are fair enough. Depends on what one is looking for."

      Torik grins. "I'll join you then, though I would understand if you were to require a little space. Good luck getting it from your friends here though," he gestures toward the ESPOs. "I'm Torik Peredon, by the way." He smiles slightly as he glances at Kiare, and her ID.

      Pallando takes her Id and gives it the once over as they each speak to him, memorizing her name and contact information. "Well then would you both do me the pleasure of being Ernest Pallando's lunch guests. Shall we let the lady choose a spot? I am in the mood for something hot and spicy." Again he licks his lip.

      Grinning brightly she introduces herself, "Kiare Quinn." Pall may recognize the last name from the racing circuit but not the first, though her ID does say swoop racer. "Hot and spicy is it?" A mischievious twinkle sparks in her gaze and she turns, the skirt swirling around her legs. "Hmmmm." Considering the different options she points out one, "I think that is likely the one to satisfy your taste buds."

      Torik glances in the direction she indicates, nodding. "I think that would work well. I havn't eaten since I arrived on planet." He looks at his companions. "Shall we?" He doesn't wait for an answer, instead beginning to move toward the restaurant.

      "A pleasure to meet you both." Pallando starts towards the establishment still retaining Kiare's ID. "Is the Caspain Queen in system? I'd be careful, between the Neo's, Bothan's and Kappan's Its not really safe for Corporate Sector comapanies." He glances at the following protective squad but then eyes come to rest on Kiare's swaying hem, "Of course the bandit moon is hardly safe for anyone ever. You Corellians must feed on a little danger." He winks to her.

      Kiare laughs softly and starts for the indicated estabilishment, "Oh.. I don't know about feeding on it, but a girl should always be able to take care of herself."

      Torik shakes his head as he walks. "No, the Queen is on Caspar. She returned from her last cruise a little over a week ago, I don't think she is due for another one for a while. I'm here alone, for exactly those reasons. Caspar is all to tame."

      "Crew of the Queen eh? She's a godo ship, best cruise ship in the slice." He reaches the door ot the place and his guards open it for all tree of them. "EVery girl needs a little taking care of and pampering sometimes even if she lives in the fast space lane." He counter flirts. "Have you been on the Queen Ms Quinn?"

      Torik steps up to the door of the place, waiting on Pallando and Kiare. Turning toward them he sniffs at the air. "Smells good enough," he states. Then he raises an eyebrow. "I'm not crew of the Queen. Though I do agree that she is the best liner this side of Coruscant."

      Kiare shakes her head, "No, I haven't. Not much in the way of spare funds for cruising or pampering." She passes through the door with the others, "The space lane may be fast, but life alone is slow."

      "Swooping fills your time?" Pallando asks Kiare. "Do you race in the GSL circuit or another?" Quinn sounded familair but if Kiare Quinn were a GSL entrant he should recall it more specificly. "Oh Torik are you an independent captain from the Queen or security escort?" He makes small talk as he produces a large cred stick for the host to get them well seated imediatly before the rest that are waiting their turn.

      Kiare grins, "Swooping fills a small amount of time, there's also my brothers, my father runs a bar on Corellia, and I've got a low paying job shuffling info for a small company."

      Torik chuckles. "I'm COO of FLS, I have been a Captain of one of the freighters, but that was some time ago. This is a bit of a vacation, I suppose." He nods to the host as the man leads them to a nice table, and he slides into his chair. He sits back, content to stay quiet for now.

      Pallando coughs in embaressment as he pulls Kiare's chair out for her. "My appologies Torik, you'd think I'd know these things. I guess I have drifted far from FLS indeed since my time as her CDF liaison. Do you see Namren anymore? I miss him." He scoots Kiare's chair in and brushes a hand across her shoulder as he moves to take a seat himself. "What do you recomend?" He asks her only half glancing at the holo menu offerings.

      Torik shakes his head. "Do not worry, I would think you have more on your plate than FLS anyway. And no, in fact I have not met Namren in person. Though he has been spoken highly of, I've never had the chance." He looks down at the menu, reading over the various selections.

      Making several suggestions Kiare smiles over at Pallando and then to Torik though with less flirtatiousness in that direction. "I think I've seen you at a race before," speaking to Pallando, "I just can't place which one. Theseus Station perhaps. I was having trouble with my swoop and spent a lot of time near the garages."

      "Pretty amzing that Ben is Sar Admiral now isnt it?" He jokes with Torik and then answers Kiare, "I dont think I've missed a race this year and only one the year before that." He flashes her a winning smile as he enters an order for them both into the touch screen menu. "Under paid and knows much about repulsor engines eh? Well Novacom always has openings for good mechanics, but only if your brothers wont come looking for vengence." He grins. "What are you having Torik, dont worry about expsense."

      Torik glances at the holomenu again, then decides. "I'll try the Spiced Mynock, with a little burnout sauce. And lum, of course." He chuckles. "I appreciate it."

      Kiare laughs softly, "No interest in being a mechanic. Racing is in the blood I suppose. All of my brothers raced, it's just a good thing I learned how to patch them up after races. We didn't have that much to spend on having someone else do the minor stuff."

      Pallando smiles at Torik's choice and touches the order in adding to it an horsdevour and cocktail for them all which come shortly as show of the places fast service. "Minor?" Enrest laughs. "Your brothers must be better racers than I am. A full batach of bacta has saved my hyde more than once. How about you Torik, do you follow Team FLS at all? We are neck and neck with Team corellia." He shoots them both a glance at that coincidence.

      Torik chuckles. "I try to follow the team, though in this situation it is hard to decide between my home or my work." He shrugs, "I suppose the better team will win, though I do have small hope that FLS will, for the sake of the racers I know."

      Kiare smirks, "Oh.. each of them spent a batch or two of bacta in their day, but so far the worst I've had is some skin off one calf." That should possibly spark some memory as it was done at the afore mentioned Theseus Station when Cantrell crashed in the curve right in front of her.

      Pallando gives Torik a teasing look, "But to be an FLS employee don't you have to call Caspar your home? Should be any conflict at all." He raises the newly arrived cocktail in toast, "Too new relationships may they grow to be old." and with that he quaffs a good deal of the blue liquor. "Will you be racing here this month?" He rolls his goblet between both hands.

      Torik chuckles. "I own a large estate on Corellia, hereditary land apparently, and it is my home. I don't have the love for Caspar that I do for Corellia, or the duty I have for Corellia." At the toast, he raises his own glass of lum, and then sips it.

      Kiare takes up her own drink and sips after the toast, "I plan to. I've been running the Myst through her paces."

      Pallando smiles a nod to Kiare though seems still not to have placed her in his mind. Appetiser comes, a firey spice dipping sauce for flava chips. "Denise is going to be hard to beat on her home track. And dont worry." He smiles to Torik pushing the chips towards him in offer, "I wont tell the Countessa you are not Caspian."

      Torik chuckles, and takes a chip. Dipping it into the sauce, he takes it out after a moment and eats it. Immediatly his eyes begin to water, and he grabs for his lum. Downing most of it, he chuckles. "That is quite hot. But good."

      Kiare takes a chip and dips it before nibbling at it slowly, she arches a brow at the two men and settles back into her chair staying quiet.

      Pallando chuckles at his reaction to the dip and orders them all a secound round of drinks. "There is just something in the air that is making me crave hot and spicy." He dips a chip of his own in and unches it though prepared for the flavor burst in his mouth.

      Torik chuckles, leaning back to a more comfortable position in his chair. Taking another chip he dips it again, though for not nearly as long as before. Munching on the chip he seems satisfied, chasing it wuth a bit more lum. "I trust you are enjoying your visits?" He addresses this question to both his comrades.

      Kiare continues to nibble at chips and dip smiling at both the men, "My visit here is... different than the last few times. I begin to wonder if the ESPO's have ever seen a woman. They keep watching me, I'm not used to be so closely observed. I'm not sure my backside can handle being watched so closely."

      "Perhaps they are enchanted by you?" Pallando offers as a perfectly reasonable explanation. "Myself I miss home, Caspia." He shoots a teasing look to Torik. "But I am nearly finished here though will not be able to jump straight back to Caspia, more Sector Bussiness calls. I am afraid I will be elaving this very eve."

      Torik smirks, "A shame," he says, "I would think this 'wonderful' planet would keep you for longer. Does that mean your charming friends will be departing as well? That would surely be a shame." He winks. Then he glances at Kiare and chuckles. "At least you are otherwise unharrased. You could probably do worse. I hear the Hutts enjoy those with your physique."

      Kiare snickers, "I was offered a job with a Hutt once. I'm afraid Tatooine's environment doesn't agree with me long term, however." Her gaze goes to Pallando, "Leaving us so soon, that seems a terrible shame."

      Pallando snorts at Torik calling the bandit moon charming. "Most of my friends are here on CSA bussiness. I was only here on preliminary GSL bussiness. I think until the hutts respond or the Kappans turn up or Darth Pain comes forward they will likely be here for some time indeed." He smiles showing he realises the sarcasm of Torik. "It is well it was a voluntary job offer and not a press gang." He winks to Kiare. "What is your next port of call, Corellia?"

      Torik chuckles, and sips at his drink again. Then his food arrives, and he smiles. Taking a bit of the meat, he nods in appretiation. "This is quite good. Again, thank you for the meal."

      Kiare nods, "Very likely. Though that hasn't been definitely determined as yet." She finishes the first drink and flips her hair over her shoulder, "The myst seems to be running fine on the track so I have a few spare days."

      "Well if you need any assistance with her, I have a swoop garage and repulsor engine plant on the moon. And if either of you are on Etti IV please you would be my welcomed guests." He smiles at his own plate and bows for a short prayer in sarian.

      Waiting until the prayer is finished Kiare is silent though she watches the attractive man. Once he's finished she smiles at him, "Where are you going next, if I might ask?"

      Torik waits in silence as Pallando prays, sipping at his lum. He takes a bite of the mynock, chewing it only a few times before downing the slimy meat. He downs some more of the lum, the hotsauce not effecting him. Once Pallando is done, Torik nods, "I will keep that in mind."

      Pallando smiles once he is done and then with one hand saws some meat off with his fork and proceeds. "Etti IV, though my security team would be sad if they knew I'd let that slip. I have faith in thier ability to keep me safe enough though." After another bite, "Torik, has FLS had any trouble in Bothan or Hutt space? Any encounters with Darth Pain or Mcbride?"

      Torik frowns, shaking his head. "To be honest I have heard of niether person, except McBride, and that from another CSA Exec." He shakes his head, "And no, we have recommended to our pilots that they stay out of Bothan, and Imperial space. That is the safest thing, I am sure. Who are these two, anyway?"

      Listening to the two men talk Kiare eats her food slowly, enjoying the meal in slow bites. A wink is given to Pallando as her gaze catches his, a soft smile playing around her mouth.

      "Darth Pain is the leader of these Neo Imperials and is responsible for the Super Star Destroyer going Down..." He shivers a moment and clears his throat before continuing. "And destroying the Imperial Capital. It is wise FLS is staying clear of such hotzones. Mcbride is a long time pirate ally of the Bothan Empire and the Neo Imperials. He was invovled in the attack on Kashyyyk." Ernest winks back to Kiare. "The CSA will deal with both these groups and bring them to justice."

      Torik nods, the frown still on his face. "Scum," he mutters. "Kashyyyk was bad, I can't imagine what Selene was like. If you have need of another man to take up arms against them, let me know. Before I became a suit, I was a merc." He chuckles at this irony.

      Kiare shifts slightly in her seat a soft cough followed by a drink before she resumes her meal. "I always seem to manage to miss out on the trouble, a streak of luck I suppose."

      "You should be graetful." Pallando fawns on Kiare before continuing conversation with Torik, "That I will keep in mind. I know that much of the CDF reserve fighster pilots are FLS security pilots. Once we can set a trap for justice I shall make sure you or Countessa Lore are informed."

      Torik nods. "I appreciate it. Many of our people diverted to Kashyyyk soon after the attack and saw the destruction there. I am sure they would be willing to get justice."

      Pallando startles again and slowly alsmot reluctantly gets up but shares a long smile with you both. "Excuse me a moment please. Space legs wearing off you understand..." He slides from the table to head to the fresher.

      Suddenly, Torik's comlink begins to beep. He curses softly, and glances at Kiare. "I hate to leave you Ms. Quinn, but I am afraid work calls. It was a pleasure meeting you. Please let Pallando know I had to run off." He stands, and moves away.

      Still seated at the table Kiare is alone, Torik having been called away soon after you yourself had to leave for the fresher. But upon your return her smile brightens and she winks, fresh drinks have been delivered during your absence.

      Pallando smiles to Kiare and settles down in much more relaxed fashion, "Now where were we and where did our chaperone go? I didnt meet him in the fresher." He glances about but doesnt seem the FLS executive and allows his gaze to land on Kiare with fond smile.

      Kiare shrugs, "His comm beeped and he excused himself to run off to some meeting or another. I was certain you wouldn't be terribly upset by his absence."

      Pallando flashes a smile and moves his hand to her thigh, "Oh I think I will manage to hold back the sorrow for decorums sake." He takes drink with his other hand to wet his pallet with a quaf. "So jealous swooping brothers, a need for speed though alone, know your way around a garage and can mend a beaten body. What else do I need to know about the sexy Kiare?" His gaze is intense.

      Deep brown eyes dance with mirth, "That I can also hold my own in a blaster fight or a bar brawl, and I'm a shameless flirt, though it rarely goes any farther than flirting."

      "That is proably just as well as I am not entirely, how do you say in basic? Available for any major entaglement." His hand squeezes above the knee though all the same. "I like this place you have selected. It fits the bill hot and spicy." He sets his drink down to pick up untensil again. "So as well as living some danger you can dish it out? I am not such a poor shot myself."

      Kiare tips her head, "What does 'not entirely available' really mean?" She's curious but not offended or anything just yet. She trails fingers over the back of your hand the other occupied with managing her meal.

      "There is a she that has given me her heart and I'd prefer not to break it is all." The sarian responds in charming tones before teeth tear into hot peper steak wrenching a bite off carnivorously.

      Kiare nods, "Only one.. I'd have thought there would be more. But I have learned that it is unwise to give any man your heart. They tend to break it without even thinking, at least in my experience."

      Pallando nods simply, his hand beginging massage of her thigh again. "It is a large responsibility and I like so many of my sex am bound to fail as well but I hope it will not be a concious act on my part. She is dear to me. But enough of that, are there so very many ESPO in your life?" He grins and then eats.

      Kiare shrugs, "There are fifteen or so in the hangar at any one time. I usually manage to distract a dozen of them every time I move through."

      Pallando looks surprised at this. "I am afraid I dont keep a very close tab on them. I take it I've interdicted Hutt space and didnt even realise it. I hope it is not too bad for bussiness." He chuckles as if he doesnt take any of it very seriously.

      Kiare shakes her head, "I can deal with the watching, the drooling and the lewd suggestions. Though you will forgive me if I have to hurt one of them for being too forward, yes?"

      "There are more where they came from. I wouldn't take it too personally if you roughed them up. Besides I think they'd even like it." More sarian chuckling. "I am glad I don't have to share you this afternoon even with Torik. I think I like you at my table all by ourselves."

      Soft laughter and Kiare nods slowly, "You will want to be careful. You could easily break her heart.. You are very tempting. Fortunately mine has so many scars upon it that I should wonder if anyone will ever get through them all."

      "Oh I am sure the right touch just might." He moves hand from her thigh to extend a finger to touch her chin and trace her lower lip after she takes utensil from it. "I try to be discreet and so many are put off by my publicity you'd be surprised how ignored I can be."

      A faint smile touches her lips, "Scars are hard and messy though." She drops her gaze to her plate almost demurely, "If she were a wiser woman she would not leave you to travel the space lanes alone leaving you to the wiles of the likes of myself."

      "I always come back." He traces her upper lip now, his fingers sliding acrss the sensativity of her lips. "She is not well traveled. A home body." He explains his eyes rapt upon her.

      Kiare flicks her tongue out to caress your finger and then speaks softly, "Until one day you do not."

      Pallando smiles as she had restrained from affection since the topic of his availability came up. He holds finger still for her tongues attention and his breath catches for a moment. "Anything is possible." He concurs with her and forks a piece of meat to feed her.

      Kiare is not a woman to steal another's man, but neither is she made of ice. "It only takes a moment to catch a man away from his lady. Many women have taught me that same lesson."

      "Moments are moments. The lesson I've been taught it to sieze them, there may be no other." He waxes philosphically. As he places morsal in her mouth his other and trace back across her high cheek bone to brush hair back and then to tantilize with the wetness she's left on it to trace along her neck. "Find peace and tenderness when it is offered."

      Finishing the bite she laughs softly, "Peace is a fleeting hope at best. I can not count the number of spaceports I have nearly been shot in simply for being there when someone else wants to evade capture. Growing up in the less savory parts of Corellia has its advantages though." A softly booted foot caresses one of your calves lightly, "You don't look like you would have any trouble finding tenderness. So.. beautiful." She knows it isn't exactly the right word for a man but it's true. Those eyes, and the spots.. she was drawn like a moth to the flame.

      Pallando leans to her as she is drawn to him. Her exotic alieness her own beauty the drink and stress of the day all compelling tender action. He tilts head to press lips to hers as they compliment him and offers her warm sensious kiss. Mmmmmmmmmmmm.