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    STANZA 4


    Stunning surprises!Cunning disguises!
    Hundreds of actors out of sight!
    Pantaloons and tunics!
    Courtesans and eunuchs!
    Funerals and chases!
    Baritones and basses!
    Panderers!
    Philanderers!
    Cupidity!
    Timidity!
    Mistakes!
    Fakes!
    Rhymes!
    Crimes!
    Tumblers!
    Grumblers!
    Bumblers!
    Fumblers!
    No royal curse, no Trojan horse,
    And a happy ending, of course!
    Goodness and badness,
    Panic is madness--
    This time it all turns out all right!
    Tragedy tomorrow,
    Comedy tonight!


    Standing barefoot in front of the cooler unit, Cerie held the door open, surveying the inner contents.

    Her hair was a mess, and she'd put it up with a tie to keep it mostly out of the way for now. She wore a hastily pulled on pair of old utility trousers and a faded looking button-up shirt that she'd 'borrowed' from Ben (it'd ended up in her laundry bag somehow, and she'd never gotten around to returning it). It had once been a vibrant affair, with a pattern of voorpaks and gullipuds all over. Now, after so many trips through the wash, it had become a shadow of its once-former glorious self.

    "No Cavern on Naboo here," she offered to the other body behind her in the galley.

    "But we do have Hoth Pockets," a box was pulled out with one hand, and two bottles of That's No Moon with the other. She used her hip to close the cooler's door before turning to Vance, and held out one of the bottles to him.

    "They're the good ones, too. Ronto with cheese and Tatooine bolog sauce."

    It certainly wasn't a fancy snack, but they would both need their strength for round two.

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    He glanced at the food, idly noticing that it bore a considerable likeness to the fare from the food processors aboard Fearless.

    "I've never had one before, but the thought of a sauce from a planet that has to farm water from the atmosphere is intriguing to say the least," he said, opening his bottle and taking a swig. The taste of cold beer wasn't a new sensation, but it was a very odd one to him, who'd grown up on chilled or warm beers throughout his life. But more than anything else, it was cold and liquid, and the chill that seeped through him from his belly was a welcome one.

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    Tearing open the box, Cerie upended its two individually wrapped contents onto the small countertop before standing on her toes so that she could reach a plate from one of the few upper cabinets. It was a stretch, but she managed well enough, and pulled one down.

    Both turnovers were unwrapped, then slid into the handy heating sleeves each had come with.

    "Well, the bolog sauce is made from stewed topatos and braised eopie neckbones, so that the collagen can really get good and soupy-thick."

    Opening her own beer, the blonde took a quick swig before setting it down and returning to the food prep.

    "And whatever that spice blend is that they use, it's just perfect."

    The sleeved turnovers were deposited on the plate, and she set it inside the toasting oven, setting the timer. It was a cheap appliance, gotten... who knew how long ago. But, it did what it was supposed to do with particular efficiency, and Cerie was certainly not the sort of girl to complain about that. Pushing 'start', she whirled around on her heel, leaning back on the counter to look at Vance.

    He was a sight for sure, with his beer and standing there like a slightly-out-of-place pup. It was endearing, and with another swift upturn of her bottle, she swallowed a healthy amount before stepping forward and into his personal space, leaning up to place her lips on his cheek for a little peck.

    "I'll be right back," her murmured words were hungry for more than the hoth pockets currently cooking, that much was evident, and she allowed herself one last nip at his jawline before sliding away from him.

    "Don't go anywhere."

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    He'd maintained at least some amount of curiosity at the half-glimpses he'd caught of a couple a short distance away from his and T'yeellaa's own table at Cavern on Naboo. It was the woman who'd caught his eye. A woman that he was certain was Lok. It didn't seem too out of the ordinary, other than the fact that the man she was dining with was Captain Vance Felline. The Imperial Captain was a strange one, but not much different than most Imperials that he'd dealt with. In fact, Samus found himself liking the other man to a degree. He was easy enough to talk to, despite being on the other side of the proverbial fence.

    Of course, it was as he and T'y had finished their meal and left the restaraunt, catching sight of a... a kiss... that set him back on his heel. Captain Felline had been the one to initiate the intimate gesture, and T'yeella had been the one to forcibly hold him back from stomping over like an angry rancor bent on taking back its stuffed tauntaun from the overly-assuming wampa playing with it.

    T'y had said it wasn't Lok, but Samus was already seeing red. Already headed down the path of intended confrontation. Dammit if Cizerack weren't strong, and she had at least successfully held him back; long enough for the two captains to disappear into a lift, at least.

    He'd snarled in righteous anger, and T'y had finally let him go. A terse exchange of words, and she had stormed off to another bank of lifts that would take her to Spire 1. Not him, though. Samus was already storming his way to the lifts that would send him after Lok and Felline.

    He spent the entire lift ride stewing in boiling anger, needing an outlet.

    Vance Felline's face was going to be that outlet.


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    The customs officers had been less than helpful, and it didn't matter how many times he tried to pull rank, they found no drive to speed along the process of getting him to the right ship. A solid 45 minutes had passed before the lead officer pointed him in the direction of Alderaan, and with a snarl, the rangy blonde turned on his heel. He wasted no time at all, marching through the umbilical and through the entry hatch.

    He at least paused for a moment, eyes going to either side of him as he gathered his bearings. An old Ghtroc. A good ship. Dependable. Screwing his features into a mask of determined retribution, Samus tromped his way towards the galley. It would be the first place he'd check.

    Stepping through the doorway, he caught sight of Captain Felline instantly. The man was in the middle of a drink.

    "There you are," came the rumbling growl as Quentin Samus Dage lumbered forward with damn-near murder in his eyes.

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