Snippet #1961196

Kaelius Corporations, makers of a series of black market bio-suit designs, had seemingly been built over night. Its enigmatic leader, Kaelius, was the source of quite a bit of galactic press. How he loved the press.

As the man amongst men and women who viewed him as a god sat in his office this fine day, and there was only a shrapnel of a concern within the confines of his brilliant, complex, mind. The very suit that would make, or break, his company, the Model 0022. An endearing name. A smirk crossed his features as slow as a hand worked to turn the page he had been staring down at for quite some time. Long, tanned, fingers stroked several beautiful, black, and large locks of hair that had fallen into his face, pushing it out of his point of view. He shifted ever so slightly in that beautiful office chair as the rays from an artificial sun beamed against his canvas from behind. "Oh," he began, "how absolutely delightful it is to be the boss."

Kaelius Corp, or K.C. as it was branded by the masses, was the baby of the man who governed over it. Every brick that was laid upon the structure was one he demanded. Every pane of glass. Every person who darkened its doors. A control freak, in every sense of the word, is what many would honestly consider him. He laughed at that notion though. His response to it: if you had raised a company such as this, viewed so negatively in its dream chaser origin, you would seek to gain, and maintain, control of it as well. He seemed no more than a dreamer to those who had actually had a chance to speak with him. But, to him, his dreams were not dreams. They were visions of the future. The future of the universe.

"Sir, you have a call coming through on the alpha." said a very attractive young woman, as she entered his office. Kaelius took a moment to study her. Those beautiful, smoothed, legs that curved into that fine waist were the first things that captured him. One had to have some form of entertainment in the office, did they not? A painfully dull expression overcame him as a moment which seemed like a lifetime passed. The woman stood there, nervous as could be, as her commander of sorts simply stared. His eyelids lowered as a frown appeared. "What have I told you, A'chala? Have I not instructed you to simply put through calls that appeared via the alpha line. Beautiful or not, your horrible attention to detail shall award you a very unfortunate fate." Kaelius would finally respond. A'chala, as red as a cherry, would only nod and vanish to do as she was told. Good help is such a hard thing to find.

He had returned to his chair, as the prompt came through. Finally, that ignorant girl.. I will have her replaced at the very first chance I get. His thoughts were but a glimmer of how cruel this man could be. At Kaelius Corporations, one did not simply lose their job. Not a chance in hell there. They knew far too much to be allowed to leave. Here, a released employee would experience an end that would be more than notable to others who considered the idea of failing, as the kids called it, at their job. A laugh was stifled, as he considered just how this woman's services would come to an end. Before he had a chance to ponder on these particular notions any longer, he accepted the call. What a delicious surprise.

"Governor.." He said.

"Mr. Kaelius." The voice on the other end replied.

He knew what many of the individuals would think, as they answered his hailings or sent calls his way. Old technology. But, there was a method to his madness. Ah yes, that beautiful, savory, madness that stewed about his frame. About his mind. About his very soul. Those who would behold his sight would notice the resemblance to an unnamed soldier in the obituary of the Alliance Militia. An unmentioned test subject in the halls of science. He had a whole different life at some point in time.A life he could not remember, save a few dreams here and there. The details were always foggy, but they were always there. Teasing him. Haunting him. It was driving him further to the brink of delirium.

"Took you long enough to answer there, sir." Began the Governor of a special little providence just outside of Alliance jurisdiction. A laugh escaped the lips of the man, but Kaelius wasn't smiling. He was displeased with the woman who was taking care of his inferior business, and she would soon know the full extent of that disappointment. "I know, Governor," he began, placing his hands very neatly on either arm rest, "but you must understand.. I am far more busy than you. Though you would hardly believe this." His fingertips danced along the designs of the chair as he idly listened to the man that had summoned him. What a pathetic soul, this man is.. He had learned over the years to contain that less than favorable assessment of people within the confines of his mind.

The conversation, for the most part, was uneventful. A few lame jokes tossed here, many forced chuckles there, But, the final result was all too interesting to skitter past.

"They are a group of soldiers. Some of them former members of the Alliance itself."

You don't say..

"They are governed by a leader as enigmatic as you have made yourself to be."

Shut up and tell me what you want, your information is as stale as the jokes you tell..

"But I'm sure you already know this."

Kaelius's ears finally began to perk, as the hints of a job had finally shown up. "And, you want me to do what exactly? Kill her? Date her? Or maybe you want me to approach her and shake her hand, thanking her for being one of the most annoying presences in this universe. I do not share this same sense of gratitude you feel for the woman in question, Governor. Hell, I'd as soon toss her into oblivion as acknowledge the failure of life that covets that interestingly shaped frame." He all but snapped. His words were harsh, but the good leader of Yarvekk needed to understand that his time was not for spitting stories of common knowledge. He knew who she was. Had even attempted to model some of his work after hers. It had obviously failed, as the genius behind Pantera Tech was just that. A Genius. Digits continued to rap against the chair as he listened to what the man who was far beyond his time in office had to say. "What I want you to do is get closer to her. To her organization. I need them here. I need you here with them, Mr. Kaelius." replied the Governor. Interesting plot..

Just what was the purpose of this get together? What was this old fool hiding in the cards. Intrigue was the only thing that kept an otherwise busy man from declining such an uninteresting offer. Go and run amongst children, and ruffians.. Surely I have lost what little of my mind I possess.. Perhaps it is not too late to decline..