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Kesh's boots clicked on the carpet. The sound shouldn't have been possible, but he wouldn't have it any other way. He stamped his heels against the carpet, creating little indents where he stepped. The force in each step resulted in the muffled clicking, as his boots hit the metal beneath. He grinned in wry satisfaction, much to the chagrin of those around him.
His entourage consisted of twelve men and two women. The men all wore overlaying plates of armor and carried rifles with the cocky grace of bodyguards. Their eyes scowled when they weren't searching for danger. The black and white insignia of the Galactic Alliance stood brazenly on their chests. They wore it proudly, with the same ease they carried their guns.
The women were a different story. They were young, somewhere in their early twenties, and beautiful. The blonde one had a sultry grace about her. She turned heads with the way she walked. The curve of her hips, the way she swayed both contributed to the appearance. As if that alone wasn't enough, her blue eyes were teasing, hungry. Kesh caught several of the men shifting uneasily every now and then. It wasn't because they were scared. Not with that look in their eyes.
The other woman was equally beautiful, but subtler. Her dark hair contrasted with the first almost as much as it did with her pale skin. Her eyes were brown, a dark, liquid color that held unspoken promise. She was less flamboyant than her companion, but in a way far more lovely. It was her quiet demeanor, the calm way she moved. She didn't show herself outwardly. She knew her beauty and, more importantly, knew that everyone else knew. The knowledge made her entice and leave to the imagination rather than brazenly display. If Kesh was in a position to choose either for himself, he would choose the brunette.
The group made their way to the Chief of State's office, where they were met by a group of guards. The newer ones in the bunch scowled, having heard stories of Kesh's antics. The veterans smiled, well aware of their High Commander's lack of protocol.
"So soon, Kesh?" one of them asked. His smiled was returned by Kesh, equally light.
"Of course. It has been far too long since I've made a public call on Valafarafar, hasn't it?" One of the guards in particular cringed at the name. Kesh narrowed his eyes. "Oh yes, I remember you! The man at Valafarafar's gates a few nights back. Why, it's good to see you too."
The man didn't return the smile. "Sir."
Kesh sighed. "Is it too much to hope for competent service with a smile?" he asked.
"You should know the answer to that by now," the first guard replied.
"Anyway, you going to let me in?"
"Do you have the right paperwork?"
Kesh's stare was absolutely withering. "Paperwork? Me? I think my shiny name tag should be enough... unless the old man gave you guys another 'no Kesh' order. He just doesn't learn..."
"Yep. So what is it this time? Paperwork? No paperwork? If you don't have it, we can't let you in." The guard rolled his eyes. They had been through the same several times before. Each time Kesh ended up having his way.
"Nope, no paperwork," he said, "but I do have a request."
"Yeah? What's that?"
"I request for you to open the doors before something dreadfully risqué happens concerning these lovely young ladies." He paused. "Hmm, I do believe that Valafarafar's restraining order does not pertain to people aside from me, do they?"
"Nope."
"And if I decide to send them in to see him, well, as my guests it would only be polite of me to take them in myself, wouldn't it?"
"Yep."
"So, I think I'll request an audience with Valafarafar for my guests over here. Any objections?"
The guard smirked. "Nope."
"Good. So, doors?" They opened almost before Kesh finished his question. The guards didn't call ahead for him. If Valafar didn't know by now that there was no place where Kesh couldn't reach him, then he would never learn.
His entourage consisted of twelve men and two women. The men all wore overlaying plates of armor and carried rifles with the cocky grace of bodyguards. Their eyes scowled when they weren't searching for danger. The black and white insignia of the Galactic Alliance stood brazenly on their chests. They wore it proudly, with the same ease they carried their guns.
The women were a different story. They were young, somewhere in their early twenties, and beautiful. The blonde one had a sultry grace about her. She turned heads with the way she walked. The curve of her hips, the way she swayed both contributed to the appearance. As if that alone wasn't enough, her blue eyes were teasing, hungry. Kesh caught several of the men shifting uneasily every now and then. It wasn't because they were scared. Not with that look in their eyes.
The other woman was equally beautiful, but subtler. Her dark hair contrasted with the first almost as much as it did with her pale skin. Her eyes were brown, a dark, liquid color that held unspoken promise. She was less flamboyant than her companion, but in a way far more lovely. It was her quiet demeanor, the calm way she moved. She didn't show herself outwardly. She knew her beauty and, more importantly, knew that everyone else knew. The knowledge made her entice and leave to the imagination rather than brazenly display. If Kesh was in a position to choose either for himself, he would choose the brunette.
The group made their way to the Chief of State's office, where they were met by a group of guards. The newer ones in the bunch scowled, having heard stories of Kesh's antics. The veterans smiled, well aware of their High Commander's lack of protocol.
"So soon, Kesh?" one of them asked. His smiled was returned by Kesh, equally light.
"Of course. It has been far too long since I've made a public call on Valafarafar, hasn't it?" One of the guards in particular cringed at the name. Kesh narrowed his eyes. "Oh yes, I remember you! The man at Valafarafar's gates a few nights back. Why, it's good to see you too."
The man didn't return the smile. "Sir."
Kesh sighed. "Is it too much to hope for competent service with a smile?" he asked.
"You should know the answer to that by now," the first guard replied.
"Anyway, you going to let me in?"
"Do you have the right paperwork?"
Kesh's stare was absolutely withering. "Paperwork? Me? I think my shiny name tag should be enough... unless the old man gave you guys another 'no Kesh' order. He just doesn't learn..."
"Yep. So what is it this time? Paperwork? No paperwork? If you don't have it, we can't let you in." The guard rolled his eyes. They had been through the same several times before. Each time Kesh ended up having his way.
"Nope, no paperwork," he said, "but I do have a request."
"Yeah? What's that?"
"I request for you to open the doors before something dreadfully risqué happens concerning these lovely young ladies." He paused. "Hmm, I do believe that Valafarafar's restraining order does not pertain to people aside from me, do they?"
"Nope."
"And if I decide to send them in to see him, well, as my guests it would only be polite of me to take them in myself, wouldn't it?"
"Yep."
"So, I think I'll request an audience with Valafarafar for my guests over here. Any objections?"
The guard smirked. "Nope."
"Good. So, doors?" They opened almost before Kesh finished his question. The guards didn't call ahead for him. If Valafar didn't know by now that there was no place where Kesh couldn't reach him, then he would never learn.
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