Tarakus Deadmerit: Time Frame/CH. 15

CHAPTER FIFTEEN Gilatter VIII, Resort orbiting said planet

A janitor swept up the remnants of a recent gathering in the resort, complaining loudly, despite being the only one there. "Why do I always end up cleaning up after major parties?" An unusual ship, one that he had never seen before, docked at the resort. Shortly after the unusual ship docked, several people, some, of an unfamiliar race entered the space resort. The leader presented an ID. The janitor took one look at the creature holding the ID, and said, "My word, Tarakus? How long has it been?" "Hey, Scuppernog. Wow.  It's been a long time.  What are you doing here, in human form?" "Oh, I needed something to do, to pass the time, so I got a job here, cleaning up the ballroom." "Sure looks messy. Say, you wouldn't know if my wife passed through here recently, would ya?" "Well, I did see someone dressed like her, triangular headdress, cloth in front of her face, long lightwhip, kinda like yours. . ." "So she was here. I'm looking for her." "You are?" "Yeah. I'm very worried about her." "Ahhh. . .well, I can't really help you, I'm kinda busy at the moment. Hey, what's going on with the WSIR lately.  I've been hearing reports from DMC and Tristchanian Imperial Intelligence that there are cloaked WSIR fleets here in this galaxy." "Well, Moorshavin's been planning some big invasion for some time now. According to Draco Minoris, Moorshavin plans on uniting the GA and WSIR, for the Sith cause." Scuppernog chuckled. "Wow. Moorshavin's completely delusional.  That's never gonna happen!  Not in this lifetime!" "Yeah. That's what we keep saying." Tarakus said, taking a couple steps back, as Scuppernog transformed himself back to his native form. "Hey, how are things back on Dathomir?" "Ya know, not so good. The Nightsisters are trying to push the Blooddragons back into the local mountain caves, and all.  My wife and I managed to escape that shavit, long before it got to us." "I'm glad you made it." "Thanks. So, what exactly are you looking for?" "Something like this crystal." Tarakus said, holding up the holocron crystal from his wife's apartment. Scuppernog took the crystal and closely examined it. "That's a very rare crystal. It's called a Glowing Hordax Crystal, native to Terephon, Gallinore, Hapes, pretty much anywhere within the Hapes Cluster." "Really?" "Yeah. Where the crystal comes from, is usually told by the color of it.  In this case, Terephon." "Are you sure?" "Yeah. This crystal, is your clue to the last location.  When she was here last, I noticed she put something in the bar counter.  I figured I'd leave it until you arrived." "Thanks, Scuppernog. Wanna join us?" "Nah. I've got a family to support, bro.  Sounds like an adventure though.  How about this?  I'll give you guys a drink, on me, and the next adventure's on you guys." Mirandall perked up and said, "Piastall and I will take you up on that offer, Scuppernog." "Nice to see you too, Mirandall. You have yourselves a deal."

Tarakus sauntered up to the bar counter and started searching. Scuppernog tapped Tarakus on the shoulder. "I think you want to look over there." He said, pointing to a spot in the counter, that looked as though someone had dug a small vibroknife into it, and neglected to repair it. "Thanks." Tarakus said, moving over to that spot. He dug his claws into the counter, scratching at the fancy metal, and shredding it with them. After a noisy ordeal that lasted about ten minutes, Tarakus pulled out another datacard. "Well, Scuppernog, that was most certainly helpful. I don't know how to thank you." "How about a glass of Pine Scotch?" "Boy, you certainly know how to get to a Dragon's heart, don't you?" Tarakus replied, grinning from ear to ear.