One of the girls smiled brightly and bowed before the group that had entered. She stepped back and quickly moved towards the back office. It was but a few moments later, the black uniformed figure stepped out, his arms folding behind him and moved towards the group. His stance betraying his military history and training.

He smiled darkly, watching and studying them. He saw the young lady that had come to him before offering the contract. "All, I welcome you to the inn. Lady Deluxe, I understand you have come here for your tour. I take it that this is your family?" A couple of girls dressed in his uniform quickly began work, fixing up several tables.

He smiled the gentleman's smile. However, it didn't change the the darkness reflected in the auburn eyes. He looked each into the eyes as they were introduced taking note of each Void's demener and build. He was content in this group's ability to handle what would be shown.

"I would like to thank you all for coming." Once introductions were complete. "The Circle appreciates your business and your trust that what you will be shown and what you will see will be kept in the strict confidence. We have specialized and unique equipment as well as methods that are used to produce a very high quality product. We thank you for your support."

One of the serving girls came around as he spoke with a silver tray in both hands. Tall flutes of dark red liquid were presented to each member of the party. Upon inspect, it would be "freshly squeezed" blood of a young girl in her late teens, early 20's. He continued on: "The facility is highly secure to keep out those that would rather not have our business succeed. While I will not devulge the facility's location, I have a transport standing by that will take us there and allow you to tour the facility as well as take ownership of the product tonight, if that is your desire. They can also be delivered as well, should that be your desire."

He stepped around the group, the "thunk" of his military boots against the hardwood floor was merciless. "If everyone would follow me. Feel free to ask questions at any point in time." He said, as he pulled the front door open.

When everyone was out, he took lead of the party once more, heading towards small building not far from the Inn. He made the small talk with the group, answering their questions as needed. The doors of the building opened to reveal it was not a building, but a concealed hanger. The moderate transport was illuminated by unnatural light as the primary entry way was lowered. "If you will all step on board. The transport will take us to my facility."

In the darkness of the cockpit the only feature readily visible was the twisted smile on the face of Romax, one that had an eerie dark blue glow as he was awash in the light from all the boards as they gave a ?ready? status. Closing his eyes and dropping into the Force he manipulated the controls of the ship as if there were four people piloting this vessel, which in fact there should have been, yet one Dark Lord of the Sith was more than adequate for a job such as this. Buttons were pressed by themselves, dials turned to their proper settings, levers were drawn together and pulled back, and suddenly the mottled star-field around them began to blur and lengthen into streaks as they began to move faster than light. While this normally would have been a beautiful sight to behold, it lasted a matter of thee point two seconds before the streaks were once again a mottled star-filed around them, only with the added bonus of a huge asteroid belt.

Once again the internal comm system came to life as Romax spoke. ?Welcome to Circle Territory. We hope you?ve enjoyed your flight this evening and?? The comm system burst with static from some unknown source. Oh it was known to Romax, however, as the remnat of the ion cannon blast faded away; Travanix knew as well for he could feel what had happened through the Force. It was the Interrogator II, Romax?s personal ship and one of the largest lines of defense for the Circle?s facilities here in the belt. Quickly punching up ship-to-ship communications, he sent his identification code over. Almost immediately the Holo-Net had become active on the bridge of the Interrogator II. The unblinking eyes of Romax Pol were nearly the only thing the members of the bridge crew could see. ?What in the name of the Sith just happened, Admiral Vega?? The blonde man, standing 6? tall could only shake his head. ?I have no idea ser, but they?re bringing me the gunner now." The admiral shook with fear and rage and rightly so, someone on his crew had just nearly murdered their Master, an insane Dark Lord of the Sith who, at times, was much worse than Lord Vader or the Emperor had ever been, Lord Travanix, who wasn't much better, and four of their VIP guests that were coming for a tour of the facility. 'They would be lucky if they all didn't end up floating out an airlock for this', Vega thought.

Two Sith Troopers, followed by a dark side Adept , drug a man kicking and screaming between them. ?I?m innocent I tell you, I did not fire on Lord Pol?s shuttle.? Upon seeing Lord Pol on the Holo Screen the man looked more horrified than if they?d told him that they were about to make him watch as they murdered his family. He looked deflated, he knew what his fate was and he wasn?t about to struggle against it anymore. Romax spoke up after a few moments, ?Send him to my personal interrogation room to await me. When I am finished with this tour I will return and we shall see just what it is he has to say for himself. Oh, Admiral...I want you there too. We have a few things to discuss.? Cutting the connection to the Super Start Destroyer, he pulled the control arm over to put them into a gentle dive, their destination being the second largest asteroid in the field ahead of them. As they passed by the Interrogator II a cheer, finally, was raised through the NCO?s that their commander and the Lord Travanix had returned to space, to fly with them again. Moments later the tractor beams from the station locked onto the transport and began to pull them into the gaping maw of the carved out asteroid?s hangar bay. Once the transport was safely inside, the force shields had sprung back to life and the bay once again pressurized.

Dropping the power of the main sub-light drive and kicking in the repulsorlift engines once again, he deftly maneuvered the shuttle over a plethora of parked transports, freighters, personal craft, and defense fighters to rise up and over the second floor balcony, rotate one hundred and eighty degrees and settle the transport down onto its landing skids. Leaving post-flight checks to the slaves in the back, Romax was quickly out of the cockpit and down the ramp of the shuttle, heading for the suites of rooms he kept here.

Once he reached his rooms he headed straight for the walk-in closet and the dressers it contained. Tearing into the closet and dressers, he needed to be quick because Dru would be joining him and the rest of the party a little later, after she had taken care of some of his business back on Rhy?din. He moved quickly and quietly as he pulled out certain gear that would, when put together, make up a black Imperial Stealth Suit. Such suits were used by assassins back in the days of the Empire and still were in heavy use with the Circle today. Tonight part of the tour of the facilities would be how he and Travanix dealt with those who were clever enough to get aboard without setting off any external security flags, or with those who had betrayed the Circle and had been ordered put to death, or finally those who simply knew too much and were a danger to be left alive.

Tonight?s demonstration would be a combination of the last two. There were two men who had served their entire lives as a part of the circle but had become disgruntled, for as with all men who are not leaders of the Circle, they wanted more power and a higher ranking in the circle, something all aspire to and few ever get. Romax quickly disrobed, leaving his current wardrobe on the back of a chair and slipped into the almost skin tight stealth suit. Straightening it all out, he buckled the belt with the power pack into place, secured his lightsabers up his sleeves, and dropped the full mask down onto his head before finally activating the power and shimmering out of the visible light spectrum. Spinning on his heel, he moved quietly and invisibly through the facility, past Travanix and his group, and finally off to one of the larger side chambers where he would await his prey, and his spectators.

The ride, until the blaster fire across the bow, was enjoyable as he made small talk with the guests. He knew that Romax would handle the situation as needed once the tour was over. He commented only that next time they come up, he'll be sure to have a more accurate gunner to make sure he actually hits them and then chuckled a bit.

He felt the rush of his partner down the ramp as he stood, awaiting for the party to gather themselves. "This facility is one of our longest active facilities in the system." He began stepping down the ramp, leading them into the hanger bay. "He stepped off the ramp, turning to face the group as they came down. "Since you wish to take possession of the slaves this evening, while they are prepared for transport, I would be honored if you stayed for dinner. I am sure we can come up with something."

As he spoke, two girls - twins, came up behind him, smiling darkly. They wore the identical dresses. He didn't need to acknowledge them. "Just prior to your contract being negotiated, Lord Pol and I developed a new method for breaking slaves. Now, it is not as fun or entertaining as our previous methods." He started out, as he began to lead them through the hanger towards the greetings suite. "But, it is just as effective - particularly on those that are of the magical or extra skills grouping."

He coded the door to open and motioned them in, the twin girls still behind him. "The slave is placed into a sensory depervation tube while unconscious." A video on a large wall display began to show the process thorugh computer animation. "While in there, they are broken down and retrained. The process over-write's their natural mind, so is in a sense brainwashing. But, highly effective brainwashing." He turned the group, smirking darkly. "Now, I won't go into the details about what happens in the tube, as they are Circle secrets, but rest assured, they are broken, and ready."

The display switched off. "Questions?"

He nodded with a gentleman's smile at the affirmative response for them staying for dinner. He watched them all quietly as the presentation reviewed then went silent. The Void he learned was Julien spoke up. The question was sound and intelligent, but still brought a smirk to the slaver's lips.

"An interesting question. Without going into too much detail, I will say that I have developed techniques that isolate parts of the mind, allowing me to focus my efforts on those of personality and demenor rather than those areas that are devoted to talent or skill. In some cases, we will use their talents against them, to maintain the previous training or skills. For example, a mage may find themselves slipping farther down the hole the more they attempt to break a mental entrapment, thus keeping their knowledge, but loosing their will."

He opened another door, leading into a corridor of steel. "Though, there have been times when a contract requires a slave's talents to be removed completely, and replaced. Those, at time, take longer because it litterally is reprogramming."

As he walked down the hall, another door opened to the left. He stepped to the other side and allowed them to enter first. "Then of course, there are methods that are far more active than simply brainwashing." He chuckled darkly, allowing them to enter an exam room. The windows were broad and wide looking into a larger room beyond. Several tubes lined the wall. The sound of the small electrical generators could still be heard on the other side of the thick glass.

The compliment only caused the smile to darken as he listened and watched. The girl pressing her nose against the glass reminded him of a child at the festive times, as the baker would produce new treats. He stepped forward, his arms still folded behind him as he spoke. "These tubes are where your slaves are gestating, if you will. Receiving instructions, breaking down their will and preparing them for what will be the rest of their lives. This is the preperation and observation room." He turned to the right slightly indicating a door behind him. "This door takes you into the training complex."

He walked towards the crowd a bit. "My work is dedicated and efficient in making sure that whatever product I sell you, it is what you want. There are few other slavers on this planet, let alone within even my own Circle that are as effective or driven as I am."