C h a n e l 

Table d'hôte 

Sequence

Movement

Combat

Mode

Conscious

Vogue

Catalogue

Chanel

Bazaar

Benedict put her purse, which contained a microshield generator, a pair of diamond earring grenades and a small laser cutter disguised as a tube of lipstick, down onto the table. Nods accompanied her arrival from the gamers around the table.

"The minimum is 100,000 madam," the bowtie dealer said. Behind him was an ordinary looking android but Benedict knew that it was well armed and she could feel in the air the power of the Shield it was generating over itself and the dealer. Smiling and pulled from her purse the money and it was turned into platinum chips.

She wasn't here for the dealer however. He was a nobody. Who she was here for was Baron Von Meckleberg, soldier of fortune, tomb raider, war criminal. The murderer of her father during the Revolution when she had been much younger and some one else. And he had her legacy.

Benedict smiled at the scar lined face, his one natural eye - the other now a nest of cybernetics - and said with no hint of the malice she felt, "Shall we play?"

At any point in time in the universe a multiude of important somethings are happening. Events that mean nothing but to one person, or those which outcome will ripple across the stars and set the course of the future.

Secret of the Sands:  A long stranger comes to the rescue of a Princess and her Tai Jun Bodyguard surrounded by ruthless Brontos.

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