Feeling much more herself, Nami made her way through to her medical lab. At least she had time to prepare, to make sure she was ready to treat her mystery patient. To make sure she had the necessarily supplies to hand… Supplies that cost credits. Just as fuel cost credits. Just as food cost credits. There was no way she could ask for payment from people who had literally nothing, but Nami knew she had to find some way to balance her expenses. Before someone came for her next debt repayment. It didn’t matter. She’d find a way, somehow. First, she had people counting on her.
Seri stirs, groggy. The datapad she’d poured over later into the night slips from her lap as she stretches, and she rubs the heel of her palm against sleepy eyes. Ten whole pages of intermediate slicing technique. Like that was ever going to be useful! She fumbles for her clothes as she sits up in bed - a simple work-smock and leggings. When she’s particularly fanciful, she imagines one day she’ll wear something with colour. Something exotic and fashionable. If such things even exist, beyond Kylos’ laboratory. If she even sees beyond Kylie’ laboratory. Dressing quickly, she stretches once again to work out the knots and creaks of sleep, and begins to hum, a soft little tune - quite where she heard it, she can’t remember. With little else to occupy her, she heads for the central lab itself. To see what there is to see, before Kylos sets her to work in earnest.
Olena's ears pressed against her head in a display of chastised guilt, taking Adot's brusqueness as a result of the vixen's tardiness. She stepped away, poking her index fingers together as the green woman gave the remaining orders for the evening, before simply nodding and leading the way to the enclosed spring. "It's not too far. This way, ma'am."
There was a bip from the cockpit - an clock. Nami checked it and found that the time was almost up. She was on the spot. She sat in the pilot's seat, and pulled the lever - the ship exited the hyperspace and exited into real space. There was a star and a gas giant in the far view. There were rings of asteroids around the planet, and above it, there should be a station - just little to far to see yet.
The place is clean, sanitized, plotless. Droids move around, keeping the place cleaned and well maintained. But sometimes, organic is needed to make some adjustment here and there. It doesn't take long to reach the labs - there are tubes around the lab with uncouncious subjects floating in liquids - some of them empty. Next to them consoles, ready to be used. Then there were a few tubes filled with bacta near the walls. The other tests subjects were in the 'baracks'... Or cells.
Adot followed Olena after making sure that sentries were posted and everything was as it should be. The two walked through the forest for some time, before stopping near the small lake. "Oh~" Adot looked around in wonder. "This looks like a tourist attraction!" She said with a small smile.
The droids never fail to make her uncomfortable. Stripped down to the most basic programming for Kylos’ purposes, devoid of personality routines. Their cold, impassive slavery unnerves Seri even as she moves amongst them. She makes her way through routine checks, ensuring that everything is proceeding as per Kylos’ exacting specifications, but finds her attention wandering to the cells, over and over. She heads that way next, telling herself it’s just to check things over.
Olena was as cautious and attentive as she was the first time she had conducted her patrol, though even now the trip to and from the encampment to the spring was becoming routine. When the duo entered enclosure, the Amazonian Amaran allowed a smile to spread across her features, pleased by Adot's approval of her discovery and hopeful that her indulgence in the pool was forgotten. "Yes! It would be a pity to have to leave this place when it's time to relocate..." The vixen sidled up behind the green woman, planting her chin on her superior's shoulder as she loosely wrapped her arms around Adot's hips and midsection. "... It would be a shame to have to share too." Olena's husky whisper teased Adot's ear, settling into her position as big spoon as her breasts pressed against the officer's back.
It was an odd feeling for Nami, piloting her ship towards the station’s coordinates. Her destination wasn’t a safe place to be, by any stretch of the imagination, but there was a sense of…familiarity there. Comfort, of a sort. Still, she’d have to be on her toes. There was no knowing what surprises might be waiting. She checked her scanner to see if she could spot any sign of the Sarlaac’s Breath on approach. Perhaps, if they were lucky, they’d be able to dock close by to each other. With ships coming and going all the time, though, that might be a lot to hope for.
Droven by curiosity, the Zeltron made her way to the cells - she knew them, knew who was there. A massive furry Wookie, sensual Twi'lek, the only appealing green Faleen, hunter Torguta, Gameroan, Wequeey, and so many more. Some criminals, some slaves, some civilians... Tests subjects, to be studied by her Arkanian overlord.
Spoiler: Seduction 11 Vs DC 10 As Olena slowly wrapped her arms around the woman, she felt her stiffen a little, but then relax. He did not move, but Olena could hear her breath quickening, her body becoming hotter... A slight mist of her hot breath came to be for a moment. "Is that so?" She asked, with a slight tremble in her voice.
Spoiler: Knowledge 2+2+6 Vs DC 10 - success It took Nami a few moments, before she realised something obvious - their ships were of different types, so obviously they would have different types of hyperdrive! It seemed that her ship was faster, so she was first, obviously - knowing the type of person the previous owner of Zygerian slaver transport was, it was obvious he did not upgrade the ship... It would take some time, before the other ship arrived into the system... Hours, probably.
Seri’s brows knit together in concern. This life is all she’s known - the cold indifference of Kylos’ mastery, which is not entirely cruel. But not kind. But she knows that this is wrong. To see these people imprisoned, tested, experimented on. It hurts her heart - but what can she do? She knows that, in a way, she’s the lucky one: Kylos grew tired of experimenting on her, but didn’t discard her. She shivers to think what that might have looked like. She sings softly as she passes, a Zeltron lullaby, one she managed to scrounge up from the Holonet. If this is all she can give to them, that’s what she’ll do.
The soft sounds travel through the corridor, and Seri could see a couple of sentients stir and relax at the sound of her voice. Soon, she stopped in front of one of the cells. Inside, she found one armed individual wearing a mask covering his face. He slowly looked up at her. "Had a good morning, gentle being?" The Gank asked, his voice modulated, distorted by machinery. It took a while to reach that level of familiarity with him, but eventually, she managed to get F (and she called him F, because speaking his full name was impossible for a warmblood like her) to speak to her.
Nami paused, considering what this meant. She could simply slow her course and wait for the others to catch up, but…lingering out here for that long would likely draw unwanted attention. Besides, if she went ahead and landed, maybe she could be more prepared by the time they got here. She continued on her course towards the station, trying to think of any names or contacts she could remember here. Perhaps she could find some patients to treat, to earn a few credits, while she had the time. As long as she could still locate the other ship once it did arrive, everything should be all right.
Seri’s mood lifts, and her features brighten, at the words from her… friend? She supposes that word is as good as any. “As good as any.” She smiles wryly, knowing that the Gank appreciates the tone. “And you?” She asks indirectly - asking if he’s had a good morning seems a little inappropriate- “Is there anything you need?”
Nami set the course, and her ship turned lightly. The planet slowly became bigger - and for a moment, she felt it. The wonder of flying in space, it's wasteness. Many being spent their entire lives on planets, yet here she was - one of those with her own ship, travelling the vast sea of nothingness. Soon, the rings of the gas giant. She adjusted the course, and after a a few moments, found what she was looking for. The station. Her comms came to life. 'Unknown. Identify.' A distinctly non-humanoid voice came through the speakers. If she had to guess, it was maybe from some type of insectoid spiecies?
"As good as one could expect." Even through the modulation, she found an undertone in his voice. Biterness? No... it was something else. "Considering the circumstances." He paused and turned to her. "You wouldn't maybe have a shantoran tentacles?" He asked. She did not know what it was that he was speaking about...
As always, there is something in that dry tone of the Gank’s that she admires. But which also makes her feel terribly sad. She has read the files, when she has nothing else to do - which is often - and she knows the violence that his species is famed for. The fierce nature. She knows how terrible it is that he is locked away here with all the others. “A shantoran…? I’m not sure what that is, I’m sorry. I can check though!” She tries her best to add a brighter tone, fumbling to reassure him.
(That is such a cool image!) “Um.” Nami caught herself staring in awe, and focused on the voice. She racked her brain, trying to recall protocols for these situations she’d used or overheard in the past. She turned on her transmitter. “Paraselene, independent ship,” she replied. “Here for commerce.”
