Fendrat shrug his shoulders. "I don't have any fucking idea. But it seems we are able to shoot this down, so that is enough what I need to know." He said preparing his blasterpistol.
@Regin34 The group, wary, with blasters at the ready, moves forwards, from corridors into large rooms, through to other corridors. As before, the station shifts and groans, making noises that put everyone on edge. In another terminal, like the last, the group comes across about ten reanimated stormtroopers and pirates. Instantly, they make that same screeching noise, sprinting forth to attack. Beam activates its combat protocols, a second pair of arms springing out, topped with droideka lasers, as its regular arms take a rocket launcher from the sling on its back, firing a rocket that eviscerates three stormtroopers. Some of the purge troopers open fire, while the others pull out melee weapons, electified staffs, hammers and batons, and prepare to fight. Two pirates come after Fendrat, and one after DT.
Cyrus puts a hand on her thigh. "You can have all of it you want, from now on". He pours an expensive drink into three glasses, handing one two Danann and another to Mari. "To us". Taking a swig, he asks "So, what was your husband like? You never said anything about him".
"So, even the pirates, huh?" DT-L30 sighed as they saw more reanimated corpses. Either there was more to the Force than he expected, or there was something else going on in this station. As fighting broke out, and with hostiles approaching him, and Fendrat. DT-L30 shoots their limbs, and their head. Thinking that if they can withstand being riddled with holes, the best he can do was destroy their limbs, or their brain, assuming they still had one.
A blaster bolt sails through the head of the trooper coming for DT, and it collapses. He manages to kneecap one coming for Fendrat, slowing it considerably, as it collapses and begins to crawl along the floor. @Regin34 A zombified pirate grabs hold of Fendrat, arms on the Zeltron's shoulders.
"Hold still!" DT-L30 as he aims for the head of the pirate that grabbed Fendrat, he fires once he has a shot. Then quickly head shots the crawling one, "Aim for the head! It's the only way to "kill" them!" He shouts toward the rest.
As expected, it's delicious. Loreley feels herself grow relaxed. Her captivity is still something she dislikes, but the prospect of being a slave becomes less unpalatable. Even the Twi'lek, who before made her angry, now seems more irritating. After she's had an opportunity to sleep, the Twi'lek returns. "My nymph, the hour draws near, soon, you'll be gifted to Prince Xizor. Put this on." He hands her a metal bikini, a strap of red cloth falling between the legs.
Loreley looked at the Twi'lek with narrowed eyes, 'As you say... Sir.' She put on the metal top and red silken loincloth of the bikini. It barely covered her privates, but it was better than being naked.
The next few hours are a blur, as Loreley is taken out of her cell, given a muscle relaxant to ensure that she doesn't make an escape attempt. She's groomed and shaved, the month worth of hair on her armpits and pubis removed. The hair atop the pilot's head is then seen to, shaped, sprayed and styled, until it looks luxurious, tied into a long braid that goes over her shoulder. A blue woman then sees to her face, expertly applying makeup to accentuate her looks. Her nipple bars are removed, replaced with a long gold chain that connects her nipples. A diamond choker is put around her neck, and sapphire earrings put in her ear piercings. At the end of the experience, Loreley looks in a mirror, noting that she looks as beautiful and glamourous as an A-List holo actress. In fact, she realises, she looks better than many of them. Finally, as the muscle relaxant wears off, she's given a plate of food, with red wine to help wash it down. "I know that it's been many hours since you've eaten. Enjoy, my nymph. You've been very good today".
@Regin34 The blaster bolt sails perilously close to Fendrat's face, killing the pirate. The others are quickly finished off by the purge troopers.
Loreley looked in the mirror. Another golden chain was running down from the choker along her cleavage splitting abover her navel to wrap around her back and accentuating her hips. And several bracelets, anklets and toerings were adorning her arms and legs. She was somehwhat glad they didn't add more piercings, but if it caught this 'Prince' Xizor's fancy before she could escape or was rescued, there was little she could do to stop it. Her hand went under the loincloth, feeling her smooth mons pubis, it seemed Xizor liked his slaves to be fully shaven. Loreley sighed, she hated the fact that she liked the way she looked now. She sat down to eat and drink, 'Have I been, Sir? I had little choice with all the drugs.'
"Soon, that won't be a necessity." Again, the food calms her down. She actually feels a level of excitement at the idea of meeting this Xizor person. An eagerness hides in the back of her mind.
Loreley found it odd how quickly she was becoming even excited with the idea to be Xizor's willing slave. She shook her head, laid down her fork and sighed, 'This food is drugged too... isn't it, Sir?'
Fendrat move away from falling corpse. "Damit, thanks Deet." He said and whisper to himself. "Why I'm here? I'm enginire, not comandos, I should be on backline and support from distance soldiers." He kneel down next to already death trooper and tried to take off his helmet. He wasn't doctor, but maybe he will find some clue in this all mess.
Taking the wine in hand, she clinks the glass next to theirs and takes a sip, body still feeling sore, but satisfied.”Not much to say. We were young and I was more of a party girl back then, and then I ended up pregnant, and we were married...not really just out of obligation. We did love each other...or thought we did anyway. You don’t make the most well thought out decisions at that age.”
Loreley was a bit confused, 'Didn't you say something like your "Prince" Xizor enjoyed breaking his slaves in himself? Aren't you taking his.... fun... away by making me a willing slave for him with drugs? ...Sir.'
Fendrat sees, beneath the helmet, a normal face, though one that's been dead for several days, and that has a blaster wound in its skull. One thing that seems odd, though, is the way that its blood appears black. Fendrat knows that after a while human blood goes from red, to a darker brown, but he's never seen it like this. The creature's blood is black and thick, feeling almost like tar.
