Sensing that he doesn't want to talk any more, she rests in her seat, quickly nodding off. After a few hours, there's a jolt, as the orange, rocky planet of Korriban appears beneath the fighter.
“Old enough to live on their own if that’s what you’re asking. Graduated college this year, went and took some office job. Not the most exciting life, but not everyone is born to deal with guns in their faces and I got into this kind of work so they wouldn’t need to go through what I did. He has a girlfriend and they’re living fairly happily, last time we spoke....which is longer than I would like, but that’s just how it is.”
He shakes his head. "If I wanted to break you, you'd already be broken, my nymph. I simply gave you something to help you relax, and not feel so uncomfortable with your new position that you might attempt to do something foolish. You still have your free will, correct? You still don't like me, correct?" He purses his lips. "Besides, what the Prince does isn't exactly breaking. It's closer to a seduction, combined with a business proposition. Really, being his slave isn't bad at all. You have access to the finest food, the finest drugs, the finest women. I've quite enjoyed my time in his service. Who knows, prove yourself loyal, and he might let you fly again. If you're as good as your record suggests, you might end up flying the Black Sun's finest fighters."
"Are you going to tell him that his mum's getting remarried?" He smiles and strokes her stomach. "I'm really surprised that you've had a kid. It didn't leave a mark on your body at all."
'Not liking you would be an understatement... Sir,' Loreley nearly found herself chuckling, before her eyes flashed, 'Fly for the Black Sun? So, I'm supposed to destroy his enemies by day and warm his bed by night? ... Sir.'
"I definitely plan to mention it. We actually have some time on our hands now for once. There's a lot of catching up to do." In her head she thought on it. She'd probably have to give the abridged version of things and neglect to mentions a lot of things when she tried explaining this all. Definitely avoiding mentioning getting raped by a bounty hunter or experimenting with drugs. " Well it did, at first....but there's exercises and other ways to reduce the impact from it. I'm really good at my job."
"It's an option. You love being behind the controls of a fighter, don't you? And you don't mind sex. I can tell." He shrugs. "That said, I don't want to speak out of turn. The Prince may make you an offer if he wishes, or just use your body. It's his decision."
Her eyes flutter open. "Wha-? Oh. This data says that the tomb of Marka Ragnos is in something called the Valley of the Sith Lords. It should be there." She gestures to the screen, pointing out the location.
'I do love flying... and I don't mind sex, true. What I do like is being able to choose my partners for it, though... Sir,' Loreley said, only very slowly eating and drinking to lessen the impact of the drug in it.
"I can tell. You look..." He kisses her. "I have to say, it was quite a surprise." Mari grins. "I didn't peg you as the matronly type."
In the slow, make out session with Cyrus, she glanced over to Mari and gave her a playfully light swat against the butt, breaking away from the kiss with her future husband to pay some attention to the Twilek again. "And when we first met, I didn't peg you for such a needy slut."
"Wait until we meet the prince." He waits for her to finish her meal or push it away, and then stands. She yelps. "I didn't know that I was one."
Loreley ate her meal about two thirds and pushed it away, before rising from her seat, 'Are we going to see him now, Sir?' Despite herself, she felt some excitement at the prospect of finally meeting her captor.
"It's been far from the worst surprise this whole trip had." Directly in between the two, sharing in their body heat, she thought of the future and all the things that she could do. "You're also going to be my bridesmaid....I'd ask Sara too, but pretty sure she'd rather go back to shooting up stromtroopers than wear a dress."
Fendrat didn't know what to think about that. "Beam, are you able to analise that blood? Or something what once was a blood?" He asked droid and stand up. "It seems our friends corpes get infected by something. I think it will be better if we don't touch them."
"Yes, we're on our way. It's why we groomed you. Now, remember, you want to make a good first impression. If you displease him, he'll send you back to me, and I'll have no reason to treat you well like I have been so far. I might be a slave, but don't think that that means I'm soft."
Loreley gulped, not wanting to imagine what the Twi'lek would come up with if he had free reign and didn't need to please his master, 'I-uh-I understand, Sir.'
Mari nods. "I'd be honoured." Cyrus chuckles. "Sara? She wouldn't be seen dead in a dress. I have to say, I was afraid you wouldn't go for this."
