She wasn’t sure what she expected, but approached trying to evaluate the woman. She dressed like ahe’d be someone important and stood tall, but despite her attempts to make herself look imposing, Mardica had been on the battlefield in enough scrapes, in her head, the Twil’ek couldn’t help but think the woman was looking awfully small. “Whatever you’re comfortable with. I tend to prefer lord myself. Nice to have you, your highness. Though I’ll admit I was under the impression I’d be meeting my prospective fiancee in person as opposed to his...mother?”
"Really?" Daltar smirks. "That seems like a waste. I think we could get more out of her by selling her as a pleasure slave. Maybe to the Black Sun, do you think?" With one hand, he takes hold of her Aigir'ritar's second lekku, and with the other he holds up the collar fastened to the end of the chain. "Yes, your highness, I think that by keeping yo whole, we'll get a far better price than we would selling your organs." He fastens the collar around her neck, restraining her to the throne. In truth, I'm undecided as to what to do with her. Maybe an execution, or keep her around for her contacts? Either way, scaring her a bit will do us good. "I hear that the Black Sun can be harsh masters, but I'm sure they won't be too rough if you're obedient."
"Wouldn't the damage be part of interrogation?" Panza wondered. sometimes Sarah wondered where the man lost most of his common sense. "Sure thing boss. We just need to find a place to throw you out." The man said with a laugh as Sarah put her clothes in order.
"As you command, Master." The blond bowed her head submissively. As he got to the station, he found nothing of the sort and received a negative response. It looked like there was no pilot to open the cuffs - no small device the Captain had on his person.
Katarina smile and sit on the pilot chair. "Alright crew, we are leaving now." She said and lunch ship to the space.
"Idiot, if you damage them their values as slaves will decrease!" Sarah retorted as the droid pulled out, "Nnh." She moaned as she pulls her leotard back in place. "Well, somewhere with pirates, hopefully." She groaned, as she gets inside the pod. "Anyway, this tracker better work, Panza." She said with a glare as they fixed her coordinates.
Orson grumbled, he went to the maintenance deck next, getting an engineer and a maintenance droid to come with him. He returned to the captain's quarters with both of them, 'Get those cuffs off the girl or just cut the chain, but don't harm her.'
Iyo looked her over. "Lord..." She said, tasting the word "Unfortunately, the situation on the planet required most of our attention, and I was the only one who could leave, without upsetting out state." The Queen said. Now, as she was standing next to her, Mardica could feel it - the woman was strong in the force. Specifically, in the dark side.
Aigir'ritar sighted with relief as Daltar refused Chil'van's suggestion. She didn't resist as he fastened the collar around her neck - there was a notable shudder as it locked around her neck. But the suggestion about selling her to black sun had put her somewhat on guard. "Pleasure slave? Truly?" The dark Jedi wondered. "She does have somewhat appropriate clothing - only to much of it. And I would doubt her skill..." Chil'van wondered. "You are sure you want to keep her whole, your excellency?" Twi'lek moaned as Chiss squeezed her lekku.
She had some power. She didn’t doubt the queen could probably already sense Mardica’s own. That told them enough about each other already. “I see. Unfortunately, I think it’s clear to both of us that I will not accept. Since you have your own state affairs, it would be better to not waste each other’s time. That being said...since you spent so long on the trip here, it would be a waste to send you home immediately after taking the time to make your travels.” Mardica was left trying to devise a new plan in her head. She couldn’t seriously expect a devoted dark force user to not immediately try to backstab their allies. This woman would have no intention of actually honoring any deal she makes. Negotiations were already doomed from the start.
The ship launched, easily leaving the planet. It quickly set the course - planet Ceeve. Curse set, she entered the ship into hyperspace. As she read the readings, Katarina realised that it would take a few hours before they would get to their target.
Strange, she doesn't seem all that bothered by the prospect of becoming a slave. Perhaps she's a good actress, or is trying to stay on my good side with Chil'van so close. The threats are mostly empty, though. I'll neither chop her up, nor sell her off. I can't say the same for her crew, though. "I'm sure her new masters will find a new wardrobe for her majesty, befitting her royal status. And if she's lacking in skill, the Black Sun's trainers will likely suffice to correct that fault." Daltar also squeezes on the lekku in his hand. "If we don't get a good price for her, though, then she's yours to do with as you please, Chil'van, of course."
"This place should be good." Panza showed her. "You will stay in space for about a day, before crashing on habitat planet. If the locator will change the location, I will know where to attack, yes?"
As they arrived, the man's eyes stopped for a moment on the woman's naked body, but he quickly shook his head and checked the cuffs. "Have you tried Captain's computer, sir?" He asked, looking them over.
'No, who installed these here, anyway? You?' Orson asked, as he went to the captain's terminal to find some way to release them.
"Grandes?" Stantor suggested. "The walls will not take much more damage - the entire building might collapse!" Rook called. "Negotiations?" "Don't kid me, from that position?" Stantor barked as he tried to look over the column, only to hide as blaster chipped part of wall.
"Yeah, that looks like a great spot." Sarah nods, "Anyway, the droids better be ready for a raid, Panza." She said in a stern tone, before leaning back on her chair. "Alright, let's get this show on the road." She grins, eager to raid some pirates.
