Woman frowned. "Not... necessarily. Despite our obvious differences, our targets are the same - order." She said, slowly walking next to Mardice. "I will admit, ambition is part of my house, but is it enough to allow fear us, paralyse you?"
The pirate moaned as baron toyed with her lekku. Chil'van smirked. "Hear that, little toy? I will get to dismantle you, if you will not prove yourself skilled enough." the comment made Twi'lek shiver with fear. "Then why don't show how much you are worth." With that she riped woman's top off, releasing her generous bust. The size and shape were nice, but studs piercing her nipples were a surprise. Chil'van then ripped her panties of, leaving her only in boots, gloves and head-gear. "Now, you are dressed appropriately. But we have to test you skills, don't we?" As Baron looked over Aigir'ritar's naked sex, he noticed two things. First, her sex was wet with her sex juices. Second, there was a brand over her pussy - slave brand.
"Afraid of you? Hardly. And don't even start with another "We're not so different" speech. Space is filled with dozens of Sith corpses from people who all said the exact same thing." Mardica partially laughed at that, while naturally taking a few steps back from the Queen. Not really out of fear, but just to make it evident that the Twil'ek had dropped any pretense of being friendly with them. "As it turns out, a entire group that brags about how expendable their allies are, and how smart they must be for constantly backstabbing them, has a hard time finding anyone with the resources who is also stupid enough to be willing to listen to you. Who would have thought?" Mardica didn't know why this was hard for them to understand. They made a big show about constantly disposing of their allies as soon as they outlived their immediate usefulness and were suddenly stunned when nobody who was capable enough to actually help them was willing to lift a finger to do anything about it.
"Wait." As Aigir'ritar goes to pleasure Chil'van, Daltar squeezes the woman's lekku and pulls her head back, not hard enough to hurt or injure her, but enough to flood the sensitive appendage with sensations. "Look, a slave brand." He chuckles. "As an Imperial officer, I am sworn to return stolen and misplaced property to its rightful owners. Who's your master, your highness?"
The man shook his head as he walked up to the Captain's computer. "Not me. He must have received it from somewhere else." He worked for a moment. "Ah - here it is. A program controlling the bondage." He pointed at the screen.
"Yes sir!" A number of voices answered. Quickly working, the Mandalorians started evacuating, as their comrades started setting the charges. At the same time, it seemed that the other side has noticed something. "Sir!" Stantor called. "It looks like they are backing of!"
The man nodded. "As you say, Captain." Panza nodded. "Go to the escape pod and lunch, whenever you are ready."
After some searching, Katarina quickly found Will, sitting in his open cabin, drinking hot caf. "Making your rounds, Captain?" He asked, his way of being was serene.
Katarina sit next to him. "Yes. We have few hours before arrive, so I wanted to make sure it is everything allright on the board." She lean head in her arms. "I hope there will be possible to talk our deal without conflict. These galaxy seen too much fight, in my opinion."
The woman was surprised for a moment then laughed. "You think me a Sith?" She asked with amusement. "Not all dark siders belong to your splinter brothers." She passed. "True, we have certain competitiveness and ambitions. But that makes us all more alive, we change in order to adapt. We never detach ourselves from everyday matters, like your people." She turned, a sardonic smile on her face. "What about your system? For a millennium, your order defended the corrupt system, crushing any opposition, not really solving anything, just delaying it. And hot did it end? Half of the galaxy rebelled, and in the end, the other half turned on the Jedi. Your people became too detached. She paused. "I am not claiming that our system is perfect, but at least it's not stagnant, and addresses the current problems."
A light moan escaped Aigir'ritar as Daltar squeezed her lekku. He easily noticed her nipples hardening. At the mention of being returned to the owner, she palled and shivered. "No!, Your excellency, please - don't send me back!" There was desperation in her voice - she really did not want to be returned. "No wonder she gets turned on - she was conditioned to be sex slave," Chil'van mused. "But, on your place, I would keep the chair and get rid of slut. She is used goods, after all. And escaped slaves are more problem then they are useful." She paused for a moment, then with a smirk, she pulled the chain, making Twi'lek arch and her tits bounce. "Hmm... Why don't we test her." Chain cuffs flew to Chiss hand. "Why don't you try the throne? Just to be on the safe side~" She locked pirate's hands behind her back. "And when you are in a mood, just give the chain a thud - to see how the little slut tastes." Chi'van smirked, then grabbed the woman by lekku and squeezed, making green-skinned woman hiss. "If you even scratch him with your teeth, I am going to strangle you with your won lekku."
"One can only hope, captain." He said serenely, as his hand moved to her back and gave it a light pat. "All we can do is do what we can to make the world a little better, and hope that the others will follow the suit. But where we will be going, violence is sure to erupt."
Katarina smile as she feel Will hand on her back. "Right, small good for us and people around us. We don't change world, but we can at least not add more pain." She said and look at empty cabin. "Maybe after few transaction, we should recruit more men to crew? We still have enought room for more members. I also should looking for secend pilot, it isn't right to fly with only one pilot. Without me, the crew will be dead."
I shouldn't... But... why not? "Indeed, Chil'van. I'm an old man, after all, I could use a short sit down." Eyeing Aigir'ritar, Daltar takes a seat on the throne. "I suppose I don't have to return you to your master, but why shouldn't I? What do you have to offer me?"
'Much appreciated,' Orson told the engineer, 'Release her and then send for someone to bring her some clothes.'
Sarah heads to the escape pod, double checks her coordinates, and once she was sure nothing seemed off. She hits the launch button.
"You know The drill. Anyone who tries to leave The House gets Shot. They betrayed and opposed me. No second Chances"
"My ship-ah!" Aigir'ritar gasped Chil'van squeezed her lekku again. "The ships and everything you owned, is already ours." the blue-skinned woman said sharply. Twi'lek bit her lower lip as she was thinking. "I would offer my services - I am quite skilled in commander and captain. After all, I managed to escape capture for quite a few years." She said slowly. "Of course, I would offer other perks as well~" She said pushing her chest forward, making her breasts bounce.
"Yes sir!" The man said as he manipulated the terminal. A moment later, the chains feel from the woman's hands. "I will ask the quarter master about the clothes." The man said as she left. As he turned. Orson realised that the woman was still on her knees, with her head bowed.
