Katarina pat Will in the shoulder. "Good young boy. I have to keept eye on you more often, just in cause." She said in joking tone and look at computer to see how much time left for arrive. "I go to my cabin, to get fresh myself. Call me if anything happen." She said to Will.
'I will not be using any of the other ones, but... Deena, it does not sound bad. I will be calling you that,' Orson nodded, 'And you can call me Commander, if you like. That should suit you fine, it seems you like being "commanded".' 'The old man did not hurt you, did he?' He looked her over, checking for any injuries she might have. His look was professional for the most part, but it was clear that her charms weren't entirely lost on him, especially her breasts and the strange tattoos she had stopped his gaze a few moments. His inspection ended, he looked at her eyes again, 'When's the last time you had a proper meal, Deena? Or a bath? Or a proper bed to sleep in?'
Admiral's orders are followed swiftly. "Congratulations, on having an actual fleet, Admiral." Chil'van bows - he could never tell with her, if she was mocking him or being serious. "As for my reward - I shall leave it for later." She said shortly. The First officer, taking command of Nebulon-B frigate, was Noll Brontethas The Junior officer was Nanda - she took command of the corvette. The third officer - now promoted, also arrived. Her name was Kus Fumerril.
As she waits, memories of old times run through her mind. It took an entire day before the proximity alert started nipping. As she looked outside, she saw a ship coming closer - but she could not make out the type in darkness.
"Mm. Oh?" Sarah peeks out, wondering what sort of ship picked up her signal. "Well, hopefully pirates. Those idiots would be useful as extra crew, and I'd have no trouble scrapping their stuff for more of Panza's droids." She said to herself as she attempts to hail the ship, "Please help me! I managed to escape from my owner, but now I'm stranded!" She cried out on the comms, making a false story to explain her situation.
The woman stayed silent for a moment, then she started speaking, her pose, now more relaxed. "You might claim we are different - yet your actions, are completely the same as those of ancient Sith, when the first arrived at Korriban. They used their power, to end warring states and with themselves as leaders, they established order and developed their worlds... the empire that lasted until the genocide of Sith. Tell me, what would you do to protect your people - would you fight to defend them? Go to war, to defend them? Against the republic world? Against the Jedi? We have enough many enemies - do you truly, want to open another front, where a friendly hand is offered? Do not allow the obsession of the Jedi with the dark siders cloud your judgment."
"Screw you over? You are contradicting yourself - didn't you say that the point was to screw me?" She laughed - her voice sending shivers down his spine. "And you in charge? It seems you forgot your place... tut tut." She took another sip of wine. "Buring my mansion - and why would you do that? It's such a nice building~ and where does all the wrath of yours come from. Such a naughty boy. Should I take notice of you, and give you a spanking?"
A snake that sheds it's skin, remains a snake. all the same. "Would I fight for my people?" Should such a thing be called into a question? A leader whose only talent is telling others to do things for them is not worth anything or even necessary to the growth of their nation."
Daltar waits for Kus to salute him, before he returns the salute, as she meets him on the bridge. "Lieutenant Fumerril. I assume you've been informed about your promotion?" He looks her up and down. "I look forward to seeing what you're capable of. For your first test, I'd like you to take command momentarily, and have us set course for Kessel. Not exactly a difficult assignment, but I'm sure you'll have many opportunities to prove yourself properly in the future."
"Of course I am young." Will smiled. "I feel young, thus I am young." There were two hours left to arrival, as Katarina checked it. "Don't worry, boss. I will keep the ship floating." He said. "Go get some sleep - old people need their naps." He chuckled.
"As you command, master." The blond bowed her head. "This slave had the last session with the previous master two days ago. That was also last time was cleaned. The last meal was given... yesterday, this slave thinks." Deena said, her voice submissive. A moment later the officer entered with clothes. "The only clothes we found, were imperial ensign's clothes." The officer said as he put down the clothes.
The coms stayed silent as the ship started slowly manoeuvring. The pod slowly entered the ship's hangar - it seemed to be of the size of a small corvette. After the pod opened, Sarah quickly realised who picked it up - rebels. That was easy to tell, by the symbol on the shoulders of the crew.
"Then we are in agreement, about that." the woman nodded. "We will fight for our nations. Even if we have to go against entire galaxy... but why do it alone?" She turned to Mardica. "I offer an alliance, a bond between us, tied with a marriage. My third son - he would join you in martial marriage, leaving our name and joining your dynasty, cementing an alliance between us. Would you not consider that?"
Ugh, really now, rebels? Well, not like they're rebelling against anything anymore. I'm sure they wouldn't mind parting with their ship. Sarah thought to herself as she leaves her pod, revealing her sexy outfit for the crew to look at. "O-oh thank you for helping me. I fear what my previous owner would have done to me if he caught me again." She said in an act to gather pity. "Uhm, might I ask who you are?" She asked with a sniffle.
The building shook as explosives worked and the entire structure collapsed. Tarla Ban's face screwed and she hissed. "Better hide little soldier, because when I am done with you, you will regret you are alive!" "We have found an escape tunnel." Rook said. "I have left a fire squad there, nothing will pass."
Fumerril was a woman of short hight, and a rather impressive bust (which would be considered average, on woman of average hight). She quickly nodded. "Yes sir." She turned to the bridge and started giving commands - after a moment, she turned back to Admiral. "Fleet is ready to jump, on your command, sir." She said. And for the first time in years, Daltar had real fleet under his command. A hologram of Natasi appeared in his communication panel. "Baron, what kind of implant would you like to apply to the asset? Also, should we add anything else?" The scientist asked, her tone eager to thinker.
Katarina chucled and give him warming finger, to watch his tounge in presence of capitan. As she enter to her cabin, she sigh fo relief closing her door behind. Cabin was bigger than cabins of the rest crew, but not too much. She have double bed, wardroop for clothes, cafetable, small cupboard with alcohols, desk with their contracts and some books. Katarina sit on the bed and take off her boots. "Ahh, finaly. I wish when we someday find nice planet to make our homes, it will be grass. Walking barefoot on grass is perfect for too toes." She put her shoues under bed and unwraped her belt with blaster. "It will be intresting when we reach these rebels. If they will be hungry enought, they could accepted our terms." Weapon was put on the nightshaft and Katarina unbotton her uniform. "I hope Sasha will help us with negociation. She didn't agree with me in everything, but maybe after sucess she will be more trusty." Uniform shirt and branches lie on the floor. Katarina smell her skin on the forearm, standing in her blue underwear. "Ugh! I don't want to kill them by my smell. It would be too cruel." She take off her bra and pantiens, letting free her medium but perky breast and small buttom. She grap the towel and went to take shower. She gasp as cold water hit her skin. "Damit, we still didn't fixed water!" Katarina cursed as she washes herself fast moves.
Daltar's eyes are drawn to his subordinate's chest for a brief moment, but he tears them away, not the type to ogle the women under his command. He looks out into space for a few moments, a satisfied smile on his face. Finally, a fleet. But this is only the beginning. He nods. "Very well, Lieutenant, let's go. I'll give you the honour of ordering the jump." As the fleet jumps to hyperspace, Daltar goes to his quarters to answer the call. "I was thinking of a rather standard chip. One that provides a rush of dopamine and sexual pleasure when my orders are followed, and that causes pain when I'm disobeyed. If she tries to escape, or to harm me, I want the chip to simply cause enough pain to debilitate her and render her helpless, but not kill her. As for other additions, is there anything you'd suggest?"
