Orson grimaced a little, not wanting to imagine any 'sessions' Mohns had with her. He nodded to the officer, 'Good, that should do.' He took the uniform and removed the rank insignia, before presenting it to Deena, 'Here, put this on, then we will get you to your own room and a meal.' 'She can have my room as I move in here,' Orson said to the officer, 'Have someone bring a meal for her there.'
The woman that seemed to be in command looked Sarah over. Then she turned to look at the pod. "This is an imperial pod." She stated.
The Queen nodded. "That is nooable. But even if the marriage would fail, would you be annendable to sign threaties between our people?" She asked as she stepped closer to Twi'lek.
After taking a cold shower, Kataraina left the cabin, only to see Sasha sitting in her room, waiting for her. "Hey Captain." She said hasitating, she bit her lip.
"Y-yeah... I was owned by an imperial admiral named Sander Corvus." Sarah replied, wrapping her arms around herself as she feigned to shudder in fear. "I barely managed to escape when they jumped into hyperspace."
Katarina wraped towel around herself, covering her modest parts, and split arms across her chest. "Yes? I don't know how it is in your home, but where I come there is tradition knocking to door, before entering someone room." She heavy sigh, not sure if she should be angry or just kick Sasha out. "But I guess you didn't come here if it is not something important, right? So tell me, what is on your mind." Katarina walk to wardroop, to find something to put on herself.
The fleet jumped into hyperspace - it was obvious, his new 1st officer had the experience. Women in the imperial army had it harder, so they needed to be skilled if they wanted to go anywhere. "Well, there are couple of possibilities. We can make her need to eat some substance every day, or have her suffer dehydration, pump her organism with poison, and make it so only we are able to provide the antidote." She paused. "I could pump her organism with drugs that could give different effects... also, if we have much time, I could try my hand in brainwashing - but I can't guarantee the subject's sanity after I am done with her. It's quite a new field in my hands, quite time and resource taking. Also dangerous." The woman kept talking with increasing enthusiasm. "Also, if you are seeking some result, I might be able to achieve it - depending on what you want. I do like a challenge."
Deena quickly put trousers, suit and boots on, leaving the underwear on the bed. Then she stood motionless, awaiting further orders. "Yes sir!" The man saluted. "When do you want to have your things moved, sir?" he asked.
"Escape?" Woman sneered. "You are telling me you escaped? Don't make me laugh. Those clothes, lack of branding or tattoo, no leash or collar. You are an imperial collaborator. One of those whore who find powerful imperial and get into his pants. He probably got bored of you and left you here."
Sashsa hesitated for a moment. "Listen, I know we had our differences, but I want to thank you for deciding to help the alliance." She got up and stepped forward. "I know you don't have to do that - not really, considering you still have friends in the imperial faction. Thus, I am really grateful for your decision and-" She leaned forward and captured Katarina's lips, and a chaste kiss, then quickly backed of. "If you are interested, I can show you how grateful I am." She said, her eyes moving to the side, her cheeks gathering some pink.
"What!? No, I swear I'm not. He just bought me recently, and before he could brand me, they received news of the emperor's death. A-as for me collar, he said he had something special in store, but I didn't wait around to find out!" Sarah replied with tears in her eyes.
Orson looked at the underwear a moment, then at Deena, 'Well, if you do not want to wear that... I cannot make you.' He chuckled, 'That should do for now.' He looked to the officer, 'Leave it for now. I do not have that many personal items, I can bring them over myself with time.' The Commander led Deena and the officer to his quarters, far smaller and modest than the captain's. He opened it and let them come in, before he turned around, 'Alright, this will be yours for the time being, Deena. You will not be allowed to leave without my permission, but there should be everything here. A bath, a bed, some entertainment. Feel free to use any of it. I have a few books here if you like to read.' He looked to the officer, 'Arrange her meal and then go back to your duty. And lock the door when you leave, I do not want her wandering around.' 'I will be checking on you in time, Deena,' Orson said, 'Until then, relax a little. You are as stiff as a board, always on edge waiting for this and that master's commands.' With that, Orson left his quarters and returned to the bridge.
That was catch her by suprise. She put fingers on her mouth, where moment ago was Sasha lips. Her wet hair driping on her shoulder, making her silver. "Look, I... I'm honored that you thinking in that way, but I don't want to push you on because of graditute." She sit on the bed. "Listen, if you want to do it only because I decided to support rebels by wares, better don't do it. I don't want you to think about yourself as whore who do everything for cause. " She take deep breath. "Look in your hearth, if you realy want to do it for yourself, not for rebels."
The admiral gives a short, genial chuckle. "For now, the chip will do. Brainwashing is interesting, but I'd rather we test it on a more...pedestrian subject. I'll have one of the prisoners sent to you, and you have my permission to experiment on them in whichever way you please. Just make sure that 'her majesty' doesn't see, in case we decide to perform the procedure on her in the future. Well done, Dr Finos." Daltar signs off, and after giving orders for a pirate to be brought up to Natasi, decides to take a nap during the hyperspace jump.
"Save it. Take her to the brig." The rebel ordered and immediately, two men grabbed Sarah under their arms, and started dragging her away.
"N-no, wait!" Sarah protested as they dragged her away. Though for now she plays along, but she takes note of how well equipped they were. Taking note of everything they pass as they headed to the brig.
Deena obediently followed orders, acknowledging them without any fuss. As he left the blond in his cabin, he heard someone calling him. "Captain!" One of Orson's officers quickly ran up to him. "We have picked up a distress signal! It's of imperial origin!"
'A distress signal?' Orson looked to the officer and they both hurried to the bridge, 'A rebel attack? Or a trap? But we are obliged to answer any distress. All hands to battle stations, I do not want to be caught with our pants down. Make ready to jump to the signal's coordinates immediately.'
Sasha bit her lip, hesitating for a moment, then she stepped forward. She leaned and kissed Katarina again. As their lips were locked, she removed Captain's towel, leaving her naked. She pushed Katarina making her fall on the bed, then kneeled over her, sniper lips again capturing hers. She smelled of oil and sweat, her cloths were grinding against Captain's naked skin.
Katarina kissed Sasha back, letting her lead in the bed. Her wet skin, with cool drops of water, as she touching sniper face. "Don't tell me, that you prefer stay dressed? It isn't fair in bed, don't you think?" Katarina whisper as she breathes harder, her breast pressing against Sasha jacket.
