Daltar follows her along closely, heading into the room with her and allowing her to make the first move.
The duchess leads Daltar into one of the rooms, far from the main ballroom. As they enter, she closes the door behind. "What did you wanted to discuss away from Queen's ears?" She asked, turning to face the man.
"It went bad. But I like her. Unlike you guys, she isn't scared of the Hutts." Sarah sighed. Waiting to get the location.
"That only means that she's suicidal." Panza commented with a snort. It took about an hour before Panza returned the call. "They disappeared somewhere in a valley - I can't pinpoint the location. The valley is large and most of it is covered from the sky by sharp cliffs, making most of the terrain invisible to us..."
"As I recall, you were going to give me some advice about who I should ally with." He approaches. "Though something else comes to mind. The queen said something to me earlier, gave me an order, in fact."
"Hah. Fine, guess we'll have to check it out." Sarah sighed once more, "In the meantime, look for another gang for us to raid."
"Hm, that depends on what you are aiming at, admiral. I am sure I can help you with the choice." She smiled, nodding confidently. She then looked at him questioningly. "Oh? And what the Queen... ordered?" She asked, putting one of her hands under her bust, and leaning her chin against the palm of the other.
"Another gang? I mean- Heee." He sighted, as hi protest died down in his throat. "Sure. How do I find them? By the advertisement?" He asked sarcastically.
"I'm sure the rebels on board know a few, ask them." Sarah grumbled, as each and everyone one of her men seemed useless.
Daltar leans against the wall, observing the duchess. "Her orders were to 'teach you your place, and make you fear the new empire', if I recall correctly." He yawns, not approaching her.
It takes some time, but finally Panza returns call. "Heh, boss, now that I asked, I'm not sure who you will choose. The rebels told me about slavers, smugglers, raiders and even pimp gang... no, wait, it's a pimp guild." He paused. "Raiders would be the safest bet - nobody likes them."
'Good,' Orson nodded, 'Thank you, TU-4106. That would be all, you can return to your normal duties.' He quickly fixed his clothes and appearance in the bathroom and then went to the bridge. 'I apologise for the delay, our "guest" is more rowdy than I had anticipated,' Orson told his XO, 'Have we been hailed?'
"Oh?" The woman narrowed her eyes and crossed arms under her bust. "Is that so?" She asked, her tone considerably colder. "and will you?"
"Would I be standing here having a civil conversation with you if I planned to torture you?" Daltar shrugs. "It seems like a waste. You strike me as being a strong willed woman. Most torture techniques against you would leave you hating both the queen and I, rather than fearing us. There are things I could do to break you properly, but they would shatter your mind utterly and leave you completely useless to anyone. Like I said, a waste of such a lovely young woman."
"Good, we'll raid the raiders first. They should have some ships, or speeders we can use." Sarah replied, "Start scouting them out, we'll discuss how we attack once I get back."
"Very well, don't take too long" He ends The Call and looks at Rook. "I don't give a Damn what this filthy Sith would have done. I even heard he abandoned You and many others as The Republic Won. Is that the kind of Leader You want?"
The trooper stood attention as the Captain left. As he entered the bridge, it was filled with activity. At his comment, his second raised an eyebrow. "Not yet Captain. There seems to be battle going on above the planet. Two fleets are fighting." He paused. "Will the guest be a problem, Captain?" He asked.
The woman stood silent for a moment. "I don't know if I should be offended or pleased with such a comment." The duchess said, not really moving from a place, then continued. "So, you decided to disregard the Queen's order. She might consider this a treason, you know."
