Star Wars: A Slave's Bounty (closed for Haremfaery)

[TheFarthestWriter]

Gavin Ry-Shard towered over the cowering shiphand. The uniformed man knelt before him, tears and mucus dripping off his face as he cried like a baby.

"Please. I'm just a ship hand. I scrub the halls. I don't know anything. I can't be of any use to you!"

Gavin hated people who snoveled. As per his usual, he donned worn dark brown boots, brown cargo pants, a tan shirt, a tattered brown leather jacket, and brown hair that stood messily atop his head. He was usually not clean shaven, as his work spared him little time for such niceties. In his right hand he held a blaster, and he had another hanging by his hip. He had several straps criss-crossing over his chest, which carried a variety of exciting items the most important of which were three thermal detonators, kept off to the side, marginally hidden under his jacket. His left hand was free, always.

He raised it in the air, his fingers clawed. The sniveling ship hand also rose in the air, his feet hovering a foot above the ground, his hands clutching at his throat.

"You- you're a Jedi?" The shiphand choked out, his veins bulging from his forehead.

Gavin swung his hand to the left, slamming the ship hand agains the wall, but keeping him in the air by his neck.

"Whose left at the bridge?" Gavin asked blandly, ignoring his question. He relaxed his Force hold on the man's throat a bit.

"I think... The captain, the nav, and two- no three - three guards..."

Gavin released the ship hand, letting him crumple to the floor, gasping for air. Gavin stepped over him and proceeded to the locked down bridge door just ahead. From inside his jacket he produced two charges, set them on the sides of the door, and stepped back.

"I'm not a Jedi." Gavin said.

Then, the doors blew. Smoke and fire obscured the entrance, but immediately a flurry of blaster fire screamed through it from the bridge. Gavin simply side stepped with his chest against the wall, and let them fly by. Then, raising his blaster with his right arm, closed his eyes, reached out with the Force and fired five times.

The the blaster fire from inside the bridge stopped. Gavin placed his blaster back in its holster. He looked down at the groveling ship hand, who glared at him wide eyed in disbelief. He got up and scurried away.

Gavin walked through the remaining smoke at the doorway leading to the bridge, and stepped over the bodies of the three guards, then a little ways away the navigator, and finally came to the captain. He searched him, found the information he was looking for on a data chit, and uploaded it via the ships comm channels to the man who had hired him fornthe job.

He punched in some keys on the navigators console and spoke into a comm, "Ry-Shard transmitting data to Faris Group, as requested. You may send the funds to the agreed upon account. Acknowledge."

A pause. Then the comm crackled to life.
"Shit that was fast. Copy Ryshard. Faris will be pleased. You do good work."

Gavin turned and left the bridge, walked back to the hangar, and boarded his ship: The Skylark.

The Skylark was originally a Corellian YT-2400 light freighter. Ordinarily a decent ship by any measure, Gavin had outfitted it with mods to such an extent that it was barely recognizable except to the keenest eye. In addition to the standard mounted laser canons, The Skylark had two torpedo bays and a sized ion cannon. The standard YT-2400 had a double plated hull. The Skylark was triple plated. The standard had had two escape pods. The Skylark had a small shuttle. It's hyperdrive was class 3 instead of class 2. There were a variety of mods that Gavin had made over the years, all of which served him well in his line of work.

But most of all, The Skylark was his home.

He sat down in the pilots seat and got the Skylark clear of the ship he had just boarded and completed his mission on. With a few jabs on his Nav console, he was in hyperspace.

A saved message beeped on his comm channel. New work, most likely. Always was. There wasn't anything else that Gavin did but work. He was one of the most - if not the most -reliable bounty hunter in the galaxy. There wasn't anyone else he knew who had as clean of a record as he did. "Clean", relatively speaking of course.

He played back the message.

"Ryshard I got a job for ya." It was Koto. One of Gavin's job brokers. He had his ear to the streets in almost every system in the rim, and even some deeper into the core of the galaxy. "This is a big one. The Naturi Clan's big boss, Eldin Krass, keeps some pretty slave girls for his, Y'know, R&R. One of em is apparently his right hand gal, know all his secrets, probably gets them while on the mat if you know what I mean, heheh. Anyway, some big power hungry guy is after her. I think he's a corporate type, I dunno. Never heard of him. Clearly though he wants to get in on some big game if he's going after Krass' girl. Some of his underlings were putting the word out and I got wind on Gadriban. Wants her delivered unscathed to the coordinates I've patched through at the end of this message. The reward is big, Ry. Two million. Let me know if you're interested."

To kidnap a higher up of Eldin Krass was no small feat. And the shit that would follow would follow him for years after the job was complete. Eldin Krass was the head of the powerful Naturi Clan, a gang of well organized, well-funded thugs that kept large swaths of the outer rim under tight control. Krass was brutal, and he had aspirations. He had been a problem for Coruscant for over a decade now. His ships picked off any cargo that came through any of his systems, regardless of whether they were diplomats or Jedi. He had enough following that it didn't matter to him if he lost a hundred peons taking down an official ship. What he wanted, he'd get. And these days rumor has it he had his eye on making inroads into the core. They say that if someone crossed Krass, it would only be a matter of time before that someone was caught, tortured, killed, along with every member of his family young or old, and a random city from his home planet - bombarded to rubble.

Two million, though, was a hefty sum, and would cover well the expense that would come with fighting off Krass' people for the next two or three years well after the job would be complete. Whoever wanted his information - whatever information this slave girl had - wanted it badly. And they certainly had the deep pockets to get it.

Now, they also had their man.

Gavin sent a message back to Koto.

"I'm in."

 

[haremfaery]

Turci Parbo finished her dance with a dramatic drop to the floor at the feet of the Naturi Clan's big boss, Eldin Krass. She was on her back with her knees splayed and her feet tucked under her, arms stretched above her head on the floor as her chest rose and fell while she caught her breath. Her creamy skin glowed from her exertion. Keeping her eyes locked on his, she rose gracefully and took her seat next to her master wearing little more than wisp of fabric and a smile.

"Lovely as always, my pet." He gestured to a servant who poured some exquisite, recently acquired, wine. It was a small part of a payment from one of many of the areas that Krass "protected." It was an exceptional wine and Krass liked nothing but the best, the rarest, the finest, the most beautiful.

Turci drank deeply and held out her crystal goblet for more.

Turci was technically a slave and part of the Mob Boss' "harem." But she was so much more than a pretty face and a desirable body to adorn his rooms and warm his bed. Turci was a special slave, although she never thought of herself that way. Like Hetairae from ancient legends, her mind and talents had been cultivated far beyond most dwellers on the rim, even those who could afford to send their children closer to the Core for proper schooling. Girls like her were chosen or stolen or sometimes sold by their own families. They had to show signs that they would mature into beautiful young women and pass a battery of tests before being admitted to the elite training that produced a few courtesans of such high caliber. Trained in the arts, literature and more, when the time was right, the girls were trained in the erotic arts as well. It was an expensive and long-term investment but well worth it when it came time to sell the girls off. Only bosses, warlords, and depots could afford one.

And he had found her to be well worth it. He kept her training a secret. No need for people to know just was a gem of a woman he had. Krass kept her at his side all the time, even during his business dealings looking like nothing more than a pampered pet as she listened and watched. His ulterior motive was to have her listen to what was being said to make sure it was properly translated and to relay to him later what had been said that hadn't been translated. She also sometimes slept with his "guests" to see what information she could glean from them that would be helpful. Nothing like a spiked drink and mind-shattering sex to make a man (or a woman for that matter) tell all. She had even been trained in how to pleasure a few of the alien species. She was his sounding board when he needed to think things thorugh. None but a few in his inner circle knew what a true asset she was.

In exchange, she led a comfortable life, more than comfortable. She ate the best delicacies the Rim and the Core had to offer, drank the most coveted wines and liquors, had access to the best drugs. It was true, she generally wore little clothing, but that was made up for in the opulent jewelry Krass had given her in the few short years in his service.

Turci counted herself lucky. Not lucky for being captured by the slavers and taken from her home world at such a young age, but lucky because the slavers slavers saw potential in the pretty bright human and decided she would be worth the investment. Otherwise, she would probably have ended up in one of the brothels in some city, or worse, as a comfort girl on one of the mining asteroids.

Turci was rather vain about how much Krass had paid for her. Vain that he valued her more than he did the fine art he collected for his "palace." He treated her better than any of his other slaves and better than most of his advisers. In the bedroom, he treated her like a lover, albeit a demanding one. With a temper. And a taste for the darker pleasures of the flesh.

She also counted herself lucky that her master was human. She would have killed herself had a Hut purchased her. The thought of those slugs made her skin crawl.

She helped herself to an imported fig , not one grown in a hydroponic lab and leaned back against her master's legs while he stroked her auburn hair.

 

[TheFarthestWriter]

Gavin had just finished going over his intel on his target: Turci Parbo. She was quite the slave. Having been trained to the extent that she had, she was not some backwater acquisition. She'd likely dislike being referred to as a slave, though that was clearly what she was. It didn't matter. All that mattered was the mission. Someone named with the less-than-savory code name "Splicer" wanted her, and was willing to pay big credit for it. Gavin had to reach out to many of his contacts to get the information he needed. The most important of those being detailed blueprints of Eldin Krass' base of operations.

"Sir, may I suggest that you use a surreptitious approach?" RQ-55, Gavin's strategic droid and co-pilot/shiphand, chimed in as Gavin poured over the blueprints. He ignored the droid. "There are several underground access tunnels that Krass had built for potential escape routs, and they lead out..."

"...to a massive drain three clicks south of the base. Yes. I see it."

"Oh. Yes, very well then. But I anticipate that..."

"...there will be some defenses set up in the tunnels."

"Uh, indeed. It seems you have already appraised the situation."

Gavin slowly turned his head to face his droid, a look of banal displeasure that clearly indicated that Arkyoo should very well have known better.

"Sorrry..." Arkyoo stomped off, out of the cockpit.

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The Skylark put down clear on the other side of the planet. It took about two weeks by landspeeder for Gavin to reach the drain, and that too he sat at a distance, observing it for two full days and nights. No one entered or exited. Gavin spent about half an hour reaching out with the Force to assess the situation inside the tunnels. There were several men, all of them not very alert, as the likely hadn't had an intruder dare enter those tunnels in all the time they had been there. Most certainly, one would need to be insane to go up against Krass, and even more insane to attempt to kidnap his right hand woman. Or, one would simply need to be as good as Gavin.

He slipped down the sand on the steep slide of the mountain he had been observing from, and made his way into the drain tunnel. The sound of drops of water dripping from the top of the circular drain pipe, at least two meters in diameter, could be heard dripping into the dirty water below. Gavin had boots on that protected him from the drain water. He came to a first corner. One man around there. He reached out with the Force and put him to sleep. Then as he walked by him, he snapped his neck with his hands, taking his blaster.

Next man. He Force-pulled his blaster from his hand and began to choke him from a distance so that not a sound could escape his throat. He slumped to the floor face down in the filth.

And so he went, until he reached his researched location. He looked up. Directly above him was the girl's private quarters. From what his contacts in the base had told him, she would enter her room - on the nights she wouldn't be sleeping with Krass - just after sunset for a few hours, before returning to the main hall for night time festivities.

Gavin inspected the part of the drain that he would need to cut through to access her room from below. If he had done his calculations right - and he always did - he would come up under her bed. He sighed for a moment.

His comm buzzed to life, "You know, Sir, if you had a light saber you could-"

Back in the Skylark Arkyoo heard the brief, loud burst of static associated with Gavin quickly turning his comm off. Arkyoo mumbled, "I knew I shouldn't have said anything about it... "

Gavin threw three charges up in the shape of a triangle in the roof of the drain and stood back. They all three burned bright white, and a triangular chunk of the roof of the drain, along with a large piece of the floor of Turci's room, fell towards the floor. Gavin shot his arm out towards it with his hand out-stretched, and used the Force to lower it slowly to the ground so that it would not make a loud sound. Then he moved forward and Force jumped up into the hole, pulling himself up and under Turci's bed.

And just in time, for he heard her coming in a few moments later.

He heard her pad about the room. Do something with a set of drawers. He saw what would barely pass as an item of clothing drop to the floor, and then felt her plop onto the bed. After having read her history, he wasn't about to try a mind trick on her. She seemed, from her profile, to be the kind that wouldn't suffer such a manipulation. No. This one would require chemical sedation. Gavin waited until he sensed she was asleep - or at least until he thought she was. Slowly, he slid out from under her bed, stood up and saw the petite form of a naked woman lying on her bed...

...staring right at him.

 

[haremfaery]

Turci's eyes narrowed as she assessed the man standing before her.

Bounty hunter? No, she wasn't wanted for anything and if she were, she couldn't imagine the payout would be with the risk. Assassin? Any assassin who was worth the price would know that Krass never came to her rooms and again, why assassinate her? Thief? Never. There was plenty in the compound to tempt a thief, but none of it was in her rooms except for her personal jewelry and that was a pittance compared to Krass' hoard. Rapist? Hardly. This was far too much trouble to go through for a rape, unless someone was trying to send a message to Krass. Look, I can break into your compound and rape your woman and get away with it. But he never would get away even if he did rape her. And considering what she had put up with from some of Krass' friends, she doubted it would be much of a rape at all with this guy. Plus, the man didn't look like a rapist. He was actually looking at her face and not her body.

She pouted a little. She worked very hard to maintain this body. A little appreciation would be nice. She arched her back a bit and ran the sole of her foot up and down her calf to give him a chance to look her over.

Maybe he had slipped into her room to hide for some reason and hadn't expected her to return so soon. If that were the case, the man was an idiot. And he really didn't look like an idiot. He looked pretty intelligent, in fact. And in control of himself. And rather handsome, she had to admit.

Her mind flitted to all the possible reasons he would be in her room. It just made no sense to her ... unless he wanted her?

"Eldin will kill you, you know. He doesn't like uninvited guests showing up. And he certainly doesn't like them showing up in my bedroom." She stretched like a cat, slowly and sensually, letting her arms go under her pillows to feel for the remote alarm. It was there in case she was "entertaining" one of Krass' "friends" and he got out of line. She wrapped her fingers around the device.

One push of the button and Krass' guards would be all over her room. Since they knew she wasn't entertaining anyone, they'd shoot first and ask questions later. Pity. This was more excitement than she'd had in some time but she couldn't afford to stretch things out. He had to be dealt with and swiftly. What if he had brought some friends with him? She still couldn't figure out how he had gotten into the compound, let alone her bedroom, but Krauss' security could figure that out after the fact.

 

[TheFarthestWriter]

The girl - Turci - seemed to attempt some kind of maneuver, perhaps designed to entice him. Gavin, however, was unfazed. As she stretched her arms under her pillow, he felt a ripple through the Force. Several men had suddenly gone into a state of alert.

"I'll be gone before Krass can do anything about it." Gavin grabbed his blaster from its holster on his right hip, and raised it up to his right, without removing his gaze from Turci's face, towards the door. "Though it would've been easier if you hadn't alerted those men to my presence."

The door burst open and the first two men were met by two blaster bolts that Gavin let fly without looking, both of them hitting them squarely in the chest. He then leaped forward onto Turci's bed, his dirty boot coming down right in front of her as he then took a second jump, flipping in the air and dodging three shots from the next two men that took their aim using the door as their cover. He landed on the other side of the bed and ducked, then, using his free left hand, Force pushed a large cabinet that stood by the doorway over, knocking it onto the two, and temporarily blocking the three that remained. Then, he did the same with Turci's bed, pushing it hard against the wall, revealing the triangular hole beneath. Gavin shot off three more in the direction of the door and the cabinet, which Krass' security forces, of which more had now arrived, where moving out of the way. He leapt onto the bed, swept up the small frame of Turci Purbo over his shoulder and jumped down the hole, using the Force to slow his fall.

"Scream and I'll beat you until you're blue. Don't think your pretty face or your nice skin is going to stop me. My client wants you alive. He didn't say anything about being un-injured."

Gavin patched through on his comm to Arkyoo. "Ark, I need you at the mouth of the drain. Now."

"Sir, I detect several men approaching from your rear, may I suggest-"

"Now."

"Yes, Sir."

Gavin had put at least several meters between himself and the hole, and had just turned the corner when he heard the first of what would undoubtedly be many men dropping through that hole into the drain water below. He could hear echoes of their voices shouting. He paused, turned around, holstered his blaster and unclipped a thermal detonator from his bandolier - and tossed it down the corridor he had just come by. The men's voices rose, Gavin carried his catch in the opposite direction, and then the explosion tore through the drain corridor, scorching the first few of Krass' forces behind him.

He had several more corridors with their respective turns to make before he'd find his way back to the entrance. Hopefully by then the Skylark would be waiting for him. Turci wriggled on his shoulder, and Gavin repositioned her roughly. "Don't make it harder for me, otherwise I'll make sure you regret it."

Gavin wasn't going to give up this job, nor was he going to compromise his reputation. He always delivered. Always.

 

[haremfaery]

Everything happened so quickly, Turci barely had time to gasp let alone scream. She did, however, grab his belt at the small of his back when he tossed her over his shoulder to keep from bouncing around.

Who in Hell was this shabhead anyway? Using the Force the way he did, he was no ordinary bounty Hunter.

His threats chilled her to the bone but she wasn't one to go down without a fight. Threats be damned. He could beat her if he wanted. Then he'd really find out what happened to anyone who touched Krass' girl. And she'd love every sadistic minute of it.

"Let me go, you karking Jedi-wannabe." She felt around on his belt trying to find a weapon she could use. "When Krass gets you, I'll have your balls for earrings." She spat and continued cursing at him in Huttese, pirates' cant, Mandalorian, and every other language she knew and a few she didn't. One learned terabytes of insults living with a mob boss.

If she could only find something to beat him with, slow him down so Krass' men could catch up to them. She'd worry about all the bruises she was getting later. They would make a great excuse for a month of pampering and a cargo hold of jewelry. That thought bouyed her up ash she continued to grope his belt and pockets looking for something to beat him with.

 

[TheFarthestWriter]

"I'm not a Jedi," Gavin said gruffly as he turned a corner. Dodging a few blaster shots as they whizzed by his ear. Seems like a few of Krass' men had gotten through the rubble his thermal detonator must have left. There was about a hundred meter dash to the end of the tunnel, and once those foot soldiers turned this last corner that Gavin had just done, they'd have a clear line of sight on him. At his current speed, by the time he hit just shy of the fifty meter mark, they'd have him in their sights.

Gavin had traversed around fifteen meters when he felt the girl reach into his back pocket, and then his side pocket. Fortunately, he had done his research, and he knew he wouldn't be kidnapping a helpless fairy. He had made sure to empty his pockets and anything else his captive might have been able to reach if he had to get her on his shoulder and run - as he was doing now.

Her movements, though annoying, gave him an idea. He was at twenty feet now. From the footsteps that were getting louder, Gavin sensed there were three men. Twenty three meters. Gavin turned around, his back to the entrance which was well over 70 meters away, and swung Turci off his shoulder, bringing his arm around her neck, locking her into place with her back against his chest, and his blaster pulled up against her head.

"One move. You're done." He growled.

Gavin called out, "Arkyoo. Are you at the drain entrance?"

The soldiers' foots steps were getting closer. They'd turn the corner in less than thirty seconds.

Gavin's comm buzzed to life, "Yes, Sir, I'm-"

"Good, now shut up."

Gavin's breath chest was heaving. Carrying the girl and running was a task. He reached out with the Force and two fist-size rocks rose from the water.

"Damn it, just two?! Shit." The rocks dipped down as if Gavin's hold on them diminished as he let out his expletive, but Gavin quickly regained focus, and the rocks began hurtling down the drain corridor to the end, where the men would be turning...

The three popped around the corner, and as all three of them raised their blasters towards Gavin and his hostage, the two rocks slammed into he foreheads of the two guards on either side of the one in the middle, and they dropped - like rocks - into the filthy water.

The third remained, and he kept his blaster trained on Gavin. But clearly he had seen the hostage situation - and he knew full well that no harm should come to Krass' most prized slave and confidant - and so he didn't pull the trigger.

Gavin started walking back, "Walk back with me," he stated calmly, his eyes fixed on his target, who slowly took one in front of the other. "This is going to take forever," Gavin mumbled. He stopped walking.

The man stopped, hesitated, and then slowly continued. As he came closer, Gavin reached out with the Force, and spoke. "I'm tired of being here... I think I'll go back now."

The man looked at Gavin. Slowly a subtle furrowing of the brow appeared over his eyes, evidence of some confusion. He lowered his weapon.

"I'm tired. I think I'll go back now." He said, and then turned around, and began walking back.

Gavin spoke again, "Hell, I'm sick of this job. If I meet any of my buddies on the way back, I'll show them a thing or two."

"Hell, I'm sick of this job. If I meet any of my buddies on the way back, I'll show them a thing or two."

Gavin swung Turci back up onto this shoulder and jogged all the way back to the entrance of the drain pipe. The Skylark whooped into vision as he stepped out, the landing ramp open. Gavin Force-jumped up onto it, and walked into his ship - his home - the ramp closing behind him.

He dropped Turci to her feet in the cargo hold, grabbed a blanket off a shelf and threw it at her. "Here. We'll find some clothes for you once we get out of atmosphere and in hyperspace. Right now I have to go deal with whatever your Master is going to be sending me." Gavin prodded her with his blaster into a corner of his cargo bay and pressed a few buttons on a panel on the wall next to the door that lead to the rest of the ship. Two blue shields popped up, creating a field that functioned like a brig, keeping her stuck in the corner of the cargo bay.

He paused and looked at her for a moment before he stepped out of the cargo hold, shook his head and then went off.

For the next ten minutes the Skylark jerked and swooped, burst forward and in wide arcs up and over, dodging, attacking, doing everything in its power to avoid getting pulverized by the small fleet of fighters Krass had unleashed from his base. The Skylark dropped the last of the fighters into the sand below, and shot up into space. Within minutes of breaching the atmosphere, it jumped to hyperspace.

The cargo hold's door whooshed open. Gavin stepped in, let down the fields, and motioned with his two fingers for Turci to get up. "Follow me."

He lead her down a hall way to a door on the right. He punched a couple of buttons on the panel and the door opened, revealing a small room with a bed, a dresser and another small door inside that lead to the bathroom. Otherwise, it was pretty bare. "There are some clothes in the dresser. You'll stay here until we've reached our destination. I'll have Arkyoo bring you some food in a bit. The door will be locked from the outside." Gavin went to push the panel to close the door behind him.

 

[haremfaery]

He may not be a Jedi, but he wielded force like one. Turci had never seen its use up close. She had to admit, it was impressive, even if it meant that a lot of Krass' men had died. She had seen Krass do some pretty bloodthirsty things in her presence, but never with such an icy demeanor. The guards may as well have been bugs crushed underfoot for all the feeling this bounty hunter showed.

It irritated her that he barely looked at her body when he snatched her away. Hell, he barely looked at her when he handed her the blanket. Turci was rather vain about her looks. She worked hard to maintain body. Even non-humanoids admitted she was aesthetically pleasing. Maybe this guy just didn't like women. That would be her luck. She wouldn't be able to distract him to try and get a message out. She would have to think of something else if that were the case.

The deck was cold and rough on her bare feet. She was used to the plush carpeting of Krass' palace. Bruises were already showing from her thighs to her torso from being bounced around on the bounty hunter's shoulder. Damn him.

Turci stepped into her cabin/cell but stood near the door to face the bounty hunter. She looked him in the eye. "Miss Pardo," she said lowering her voice to mimic her terse tones. "I'm so sorry for any discomfort you may have experienced in the course of your abduction."

She switched to her own mellifluous voice, "Thank you for caring. But please, call me Turci. What's you name? I can think of quite a few things to call you, but I doubt you'd like any of them. And are you really going to make me stay in here alone for the whole trip? I really hate to eat alone. How long before we get to where we're going anyway? I can think of some ways to wile away the time..." She let the blanket slip off her shoulders and made no effort to stop it on its way to the floor.

 

[TheFarthestWriter]

Gavin sighed on the inside. Of course. He'd have to deal with his cargo because, well, it talked. He stood before Turci, his gaze blandly locked with hers as she indirectly expressed her self, and ultimately let her blanket slip onto the floor. He didn't bother stopping himself now from appreciating her body. It was certainly beautiful, he could see that. As for her bruises, he didn't care much; she was certainly in good enough spirits to make a little quip here, so clearly it wasn't too big of a problem for her. But if it would make '"the cargo" quiet, he'd say what needed to be said.

"Sorry about the bruises. Name's Gavin. I don't really care what you call me. It's going to take three days to get to where we're going, and if you want to spend all of your time naked in your room that's fine by me. To each her own." Gavin kept his gaze upon Turci's eyes as he reached his arm out to the side and tapped the button, shutting the door between them. He was about to walk off when he remembered her comment about dinner. He stood and thought about it for a moment. Perhaps it would go a little ways to keep her quiet. They had three days to be here after all. She didn't strike Gavin as the kind to sit quiet and not make a fuss. It may well be that a small investment of time once a day might help placate the thing.

He stepped back and opened the door. "I'll be back in half an hour with dinner. If you're dressed, I'll eat meals with with you. If you're not, you'll eat your meals on your own for the three days." Without waiting for a response, Gavin shut the door and left.

He made his way to the cockpit, climbing the few steps that lead up into it. Arkyoo was sitting in the co-pilot seat.

"Greetings Sir," he chirped.

"Yeah." Gavin grumbled. He was tired, and the joyous tone in Arkyoo's voice output was annoying.

"Is the cargo intact?"

"Yes. Quite."

"Hm, I sense something different there about you. Your addition of the word quite indicates some other kind of observation. Annoyance at her perhaps, or, an admittance of attraction?"

Gavin screwed his face up and turned to look at his droid. Then, he smacked him on the back of his head.

"That wasn't necessary."

"Yes it was absolutely necessary you dim jangle of wires," Gavin pointed a finger at the droid, threatening. "Don't get any ideas. She's worth a lot more to me than a fling. And that too, a fling that would put me in a very... compromised position."

"Well that depends on the position-"

"ARKYOO. Shut it."

"Sir."

Gavin got up and left the cockpit. "Put the delivery coordinates in," he yelled out to his co-pilot as he walked away.

"Done Sir, it'll take five days."

Gavin swung around, sputtering, "Five days!?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Shit. Fine." Five God damned days. Where the hell were these delivery coordinates taking them?

As if Arkyoo read his mind (really, he just knew his master well), he spoke up, "The coordinates are on the edge of uncharted space, on the other side of the outer rim from where we are. Basically we're traveling the length of the galaxy. We'll need to stop for fuel twice on the way."

A five-day hyperspace travel with pit stops for fuel. Fantastic.

Gavin didn't respond, but just made his way to the small cantine in the back of the Skylark to get their dinner ready.

"What wil you do now?" Arkyoo called out from the cockpit as Gavin walked further back.

"Getting dinner."

"For two?"

Gavin Force pushed backwards, knocking Arkyoo's head forward.

"Ow. That's not fair."

His voice was distant now, like a buzz in the distance. Cheeky droid.

Gavin got the meals and made his way back to Turci's room. He tapped open the door.

 

[haremfaery]

Turci went through the drawers in the chest picking at the clothes she found with distaste. Didn't Gavin ever have women on board? They looked liked old clothes Gavin hadn't bothered getting rid of. She sighed and went over the room looking inside, over, and under everything looking for something to use as a weapon. She found nothing, of course. She was foolish to hope there would be something she could use against him and it was clear to her that if she did find something, Gavin could and would disarm her in a second and not care if he hurt her in the process.

She also wondered why he hadn't used any of his powers on her. It would have made his job a lot easier if he just convinced her to come quietly. Did using the Force that way damage the person it was used on? She shrugged. She didn't know much about the Force. She had to think of something else. Her wits and her body were her only weapons, and he didn't seem all that interested in her body. She had three days to figure something out.

She went into the necessary and used it. She was happy to see it was equipped with a sonic shower. It wasn't relaxing like a real water shower, or even better, a bath, but at least she wouldn't stink. Even is she couldn't seduce him, she at least had to be pleasant to be around.

She went back to the clothes and found a pair of khakis. They were a little big for her and sat low on her hips, she rolled the legs up so she wouldn't trip on them. No bras and only men's underwear--no way she was wearing those. She found a faded blue tee-shirt that was too big in the shoulders and too tight across her breasts. She found some soft slipper-like shoes that were too big and scuffed around the room feeling bored.

She should probably feel nervous and frightened about where she was going, about who had hired the bounty hunter to snatch her and what they wanted her for exactly. The more she thought about it, the more anxious she became. Three days of waiting would kill her. Maybe Gavin would let the little droid keep her company, if she couldn't convince him to ... that thought led to a new tactic she could try. She stretched out on the bed.

"Ship, has 30 minutes passed since I entered this room?"

Silence.

Great. She couldn't even get the time from the damned ship. She huffed out a sigh. Nothing to do but wait for Gavin to arrive with dinner.