The Zansilbar.

[thewhiteone]

Her skin flushed with embarrassment, though it was only noticeable on her white skin. To non-togruta, their red skin was red, they were not able to detect the very subtle change in color.

Pointing, she indicated one, "That one's one minute by speeder from my main safe house. It's also 10 minutes from my residence and 25 from the bar I met Tina in."

"You could have at least told me what you were doing before lift off instead of letting me make an ass of myself," she said grumpily, even though a part of her was pleased that he could crack a joke... and knew damn well she'd get him back for it.

 

[Kallik]

He shrugged his shoulders lightly.

"Where would the fun be in telling you what I was planning? Its more fun to see how someone will react and you sure passed with flying colors...in more ways then one."

Able to detect major emotional swings in close quarters he felt her embarrassment, but he said nothing more on the subject leaving her to her own mind to decipher it. He tapped a few buttons and in a minute or two they were descending toward the indicated docking platform.

He sat there with his arms folded over his chest, his body seemed relaxed for the moment.

 

[thewhiteone]

Anishima watched him as he punched in the various buttons, watching what was pushed in what order and trying to remember it. Once he folded his arms to his chest, she turned her gaze to the panels before her, and began studying them. She recognized a fair amount from her dropship, though the layout was far different, and there were many more buttons and switches. Thank the Goddess they were labeled!

She had the feeling he was going to be doing a lot more of his little tests. Each one however, also revealed a little about himself.

"By the way, are you going to tell me your name, or do I have to call you Mr. Blue?" she asked as she continued analyzing the panels.

 

[Kallik]

He laughed and shook his head.

"Most people aboard this ship call me Master or Captain. But I like the sound of Mr. Blue." He looked over at her arms still crossed.

"Respect this ship. Everything about her. Or you'll regret it. Trust me. I swear it has a mind of its own sometimes, just a word of caution."

Suddenly a face appeared on the H.U.D.

"This is docking station 64b. Identify yourself!"

Kallik replied.

"Zansilbar requesting landing coordinates and clearance."

The man answered.

"Ah Zansilbar, you just recently left forget something?"

Kallik nodded.

"Yes, I think I might of forgot a slave or four someone down there. Need to go fetch 'um."

The man nodded.

"Alright, Dock 6. Uploading coordinates and clearance key, your set. Good luck!"

Kallik nodded once and closed the channel and started inputing the uploaded coordinates and clearance key and set the ship on autopilot.

 

[dangerousflirt]

Name: Sienn'talik
Sex: Female
Age : 18
Race : Twilek; fair-green skinned.
Hair : N/A?
Height : 5'10
Weight : 90 lbs

Like most Twi'leks, Sienn is quite beautiful and sought after as a slave/dancer due to her race's flexibility. She is also quite intelligent and cunning but is non-violent and, as a result, has been taken captive on-board the freighter.

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"God, I need to get off of this rock," thought Sienn as she rotated her hips on the stage. It had been a long day for the Twi'lek; a day filled with loud and abusive patrons, which, sadly, was more than usual for her.

As a dancer, however, Sienn was quite aware of the risks she undertook in her profession, especially at the seedy cantina she worked at. Of course, Sienn did more than just dance. As expected as a Twi'lek, she was quite the whore and, as such, made a fair bit of space cash from performing these "deeds" at such a travelled docking station.

Bounty hunters, sith lords and even the occasional Jedi had had their shot at her and she didn't mind one bit (with the proper cash, of course).

 

[thewhiteone]

"Mr. Blue it is," she gave him a crooked smirk.

"Respect this ship. Everything about her. Or you'll regret it. Trust me. I swear it has a mind of its own sometimes, just a word of caution."

"Of course she does, what vehicle or ship doesn't, especially when she's loved? They've all got their quirks and personalities, the loved ones just let it show even more."

She gave a soft amused snort, her gaze growing distant as she recalled a memory, "It ain't all buttons and charts, little Kuska. You know what the first rule of flyin' is? Love. You can learn all the math in the 'verse, but you take a boat in the air that you don't love, she'll shake you off just as sure as the turning of worlds. And love keeps her in the air when she oughta fall down…tells ya she's hurtin' 'fore she keens…makes her a home." ((OOC: shamelessly taken and barely altered from Serenity))

 

[Kallik]

The ship lands on the dock and the docking procedures are under way, the ship is linked to a fuel line and a ramp is run out to the hatch.

((love the serenity quote))

He looks over at her again eyes roaming up and down her body before settling on her face.

"Here we are. So, you gonna run around looking like that? Or going to go get some more covering clothing?" he snickers.

 

[thewhiteone]

He's definitely interested, she thought to herself.

"Well, unlike most people, I just happen to have more than one outfit to wear," she gave him a pretend smug expression, carrying on in a faux smug tone, "In fact I think I have more than three...just not on me. They're in these things called 'closets' and 'drawers', which are in these mystical places called 'houses'."

Take that Mr. Snarkypants.

"So in answer to your question, I intend to change at my safe house, then burn these rags," indicating the expensive harem outfit she was wearing.

 

[Kallik]

He raises an eyebrow.

"Closets?" "Drawers?"

He blinked feigning ignorance.

"Only...um Closets I know of...well I call them "Lockers" Or "Footlockers" and the only Drawers are the ones you wear under your clothing. Or do you not wear those?"

He smirks a bit.

"Burn that? Well...that is your choice I suppose. But who knows it may come in handy one day."

His eyes took a quick glance of her body again and then turned and he lowered the hatchway door to the bridge that was extended.

 

[thewhiteone]

"Barbarian," she muttered with a chuckle at his quip about closets and drawers, "We call those 'panties' for women, which guess what? Is all I'm wearing down there right now."

Shaking her head, "I've got plenty of sexy outfits, if I want one like this, I'll buy one. This one is a symbol of slavery to me. It burns."

She rose, and followed him off the ship. He had the ship and the money, plus it would look odd for a girl in a harem dress leading him out. Now she just had to wait for him to get them a cab.

 

[Kallik]

He stepped off the ship and then pressed a button on his wrist and the hatch closed.

"I'll get you a cab, I should probably visit the tavern here and look around a bit. Tell me about this woman who attacked you maybe I can find some leads." He walked toward the street and hailed down a cab while he knew she wasn't far behind him.

The cab slowed to a halt and the hatch door opened, he reached into his jumpsuit and pulled out a 500 credit chip and tossed it toward the driver.

"Take her anywhere she wants to go."

The cab driver nodded. He waited for her response.

 

[thewhiteone]

As they walked she gave him a description: Human woman, about her height, blue eyes (assuming they weren't contacts), short blond hair (assuming it wasn't dyed or been dyed since), well muscled for a human woman, was bi or lesbian, claiming to be a merc from the DaGurls merc unit, her accent (assuming she wasn't one of those who could switch accents as easily as clothes) placed her from Mason's World. She also described the outfit she had wore, as well as all the little quirks she had noticed.

"Just remember, I take her down, and I play with her afterwords. By the way, you got a com on you?"

When he said yes, she asked to see it, then entered the com number for her safe house.

"Call me in about 10 OK?" she kissed him on the cheek then slid into the cab, giving the driver directions.

She had felt that feeling again when she kissed him.

 

[Kallik]

He nodded a bit when he received her com number and then watched her go in the cab after she kissed his cheek. He blinked once and then walked away from the street toward the local tavern.

"Hmm" he said softly as he made his way toward the door. It was dark. He opened the door and stepped inside once again dark, loud, and musky. He walked inside and began to scan the scene. His eyes fell upon a dancing Twi'lek not uncommon sight at all. She was pleasing on the eyes and he watched her gyrate for a bit and then focused on his task at hand. He walked toward the bar and began to ask questions about the female. The bar tender had indeed saw her but gave no real indication of where she might of went but he pointed him toward someone who might know. An elusive Rodian.

Kallik looked toward the direction he was pointed in and spotted the over grown cock roach of a man. He walked slowly toward him and watched him edge toward an area that was tough to see him.

"Perfect" Kallik thought to himself.

 

[dangerousflirt]

Sienn immediately noticed the man that had just walked into the cantina. From the looks of it, he was a fighter, probably a captain of a ship. He looked rugged and sexy and exactly what Sienn looked for in a potential client.

As the music stopped, Sienn took her usual ten minute break and hopped off the stage, walking seductively over to him as he talked to the other man.

"Can I get you a drink, sweet?" she asked in a sultry tone. 'Blue would look really good on me,' she slyly thought to herself.

 

[Kallik]

He looked over at the Twi'lek a moment and shook his head.

"Something strong." Is all he said for the moment. Kallik was quick and moved very fast and he had the other man pushed up against the wall. A loud click was heard and there was a blade held at the man's throat.

"Where is this woman I asked you about?" He asked the man in a calm tone.

"I..I ...I don't know!" The man stammered.

"Oh please. You do so. I can see it in your eyes. If you don't want your blood to coat this floor. Tell me!" There was an audible rise in anger in his voice. He shook the man violently.

"o..o..Gah..Okay! Shes over in the Sky Tower Apartments. I don't know what room, I swear!" The man hastily said.

Kallik nodded and the blade slide back into the device on his wrist. He half threw the man into the wall.

"No I suppose you don't know what room." Kallik said to himself mostly. He turned and eyed the Green skinned Twi'lek up and down.

 

[dangerousflirt]

Grinning, Sienn walked over to the bartender on the other side of the room.

"Give me some of that Abrax you've been saving for me," she told the barkeep as he grabbed a large bottle, pouring the spicey liquid into an old glass.

Returning to the client, she immediately noticed him eyeing her. 'God, this'll be easier than I expected' she realized as she set his drink on the table. "My, oh my!" she said to him as he held the strange-looking patron by the throat. Vienn immediately recognized him as Marv, a strange man who hadn't the courage to even talk to Vienn for more than a minute at a time.

"That man there is harmless, put away your blade!" she said with a flirtatious giggle.

 

[Kallik]

kallik eyed the Twi'lek critically staring at her, as if silently appraising her. He spoke calmly as he sat down.

"He had information I required, I got what I needed. He didn't need to die." He said simply. He still looked at her.

 

[dangerousflirt]

The strange man's staring made Sienn shudder but she shrugged it off.

Sitting on his lap, she trailed a long finger down his chest. "Information, huh?" she said in a sexy voice. "What are you trying to search for in a place like this?"

 

[Kallik]

As she sits on his lap she immediately notices his posture is rigid and stiff like a military man.

He sighs softly and looks at her hand as it runs up and down his jumpsuit covered chest..

"A woman, who needs to be tortured and then killed for her crimes against a shipmate of mine." He said calmly as if it was the most common thing in the world to say.

 

[dangerousflirt]

"Yea, I get that a lot" she said, looking at his unmoved body. 'Sure is a charmer,' she thought to herself as she stood up, still maintaining the same distance between her face and his.

"Would you like to get a private room? Only twenty credits" she purred, winking at him.

 

[Kallik]

He looked at her a moment, and then in a quick movement his hand was around her throat. His grip strong but not life threatening at the moment. He spoke plan and calmly to her staring deep into her eyes. His force sensitivity probing at her thoughts reading unguarded thoughts.

"I do not lay with common tavern dancers." He half snarled at her.

"I am a slaver, I truly do believe you would look good in a set of irons, Do you not agree?" He chuckled darkly flexing his fingers around her throat.

 

[dangerousflirt]

Caught off guard, Sienn tried to quickly move out of the man's grasp but to no avail. 'Why isn't anyone helping me,' she thought to herself. 'And why am I not screaming?'

"Um... er... uh," Sienn stammered. The usually intelligent creature had been reduced to a stuttering fool by the simple look in the mans eyes. Oh, how those eyes seemed to hold her more tightly than even the strong grasp of his hand around her neck.

"Please... please don't hurt me," she sputtered as a tear rolled down her cheek

 

[Kallik]

He stared deep into her eyes pulling thoughts from her mind reading conscious thought patterns she might be having at the moment. He pulls her head down closer to where he sits by her throat and squeezes a bit tighter as he speaks.

"Do you fear death slut?" He asked her softly in almost a whisper.

"Be truthful, do you fear death? Do you fear myself?" He smiled a bit as he said those words.

 

[dangerousflirt]

'This was supposed to be easy, dammit,' she thought to herself silently. 'Now look what you've gotten yourself into.'

"Yes, please don't hurt me" said Sienn, tears in her eyes. "I'll do whatever you want, just don't hurt me, please!"

 

[thewhiteone]

The ride lasted about a minute, and she told the driver he could leave. The man asked if she was sure and if she wanted her man's change, but she told him to keep it. He was quite pleased.

She entered her apartment, quickly, not wanting to be seen as she was. She tore off the clothing she wore, removed the gold, and donned something more appropriate. It was a black skin suit, capable of resisting standard blades as well as low caliber projectile weapons. Over it, she wore some black clothes to conceal it, as well as a black trench coat with pockets. She tore the gold from the slave clothing, and tossed the clothe in the small incinerator her room had.

After she collected her weapons and tools, placing them in their proper places, it was time to check her accounts.

Her accounts were drained, at least the ones she hadn't hidden. That was bad, but they were less than her hidden ones. Only about 30% of her hard earned cash was gone. Her credit cards were being used, but hadn't been racked up suddenly to draw the attention of a faceless accountant at the credit card companies. She uploaded the locations they were used at to one of her software programs, which charted them all visibly. She would check the pawn shops, weapon dealers, and jewelry stores in that area. She knew many of them by name. Starting with the pawn shops after she checked her residence.

Armed with her backup weapons and tools, her com (programmed to accept the house number as well as it's own), as well as cash now, Anishima left her room and got into her back up speeder, heading home.

The place had been looted. All her jewelry and cash was gone, as was anything of value that could easily moved and hidden. That bitch was going to suffer.