The Zansilbar.

[Kallik]

http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=660050 <---- ((Zansilbar OOC thread.))

The Zansilbar. A rogue ship captained by a man who dabbles in the slave trade. Traveling alone for the time being through different star ports. He takes on cargo of the flesh and ferries it across space to distance worlds. Some souls destined to be slaves to work and some others slaves to those who buy them. Usually for sex. No slave running captain is a nice person. Usually someone hardened by combat and cares less of human and alien life for their own personal gain. (Open to anyone, serious roleplay only. Keep it neat please, please pm if you'd like to join. If you join the crew you must do so by a space port, there is no "blinking aboard" You may make a rival crew, but try and keep it separate, I must clear everything by pm first. I'm down for whatever, if you'd like to do some kind of space police or whatever..that works too. But do not do so in hopes of destroying the Zansilbar. Its here to stay. Seeking one and all female/male. All races accepted. ))
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Kallik
Sex: Male
Age : 25
Race : A bluish sort of humanoid. More so human with a bluish tint to his skin color.
Hair : Black hair
Height : 5'10
Weight : 175



The Zansilbar approaches the planet of Nexus. A large trading hub in a busy section of space. Popular in taverns, casinos, and other sins. A popular location for slave auctions and those for folks that sell to acquire the precious cargo of the flesh.
Kallik sighed softly as he heard the familiar chime of the 'com on his ships display. A familiar face appeared that of the landing officer.

"Identify yourself!" The voice called out to Kallik's ship. Kallik shook his head.

"You damn well know who it is. Wheres my coordinates and docking number?" Kallik retorted to the man on his display.

"Ah Zansilbar. Dock 3 routing number 345123b. Proceed. Your cleared to land." The display faded.

"God damn landing officers." Kallik clenches his fist and then inputs the coordinates that were given to him and he lands his ship at Dock #3. He gets up making sure everything is secured and walks through his ship.

The cock pit. Littered with all kinds of monitors and computer hard-ware. Two seats facing the large "window" like opening in the front of the ship. Behind the pilots seat is a set of chains. More then likely for a slave.

The hall way that connects the cockpit to the rear of the ship. It is semi long, The Zansilbar isn't a huge ship it is probably designed for a occupancy of 8-10 people.

Along this hallway is the bathrooms complete with toilets, regular showers, and sonic showers. (Used for faster cleaning)

There are 7 Master suites on board. Complete with a bed, food console, and entertainment consoles such as a computer, tv, ect. ((use your imaginations future, make up whatever you want.))

A cargo hold at the back of the ship. It appears to hold both live cargo and regular cargo. There are about 15 beds with chains over the top of them.

To the left of the cargo hold is a common's area. Basically a gathering area complete with chairs, entertainment consoles, and of course convenient locations to chain a slave.

The mess hall. Opposite of the Commons area provides food services.

Kallik walks toward the Cargo Hold and out of the landing hatch and stands on the dock of Pantis capital city of Nexus.

 

[Kallik]

(((Bumping for interest, not looking for massively detailed characters...Just something that fits in the world created..Need females and males..Whomever.

 

[Kallik]

He ran his hand through his hair trying to tame the black mass for a moment, finding himself unable to do so he looked up into the sky seeing the twin moons resting casting a beautiful glow across the streets of the city. He turned and pressed a button upon his wrist and the hatch folded up and he began his walk down the bridge leading toward the inner city. His eyes looked all over at all the different life. He smirked as he watched a few girls chained together being dragged through the streets.

"Mmm...Looks like there is some new cargo that needs shippin'." He watches them being dragged off toward the tavern.

"This could be an interesting trip after all."

He walked a way following a moment. The women were clad in leather corsets, boots, and matching underwear. Collars around their throats leashed together and dragged by a rather large looking green creature that resemble an ogre of some kind. He walked up toward the tavern as the women were dragged inside. He leaned up against the wall and reached into his bag and pulled out a cigarette. He struck up a lighter and began to puff it slowly thinking. His body clad in a slick looking black Captain's Jumpsuit and matching gloves, and some well polished military boots.

He puffed on his cigarette quietly for a moment and he turned his eyes to look around for a possible prospect of a first mate.

"Hmm...Things would be a tad easier had I had someone to help run this shit."

He said quietly to himself, he turned and walked into the tavern snuffing his cigarette out on the wall.

 

[thewhiteone]

Name: Anishina Otulga
Gender: female
Age: 26
Race: Togruta (Star Wars)(skin is red, not dull red like in pic)
Eyes: blue
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 136
Build: athletic, D cup chest.
Orientation: Bi-sexual
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Anishina seethed with rage. She had just made a big haul, a forty thousand credit bounty. To celebrate, she had gone to a bar, where she hitched up with a lovely human woman. Anishina went both ways. The sex had been great. When she woke up, expecting a soft warm body, she instead found herself chained and caged.

She had even taken her lucky diamond belly piercing and switched it for a golden hoop.

"Bitch," she seethed, "When I escape...your voice will go days before I end your tortured existence..." she swore softly.

Tina, if that was her real name, which was unlikely, would sorely regret crossing the Togrutan bounty huntress.

 

[Kallik]

Kallik walked into the dark tavern his eyes adjusting to little light. He smiled to himself feeling at home for the moment. Either a tavern or a ship was his home.

He walked toward an empty table his eyes catching the enslaved women again being chained to a stage awaiting whatever fate their owners had for them. He walked to the table his hand reached out and pulled the chair out and he sat down heavily in it. He pulled out another cigarette and light up watching the patrons eyes scanning for anything of interest.

 

[thewhiteone]

Anishina was disgusted by her state of dress. It was a nice outfit... if it was on a girl she was interested in. But on her! It was an outrage!

Whoever dressed me like this will also suffer greatly, she thought to herself.

A large reptilian male approached her cage. It was big, easily half-again her height, and much much more massive. It also had a thick green scale hide, much too thick for her teeth to break.

Not that she even was given a chance. She had been deemed a fight-and-flight risk, simply by her race's predatory nature. As such, the guard punched a few buttons on the console near her cage (out of her reach of course). The cage lifted as the counter-grav unit beneath it whirred to life, carting her out to be displayed for the filth some filth no doubt. She did not struggle, she knew she had no chance of breaking the chains.

Another guard joined the other, this one with half a dozen slave girls in tow. They were paraded through the streets, drawing leers as well as disgusted expressions. Not everyone approved of slavery afterall.

The guards, dragged them into a tavern, apparently wanting to grab a meal before proceeding to the action house.

Anishina's eye's shifted around preditorally, watching those around her, intently searching for a weapon she could use.

 

[Kallik]

Kallik watched the rabble of slave girls being dragged through the tavern. He smiled to himself knowing fully well he would be transporting them to some far off world. He leaned back puffing on his cigarette his eyes catching an odd raced woman. He watched her being dragged across the room to a place where the guards deemed fit to secure her while they ordered whatever it was they were to eat. He watched quietly observing the scene in front of him. He was not more then 2-3 tables away.

His cigarette smoke traveled across the tavern, his eyes watching everything but again settling on the woman. He tapped his fingers upon the table thinking.

 

[thewhiteone]

She had noticed a few weapons, knives and projectile weapons...nothing she could use to escape. She'd need a vibroblade or energy weapon to break out of this cage. Energy weapon would be preferable, so she could kill the guards before the could react. And she would have to kill them both before they could react...probably a few others as well, since even with her skills, she was at an awkward angle to get any thing and in a crowd like this someone was likely to catch her doing so.

And shooting often cause more shooting from others.

She would bide her time.

She of course noticed many people checking her out, Togrutan slaves were rare afterall, and she did have a pleasing physique to most humanoids. Several were apparently more interested, members of both genders and multiple races.

 

[Kallik]

Kallik continued to observe the woman. After a few minutes had passed he stood up from his table and eased over toward her and the guards. He wore that black Captain's uniform, matching gloves, and polished black boots. He looked quite official even if he didn't bear any type of military insignia.

His eyes traveled up and down the girls form, the Togrutan. He looked over at the guards watching them for a moment trying to see what they were doing. The tavern was dark and the music drowned out most talk if you were more then 20 feet away. He stood no more then about 5 feet from the girl, observing her and the guards. His brown eyes appraising critically. He had a blaster type weapon strapped to his left hip.

 

[thewhiteone]

One of those who had been watching her, a blue skinned male, of what species, she was not certain, rose and approached her. He was clad in the black captain's uniform, though she noticed no insignia, military or civilian. He stood close, studying her while admiring her scantily clad body.

He was also armed with a blaster.

Her eyes did not linger on it like a fool's would. No, it's presence was taken in as part of her own appraisal of him. She instinctively recognized the man's lethality, as a natural predator would. Anishima believed she would have an edge over the man should conflict arise, not that she was saying it would be easy.

She met his gaze and held it, one predator to another.

"Can I helpsss you?" 'her' guard hissed to the man, eying him as either trouble or a potential buyer, "Togrutan, very rare. Very expenssssive."

 

[Kallik]

He grinned at the girl, and then looked at the guard. He walked over to the guard and looked him straight in the eyes.

"Expensive huh? How expensive is expensive? Is it really that expensive?"

He said the word expensive quite a few times on purpose testing the brutes intelligence and ability to follow sentences. He waited for the answer for but a moment and then set his hand on the guards shoulder and spoke again.

"My my my she is a pretty little thing isn't she?" he asked the guard quietly.

 

[thewhiteone]

The guards weren't stupid brutes, though their grasp of the human language was limited, not that they needed much. All they needed was enough to negotiate a sale. Besides, they had a lot of other languages they needed a similar vocabulary in.

The guard appraised the man, ignoring the poke and banter, mentally judging how high he would go, "Fifty thousssssand galactic creditssss. Only galactic creditsssss."

Only fools took the asking price, though a sucker is born every minute.

Anishima had not expected the man to split into a grin, nor had she expected to find herself returning a toothy grin. Then again, they were predators...and predators either got along... or they tore each other to pieces.

 

[Kallik]

He tilted his head at the guard.

"50 thou huh?" He said quite loudly to the guard.

He ran his hand down the front of his jumpsuit in a non-threatening way.

"That is a lot of credits for this bitch here. You sure shes worth that much? Have you appraised her at all?"

He rolled his eyes a bit.

"Where the fuck did you get her anyway? She looks like she rolled out of a trash compactor, 50 thousand credits you gotta be kidding me. You must be kidding."

He half snarled as he said that. His semi-easy going demeanor suddenly gone replaced with a mean and semi-hostile presence.

 

[thewhiteone]

The guards were neither impressed nor intimidated, they had dealt with such reactions before. All part of the game. And should he get out of line, they were big enough to crush him with ease.

"Sssshe isssss in exccccellent health. Fertile. Expenssssive to capture, very rare. Fifty thoussssand galactic creditssss," it hissed back.

"Your bitch friend fucking drugged me after hours of sex. I doubt her drug cost more than a grand. You must be paying her a lot to go around having sex with ladies to charge that much, what does she charge you by the minute?" Anishima tersely interjected.

"Ssssilenccce sssslave," the guard hissed angrily at her.

 

[Kallik]

Kallik laughed softly and shook his head. He thought to himself. Petty creatures.

"You obviously have no idea whom you deal with. I am not some halfwit nor am I any kind of "regular" tavern patron."

He smiled again at the girl and moved rather quickly away from the guards. His booted feet left the ground and he was on the table top staring the guard in the face.

"Now, I suggest you give me a reasonable price on that bitch over there. Before..I get angry." He gestured at the girl.

"Lord knows she'll probably kill you in your sleep should she get loose."

His eyes stared into the brutes eyes, murderous rage could be seen in them. Nothing short of insanity or perhaps a very well rehearsed ruse.

 

[FlamesEmbrace]

Roth
Sex: Male
Age : 22
Race : A hybrid of a handful of races, Roth looks primarily human, although his skin is a dusky bronze color, brilliant blue feathers grow out of his head in the place of hair, and he's a head taller than the average human man.
Hair : Blue feathers.
Height : 6'7"
Weight : 215
Build: Somewhat muscular; lean.
Orientation: Bisexual

Roth enjoyed people-watching, especially on Nexus, and the stations like it. There really was no better place in the universe to see a variety of races, social classes, and temperments like one of these hubs- where whorehouses were nestled next to re-fueling stations and slaves were a dime a dozen; more only if you had exacting tastes.

Roth didn't, really, have exacting tastes. He was open to most things- any gender, any of a broad spectrum of races, and personality wasn't really an issue at all. Not only had he never found the need to form any relationship with any of his dalliances, but Roth was a people-pleaser anyway; he could get along with most anyone. Or so he believed.

Of course, if that were universally true, he might not have been fired from The Rakier, the last ship he'd worked for, and left here at the hub in search of a new position. Sure, a handful of people were looking for weapons experts, but a wandering stranger with no pedigree and no references couldn't hook his claws into just any position.

And so he wandered towards the one place where he figured his chances were at least somewhat higher- the slave auctions. Slaver ships were less exacting as to whom, exactly, they were hiring- or so Roth had heard. The slavers snatching up innocents and selling them as objects for labor or sex tended, some said, to avoid asking too many questions.

Roth walked slowly, his attention caught by a hulking reptilian creature whose race he wasn't sure on. He didn't notice the chained female at the guard's feet, or the blue-skinned man appearing to converse with it, for a moment more.

 

[thewhiteone]

The guard had not expected that kind of reaction, flinching slightly as its hand went to the hilt of its blade.

She was liking this guy. Flare and speed, she liked that. Anishima gave a sharp pointy toothed grin, "Oh yes... I wonder what your blood tastes like? And what your death scream sounds like?" she practically purred, her eyes glinting malevolently.

Anishima's threats did not intimidate the guards, they could bite her head off...literally, she could not even break their skin. Give her a blade, and that was a different story, few things were deadlier than a Togrutan in melee, but she was unarmed.

The man however, was apparently crazy, though it was hard to tell. Stupid moody mammals.

"Forty thoussssand," it hissed, "Any lesssss I could easssssily make at the auction."

 

[Kallik]

He tilts his head looking at the creature now completely eye level with it standing on the table.

"At the auction? Listen bub. I am someone of importance at those auctions. I ferry bitches like that across the galaxy so your stupid asses can make a freakin' profit. I suggest you give me a serious deal on this slave here or I will have to let the word slip that your incompetent and cannot bring shackled slaves to the auction without them escaping, Got me?"

He snarls as he said those words. He flexed his right hand which has an odd looking device on his wrist. It appears to be nothing more then a console of sorts where he may control certain things on his ship. But to a trained eye it might be much much more. The blaster on his hip remained there. It could just be for show..he may not actually use blasters. Time would tell. He stared into the brutes eyes, taunting him silently seeing if he would indeed lose his temper. Waiting..patiently like a lion on the prowl. Waiting for his prey to make the first move. Insulting the brutes profession and way of life he was hoping would send him rocketing toward the sun in anger.

 

[thewhiteone]

Anishima saw his wrist unit and smiled inside, she too had had a similar unit. One more thing to punish Tina for taking. It had come in handy on many occasions.

The guard hissed angrily, it's eyes slitted with rage. It removed its hand from its blade, instead moving to backhand this insufferable mammal with its mighty hand.

Anishima crouched, ready to grab the blaster or any other weapon should it come into reach, if not, she would have to test whether or not the guards' eyes were as durable as their hide should they come into reach.

 

[Kallik]

Kallik moved his body out of the way of the incoming blow. Skillfully and quite agile Kallik leaped off the table and over the brutes head and landed behind him. He grinned at the beast.

"Tsk Tsk, your making me angry now. That isn't a good idea...I have been known to gut those who anger..me and a tavern isn't any place I haven't done so. Now before you draw your blade..and try your luck with ending my life. Why don't you just say sell me that bitch shackled over there for about 5,000 credits. You know that is a steal, and perhaps..no one will have to die tonight." He spoke calmly and not a tinge of fear in his voice.

He stayed on his toes in case he needed to move again his right arm erect and ready to deal with any incoming attacks

 

[thewhiteone]

The guard was furious with the insufferable little twit, "5000? Togruta? I post 5000 on you head for 5000 first," it snarled taking another swing at the blue man. His companion drew his stunner, ready to shot the man if it got out of hand, though he was clearly more concerned about his six charges than his companion's togruta.

 

[Kallik]

Kallik hunched low and rolled out of the way of the incoming blow and was back on his feet in seconds. He sighed overly dramatically at the brute and shook his head.

"That was just rude. Ya'know? I didn't want this to happen but since your forcing me to do this...I'll enjoy it then."

Those words were said with so much venom you'd think he was spitting it.

He moved quickly running full force at the brute and jumped back up on that table and used it as a launching pad as he jumped. A noticeable click was heard and a long blade extended from his wrist and in one quick motion the blade was sunk into the brutes throat and pulled out and disappeared faster then one could of seen it had they not seen it in the first place.

The brute staggered and look around wide eyed and then fell to its knees. Kallik stood idly by watching the blood spurt from the wound.

"I warned you not to make me angry." Is all Kallik said. He turned swiftly to look at the other guard almost begging him with his eyes to charge. He cast one quick glance at the chained woman.

 

[thewhiteone]

Anishima watched him move. Swift. Decisive. A predator's killing stroke.

The other guard cocked it's head, pondering a moment, "5000 for Togruta, agreed?" it hissed. No hide off it's nose.

Anishima met the man's glance, she felt he was interested in helping her, not purchasing her...and then he had even brought her a kill...how romantic of him! She gave him a smile, her body assuming a relaxed position. Not that of a slut eager to be fucked, but that of a predatory female who liked what she saw and accepted his interest.

 

[Kallik]

He looked up at the other brute and nodded at him.

"I am so pleased you have seen this my way."

Kallik said with a mixed array of emotions that could be felt from his words. Joy, anger, pleasure. Insanity must reign true in this man.

Kallik dug around in a pocket upon his jumpsuit and pulled out 5 one thousand credit chips and threw them at the brute letting them hit the floor in front of him.

"Now, hand over the bitch and get out of here before I decide to make you look like your friend over there. Blissful and dead."

His eyes watched the guard, never leaving him until he heard confirmation. He didn't once look at the Anishima. Not yet anyway.

 

[thewhiteone]

The guard picked up the credits and made sure his charges were secure before going over to his fallen companion, picking up a key, then walking over to the control console to the hovercage. He punched in the code, opening the cage, then went in and unshackled the Togruta.

She rose and gracefully strode out of the cage, her eyes never leaving the man. She stalked around his right side, running her fingers up his shoulder, down his back as she passed around behind him, before standing on his left side, her arm around his waist.

Tilting her head towards his ear, she whispered into it, "Understand this, I am not a slave, and I will compensate you not only for the money you spent freeing me. Understand that, and I think you and I will get along just fine," with fine being a throaty purr.

Her eyes made no secret of her interest, nor did the musky aroma she was giving off.