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Quin was sitting on a grassy hill under a tree. A cool breeze was blowing and autumn leaves were drifting around her and out through the lovely untouched valley of rolling, pristine forest. Even though it was autumn the entire environment had sort of a green tint to it. That must have been from the kolto she guessed. She knew full well that she was in the tank. She had woken up once or twice but the pain and sickness she felt made her opt to stay. Now she was just buying time alone in a place that was not a broken down ship packed to bursting with morons. Seriously wounded, dying, possibly dead morons...

It was too quiet in here. But in here she didn't have to face reality and her memories were lost and muddled in the back of her mind, unable to fully come forth while she was dreaming, lucid or not. She didn't want to see them. She didn't want to hear the screaming.

"CORTOSIS GAUNTLETS!"

Or that yelling. That stupid, grating, maddening, yelling. It made her ears want to bleed. Where was it coming from? Quin snapped up off her back as the distant voice scared a small flock of birds with colorful streaming feathers from her tree.

"AMAZING... PUNCH ROBOTS IN THE FACE... BUCKET LIST!!"

Quin put her elbows on her knees and her hands over her ears. The tall, thin, beautiful horned creature that had been grazing quietly near the tree line looked at her in horror and bolted. She groaned. The dream was collapsing with every stupid word out of his stupid mouth. A small burst of bubbles came from her mouth piece in the tank and her brows furrowed. The kolto tank began to make quiet beeping noises.

"NAKED REPTILE MAN! MAKE IT SO!"

Quin's fists clenched hard as her forest and grasses and hills and animal friends started to burn and tear away from existence through her tightly gripping fingers. The bubbles turned into a violent stream of air and her eyes snapped open. The kolto tank immediately drained itself upon sensing her activity. As soon as the level was low enough she ripped the breathing tubes and monitoring equipment off and came coughing and sputtering, but never stumbling out in to the med bay.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" she screamed at them all, "CAN FUCKING NOBODY GET ANY FUCKING SLEEP ON THIS FUCKING SHIP!? JEEZE!"

The glass cycling door opened as Quin was free to exit, Nyrette smiled as her friend came out of her slumber. "Morning, sunshine. Good to see your jolly self has remained intact. Would have missed you otherwise."

"Uh," Quin cleared her throat, "G-- Good to see you too. You're okay? Everyone's okay? I saw..." she trailed off and became vacant.

She clasped a hand on Quin's shoulder and pecked her cheek. "Of course, Pik're-" she said to Zen's chuckle."We're all fine...for better or worse." She said as she gestured towards Zen, whom was gently tapping his fists together in anticipation of the cortosis gauntlets. "Oh, and here. So you won't question yourself." She reached out and pinched the skin in the middle of Quin's chest. "See, not dreaming."

Quin blushed and touched her cheek a moment before smiling at Nyrette. Then proceeded to go full beast mode on Zen. Her hand instinctively shot out to grab his and twisted it the wrong way around, forcing his elbow out at an awkward angle and his torso to bend if he didn't want several things dislocated.

"Oooh, playing dirty." He laughed as he turned himself around, ignoring the earing pain and pushed his fingers into Quin's nose and pulled, trying to get her to release his arm."

"OW!" she yelped and stooped downward only wrenching his arm further and thus her face down more.

"Don't make me scratch your tiny tiny brain, woman. I can you know. I can also make you bark like a dog, but only if you present me with three coins. Now release my Iisska tickling arm!" He pulled her up a bit, bringing his fingers together slightly to scratch her nose from the inside.

Quin immediately reeled back and loosened up on his hand only to hold it out at a distance with a disgusted, "EW!" She dropped it and wiped her own hand on his sleeve. For a second she frowned at Zen then seemed to space out. In silence she walked over to one of the beds and sat down with her elbows on her legs.

"I can't believe that happened," she said first, "How did we get back...? I'm so sorry... I guess it doesn't matter. Guess what's more important is where we go now. I think I heard something about HK droids and supplies?"

"YES!" Zen yelled. "We're going to-" Cheshik stood then and grabbed a blaster from the cabinet. "the HK facility to PAWNC-" His words were cut off as Cheshik shoved the blaster into Zen's mouth. "Even I have limits that which are my own, Zenithar. Please, tighten lips until sealed quiet." Zen tried to speak again. "But I" Cheshik withdrew the pistol and shot it at Zen's feet. He danced frantically and ran down the hall as Cheshik kept firing, much to Marquis and Nyrette's laughter.

Quin turned her gaze on Cheshik and lifted one of her eyebrows. However a deep frown was still carved into her face.

"Thank you," she said with a crisp staccato, "But I don't appreciate being left out of the loop. Information is sort of my profession and I like to be ready. I need to be ready. So loose lips aside, what in exact detail, do I get to find out from you and what am I going to find out on my own, whether you like it or not, over the next day or two?"

"No, do not take wrong way, was going to tell, Zenithar simply...stabs with knife? I think is saying. He pisses me off, to put it rudely." He explained to her, proceeding to tell her of what the coming plan is...with some help from Nyrette's speechcraft skills.

"I think my brain may hemorrage, but that does clear things up... Sort of," Quin rubbed her chin, "Do you think you could get me a few toys from this friend of yours? Nothing too fancy or too seriously illegal. Just a couple of items that --"

"ooh yeah!" Nyrette said. "I have a few ide-Oh...I mean...I'll just..." She patted Quin's head. "I have you covered, Pik're." She smiled ear to ear.

Quin paused and looked confused, "You have a crate of N-20 Baradium thermal detonators, a crate of V-6 Haywire grenades and an RD-4 launcher?"

Cheshik cocked his head and shook it slowly. "I barely know basic and even I knew what she meant." Nyrette however just frowned before getting up to leave.

Quin reached out to her but stopped as the woman walked away, "I-- Wait, what did I do? I was just-- Oh... OH... Oh I--"

She simply sank to the floor and curled in a ball to hide the fact that her face had turned a brilliant shade of red and that she now wanted to vomit from embarassment.




Iisska held the little object that had been taunting him for the past two months in one hand. He lay against a softly snoring Kobel on the floor and held the thing out at an arm's length in front of the light while looking through it with one eye closed. As if that would somehow help him unlock any more of its secrets. The silvery Durindfire crystal was still partially caked in Tattooine sandstone and far too big to fit into a lightsaber hilt. Iisska sneered at it and groaned. "Meditate," was all the instruction he had been given.

Meditate on what? I've been doing that. Nothing's happened.

Iisska sat up straight and crossed his legs with the crystal in his palms. After taking a breath it floated several inches into the air. He stared down at it.

"What do you want from me?" he asked it.

There was several moments of silence that seemed to grow thicker as they passed. Kobel rolled up onto his haunches and grumbled at his master. Iisska didn't budge. The crystal was now suspended between his two tense and curling hands and vibrated in bursts.

"I was nearly killed for you. I killed for you. You were bathed in blood when I pulled you out of that void-scape you shitty little rock," he seethed.

Kobel nudged his back and growled but it was oddly like trying to move a boulder. Iisska did not even notice.

"I could shatter you into dust right here, right now. If you won't help me cut down the monsters like that fishy bastard then maybe I don't need you."

The vibrating and tension that shook the stone grew in intensity.

"That hssiss never stood a chance. If nobody tries that frequency shit to neutralize me, they won't stand a chance either."

A dark, fiery heat began to seep forth from inside the stone. A small trickle of blood streamed from Iisska's nostrils. Kobel whined and growled and circled the room.

"I'm only getting better at this. They have no idea what they're dealing with."

A single hairline crack splintered across the face of the crystal. The hulking beast snapped and tackled his master his huge beak-like maw and teeth clamped down on Iisska's arm and the stone. Kobel ignored the enraged protests and shook it free before readjusting it and clamping it tightly in his mouth where it could never be pried free. His master fell back against the workbench clutching his arm.

"KOBEL, NO! PUT IT DOWN!" Iisska yelled at him.

The akk dog's spines went up making him look even bigger and he snarled in his master's face. The wide pupils turned to no more than slits. His own wild and untamed presence pressed down on the pair of them. After several seconds Kobel raced out of the room, slid into the opposite wall with a heavy THUD and continued to run off with the crystal in hand and Iisska hot on his trail.

As Iisska ran around the corner, he froze to see Zen standing with Kobel, holding out his hand to retrieve the crystal. The beast bent to Zen's command over the force and handed it over. He held it up and looked it over. "I see you've been busy with Marquis' little 'gift'," Zen obviously wasn't happy with Marquis over Iisska's acquisition of a crystal. Long tradition held that the master was suppose to lead his apprentice to the crystal, not some robot assassin. "I see you've put a little too much anger in it. I can see that you're angry that you haven't been able to refine it yet. Here." He held up a small red pouch and threw it at Iisska. "Those are quartz and other useless gems. Too impure for a lightsaber, but a perfect way to practice...smashing things into dust. Temper those with your mind then see what you can do to your 'gift'."

"Might help if I understood what 'temper with your mind' means," Iisska scoffed, "What do you expect me to do?"

"Shatter a few into dust, then each time, do a little less than that until you shatter them into what you want."

"That doesn't make sense. What am I trying to get? I don't know what I want."

Zen reached for his belt and grabbed his lightsaber. He opened a port on the bottom and reached a finger in, fishing out a small crystal, a lightsaber crystal. "This is what you want. See it's size? It's perfect edges and shape? Replicate it."

"Perfect. Right. Perfect isn't going to happen."

"Then you don't get Kobel back until you learn it. Come along Kobel." He snapped his fingers and the force dominated Iisska's pet, forcing him to following Zen, away from his master."

"Hey! You can't do that! Kobel! Get back here!" he trotted behind them until he got beside Zen, "He does not belong to you. Let go."

Zen turned towards his apprentice with a blank stare, though it was but a mask to the slowly rising anger underneath. "Until you get this lesson through your hard head, he belongs to me. Once you refine a crystal, he's yours again. Not until then." To accenuate that fact, Zen snapped his fingers again and Kobel responded as the force worked through him, making him growl at Iisska defiantly.

Though he took a step back, he didn't back down, "There is no lesson here. You're just thinking up more ways to piss me off. Maybe it's your fault I'm angry at this stupid thing."

"If I wanted to piss you off, I would have taken your blaster again. Not that hard. What you're failing to grasp is a lesson that every force wielder must come to bear: Patience, control. If I wanted to, I could crush you with a thought, but I don't. I am patient and I know you will learn eventually. I maintain the control over my anger and control my hand into not backhanding you. Instead of blaming others for your own faults, focus your anger into something useful and get it out of your system. Try Calligraphy...or shattering stones."

The apprentice squared his shoulders, although bristling, and grumbled as he walked away with the bag in hand, "I'll shatter your stones."

Zen responded by placing both hands on his hips and thrusting them forward. "Try me!"
Iisska was too busy nearly rolling his eyes out of his skull to see Quin come around the corner. The pair barely missed slamming into each other.

"Watch where you're going!" Quin snapped at him, "You think you could at least-- Uhg what happened to your face? I-- No wait-- I know... I'm sorry."

Iisska gave her a look that twisted the multitude of lacerations, many of which would soon be scars, that webbed his face. He balled up a fist, raised it and started bearing teeth, ready to strike. He had never wanted to beat someone to a pulp more than his master, but here it was. He was going to shut her up once and for all. Then he looked over his shoulder with a cold glance at Zen.

"It's fine," he sighed and visibly relaxed, "Whatever, you're sorry, sure. But seriously, what's wrong with your face. Humans aren't supposed to be that color, I think. Did you get sunburned?"

Quin merely cleared her throat and slipped beside him before continuing on her way to Nyrette's room without another word.




It was several standard cycles before the crew found themselves deep into Hutt space. The Harpoon floated just outside of scanning range of one of the busier hyperspace trade routes while it docked with another ship. An Ithorian, well dressed but heavily laden with random trinkets, satchels, electronic devices and decorations was welcomed aboard. And he did not come empty handed. Cheshik's dear republic friend delivered several crates of weapons, medical supplies, ship and system parts, and other goodies to the cargo bay for a small fee of course.

Quin who seemed to have an over abundant amount of positivity for a no longer so mysterious reason seemed almost too happy over the crates of explosives she opened up and hoisted up a beastly looking under-slung grenade launcher. She laughed almost maniacally. When she saw the looks she was getting she regained her composure and set the ordinance down gently before sealing it up.

"Don't worry, I much prefer the more quiet and covert method of doing things. It's always better to be light years away when your targets go up in violent flame... But it's always good to have a powerful back up plan when you really need to pack a punch."

Speaking of punch, two pairs of cortosis gauntlets, normally in a set with some very expensive tactical armor lay in another unassuming crate nearby. Their Ithorian contact had not let them down.

After a mostly quiet evening of touching bases and sharing drinks and stories, the two ships went their separate ways and the Harpoon was on a fast course for Nal Hutta.
My post is now in the making! I should have it up tomorrow.


<Snipped quote by Penultimate_Pi>

I'll be working on it soon, just got back home from a long vacation and I'm sore from hefting all the 70Ibs bags around.


Cool beans. We knew you were on vacation so it's all good.

@Vash JUST WHAT ARE YOU INSINUATING, SIR? D:< I would never do any such thing... with out careful forethought and planing >.>
Fear. Rage. Hate. Pain. Two buttons lit up on the kolto tank's control panel after several thuds rocked the glass and it began to shudder. It was initiating emergency release protocols. The door zipped to the side and Iisska stepped out, still retching from having the breathing tubes ripped out of him while awake, and immediately lost balance and hit the floor. His head was spinning and his heart was racing. Where was that bastard? It took several long moments of confusion for him to finally realize he was on the Harpoon. Several more moments passed before he tried to get up again. Many of the deeper wounds on his face and body had not closed yet and his skin and skull burned. Every motion was a chore as he was finding it damn near impossible to keep himself from tipping over to the right. He had to support himself on the tank and other objects.

"Marquis!" he found the motionless droid propped up against the wall and clumsily knelt beside him, "Hey, wake up will ya?"

He shook Marquis and got no response. He lifted his head up and examined him. There was way more damage here than he had initially seen. Many of the repairs he would need would not leave him as he was before. Iisska listened. There was no faint hum from processors or electric current. All the lights were off. Someone had done more than just hit the off switch.

"Shit," he hissed.

He swiveled to look over his shoulder. Resting in bunks and makeshift cots was the rest of the crew, all still out cold. Quin and Nyrette were attached to monitors. It was all coming back in more detail than he ever wanted. Every horror right up until he bit Radon in the arm. Everything after that was red and black. Not sure what else to do he went to them. He wanted to wake someone up. Find out what happened. Ask them how they got back to the ship. Ask them if this was a trick. The injuries were extensive and gruesome. They needed to rest. He doubted he would be able to get any of them awake even if he tried.

After stumbling once more he placed a hand on Quin's bedside. She was hooked up to oxygen and pale. Almost white or greyish in color, even in the lips, with dark bruises around her eyes. That couldn't be good. The monitor showed her heart beating extremely slow. Most of the information was being displayed in a yellow color a few things in red and almost nothing in green.

"You next, then," he mumbled.

He unhooked her and hefted her up off the bed with a pained grunt. He cursed through his teeth after nearly falling over again.

"You say I'm the fat one?"

After a few more minutes of struggling Quin was in the kolto tank, floating peacefully, but still looking like death. Now it was Marquis' turn. Iisska flopped down next to him breathing heavily. One trip across the room and he was already dizzy.

"Tell me you killed that fuck face dead," he wheezed at Marquis, "... Now... what to do with you..."

Iisska ran over the options in his head. Without knowing exactly what was wrong, he didn't want to go tinkering around with someone's body. Obviously there was a power issue. Maybe if he could get him hooked up to an external power source or A.I. drive even, he could get a few words out of him and an idea of what to do next. Perhaps Trinity would know. The A.I. core!

"Got it," he snapped his fingers.

With Marquis slung over his shoulder and a roll of bandages and gauze in his teeth Iisska began the now much harder than usual trek to the maintenance bay and the A.I. core. Oh what he wouldn't give to not be missing good five pounds from the left side of his head and the ability to be able to walk a straight line again.

He nearly dropped Marquis at the base of the A.I. core then spent some time figuring out how to open him up and get him jury rigged to the ship somehow. Lucky for him Trinity was somewhat present to walk him through the process. However, once he was done she silenced herself completely. Iisska curled in a warm spot nearby and began to patch himself up. It wasn't long before Kobel wedged himself into the tight spot as well and curled up with his master who had already passed out again.
"Are you?" Radon grunted.

He rubbed out his scorched hand and took slow steps toward the table. He never took his eyes off the droid that had crashed his little party. As he did so he began to laugh. Just a little at first, but soon it was a full blown cackle. The Selkath finally caught his breath and sighed. He picked the knife back up off the table.

"You want a fight, M4RQU-15?" he asked, "What makes you think I am going to give you one? Look at you so prepared. I don't remember giving you such sense of humor. I don't remember giving you such rudeness either. I was in the middle of something, can't you see?"

Seeing that his old droid was going all or nothing and that there was no feasible means of escape for him now, he continued to toy with the edge of the blade. He took a step or two backward. Edging closer to his victims.

"You know these these thieves of mine? No? Okay," he shrugged.

With a snap he twisted around and shot his knife hand out. It crunched into taught flesh. Quin's breath stuck in her throat with a sick gurgle as the knife was plunged into her stomach all the way to the hilt.

"Okay!" Radon held his hands out, leaving the knife stuck in place, "Last one done! The rest will bleed to death on their own soon. That one is already dead, I'm thinking," he pointed to Iisska, "So. You want a fight?"

Radon undid the buttons on his white dress shirt, quickly. Glints of metal began to show up on the skin it exposed. The shirt fell to the floor and Radon took up a more relaxed fighting stance than his foe. Sprawled across his body were massive cybernetic enhancements. The artificial muscles made up the entirety of his chest, dove into his arms and wound down his back. They were covered by artificial skin from the top of the bicep down. He rolled his neck out.

"I will humor you. Let us see if I remember exactly how you are put together, insolent little droid," the Selkath hummed.

Marquis was the first to charge, closing the gap between them and taking the first few punches, missing the first three punches to his stomach, but connecting with the forth in Radon's muzzle as well as a follow up to stagger him backwards. He didn't give his foe any time to recover as he moved in to continue the assault.

Radon reeled from the first onslaught, but managed to get his hands up between himself and his attacker. He waited for an opening, allowing the cybernetics to absorb the impacts and then lashed out. His own punch connected with Marquis' throat. Metal on metal. He ducked in lower and slammed his shoulder upward into the droid's chest.

Marquis popped up in the air a bit and pushed off of Radon, giving him a few inches of breathing room. Radon hit hard, like a speeder with a heavy grill at high speed. But then again, so did he. Marquis went on the defensive as Radon approached, blocking the punches and double fisted slams that followed and switched combat styles, taking up a mixed stance and retaliating with hammering blows on Radon's arms and working footwork into the assault, aiming for Radon's weak legs. He wasn't going for anything vital, but instead was trying to slam his boot onto Radon's foot to impair him.

A low blow caught him in the ankle and left him slamming into the floor. Radon hurried backward to a control panel trying to get up before Marquis could get to him.

"Not bad!" he spat.

With his foe on the ropes, Marquis started to close the gap, savoring the moment slightly before moving faster.

Radon hooked his arm up on to the lip of the console and latched onto one of the levers there. He yanked it down and pulled himself to his feet with the same motion. Wicked arcs of electricity crackled, lit up the room and shot through Zen's body. Radon broke the lever off.

"HHHAAA! YES! FEED MY RODIAN TACO HAH" Zen screamed as his body was practically starting to melt as the electricity fried him. Though he was dazed, Cheshik tilted his head in Iisska's direction. "I believe your apprentice has lost it."

Ignoring the rantings of the clearly far gone Zen, Marquis closed the distance and threw a flurry of punches at the waiting Radon. Most of which he dodged, anticipating Marquis' attempts to take him out at the legs and distract him, it was then that Marquis grappled onto Radon and slammed his extremely durable forehead into Radon's before throwing him across the room. While he was flying, Marquis hit the console with the bottom of his fist, disabling the switch. Zen hung there as the bolts of electricity stopped, smoking and still laughing.

Radon's world spun. He lurched to his feet only to fall to his hands and knees again. Beads of blood began to form where the mechanical mask bonded to his face. He snorted and wheezed. After a few more moments of dizzy fumbling he was able to pull himself up by one of the exposed pipelines on the wall. He gripped it tightly. Furious blue eyes threatened to burn holes into Marquis' skull. What started as a growl in his throat exploded into an enraged scream. His claws tightened around the pipe and wrenched it out of it's fastenings. Scalding hot water burst out of the breach and sprayed across the room and quickly formed puddles on the floor. Ignoring the heat and the sudden surge of steam, Radon wielded the long, jagged section of pipe as a weapon. He charged at Marquis.

With the steam flooding the room, Marquis had a great deal of difficulty finding Radon. Within a few seconds he couldn't see the Selkath cyborg anymore, though that wouldn't last long as a metal pipe crashed down onto his shoulder, sending him down into the water for a moment before he recovered and stood. He disabled his optical sensor and transferred power to his hearing, listening for the splashing. It was subtle and barely audible, but he heard Radon approach from behind. He caught the pipe with one hand, reigniting his eye and held out his right hand to Radon's face. The hand flipped backward and searing flame from the welding tool shot out, scalding Radon's face and eye, disarming him as well.

Anguished, digitized screams followed the spray of fire. Thexys tossed backward, blinded. His face was in both hands as he ducked further into the steam now looking for the door. He found the wall and skirted it until he located the locking mechanism. With an angry growl he forced it open and stumbled into the hall, tripping over the bodies of his men.

Marquis was right behind him, stepping through the door and politely over the bodies as Radon limped away. He kept an even pace, staying just slightly faster than his terrified former master in front of him. During the stumble down the hall, Radon tripped and fell to the ground, but could not get up in time. Marquis grabbed him by the nape of his neck, digging his fingers into Radon's flesh to grip the metal and started to drag him backwards. He picked him up and slammed him face first into the metal wall once, twice, and a third time before throwing him to the ground. He stepped onto the Selkath's body and placed a boot on his neck.

The once powerful tyrant of Nar Shaddaa writhed underfoot, hissing and clawing at Marquis' leg. He struggled to push him off with all his strength. The artificial voicebox and trachea were starting to creak under the weight. He let a hand loose to search for a weapon, something, anything that may be on the ground near by. His fingertips brushed against the utility belt on one of the corpses.

As Radon tried to grasp at what few straws he had left, Marquis knelt down to Radon's level, the luminous scarlet of Marquis' eye illuminating Radon's petrified face. Marquis' welding tool sparked up again and lit up both of their faces in a brilliant blue hue. "This is for the hundreds of innocents you had me murder."

"Heh," blood misted from the vents in Radon's mask as he spoke, "What are they-- do with your revenge? They're dead. You won't undo your actions."

"I do not need to undo anything. Their spirits will smile knowing you died a horrible, deserving, death. Go with grace, demon." He jammed the fire of the welding torch into Radon's last good eye, piercing into his skull.
I might'nt be able to post the coming few days, depending on my Internet of course, though I still intend to post about the ship being hit and going down.


Okie dokie :3 Post whenever you can. I'm excited.
IT LIVES.
"You won't be able to keep us here long. Do you have any idea who we are? You're all dead men-- AAAaaaAAAAHHHHHHH!!"

Quin writhed and screamed and arched and tore at her restraints as the voltage being pumped into her body was turned up. The brutal shock went on for what seemed to be hours even though it lasted mere seconds. When it fizzled out she hung limp from her wrists on the wall. Her legs refused to support her. She struggled to regain her breath.

They were somewhere deep below the glamorous casino lobby and ballroom in a place that was damp and filthy and reeking of rust and sweat. The walls were unfinished with pipes and wiring left bare. The doors were heavy, rudimentary steel with ugly locking mechanisms. The room they were in now contained what seemed to be holding cells and paddocks, strange alien devices of unimaginable utility, devices shaped to humanoid form but in a fearsome manner, and the overwhelming sense of fear and death. A dungeon.

"We know who you are. Two slimy little snakes trying to pull a fast one on Mr. Thexys," the burly, but clean cut security, guard snorted, "Mr. Thexys doesn't tolerate snakes."

"Tch-- Sh-- D-Drop the b-bad cop act," Quin hissed, "Just kill us if we're so intolerable. You aren't going to do it? Are you?"

"No. I wouldn't dare come between Mr. Thexys and his leisure. He is a man who fiercely enjoys certain kinds of sport. And you. You are a rare treat with an overabundance of fight in you. I know you will make this interesting, but I wonder about your friend here."

One of the other guards snickered and shook his head before his leader pushed a small switch and sent the same vicious jolt through the restraints on Nyrette's neck and wrists. The woman next to Quin grit her teeth together and groaned at first, resisting the pain. But she only lasted seconds under the onslaught before she too screamed out in agony, gave in and collapsed. Quin watched in horror and squirmed. A horrible knot formed in her gut until the screaming stopped. She snarled and spat at the man. She cut her wrists on the cuffs, threw herself and kicked at the wall behind her in an attempt to get free. The guard started to walk over.

"You're going to be the last one to die! You hear me!?" Quin shrieked, "I'm gonna shoot out every joint in your body starting with the wrists and ankles and watch you wriggle around on the floor like a fucking worm! I'm gonna peel your skin and laugh while--"

The huge guard delivered a full force uppercut into her stomach. It was followed by another and another and another until something inside her cracked. He stopped. She curled and wheezed, unable to fill her lungs. Her head spun and she panicked. A few moments later she was able to take in a long, slow, strangled stretch of air and groaned weakly.

The guard looked between Quin and Nyrette with a coy smile.

"Touched a sore spot didn't I?" he hummed, "I get a kick out of you sentimental types."

"Sir," one of the other guards spoke up, "Delta team is bringing in three more prisoners. More than likely the incidents are related."

Oh, no...

The head guard smirked at Quin once more and shrugged his shoulders in a lackadaisical way, "Woops."

"Gamma team is being dispersed to the floor to make up for lost man power."

"Lost man power?" he looked over his shoulder with a raised brow.

"Yessir. The prisoners resisted. Six men have been sent to hospital. One is in critical condition."

As he was speaking the sound of several more voices could be heard outside the door. The distant shouting and struggling grew in intensity until finally the thick door was thrown open and the tuxedo'd captives were roughly hauled through leaving Quin with no hope that the rest of the crew might have gotten away. The Trandoshan, Cheshik, was the first. Stripped of his weapons, muzzled and flanked by hulking aliens on each arm. The next two, whom they had some trouble getting through the door as they were both in a raging frenzy and the guards seemed desperate to keep them away from each other were Zen and Iisska. The former was bleeding from a deep wound on his upper arm and lashing out with a kick aimed at the latter who was halfway into a rudimentary muzzle himself with blood staining his teeth and cheek. He nearly dragged a man over trying to headbutt Zen when they were let a little too close. The two were dragged to opposite ends of the room.

"WHORE BASKET!!" Zen yelled at the top of his lungs.

His would be attacker yelled something indiscernible through his gag and snorted. It looked like Iisska would start going after his captors next, but he caught sight of Quin and Nyrette. The fighting stopped. He stared at them in confusion and then anger and then fear. Wide eyes darted around the horrible room as the weight of the situation sank deeper. All three of them were quickly restrained.

"Well. Fuck. Me," the large man shook his head at the spectacle, "Women, beasts, bad-asses and colleagues. Mr. Thexys is going to have one hell of a night.”




Hand crafted calf-skin oxfords with leather and cork soles clicked sharply down the hall. They all but drowned out the droning thud of the body guard's boots close behind.

"Ding dong. The King is dead," the low, grinding robotic voice sung, "I trust you have begun the procurement of our late friend's assets? How are things progressing?"

He paused and allowed the person on the other side of the communicator to speak.

"Good. This makes me happy. Now then. I am finished with business for the day. I have more personal things to see, but should you call, my secretary will make sure I am made aware of your needs. Good night."

The immaculate businessman turned off the communicator and gently slipped it into his tuxedo pocket with very long, clawed and webbed fingers. He unclipped his cuff-links and loosened his collar with a delicate grace and precision. Afterward he let out a long relaxed sigh that registered as a mechanical hiss from the cybernetics that sealed his mouth and throat.

"Call for me a pitcher of water and bottle of brandy, Cael," he waved a slender arm and looked over his shoulder.

The body guard nodded and spoke softly into his headset. The pair soon approached an unassuming door in the center of the maze that made up the massive underworks of the casino and hotel complex above. The businessman rolled his shoulders out and let his overcoat slide off his arms before handing it to the body guard.

"Do you wish to attend to the door this time?" the man asked before chuckling. The chuckle was a noise made terrifying by the cybernetics.

"I go where you go, Sir," Cael nodded.

"There's the stones I hired you for," his boss replied, "Good. But should you need to vomit I'll not say anything. I may laugh, but not say anything."

The door opened. A tall, thin, near ethereal Selkath male floated in with only the click of his heels as evidence that he was walking at all. His brilliant blue eyes rolled in their sockets and his head turned slowly as he looked at all of his captives one by one. Steady, hissing, metal breaths filled the silence that entered the dungeon with him. He began to roll up his sleeves.

"The women look worse for wear," the Selkath commented, "I hope they have some defiance left in them. They should if they had resolve to cross Radon Thexys... A moment... I know you. You are the crew who assassinated our dear friend Olok, are you not? Yes. Yes you are. I payed you a small fortune. You should be drunk and happy far away from here. Yet here you are biting the hand that feeds you. Shame for you. Joy for me. Cael, I will be needing someone to find their ship. Take it and get me my money back. And as for you five..."

Radon held out his hand. Into it was placed a broad, vibro-dagger with an exquisite hilt.

"We are going to party until the sun comes up, as they say... Perhaps longer, even. You there, get for me the branding irons, a hammer and a chisel. So... Who would like to go first?"

Radon approached Zen first and ran the edge of the blade under his jaw, splitting the skin until it bled and no further. He traced a shallow bloody line down the front of his neck, through his clothing and down his chest.

"I am told that if not for you, the rest of them may have got their hands on a prize and lived for a few more hours before I tracked them down. I think you will be more personal, more experimental option to save for later."

He passed by Cheshik and looked him over carefully. Then he placed the blade under one of the thicker scales on his face and began to twist so it was pried upward out of the skin. He applied pressure with more and more force very slowly while cooing. "Oh. Never had one of you before. I am curious about Trandoshans. What does it look like inside, I wonder? Are you really so tough?" The force he was putting between scale and flesh was begining to test the strength in his hand but finally it snapped. The root gave out and pulled away leaving a deep wound. Radon ripped it the rest of the way out. He inspected it and narrowed his eyes at Cheshik.

"It is beautiful in the right light. I would like to take more. Perhaps I will be needing the whole pelt. Looks difficult to remove, but I could maybe make something of it."

He set the scale down on a table on his way across the room then approached Iisska. The Togruta glared up at Radon, snarled and snorted and tried to chew through the gag the guards had put on him. When the Selkath tried to put his hands on him he bucked and lashed forward with threatening, but completely stifled words.

"What are you? An animal? I expect such things from the likes of your reptile friend, but from you it is unbecoming," Radon shrugged, "But it does not concern me. I'm sure you are far less strong than you like others to think."

When Iisska did not stop thrashing or trying to swear at him Radon lashed out and grabbed him roughly by one of his lekku and used it to yank his head down to a position where he could not struggle as much. The pain and shock caused him to hiss and he suddenly became motionless.

"However, I like the fight. See if you can prove me wrong," the Selkath turned the blade in his fingers, "Also, these heal well don't they?" he laughed, "What am I saying?"

The knife caught him across the chest first as it was slashed like a whip in front of him. But the Togruta was suddenly left dazed by a sudden imbalance in his skull and a mind-numbing, white hot pain that spread all the way through his head and into his collar bone.

The muffled screaming only seemed to delight Radon who was now chuckling softly to himself. He dropped the severed lekku in the small puddle of blood that was now dripping onto the ground and started toward the girls.

"Do you really have no eyes?" he asked Nyrette and started to run a finger under the cloth on her face. She pulled her head back, "Fascinating."

Radon raised the knife into the air above Nyrette and brought it down.

"NO!" It was Quin who screamed out at him.

The cloth that concealed the place where her eyes should have been fell, cut in two around her neck. A slight trickle of blood ran down her cheek where Radon had accidentally grazed her. He examined her face with the utmost curiosity but slowly turned his eyes on the other woman. He watched closely as he pressed the blade to Nyrette's neck. She merely swallowed, set her jaw and put up no struggle. But Quin squirmed. She had bitten her lip to keep her self from saying anything else, but it had already been too much.

"Oh ho ho. This is good. I like this," Radon put his hand on Nyrette's shoulder, "You will be first... and third, and fifth, and seventh. Little bit at a time. I do enjoy you females more anyway. So soft. And you," he pointed the blade at Quin while getting very close to Nyrette's face, "You go last. Enjoy the show."
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Doo Eet >:D
Hey, sky team, do you want me to edit my post so something more catastrophic happens? Just to get the action going? The ship's been hit a couple times. Maybe something was damaged? Do you want to plot something in PMs? I know support specialist characters are a bit tougher to play in some situations and I don't want to see anyone get stuck.
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