Logged on: April 12, 2001 Logged by: Talon Titled: A Slaves Fate ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Characters: Chai'tyn Dryad Sato Prine Coruscant SpaceportHigh above the skyscrapers reaching up towards the sky, this spaceport is one of the busiest in the galaxy. Several platforms extend outward in all directions with people boarding and disembarking various vessels parked at the end of the spidery arms of the platforms. Each platform has runners of various colored lights leading people to and from various places. A few vendors here and there are scattered about selling hot caf, or teas to the passengers as they wait for their flights to arrive. Metal benches are set in some out of the way areas and are often times filled with the weary traveler as they wait patiently for the next leg of their trip. Chai'tyn She stands an average height of 1.75 meters, slender but strong, flexible but solid and displaying deadly feminine curves appropriately. Her limbs seem long for her sinewy body. Hands that move with fluidity and speed display long fingernails polished glossy blood red. Her complexion is golden matte and seems to absorb light, not reflect it. Her sallow skin is offset by raven black hair that falls from her high hairline in a straight sheet of shimmering onyx down her back. Almond shaped eyes exhibit pupils surrounded by fiery orange irises. Her nose and mouth are small compared to her eyes, giving her heart-shaped face an even more exaggerated imbalance from broad forehead to pointed chin. Lips painted red purse tautly and her eyes are painted as well, black lines on upper and lower lids that sweep artistically outwards, giving them even more of a slant than is natural. Her brows are shaped like gull-wings arched thinly above her penetrating amber orbs. Her posture can shift in a moment from tall and regal, as if she were a queen, to small and unnoticeable as she slinks along like a feline in a dark alley, mostly unseen save the flash of her golden eyes. Robes of black flow over a sleek black outfit beneath. The shirt and pants fit tightly yet move with her body, joined at the waist with a belt. The shirt shimmers in it's blackness, with long sleeves, a collar and silver buttons down the front. The pants are matte black and tuck into polished black boots that come up to mid-calf. The boots have soft, silent treads. The belt has a buckle and accents of silver and at her left side is hung a silver cylinder. The robe is full, velvety of texture yet light enough to flutter in the softest breeze. It has a roomy hood and subtle red embroidery around the collar and armholes. The clasp is invisible black and without full daylight, blends into the darkness easily. Chai'tyn hides not in the shadows, being the Jedi Council's special guest. She strides boldly though the starport towards her vessel. Sentients part before her, unaware why they alter their path to make way for the Sith Warrior and emissary to the Republic. Dryad is in the corner of the room, with blood trickling down his throat, his body lays almost lifeless and he also lays in a pool of his own blood... It is her habit to lightly scan for familiar minds as she moves though the public space. Her amber eyes join her as she peers into shadows visually as well. Something tingles in her senses. Her hypersensitive nose catches the enticing whiff of blood scent. Talon pauses her journey towards the space dock, and veers towards where Dryad is laying. Dryad is still there... Dryad You see a man standing about 6'4", he has pale skin which has a very slight tan to it. He wears Black steel toed boots which seem dull by use. Above them are a pair of cargo pants which have 4 "cargo" pockets, 2 front and two back. The Cargo pants are held up by a black cloth belt with a dulled metal buckle. Farther along up him is a Crimson red long sleeved shirt which seems to be made out of a thin soft sweater material which hangs loosely about his form. Then over this is a black poncho which has dull silver colored markings at the bottom in a zig-zag formation all the way around. The top left of it by his left shoulder is connected by an insignia which is composed of three parts. The middle part looks like two triangles bottom to bottom, the top one being longer then the first one but ending in the same size as the bottom of the other. Between the two triangles is a small line, which appears to be the connecting point. The other sides of the bottom triangle lead to the other two parts of it, the one pointed up seems also to be curved up to point towards his left shoulder. The other sides seems to be pointing down though towards the ground. Above that is his head which, on the left side, has three black tattoos which look like claw marks running back from the left side of his face the start of them near his nose about an inch away on his cheek, they end just after his jaw bone. He has piercing eyes which look to be an ice blue color, but right before they get to the black center of his eye they flare to a fire red. His hair appears to be a silverish gray and is left rather long, it's tied up in a pony tail in the back with a single gold piece of string which is wrapped around and tied, but not in a bow. His hair stops just below his shoulders. On top of his head is a wide brimmed black hat which is about 1 and a half feet in radius, the brim it's self is about a foot all the way around. His face looks like he's maybe 20. Honing in on that feeling she feels, Talon heads towards a darkened corner. A sniff and she is drawn behind a crate where she sees the fallen slave. A winged black brow arches. "Well...what have we here?" she wonders. She stoops to one knee, checking for a pulse, being careful to not bloody her hand just yet. Dryad is still bleeding to death.... "Faint...but still there," she says for her own hearing. "Come...errant one. Even a slave doesn't deserve to die in the enemy's filth." With that, she removes her black cloak, throwing it over Dryad's large form. Tucking the fabric around him, she calls upon her powers to help her lift him and throw him over her shoulder as if her were a large black duffle. Throwing up a mask of the Force, she glides towards the hangar bay. Chai'tyn enters in a code and enters STARSHIP: T.H.E. Tengu Patrol Shuttle -- Doom's Grip Aft - Doom's Grip Chai'tyn boards the ship, climbing up the ramp carrying her parcel of Dryad. She dumps him unceremoniously on the durasteel deck, then orders one of her four Massassi guards to head forward. "Tell the pilot to take us to Corellia." She hands the red-skinned male a cylinder. "Here are the coordinates for our rendezvous in the system as well as our Republic clearance codes for our return. Go!" She turns to the other three. "Carry this slave to my ready room. Place him on the table. Get the medic to clean him up. I'll be there shortly. Oh...and have my cloak cleaned. I dislike the smell of this one's blood." As the guards unwrap the prone Dryad, Darth Talon heads for the comm room. A few hours later Dryad starts to come to, he wakes up to find him self in a fairly large ship.... Chai'tyn looms over Dryad, the dim conference room making her seem a shadow. A couple of bright lights shine down on Dryad from above. The Sith Warrior leans in, peering over the slave hunter. "Hunter...you have strayed from your assignment. I have saved your pitiful life, so that I may return you to my Master to receive your punishment." Dryad winches as he hears the voice of a Sith, he was trying so very hard to escape, "w-w-where am I..?" "En route to Darth Cabal. Is that not enough for you to know?" Talon's sharp fingernails lay on Dryad's throat. "Lay still. I am listening to your blood, to see that it has ceased exiting your body." Her fingers on his pulse, she closes her eyes and tries to see if his wounds remain, and continues her healing of them. Dryad feels a tingly feeling in his neck, "wh-why doe-does Darth Cabal have it in for m-me?" he asks silently, he doesn't have cockiness in his voice, nor eagerness, he just asks normally... With a slow deep breath, Talon re-open's her glowing orange eyes and lifts her cold fingers from his flesh. "I know not," she says with her softly accented basic, her pointed eyed teeth showing as she smiles a wicked smile. "I merely found something that belongs to him and now I am returning it." Two Massassi warriors armed with force pikes step into the conference room. "Keep him here. Do not mar him. I want to return him to Darth Cabal unscathed," she orders the guards. Chai'tyn turns to leave, but then looks back at Dryad. "You'll live...for now," she tells him before she leaves the room, a cackle of laughter cut off by the sharp closing of the powered doors. ....the locking mechanism clicks into place as the ship lurches into hyperdrive. The fierce warriors watch Dryad silently throughout the journey. Radio transmission from CS-1065 -- "Dragoon to Egg, are we back to the nest?" Radio transmission from CS-1065 -- "Dragon to Egg, Dock is full at this time you are clear for deck landing main pod." Briefing Room - TFS Onyx Dragon A central long dark polished wood table takes up the core of the room. At the far end another table of like size sits cross ways for use when even larger groups than fit around a single table are being addressed or debriefed. The chairs are more a dark upholstered armless utilitarian style than items of comfort and luxury. The floor here, unlike other places in this dragon is carpeted to muffle and absorb background noise and shuffling feet. The rest of the room being quite live to re-amplifier a speakers voice. Sato Prine sits in over sized chair at end of room at end of dark table. His hood is back and each cardinal corner of the room contains Sith apprentice guard as he sees that Talon and her gift arrive he motions the force wielding servants to leave him but need speak not a word to them, "Welcome Darth Talon. It is not yet home here but shall be in time. What has your claw brought us?" He gestures to Dryad menacingly. Preceded by two of her four most loyal Massassi warriors, Chai'tyn Zaan, known amongst the Sith as Darth Talon, enters Sato Prine's briefing room. Following her are two more guards flanking her gift to him, the stray slave hunter Dryad. When she sees Sato dismiss his guards, she does the same and the Massassi exit. She kneels before him in a humble display sincere only ever for the Thethu clan leader. "Master. I bring you this...slave," she says with her wicked grin, gesturing back to the unshackled being she insults with the lowest title of all. Dryad looks around still in awe... Sato Prine arches a brow in surprise an expression rarely seen on the Sith Lords face. "This was not foreseen. But is also not all together unexpected. The force caresses this one Talon, do you feel it wafting about him? He is blind to it of course but it does make sense how you two were drawn together and how he who was slain stands before me know." He raises a forefinger to point at Dryad, "You have done well in this my Talon, what more of this worm my early bird?" He asks for her further report on the wayward one. Dryad is still looking around in shock Chai'tyn shrugs lightly as she rises, turning her amber eyes to look upon Dryad. "I smelled his blood," she tells Sato to explain how she came upon her catch. "He was spilling it all over the starport on Coruscant," she answers with her Sith tongue caressing each word with a sibilant slither. "I stopped his death and brought him here to you, my lord. I was on my way to report to you my progress with the Republic and their Jedi fools. Is he...special to you, master?" she asks, a bit curious why Sato speaks riddles about such a slave. Sato Prine holds a sudden hand up to silence her from speaking further of her mission to the Jedi, "That remains to be seen." His own languid answer drips back to her. "That he yet lives makes ripples." His gaze harshens and focuses on Dryad, "Coruscant again, thou carcass feces. In flight or is there else that seems to keep drawing you there?" Chai'tyn's almond eyes flinch slightly and she holds her tongue, listening for the worm's response to the great one. Sato Prine nods to Talon for her to abide a moment, "We will talk more of your real mission in time my pet." He purrs to her before his countenance changes as he turns his head to face Dryad, "Coruscant eh? I still await your answer and my patience grows thin." His voice becomes gravelly. Chai'tyn's wicked grin grows more wicked if that's possible. She'd heard the gruffness in her master's voice before, and knows it can only mean ill for the errant Dryad if he doesn't give a satisfactory and truthful answer. Talon folds her hands before her, her freshly cleaned cloak falling about her arms to make her a slender black-clad sentinel at Sato's side. Dryad grins and tries so hard not to yell, he says in a calm, sturdy voice, "Why my master, of all people you should know why I was there" he laughs faintly, "I was there because something inside told me to go, and well I really trust my instincts, so I went, and somebody beat the Bantha poodoo out of me." Sato Prine sneers in displeasure at Dryad's laugh as if the force master finds little of humor in this tale. "A knack for living. Curb your instincts and you may yet live to breed. I have killed you once all ready and if you continue on a path of disobedience I will again, painfully and more thorough." He points at the door and it opens unbidden as force guards return, "Give our wayward soul some retraining Thethu style." He gloats, perhaps a more recent memory of pain will keep this wrym in check and remind him of the order of things. "Take him away!" The guards move to do Cabal's biding. Dryad struggles before giving Sato an evil glare, "You can torture me all you want, but you wont break me, and I swear to the Sith you wont!" He gives the guards an evil glare, so evil that it would scare more people then one would think of Dryad being able to scare, "Get you filthy hands off of me!" "That is exactly the problem slave. You will be broken or you have no place among the Sith and will be terminated. Take him away!" Sato grows irritated with the continued presence and prattle of Dryad and the ripples of cold force power in the room hasten those sensitive apprentices to hurry with their task. Chai'tyn watches the silly human slave struggle and protest, knowing he is only sealing further his doom. She licks her thin lips, anticipating the taste of his blood should she get the privilege of performing his termination. Dryad glares at Chai'Tyn with hate, he wonders how he got to Coruscant to. He was hit by a force pike, and then dumped on Coruscant, but he had to make up a lie to save him self for the time being... The guards take the resisting Dryad forceably from the room, out numbering him and using their attunement with the force to assist them in removing the hate filled creature, "His hate is strong, do you taste it Talon?" Sato breathes in deep enjoying the remnents of Dryads great hate in the room. "There is more hope and pain in store for him than he knows. He shall beg for death ere he is released to compete his destruction of the Cantina." He chuckles a cackle. Sato Prine motions for her to take seat at the great Thethu conference table, "Now, your report. What foolishness have our Jedi cousin been up to? Were you able to conceal your true purpose and dupe them into delaying for peace?" Talon moves silently, nearly floating in her black fabric cloud to the seat Cabal indicates. Her height is lessened as she sit. Her yellow hands come out of her cloak and rest gently on the smooth dark table. "I have convinced the Jedi Jarfet, their leader, that I have been sent to learn their ways of peace, to bring the light back to our people. I am convinced he believes that I am repentant of my devotion to the dark side and that I want him to 'save' me. I am his padewan," she says with a burble of small laughter following. She becomes solemn, but still self-assured of her ruse, again. "I await standing before their counsel for approval, but have been granted the privileges appropriate to a foreign emmissary." Sato Prine nods in measured slowness at the report his own hands finding respite, palm down, on the table. "You have done well. The Krath move too slow to be of concern for the moment and actually obey my will to keep things quiet not only between the clans but against the Jedi that the temple nest not get stirred up. I am here in Corellia to ensure that the Krath are mindful of their behavior and I have felt a great power down there, Alexander Hamilton." His eyes seem to fuz out and then refocus on Talon, "Have you come across mention of this being of power before?" Sato Prine The 6 foot form before you is vague and difficult to focus on as if cloaked in the very shadows itself. It is clearly humanoid in stature though it is cloaked and enfolded in flat black fabrics making up a deep hooded robe. A silence seems to permeate this beings existence as if like a grav well sound, light and matter both organic and inorganic can not escape its pull. When this form moves it is with a deliberateness and conservation of movement. When the form speaks its voice is deep and equally measured and conservative in its tone & words. Its scent is natural neither overly strong nor nonexistent. Chai'tyn regards her shadowed shadow master for a moment, reflecting on his power and what she has learned so far on her mission. Her orange eyes glow brightly in the dim chamber. "He is among their most powerful, I have heard. But he rarely sits with the Council that I have seen. I have not tasted of his presence yet, myself." Unbidden fear flickers within her. She tries not to let it show to Sato Prine, but she doesn't doubt he will sense it in her if he chooses and use it to fuel his own dark power. The bones of her hands show sharply as they tense before her. Sato Prine soaks in the hatred from Dryad that lingers still and mixes it with the delightful fear that emanates from Chai'tyn, "Yesss, that's right. He is powerful and to be feared. We shall feed on the fear from his carcass and use his own power against him. I think my time on Corellia draws to an end and you have needs get back to your Master of light and his false loves and concerns. They do not love you Chai'tyn. Love is their false god and if you are not wary it will defeat you. Be mindful, and when things change come to me again. As reward I give you Dryad's life to do with as you will. You serve the clan well Talon, continue." Chai'tyn smiles, delighting in the prospect of a new personal slave. "I will 'prentice him to Borealis. Maybe he can teach the arrogant creature humility by example and how to learn to crave my discipline." She rises, her pride well fed by pleasing Sato, but his warnings well taken. She would construct complicated warrens in her soul to confuse the Jedi and protect herself from their deceptive ways. She moves to kneel before Darth Cabal briefly. She rises with a flurry of black velvet cloak, then steps through the jarring gape of a door into the bowels of the Dragon to seek and torture the poor hunter-slave Dryad.