Logged September 1, 2001
Logged by Sato Prine
Titled:  Training a House Pet
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Characters: 
Sato Prine 
Simon 
Spectre
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Throne Room -- Cinnagar  

Sounds echo, rebound, and reverberate off of the metal walls 
of this immense, cavernous chamber. Light filters in through stylized indigo 
and gold stained glass windows, which have abstract designs etched in them 
with strands of wrought iron. The windows are set extremely high up in the 
gray, pitted stone walls, giving one the sensation, from the ground, that 
one is a very great distance from that radiance. 
Cathedral-like in its proportions, it is some six hundred feet long, 
with the Courtyard archway on one end, the throne dais on the other, and the 
entrance to the West Wing some hundred feet down along the south wall. The 
room is quartered by two wide aisles - one, the central aisle, leading from 
the Courtyard archway to the dais, the other leading from the West Wing 
archway and crossing the central aisle. Marching back in orderly rows on the 
smooth flagstone floor are wrought iron pews, where up to two thousand 
petitioners may sit at one time, waiting for an audience, or watching the 
proceedings. 
The throne dais itself is fairly simple, but visually striking. Four 
gigantic, perfectly square chunks of black marble, decreasing in size with 
the largest at the base, form the dais. The throne itself is wrought iron, 
tremendous, fancifully made to resemble a titanic crouching bird of prey, 
her vast wings outstretched. To either side of the dais are cushion-lined 
iron pews for councilors, visiting dignitaries, and others of significant 
rank. 

"I bring you Spectre," Simon announces proudly, his stun pistol still 
trained on the bound Trianii. "This miserable creature tried to hide among 
the Jedi, but his efforts were in vain." Looking around the room, he nods to 
the guards who approach to take Spectre, and holsters his weapon as soon as 
the Trianii is clearly under control. 

Sato Prine rises from his dais with grave smile, his hood already down and 
orbiting diadems circling slowly about his head. He waves a sweeping hand 
and with out force power the prisoner is swept away. Silence falls in the 
great cavernous cathedral like chamber until the feisty addition to Cinnagar 
is removed. Arms fold in front of the Sith lord, "I had begun to question 
the guilds loyalties after encounters on Corellia. It would seem you have 
some fools in your employ. Be wary my pet, those below are ever hungry and 
will topple if given enough leash." 

Simon swallows uncomfortably, but now is not a time for evasiveness, the 
truth is likely to be the best defense. "The hunter who delivered Spectre to 
Nar Belsa spoke of her dealings with a man who claimed to be your 
mightiness - it seems clear now that it was the truth." He swallows again. 
"Lorrix had strict instructions to deliver Spectre to the guild, and not to 
anyone else. She was also unaware that you were our client. She was foolish, 
but she was following her orders bravely." 

Sato Prine shakes his head in slowness as excuses are made, good ones, but 
excuses all the same, at least in the Sith lords mind, "She knew I was the 
client as well she knew that it was my hand and my fate that delivered unto 
her the prize. No it was not out of loyalty to the guild or yourself that 
she behaved foolishly. She lacked trust. Trust that I would pay her her due. 
She feared that in my greed and power I would seize the pray and kill her 
before I would pay her. And I point out that I could have. But I am a 
patient Lord, my pet. She is yours and I will give you leave to terminate 
her life yourself. I would not rob such pleasure from my newest ally." He 
purrs. 

Simon is visibly stunned by the Sith Lord's words - he is supposed to kill a 
hunter? A registered, upstanding successful hunter? The wrongness of the 
order echoes through every part of him - along with the likely consequences 
for disobedience. "My lord," he begins, but speech does not come easily and 
a long pause follows. "Lorrix is useful - I would suggest that if she can be 
made to understand the error of her ways, then she will continue to be 
useful." He shrugs, and tries his luck at a joke, "Good help is hard to find 
these days." 

Sato Prine considers this a moment perhaps he had been too generous in 
allowing Simon to survive all his bold demands and questioning of the Lord's 
will. He grinds teeth a moment and some few sparks actually flit from his 
mouth from the uncanny tension, "Her life is yours. How you treat it will 
help me judge how to treat you. In time short I will have report on your 
Lorrix and you had best pray to my dark ancestors that you succeed in 
'Making her UNDERSTAND the ERRORS of her ways.' to my satisfaction." 

Seeing sparks fly, and realizing that it isn't his imagination, Simon 
swallows. "Yes my lord," he stammers, "I will ensure that Lorrix never makes 
a mistake like this again." Perhaps he will have to kill her - but there has 
to be another way. If there is, Elynne will know what it is, he is sure. If 
only she had accompanied him here, she might have saved him from this 
terrifying situation. 

Cabal nods with measured slowness, "Now, what do you expect for the kitten?" 
He transfers topics to the delivery of Spectre. He re-seats himself seeing 
that no real display of his power will be required of Simon, the Guild 
master Pet knew his place well or at least how the game was played. 

Simon nods slowly, and looks at the floor, then shrugs. "I would not presume 
to expect anything for the cat, although if it pleases you to release it to 
the guild when you are satisfied, our original clients would be pleased." He 
shrugs again, not as cheerfully as he normally does. "Of course, our 
original clients are not your concern, and I am quite capable of making sure 
that they do not interfere with your use for it." 

Low throaty growl emits from back of throat of Cabal and he motions to a 
suppliant who comes for forth and opens palm before Simon to reveal a large 
red gemstone, "Here is your reward then for your own loyalty and continued 
service my pet." Cabal crones. In time the original client may have their 
due but for now and for some time after release I will need they and you to 
stay out of the way." 

Simon cautiously steps forward to accept the gemstone from the servant, not 
allowing himself to look away from Darth Cabal for an instant more than is 
necessary. Then he wonders if he is expected to admire the gem, and makes an 
effort to do so for a few moments. "You are most generous, my lord," he 
says, "And your gift is beautiful. Please let me know when you no longer 
have a use for Spectre, and I will send a ship to put the kitten back in its 
box." 

Cabal again shakes his head, "No the kitten will be rescued by the Jedi and 
Tai Jinn. He need remain with them for a time before he go back to his box. 
I will let you know when you are released to sate your other hungry dogs." 
The gem if looked at is exquisite and to those in the know would recognize 
it as being of 'saber' quality. "Continue for now with your task of 
extending our relationship to that of the new Hutt." 

Taking this as his cue to depart, Simon bows deeply and inches backward 
slightly. "As you command, I go now to continue my task." Walking backward a 
few steps, he reaches the point where he feels it is safe to turn around and 
does so, forcing himself to maintain a steady walk, as opposed to the run 
that he wants to break into. 

Many eyes seen and unseen watch the guild master's departure. 

OOC: Curtain 

OOC: Days pass and scenes not logged 

Throne Room -- Cinnagar  

Sounds echo, rebound, and reverberate off of the metal walls 
of this immense, cavernous chamber. Light filters in through stylized indigo 
and gold stained glass windows, which have abstract designs etched in them 
with strands of wrought iron. The windows are set extremely high up in the 
gray, pitted stone walls, giving one the sensation, from the ground, that 
one is a very great distance from that radiance. 
Cathedral-like in its proportions, it is some six hundred feet long, 
with the Courtyard archway on one end, the throne dais on the other, and the 
entrance to the West Wing some hundred feet down along the south wall. The 
room is quartered by two wide aisles - one, the central aisle, leading from 
the Courtyard archway to the dais, the other leading from the West Wing 
archway and crossing the central aisle. Marching back in orderly rows on the 
smooth flagstone floor are wrought iron pews, where up to two thousand 
petitioners may sit at one time, waiting for an audience, or watching the 
proceedings. 
The throne dais itself is fairly simple, but visually striking. Four 
gigantic, perfectly square chunks of black marble, decreasing in size with 
the largest at the base, form the dais. The throne itself is wrought iron, 
tremendous, fancifully made to resemble a a titanic crouching bird of prey, 
her vast wings outstretched. To either side of the dais are cushion-lined 
iron pews for councilors, visiting dignitaries, and others of signifigant 
rank. 

Sato Prine rises from his throne though there is still long list of 
petitioners that desire audience with him. He abdicates to his seneschal of 
cruel justice to dispense with the as he will or delay them till other time. 
The Sith lord takes up the chain leash of his new favored pet and leans down 
to stroke at Spectre’s head, "Are you very board my ghost?" 

Spectre purrs a little as he is stroked. He shakes his head a little bit, 
"I...I have no reason....to be bored...." The voice is very hesitant and 
VERY soft. He had been laying like a pet tiger at his lord's side. Chain 
gathered up he is now sitting, still unclothed but that's what fur is for. 
At least he is clean and adds quickly so that he doesn't get in trouble, 
"...Master...." 

Sato Prine's pleasure deepens with what he knows it cost the tiger to add 
that last. He lets the creature choose weather he walk up right or on all 
fours as he proceeds down the dais and makes for the western wing. "I hunger 
and perhaps you do as well." He muses knowing that Spectre has been on 
strict diet not having allowed him to gorge since his delivery some days 
ago, but perhaps his stomach was settled into his new routine now and could 
be allowed its own freedom's in things, a reward of sorts for good behavior. 

Spectre walks upright with a definite stoop. At upward stares he uses his 
hands to get him up. Longish arms allow him to walk on fours or hands rather 
easily as does the spinal configuration. His tail flows out behind him a 
bit, ears twitching. He has never belonged to anyone before. But his life 
was taken.....he remembers it....and he knows his master. Thoughts of 
freedom pass with each day. 

The two pass beyond the cathedral like chamber that is the main stateroom 
for the Thethu and in many ways the Sith though it was far from thier core. 
Archway to the westerly is passed under, archway leading to the personal 
residence wings of the most noble including the very most, Darth Cabal 
himself, "You have been surprisingly honorable my pet, I am most impressed. 
Tell me, are there perhaps relatives of yours that reside in Sithdom in 
slavery that I might collect for you?" He tempts as they walk. 

Spectre frowns a little, "I...I am not sure Master....it has been a long 
time since...since I've seen any trianii..." He keeps himself cowed. His 
heart feeling depressed at his fate. His honor now binds him to service and 
so in a way he is VERY trapped even if he were freed. 

Yes the collar and the leash were far more for psychological function than 
for real security. yes the pet's claws had been removed but he still had his 
teeth and if he put his mind to it could likely engineer some escape from 
the cursory bonds. "I see, taken away from home too young I presume?" Cabal 
seems to show some interest in the personal life of Spectre. 

Spectre shakes his head, "I left home when I was young.....I wanted to 
protect my family....and my people....Master. I have not seen them in a long 
time....." 

The hall and walk is long but Cabal is in no hurry to get there. Door after 
door is passed some even with ferocious looking Massassi guards posted. "You 
left to protect them, again how honorable. But protect them from what? This 
corporation that hunts you?" 

Spectre nods, "They try to take our planets...they enslave our people for 
their purposes....." 

"Ah..." Enlightenment hits Cabal, "Not unlike ourselves. But how did your 
departing make your family safer especially as such a young Cub. Why were 
you of such particular importance?" He pries. 

Spectre frowns, "I am not important....I am the youngest of my family, I 
sought to do something different to save them." 

The doors come less frequently as the apartments they lead to become grander 
and more important. "Oh and what was your noble thought my pet. How in your 
youth did you dream of saving them...by doing something different?" He 
placates. 

Spectre says, "If I could destroy their ships....then perhaps they would be 
forced to leave. I did break a few of them." 

Sato Prine's head rocks back in amused laughter at the thought of them all 
cur vandalizing the corporation’s vessels and their ire at him, no wonder 
they wanted him so. "Very brave but very foolish my pet. A single stone will 
hardly change the tide." He dispenses wisdom as they reach the gates to his 
own apartments and pass by Force sensitive guards to the sanctuaries with 
in. "So it is likely that if your family are enslaved it is at some other's 
hands and not my own. Pity you come form good stock, I'd happily have your 
entire pride here in my service." 

Spectre is slightly angered by the mention of his family being enslaved but 
he quickly quells it, "No....they are most likely free. My brother is a 
ranger and my mother and father important figures on the planet." 

Sato Prine looks over to his slave as if impressed, "I see." He seems to 
agree that most likely they are yet free. "And what did they think of your 
departure and terrorist acts that have separated you from them?" 

Spectre frowns, "I don't know I left before I could find out." 

Sato Prine slows the pace now that they are with in his personal chambers 
and he leans over to lay a hand of comfort on Spectre’s head, "I am sure 
they were both proud and distressed at same time. The folly of youth I 
suppose, You likely could have been a great warrior of your people as well 
had you worked with your pride rather than on your own." He comments on a 
what-if. "So how did the Jedi come to take a liking to you. I mean yes you 
are a likeable enough chap I've not discarded you to menial labors myself, 
but how did you two meet?" He motions to the fire giving Spectre leave to 
curl up there, if he likes. 

Spectre curls up by the fire. But now he becomes silent. Something tells him 
to be quiet a small voice that refuses to be snuffed out completely. He 
curls up tight waiting for the pain for not answering. 

Sato Prine drops the leash letting Spectre have his won will more for a 
moment, "Too tired to talk my sentient pet?" He coos and waves to a Bith 
Slave, "Food for us both." He orders. 

Spectre looks up at Sato surprised. But he doesn't look a gift wookiee in 
the mouth and waits for the food. Sadly he looks at how far he has fallen. 
"I am never to be a warrior again?" 

"Is that your wish? It seems any time I try to ferret that out you hide from 
me in your depression. I am not so unreasonable a master. Yes I have great 
plans for you my pet but one thing at a time. You must needs get used to 
submission first and you have much pride that needs dealt with." Cabal 
explains with a wizard’s patience. 

Spectre growls softly, "A feline's pride is born in and always there...it 
can never be truly taken away." Oh that was stupid. He may be still alive 
but it seems he has much to learn. It may not be easy to turn this one....or 
perhaps it will be very easy. 

Sato Prine chuckles lightly almost in mirror to the crackling of the logs on 
the fire, "There is difference between dealing with and channeling pride 
like a fined honed edge and destroying it. I do not seek to destroy you 
Spectre, nor before you was it my intent to destroy Tai Jinn. But I will be 
true to my oath as you have to yours. I will forge in you the ability to be 
a greater warrior than ever you dreamed. You will be hero as your people 
sing about in ballads of old." 

Spectre begins to relax a little, not sure what to think. He just wishes his 
friends were here. Perhaps he should have listened to them. He tries holding 
onto his own soul....he won't let this be warped. 

Sato Prine harrumphs a little let down at Spectre's lack of enthusiasm, "Not 
interested eh? All great warriors had a master and served some one My pet." 

Spectre looks at Sato and snarls. He then lowers his head back down, "I will 
NOT be evil....My people will never sing about one who sold himself!" 

Sato Prine snorts amusement at the snarl and retort, "History is painted by 
the victor. IF you save your people from the cruel and evil Corporation then 
it is you that will get to instruct them about the benevolence of the Sith 
and how as our ward you will lead their planet to greatness as part of the 
empire." 

Spectre bristles, clearly wanting to fight but he soon calms, 
"Trianii....cannot be bought...." 

Sato Prine snorts again at the naiveté in that, "So just what has transpired 
between you and I then Spectre. What did you sell to me to keep your friends 
safe? What did I buy and do you mean to say that your planet your people the 
Trianii have no interest in being free of the Corporation you gave your 
freedom, sold your freedom in failed attempt to stop?" 

Spectre becomes confused and frowns, "They want to be free....but if you 
make them slaves then there is no difference than if the corporate sector 
did it." 

The food comes and bowl of meat is offered to Spectre and same actually to 
Prine. He begins to chew as he speaks both voraciously. "So you see no 
advantage to yourself or your people in your service to me? Only mistake 
paid for to save your precious Jedi?" 

Tears fall from the Trianii's eyes, "But you would make them 
slaves.....Please let them have their dignity. The Trianii would serve 
faithfully then. Allow them to live their lives freely." 

Sato Prine tilts his head as if talking to child that has not been 
listening, "Did I not say it would be you that would rule their as 
representative of the Sith. How you ensure your people would serve the 
empire would be your decision and in turn you would answer to me if they 
failed you but if they did not fail we would meet very infrequently you and 
I." 

Spectre nods a little, seeming to relax a bit more. "I would be free? NO 
more hunters after me?" 

Sato Prine gives Spectre a long hard look as if to say, duh! "Do you think 
the corporation would dare touch you or your world if it were known to be a 
subject world of the Sith?" 

Spectre shakes his head, "I understand your point...master and I obey...." 

Sato Prine holds out his hand and allows rushes of the force to ruffle 
Spectre's fur as if the dark force were surrounding and caressing him in its 
own form of comfort. "Eat up my pet, you will soon need your strength." 

Spectre lowers his black maw toward the meet and eats rather hungrily. 
Luckily he has enough sense to chew the food and not wolf it down. The 
ruffling of his fur by the force ends up causing the feline to purr. Yes 
he's a good housecat. 

Sato Prine grins at the purr knowing it hard to fake or for the creature to 
lie about that. He keeps the action up as his eyes flutter close in 
semblance of rest. 

Spectre finishes his meal and moves unbidden over to Sato's feet. HE lays on 
the colder ground pretty much offering his frame as a foot rest/warmer. 
Sato's workings of Spectre when he was 'dead' seem to have worked well. 
Quietly a he speaks. "M-master....my name is Mrmresh...." 
END LOG