Logged Sept. 25, 2001 Logged by Sato Prine Titled: Talor Makes a Dent ****************************************************************************** Sato Prine Cha'vin Talor ****************************************************************************** Throne Room -- Cinnagar Teta 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 significant rank. Sato Prine holds court and the room breathes with Sith Warriors, functionary Lords, Nobility and other such sycophants to the High Lord of the Thethu. Near permanent sneer is worn on the Darth's face as he dispenses quick and cruel justice. Stains and even wet ichor on the floor from past eviscerations steams yet adding its particular odor to the stench of Sith justice. "Next!" Cabal reverberates in tone inhuman in volume. The Bailiff scurries down his list to announce the next who is to be permitted audience with Darth Cabal. The doors open to allow the next in the procession in. A tall man leads a group of 10 people chained together by neck collars leading to the head of the long leash in his hand. Talor approaches the Dark Lord and hits a knee bowing his head low. "Lord, for your approval the last of this month's slaves." He keeps his head low and doesn't look up yet. Sato Prine runs a slow tongue over his teeth between parted lips as is savoring the fear on the new delights that Talor has brought, "Efficient and ahead of schedule as usual, though this time I think nearing the water mark has hurried your scurry even more than its norm. Now what was out bargain?" He rhetorically toys with the Neutral Slaver. Talor sighs and raises his glance though not directly at you. "A ship at 180 0 slaves sir." He motions to the current line of humanoids. "And to seal the deal on my part I think I have collected my best crop." He stands slowly and walks to the first slave in line. "This man is highly technical and can assist you in several of your factory's." He moves to the next who is a woman. "This one has a strong will and the body to bare many children, she will make one of your general's a fine concubine." As he moves down the line one by one giving the details he has on the 10 people his voice drops a little more each time until he is barely above a whisper at the last. Sato Prine leers fondly noting Talor's correct protocol at not meeting directly the Gods gaze. He listens with minor intent though the dropped volume seems not to annoy or other wise impact Cabal. "Ah that’s right and your life back, for a time." He rubs hands together as if in growing appetite, "And your own little slave was she worth it? Are you pleased with the bargain now that its conclusion draws nigh?" He makes no judgment pleased or other wise regarding the slaves quality which is obviously high, more the ilk of Bounty hunters than simple slave trade. Cha'vin appears out from behind some furniture to sit on the floor by Sato. He is wise not to utter a sound. Talor clears his throat and moves to the front of the slaves again. He resists the urge to chuckle as he now /only/ has a year of delivering souls to the Dark Lord. "Yes sir, she is worth /everything/ I suff....gave up for her, sir." He lowers his head hoping the slip doesn't offend because another week in Sato's little shop of horror's may kill him. Talor regains some of his composure and raises his head slightly and stands silently. "Where is she?" Sato purrs ominously, "I would very much enjoy seeing how she attends to your training." He eagerly sits forward on his throne as if some how Talor would produce her from beneath his jacket. "Don’t you think it fitting that she be present when you receive your /just/ reward?" Prine toys further. Cha'vin ducks down a little. He knows better then most. When a none feline starts purring, it is better to lay low. He looks at Talor wondering who this man is....and whether he'll live much longer. Talor sighs deeply. "She stayed behind on Arkania sir." He shuffles a bit uneasily and looks to the floor as thoughts of her never returning to this planet races through his mind. "She cares not for the reward as she doesn't know the price I paid for it." His head rises slightly, the man has tempted fate by talking back before. "And if it pleases you m'lord I prefer to keep it that way." And it seems he has learned his lesson. Cabal had presumed that Talor had finished speaking and was open mouth with response as the Slaver lands the defiant little quip, "If It please me?" He catches on the contract bound with in the words themselves, "And if it not please me?" His eyes flash violently for an instant and the Darth clutches at the Thrones arms his gaunt knuckles whitening till soon release comes. "Take your 500 credits and return to the frozen cell you cage her. When you return, with her, it should be clear if at least 9 of these survive induction into our society. Then may you pick up your Tenuki Freighter to complete the contract." Oh yes one of these misunderstandings or slips in terminology is going to get him killed one of these days, of that he is sure. Talor sighs again almost imperceptibly, to the normal ear, in defeat. "As you wish." The words come from him without any tinge of sarcasm or disrespect. His eyes scan the floor as if searching for something there before he speaks again. "If I might speak freely sir?" Cha'vin listens with some interest. He wonders who this She they are talking about. But he is only a pet and a well abused one at that. Sato Prine gives Talor a double take at his impertinent question. "I think you do that all to frequently at your own peril." He cautions but with hand gesture motions that Talor should speak though no guarantees of safety from Talon's words is promised. The Cabalist reaches down with his hand to scritch at his pet, Chavin's head. Talor takes a deep breath and does his best to say this in the least offensive way possible. "Sir, if you inform her of the sacrifices I have made to keep her as my own then she will have power over me." He keeps his head bowed. "As I am sure you know you can not keep a slave in line if they do not respect you." He turns a little to the side. "I will bring her here as you wish but I plead of you to not reveal the nature of our agreement with her." Cha'vin tilts his head a little toward the petting hand. He manages to purr softly with his silverish eyes half closed. Yet he listens, knowing that it is better to accept what few affections he is given. He looks at Talor with narrowed eyes perhaps gazing a bit predatory at the weaker opponent. Sato Prine closes his eyes almost as if disappointed with what Talor has said, in that the Sith now has no excuse to further torment him. "There in lies the wisdom in your action. You have my word as Sith Lord that I will not betray you in this fashion. I merely wish to see how she fares under your tutelage if she is so rare I would look upon her once again. It is quite possible that you fared the better in our bargain slave hunter but then it is you that is the professional. We shall be silent before her but bring her." His fingers sift through Cha’vin’s fur possessively. Talor catches Cha'vin's gaze and smirks slightly considering a new jacket before the Dark Lord speaks. He bows to Cabal's words. "You are most gracious m'lord." He takes a step back and once again presents the slaves. "In your honor I present you with these slaves and my word that all will survive the indoctrination, this is most likely my best harvest yet. They have all lived life on the world of Arkania so they are familiar with hard work and a hard life." He seems in a hurry to change the subject now. Cha'vin growls lowly at the smirking Talor. His eyes narrow and a silent snarl reveals ten inch fangs. The darkened emotions clouding his usual feelings. He leans into the demeaning petting. Accepting it. Almost reveling in it as his hatred for the one before him grows. Massassi servant deposits money sack in Talor's hands with out movement form Sato as if silent communication has ensued. Cabal grips Cha’vin’s fur and wraps fingers about his ear as if displeased with the show of aggression. "We shall see." Is Sato's response to the slave’s quality? "You have my leave to depart, if there is not other jeopardous words you have to say." Bowing, as he steps back Talor shakes his head no to indicate that he has no further comments that may put his life in danger. "You are most gracious m'lord." He continues backing out until he is a suitable distance then turns and walks hurriedly out. The slaves he has left behind are of the highest quality he has delivered and seem to have been through a bit of training already. They say nothing as he leaves and keep their heads bowed already having accepted their fate. Cha'vin silences himself as his ear is gripped. He watches Talor for a few moments as he leaves and then turns his face to look up at Sato. He says nothing but is sure he's in trouble. Sato Prine simply nods watching Talor till he is will gone then turns his countenance to the new slaves, "Cha'vin, take these to the slave pit for processing. I'll not risk disease interjection into my slave population. See that they are all well hosed down, disinfected and prepared for branding." He lightly kicks the felinoid. **Curtain** END OF LOG