2008-10-03 - Tatooine Heat

This gigantic hanger area comprises a series of loading stages and repair bays, scattered rather haphazardly inside the enormous dome. Many of them are sealed away by pillars and walls of plastoid, securing the privacy (and secrecy) of the goings-on there, and a bank of blast doors prevent easy passage into and out of them. Droids and engineers form an ever present stream of activity from one bay to the next; while crewmen and captains perhaps linger in the alcoves and offices attached to each.
One entire side of the hanger is open to the desert; the massive window providing room enough for several ships at once to queue for departure, though is it noticeable that rarely are there too many such ships in plain view. A command station looks down upon the hanger floor from a booth carved into the wall, and now and again the sound of a muffled speaker echoes instructions to the staging platforms. As such, it is not hard to imagine a quick take-off taking place in such a badly organised place; with or without permission from the command booth.
Anneke? Well, she got Shanghaied, or is this Tatooined? But she's here now, protesting about the outfit but apparently Nissa was able to get her to change. She pulls the shawl over her head and across her face in case of dust in the port, and starts to look around.
A female Calamarian stands not far from Anneke. She leans slightly against one of the fighter ships, looking a bit uncomfortable. Could it be the dress, or perhaps the location? Probably the latter...she does come from a planet covered entirely in water. Deserts are...hot.
Yoruba appears at the opening of the entrance tunnel. A droid is with him. He smiles broadly at the sight of so many here to give him attention and he slides forward towards them. He chuckles and says in Huttese: "Ho ho ho. So many suckers in the Galaxy. One is born every minute, it is true."
Yoruba's droid translates. "Greetings all. My master welcomes you to Tatooine and thanks the females in your party for answering his call. The auditions will begin immediately."
Another young female emerges from a ship and closes the hatch behind her. Icey blue eyes pass over the other females present and a glimmer of a smirk plays on her lips. Inclining her head toward the Hutt and his droid fearlessly as he approaches, the redhead gives a respectful nod and says: "I'm sure lookin' forward to it." Flicking a wrinkle out of her sleek dress as she steps forward now.
Anneke looks over towards the redhead and smiles, waving towards her as she moves over and whispers something to the other girl, actually blushing a bit. But then she looks towards the translator droid and offers a curtsey. "Er.. thank you." She says, bowing her head towards the hutt.
The Calamarian steps carefully away from the ship she's leaning against, making her way to stand with the others. Large golden eyes turn attention on the droid and Hutt, and she inclines her head politely. "Thank you for taking the time to see us," she says.
Yoruba slides foward towards the assembled beings, having eyes only for the female humanoid shapes among them. In Huttese he says, "females, come forward. I want to see how you look. If you're pretty, I'll give you the honor of joining my harem as a concubine."
The droid translates for his master. "My master bids the females in your group to come forward to audition for the entertainment position."
Anneke whispers to Rena.
The icey eyes of the redhead pass between the other two nearby, and an almost feral smirk plays on her lips briefly as the droid translates for his master. Eyeing the Hutt keenly, she wipes that expression off and simply holds her head up confidently. Passing by Anneke, she returns the whisper briefly after listening.
Rena whispers to Anneke.
Biting her lower lip and looking between Nissa and Rena for a moment, Anneke readjusts her shawl so her face then shows, and waits to walk forward with the others. She folds her hands in front of herself. Head inclined respectfully.
Nissa remains quiet, her expression calm. As the others step forward, she slowly follows as well.
Yoruba slides in front of the redhead, Anneke, and Nissa. After a long moment, he points at Nissa. In Huttese, "you, fish. Undress for me now. I want to see if your body is any more attractive than your face."
The droid hesitates for less than a second. "Mon Calamari female, my master desires to see you unclothed to judge if you are attractive enough to enter his employ."
Rena (the redhead's) eyes widen, and one eyebrow arches in angry surprise. Taking on a stance that smacks of attitude, she places her hands akimbo and glares at the droid: "Okay, you tin-can: You can tell your boss that what he /sees/" she motions to her outfit with a sweep of her right hand, "Is what he gets!" Tossing her head a little, she gives the Mon Cal and Anneke a meaningful glance that says: "Am I right?"
Even hearing that, Anneke blushes deeply, biting her lower lip once more, to regain her composure, and taking a very deep breath. Her eyes dart between Rena, and then Nissa, gauging their reactions. Though there's some courage gained by Rena's assertion, and she quickly bobs her head in agreement, fidgeting further with her shawl.
The expression in the Mon Cal's golden eyes doesn't change, but perhaps the slightly annoyed tilt of her weight to one side makes her answer clear enough. She gives a sharp incline of her head to the redhead. "You heard the woman," she says simply.
Yoruba's attention switches immediately from Nissa to Rena. With a wave, he dismisses the Mon Calamari. In Huttese: "refuse if you want. I wasn't going to hire you anyway. If you want to reject kindness by showing interest in you, it is your loss." To Rena, he chuckles. Again in Huttese, "ho ho ho. You are a spitfire, little redhead. Take off your clothes and dance for me now and I will give you ten thousand credits along with a place in my harem."
The droid translates. "Mon Calamari female, my master respects your decision to decline and bids you farewell. Redheaded human, my master offers you ten thousand credits if you will proceed with the audition, undress yourself and dance for him."
The redhead's eyes sweep in Nissa's direction curiously, wondering what her reaction will be now. Smirking toward the Hutt though, she lowers her eyelids in an almost sultry fashion with a smirk: "I told you - what you see is what you get," she says this evenly, and low. "Ten thousand credits ain't enough to buy my humilliation. You want that kind of service, you go buy yourself a slave..." And with a smartalicky shrug, she begins to turn as if she will leave here and now.
Anneke's eyes move once more between Rena and Nissa, though otherwise remain downcast in a demure sort of fashion. Only once getting the courage to look back up and see how the Hutt reacts to Rena's words now. Still, she also nods slightly with the redhead's words. Apparently agreeing with them.
Nissa tilts her head slightly as the droid speaks again, simply shrugging. Her attention turns to Rena and Anneke, waiting to see how they respond. She seems satisfied with their decision, turning to leave as well
Yoruba regards Rena for a long time and finally says in Huttese, "all beings have a price, spitfire, even you. Unfortunately, I have other business. Otherwise, I would buy your submission on the spot." Sliding over in front of Anneke, the Hutt inspects her top to bottom. "What about you? Bah, you're from the Core. I can smell its stench on you. Go back where you came from, all of you!" The Hutt turns and slides away towards the entrance.
Remaining behind, the droid says, "females, my master thanks you again for coming to audition. He wishes you all well and hopes you have a safe journey back to your homeworlds."
Rena smirks and inclines her head to the droid: "Thank you." Is all she says quietly. No hint of emotion really shows on her face, but she nods to the others, indicating their ships with a point of her chin smoothly. And with that, she turns heel and strolls off toward her own shuttle.
Anneke? Well, she follows along with the Mon Calamari, right towards that ship. It's the one she came in on! Though she pauses, looking towards Rena for a moment, "Oh! Wait a moment!" She calls out to the Redhead. Looking to Nissa and holding up a finger, then looking back to Rena and scurrying over there to Rena if she waits.
Rena pauses abruptly and turns to face Anneke. Taking a few silent steps toward her, the young woman smiles quizzically: "What is it? Something wrong?"
Nissa says nothing in regard to the Hutt or the droid, though her step might certainly say 'Enjoy rusting in the sand, droid'. She moves towards her own fighter, before she pauses, looking to Rena and Anneke.
"No, I just needed to talk to you a moment if I could." The girl says to Rena. Her shawl now being pulled back across her face to hide it from dust and sun. Then, after a moment she says, "Maybe in private though. I need to ask you you something. Hopefully something you'll have fun with too." She says, hopefully.
Rena's ice-blue eyes glimmer in the sunlight and she gives a reassuring nod to the Mon Cal nearby. Waving toward her shuttle, she smiles: "Come aboard Freewind and we can talk there a bit if you like." And with that, she unlocks the ship and the hatch lowers, giving them a ramp to climb aboard on. Strolling up silently, she motions Nissa to follow if she likes.
Anneke waves briefly to Nissa before following Rena in...
The Calamarian pauses for a moment, before heading for the shuttle
Category:October 2008 RP Logs