2008-10-12 - Chained Heat

The Main Hall of the Palace is a large space but, architecturally, feels incommodious. Most of the room is shrouded in haze and shadow except for the dais where the palace's owner holds court at the center of the room. There are numerous beings hiding in the shadows; criminal scum of the Galaxy who have been brought here for one reason or another. The walls are covered with a wide assortment of personal trophies belonging to the palace's owner. Here and there, some of them are illuminated revealing ancient weapons, precious artifacts, and the occasional preserved corpse of a favored slave concubine.
A Hutt Palace ... it's moments like these that tend to make people like Rena re-think her life every so often. However, it's hard to guess what she's thinking just now as she sits on the floor, one leg stretched out and the other knee raised so that her hands are poised upon it. Her head leans back against the stone wall and her eyes are closed for the moment - for all the world the redhead appears to be meditating.
A pool of dingy light shines on the spot where she sits, and strangely the jabbering, raunchy crowd of sentients seems to be avoiding her. Rena shifts ever so slightly, causing the chains binding her wrists to clink together.
Yoruba and Yoruba's Droid enter the main hall from the hangar. Sliding up onto the dais, the Hutt licks his lips and chuckles. In Huttese: "ho ho ho. You have finally arrived. I told you there was a price in the Galaxy that would make you come to me. Ho ho ho."
Nashtah Sing stands in front of the great Yoruba's Dais. She holds her rifle in her hand with the barrel pointed to the ground and the huntress has a dark visage expression on her face. She looks to the hutt and speaks "I have brought the jedi padawan Rena as your bounty requested.
Rena's eyes remain closed, and she does not move from her spot as she listens to the slithering noise of the Hutt's entrance. A faint shiver, perhaps of disgust passes briefly through her frame.
Keen, dark eyes finally open slowly, and the girl inclines her head to regard the Hutt himself. A smirk begins to grow: "Well, if it isn't his Royal Lowest," she murmurs.
Her gaze drifts over to Nashtah Sing: "I think you'll find no price you put on my head is worth the trouble I'm gonna cause you."
"Ho ho ho! So you have, powder female. So you have. Ho ho ho. Droid! Come, translate. Tell this ugly one she has earned her creds. Tell the spitfire, she will now speak only when I command it or I will punish her."
The droid waddles forward. "Bounty hunter. My master bids you thanks. You have done a man's work and earned the bounty. Slave concubine, our master commands that you do not speak or he will withhold from you the delights of the harem."
Nashtah stands in a relaxed manner wearing a black robe that dawns from her neck down to her feet and the fur-line hood she has is hanging behind her neck. The huntress moves forward to the droid in order to collect the bounty and then finally she steps back and looks to the hutt and asks "Are there any other bounties that you have need of or was the padawan it?"
A choked laugh escapes Rena. Shifting a little in place, she cocks her head to one side and regards the droid quite skeptically: "Is that supposed to /discourage/ me from speaking??" There truly is a hint of sarcastic outrage in her tone as she narrows her eyes at the Hutt.
Grinning as Nashtah collects her bounty, the redhead makes a gesture with her hands and adds: "Oh, I'd send her after your most expensive bounties if I were you. She saves you money in the long run by damaging goods recklessly and getting you a discount on price."
The Hutt shakes his head, as well as a Hutt can. "Maybe, but not today. Good good <Hutt expletive>. Maybe I'll see you around sometime. Droid, give her the bounty so she can be on her way! You, spitfire, I told you to shut up. Open your mouth again and I'll force you to watch active droids dissolve in the acid vats!"
The droid gives Nashtah a cred stick. "My master has no further business at his time but looks forward to dealing with you again. Slave concubine, please be silent. Our master will force you to watch me dissolve in a vat of acid if you do not remain silent."
The huntress ignores what Rena said as now she is a mere slave to the hutt and possibly more than just a slave once he is through with her. She listens to the droid and she steps backs slgihtly and looks to Rena while speaks to Yoruba "I suggest keeping this one on a tight leash as she has powerful friends, you may also need a leash for her tongue as well. I think if okay with you, I will rest a bit in your audience chamber for a little"
One eyebrow quirks as Rena watches the Hutt and listens to his repulsive speech. Regarding the droid once again for a moment, she finally gives a reluctant shrug and glances down at her nails to polish at them non-chalantly: "I'm done - for the moment." She prefers not to be the cause of pain to anyone, even droids.
The redhead smirks a bit, though she does not look at Nashtah as she requests leave to remain behind in the main hall. It would be interesting to hear the answer at least, whatever it might be.
"Ho ho ho. Fine, rest here if you want. Don't blame me if your fellow scum decide you're cute or something decides your tasty." Looking at Rena, Yoruba slides off his dais towards her. "HO HO HO! Pretend all you want, spitfire. You have submitted and forged the first link in the chain between us! Droid, stop cowering. You cannot escape your death by hiding from me. Tell the spitfire the bargain!"
The droid comes forward from a shadow. "Huntress, my master bids you welcome in his home and hopes you will have... a pleasant stay. Slave concubine. My master offers you your freedom if you will undress, wear a neck shackle, and dance when requested until the suns set tomorrow evening."
Nashtah nods to the hutt slips off to an alcove and sits down setting some supplies down but also giving herself a little view to the interaction between the hutt and Rena...
Looking up from her nails, the girl clenches her jaw a little as the Hutt slithers closer to her. Drawing a slow, even breath in, she looks up at the ... creature and his droid without much of a flinch though. Narrowing her dark eyes, she says grimly: "I will never agree to that." The reply is simple, quiet and well measured to sound calm. Now, she awaits his reaction once more, still unmoved from her possition and unwilling to stand at attention to Yoruba, let alone show any sign of respect.
"Spitfire, the act cannot go on. You will appreciate me because I appreciate you... all of you... ho ho ho. Here, take a thousand creds. Think about how many more I have to give you when you decide you do as I say. Ho ho ho. Droid, talk." The Hutt reaches into a fold of fat and withdraws a cred stick which he tosses at Rena.
"My master says you are welcome to stay as long as you like, slave concubine. The offer of your freedome stands and my master is willing to reward you along the way for the delights he allows you to give him."
Rena catches the cred stick and chuckles, fingering it darkly: "You allow me? That's an interesting way to put it...." Here the girl pauses and turns her palm upwards. Suddenly the cred stick begins floating in mid air above her hand and she gives a light wave. The money sails right back to Yoruba and floats before his grotesque nose: "I don't want your filthy money, you slinking slime-bucket! Shackled or not, you can't take me. I'm Free." 
"Ho ho ho! HO HO HO! Your tricks amuse me, spitfire. Here, do that again!" Yoruba, tosses another cred stick at the girl.
The cred stick comes right back at Rena and she catches it. A twitch in her left eyelid might indicate how she feels about amusing the Hutt, but slowly a smile begins to spread: "I have other tricks too, you know. A few tricks up my sleeve..." She sails the cred stick back at Yoruba and quickly, a blaster flies out of the holster of one of his ruthless cronies on the sidelines, zooming through the air directly at Yoruba's head. All of course guided by the smooth gesture of Rena's hand and the fierce glare of her eyes.
The blaster slaps against the Hutt's head and Yoruba is momentarily dazed. The droid comes forward. "Master Yoruba!" The Hutt shakes his head a moment and starts laughing as he pushes the droid to the ground.
"Spitfire! How many objects can you juggle at a time? I should start a circus with you as the main event. Kashkah! Go, find some Tuskens and steal their banthas! Slava! Yes, you! Don't look at me that way! Go, kidnap some Jawas. We will get them addicted to spice again. Remember the last time. Ho ho ho! Ah! Everyone, stop moving. I am bored with that idea already. Guards, take the spitfire to the harem. Tell the other slave concubines to put her in something more appropriate."
The droid gets to its feet and translates. "Slave concubine. My master has decided it is time you change clothing. Please go with the guards. The other slave concubines will help."
Nastah makes it past some of the guards and slips out of main hall and past the large blast gates to the hot desert.
A shudder of satisfaction as the blaster hits Yoruba goes through Rena, but her face pales slightly as he begins to laugh. Not the reaction she was expecting perhaps. Watching the action around her briefly, the redhead's brow furrows as she concentrates on the confusion only to be interrupted by the droid once more. Forcing herself back into the devil-may-care attitude she started with, Rena slowly rises to her feet in one smooth movement and turns to follow. However, a fierce light glints in her dark eyes and she decides to risk stepping near Yoruba. Head held proudly, she says evenly: "You'll regret this."
"Ho ho ho. HO HO HO! Take her below. Bring her up back when she's wearing some more appealing. Not too much. But enough. Ho ho ho. I will invite that <Hutt expletive> Vordo to come visit me. He will see what a real Hutt looks like." Yoruba slides back up onto his dais and watches the Guards escort Rena towards the harem.
Category:October 2008 RP Logs