2008-10-12 - Chained Heat (IV)

PART ONE
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.
Yoruba is on his dais, taking a mid afternoon nap.
Rena strolls with the silent stealth of a cat into the main hall room and eyes the sleeping Hutt with a smirk. It would be Oh so easy to pull something just now. The room is so deathly quiet as no one would dare disturb his rest. Pausing, she turns to face him and straightens the gold bracelet around her arm, contemplating the situation...
The room isn't completely empty. Vizuun never did leave after finishing his business with the Hutt. Having managed to find himself a drink elsewhere, the Nikto strolls back into the throne room in time to see the woman standing there. "Plottin something, sweetie?" he asks, his voice ringing clear across the quiet room. "Not something I'd suggest."
The Hutt adjusts his position on the dais and rubs his nose. "Mmmm, Spitfire... yes yes!"
The redhead's eyes dart in the direction of Vizuun and she tenses up conciderably. However, realising that it's the Nikto, she gives him a sulking look that says it all: "Oh, it's just /you/."
Fingering the annoying metal shackle around her neck, her shoulders relax a bit and she walks away from the Hutt with shrug as he speaks behind her. Eying Vizuun grimly she shoots back: "What do you know?"
"Ho ho ho. Precious droid! Don't you know... I will never part with you. Ho ho ho. Mmmmm...." The Hutt is getting restless and could wake at any moment.
Vizuun returns Rena's look with a sneer of his own. Sipping his drink, he continues his stroll further into the room and gives the Hutt an odd look as Yoruba murmurs in his sleep. "You wouldn't make it as far as the door, honey, even if you did manage to do somethin about the Hutt. Best you get used to yer new home, eh."
One of Yoruba's eyes opens while the other remains closed.
"I won't be here forever!" Rena says evenly, taking a step toward Vizuun, a threatening glimmer in her dark eyes flashing now. Her voice stops short as the Hutt murmurs again in his sleep and she half turns to look back at him briefly, completely missing that one eye is open. "You're all going to pay for this, I promise you," she clenches her jaw and gestures at the Nikto with her fist angrily.
Yoruba's other lid starts to slide up, revealing another huge golden eye. "Mmmmm. Mmmmm."
Vizuun drops his free hand down to rest on the hilt of the sword hanging at his side. "I'm sure, toots. Well, you'll see. Anybody comes around after you, they'll get sent back to wherever they came from." He pauses and a grim smile appears on his face. "If they're lucky."
As their master awakens, the servants and hanger-ons and droids and guards and all those present begin to come back to life to attend to Yoruba. Kashkah slips out of the harem, buttoning up his clothes, and heads for Rena with a chain.
The redhead's face begins to pale as Vizuun speaks and moves his hand to rest on the hilt of his sword. It is not the sword, but the thought of her friends that disturbs her. Her lips part to reply, but Kashkah begins moving her way with the chain and something inside of her just snaps. "Oh no you don't..." she almost snarls, making a break for it to try and run from the room.
"Ho ho ho!"
Vizuun's grip tightens on the sword's hilt but he doesn't move to intercept the woman. Instead he simply watches to see what the Hutt and his people will do. Besides, the woman couldn't get far anyway. They were surrounded by a desert, afterall.
"Ho ho ho! Spitfire, you are too beautiful to be roasted alive out there, under the suns or over a Tusken cook fire. Ho ho ho!"
Laughter erupts from a number of the henchman and other scum around the room and no matter where Rena turns, someone catches her or shoves her back into the middle of the room. Finally, she gets shoved one very hard push and falls right into Vizuun, pushed right back to where she began. Kashkah practically pounces on her now and locks the chain onto her collar and delivers the end of it to Yoruba with a bow.
Vizuun's drink falls to the ground as he reaches out and grasps Rena by the shoulders. For half a second, he holds her, glaring into her eyes before roughly shoving her back toward the place she'd started from. "I expected more from you than that pathetic attempt. Whose teachin you runts these days?" he growls.
Rena winces as she is gripped by the shoulders by Vizuun... this is sure to leave a bruise or two. When she is pushed back, something really seems to flare up inside of her and she shudders with anger. Holding out her hand, she pinches two fingers together and snarls: "Nobody taught me this, believe me!"
<FONT color="#FFFF00">COMBAT:</FONT> Rena begins to choke Vizuun.
<FONT color="#FFFF00">COMBAT:</FONT> Vizuun begins to choke, but resumes breathing with a gasp.
"Ho ho ho. Spitfire, stop that and come here." Hand over hand, Yoruba pulls in the chain until he's gripping the link connected to Rena's shackle. "There is no reason for suicide, Spitfire, and no reason for violence. You know what you must do if you want to leave. If you are betting on some rescue by what friends you have, remembmer, they will be in danger when they come. They might get hurt. You can prevent that, by submitting for your freedome. Ho ho ho. Submit and be free."
Vizuun's breath catches in his throat and he chokes for a moment. Luckily it doesn't last long and the Nikto comes through the ordeal with little trouble. Raising one hand to rub his throat, the Nikto grins. "Nice try, little girl. Yer lucky you belong to the Hutt now. Otherwise I'd have that hand of yours for myself. Maybe both of 'em." The dark red tongue that slips out to lick his lips leaves little to the imagination as far as what he might do with the woman's hands.
Rena pulls and fights the chain and pull of Yoruba, but can't possibly keep her footing. Much to her chagrine, her attack was only a pathetic attempt after all, and she is drawn away from the completely unhurt Vizuun toward the Hutt. Unwilling to keep her back to the slimy beast, she turns to face him and grips the chain to pull back: "I told you already that I will Never, NEVER submit to you! Give it up!"
The amusement melts out of Yoruba. Giving Rena some slack, he secures to the chain to his dais. "DROID! Where are you?"
Vizuun crosses his arms over his chest and watches to see what the Hutt is going to do with the woman.
A wince travels through Rena as Yoruba shouts for his droid and he fastens her chain to the dais. Not being a coward, she doesn't move far, but she does back away from him warily. Poised to get further away if need be.
The droid appears and Yoruba slides towards it, backing it against a wall. "Droid, prove to me now you are completely useless." Looking over his shoulder, or what passes for a Hutt's shoulder, he smiles at Rena. "Spitfire, are you sure you don't want to submit for your freedom?"
Clutching her chain grimly, Rena glares at Yoruba: "You've heard my answer. Nothing you or any of your cronies can do will make me change my mind." Her reply is even until her glance flickers toward Vizuun. The Nikto almost makes her more nervous than the Hutt it seems.
The Nikto smirks as Yoruba deals with his droid and continues to question Rena. "Might wanna consider his offer, toots. Looks to me like its the only way to make sure you don't get hurt." He grins again. "But yer waitin on that rescue, ain't you? I gotta say, I'm lookin forward to it myself." he winks at the woman when she looks his way.
The droid has seen this before and knows his time is up... unless Rena submits. "Slave concubine Spitfire... I beg you, please! Oh dear, please submit!"
The droid continues begging as Yoruba balls his fists and starts throwing punches as the cheap droid's weak body.
<FONT color="#FFFF00">COMBAT:</FONT> You lash out at Yoruba's Droid with your fists!
<FONT color="#FFFF00">COMBAT:</FONT> Yoruba's Droid tries to dodge, but Yoruba hits and mildly wounds it.
<FONT color="#FFFF00">COMBAT:</FONT> Yoruba's Droid lashes out at Yoruba with its fists!
<FONT color="#FFFF00">COMBAT:</FONT> Yoruba blocks Yoruba's Droid's attack.
"Better close your eyes and cover your ears, Spitfire. Ho ho ho. Hold still droid."
Vizuun unsettles Rena's confidence, but she holds her head up sternly: "You'll be laughing out the other side of your mouth when this is all through!" Though she might say more, the droid's cries as Yoruba begins to beat him causes a look of dismay to enter her fair features: "Stop! Stop it!" She cries out, coming quickly to the end of her chain before she can reach them.
Suddenly her eyes widen and she holds a hand to her forehead, almost looking faint: "Graham..." she says breathlessly, "I knew you would come for me..."
Vizuun laughs along with the other memebers of the Hutt's court as Yoruba beats the droid. Rena's cries only cause many of those gathered to laugh harder. That little bit about Graham that the woman says goes unheard by the Nikto.
Yoruba continues the beating for a few moments while the droid cries and begs for mercy. "Slave... ubine... spitefire... aaldakdad <static> submit, pleeeeeease!"
<FONT color="#FFFF00">COMBAT:</FONT> You lash out at Yoruba's Droid with your fists!
<FONT color="#FFFF00">COMBAT:</FONT> Yoruba's Droid tries to dodge, but Yoruba hits and mildly wounds it.
<FONT color="#FFFF00">COMBAT:</FONT> Yoruba's Droid lashes out at Yoruba with its fists!
<FONT color="#FFFF00">COMBAT:</FONT> Yoruba blocks Yoruba's Droid's attack.
The Hutt wipes sweat from his brow and slides back from the battered droid. "Spitfire, enough? Or do you need to see more?"
Rena seems weak. Her mind is racing from Yoruba pummeling his droid to the vicious laughter around her and now ... whatever is going through her mind. A truly dismayed look crosses her features as she holds her head, dropping to her knees: "No, no!" she pleads in a whisper, "Not alone... just don't come alone..."
Suddenly snapping back to attention, she glares at the Hutt: "Your efforts to sway me are pathetic," the girl trembles. " Help is on the way. Now my friends know I'm on this planet! They'll swarm in here like hornets before you know it!"
Vizuun laughs louder as Rena declares that help is on the way. "And they'll be crushed like insects when they come." he says, holding out a claw-tipped metal hand and clenching it into a fist as he speaks. "Maybe some o' them Jedi friends of yers will be there. I look forward to cuttin them up."
The Hutt's head jerk's towards Rena and then towards the blast doors. "Ho ho ho. Kashkah, the chain. We are leaving, now. Our journey will begin a little sooner than I had expected. But it is no problem." The Hutt's chief enforcer hands the end of the chain to Yoruba who is already heading towards the hanger. "Nikto, we take your ship. Lets go." Yoruba pauses. "Droid... you may stay here and welcome our uninvited guest."
The Nikto shrugs as the Hutt announces their sudden departure. "Alright then. This way." With one hand resting on his weapon, Vizuun starts toward the hangar bay doors. Once there, he makes his way toward his ship to get things ready to go.
PART TWO
The modest lounge area of the ship is little more than a necessary afterthought of design. Providing a few chairs and a long couch near a simple steel table for eating, talking, or just relaxation. The seating is not the most comfortable, but it is softer than the steel floor, and the food and drink dispensors can provide basic, if bland, nourishment on longer journeys. Across from the basic lounge are the entrances to the head, as well as the two crew cabins which hold three bunks in each. The Captain's Cabin, which also holds two bunks, is around a corner near the top hatch airlock.
The Hutt leads his party aboard ship and heads for the Lounge. "Nikto, get us out of here now. Don't tell me where we are going in front of Spitfire."
Vizuun nods and slaps the control to close the ship's doors. That done, he turns and heads down the corridor toward the cockpit.
Rena is dragged along, fighting the whole way onto the ship. But at last she is gotten on board and Vizuun heads for the Cockpit. Dismayed, Rena looks like she wants to strike out at the Hutt with her fists.
<FONT color="#FFFF00">COMBAT:</FONT> Rena lashes out at Yoruba with her fists!
<FONT color="#FFFF00">COMBAT:</FONT> Yoruba tries to block, but Rena hits and mildly wounds him..
Yoruba scuffles with his slave concubine for a few moments. She lands some blows and the Hutt slides back. "Ho ho ho. Spitfire, you live up to the name I have given you every moment we are together."
Once the ship is underway, Vizuun heads back through the ship and enters the lounge just in time to see the scuffle between Yoruba and Rena. He leans against the door frame, content to watch until the Hutt needed some help.
Giving up, Rena falls back and goes to the end of her chain after striking the Hutt to no avail. She only entertains him. Sighing, she drops back onto the long couch at the side of the lounge and sits gloomily: "You can't win, Yoruba... You /can't/ win." Is all she says, glancing back over at the Nikto now.
Yoruba settles in on the deck, his eyes fixes on Rena. "Ho ho ho. Let me know when you are ready to leave, Spitfire. You know what to do to tell me."
Vizuun chuckles as the woman falls back onto the couch and returns her glance with a glare of his own. "We should be there in a little while, Yoruba. I didn't see anybody followin before we made the jump to lightspeed, so we should be ok."
Ignoring the Hutt's words and disregarding Vizuun, Rena props her feet up on the couch and settles in for the ride, looking decidedly away from the others. She drapes her arm atop the couch's back and simply falls to thinking it seems.
Yoruba glances at Vizuun. "Does this bucket have a sound system. I am bored. Spitfire, off your bottom and dance." To emphasize the point, the Hutt tugs on the chain, but only enough to make some noise."
Rena's dark eyes glance sidelong at Yoruba as her chain is rattled, but she does nothing more than shift on her seat and cross one leg over the other calmly.
Vizuun turns back to the Hutt and shakes his head. "Ain't got no use for music. If you need some sound, maybe make her sing, too." he turns his attention back to Rena and smiles.
Yoruba nods at the Nikto and rattles the chain again. "Do you sing Spitfire? At the very least, stand up and turn around. I want to look at you."
Spitefully, Rena rises to her feet once more and stands for the Hutt to look at her. She gives both he and Vizuun hard stares before a wave of relaxation passes over her and she does in fact begin to sing. Not an even keeled or pleasant song - but one of quiet defiance:
 Got to fight another fight - I gotta run another night 
 Get it out - check it out 
 I'm on my way and I don't feel right 
 I gotta get me back - I can't be beat and that's a fact 
 It's OK - I'll find a way 
 You ain't gonna take me down, no way! 
 Don't judge a thing until you know what's inside it 
 Dont' push me - I'll fight it! 
 Never gonna give in - never gonna give it up no... 
 If you can't catch a wave then you're never gonna ride 
 You can't come uninvited 
 Never gonna give in - never gonna give up no... 
 You can't take me I'm Free!
Vizuun laughs so hard he nearly chokes as the woman sings her song. When she's finally finished, the Nikto turns his attention to Yoruba. "If you ever get tired of this one, pass her on to me. I like 'em with a bit of fire." That could certainly be taken more than one way.
The Hutt actually looks pleased with this song. When Rena is finished, he slaps his fat hands together. "Ho ho ho! Spitfire! The creds we could make together... as partners! Let us start a circus. You will juggle without hands and sing at the same time while wearing your bikini!"
Yoruba glances at the Nikto and shrugs. "Get your own Spitfire, or convince this one to take off her bikini and earn her freedom."
The redhead remains standing as she lets her gaze pass defiantly between Vizuun and Yoruba, as if daring either of them to try and "convince" her to do any such thing. However, instead of saying anything to that effect, she gives the chain in her hand a slight, but irritated flick: "So - are we there yet ... wherever we're going?"
As if in answer to Rena's question, a chime sounds and Vizuun grins. "Matter of fact, we are." He turns to Yoruba and sighs. "Well, we'll be spending a lot of time together. Between the two of us, we'll convince her soon enough. Eventually she'll learn ain't nobody gonna save her." Chuckling to himself, he goes to bring the ship out of hyperspace.
The Hutt shrugs at the Nikto. "Time is not on our side, unfortunately. Soon, I must go to the dig to face down that Core <Huttese expletive>. If Spitfire doesn't submit by then... ho ho ho."
After bringing the Vagabond out of hyperspace and getting the ship settled in its new temporary landing area, Vizuun returns to the lounge. "We're all set. Ain't nobody that can find us here, but just in case, I've got something special stowed away nearby that should make us all but invisible." He cocks his head and grins at Rena. "Now you really are all alone."
Rena remains standing proudly, but her gaze is lowered. It's been a long, long day... and things are not turning in her favor. It's all she can do to bear up just now and not give into her emotions. She simply waits now to be lead from the ship to her new temporary home.
Yoruba tilts his head to the side, as far as he can, and looks up into Rena's face. "Spitfire, why so glum? Ho ho ho. Kick up your leg. Do the splits. Bend over in front of me. I will give you a thousand credits."
With a wave, the Hutt sends his guards to the cargo bay. "Go, settle in. We are not leaving here for a while."
Still glaring at Rena, Vizuun moves to stand next to Yoruba. Leaning in closer than most beings would care to be, he whispers something to the Hutt.
Vizuun whispers: We've got enough supplies to last us a couple of days out here, but no more than a week. I've got another ship nearby if we need to resupply. And extra men on hand in case anyone does manage to find us.
You whisper, "Before we left Tatooine, I posted another bounty and directed hunters towards Nar Shaddaa to collect. Hopefully that will draw off who is hunting us. We need not stay here long." to Vizuun.
Though Rena's fire remains, she can't seem to muster enough ferosity to fight the Hutt's will just now. Dancing is mild compared to what else he might request. Tired as she is, she begins to dance as requested, her athletic figure spins and turns as if moving to some imagined song. Her expression is far away and sad though... a heaviness in her eyes as her mind travels beyond the metal walls of the ship.
The dance goes on as long as the Hutt insists, and no doubt in her exhausted state, Rena will follow him wherever she is commanded later.
Straightening, Vizuun nods to the Hutt. "Sounds good to me. Just let me know when yer ready. I've got a few things to take care of, but I'll be nearby. Just send one of yer guys." With that, he turns(not without shooting another sneering grin at Rena first) and heads toward the cargo bay.
Yoruba, tired as well from their sudden exodus from Tatooine, starts to relax. His eyelids sagging, he jerks the chain. "Spitfire, come close. Keep me warm."
Too exhausted to resist the jerk, Rena is pulled over to the Hutt and drops to the floor, panting. Forced to lean against Yoruba, she closes her eyes to shut out the situation and just tries to rest now.
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