2008-10-12 - Chained Heat (III)

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 the Hutt is holding court this morning. Scum from across the Galaxy come forward for one reason or another. More than a few are have made a special trip to see Yoruba's new slave concubine.
"Kashkah, I don't like the way that one looked at me. Take him below and I will strangle him later! Ho ho ho!"
Spitfire - Rena - the new slave concubine stares daggers at various sentients, more or less trying to ignore the Hutt she is currently chained to. Spitefully, she grips the chain trailing from her neck with her hands and pauses in her cat like pacing to stare at Yoruba as he sends another below: "You're gonna run out of minions if you keep that up," she snaps.
Yoruba gives the chain a gentle yank. "Spitfire, I have said before. There is a sucker born every minute. Ho ho ho. How many minutes are there in every day on every place with life in this Galaxy! Have you learned any Huttese, Spitfire?"
A gentle yank from a Hutt is enough to yank the chain free from Rena's hands. Irritated, she glares at him and stands proudly, unwilling to show any cowering before him. She doesn't answer his question, as if to say: "If I /had/, I wouldn't speak it to you or anybody else!"
Yoruba snorts and summons his droid. "Droid, didn't I tell you to teach Spitfire some Huttese last night while I was sleeping? DIDN'T I? Let me guess, you decided to slip off for an oil bath with that one droid who acts like a female! Don't deny it. You've been reading the holo news from the Core, haven't you? Your 'lover' dies tonight in the acid and I'm giving you a new restraining bolt! Don't pout, translate." The Hutt switches gears from anger to amusement. "Ask Spitfire if she was warm last night. Ho ho ho."
The droid, its head and shoulders bowed, nods. "Slave concubine Spitfire, our master wishes to know if you were warm last night."
Rena's eyes shift between the Hutt and his droid with skeptical curiosity ... whatever is being said, she can only understand snatches here and there, but she /knows/ it isn't good. The droid addresses her again and her pale cheeks colour brightly. Perhaps with anger or with embarrassment - but more than likely a mixture of both. Looking at Yoruba head on, she says stiffly in Huttese: "I can't complain. I was plenty warm. Thanks." There is a disdainful sneer in the redhead's tone as she speaks.
Yoruba tips his head back, as much as a Hutt can, as he chuckles. "Ho ho ho! Perhaps tonight you will decide to do more than sleep at my tail. Perhaps you might snuggle up next to me. Mmmmm." The Hutt licks his lips. "If you do, I will give you a thousand credits, Spitfire."
The droid would be sobbing if its circuits allowed. It was hoping to escape and get... marrried. "Slave concubine Spitfire, our masters says you are welcome to cuddle next to him tonight for greater warmth and that he will reward such intimacy with a thousand creds."
This is really too much for Rena. Exasperated, she's reached the end of her rope in a manner of speaking. An outraged exclamation escapes her as she grasps the chain hanging from her neck again: "Do I LOOK like I have /anywhere/ to keep credits, to you?!" (Really, it's not like bikini's have pockets)
Clutching the chain, she makes a desperate attempt at swinging the slack of it at Yoruba, her redheaded temper flying off the handle but good now.
Yoruba immediately takes the slack of the chain and gives it a powerful tug, all with /practiced/ ease. The Hutt reins in his slave concubine, pulling her close so that they are face to face. He licks his lips. "Spitfire, learn to appreciate me and accept the delights of the harem or take off the bikini until the suns set tomorrow. It is your choice. Ho ho ho. It is /your/ choice."
The droid only shakes its head, having seen this play out time and again. "Slave concubine Spitfire, our master reminds you of the deal offered. Undress and dance for our master on command until the suns set tomorrow evening and you are free to go."
The chain flies from Rena's grasp and she chokes a little as she is yanked forward. It's all she can do not to fall into Yoruba. Bracing herself, she can't reel back, but she certainly can't bring herself to face him head on at this close range. Turning her head aside with a faint: "Augh," as he licks his lips, she grits her teeth and replies, "I will NEVER give in and do that!" And with that, she tries to shove herself away from him.
Yoruba allows Rena to fall away and gives her a little push to help her to the floor of the Hall. "Ho ho ho. Ho ho ho! Spitfire, your dignity is your own worst enemy. There are very few slave concubines whom I have offered that deal to and none before you refused it. HO HO HO! Your dignity is making you my slave!" The Hutt is chuckling and can't stop. "You have done your job today. Here is your reward." From the large basket, Yoruba starts to throwing paper creds at Rena.
"Ahh... our master finds your dignity admirable in that it keeps you in his employ. You have amused him this morning and in reward, he offers you these creds. And I.... do suggest you take them. Many of your kind have bribed their way out of here." The droid makes no effort to conceal this advise from his master.
"Ho ho ho."
Rena does in fact stumble to the floor and rolls over, quickly righting herself so that she is on her knees. Fiercely, she brushes the hair back from her face with a flick of her hand. Oh, she understood a great deal more than the droid translated, and she stares at the Hutt now with genuine malice. However, another thing prevents her from taking real revenge... curse being a Jedi.
Slumping a little, the girl begins to pick up the paper credits lying on the floor around her. There is some wisdom in the advice - it just gnaws at her pride to take it.
Yoruba chuckles as he watches Rena take the droid's bait. "Spitfire, where are you going to put those? Ho ho ho. You will never be able to hold in your hands enough to bribe one of my lackeys. Where will you put your creds? Show me! HO HO HO!"
The droid says nothing, being familiar with this game his master plays.
Glaring, Rena rises to her feet, all the credits in hand. Clutching them together, she balls them up angrily and grips them tightly. A shiver goes through her as she tries to control herself. Finally, a calm seems to come over her: "Oh, I'll show you alright..." she says low.
Pitching the money right at Yoruba's face the redhead shouts: "Keep your filthy money, you slinking filth!"
Yoruba goes wide-eyed and slides back a foot or so in surprise! "WAH! You dumb <Huttese expletive>!" The Hutt dispenses with any nicetie and gives Rena's chain a vicious jerk. "That does not amuse me, /slave concubine/. Pick up your creds and hide them in your bikini or I will send of five your fellow slaves to the acid vats! You will learn not to play games with me! Ho ho ho!"
The droid says: "oh dear, oh dear. Slave concubine, our master commands you pick up the credits he has offered you and place them in your bikini or five other slave concubines will die before the suns set tonight."
Dark eyes flash furiously, glinting with repressed anger. However, an actual wince of pain is clearly visible on Rena's face as she is jerked forward again. She stumbles to her knees once again and braces herself with her hands so that for a brief moment she unwillingly bows before the Hutt.
Grasping the shackle around her neck with her slender fingers desperately, she looks over at the small group of slave concubines that now begin to panic nearby. Biting her lip, Rena's inner fire dims... she can't be the cause of harm to anyone willingly. She picks up the creds again and folds them with deliberation to make them compact enough to deal with. Sighing grimly, she tucks them away into the top of her bikini against her soft skin.
"HO HO HO! HO HO HO! Spitfire! Soon, soon you will do this without prompting, I promise. It is difficult, the first days, I know. But soon, accepting the delights I give you will become second nature. You will learn to appreciate me! Ho ho ho. Now stand and dance for me." The Hutt gives Rena's chain plenty of slack and then turns away to converse with a group of Corellian smugglers, not paying the girl any attention.
Rena rises to her feet and gives a long, incredulous stare to the Hutt. She feels the burn in her cheeks and begins to feel more than a little self-conscious of the scanty golden outfit she is forced to wear now. Given enough slack, she backs away from Yoruba and lets her dark gaze pass around the room. Pulling herself together, she sniffs and looks away haughtily: "You expect me to dance without music again? Too cheap to pay for a band I suppose...or maybe you're not such a wealthy Hutt after all." 
Yoruba glances at the slave concubine. "Ho ho ho. Did you say something, Spitfire. Why aren't you dancing?"
The blastdoors leading to the hangar slide open and the form of the Nikto known to some as Vizuun slips into the throne room carrying a cloth bag in one hand. Looking through the wisp of smoke that rises from the cigarra held between his teeth, he Rena in her slave girl outfit a very thorough inspection before turning his attention to the Hutt and waiting to be seen before interrupting.
"I said I wasn't gonna dance without..." Rena's voice is cut short as an all too familiar Nikto enters the room through the blast doors. Her grasp on the chain losens and she blinks almost in disbelief. Though her gaze drifts to the bag in his hands, she says rather darkly: "What are you staring at?" When he inspects her in her new get-up.
Yoruba notices the Nikto enter but his eyes are on Rena. "Music? I suppose. Kashkah! Turn on the sound system I ordered from Corellia. Play something Spitfire can dance too. Ho ho ho. Nice choice Kashkah. Remind me to give you a thousand creds. There, Spitfire, how's that?" The Hutt doesn't bother waiting for a reply before he turns to greet Vizuun. "Come forward and talk, Nikto. What news from the dig?"
Vizuun barks a laugh at Rena's question and somehow manages to glare even harder at the woman; making sure that not an inch of her is left uninspected. Baring his sharpened black teeth at the woman in a smile, he finally turns his attention to the Hutt. "I've got a report for you." he says, hefting the bag. "The temple was opened. I didn't go with them all the way through, but I picked up a few things to bring back to you. And a bit of news."
The music begins to play. A loud, obnoxious song with a fierce beat ... something you might expect from a wild nightclub accompanied by flashing lights and Spice highs.
Rena is no fool and she knows when to admit she's lost a round to some extent. Vizuun's stare makes her turn her gaze aside furiously as she listens to the music and lets the throbbing beat get into her system. Holding the chain in one hand, she lets her body move to the music, following the wild gyrations of the song, a picture of sensual grace despite the disgraceful position she's been put in.
Yoruba gives Rena a glance and licks his lips. "Ho ho ho. I must have the other slaves show her a trick or two. Mmmmm." Looking back at Vizuun, the Hutt nods. "Do not name names here in this place. I have offered Spitfire a deal and she may choose to leave. Ho ho ho! What news do you have? And what have you brought me?"
The Nikto's eyes slide back toward Rena as she begins to dance. When the Hutt speaks up, he nods slowly and speaks again though his eyes remain locked on the woman for the moment. "Others got their hands on things before I could, but I managed to bring back these." he says, reaching into the bag and withdrawing a sword and a glove. Stepping forward, he finally takes his eyes off of Rena as he hands the items over to the Hutt. "As far as news...did you get the message I sent you?"
Rena's eyes are partially closed in concentration, but she is aware of everything the Hutt says - and she is more than aware of the way Vizuun stares at her: "A deal I will Never accept." She gives a sexy turn and pauses in her steps as the chain winds around her arm so that she must re-verse the movement to unwind it. "If I get out of here (and I will) It will be when my friends rescue me ... and when that happens," she smirks, "You'll regret this more than anything you've done in your miserable excuse of a life."
Yoruba chuckles. "Message? Did you send me a holo mail. We don't have such technology on Tatooine. Besides, I prefer face to face communication. What news do you have, Nikto. What have you learned about that Core <Huttese expletive>?"
"Spitfire, are you learning to understand Huttese? HO HO HO! Very well, you may take a take break. Kashkah, unchain Spitfire and take her to the harem. Let her relieve herself and get something to eat."
Vizuun smirks as the Hutt orders the woman taken away. "Don't stay gone too long, sweetheart. I ain't seen enough of that dance yet." Chuckling to himself, he turns back toward the Hutt. "I see why you call her Spitfire. She's got a bit of fight in her, but I've seen as much in some of the....friends I've made. It usually doesn't last long." Clearly he's waiting for the woman to be removed before he finishes his report.
Kashkah does as he is told and unchains Rena when her movements cease. He looks her over as if he wants nothing more than to take her by the chain himself, but keeps under control. A wave of relief seems to pass over the girl as she steps away from the Hutt and Nikto. Shooting a sharp glance back at Vizuun before she leaves, she narrows one eye: "You'll get more than an eyeful if you hang around too long, Nikto!" she says fiercely, a threat in her voice as she is shoved through the doorway.
Yoruba watches Rena's departure every step of the way and chuckles and licks his lips. "Spitfire, she thinks she is clever. But soon, we will depart from here on my journey to the dig and her friends will never catch us. Nikto, tell me what you have learned."
Vizuun watches as Rena is led from the room. Her threat little more reaction than a laugh from the Nikto as he turns back to the Hutt. He nods as Yoruba asks again for the report. "Well, I ain't got much. I left to bring you those items and take care of some other business that came up. Anyway, that woman you sent me to watch...her message to you said that the expert she hired had disappeared. But when I arrived, he was right there with her. So she lied about that. Course, he ain't gonna be of much help to anyone now." He pauses to take a long drag on his cigarra before continuing. "He's dead. Got himself killed on Ord Mantell just yesterday."
Yoruba plays with the items the Nikto has handed over. "Ho ho ho. Another fool dead on that dust ball, Ord Mantell. Cerebra was a fool. Any Hutt who goes political... a fool. These items you have brought me are of concern. Is security not good at the dig? Are there looters?"
Having never met Cerebra personally(or kept up with that particular Hutt's activites), Vizuun doesn't notice the mistake and goes right on to answer Yoruba's questions. "Looters? Not exactly. Like I said, I didn't go all the way through the temple with the rest of 'em. But while I was there, seemed like the woman was lettin anybody pick up whatever they wanted."
Yoruba frowns and slides away in thought. "That is how she is going to deny me what is mine. Clever little <Huttese expletive>. Hmmmm. What do you think, Nikto?"
Vizuun shrugs. "I don't get paid to think, Huttness." he says with a grin. "I can bring her to you, if you want to ask her yourself. Its been a few days since I was at the dig. I doubt there's anything left in the temple, but I can go have a look around for you. Then again, if yer going out there soon, you can do that yerself."
Yoruba nods. "Ho ho ho. I will ask her myself, yes. How many creds do you have left, Nikto?"
The Nikto shrugs once again. "Out of what you gave me? A bit, I think. Though I had to spend a bit recently on some repairs and a few other additions to what I carry." Another long drag is taken on the cigarra and then another cloud of smoke is sent wafting up towards the ceiling. "Let me know when you plan to go out there and I'll tag along. In case you run into any trouble."
Yoruba nods. "I have a chore for you. I need a new ship, something Spitfire's friends won't recognize belonging to me. It must be small, but have enough space dock my T-16. If I give you some creds, will you find one for me?"
Lowering the cigarra, Vizuun scratches his chin as he thinks. Finally he nods. "Yeah, sure. Why not, eh? I can probably find somethin for you. Care who makes it, or are you lookin for anything?"
Yoruba chuckles. "I don't care about that. And it won't be for a few days at least while I liquidate some assets. What are you plans for the future?"
"I got nothing big planned." the Nikto says through another cloud of smoke. He crushes the remaining nub of the cigarra between his fingers as he continues. "You got somethin else what needs doin?"
"Ho ho ho. Later perhaps. Just keep an eye on the dig and on Karin for now. In the mean time, stay awhile if you want. I'm sure Spitfire will be back soon. Ho ho ho." The Hutt slides away, ending the conversation.
The Nikto nods as the Hutt begins to slide away. For a moment it seems as if he might not take the Hutt up on the offer to stay, but after eyeing the blast doors leading into the hangar for a moment, he turns away and instead go off in search of something to drink.
Category:October 2008 RP Logs