Private A Victim of Circumstance

[Xurux Jeshal]

He watched the ship go down through his binoculars. He'd witnessed an explosion of some kind in the sky above Endor's cool forests. He'd come to that particular planet because the only real threat were big beasts, and maybe the occasional Ewok, and Ewoks weren't like wookies, more like teddy bears than actual bears, and probably useless to anyone looking to purchase a slave. On top of that, there were a number of abandoned structures left by the First Galactic Empire, specifically for when the second Death Star had been orbiting this very moon. And since most of the scrap from it had been collected by now so the moon went largely unnoticed, save for maybe a few nature-enthusiasts who came out for camping trips or something, perfect targets. But even more easily caught, were crash victims, dazed and disoriented they could be caught and collared with ease.

He watched the ship go down and estimated where it would end up. Then he went towards his little hideout, an old Imperial bunker he thought it was. He'd found an old forest speeder that still worked, all he had to do was replace the power cells and it ran as if it were new. So he mounted his speeder, and observed the falling ship's trajectory again then took off. He'd need to catch the crash victims fresh from the wreck if he wanted them to come quietly. Maybe they wouldn't be unconscious, but dazed would do, and he always had his stun bolts for his blasters.

He zipped through the dense forests, the high pitched wailing of the old Imperial speeder echoing across the distance as he zipped above the underbrush and between the thick trunks that had claimed so many imperial lives before the end of Emperor Palpatine. Heading straight towards where he estimated that the ship would crash. He didn't miscalculate, not entirely anyway..... yeah he miscalculated. He grimaced when he noticed that the ship was coming at him... straight at him. So he punched the accelerator and zipped out of the way mere moments before the ship impacted with the ground, and dug a sizable ditch in the earth before coming to a stop, slowed quicker by trees and roots than it would have been if it was just earth trying to stop it.

He brought his speeder into the broad trench that the ship had dug, and came close to it. Lucky for him the mechanized gangway was still functioning and in the open, it was a tad higher than it normally would be so he had to pull himself up into the ship. He pulled out one of his twin pistols, set it to stun and advanced cautiously.

 

[Minka Vosh]

It descended like a meteor, sleek and black and spewing an arch of flame as it crashed down onto the moon. The ancient trees that had witnessed centuries of serene peace and bouts of turbulent disaster snapped and split like toothpicks. Shattering small splinters and massive, deadly projectiles of jagged wooden pieces and branches across the landscape and up into the air. The damage that the 'borrowed' Gravus-class Imperial shuttle carved through the earth was extensive, but its reach was small, with so many thick trees to slow it down.

When it came to a standstill, a mangled wreck of metal hot enough to shimmer the air around it, the crescendo of chaos silenced. An eerie stillness returning and lingering, as the hidden creatures of the forest either fled or hunkered down quietly to wait for the unknown danger to pass. For a time, the only sound was the heavy footsteps of the Chiss as he stalked through the deeply ploughed earth in the ship's wake.

The interior lights flickered erratically in some places. One side of the ship was violently dismantled, with sparking wires and an odorless gas venting like a hot geyser into the small cargo room. The hall he entered would be tilted on its side, providing unique obstacles with bits of debris scattered about, and no consistently flat surface to stand on. He'd have to brace one foot on the floor, and one on the slanting wall, which came together in a wide V shape.

A soft hum would catch his ear first, if he listened closely. It would be difficult to hear over the other sounds, including the persistent alarm that wailed throughout the interior, but not impossible. Regardless, its source would make itself known before he could lay eyes on pilot herself. A hovering, spherical drone popped out of a doorway near the bridge of the ship beyond, cast in shadows.

His innate ability to detect a thermal signature would enable him to see the body in the bridge, which appeared to be slumped over the controls, but the drone would zip into his way. An XF-72a model, it was equipped with 18 energized tendrils, crackling with purple light. Their sole purpose was to vaporize organic material. Fortunately for Xurux, his armor would shield him from their lash. Unfortunately for Xurux, it also came equipped with a high-powered laser cutter near its eye, capable of slicing through metals.

The bright tendrils snapped into the air around the drone the moment its single lens zeroed in on him, spanning the length of the lopsided hallway as it hovered in his way. Below the lens, a small light blinked into view, quickly growing in intensity as it prepared to shoot its laser directly at the Chiss's helmet.

Xurux Jeshal

 

[Xurux Jeshal]

The bright tendrils snapped into the air around the drone the moment its single lens zeroed in on him, spanning the length of the lopsided hallway as it hovered in his way. Below the lens, a small light blinked into view, quickly growing in intensity as it prepared to shoot its laser directly at the Chiss's helmet.

The tendrils were deflected by his armour. But he saw the growing light begin beneath the lens of its eye. Stun bullets weren't too useful against droids, but one weakness of floating droids was they're extremely easy to knock aside. He took it a step further.

Stepping forward he hit the drone with a harsh uppercut, sending it up into the tilted ceiling and wall of the ship, since it was temporarily busy bouncing around and resetting it's bearings he reset his blaster to kill then take aim.

Once the drone stabilized, he'd fire five rounds into it, if that wasn't enough he'd fire five more.

He'd glance once more around the ship, using his infrared sensitive eyes to look for any other people or potential droids. Once he was sure that the pilot was the only human(oid) life form he proceeded into the cockpit.

He found the unconscious, or dazed, woman where the infrared light suggested, leaning over the control panel of the ship. Her silver hair and horns identified her as a zabrak. Rather exotic. She'd fetch a nice price on the market.

The first thing that raised a few red flags was her lightsaber. Which he made a point of taking first. Then from his bag he removed a collar of durasteel. It was a little different than most of the others he used, this one was designed specifically for force users.

He locked it shut around the woman's neck, then adjusted it's fit to make it hug her neck snugly enough to not move, and put only a slight bit of noticeable pressure on her throat, but nowhere near tight enough to be dangerous, unless she pulled on her leash that is. On top of that, there was a shock function too, in case she got too bold.

He also knew from the last force-using slave he'd caught, that they were dangerous even without the force or their weapons. Not one to take chances, he also locked her hands behind her.

Then he took the opportunity to inspect the weapon. A grey cylinder, and a switch by the looks of it. He got curious and ignited the weapon, it turns out he was holding it upside down. Now he debated whether he should keep it or sell it. The zabrak woman would probably be enough to keep him fed for a while, but a lightsaber, that could potentially set him up for a few years. Then again, they were fearsome weapons, so he might want to keep it just in case he had nothing else.

He put it in his bag for now. He had to get his quarry back to his base. And just for the fun of it, he decided to be extra mean. Using some bandages he covered her closed eyes and her mouth, they'd have plenty of time to talk once they got back. So he put her in front of him on the old imperial speeder and off they zipped. He'd scavenge the wreckage later.

Minka Vosh

 

[Minka Vosh]

Between one pilot and one decimator drone, whose only function was to destroy identifiable enemies on sight, the initial blast had been powerful enough to daze the Zabrak. The jarring crash that followed nearly snuffed her into the void, with no other hands on deck to try and mediate a less destructive landing. A most favorable outcome for a slaver, especially one who wasn't Force sensitive. Had she been conscious, even while injured and disoriented, he would have been safer threatening a krayt dragon. Her skills in the Force aside, the events of recent history had plagued her with unparalleled rage, and to her, that was an endless energy supply.

Her awakening would go unnoticed. The shrill sound of the speeder bike she was slumped over sucked her from the blissful abyss of unconsciousness, but she didn't move. It was slow at first, but all it took was a flicker of awareness to bring the oozing gash on the side of her head screaming to the forefront of her senses as it throbbed. Crimson stained her silver hair, spreading in a slow bloom that faded pink at it edges, and dripping steadily down the side of her face and onto the blur of forest floor below.

The silence of the Force was the second thing she noticed. Something that hit her dazed mind curiously, but it quickly transitioned into fury. The only time she'd ever experienced its absence before was when her own Master silenced her to it. A punishment worse than any physical torture. In time, she was able to take in the extent of her situation. Slumped over a speeder bike of some kind, blindfolded, wrists locked behind her back, and a snug band around her neck. A collar?

It must be the source of her disconnection to the Force. She'd heard of such things before, but never encountered them. They were a rare device, and certainly expensive. But they were also a tool used predominantly by those with weak or no talent in the Force, which suggested her captor was not, in fact, of the Sith Empire.

She honestly didn't know who she preferred...

No, she definitely preferred a Sith opponent. At least they would be worthy of facing her, and she had so, so much unfinished business with their ilk, now that she was an outcast.

Still, she did not move.

The rage that burned through her was left to build silently, without a hint of its presence. There was nothing she could do, at least until this journey of theirs ended, and she could face her captor. They knew she was a Force user - but of course, a red-bladed lightsaber was damning evidence enough. Whatever plans they had in store for her were in their favor...but not forever. Every second they kept her alive was another grain of sand sifting down the hourglass, and it would run out. When it did, she would relish the opportunity to face them without constraint. Death would be a mercy, one she would withhold from them as long as they had withheld the Force from her.

Xurux Jeshal

 

[Xurux Jeshal]

She was awake. She didn't move but he knew she was awake. There had been a slight increase in thermal activity in her brain, that's what gave it away. The fact that she didn't move told him that she was waiting, so she intended to be smart, but the quick increase of overall body temperature, or in his eyes a brightening colour of yellow, told him she was angry, and with that he was able to pick up on faster breathing too. She was angry alright.

But he decided to let her think she had been undetected. He was patient himself after all, a predator. And this would prove good practice for any future sith he would capture, after all, they were worth a lot.

The scream of the ancient speeder slowed down and silenced after a short while. And she'd be hefted off of the vehicle. He made sure to make sure she was facing away from him, so anything she did with her legs was too weak to actually prevent him from doing anything.

She'd be set down on a cold metal floor, and she'd hear the clinking of a chain and the audible click of it being locked to her collar. Then her blindfold was removed so that he might see to the injury on her head. Damaged goods were worth less after all.

It was now that she'd see who she was in the possession of.

 

[Minka Vosh]

Whoever her captor was, they were smart. Whether or not they had been the one to shoot down her ship, this clearly wasn't their first rodeo. When the speeder finally came to a stop, she was hoisted off the front with careful consideration. They kept her back to their chest, where her bound hands could do nothing, and her free legs were almost as useless. Had she the Force at her disposal, she would have taken him down easily. For now, she was about as formidable as a drunk ragdoll.

That was alright... All the more fuel to her rage. If there was one thing she was proficient in, it was patience - something many Sith were lacking.

Still feigning unconsciousness, she was unaware he knew as much as he did. He had many advantages, including his own anonymity. She had no idea he was a Chiss, after all. Their kind, like hers, wasn't quite as abundant as other races anymore. When he set her down on the cool floor, she laid there quietly on her side for a short time. Listening to the movements, feeling the vibrations as he shuffled around. She debated many options in that time. Well, not many. There was still little she could do, for now. Mainly, her approach is what she focused on. Restricted from both the Force and most physical attacks, all that was left was her tongue.

A weapon in itself, in which she was adept. Mind tricks were her specialty, but she could play chess even without the Force.

And so, a decision was made. All she needed now was for him to remove the binding wrap from her mouth.

The blindfold dripped with more blood upon its removal. The gash on her head bled fiercely, as head wounds do, but it wasn't lethal. A massive lump was bound to swell up if it wasn't treated, and it was going to affect her short-term memory for a time. More of a concern for those without the Force at their disposal, especially out in the field. It was a wound she could heal easily herself, if given the chance. There were other injuries as well, hidden beneath her robes, which offered little protection against blunt force trauma. A couple cracked ribs and some heavy bruising, but everything else was minor. If any of it caused pain, it didn't show.

While he inspected the bleeding gash, she opened her eyes. A fiery gaze met his featureless helmet, seeming to glow dimly in the shadows of the old bunker he claimed. It was a stark and unsettling contrast to her face, devoid of emotion. She watched with an eerie calm, remaining still and silent. Rather like a observing mantis watching its prey, waiting for the best opportunity to strike, and eat them alive. But there would be none. Not for a while, perhaps. Nevertheless, the eyes spoke enough on their own. Not a single gesture of his would go unnoticed while she waited patiently. Intuition whispered that he would remove the gag sooner or later. Then, she could enter this game of his.

Xurux Jeshal

 

[Xurux Jeshal]

While he inspected the bleeding gash, she opened her eyes. A fiery gaze met his featureless helmet, seeming to glow dimly in the shadows of the old bunker he claimed. It was a stark and unsettling contrast to her face, devoid of emotion. She watched with an eerie calm, remaining still and silent. Rather like a observing mantis watching its prey, waiting for the best opportunity to strike, and eat them alive. But there would be none. Not for a while, perhaps. Nevertheless, the eyes spoke enough on their own. Not a single gesture of his would go unnoticed while she waited patiently. Intuition whispered that he would remove the gag sooner or later. Then, she could enter this game of his.

Her eyes opened, and he met her gaze through his helmet's visor. So she had been awake, at least he wasn't going crazy or didn't misunderstand what happened with the slight increase in brain temp. He bandaged her head injury after applying some antibiotics, then he stood up, and went to bring his speeder inside. Then he closed the blast doors and the secondary ones, then applied the lock. One thing he had made sure of was that the outside panel was only usable with the connection of a broken circuit. It had been simple enough to rig, mostly trial and error, but now the door only opened from the outside if the panel was removed and a wire was used to connect the right circuit, in other words, they were completely safe from the outside.

Only after the outside had been completely cut off from them did he remove the makeshift gag. He did however keep ahold of it, ready to put it back if need be, or if he felt like being a jerk, which he frequently did. He thought to himself with a smile how angry a sith would be at having a gag stuffed in their mouth after it had been removed, and that they could do nothing about it. Even so his smile was never seen by the sith and he asked, "Do you have any other injuries?"

A few bruises and cracked ribs weren't too big of an issue, but he did also need to check for internal bleeding. He wondered if there was a medical droid on her ship that might still work. He was going to go that way at some point in the near future to see what he could scavenge, either for extra parts or for selling. He was no engineer, but one didn't cross space without knowing a thing or two about repairing their ship, which could also extend to droids, to a certain degree anyway. So even if the medical droid had been damaged, which it wasn't too likely that it was due to the level of impact compensation built into shipboard droids, he could likely repair it, at least well enough to stop her from dying.

If she told him of her pained chest and ribs, he'd probably inspect it. Which meant a knife and most likely significantly less clothes, at least less intact clothes. If she said she was fine, the gag would go back in, and he'd stand up. And begin speaking.

"I assume you know what my purpose is. Not many wouldn't. So let me be simple. Act out or disobey and you'll be punished. If you behave yourself then it will be significantly less painful for you." He said bluntly. He held up her lightsaber as though inspecting it. "I have a feeling that you're going to be difficult to break. I hope you are a little more malleable than I expect you're going to be."

 

[Xurux Jeshal]

Minka Vosh (I keep forgetting to tag you. I'm sorry.)

 

[Minka Vosh]

((You can actually edit your original post, so if you forget anything or want to change something, you don't have to post again. But no worries.))

Right on cue, he removed the gag. Stretching her jaw in a shallow yawn, she didn't answer him immediately. Instead, she looked away from him. Eyes scanning the dim interior of the bunker. The old speeder sat near a wall. A chain connected the collar around her neck secured to the floor. Some supplies scattered - his own personal ones, it looked to be. Nothing that indicated permanence. This was a temporary stop, which possibly meant they would be boarding a ship soon. But where to...

"Nothing I can't take care of on my own. I can heal myself efficiently, when I'm not severed from the Force." Much like her expression, the voice that answered him was passive. Almost nonchalant, as if they were friends having a benign conversation. The faintly glowing eyes returned to his visor. A bare minimum response, which she didn't bother to elaborate on. She wasn't foolish enough to believe he'd simply remove the device at her request, though. Anyone who took the time and expense to acquire a collar that thoroughly suppressed someone from the Force, did so because they intimately understood the consequences of not having it.

"Concern for my well being?" As she asked, she shifted into a seated position with her legs crossed in front of her, moving slow. Partly because of the difficulty a bruised and broken torso caused, and also because...well, there was no reason to be in a hurry. "You must be a slaver..." She mused aloud, tone suspiciously sly, and even a little mocking. The glance flitting over his armor assessed him with mild curiosity. There was no emblem to indicate a faction he belonged to, that she could see. If he was working solo...all the better for her.

Then he was warning her to behave, or face some nebulous threat of pain. The half-lidded embers widened as she stared at him. "Break..." A murmur echoed him, as if utterly mystified by what he said. "You intend to break me?" Finally, the dispassionate expression bloomed in a grin. Spreading wide and full of mirth that didn't belong, as a rumbling laugh began in her chest and shook her shoulders. The pitch climbed into an uncontrollable giggle, and her eye squinted and watered.

He'd see her arms shifting behind her back, and soon enough he'd realize what she was doing as she began to inch and wiggle against them. The laughing died down gradually as she focused on her movements. Eyes closing in concentration, her jaw clenched as one shoulder dislocated from its socket, and she managed to squeeze her bound wrists around her hips and down her legs, until they came full circle in front of her and rested in her lap. Not a comfortable or easy feat, especially when she was already in pain, but no less was expected from one raised within the Sith.

Fear was weakness. Pain was fuel to their rage, and a test of their will. To struggle with either simply meant death.

"And what do you know of breaking someone, boy?" Her eye reopened as her shoulder popped back into place with the flicker of a grimace. The tales of punishments and trials of her past didn't need to be relayed to him. Some of them were written all over her face - literally. The lines traditionally tattooed on Zabraks during their upbringing had been burned into her skin by her late Master, leaving an intricate design of scar tissue from her chin and up to her forehead. There were many more scars beneath her robes, which she earned from many battles and punishments over the years, but those were left unseen.

Xurux Jeshal

 

[Xurux Jeshal]

"And what do you know of breaking someone, boy?" Her eye reopened as her shoulder popped back into place with the flicker of a grimace.

Her laughter brought a smile to his hidden face. Not intimidated by pain was she? That wasn't too uncommon, but in this case he had no doubts that she'd be able to resist torture of the usual kind. No, he'd need to be creative. Lucky for him, pain wasn't the only option available to him. All he needed to do was get a gauge on what effects her most, then simply apply pressure there until she broke.

He answered her question with calm. "All I need to know, is that everyone breaks eventually. You may have been Sith, and I have no doubts about your abilities. But now you are property, and you will be sold. Maybe to a Hutt. Maybe to the first order. Maybe back to the Sith. Depends on who bids highest."

He put her lightsaber in his belt satchel. "And you aren't going to hinder my profits. Regardless of whether you want to. I could just sell you to other slavers with experience breaking sith. How does that sound?"

Minka Vosh

 

[Minka Vosh]

"Mmm...is that so? And just what are my abilities, slaver? What do you know of me?" With a curious hum, she watched him intently, tilting her head slightly to one side. "Better yet, how would you advertise me to your potential bidders? I'm not your Twi'lek dancer - far too much scar tissue. What I have to offer requires the removal of this collar, but then, how would anyone keep control of me?"

Her gaze followed the movement of her lightsaber. So close, yet so far. One swift movement, and she could reclaim it and bisect him in one clean sweep. It wouldn't happen, though. Not without use of the Force. It was just far enough from reach that he'd be able to react first, if the collar didn't somehow stop her. And so she sat with her spine straight and her hands in her lap. The perfect image of cool compliance; the biggest farce.

Upon his last suggestion, she quirked an eyebrow. Well, where an eyebrow would be, were she human. Her eyebrow was actually a line of scar tissue. "Sell me to slavers with experience breaking Sith?" A faint smile crept on her face. "Afraid of me, are you? Don't think you can handle the job? I think it sounds..." Her eyes narrowed slightly on him, that smile lingering, "like you better start moving. Chop chop, merc. There is much to do.."

Xurux Jeshal

 

[Xurux Jeshal]

"Mmm...is that so? And just what are my abilities, slaver? What do you know of me?" With a curious hum, she watched him intently, tilting her head slightly to one side. "Better yet, how would you advertise me to your potential bidders? I'm not your Twi'lek dancer - far too much scar tissue. What I have to offer requires the removal of this collar, but then, how would anyone keep control of me?"

"A scarred woman is a woman still. Besides. Not all Hutts care for their slaves' appearance, so long as their bodies are enough to please them. It isn't difficult, besides, an enslaved force user is quite rare, which makes it much easier for me to sell you, and for a higher price." He said almost nonchalantly, as though it were common knowledge that really aughtn't surprise her.

Upon his last suggestion, she quirked an eyebrow. Well, where an eyebrow would be, were she human. Her eyebrow was actually a line of scar tissue. "Sell me to slavers with experience breaking Sith?" A faint smile crept on her face. "Afraid of me, are you? Don't think you can handle the job? I think it sounds..." Her eyes narrowed slightly on him, that smile lingering, "like you better start moving. Chop chop, merc. There is much to do.."

"Does it really matter?" He asks. "Does it matter if I think I cannot do it? If this happens, which it very well might, the fact is that you will be in the hands of people who not only can but have broken enslaved sith. My ability to do so becomes irrelevant, and your chances of keeping your mind intact drop to nothing."

He stuffed the gag back in her mouth. "But enough talk for now. I have a few things to do, and you haven't my permission to speak."

 

[Minka Vosh]

It was true, there were all manner of slaves out in the galaxy, selected for specific reasons. Certainly not all of them were chosen for superficial ones. Nevertheless, if that was the motivation for any person (un)lucky enough to exchange credits for her, they would definitely have a more acquired taste. Either way, it didn't concern her. Unless she was picked up by the back-stabbing Sith who had tried to kill her, she was confident this predicament was a temporary one.

As he talked, she listened intently. Not just to what he had to say, but how he chose his words, and his tone. Such a straight forward and factual one. It reminded her of someone... One of the few she had considered a friend, once upon a time. They were bound to fade slowly in memory, now that the Empire was behind her, but she couldn't help but notice the similarity.

In an unexpected twist, as he moved to stuff the gag back in her mouth, she jerked her head just enough for him to miss her mouth, and then snapped her teeth onto a finger. Not hard enough to hurt, but then again, his gloves would have protected his hand if she tried. Just hard enough to catch him off guard.

"Who are you?" She asked, as if she might recognize him. She wouldn't. At least, she didn't expect to, but the curiosity was there.

Whenever he did attempt to stuff the gag back in a second time, she'd let him. Even if he didn't answer.

Xurux Jeshal

 

[Xurux Jeshal]

In an unexpected twist, as he moved to stuff the gag back in her mouth, she jerked her head just enough for him to miss her mouth, and then snapped her teeth onto a finger. Not hard enough to hurt, but then again, his gloves would have protected his hand if she tried. Just hard enough to catch him off guard.

The bite, while unexpected, was in no way surprising. He simply stayed there, and behind his visor he cocked an eyebrow. He was tempted to ask 'Really?' but withheld his voice, and instead let the backhanded smack to her cheek speak for him. This was meant to hurt, and she had no armour to protect her.

"Who are you?" She asked, as if she might recognize him. She wouldn't. At least, she didn't expect to, but the curiosity was there.

Whenever he did attempt to stuff the gag back in a second time, she'd let him. Even if he didn't answer.

"Why do you want to know?" He asked her back, withholding the gag for now. Next time he'd grab her by the cheeks to hold her still while he gagged her.

Minka Vosh

 

[Minka Vosh]

The backhand didn't come as a surprise. It would have hurt even without the reinforced glove, but the addition made the impact extra solid. Her head snapped to the side, and when she turned slowly to look back at him, she chuckled. A smile bled a thin line of red, and stained her teeth when she grinned. Everything was still intact. There was just a small gash on the inside of her cheek from where it cut against a tooth.

"You remind me of someone I used to know. That's all. He hit harder, though." Well of course he did. He was a Sith. But that wasn't the point.

Whether she was baiting him or not, she seemed little more than mildly amused by his response. She didn't anticipate he'd have any more to say for the time being, though.

Xurux Jeshal

 

[Xurux Jeshal]

"You remind me of someone I used to know. That's all. He hit harder, though." Well of course he did. He was a Sith. But that wasn't the point.

"Perhaps he did." He said grabbing her face harshly before stuffing the gag back in. "But he likely didn't need intact merchandise."

As of right now that's all she was, merchandise, goods to sell and profit from. So he stood up and left her there, locking a door behind him. She'd been left in what had been an old imperial cell, somehow it still worked, so she was left behind a transparent but glowing force field that would even stop a lightsaber if she still had hers. He wasn't about to take any chances, at all.

Maybe she'd be able to hear the speeder start up again and leave. He was off to scavenge parts from her ship, anything of value, anything of use. Anything that could be recycled into other useable objects. A number of the collars he used had been made by scavenged metal and a fabricator, making them sturdy, reliable and readily available at all times, even if he had run out of one's he'd already made.

(You can either DM what's in the ship or we can timeskip to when he get's back. You can choose.)

 

[Minka Vosh]

No, certainly not intact merchandise. He was the only one to ever give her such a ridiculous label. Still, despite her hatred for the inconvenience and indignation he serving himself up to be, it was possible this was saving her from a worse fate. Though she did manage to steal a Sith shuttle, she truly had no idea how far she would have gotten with it before getting scooped up by a bigger ship, who would have many unfriendly questions.

His return to the wreckage was a good thing for her as well. No doubt he'd find her personal supplies to loot and bring back with him. It would be a shame if she lost the rest of her weapons and armor, among other things. Her future escape wouldn't be nearly so fun, if she didn't get the chance to test out her favorite vibrowhip on him.

And so she waited patiently to see what he'd manage to scavenge. Though she was cut off from the Force for now, she closed her eyes and meditated nonetheless in the damp and cool silence of the bunker.

Xurux Jeshal

 

[Xurux Jeshal]

No, certainly not intact merchandise. He was the only one to ever give her such a ridiculous label. Still, despite her hatred for the inconvenience and indignation he serving himself up to be, it was possible this was saving her from a worse fate. Though she did manage to steal a Sith shuttle, she truly had no idea how far she would have gotten with it before getting scooped up by a bigger ship, who would have many unfriendly questions.

His return to the wreckage was a good thing for her as well. No doubt he'd find her personal supplies to loot and bring back with him. It would be a shame if she lost the rest of her weapons and armor, among other things. Her future escape wouldn't be nearly so fun, if she didn't get the chance to test out her favorite vibrowhip on him.

And so she waited patiently to see what he'd manage to scavenge. Though she was cut off from the Force for now, she closed her eyes and meditated nonetheless in the damp and cool silence of the bunker.

Xurux Jeshal

He scaveneged quite a bit. A vibrowhip and sword, the former could potentially be used on the sith woman, the latter sold or kept for his own use. Other objects of worth or scrap for recycling. He loaded the valuables and useful scrap onto his speeder and returned to the bunker, but he didn't go in, not yet. He dropped most of the valuable objects off in his ship before finally coming back in for the night.

He also made sure to activate the cell in which Minka was being held, he wasn't taking chances with a Sith. "We're leaving in the morning, so sleep well slave. You'll need it."

 

[Minka Vosh]

It took him some time to return. She guessed it had something to do with transporting the valuables he'd found, since he didn't reappear with any new pieces of savage or equipment on his person. What a shame he hadn't brought the vibrowhip back - that she could see. She didn't know what all there was to find, but most of it should have been intact, even if the ship needed serious repairs to get off the ground again.

How boring it had been... Seated in a dull cell with a chain attached to the floor. Now it was time for sleep. It would make her escape all the sweeter, she kept telling herself. "And where are we going? To shoot down more ships? That would be fun."

Her eyes followed his movements as he settled in for the night. Appearing complacent, if not utterly disinterested in the events that had unraveled today, though she was anything but. "The forests of Endor are cool during the day, and much more chilly at night. Don't you want to spoon? I'll let you be the little one." She stared at him through the bars of the cell, a venomous smile creeping in.

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[Xurux Jeshal]

"And where are we going? To shoot down more ships? That would be fun."

"Maybe. Maybe not." He said simply in response.

Her eyes followed his movements as he settled in for the night. Appearing complacent, if not utterly disinterested in the events that had unraveled today, though she was anything but. "The forests of Endor are cool during the day, and much more chilly at night. Don't you want to spoon? I'll let you be the little one." She stared at him through the bars of the cell, a venomous smile creeping in.

"I'm fine. If you need to keep warm, well then start behaving yourself and maybe I'll warm you up." He said without moving his head from it's resting place. He was Chiss, from a frozen homeworld, so there was no way the cold could bother him.