Processing

[Darth Banshee]

Darth Banshee had a meeting on Serenno, with [member="Ryder Zeshatt"]. She wanted him to help train the people, who selected her slaves for what task they had. There was simple system, called A,B,C and D. The category A, was people with skills or education. Then category B, where the ones who could be used in slave battalions. Then finally there was category C, these where only fit for menial tasks. Then there D, these where unfit for anything, ether too young or too old, or disabled. These where seen if they could be of use, but if not they usually sold on at a lose, or put down. Though they where normally left behind, as they did not get much for them. Though they usually mixed in with job lot, so they got though her procurement system.

The facility for these slaves, where on land once owned by [member="Adron Malvern"]. She had given the lands to a new count, as he was unwilling to accept the new reality. He was being paid to maintain and build this facility, as way of helping him rebuild these lands, that where crushed in the invasion. The building was made out reinforced cement, this was made from the recycling debris from the war. The facility was just a giant holding area inside, though with a few facilities for the people inside, with about ten per cell. Also it was only had one entrance, so to stop people trying to escape. The facility was guarded by serenno guards, who where centrally funded by her, as the crown is in charge of all security.

She came via her personal Fury, to the nearby landing pad, this where slaves came in, and buyers of the slaves, those that she did not need. As she landed, a few members of her Palace Guard came out, and inspected the area. She saw freighters landing, with food more slaves, and the gear for the slaves. Though before they entered, there was a jet washing, and a medical facility, to make sure they had no communal diseases, as that could make a major issue, with so many of them in a confined space. She waited in her fury for Ryder to turn up, he would be ushered into here first.

 

[Kev'vazulan]

Ryder certainly wasn't comfortable with the prospect of this meeting.

He was a man who had aligned himself with Kahlil, expecting to work solely for him, but he was very wrong. Another royalty had requested for his help with a matter which was... far from his area of expertise. He was someone who believed n freedom over all things, having the ability to draft your own path. This was...

This was far from his ideals.

Helping with categorizing slaves? It opposed most of the things he appreciated. It made his skin crawl in discomfort, but it also made his palms clench into tight fists underneath of his pockets. Anger and emotions of despise were surrounding his very being, which was an emotion very common within the Empire, which made him blend in more than he normally does. He already understood that he was going to dislike everything about this, and that he was going to dislike the one supervising it - that being the Darth.

He was escorted towards the Fury, his head lowering itself down in a 'respectful' manner, Kahlil having taught him the basics of courtial behavior since he was to be in presence in front of royalty. "Your Grace. I am honored that you requested my presence." He silently gritted his teeth, raising his head once he qualmed his expression of distaste. "I heard that you asked for help in regards to categorizing the new slave shipment." His violetblue eyes stared at the Darth, having a hint of animosity behind them.

The eyes do not lie after all.

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[member=Darth Banshee]

 

[Darth Banshee]

She felt [member="Ryder Zeshatt"] was uncomfortable with this assignment, even she could not feel it in the force, she could see it in his face. Thank you Ryder, please take a seat. These people in this installation, have been found guilty and been sentenced accordingly, to slavery. Though some of others where brought as slaves, from worlds deemed enemies of Sith Empire. So please put your feeling to one side, about these people. They're there on there own merit, for ether helping oppose the empire, or breaking our laws. She then paused to let that settle in, as due to circumstances these where slaves, and they all deserved it. She then continued, Now your job is to help me sort them out, now once they been initially sorted out, your job is to double check the category B, This due to the fact they will be fighting for the empire, and thus redeeming them selfs. Now a slave battalion, has its own internal command structure. This based on the biggest bullies being in charge, and to more compliant to lower orders of it. They are not going to be trained soliders, they are mere cannon fodder. Though they do have a sting in there tail, as there shock collars, are equipped with thermal detonators. The first part of processing will take a few days, though you can review anything you wish, and check out any slave you wish in the meantime. They are to be bent to your will, as your word is the empire as far as they are concerned. She then took a drink of water, and waited for him to digest that. Then with a polite smile, she said one last thing, Have you any questions, or do you want a tour?

 

[Kev'vazulan]

His tongue travelled along the front of his upper teeth underneath his lips in a disgruntled fashion as he listened to what the lady had to say. His gaze had wandered down to the floor as she mentioned he was easy to read, causing him to be more irritated than he'd like to admit. For a man who tended to be rather selfless, one of the major upsets he could experience would come from people being able to read him. Something about it felt extremely wrong, as if his his body had been carved open to the point where the very fragment of his soul was exposed to the public. Remembering the words of his Master, he decided to try and make his emotional flaw into a strength, to use it as a means of disconnecting his empathy for the slaves that he was about to review.

"Certainly, Your Highness. Those who have gone against the Empire deserve punishment for their actions. They should see it as a mercy that we are offering them the ability to still live, even if it is as a slave."

His head lifted itself and his expression turned neutral from before as a result of disconnecting some of his emotions in favor for another. He allowed a faint smile to appear on his rugged features as she finished explaining the process. "I do not have any questions, Your Grace, though I do have an offer." His left hand balled up into a fist and held it in front of his mouth, clearing his throat. "It is regarding the processing phase. I have complete confidence in my ability to evaluate the physical conditions of your subjects, so much so that I would like to cut down the time required for the processing phase from days to mere hours." His arms folded right under his broad chest, exuding the body language of someone very adept at analyzing others. "It'll benefit me, as I get to make an example of my abilities - and it will certainly benefit you as it will put the slaves to work days before schedule." His expression changed from a faint smile to a grin.

"If there are no qualms regarding my offer, I merely request you show me where the processing occurs so I may begin."

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[member=Darth Banshee]

 

[Darth Banshee]

She simply replied to [member="Ryder Zeshatt"], I have absolutely no qualms whatsoever. She then looked at one her guardsmen, and picked up some stuff. The first thing he was handed, was an ID card. This allowed him to order around the local Guardsmen. The next thing was a universal shock collar controller, so if any them needed to be shocked he could do it. Then he was handed what would be the Slave Warriors gear. So he could have a look at it, the first was an Axe Blaster. Though this he could handle, then the next was a modified shock collar, with a thermal detonator in it. Then a injector gun, for the implant they will receive, it was set to increase testosterone and adrenaline. Then he would see the armour they would be given, it was a basic piece of dura steel. She then continued talking, ​This was the majority will be equipped with, and it is enough to get them to enemy front line. After that we are not as bothered, as long as that becomes weakened. She then took out another weapon, Now this is given to class bullies, to help keep order. She smiled as she knew what happened to them, if they got above themselves. So tell me, how you going to streamline this process? She was curious, though she was happy to see what he had in mind.

 

[Kev'vazulan]

Ryder simply nodded as the items were presented in front of him. Only the ID card were of real relevance to him, the rest he couldn't care less about. He got up from the seat rather swiftly once he was shown all of the equipment, his gaze mostly settled upon the card which he attached to the cloth hugging his chest. They wandered back towards the queen of Serenno, the smile changing into a light smirk. "Just like a magician, Your Grace, I do not reveal my secrets. You'll simply have to wait and see, and maybe you'll figure it out." His hands brushed along his torso momentarily, before making use of his acuity in order to briefly discuss with the guards tasked with governing the shipment.

He figured that a queen surely can't have fun simply attending to business, so watching something irregular might give her an incestive to relax and enjoy.

He gathered up a handful of guards along with the ones tasked to govern the Sanitary Department, the ones who had overseen the jet washing and making sure the medical inspectors weren't suddenly assaulted. Given the two processes were by now completed, he requested they'd be moved to stand in lines in the hangar near the presence of the Fury, so that the queen did not have to watch the processing from afar.

The guards organized the slaves into groups of fifty around the whole hangar, the Fury in the center of the whole ordeal which gave it a rather menacing look. Ryder also gave the brief explanation that he was going to show a number that corresponded to one of the four categories, and they would signal to put that person towards one corner of the hangar. 1 for A, 2 for B, 3 for C and 4 for D. Upper-left, upper-right and lower-left, with the exception of D being in the middle.

Then, he approached the clusters one by one, and went through them with swiftness, in a way which would normally not be done.

B and C were the easiest ones for him to process through, and didn't even require Ryder to say a word. With his eyes closed, he could feel every single being within the cluster of fifty, to the point where he could tell the condition of their hearts and muscles. He knew who would be too fragile in order to do heavy lifting, and he knew who would be capable of lifting heavy weaponry and running without getting out of breath within a mere minute or two. Whilst his eyes were closed, he placed two or three fingers on the foreheads of those who he deemed qualified. It's reasonable for the ones that are too old to be placed on C, but he also placed those the very young within the category.

For the ones that were left every time he processed A and C, he approached the slaves one by one and asking the same question which they quickly picked up on. "Previous Occupation?", their answers obviously dictating their categorization. The ones who had a prestigious occupation were placed on group A by default. The ones who had a useful occupation in general, like construction, were also placed into group A. The ones that have been unemployed the entire time were, peculiar enough, sent to the C-corner.

The ones who were defiant in any capacity, whether it was by not responding accordingly to the question, were sent to the middle to represent the D category. The ones who were selected for B and C that took to violence when he approached them were also sent to the middle.

Once all of the hundreds of slaves were gone through, which took no more than thirty minutes, his eyes wandered directly towards the Queen. "Got any questions before I continue, Your Grace? I can't guarantee I will be able to answer all of them, for that might ruin the fun."

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[member=Darth Banshee]

 

[Darth Banshee]

She looked at slaves being sorted, like the animals they where. She never got involved in this part, as it might humanise them. To her at this moment they where just a letter A,B,C or D and that was all she wanted them to be. She let [member="Ryder Zeshatt"] check out the merchandise, after all that what he was being paid for. She was highly curious of his plan, but she resisted the idea of probing his mind for it. That was only used against possible traitors, and as such she was not going to try, though she was tempted.

As he perused the wares, she kept eye on him for an eye, just out curiosity. Then he returned to her, and asked if she had any questions, she replied No, but I have been looking forward to you sorting these out quicker. She smiled politely as she said it, but she wished he cut to chase and do it. The anticipation was killing her, she was almost ready to rip it from his mind, and that is not pleasant.