Rot God

[Causstik Rahn]

[SIZE=11pt]Mugg Fallow, Bone City…[/SIZE]

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[SIZE=11pt]Bone City… A downtrodden place made up of derelict ships. The ships were connected by adobe halls and underground tunnels. Normal cities are built using mortar, brick and steel. But this hell, this hell was built using, mud, bone and blood. The streets were rank with the smells of death. Such happens when a place is run by hunters. A place where the strong survive and the weak are hunted to death. Trandoshan’s openly peeled hides in the city streets. All over skins were laid out on racks to tan, the stench from the drying flesh added to the fetid stink that already permeated the place, making it that much worse. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]In the center of the city stood a large spire. Upon closer inspection the spire is revealed to be another ship, but this one is more well kept than the one’s that make up the homes surrounding it. At the base of the spire is the most popular bar in bone city. The Rotten Egg. The inside of The Rotten Egg was dark and only dimly lit by flickering lights. The tables and chairs were made up of cheap wood that seemed to be rotting at the edges. The floors were covered in filth and sticky puddles. In the recesses of the bar’s booths sat hordes of Trandoshans. They busied themselves playing games like five finger filet or watching bugs fight and betting on the winner.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]It was here that the War-chief Causstik Rahn resided. He was flanked by several minor chiefs in power armor. They laughed voraciously as their leader regaled them with a story of one of the many times he skinned a jedi alive. With tankards in hand they cheered and raised their glasses. Every time they raised their cups they spilled more liquid on the floor adding to the mess. Causstik’s story stopped suddenly and the whole bar grew quiet as a group of newcomers entered the bar...[/SIZE]

 

[Asheda Tyr]

The city was filthy, filled with Trandoshians, mercenaries of other species and other undesirables, pirates, slavers scoundrels, this place made Tattooine look tame in comparison. This begged the question why was she here in the first place, and on her own free will at that, in a sense. The Chiss spy for hire had gone undercover as a latest catch from on of the raiding parties to try and uncover the reason for [member="Causstik Rahn"] psychotic tenancies, her employers were minor representative from SJO GA and commoner, concerned about this crime lord and his recent alignment with the GE and similar governments, and what problem what would cause for their own.

Currently she was wearing a typical slave outfit, a bit more revealing than normal, but it was all part of the act, at lest to some extent, regardless any information that Vettu attained would be worth it. The Chiss along with other captives were leaf away but she was confident that her more rare species and possible knowledge would gain the attention of the more prominent Trandoshians, if not, she'd just escape and try a different method.

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[Riamah]

Once an ally and fighting partner, Causstik had for some reason contacted Ra to visit him in his home in Bone City. He shared with her the location and gave her his word that no harm would come to her when she got there. As a sith lord, she really didn't fear that. She could take care of herself. She had been intelligence and knew how good his word was though.

She arrived and met up with him. Wearing what she considered her business clothes, she had her sabers up her sleeves, knives in her boots. Her displayed weapons were a blaster and double bladed lightsaber on each of her hips. At the end of her braid was a spiked ball. Walking with confidence with him, she wondered why he had invited her here.

Knowing he was slaver, perhaps he had some goods to show her. The other thought that crossed her mind was maybe he wanted to take her and sell her as a good instead. Time would tell what he had planned, but she was prepared either way.

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[Cairyn Midore]

How Cairyn had made it to Bone City, he hadn't a clue. Rarely did he pay attention on public transportation and it was entirely too common for him to wind up in places he truly had no business being. Still, that didn't stop his wandering. After all, what did he have to fear? Yes, he no longer had his darling armor to take otherwise devastating blows, nor did he have Griz or any his beloved beasts to discourage less than friendly bystanders, He did, however, have his childlike innocence and, should that not be enough to encourage all to be nice to him, his lightsaber within arm's reach.

No, concern for his safety was not something the young Midore bothered with. Who cared the average Trandoshan towered over him and his fleshy self? What was the worst they could do, kill him? Enslave him? Anything short of death, he'd gladly return tenfold. And give his pets something to snack on, too.

Indeed, that lack of concern spurred him to move freely, with little concern for anything that may come his way. That same bravery (or more aptly named, foolishness) had him walking right into the Rotten Egg, straight up to the bar. "I'll have your strongest." He declared, face maintaining an expression of complete seriousness, as if daring the bartender to deny him despite him being so obviously underage.

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[Causstik Rahn]

Causstik Rahn watched as the slaves entered the bar followed by their handlers. The handlers prodded the cattle with stun batons. The slaves formed a line in front of the War-Chief and he looked at each carefully. Measuring, weighing, calculating… While Causstik usually held no desire to sleep with other sentients, he did have an eye for beautiful things, and one slave in particular was rather beautiful. He approached the Chiss and looked to her handler.

“Does she dance?” Causstik growled to the man holding the blue woman’s chain.

The man merely shrugged and Causstik turned his attention to the Chiss.

“Dance for me,” He commanded, his voice like raking leaves.

“Wait,” He growled to the slave as one of his guest and a unknown child entered the bar.

The guest was an old friend of his. One Ra’ah’mah. He had invited her here today to witness the spectacle he would soon be putting on, and as she approached he embraced her with open arms.

“Welcome Dar’jetii. This Get’sii was just about to dance for me,” Causstik said in a mixture of Huttese and Basic to Ra . While Causstik spoke to the Sith his one good eye never left the strange child. “Now dance slave,” Causstik commanded again, but still his attention was drawn to the child.

As the boy approached the bar and ordered a drink Causstik gave the bartender a wave. The Trandoshan bar tender nodded in Causstik’s direction than looked to the boy.

“The strongest eh? Coming right up… Ha.. Ha.. ha,” His laughter was more like a series of barks and when he came back with Cairyn’s drink he slammed it on the bar table, spilling bits of its contents all over the already sticky counter. “Drink up…” The bar tender growled at the boy with a large toothy grin on his face.


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[Cairyn Midore]

Wow. He hadn't expected to actually get a drink, as confident as he'd acted. That was entirely unexpected, so much so that he had to stare at the drink set before him for several moments before it dawned on him that that had indeed worked. Unexpected, sure, but that didn't stop him from picking up the glass with all that false bravado and taking a big ol' swig-

And narrowly avoiding spitting it out immediately after.

Whatever he'd managed to convince himself alcohol was supposed to taste like was far from this...this stuff. With no small effort on his part, he swallowed the mouthful of burning liquid, coughing as it traveled down his throat. This was a mistake, a horrible mistake, he was starting to realize. Who could even drink this stuff?

Oh, well, he got what he'd asked for, right?

Climbing onto a stool, legs swinging, not even scraping the floor as he watched the general area with a vacant stare. He sipped at the drink a couple more times, each time his face scrunching in disgust as he tried to get used to the poor excuse of a drink. Catching sight of the little exchange with the slaves and the guy who the bartender had looked towards before giving Cairyn the drink, he watched that group with particular interest, an enthusiastic wave ready should the Trandoshan look his way.

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[Asheda Tyr]

The group was brought into the bar unsurprising, 'Typical Trandoshians', those to weak to walk were being stunned, other beat, it was not a pretty sight, but that is what she was hired to find out, if it wasn't for the current was she could bet the Silver Jedi or Galactic Alliance would invade this place in a heart beat.

It was easy to notice her target, [member="Causstik Rahn"], his complexity more.... intimidating then the others, his voice gravely and commanding, "Um... yes I dance", she put on a shy intimidated act for her new "owner", even if he had gain no pleasure the current charade was working. She too noted the new arrival, a young boy, seeming out of place, but from the way he spoke very confident in himself, still Vettu needed to concentrate on the current task.

Being brought to a slightly elevated platform she began with some simple hip movements and getting her bearings and a sense of rhythm, but also putting on the act of still being afraid. Slowly the dance became more elaborate, her body moving more fluidly, in time to the music in the back ground, her body moving in a seductive manner for all those watching.

That was not all, the constant turns and twists also served as a way to analyses the location, exist, how many men were around, the red eyes of the Chiss woman red eye making it almost impossible for people to notice how her gaze glanced from object to object. Vettu just hoped the slavers were enjoying themselves, nothing would blow the mission more if her temporary owners got bored.


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[Riamah]

Ra knew better than to actually allow Causstik to touch her did her best to return the embrace but not allow that contact. Besides having fought on his side before, she knew he was prepared to face those that could use the Force. Wagging a finger at him, but maintaining her professional smile, she remained a distance from him so she wasn't affected by his voidstone armor.

"Ah Causstik. It's nice to see you again."

It had been quite some time, but she was wiser now. More wary and untrusting of people. Her attention was drawn to the bar for a moment and she needed to look twice at the boy there. Wanting to place her hand over her face, she realized the boy wouldn't know who she was. Ra had died and now had a new body using the skill of Essence Transfer.

Looking at Causstik again with a slightly raised eyebrow, she tipped her head in the direction of Cairyn.

"If you plan to sell the boy there, I'll buy him off you."

While they spoke, he lead her to the line of new slaves that were brought in. His eyes were on one of the women and informed Ra that a dance performance was about to happen. Crossing her arms across her chest, Ra turned to watch as the chiss took her place on one of the dancing platforms. Her guard was up and awareness of the room heightened.

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[Causstik Rahn]

[SIZE=11pt]Causstik watched the young boy drink the poisoned liquor like a champ. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Wow.. Kid’s got guts,” Causstik grumbled as Cairyn took another sip. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The liquor would taste fouler than usual and have a salty smell to it. If Cairyn were to look close enough he might notice it seemed to fizz as if carbonated, or as if something had just finished dissolving. But, before Cairyn finished the drink the Chiss began to dance and Causstik’s gaze was diverted. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]She moved timidly at first, but then her dance began to flow like water. It was mesmerizing and beautiful. Causstik’s tongue tasted the air as he hissed in delight. The blue beauty was a prize to be sure, one Causstik would cherish… Over… And.. Over again… [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Grahahah…”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“She’ll do,” Causstik growled before the woman could finish her dance “Bring her to me,” the war-chief commanded. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The slave handler would yank on the Csillian’s chain and beckon her over to Causstik’s side. As he awaited his new toy Causstik’s attention was brought back to Ra. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“The boy is not for sale. I have bigger plans for him...“ Causstik replied abruptly then asking more cheerfully “Ra’a’mah, would you grace with a dance?” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Causstik hopped out of his seat and snatched a drink from a waiter. He downed the glass then smashed it on the floor. Afterwards Causstik bowed lowly to Ra’a’mah and pointed to the table with a flourish of his arm. [/SIZE]

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[Riamah]

Ra watched Cairyn had more of the drink and shook her head. If it was drugged, that boy was certainly going to wake up with a hangover, if he didn't get killed first. Somehow she suspected that wasn't to happen when Causstik answered her offer about purchasing him. Giving him only a simple nod, she turned her attention to watch the Chiss do her dance.

Never one much for this type of dance, Ra was able to appreciate the performance once it was underway. She felt nothing for the woman or the plight she was in as a slave. Only the very old or young were her concerns and there were none here today other than Cairyn.

Causstik called an end to the dance and had the woman brought over to him. He asked for her to dance as well and she shook her head at him.

"Ah Causstik, that's not the type of dance I'm good at. Never have been."

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[Cairyn Midore]

Regardless of how much Cairyn sipped at the drink, he couldn't bring himself to get used to the liquid. In his defense, he'd never actually been given alcohol any other time he had tried this little stunt. And as much as an inconsistent person Cairyn was, he was no whimp. Well, actually, he was quite weak in most regards, but no one needed to know that.

So he carried on, sipping the disgusting drink, trying to understand why in the world any adults would find pleasure in these drinks.

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[Asheda Tyr]

Vettu inwardly sighed with relief as the War lord roared in delight at her dance, but was a bit annoyed by the constant pulling of the chain around her neck. 'They sure know how to treat visitors', while walking to her new masters side the Chiss continued to look around the room, the boy was continuing to drink the foul beverages the sold, surprisingly enough still staying sober, while the strange woman talked with Causstik, what was there relationship?

She sat down in front of the Trandoshian, "What are you going to do with me"?, she had a fairly good idea on what was going to happen, but knowing exactly would help, and keep painting the picture of a helpless slave girl. She tried to suppress a giggle when the red head kindly refused to dance, just from looking at her she seemed to dignified to even consider doing such an act.

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[Riamah]

Ra knew some of what Causstik did and this was his domain. The drink Cairyn had was likely drugged and would be passing out any moment. He had said the boy wasn't for sale, but she would do what she could to save him. Even if he didn't know who she was, she would try. He wouldn't know of the former alliance Causstik had with the Dominion and he wouldn't know Ra was from it either.

Turning her attention again to the chiss as she was more pulled to the side of Caussik than moving there on her own, she heard her mutter something under her breath. It was then followed by a question directed at her new owner. Ra would be more than happy to provide the answer for her when she heard the woman giggle under her breath.

Vettu'honi'oazi was looking at her with eyes more intelligent than that of a mere slave. Giving her an emotionless look, her golden eyes met the red ones of the chiss. However, whatever thoughts she had, Ra had the upper hand. She wasn't being held with a chain around her neck yet. As she looked at the other woman for that brief moment, Ra reached out with the Force to attempt to tell her something.

You are more than you appear. He's going to try and take me as well at some point. You, me and that boy will need to work together to get out alive.​

Speaking out loud to her she said something entirely different.

"You dare to laugh? You want to see me dance? Fine. Just know I am of no match to her in dancing like that, Causstik."

Looking at him when she said that, Ra did indeed climb up on the table. Her own clothes were form fitting except the sleeves on her shirt. Up those sleeves, she had two little lightsaber hilts hidden. While the chiss wore a revealing bikini that left nothing to imagination, Ra kept her features covered. The curves she had were easily seen, but what was under her clothes remained hidden.

Making a quick gesture to the band, Ra waited for them to begin their next song. Taking a few moments to get the beat, Ra began her dance. Spreading her feet apart, she moved her shoulders, arms and hips to the beat. Swaying with as much precision as she could to the rhythm and her movements very fluid. Dipping and swirling around now and then, she danced until the song ended and jumped down off the table. She landed in the same spot she had been standing at before. Far enough away from him that his armor did not impeed on her ability to use the Force.

It may not have been as alluring as that of Vettu'honi'oazi, it had still caught the eyes of most of the ruffians in the Rotten Egg.

"Happy, Causstik?"

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[Causstik Rahn]

[SIZE=11pt]Causstik Rahn yanked on the Chiss’s chain whilst she giggled at Ra’a’mah. While he found the exchange slightly amusing he had no time for any petty games other than his own. So, as Ra’a’mah got onto the stage Causstik bent low to whisper in his new toy's ear. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“This is where the fun begins,” He growled. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Sure enough Ra’a’mah’s dance was a little bit clumsy, but it served its purpose. It distracted everyone in the bar. For when a Sith lord danced, all paid attention. As she did so a small fog began to seep into the room. The Trandoshan’s in the bar eyed Ra’a’mah with a hungry gaze. Whether the poison worked on Cairyn, if the Chiss had ulterior motives, and if Ra’a’mah thought she was going to leave here. It would all have to wait. The room was now covered in the dense fog and the Trandoshans laughed hysterically at the Sith lord, the young boy, and the Chiss. The fog was in fact a gas called the “[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Trandoshan’s breath[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]”. It rendered all who even breathed in a smidge a slave willing to do whatever their master asked. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The Trandoshan’s placed respirators on as the gas began to fill the room to the brim. Causstik’s own armor filtered out the smoke. The Gas’s effect would only last five minutes, so the T’dosch acted quickly. Yanking Ra’a’mah off the table, the goons would slap a neural inhibitor and chain around her neck. If she was unable to resist the poison they would strip her and search for any hidden weapons. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Thoroughly. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The bar tender would reach over the bar and would lift Cairyn by the scruff of the neck [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“You’re gonna be my new chew toy,” He growled at the kid, but as he lifted the boy he noticed a saber lining his waist. “We got another force user boss!” The bartender said right before slapping a neural inhibitor on Cairyn and confiscating his saber. All over the bar Trandoshan’s began taking anyone who wasn’t one of them prisoner. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Causstik looked to his Chiss slave. “We’re gonna have a right good time… Just you and me… Grahaha,”[/SIZE]

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[Cairyn Midore]

If he wasn't regretting his decisions earlier, he was now. There was no doubt Cairyn was feeling the drink's effects. He was lightheaded, balance was suddenly a whole new ordeal, everything just seemed off. This wasn't what he'd expected his first experience with alcohol to be like. Maybe next time, he'd play it safe, ask for only the second strongest drink. That work out far better, right?

The idea that he'd been poisoned hadn't even crossed his mind. Nor did he take much notice in the fog that had fallen over the bar. No, by then, his focus was directed inward, namely just how horrible he was feeling in the given moment. The glass slipped from his fingers, shattering and spilling the remainder of its contents before Cairyn's dulled senses could think to reach for it. He would've followed, too, had the bar tender grabbed hold of him.

There was a moment of panic in which Cairyn was convinced he would be hurt for reparation of the glass. As the poison ran its course, any forms of apology became a jumbled mess of mushed syllables. The combination of gas a poison left him helpless to any protests, both as the neural inhibitor was secured on his person and his lightsaber separated from him.

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[Asheda Tyr]

She felt the gaze of @Ra'a'mah fall on her, it was clear to see she knew Vettu's true intention, but the fact she had not given her away was something surprising, did she have her own vendetta against the Trandoshians? Her question was answer when the Sith went routeing around in her mind, she responded with a slight nod, feigning it in to be the response to her outburst, though if @Ra'a'mah was smart she would know the proper reason.

Her dance was clumsy, but still decent, she must of had some past experience, maybe Vettu could give her a few pointers, if such meetings where common, the Sith lord would have to get better. She was about to give the woman a slow and sarcastic clap before things when to shiat. The room quickly fell into a fog as the gas worked its way into her mine, she tried to hold her breath but it was useless, the gas being inhaled by the Chiss.

She tried to resist its affect, the interrogations training her father had passed down in the event of being captured, trained not the break, but slowly the gas did its work, to some extent. She felt the need to follow the Trandoshians every command, but still felt like she was in control to some extent, a lewd smile appreing on her face ..... "Yes master". Half of it was the effect of the gas, the other half was just her usually self, what happened to the others, for the moments Vettu didn't care.

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[Riamah]

Being on top of the table, Ra was above the heads of Cairyn and Vettu'honi'oazi. Having the feeling Causstik was going to attempt something, she knew her intuition was correct when the fog started filling the room. However, a simple trick and one any Force user should know was Breath Control. Now that skill by itself wasn't enough to prevent the fog from being inhaled, but she was able to craft a simple barrier over her nose and mouth. These two combined kept her from falling victim to the gas.

Giving Causstik a look that if it could kill him, he would have been dead from it, she leaped from the table to land just far enough away from him not to be bothered by his armor. Not yet even really mad at him, Ra waited to see what he would try next.

"I'm not that easy to catch, Causstik and you should know this."

At the moment, she wasn't worried about the other two. For now they would be safe since it was obvious he had plans for them. She on the other hand was still in danger.

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[Causstik Rahn]

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[SIZE=11pt]Causstik eyed Ra’a’mah carefully. It became apparent the smoke wasn't going to affect her. Causstik looked to his guards and nodded towards the slaves and Cairyn. “Take the Chiss to my tower overlooking the arena… Throw the boy in the pits with the rest…” He commanded and the T’dosch filed out of the bar carrying Cairyn, Vettu, and anyone else unlucky enough to be caught in the smoke with them. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Ra’a’mah... “ Causstik growled quietly. “DIE!” He roared and stomped the ground. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The center of the floor collapsed upon itself and gave way to a series of tunnels. Should Ra’a’mah fall into these tunnels she’d find that it was quite literally a maze. Dark tunnels that led to dead ends, death and worse. Bones lined the walls, beast growled in the shadows, and a dark grey liquid seeped from the corpses of those that never found the way out. Bugs crawled all over the floor as they feasted upon the mounds of flesh that made up the earth. Should Ra make it to the end of these tunnels she’d find that they led to a great open arena. But, should she not do so quietly she’d find a fate far worse than death.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Careful Ra’a’mah! The dead may lie here, but they never sleep!” He barked. “GRAHAHAHA!” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Cairyn and the rest of the slaves would be herded through the city streets. Small Trandoshan hatchlings tossed stones at the slaves as they were escorted through the fetid streets. Yelling and laughing as they chased the slaves. Prodding them with sticks, pretending they were on a great hunt. Huts made of bone and hide sat everywhere and outside these huts worked the elderly trandoshans, the crippled, and the weak. They rushed for the slaves in droves, rubbing foul smelling paint all over the slave's body. All in hopes that their sacrifice would be the one. The hutts broke out into an open field, which finally led to a great coliseum. The guards ushered the slaves inside a dark cell where they would find several rusty weapons waiting for them. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Vettu would be ushered into a speeder and then taken to a great tower overlooking the arena. The Trandoshan servants would take her and escort her, by the chain, to the top. The inside of the tower was laden with the skulls of past chieftains who had committed to the sacrifice and come out god’s because of it. Each one had brought his own sacrifice and his sacrifice had reigned supreme. Thus he ascended to god hood and his skull was placed in the great tower’s walls. Jewels are placed in the skulls eyes and they becomes revered as one of the Scorekeeper’s favorite children. As Vettu walked through the towers she’d find sparkling eyes of the dead staring at her from every direction. Finally she’d reach the top and find herself overlooking the giant arena… [/SIZE]


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[Riamah]

Ra had not landed over the pit he opened, but next to it where she had been standing before. She knew they were looking for a fight, but she didn't give them one. Instead, she quickly wrapped herself with the Force and disappeared from view. Nothing within the Force could be sensed and nothing but maybe a slight wavering in the light could be seen of where she was located. Skills she had learned with the assassins played in well here and Ra used them to her advantage.

Hiding within the Force, Ra followed along behind Causstik. Not close enough to be within his armor's influence though. While the voidstone effected her, it did not cut her off completely from the Force. Not wanting to be weakened in any form though, she stayed back.

It appeared they were heading for an area and his castle that was nearby to it. The shielding was a simple technique and one Ra was well versed in having maintained a neutral façade for so long not even knowing it, the bending of the light was a little more difficult. The party moved fast though, but Ra kept up. When she needed to, she went into physical hiding to recuperate her Force. However, she never lost sight of the party.

As they entered the area, Ra followed closer and saw what was planned. Perhaps, she would partake of this party as well.

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[Asheda Tyr]

Her moves where not her own in some regard but she decided to play along for now, 'hope this drug does not have any side effects', her body being firmly pushed into the awaiting speeder, being delivered to the mains towers, it looming presence inspiring awe and most likely fear into lesser beings.

The row of skulls along the wall quickly made Vettu relies why she was selected, her dossier had detailed the beast fanatic worship of the so called score keeper, it did not take her long to piece together that she was a sacrifice for said god. Thoughts of trying to escape flooded through her mind, but untilatly decided against it for now, a more relaxed time would need to be chosen, when their guard was down. As of now the chain around her neck was to tightly seduced by her guard to warrant an escape attempt, lest be killed on the spot.

She as brought to an area over looking the area, were they going to put a show for her before being offered up to their god? only time will tell, perhaps she would get to see that young man fight? It was not uncommon for certain tribes to use captured slaves as fighter in an area for there own amusement. Vettu sat down on the ground next to her 'master still playing he part of the obedient slave, still partially under the effects of the drug, but all the while still taking in the surroundings, potential escapes, things to use as weapons.

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