The Breaking of Chains (Open)

[Voices of The Deep]

Narr Shadda​

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Underground Slave Auction​

Location: Space Station​

​Coordinates: Special Access Only​

And now here she stands...a tool...a possession. A slave...but one would be wise to remember that she may of wore these shackles and chains...but they would not define her...

Lethal, vicarious, cunning, never was there such an underived refinement in the savagery of carnal impulse. Sleekened creatures, living shadows sifting with parlous fervour out along the edges of a flickering candle's flame, she is immaculate in contemptible, ensanguined swathe comely enough for Mephistopheles herself. She is hellish discord in heaving volatility, she is turbulent with the capability to strip away all that holds worth or sentiment to the heart, yet never forthcoming with her treachery and definite nature. Preferred is the secretive craft of schemes, plots, of kiss and control that he hold with the iron born claw of primal need for dominion, to have the revel of divide and glorified sanctum in the palm of her quivering hand. Cold mirrors reflect beasts beneath the mantilla masquerade of nobility, the grimalkin lurking against the surface of composed regard, the gold of gratified succulence.

The Matriarch was a stranger to these lands; neigh, this galaxy. Foreign...untamed...'wild'. She did not know what she could do to help her situation and thus she was forced into uncomfortable circumstances. Ever since her home was raided by flying metal monsters that rained fury from the skies she had become a shell of her former self...never in her life had she witnessed such cold blooded cruelty...the her brothers and sisters...slaughtered...the children they reaped...her children.

She had not seen her precious offspring since the day they were ripped from her arms...thrown into cages like animals and taken away from her. The memory stained the back of her eyelids...everytime she closed her eyes they were all she saw.


She could still hear the agonizing screams of her people...There was no way to wash the blood from her hands, no way to ease the haunting voices that collected and traversed the space above her head—their songs alluring and teasing, stirring up memories best left buried. Shay may of once been a Queen... had weaved a tale of political power and dominance...but her evil did not come mindlessly...it was not meditated evil...it was not sadistic evil. She only committed evils when it was beneficial for her to do so.

But in this land filled with chaotic evils and liars, being a monster was the only way to survive...

Her idle thoughts were only a distraction, something best left to midnight hours and lonely brooding. She had been so lost in her thoughts that she had almost forgotten where she was...

She stood...looking down upon several men and women who seemed to observe her rather closely...bright golden eyes wandered over the rest of the rather massive room...other slaves standing upon perches surrounded as well as customers wandered around...trying to get a feel of who they liked and who they did not...

Shay grimaced...the cool air stinging her skin as metal jewelry clung to her flesh...a loincloth clinging to her bare hips as her long hair was strewn across her back. In completely honesty...this form of clothing was not new to her...in fact it was a common fashion trend on her home planet for casual wear...but given the way most of the creatures before her stared with such eager eyes made The Queen feel rather exposed...more so than usual. And as music played in the background one of the employees sauntered over to her space and made his presence known to her.

The feminine looking man crossed his arms sternly and gave her a glare...tapping his foot impatiently before pointing at the...customers.

"I will not go through this again with you...you are supposed to dance. Give them a reason to purchase you." He hissed, forcing Shay to merely blink as she narrowed her gaze...

Once again he spoke in a tongue unfamiliar to The Queen...However, he then lifted his hands and began to sway his hips back and forth as if demonstrating what he desired from her...and upon watching him do this she frowned deeply.

She could of simply denied...but doing so would probably get her in the cold box...somewhere she would rather not go again. And with this in mind the maiden complied to the request given...slowly moving her body back and forth before putting her rather degrading outfit to use, swaying her hips back and forth alluringly as she danced upon the stage...her eyes closed, shame swelling in her chest as she played her part...

If only she had the power...to turn this all around.



[member="Veino Garn"]
[member="Ryn'Dhal"]
[member="Jerek Zenduu"]
[member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]
[member="Joza Perl"]
[member="Viktor DuSang"]
[member="Solan Charr"]
[member="Mara Sedaya"]
[member="Aeshi Tillian"]

(Part 1 of Act 1 is open. Feel free to come along either as an ally or enemy. Have a drink, involve yourself, or ect rather you are apart of this main plot or not. Enjoy ^^)

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Queen Roshanara"]

Solan was there as Yalas Tecan, a merchant from the unknown regions looking for a new slave to replace the one lost to an unfortunate accident when she had disobeyed him. For anyone that actually knew Solan though, they would know that was as far of a lie as possible and he happily enjoyed screwing with the minds of the guards. It was something he had thoroughly enjoyed doing for all of five seconds before instantly remembering why he was here in the first place. Mostly it was a good drink, some social air, and to burn a good for nothing slaver but he was sure he could get to that after the Wine.

It was then that he was surprised by the rather... well clean air about this place. It was easy to see, the music was clear and he actually felt like he was in a respectable establishment for a few moments before the slap on the face of a slave brought him back to reality. He would have to remember to incinerate that one once the party started.

Then he smiled as he found his seat, a rather removed booth but still with a good view of the exits and entrances, as well as the auction stage itself. He had already gotten out a datapad and was in the process of linking it to the system, the way most here would pay for their acquisitions. He knew it was required all of them use credits that could be transferred instantly rather than be lost in a physical transition and he had to give the criminals the praise for proper business transactions... as disgusting as the trade is.

But he waited and watched for this new slave that was suppose to be brought out, something about an exotic beauty.

 

[NightSister]

"Don't - DON'T YOU DARE!"
Mara writhed beneath the steel grip of two alien bodyguards, her hand desperately reaching for her saber as she lashed out wildly. She had taken a one-time job in Narr Shadaa, and while taking a break to get a drink she had ended up face-to-face with a gang of evident criminals. Her initial attempt to apologise and be on her way had not been taken to kindly, and her attempt to get away had, simply put, failed. She had taken too long to make her escape, which had given the thugs enough time to gather their forces.

"I swear, if you -" Mara screeched out as the saber at her hip was spotted and snatched away. Without it, she was not altogether useless, but against five taller, stronger men, she had very little in way of defense. Frantically, she looked around the bar - nobody else seemed at all bothered by the sudden kidnapping; even the bartender seemed more interested in whether her captors would succeed than the legality of the scene.
"No, you GET OFF -" A hand wrapped around her throat, and the harsh blaze of the lights faded into blackness.

Some time later...

"You're up soon," a snarling voice reminded her, "don't you disappoint." A yank at the chain fastened to the collar around her throat enforced the unspoken 'or else'. Mara gritted her teeth and nodded.
When she had woken up, Mara had been shackled in the backroom of some shady underground location with her captors surrounding her and a collar at her throat. With her Force-powers suppressed, Mara was all but helpless, and if she hadn't thought there was a chance of escape then she would have let pride dictate her actions and fought until she was freed or killed. As it was, she had bowed her head, allowed herself to be stripped down into a flashy and provocative costume that made her feel ill to see herself in it, and led into the wings of a slave auction.

What stung the most wasn't even her sudden enslavement. She could have been sold as a soldier, a servant, even a sadist's plaything: those indicated that even if her life was no longer hers to control, she had skill, strength, something of value. Instead, she had been reduced to an object, a pet, a piece of eye candy, good for nothing except to stand and look pretty while an audience jeered.

Mara waited backstage with a barely disguised scowl, forcing herself to pay attention to her surroundings. A tall and exotic-looking woman was showing buyers her value - was it only up close that her pained expression was visible?
Mara was outraged. For herself, for the woman on the stage, for all the girls chained up behind her - she was outraged at her captors, at the buyers, at everybody who sat and yelled catcalls towards the dancing slaves. If she had any weapon at all, she would throw caution to the wind and put an end to tonight's auction, but she didn't. What was there to do?

[member="Queen Roshanara"] [member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Causstik Rahn]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Causstik Rahn had been to many occasions like this one. He was a mercenary currently working for the Hutt Cartel whom appreciated his unorthodox methods. He had come here to purchase his new masters a slave, admit-ably though he did kill one of their old ones. The truth is Causstik was a schizophrenic pyro-maniac and the irony was that the voice in his head was an egotistical Sith manipulating him from across the galaxy. So in essence Causstik was a slave too, he just didn't know it. The room was well lit and fairly nice, but the booths were shrouded in shadow to give some of the customer’s anonymity. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Causstik sat in a booth close to one of the slave tables and was approached by a waitress. "Why you're a big one ain't y'u. Bet your a monster in the pits. Whatcha drinkin' 'Doshan?" He looked at the waitress and flashed her a toothy grin filled with incisors [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]"Tihaar," [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]the waitress stalked off to get his drink and he watched one of the slaves’ dance. She had an air of entitlement about her. Slaves like her ran and men like Causstik were paid to bring 'em back. The waitress came back with his drink and he stared into the dark liquid. Suddenly he heard the all too familiar voice in his head. [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Don't drink that unless you want to end up like one of them.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Causstik sniffed the drink and poured it out. He looked up at the slave table once more. Behind it another girl was being prepared to go on stage soon. [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]I sense something strange about that one. You will buy her. [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Causstik eyed [member="Mara"] Sedava and after deliberation decided she didn’t look dangerous, nor would she run away. He began looking for her broker.[/SIZE]

[member="Queen Roshanara"], [member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Kaiden Rohn]

He was among the enemy. He was fraternizing with them, moving among them like he was one of them. He had truly stepped over the edge, that all he was waiting for was gravity to pull him down like he was a coyote. All he was missing was a sign that said 'uh-oh'. Lately, he had been going through these cronies like he was writing book, only his punctuation marks were bullet holes. He might have laughed at his own bravery at being here, but then he would have to have remembered how to. This place catered to men's impulses, the savage reality of what it meant to be a man with power and desire. The girls were like jigsaw puzzle pieces, and when you got the picture together, it was lust and greed in the picture. Combine the two and wonderful places like this popped up. He was dressed moderately, a shirt and a shoulder holster with two slugthrowers. Not that they'd do well against an army. He was allowed to carry, on the condition that if he pulled them out, every gun in the place would be on him.

But, the guns in the room wouldn't do too well against a man like him. But this was small time. If you wanted to take apart the puzzle, you went straight for the middle chunks. Pulling off corners didn't do squat. An ugly (as per the species status quo) Trandoshan sat at the bar, hungrily looking to the stage. And by the looks of it, Mandalorian. If he knew anything about the Mandalorians, that if a man like Ordo or Preliat caught that scumbag here, they themselves would probably slice the place up. But that was neither here nor there. Kaiden's eyes danced to the stage, trying to blend in. He even got a drink, though it was a little too not from a bottle and not accompanied by painkillers for his liking. It was a steady diet, the new fad that all the washed up commandos were following. Pills in one hand, bottle in the other, gun on the table. Either for shooting himself or the next bad guy. Each night was a 50/50 chance. But last night the bad guys won out. There were still a lot, and he had a lot of talent left to let it go to waste.

Plus, ammo was expensive. Why waste it?

His eyes locked onto the female on the stage. Pretty, dangerous. Like most of the women in his life. He swirled his drink, and watched as another was prepped. Barbaric. He tapped. All he needed was an opening. All he needed was a chance. And the whole room- was gonna go up in a hail of bullets and confusion. He just needed to wait a single moment. Just watched how things panned out. Maybe someone else was here for the same reason. Or maybe he was lone wolfing it again. Then again, he was never the kind of kid to share his toys on the playground anyway.

[member="Mara Sedaya"][member="Queen Roshanara"][member="Causstik Rahn"]

 

[Aeshi Tillian]

Aeshi had dressed the part for this job, delivering exotic supplies and trade goods from the Outer Rim. Expensive ethnic art for the most part, jewelry from more primitive worlds. This was a high class auction and some of the slavers had wanted some additional things to sell, in conjunction with women or as an addition to. Supplies from far and away on the far side of the galaxy were hard to come by on Nar Shadda. There was little room for elegant, for unperverted beauty.

So she wasn't expecting much of a profit here. If anything, she was just hoping to make it through without being groped or ogled or stolen. Hence her dressing for the part. She had a cleaner, more military cut tunic and trousers set, with the blast vest on top of that, with the two pistols clearly visible. She understood the restrictions on their use, but she had... persuaded the guards that given the nature of the situation, she reserved the right to use them if she felt threatened.

Which, even standing outside the room, was now. The entire atmosphere was revolting- churning her stomach and leaving her feeling exposed and dirty. Her hands went to the grips of her pistols. There was a little confidence there, but not much.

Trust in the Force, Dirk had taught her. Let it guide her and strengthen her. Aeshi was pretty skeptical of that, if she was going to be entirely honest.But it was worth a try. She rolled her shoulders and let her neck relax, taking deep breaths. Breathing was the key, from what she understood. It was said to center the mind and the body as one with the Force, as long as she opened her mind. A certainty settled across her mind and body. Strange, even, but she was more at peace now, and the tension in her shoulders relaxed.

Maybe this Force thing had its uses. She moved away from the doorway, leaning against a wall as various potential buyers sized up her display. It was a native blanket woven with planets only found on her world, with predominantly wooden tools and sculptures, but quite a bit of jewelry, made with polished wood or stone. All quite simple, but quite beautiful. Not that the buyers here were that interested, unless they wanted something to try and bribe the women they purchased with or otherwise make them look nicer.

Aeshi grimaced again as a buyer made his way towards her. He wasn't interested in the merchandise, that was clear. He was more interested in her, so she put her hands on the pistols again as he approached. After this, she was going to give the agent who contacted her a beat down. The fact this was a slave auction had never been mentioned. The description had just been of a high class auction of luxury goods. That was what she dealt in. Not this...

[member="Queen Roshanara"] [member="Kaiden Rohn"] [member="Causstik Rahn"] [member="Mara Sedaya"] [member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Michael Shado]

[member="Causstik Rahn"] [member="Solan Charr"] [member="Aeshi Tillian"] [member="Kaiden Rohn"] [member="Queen Roshanara"] [member="Mara Sedaya"]

Michael found himself in some kind of place that the underworld would have called, a slave auction. Though, why was he here? Hired security, of course. He was acting as muscle, walking around with his weapon resting in his arms, checking to make sure no one placing their hands on the slaves. His helmet hid his face, but he recognized the Transhoshan from the White Palace easily. Michael walked up to the lizard, giving a nod in respect, and gently pumped his arm into Causstik's as a way of saying 'what's up'.

"Good to see you again vod, how are you?"

Leaning against the table, he realized that the Trandoshan was drinking, and laughed.

"Probably not a good idea to drink that...no telling what they put in it. So you here to buy, or are you selling?"

 

[Causstik Rahn]

Causstik's eyes rested on the slave, but he spoke to the Mandalorian. He nodded his head and smiled. "I am well and here to buy. I have to replace the slaves we killed on our hunt. I still remember the flames fondly," he hissed in his Trandoshan accent.

Causstik looked into the cup for a brief moment and threw it out.

"Where has the rest of your a'liit gone off too?" He said rubbing his chin curiously.

Causstik was sure Micheal would not be working alone, even he had backup just a call away. A pilot named [member="Desmond C'artyom"] who was working for The Black Sun syndicate had been hired to help transport the cargo through some of the places slavery was a taboo. Then Cusstik began to get up and approach the slave. "You coming?"
[member="Michael Shado"], [member="Mara Sedaya"] and everyone

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

Desmond walked into the room and gave the place a careful eye. It was nice for a slave auction house. He didn't blend in very well, with his torn black dusty coat and battle worn armor. He didn't trust the place. Any thing that hid what it truly was didn't warrant trust. He walked to the bar and sat as far away from the Trandoshan as he could manage. He placed his hat on the table and pulled down his bandanna. He watched as a slave danced in the distance. She looked beautiful and soft. She wouldn't make it long. He shook his head. He felt bad for the pore sods, and in his heart of hearts had decided he would help them if he could. Though he didn't know it yet.

He looked to his left and noticed a rather angry looking man. He had that look that said "I seen some poodoo". He gave Des the chills. "Hey fella' where can a guy get a stiff drink round here?" he said nonchalantly attempting to match the man's bravado.

Desmond was a "procurer of rare goods" who worked for the Black Sun. One of the largest criminal empires around, he killed men, made unbelievably difficult smuggling runs, had been in his fair share of scraps and yet men like this one and the Trandoshan still scared the manure out of him. Though with the right motivation and a nagging conscience Des still found himself doing the right thing. Even if it killed him.

[member="Causstik Rahn"], [member="Kaiden Rohn"], [member="Queen Roshanara"]

 

[Voices of The Deep]

The delicate lotus remembered the fire...she remembered the battle...the heavy noise that sounded like the beating of wicker drums, cheering screams, smoky air laden with the metallic aroma of fresh blood. Oh how the memory of war possessed her dreams...every night, rocking her into a goodnight like a surreal lullaby.

Guttural, mocking, the obscuring voice drifted out of sudden memory like a sluggish phantom that momentarily seized her growing hysteria. The gathering crowd...feasting their gaze upon the sheer spectacle... Yet, she supposed it held a purpose, something she'd begrudgingly admit later on down the line that had aided her to be able to come through most of this experience as placidity began to slip like a sedative through her careening frame, as her impassioned heart quieted and the snarling savagery of reptilian beast came to heel with the calming regard of cunning calculation.

It was a languid process, a delicate test of limits that had an ever thinning line where the most minuscule bit of vehement action could render progress to a void still, and she had to be careful to not overstep merely because she had confidence in herself to tolerate what she was not capable of handling. Back and forth, she worked in tireless array from one eye to another in determination to see her children restored while coordinating her other forms of influence into some semblance of usefulness.

So at this moment...this exact moment. A piece of eye candy she would be...if that was the cost. Because those within the crowd would be smart to note...that she was no delicate flower to be tramped and ruined. No she was predator...a cold blooded reptile figuratively and literally.


Searing anguish. Leering agony that crept along dulled nerves and deadened senses ached in malicious stead. The first few moments, she stood, staring at the small creatures around her as they drank themselves into a stooper...stared at her body with the wide eyes of newly birthed children...so desperate for power...so desperate for authority...but in the end. What would they do when he had it? Vicious, vicarious progression deemed a more fervid miasma, one that seized with the sudden bitter acridity that well spoke of the endeavors of such malicious deeds. Slaked. The animosity of the toxins spread through constricting veins, shrieking resistance in futile efforts, a struggle against the permeating death of blood, of flesh and bone. Crippling at first, but steadily, hastened did the effects truly begin to illuminate.

Oh she remembered the day...that wretched day where all she knew was taken from her... Body sensation began to collapse in upon itself, burning fury sitting in her veins, quivering flesh would drop to the cold chalice of the stone floor in which she was binded was the feeling of dripping sanguine wine that slipped, spilled over paling skin, that ran in amorous stead over the breadth of honed muscle. Frame grew taunt, stiffened with the kiss of death's macabre appearance and grandeur grace. Lungs struggled, pulse becoming little more than the thrum of enslaved insect wings to flutter weakly against the span of ribs. Low was the voice of the gallows, a sentence to the sea before he felt a sense of rising. Ascendance gave way to dismal descent, a rapid fall that left her disoriented, a loss of time and space and all of the minute workings once taken for granted. There was a heavy discomfort, a malevolent weight upon her chest that suffocated in blind hatred, that threatened to drain the very life from her veins, yet still she struggled, she fought through morose, grim determination to stay away from the ethereal curtains of eternal night shade that beckoned so sweetly. She revolted against her oppressors...but she failed...and now she was here.

And so she watched...she watched all those below stirring and scrambling about like insects.

She would burn them...she would burn them all.

And as her time slowly came to an end and her 'shepherd' came to collect her and bring her down from the table Shay merely glared down at the meager man and narrowed her eyes...he seemed like a nice man...simply doing his job stressing when things don't go according to plan...it was relateable. And as he extended his hand to held her down The Queen tilted her head and took his hand...stepping down from the table as her golden gaze fell upon her spectators who continued to stare while snickering to his associates...

"You did a wonderful job my dear. Many eyes wandered to you, i think we have a few interested buyers." He whispered excitedly...a smile forming upon his lips...

However, his excitement was short lived when one of the...'spectators' spoke up.

"I'll say." He mused, followed by a rather audible 'smack' along the bare flesh of the Queens thighs...the woman grimaced, looking over her shoulder at the man as he smiled rather smugly. "How bout another dance luv?" He asked teasingly...

Shay merely tilted her head...her reptilian tail swaying behind her as if a cobra poised to strike. Her dear shepherd attempted to pull her away, but she slipped through his grasp and approached the table where the man sat.

Her bright eyes flared with color...her gaze fixed on him as she crawled atop the table...hands and knees planted as her hind quarters were left to the crowd behind, leaving little to the imagination. She reached forward and grabbed the man by the tie...pulling him closer as an audible hiss escaped the womans lips.

"Mmmm...Veelah Ke'lai? Brava nel ve?" She whispered sensually in her foreign tongue...taking her hand and running it through the strands of hair along the gentleman head.

They wanted a show? Oh she'd give them a show...

She may of been subjected to the title of 'slave'...eye candy for the lustful...sure. But to be touched? By the hands of the unworthy?

Death would sooner kiss her lips before hand.

And as the man seemed to fall hypnotized to her feminine charms his eyes slowly drifted closed...almost as if they were heavy with sleep as he leaned in closer as if desiring a kiss...Shay smirked, playing along with the game as she pressed her own lips into his. Oh yes, she would grant him this gift...for it would most certainly be his last.

And as that kiss went on for a few moments longer, she would reach out through the force...focusing on his body heat and adding to it using the power of pyromaniac. And as the seconds passed the very blood within his veins would begin to broil...his flesh ripple and tighten as she increased the temperature of his bodily fluids. And before he could even realize what was happening he quickly burst into flames from all over his body. And within seconds he pushed her away and began to scream and agony as he fell to the floor and began to roll around pathetically like the dog he was.

The Queen merely licked her lips, pleased with the display as she took a seat upon the table and crossed her leg over her knee. A grin spreading across her lips as she tilted her head and watched...

The crowd seemed rather...pleased by her additional show. Many patrons clapping and whistling in praise as others clapped...the few who were appalled by the act merely stared in shock as the man burned to death. Among them was her dear shepherd...who now seemed rather cautious. Unwilling to approach her as she sat upon the table as if she belonged.


Who else wanted to steal a kiss from the Mother of Dragons?

Come now audience...you and i both know how this ends.


[member="Desmond C'artyom"]
[member="Causstik Rahn"]
[member="Michael Shado"]
[member="Aeshi Tillian"]
[member="Kaiden Rohn"]
[member="Mara Sedaya"]
[member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Queen Roshanara"] had inadvertently helped him immensely with her last display. Considering the state of this auction and the relatively clean selling floor, the security of the sale had been something he could not get around even with the force. So it was impossible for him to bring his crystal or his sabers in any form, but it seemed that fate smiled on him with a rather volatile creature. He wasn't sure if she could understand Galactic Basic considering that he had just learned how unlike humans she was, but it was worth the chance to see.

Her display and the now on fire individual was more than enough fuel in both flame and emotion. With a snap of his fingers out of habit, the flames leaped up and away from the burning man, growing and spreading out, starting to overtake anyone too close and sending the buyers scattering. He was on the other hand unfazed as the fire continued to grow and spread out, his hand working like a conductor and sending tongues of fire at the guards and consuming them on the inside as the Slaver stared in shock.

Now doubt those Mandalorians and the despicable creature that was a Trandoshan would be curious as to the happenings, probably unable to react assuming that they were lacking their weapons. If they weren't it would be very surprising to Solan. This had been an auction, and in that manner, weapons would be banned from the premise for the simple reason to ensure fights did not start in the auction. This, of course, was unavoidable it seemed anyways but as the others would come to find, the flames would now continue to grow without control to them, the only control being that they avoided Solan and the two slaves who had been at auction.

Stopping in front of the slaver a sick, dark smile crept up his face and with a hand, he reached out and placed it on the man's shoulder. Slowly fire spread out from where he touched and started to consume the creature as it began to squeal in fear and pain. It was intoxicating to him, the creature helpless and burning to death for his crimes. Not a hint of mercy or empathy for the man as he suffered worse than most. Solan pushed on him the pain and suffering of slaves, that of which was still archived in his mind. Solan watched without blinking while he did this, letting the fire continue to grow and consume the building that they had all been in, an eye kept on the two slaves, one of which was now very familiar to him.

[member="Mara Sedaya"], why in the world was the Dathomiri woman here? He would have to ask her after he was finished reducing this man to the ash that he belonged as.

[member="Desmond C'artyom"] [member="Causstik Rahn"] [member="Michael Shado"] [member="Aeshi Tillian"] [member="Kaiden Rohn"]

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Queen Roshanara"] [member="Solan Charr"] [member="Mara Sedaya"] [member="Kaiden Rohn"] [member="Aeshi Tillian"] [member="Desmond C'artyom"]

Tydus sat in the higher elevated areas in the corner near the darkness where he liked it. He was allowed to travel around Nar Shadaa as an agreement with the other Underworld Bosses that Nar Shadaa was somewhat of a neutral place for business. This did count as business for him, as he was working right now. The auction house was a bit crammed but he didn't mind, he knew the owner of the House and where the quick exits were. As a Leader of the Shadow Legion, it was his job to know these kinds of things, to really know all things.

The Shadow Legion had little presence on Nar Shadaa as it was way outside there influential range. His recruiting if Dia Sha-Dow Specters was in over drive as he needed more agents around the galaxy. Slaves and kidnapping were the top two ways to get them, as the secrete society were keen on not using recruitment posters.

He was so far successful in the sense that he had already purchased a Wookie and a Diathim[/color], both were goin to be taken to a secrete location and trained to become spies. He still had quite a bit of money and was still in the market for one more slave, and the pool of interesting subjects were beginning to dwindle, he of course was loosing his interest and was thinking of leaving to another auction house before heading back to base and putting the Slaves through processing. He just sat there and contemplated what his next move would be.

That was until the man before him burst into flames, he watched as this man was turned into a pile of dust. This broke his concentration and reviled his ability to use the force, yet he did not care. He felt the wave of energy that this women let off some of the most powerful energy ever. He sat there with anticipation, his slaves wanting to run, but he did not budge.

 

[Causstik Rahn]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Causstik watched as the woman stepped down from the stage. She was groped by a man near her, then she began to put on a different kind of show. She mounted the human and moved with considerable grace climaxing in a kiss, and just as quickly as it began it ended. Causstik stopped mid stride as every orifice in the man’s body lit aflame. The fire seemed to creep out of his very being consuming, Causstik imagined, even his soul. The blaze danced across his body searching hungrily for more fuel. The inferno's beauty and power had Causstik in a trance. He snapped out of it as his Mandalorian friend approached him.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]I must have her. [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Causstik would take her to the Hutts and she would show him the flame every night. Then the voices came, worming their way into the grey matter of his brain. [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]I will not let your morbid obsessions take precedent over my plans. [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]He shook his head. [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]I will buy them both. The Hutts have money. [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]To anyone paying close attention it would seem the Trandoshan was mumbling nothings to himself. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Then suddenly the fire took on a life of its own. Whipping around the room and incinerating guest and guard alike. Causstik took it as a sign from the Scorekeeper. She was watching and she wanted to see how many Jagannath points he would bring her. Caustic lit his wrist flamethrower and burned everything he could. He basked as the heat warmed his scales. Then he pressed a button and his gauntlet sprouted metal claws. He charged forward screaming like a mad man “OH! WHAT A GLORIOUS DAY! WATCH ME SCOREKEEPER!”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt][member="Desmond C'artyom"], [member="Michael Shado"], [member="Queen Roshanara"] and [member="Mara Sedaya"], [member="Solan Charr"][/SIZE]

 

[Aeshi Tillian]

Aeshi took a deep breath and and sat down by the wall. A buyer approached, eyes focused on the artifacts for once, and Aeshi stood to her feet, waving a hand across the items, to gesture her closer. But then everything broke loose in the main room. Fire exploded out the door and she could feel the temperature sky-rocket. Her head jerked up in surprise. Darkness coiled around the room, despite its sudden and unexpected glow.

"Get out of here!" Aeshi yelled to the woman, who ducked for cover as flames spurted from the doorway, followed by screams. Screams of terror, screams of pain, and screams from what seemed to be a Trandoshan calling to the score-keeper, followed by yet more flames. Aeshi drew her pistols from her holster, feeling their decent grip as she headed for the doorway.

It was a nightmare in there, full of charred bodies, dead, and dying. Yet three minutes ago, she'd been thinking this was boring. She took a deep breath.

"Out! Everyone out, through this door!" Her voice cut through the screams and sound of the flames. Everyone was running, except a slave on a table and a man in a booth, who seemed to be enjoying this too much. The Darkness roiled around him. Maybe that's where the flames had come from.

But there were more slaves now, huddled down by the floor, unable to escape the inferno, from either of the individuals who had gone mad. She wouldn't trust them to help anyone out, so she darted inside the room, wrapping her vest around her mouth and nose. Smoke still rattled through mouth and nose, but there was nothing she could really do about that now.

She stopped where the first slaves were being held and squinted at the chains. Delicate, more for appearance, than anything else, but stronger than she could break. But she had options still, she raised one of the pistols, squeezing the trigger. The sound of the shot was distinctive and the chain melted.

"Head to that door!" She yelled, giving the women a friendly smile, "Follow the hallway and take the first left. There's a ship there. I can get you to safety."

She ducked suddenly as a tongue of flame licked across the wall, scorching the edges of her vest. She recoiled as the heat bit into her skin, but bit her teeth to push the pain away. She moved on to the next batch, blasting those chains away and giving them the same directions.

She had a better angle at the Trandoshan and the Dark Man now, throwing up her pistols and firing off three quick shots each before diving back to the ground to blast another group free. Who let these two madmen in? You would think there were better security checks for such an upscale establishment.

The room was falling to pieces now, metal charred and decorations bursting into flame. It was time to begin to escape, but the one slave was still sitting on the table. Aeshi gestured at her, pointing to the door.

"Run! Down the corridor, first left!" Another finger of flame licked across the ceiling, singing her hair. "I'll be right behind!" She fell back to the ground again and started crawling towards the door.

[member="Causstik Rahn"] [member="Tydus Wryeens"] [member="Solan Charr"] [member="Queen Roshanara"]

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

Desmond was sitting at the bar next to the creepy silent macho man when suddenly he spotted a figure skulking in the shadows. It was, whom he believed to be [member="Tydus Wryeens"]. He never met the man, but something from his posture reminded him of the way he sounded that day on Kuat. The man had a... Presence about him.

He was still enjoying his drink and trying to discern who the figure was when someone spontaneously com-busted. Time to go. Des placed his hat on his head and raised his bandanna. Then stuff got really wild. The flames began to spread rapidly, Causstik began shouting and killing things at an alarming rate, someone was attempting to kid nap the slave girls and he was pretty sure macho man to his left was in fact dead.

Desmond had a job to do and if he didn't get those slaves Causstik would kill him. He waved an ember off his hat and withdrew two Black Nebula pistols which he had inappropriately named Happy Ending and Hand Job from his coat. (A bribe went a long ways in the underworld). He ran through flames and smoke, slid over a few tables, until finally he blocked the man and the slaves exit. Then someone began firing shots.

Des took aim at the slave girls (And not the men who were throwing fire around like it was going out of style) and said "Hold it right there mistuh or they're gon'na be dead befo' you can open your yap," He kicked a little flame off his coat "You can 'ave 'em back when we're done, alright. Let's be reasonable now," Desmond was in fact the fastest quick draw on his home planet and was sure these perty ladies wouldn't be so perty no more unless they complied.

[member="Causstik Rahn"], [member="Solan Charr"], [member="Queen Roshanara"], and [member="Mara Sedaya"]

 

[NightSister]

Double post please ignore.

 

[NightSister]

In what could almost be considered a stroke of look, Mara was approached before she could be forced onto the stage to dance. A group of mercenaries or the like, evidently, needing to replace a slave. She hated them within less than a second of laying eyes on them, but they were well armed and Mara saw no other alternative.

Then in what was without a doubt a stroke of luck, just as she was being led off, a man erupted into flames a few feet off. The woman who had just been on crawled back to the dealers, looking immensely pleased with herself. Normally Mara would have taken the time to watch in awe, trying to work out how she would have done it, but not only had her little display had caught the attention of the audience, but the fire was spreading rapidly and igniting everything around it.

Glancing around wildly, Mara's gaze landed on a half-burnt table. She picked the table up by its unburnt side, then put all her strength into snapping off a leg. Within a moment she had set fire to one end, letting the piece of wood act as a torch. Hiding in a corner, Mara lifted her dark hair and set fire to her collar. In a moment the shackle was smoldering, and her power surged as she ripped it off her neck.

She felt powerful. All the Force-energy that the collar had been repressing for the last few hours came out in powerful bursts as Mara advanced towards the fire. A blaster was aimed her way - Mara simply held her palm out, letting a wave of Force-power push the weapon aside with enough force to bring the wielder to the floor with it. Deflecting shots left and right, Mara danced gracefully through the flames to the wings of the auction, where several slaves had been freed but many more stood chained to the wall. Power pulsing through her veins, Mara unleashed another, bigger wave of energy that would snap a single link in each set of chains. Eyes frightened and confused, the now ex-slaves scurried around, making use of their regained freedom of movement as they made their escape.

Now... Mara held a hand out in front of her, summoning her lightsaber - in moments, the hilt of her saberstaff had flown into her outstretched fingers. Separating the detachable blades, Mara threw the hilt of one towards the silhouette of the enslaved pyrokinetic woman and ignited her own, coming forth to show the slavers what she had been waiting for the opportunity to do.

[member="Solan Charr"] [member="Queen Roshanara"] [member="Causstik Rahn"] [member="Desmond C'artyom"]

 

[Michael Shado]

[member="Solan Charr"] [member="Causstik Rahn"] [member="Mara Sedaya"]

While Causstik went after the man who was firing up the place with...literal fire, the Mando turned to look at the slave running over to a table. Using the leg she had broken off, she had freed herself. Just great, the Hutts weren't going to be happy about this. Curse that damn man with the fiery force. With the pure act of instinct, Michael brought the rifle up to the slave, finger off the trigger.

"Deal with the di'kut vod, we got a runner!"

Michael's legs carried him over to the slave, only to see she had no gotten her hands on a lightsaber without moving. Oh this was just what he needed. Then she started making her own fire. Jeez, could this day get any better?

"I know you're probably about to kick my shebs....but what the hell...."

The ancient Mandalorian ripper on his side was his best friend, he dropped the rifle, and quickly pulled out the ripper, the slugthrower was a special kind, bypassed shielding, and he knew lightsabers had a hard time deflecting these little metal bullets. In quick session, Michael double tapped the trigger, then another double tap towards the slave with the saber and fire.

 

[Joza Perl]

Most of Joza’s work tended to be kept off record—and for good reason. When her good friend, [member="Solan Charr"] asked if she wanted to accompany him on another slaving bust, she initially declined. Morning sickness turned into afternoon sickness, but thankfully it began to abate as the sun went down. Feeling up to the challenge, the Zeltron decided to tag along and see how her friend was doing.

Seeing as how smoke was drifting from the underground levels of what served as an auction house, she guessed that he’d already started the show without her.

“Kark it, Solan.” Grumbling to herself, her fingers twitched for a cigarette but didn’t move otherwise. Turning to the dark haired man beside her, the Zeltron gave him a sidelong glance. “Hey, haven’t we been here before? A few months ago with that shipment of Twi’leks?” Ivan thought for a moment before shrugging. “I think so. Maybe. The one with the side entrance behind the faux wall, right?” Joza clicked her tongue. “That’s one of ‘em. I would take the air ducts but—ah,” Her nose crinkled at the smell of burning upholstery. “I don’t think that’s safe.”


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“Shouldn’t we be heading away from the fire?” Ivan growled, eyes narrowing as the two darted down a narrow hall that lead to the main auction room. As they made their way into the commotion, Joza’s eyes flared as she scrambled to take in what was going on—Solan was on fire, a woman in a slave bikini had a lightsaber and was facing off against a man with a slugthrower. A Chiss with twin pistols threatening the ladies, a Trandoshan spraying flames, and so much more. Such a grab bag of chaos!

Turning to the wildcard Chiss who seemed to be handing out shots like it was his birthday, Joza released a powerful Force Stun in his direction, aiming to suspend him for the time being. Ivan stalked forward, Ranger Shotgun in hand and fired off two shots at the man facing off against the lightsaber wielding slave, aiming to distract him so that the girl could get in closer.

[member="Michael Shado"] [member="Mara Sedaya"] [member="Desmond C'artyom"]

 

[Causstik Rahn]

Causstik fell into a sort of trance. The fire danced at the edge of his vision creating a tunnel of death and in the center sat [member="Solan Charr"]. Causstik barreled through furniture on all fours, using his gauntlet's claws to gain purchase and propel himself forward. The furniture broke beneath his massive bulk, the fire licked at his skin, and the voices in his head roared. Kill him! Strike him down now! Causstik made one last massive leap "DIE!" Over three hundred pounds of muscle flew towards Solan Charr, claws extended. He tackled the man and raised his hand for the death blow.