Arthos Vynea
Character
Teth had been the center of RI for years now, and given their hidden agenda in the slave markets a black market of sorts had begun to spring up along the years. No open stalls or even a set location, but freighters landing seemingly at random with their wares ready for display inside. It was in one of these that Arthos found himself examining the newest product, and some rather exotic species among them. His affairs were both personal and business, he wasn't much slaves to be honest, but they were a rather lucrative commodity.
A droid assistant walked by his side checking some of the slaves vitals, and medical conditions, an invaluable aid. The stocks were quickly depleting off the ship but he'd bought more then a few for the companies purposes, they'd make quite the pretty penny on the open market, but more likely doing Kara's will. They would all serve as she wished, it meant nothing to him they were not insects or less then sentient beings, they just simply had a role to fill. If one proved greater then that role, he had no doubt they would be noticed and transcended up beyond the bonds of simple slavery.
As he turned to leave there were few left, a pittance that no one found worthy of buying, and the lot of an unusable slave was quite low indeed. Glancing quickly over the ragged few, those too old to be even put to the field, and too sick to most likely survive the field. One surprised him however, a child, a bit delicate by the look of her, but children were usually among the very first to go, the most profitable.
A simple nod to his assistant send his robotic body scurrying forward to examine her as he waited. Stepping forward he could hear it, the slight rasp of her breathing as she sat against the wall. Perhaps she was more delicate then he thought, her ragged form seemingly strained by her short breath. There was something odd about her though, the lines of stress along her face, she was upset, but not afraid of death. She was intriguing, kneeling down to come eye level with her he grinned a bit sadistically, “Whats your name little one? Speak clearly and obey or I'll leave you here to return to market. The next planet you go to will be dirtier and far worse. Your body will wear the scars of their use until your death.”
A droid assistant walked by his side checking some of the slaves vitals, and medical conditions, an invaluable aid. The stocks were quickly depleting off the ship but he'd bought more then a few for the companies purposes, they'd make quite the pretty penny on the open market, but more likely doing Kara's will. They would all serve as she wished, it meant nothing to him they were not insects or less then sentient beings, they just simply had a role to fill. If one proved greater then that role, he had no doubt they would be noticed and transcended up beyond the bonds of simple slavery.
As he turned to leave there were few left, a pittance that no one found worthy of buying, and the lot of an unusable slave was quite low indeed. Glancing quickly over the ragged few, those too old to be even put to the field, and too sick to most likely survive the field. One surprised him however, a child, a bit delicate by the look of her, but children were usually among the very first to go, the most profitable.
A simple nod to his assistant send his robotic body scurrying forward to examine her as he waited. Stepping forward he could hear it, the slight rasp of her breathing as she sat against the wall. Perhaps she was more delicate then he thought, her ragged form seemingly strained by her short breath. There was something odd about her though, the lines of stress along her face, she was upset, but not afraid of death. She was intriguing, kneeling down to come eye level with her he grinned a bit sadistically, “Whats your name little one? Speak clearly and obey or I'll leave you here to return to market. The next planet you go to will be dirtier and far worse. Your body will wear the scars of their use until your death.”