To the Highest Bidder: Slave Auction on Orvax VI (Open to all)

[Armand Temi]

Seela's gaze went to the chair that the large man pointed to. In bare feet she walked over and sat down, crossing her green-skinned legs and adjusting her slave dress so accommodate. And then he ordered everyone else outside, which caused the Twi'lek's heart to beat faster. She'd been alone in these types of situations, but honestly, being by the side of the elderly Murkka the Hutt for so long, new experiences with new patrons or viable masters were few and far between. I am out of practice, a bit intimidated and I genuinely hope the human cannot tell, she thought.

And then she smiled at him, trying to put them both at ease - her more than him probably. She nervously fiddled with the right lekku, curling it around her neck. If he got close enough, the man would see that she had painted on eyebrows, rouge, and lipstick, mostly likely to seem more "human" than alien.

She nodded when he said his name and answered in turn. "My name is Seela, and yes I have been treated well," she lied. "Well" was an understatement for the most part. It wasn't that the Thakwaash abused her, but she wouldn't consider his rough handling of her being "treated well." She was treated like the property she was. In fact, the dogs in the slaver's compound where she currently lived were indulged a little more than the green Twi'lek. But to make the lie more palatable she said, "My last master was Murkka the Hutt who was very old and very kind to me."

That was the truth. She suffered no ill treatment at the hand of Murkka and his court.

"Are you a Sith?" she asked, aware that he had a Darth name now.

[member="Darth Vulkan"]

 

[Armand Temi]

"What does it matter? Once I'm sold, no one will spend their money on my wardrobe! Who dresses a lowly slave in finery?!? They will likely just rip the dress off and put me a potato sack!" Thais exclaimed in near-hysterics. Her fists were balled up tensely, and she was close to tears. Crix and the Princess were likely to have one or two more catfights before this whole affair was over. Perhaps this would be one of them.

But once Thais was directed to change, Crix began moaning on about some type of beading on the dress. Bloody beading?!?! I'm about to be sold as a slave, and the maker only knows why he's worried about the beading on the dress?!? The Princess stifled a laugh, while the handmaidens began undressing her. "Turn around Mr. Meriet. You aren't about to get a good peek now."

Once the gown was on her, she noticed an oddity in the material and weight of the dress, maybe what he meant by beading.

The dress had something sewn into it - and more than something, she realized. Lots of things from the Kallisto workshop. Rings, jewels, earrings, a charm bracelet. Gifts, he had said. Yes, bartering items. She gave Crix a grateful nod, and stealing an opportunity to give the orders, waved the handmaidens away with an irritable hand.

"Shall we?" she asked, and the group went back up to the bazaar.

[member="Crix Meriet"] [member="Veino Garn"] [member="Darth Vulkan"] [member="Toby Meriet"] [member="Acaleus Thorn"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Aleksandyr Gaillard"]

 

[Dessh Ekwesh]

Physically, Thakwaash were heads above most other human and near-humans. Dessh Ekwesh, Thakwaa slaver, liked to think that it extended to the metaphorical as well. As the towering equinoid made his way around the labyrinthine stalls of the Orvas VI slave auction, he literally and figuratively looked down his nose at everyone. And what a nose it was. With large, flaring nostrils that were evolved to pick up scents from miles away, his lightly-furred snout was his most talked about feature on his home planet of Thakwaa. His muzzle brought all the boys to the yard.

His stock walked with him, alien slaves of all shapes and sizes, chained miserably together in a line. Except for his prized Twi'lek [member="Seela Tarkona"]. She was well-behaved and as a reward, her restraints were lifted for the day. Plus, if any buyers wanted to "sample the merchandise" so to speak, he needed her as unencumbered as possible. And by "sample the merchandise," he meant dancing. Totally dancing.

Dessh had no idea that the slave who summoned him to the private skybox belonged to Crix Meriet's. If he did, he surely would have given the mute a slap. [member="Crix Meriet"], a rival slaver, was a red-haired, snake-tongued thorn in his side, well, depending on which personality had control of the alien at a given moment. There were some in there that actually liked the fellow and meant him no harm. But those weren't out today. Today it was only Crix haters. Either way, it seemed that someone was interested in buying the Twi'lek, and that meant credits. Unsurprisingly, all of Dessh's personalities liked credits.

Whinnying with delight, the equinoid escorted Seela to the private skybox where they met a man named [member="Darth Vulkan"]. A Darth, eh? Their Zeyd-cloth robes usually had the fattest pockets in the galaxy. Dessh was pleased by this development. He greeted the Darth and let Seela do her song and dance until Vulkan asked her if she was treated well.

"Of course, she's treated well!" Dessh interjected with a snort, twirling a curl of orange hair, and straightening the lapel of his crisp, white suit. "I treat my slaves like family!"

Well, a dysfunctional family, anyway. A withering look was directed at Seela, a stern warning not to say anything that would muck up the sale. Later on that day Dessh was going to bury himself in Orvax VI whores, and the Thakwaash slaver wanted the best ones that credits could buy. The more exotic the species, the better.

 

[Acaleus Thorn]

After the Twi´lek left, the Nautolan leaving the place, angry to take the slaves he earned "I didnt need her. She would probably be clumpsy!" said as he take a note off his wallet and gave it to Acaleus "Your payment is on this account. I dont need you anymore" it was customary for the richman to hire guards for anything "In this case, for the house, when going out and during events" Acaleus thought to himself. He keep it in his pocket, but instead of leaving, he ordered some rum and drink it all.

He took another glass of rum and climb to one of the VIP boxes "You are not going to shoot me right?" asked to Ek leaving the drink beside him "If you dont mind, i just wanna sleep for a moment" he lie down looking at the crowd, the slave princess, the slaves and the slaves owners. It was going to be fun if something happened so he just stayed.

[member="Ek Vilibro Griz"] [member="Thais Kallisto"] [member="Seela Tarkona"]

 

[Ek Vilibro Griz]

[member="Acaleus Thorn"]

"I won't shoot you as long as you keep your head down Acaleus." Ek nodded to his fellow Neophyte. "You're welcome to lay there, just keep your force presence minimal." Ek peeked through his scope and watched as the princess spoke with the new king of Isis. "I dont expect to have to do much of anything, it doesn't look like anyone is trying to rescue the slaver princess." Ek slid a data pad over to Acaleus showing the details of the mission, which read:

Observe and report the results of the auctioning of Princess Kallisto.
Prevent any rescue attempts, with lethal force if necessary.
Do not harm the Princess.

[member="Thais Kallisto"]

 

[Laira Darkhold]

The dark grey eyes flicked back to the Thakwaash. Vulkan could tell the Twi'lek didn't appreciate the slaver's treatment of her, but that could be played to his advantage. She was property, but one didn't mistreat or break their own property in Vulkan's mind. He was a smith after all, and a creator. Sure he normally made weapons of destruction and powerful artifacts, but he could also make trinkets and babbles of only aesthetic value. He smiled looking down at the Twi'lek sitting comfortably in the cushioned chair, "I am, but fret not. I mean no harm to those that mean no harm to me, little flower." His voice was calm and soothing, despite his appearance as a dark lord of the Sith, his voice was warm and welcoming.

Redirecting his attention to the Thakwaash Vulkan raised his chin, staring into the slaver's eye's, his gaze piercing into the being's soul. "I'm interested in purchasing her, but I won't purchase an unwilling slave." It was less anti-slavery sentiment and more practicality in this case, but neither of them needed to know that. An unwilling slave fought back, attempted to run, and was a nuisance in the long run. A willing slave was none of these things.

Vulkan turned, and knelt beside the chair, lowering himself to be even with the sitting Twi'lek, From a pouch on his belt he produced a small, simple golden choker Draco had made for his former Twi'lek lover long ago, and held it out for her to inspect. "Would you like to live in my palace Seela? I will try to be as good to you as Murkka was." She would be easier to keep track of and manipulate if she trusted him, and despite all his darkness, wanton killing or torment wasn't in his wheelhouse. For every action Vulkan took there needed to be a gain for himself, and beating some random slave senseless was nothing more than a waste of credit.

Gorran in the back shuffled, cracking his neck and stretching. The big wookiee didn't like slavers, which was a hefty bargaining chip when negotiating price, but deep in Vulkan's mind he didn't see the need for such an intimidation tactic. He had money, riches, and power. More than enough to purchase a single twi'lek slave.

[member="Dessh Ekwesh"]
[member="Seela Tarkona"]

 

[Aleksandyr Gaillard]

Alek made his way to where the bazaar was held, certainly a large enough crowd had gathered to the place of exchanges; perhaps drawing enough attention away from the businessman who looked like any other wealthy individual that the core worlds spat up. Yet unlike the other wealthy individuals, Aleksandyr's past was not exactly a good public story, and although he remained ignorant, he had a history with one of the more high profile slaves being sold.

Some time ago a certain [member="Thais Kallisto"] was once in the company of Mr. Gaillard during a routine sale of his most luxurious vessels. Anyone who purchases from his company would surely be recognized the moment he set his eyes on them. She being no exception.

Making his way to an empty seat along a small, round table, the Balmorran sat across from his assistance, with his eyes set on the slave auction.

 

[Crix Meriet]

"Thais your whining is grating, do stop" Crix replied. The man was rather sick of Thais's 'woe is me I was a mediocre princess and now I'm a below average slave' crap. People had it for worse than her, people like Crix who had been forced by the ineptitude of lesser beings to make Thais presentable when he would have much rather been fawning over Toby and drinking. Of course such real problems went straight over Thais's head as she pranced around in her own little world.

Then as if by magic she was back to chuckling. Crix swore that girl was out of her mind. He span around with a long sigh as she had him turn around. As if he would have any intrest in getting a good peak at the girl. Crix was rather pleased with his exclusive membership of the never propositioned by Thais club. There were lots of other members but he was the only one who was telling the truth.

He had listened as the dress jingled and clattered as she put it on. How nice he was to give her bartering chips. He could only hope she didn't lead him to regret it.

Then when she was ready he turned around. She looked regal again now, "Much better" he nodded. She would fetch the proper price now. He smiled a small but truthful smile at her nod of thanks "Don't go getting yourself killed"

Of course Crix hoped she'd die, he was enjoying his rule of Isis, Local aside, and he had no real wish to give it up in a few years if Thais ever returned. Then it was time for Thais to leave "You shall" He turned to the 'Handmaidens', The pitt guards were too bullish to escort a princess "escort Thais to the auctioneer, be subtle avoid being noticed" Then with a last nod to Draco's Robotic cat Crix left the pits, he rather hoped Thais would not see him again for many years to come.

Upon returning to the sky box he briefly noted they had been joined by others. He paid them little notice however as Toby was also in the room and Crix therefore had eyes only for him. He smiled at the slave knelt on the floor waiting for him. His smile dropped to concern when he noted that Toby was knelt on the floor. He crossed over to the man "Darlin' you're going to get sore knees" He cooed softly as he stroked the back of Toby's hand. Then he pulled Toby onto his feet "Get Toby a cushion" he ordered the servant who had come with the box. Crix did not expect to be able to convince Toby to sit on a chair when they were in the presence of others. She nodded and left the room. Whilst he waited he poured himself and Toby a drink, finally noting the other slaver. This [member="Dessh Ekwesh"] . Crix gave the man a polite nod silently noting his nasty glare and ghastly hair. What an unfortunate carrot colour it was. Then it was back to toby "Told you I wouldn't be long" He smiled handing Toby his drink.

Once the servant returned Crix sat down on a chair ,on the other side of the room to allow [member="Darth Vulkan"] his opportunity for fun with [member="Seela Tarkona"] , he was relieved to finally sit down after going hither and to all morning to sort Thais out for sale . The sith lord scared him anyway. He indicated for Toby to sit at his feet and lay his head on the slavers lap so that Crix could stroke his head and tease his hair. "Are you ok T?" He asked glancing down at his apollo. He doubted the slave would give him a completely honest answer Toby was never very forthcoming when it came to needing care, he was excellent at giving Crix what he needed he was less adept at getting what he needed.

[member="Toby Meriet"] [member="Thais Kallisto"]

 

[Lief]

Toby perked up when he saw his master enter the private skybox, his eyes brightening. He was especially glad to see that Cryax Bane wasn’t anywhere to be found. Toby so wished that Crix would stop seeing the crime lord, but he bore it without complaints. Crix could kark a hundred Chiss whores and Toby would still be in love with him. He just might insist on an STD test.

Crix tutted about his slave’s kneeling, then ordered a nearby servant to fetch him a pillow for his knees. Then he was given a drink. Toby beamed up at his master, taking a moment to brush his hand against the other man’s cheek. He knelt between his master’s thighs as ordered, and lay his head on the other man’s lap. Crix’s fingers threaded through his hair with long, indulgent strokes. He watched the exchange between the Sith Lord and the Twi’lek with curiosity, wondering if the Twi’lek was afraid. He knew he would be if he were being auctioned off. The whole atmosphere of the event made him want to cling tighter to his master, and so he did.

“Are you ok, T?” the slaver asked.

A nod came, an affirmative gesture, along with a wide, adoring grin. Sitting at his master’s feet was one of his favorite places to be. Toby was where he belonged.

[member="Crix Meriet"]

 

[Crix Meriet]

Toby's eye's always looked the best when he was having his head stroked. It seemed to Crix that it was the best way to get his T to relax. Other ways worked just fine eventually but Toby always seemed to melt when his hair was stroked and then his eyes sparkled.

Crix smiled as Toby clung to his leg. The last time Crix had brought Toby to a slave market [member="Thais Kallisto"] had tried to sell him. That wasn't going to happen today though, no today Toby was going to stay safely by Crix's side having his every whim catered for. Crix's hand drifted from Toby's hair to rest on the slave's shoulder gripping it gently, Crix had noticed Toby's fascination with [member="Seela Tarkona"] , no doubt multiple worries were running through Toby's head "No one is going to try to take you away today Darlin'" He soothed.

"Good, Now just keep relaxing" He ordered in response to T's nod, Toby always relaxed far better when Crix phrased it like a responsibility, "Thais will be sold off soon then we can go home and do anything you like" Crix smiled down at Toby again. Adoration clear in his features.

Crix had no idea what he and Toby should do now, they had a whole palace to play with. Crix had an urge to bounce on all the beds it seemed like the perfect way to 'mark' his new territory as it were. Beyond that he had no idea what to do he had no rules binding him anymore. He'd probably need his Toby to relax him later on perhaps they could cuddle in a duvet later and watch the stars in the Palace conservatory while Toby looked after and cuddled him, Toby would probably enjoy that, he liked caring for Crix.

"Are you happy on the cushion or do you want a chair ?" He asked absentmindedly a few minutes later, staring down at the stage where the princess would soon stand. He already had a firm idea what the answer would be but he was trying to introduce Toby to 'Choice' a luxury he only recently gained full access to. Crix was quite happy for Toby to stay at his feet if that was what he wanted. His Toby had been less keen to deviate from servile behavior since his accident with the force, Crix supposed so obviously parting with responsibility was a comfort to Toby. If the slave did opt to stay on the floor Crix would ask for a hand massage, it seemed a subtle enough act for Toby to do without anyone really noticing but one which would make Toby feel safer.

 

[Armand Temi]

The only experience that Seela had with the Sith was when she was fifteen and a Sith Lord wanted to purchase her because of her Force sensitivity. But the sale never went through for various reasons. All she could remember of the experience was that the Sith Lord was ancient with leathery, wrinkled skin and a raspy voice. Darth Vulkan was definitely not the type of man she would consider a Sith.

The green Twi'lek looked back and forth between the Thakwaash and Vulkan. She inspected the gold choker which was beautiful and appeared expensive. Murkka never let her wear anything with metals or precious gems. He would occasionally adorn her in leather string and wooden beads. But he was a stingy Hutt for the most part who used his riches as bargaining chips with his allies and even enemies. The slug wouldn't have wasted them on Seela.

"I am willing," she said finally, putting to rest the notion that she was going to fight back or flee the minute Darth Vulkan's back was turned. But she also didn't want to incur the wrath of Dessh, so in a way, she was saying what she thought both of them wanted to hear. Seela didn't like to be in the spotlight. Even though her name meant "Dancer" she was actually quite intimated to dance. When Murkka had her perform, she fumbled along as best she could and only the polite applause at the end made her realize she wasn't completely clumsy or incapable. But she certainly was not as good as other Twi'lek dancers.

With one more wary glance at Dessh and a more trusting look at Darth Vulkan, Seela said, "Yes, I think I could live in your palace. What's it like? Is it a grand palace?"

[member="Dessh Ekwesh"] [member="Darth Vulkan"]

 

[Laira Darkhold]

The crouching Sith Lord looked up at the green twi'lek as she pondered, and when she answered he emitted no emotion, just a half smile at her, meeting her eyes. "Then this is yours, take it." He said, holding the little gold choker out so her hands could pluck it from him. This went well. Perhaps Seela was a bit disappointed in her perception of the Thakwaash's treatment of her, but she was receptive and submissive in the end, and Vulkan liked her anyway. He had no cause to torment her or hold her hostage.

The ArmaTech tower on Bothawui was huge, almost a kilometer in height with hundreds of floors and levels, some dedicated to restaurants, spas, gymnasiums. Even if a massive portion was dedicated to conducting business, there were still several empty floors and a theater within the tower that could be renovated if Vulkan wanted. "Its very large, stretching into Bothawui's clouds, but it is probably not as ornate as your last master's. Perhaps a being as beautiful as yourself could help decorate it." Vulkan put his hand on her knee and started to rise. Having given her a duty to see to, the illusion of trust, and flattery she could be easily gauged.

Noticing Crix return to his slave, and Vulkan stood from in front of the Twi'lek. The redhaired man had immediately fled to the corner of the room and taken his slave lover with him, and thus Vulkan stepped around the twi'lek to place himself inbetween the two slavers and the woman. "Make yourself comfortable while I speak business with mister Ekwesh and Meriet." He said over his shoulder, waving the servant girl to assist the Twi'lek woman with anything she wanted.

A few steps and he was close enough to converse without being overheard by the slave girl being attended to. "Does she have a tracking implant, or explosive?" He asked the Thakwaash in front of him. Those things would make things complicated as she would need surgery to have them removed, and in Vulkan's mind, that associated risk should reduce the cost of the slave. "And how much?" He kept his voice low, so as not to be overheard. Partially because there was a tiny piece of Draco that said to know how much you were worth dehumanized a being as did haggling over a person. Partially because Vulkan had no intentions of telling her or anyone else how much she was worth in credits. Vulkan had made his mind up, the twi'lek was leaving with him. What was the point of being rich if you didn't spend your wealth on nice things or people?

[member="Dessh Ekwesh"]
[member="Seela Tarkona"]
[member="Crix Meriet"]

 

[Dessh Ekwesh]

“Hold on there, little one,” Dessh said to his Twi’lek stock who was getting pretty damn comfy with the idea of going home with the Sith Lord. Dessh was so tall that he had to stoop to reach her ear, but once he did, he hissed a whisper into it.

“Don’t get too excited about living in some Sith Lord’s kark den. You haven’t been sold to him yet, and if he wants you, he’s going to have to pay.”

The Thakwaash let out an equine snort at Darth Vulkan question’s about the tracking chip.

“No tracking chip in her,” the alien shrugged as he gazed down at the thickly armored man. “She’s as docile as a kitten.”

At the talk of payment, Dessh’s eyes lit up like a string of Lifeday lanterns. The sooner the slaver got his credits, the sooner he could hit the Orvax IV Red Light District. There was one full Bordello of Kitonaks that was supposedly the best in the Outer Rim.

"100,000 credits for the Twi'lek," Dessh announced.

As he waited for Darth Vulkan's answer, the Thakwaash ignored the presences of his nemesis, Crix Meriet and his whore. Once business was done, there would be plenty of time to try and rile up the other slaver, but right now, there was a sale to be made.

[member="Crix Meriet"] [member="Darth Vulkan"] [member="Seela Tarkona"]

 

[Crix Meriet]

It seemed Toby was contented at Crix's feet and even more contented to soothe crix. The slaver tipped his head back as Toby took his right hand gently thumbing at his palm. he held back the purr of contentment that welled in his throat, His T did know how to treat him right, but the thumb that stroked down the right side of Toby's jaw would convey his approval . Whilst Toby massaged his hand he half listened to [member="Dessh Ekwesh"] and [member="Darth Vulkan"] , largely uninterested [member="Seela Tarkona"] was after all just a Twi'lek , a common twi'lek. All the rarity of air. Crix had sat up with a flash when the slaver named his price careful to keep his hand in Toby's. He could have his love do this for hours.

"Woah there, is she made of solid gold under those silks ?" He exclaimed. 100,000 for a twi'lek and not even a particularly buxom one either. Toby had only commanded 5x times that ... not that he was ever for sale ... and Toby was a demigod with magic hands.

This talk of Docility rang akin to talk of sedatives to Crix as well. likly not quality sedative either. No slaves usually used knockoff 'medication' the type with nasty side effects.

"My Lord " He said indicating Draco "Some advice before you pay Mr ... " He turned to the other slaver, Whom he had never met before ! Ever "I forget your name ... I'll just call you buck " Then it was back to Draco "Mr . Buck any money check the lady over; teeth, skin etc. we slavers can easily hide imperfections with a few false teeth and some chalk ... Buck seems fond of chalk " He smiled sweetly at the Thakwaash "And false teeth"

Crix did admit however that the man cleaned up well for an upjumped beast. perhaps he'd be tempted after a truck full of top grade spice. Almost on cue Toby gave Crix's hand a squeeze "Lovely T"

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Vulkan's face revealed no emotion, shock, or surprise at the price of the young Twi'lek slave girl. In truth, had he had the cash on hand, he would have handed that amount over to the Thakwaash without hesitation. The fact that he had not intended on buying a slave, and this was very much an impulse purchase was his only reason for not sealing the deal immediately. When Crix spoke up, Vulkan quickly became bored. He fully intended to inspect every inch of the Twi'lek in due time, but in privacy and at his own pace. "Seela," he emphasized her name so that she might believe he viewed her as a person, not property, "Is leaving with me. How much of your money, time, or effort it takes doesn't matter to me. You can haggle to your hearts content mister Meriet."

With that Draco took his leave of the pair, returning to the company of the young green twi'lek with a charming smile. "I'm sorry Seela," he said quietly with his deep melodic voice. He took the chair beside hers and leaned over to regard her closely with his own grey eyes. The subtle red ring around his irises was thin and hard to notice without close inspection. Vulkan could see through his peripheral vision that the vast majority of her skin was smooth and unmarked. "Mister Meriet has requested you be inspected, perhaps you could smile for me, reassure me of your health." His voice relayed genuine concern, however selfish his reasons were. He could sense that for the most part she was healthy and whole.

"Perhaps telling me about yourself will make you happy enough to smile wide and then I will also know what you presents and gifts you like to best." Vulkan's eyes remained locked on hers, rather than looking her up and down like a hyena. His arm closest to her, dipped, extended in front of her palm up and hand open, gesturing for her to take it. He had plenty of time and plenty of charm to use on the twi'lek.

[member="Seela Tarkona"]
[member="Dessh Ekwesh"]
[member="Crix Meriet"]

 

[Armand Temi]

Seela took the gold choker and immediately put it around her neck, trying to catch a glimpse of her reflection in the windows of the VIP booth. "I don't think I've owned anything this stunning," she remarked, eyeing Dessh suspiciously to make sure he wasn't about to snatch it off her.

"Okay," said Seela as Darth Vulkan recommended she get comfortable. She sat on her knees now, tucking her green feet under her and watched the proceedings. It appeared she was to be bought by the Sith Lord. But so far she had no complaints. His public face was gallant if a little no-nonsense. But he seemed kind and fair. Hopefully in private, he would be the same. She watched the proceedings with interest, even if she couldn't hear anything that was going on.

Once Darth Vulkan sat back down beside her, he asked her about her childhood. Her eyes flickered over his features - his penetrating gaze, dark hair and chiseled physique. Seela had been owned by a Hutt who favored alien species in his court. Truth be told, she hadn't really been around many humans at all in her young life, although they did come and go from Murkka's palace.

"I don't remember much about my mother and father," said the Twi'lek. Her face while she spoke remained impassive. Her reality as a slave was one she had accepted a long time ago, so there was no need for more tears than had been shed when she was a little girl ripped from their arms. "But after I was captured, I have a distinct memory of missing the food I used to eat on Ryloth." The Twi'lek slave laughed and finally said, "Isn't that funny? I seem to miss the rycrit meat more than my parents."

She tentatively took his hand, feeling the warmth of his palm. Her melodious laugh filled the room again. "Here you are asking me about presents and gifts, and all I can talk about is food!"

With her hourglass figure, it wasn't as if the Twi'lek was starving, but she wasn't dining on five-star meals either.

[member="Darth Vulkan"]

 

[Armand Temi]

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"A rich and clever master cannot purchase me soon enough so I can finally be free of you!" Thais spat, her eyes narrow slits of cold fury. Was she pushing her luck so early on auction day? Probably, but the girl couldn't help it.

As the handmaidens flanked her, attempting to hold tight to her arms, presuming she was thinking about fleeing, Thais slapped them away. Looking as haughty as ever it was as if she had suddenly remembered she was a Princess again, she harumphed and said, "I will walk on my own." And with that, Princess Kallisto not only walked, she strutted up to the elevator, and once off of the lift, she strode right to the stage, her head held high, her pale face unmoving as though she were made of expensive marble from the Kallisto mines. Darth Vulkan's tiger droid made sure that the small group went straight to the auction stage with no detours.

Thais stepped gingerly up the stairs, and with the gown that Crix had dressed her in, she was able to pretend she was about to be crowned as the Queen of Isis. Or that she was the speaker in a lovely royal parade and was facing her most loyal admirers. Thais even smiled. How she loved to be adored, and this type of attention was proving to be not that much different. So what if there were a few boos and jeers from peasants?!? For the most part, she could see nothing but fascination in the crowd. This gave her a sense of satisfaction that she was still the center of attention anywhere she went.

She was a Princess after all.

[member="Crix Meriet"] [member="Darth Vulkan"] [member="Aleksandyr Gaillard"] [member="Ek Vilibro Griz"] [member="Tubul Xenar"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Acaleus Thorn"] [member="Veino Garn"]

 

[Laira Darkhold]

He smiled, letting her tell her story and take his hand gently, even if tentatively. In truth she wouldn't be in her current situation without her looks and her figure. Vulkan, or Draco, had a type, and she fit it, from her lekku to her backside. He liked Twi'leks and he liked butts. She was blessed in both categories. He studied her through the Force, smiling, inspecting her beautiful smiling face, her white teeth well taken care of. Obviously she had been kept by Murkka the Hutt as a trophy to show off, but not abused. He could be a rare exception to the Hutt species reputation. But she wasn't drugged or on any substances, nor was she physically mistreated.

He shifted his hand, interlocking her hand in his and inspected it closely for a second before responding. "I'm sorry about your circumstances." His voice was understanding, a hint of apology traced across his face, a slight frown to his mouth. He leveled back to passive before speaking again. "I was estranged from my parents from the time I was a teen until they died when the First Order bombed Eriadu. I rarely think about them though." He was dispassionate about the statement, as though he was stating the weather.

"And I wouldn't worry about missing rycrit meat. I'll get you some before we leave." He smiled roguishly, "And get you out of those rags, and into some nice silks for the trip back to Bothawui." He wasn't staying on Orvax IV any longer than he had to, and so he would have an associate pick some up and take it to the gourmet droid chef when he got a chance, but for now his full attention was on the Twi'lek, plans for the future shoved aside in his mind.

With Thais taking the stage and preparing to be auctioned off, Vulkan paid attention through his peripheral vision. He would focus on who she went to once the bidding actually started for now, he had a Twi'Lek. He turned his attention towards Crix, only partially, "Mister Meriet, Seela is healthy and fine, you can finish with mister Ekwesh at your leisure. Also the bidding is starting in a moment if you care to watch." He turned back to Seela, "Are you comfortable watching this?" He asked quietly, showing some concern about her feelings.

[member="Seela Tarkona"]
[member="Crix Meriet"]
[member="Thais Kallisto"]

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

The Bidding

"So you'll be bidding on the princess too," he leaned over to [member="Tubul Xenar"], enquiring with an open palm groping the air absent mindedly, 'click' went his pointed finger's as they tightened around his cigar turning it into fragmented segments of black, falling to the ground he stepped on it with a 'thud' grinding it under heel before looking back up to him. "Don't"

In the throng of the crowd a small space was opening up around the mechanised pirate, he was clapping loudly as [member="Thais Kallisto"], appeared on stage. It wasn't out of threat or devious intent it was just when the cyborg clapped he accidental elbowed neighbouring near human and clipped a second human tossing him to the ground, 'thud-um' 'thud-um'.

"What's the starting bid," he called to the attendants, riling the crowd with shouts and screams after all this was the main event, they all wanted the chance to say I 'bided on royalty'. "on the princess!" as if he needed to say who he meant.

 

[Crix Meriet]

Crix grunted in reply, he had rather hoped that [member="Seela Tarkona"] would have at least some defect, he rather wanted to see [member="Darth Vulkan"] pummel the equine slaver. Crix didn't like the looks the other slaver was giving him and his toby. Alas it seemed he was to pay for this girl so that Draco could fool himself into thinking he was loved unconditionally ... just like crix did with Toby.

His dear slave and love was still knelt at crix's feet gently tugging on his fingers until they cracked. Crix groaned contentedly "Don't stop T" He smiled, Crix liked being pampered.

Then finally he turned a half gaze at [member="Dessh Ekwesh"] "25,000" He said rather disgruntled "Unless you can convince me that this slave is more than just a nice smile and a set of assets, we both know I'm being generous " He gave a dismissive wave "You have 12 minutes to take up my offer or I'll be forced to act in an ... unsavory fashion" He rolled his head to indicate his soldiers.

Then he turned his attention to [member="Thais Kallisto"], prancing around like some half-baked queen. Queen of fools. Crix picked up the com-link he had kept on the table beside him. It linked him to the auctioneer "The whore starts at 10,000 credits" He ordered. The auctioneer repeated this. Let the savagery begin.

Finally he turned to one of his guards. "There is a cyborg in the crowd below " He mused Crix had seen him, [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] the man who had tried to buy his Toby. The man Crix wanted Thais to be sold to "Inform him that should he win the auction I have a deal for him ... but first enquire as to whether he remembers my name" Then he waved the soldier away. The generosity of his deal would depend on whether he was remembered ... Crix needed to be remembered especially by the man who sought to snatch away his Toby.