On the bathroom, Lunafreya sighted a few times while her hand instinctively went to the silky platinum hair, adjusting again what was already in its place. With her long, pointed ears flapping up and down three times, a plague of her kind as she would say if someone asked her about it, that sometimes moved by itself on very different occasions and much like the rest of her race, she was unfortunately still able to hear through thick walls quite well what was spoken in the other room. Grimacing in disgust as she was forced to hear the words of that hypocritical human creature that dared to say her name. Waving her face sideways she leaned over the sink, opening the faucet gently as she splashed fresh water on her face, drying it almost immediately with a towel.
There was something in the air, something heavy hovering in the shadows as she passed, stirring and creeping, as if something terrible was about to happen. Lunafreya leaned in front of the clean mirror, close enough to notice small spots over the surface of the glass, remnants of the clearly laziness of that ship's staff. Too small for anyone to care, but big enough for her to whip the servant in charge of this task, if it were to happen in her castle. She took the time to study her own face, that perfect mask of immaculate white flesh, with silky hair perfectly groomed, an upturned nose raised by natural arrogance and two eyes as sharp as a barber's razor, but the closer she got, the more she noticed something in her eyes, enough disturb her. And as if looking into the depths of her own soul, Lunafreya watched in silence as those sparkling amethyst orbs did the most unnatural thing by changing color before her gaze, the ink in its formation abandoning the violet shade and taking on a yellow tone like bright gold.
She closed her eyes tightly, took a deep breath, and slowly opened them only to face two violet orbs again in their place, as if nothing had happened.
"Fascinating," she murmured to herself. She washed her hands gently, all the while staring at herself and doing it again before leaving the small room. Making the short way back to the Assembly table during the rhetoric made by the Mandalorian, perhaps in its midst, or perhaps near its end, she listened to his words while she just remained staring at the table in front of her.
And when all the others were done speaking their thoughts on this matter, she cleared her throat gently before deciding to answer again.
"It's amazing how debilitating the nature of human biology is, don't you think? While a human needs cyber enhancements to improve his performance. A member of my species is more than able to hear mice trotting inside the walls of a ship, and so while washing my hands I could hear the rat gnashing by this table and although I’m sure you heard it before, my lord, I will do you the favor of repeating ‘Sylugon ossēnagon va nykeā orvorta jorrāelagon hen sōvegon mēre’ and as much I doubt you know what it means, as you are quite unaware of the fact that I’m fluent in over fifty languages and I said mandatory, lord Avernus, not forced as most of your escorts must have told you in the past.”, she turned her attention back to the others, looking away from the yellow-haired creature. “If we continue to spend thousands of credits on corporations such as the likes of AvCorp and those of the Techno Union, this table will soon find itself in a tremendous amount of debt to the worst kind of scum this galaxy has to offer."
"We cannot afford... “ She tried speaking the next sentence as fast as a slug shot in the air. “And I believe I will say this again as I’m almost sure that some here are deaf…” She slowed her way of speaking once again. “We cannot afford to keep spending money this way. The incomes on most of the planets we hold do not belong to us or are hardly enough to pay the bills, we do not discredit the corporate control of the most profitable institutions and direct them to this government, to each loan, to each new purchase, to each new weapon or armor created and to the production of machinery for the construction of androids, this Assembly sinks more and more into debts. Due investments already made in the damned diuretic currency of the Trade Federation, the coffers of this government are emptier than the summer tourism of Tattooine, we need mandatory laboring laws for penal labor with low wagers for at least the next three years if we are to pay the interests created by this Assembly, or we will find ourselves in the pockets of these enriched industry barons due to our own actions. I do not speak of slavery,
I repeat this, I speak of forcing the least desired class of society, such as prisoners and criminals, to work forcibly in the production of resources for production and trading to maintain things as they are now. Or do you all believe that if we find ourselves victorious in Bastion or whichever Sith planet we will have won the war and paid off the debts made by our government? This war is far from over, we need the economic boost that those condemned by the law can bring us, we need to learn how to make gold out of sand in any opportunity we can find. I emphasize again, as I believe that some here have difficulties in understanding my lovely accent. I do not speak of slavery, I speak of those unwanted people that I have full knowledge of that fill the prisons of their planets, I loathe the motion of slavery imposed on the table but I ask the others; Caligo, Dooku, Josiah, Bralor and... " Lunafreya skipped the last name of the human male sitting on the table, all because his name ran off the tip of her tongue. "May you take a moment to look at our needs and duties with the New Order in the notion of putting the unwanted to penal mandatory labor for the profit of this organization after the voting of the motion regarding slavery." She sat down in her chair once again, no more would she speak of this matter, but unfortunately Lunafreya reminded herself that she had forgot to translate to Avernus what her words meant, as she doubted he knew what language it was. She would later send a written letter with its meaning for his ship, 'Try sucking on a d**ck instead of being one.', Although she was most certain he had heard that many times that in the past, most likely on his knees.
Caligo
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Lucien Dooku
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Lunafreya Solidor
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Rurik Fel
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Tyrell Paxxus
