Uncertain Destiny

[Alexa Io]

Sun Mei Zhen
Post 1
Location: Auction Hall, Palace of Popora the Great - Smuggler’s Run
[member="Kimiko Taiyō"]

The great palace of Popora the Great was teeming with activity as the auction for one of the most expensive slaves in the galaxy came underway. Ships carrying prominent buyer were flying into the hangar bay on a minute-by-minute basis. Before being granted clearance to land in the hangar bay, each vessel had to transmit the a designated code which had only been given to registered attendees who had paid the hefty entrance fee for the event. Suspicious looking vessels were being searched as well by porcine-looking Gamorrean guards who wielded hefty vibro-axes and massive rotary blaster cannons. Each one was clad in an imposing full-body durasteel suit of power armor, which concealed their faces from view behind a thick grey helmet. When it came to security, very little expense had been spared given the vast amounts of money due to change hands for the event. The auction was the culmination of over a decade of work, and the Hutts behind the entire operation fully intended to receive their payout.

In the main hall, various other slaves were also being put up for sale, via auction and set price. However, these slaves mere side attractions for the main event. The auction for the ultra-rare nine-tailed Kitsune that would make the Hutts more money than the sale of a ten thousand regular slaves was due to start in less than an hour. The event had been advertised and rigorously planned for months. Everything from the decorations on the wall to the makeup decorating Sun Mei Zhen’s delicate heart-shaped face had been intensely examined and placed under scrutiny by paid professionals of the highest caliber.

No detail was left unconcerned.

Sun Mei Zhen sat in the backstage dressing room, in front of a mirror surrounded by bright lights and a horizontal surface to hold the various brushes, creams, implements, and cosmetic products being utilized to beautify Sun Mei Zhen’s features. Her outfit was a long loincloth and bikini top, both of which left little to the imagination, especially pertaining to her hips, thighs, and bosom. To accompany the loincloth, a jeweled body chain had been placed just over her torso, the chains of which dug so tightly into the creamy flesh of her waist and hips that they seemed to be cutting into her skin. Finally, a single enormous gold hoop earring had been pierced into the top of her right ear. Fortunately, both of Mei Zhen’s ears had been pierced for years, and the earring was not painful to for her to wear.

For Mei Zhen, the auction represented a culmination of over a decade worth of training. She would finally know where her destiny would lie after years of uncertainty and anticipation. Her training in the arts of seduction, dance, and beauty had prepared her for the possibility that she could serve as the mistress of a prominent individual. Her education on the political history of Akarui had prepared her for a possible future as the ruler of the planet. As a young girl, she had been told that the nine white-magenta tails which sprouted from the small of her back granted her a legitimate claim to the throne of Akarui. The assertion had been unbelievable to her at first, but as she studied more of the planet’s history, the world she could potentially return to rule as empress became ever more real in her mind. Yet more potential paths lied before her, however, she had no control over which one would present itself to her to follow.

That was what scared her the most.

 

[Kimiko Taiyou]

For months word had reached Akarui's fledgling intelligence services of multiple reports of Kitsune out among the Galactic public. Most of these were simple misidentified other species...most. Occasionally another would be found, and their stories were usually the same, fleeing the previous regime to find a better life. They made Ki ecstatic, knowing some of her people had safely made a life for themselves among the wider Galaxy. Some returned to the now free Akarui, while some chose to stay where they were.

The newest of the batch came in from an informant from across the Galaxy from the little corner Akarui was nestled in. It intrigued all who heard it, especially the Empress herself. It told of a multi-tailed slave dancer who had been passed around the Hutt underworld for more than the past decade. Numbers of the tails varied, but several sources indicated nine. This was a matter of the highest importance.

Kimiko herself had sent her best operatives to investigate further, holding off on showing her own face until later. But, the crown had paid a handsome price to gain entry for the two 'bidders'.

Yoshiko and Riko walked hand-in-hand past the last security point, having provided their current identities as a pair of traveling connoisseurs looking for a good time. The path to the entertainment floor was laid out before them. The pair were wirelessly connected to the Cyaron's Ops Center so when they gave the word, the cavalry would come. But for the time being, the two 'acted' like the lovebirds they were supposed to be as they ventured deeper into the fortress, anxiously looking for any signs of their target.

~Meanwhile aboard the Cyaron~

The pair of stealthy corvettes silently drifted among the other asteroids of the Smuggler's Run. The Ops Center was abuzz with chatter as the feeds from the operatives within the palace streamed to the monitors for all too see. In attendance were: Chika, commander of the overall operation; Kanan and You, leaders of the Marine Raider teams scheduled to invade the complex once the signal was given; and the Empress herself, nervously watching the feed looking the supposed Kitsune that was to be sold at auction like an animal this day.

The thought sickened her, reminded of her own adolescent years under the thumb of slavers and pirates, and she wished nothing of the sort on anyone. Much less one of her own people.

A tense air filled the room as all participants figuratively held their breath...

[member="Sun Mei Zhen"]

 

[Alexa Io]

Sun Mei Zhen
Post 2
Location: Auction Hall, Palace of Popora the Great - Smuggler’s Run

As the final touches of makeup were applied to Mei Zhen’s delicate features, a few select observers had been permitted to glance upon the nine-tailed slave from behind a transparisteel viewing port. These individuals had paid an extra amount for a backstage pass, which would allow them to see the slave as she was groomed for the event. Even as she changed clothes, Mei Zhen had been given no privacy or permission to conceal her exposed form from the hungry eyes of the backstage pass holders. Although creepy, the peering eyes staring at her from behind the viewport were of little concern or discomfort to Mei Zhen. Years of training as a slave had eroded all shreds of modesty that she had previously held. Not to mention, the loincloth and bikini top that she had been ordered to wear didn’t conceal much to begin with, and she would be standing before an even larger crowd in only a few minutes.

Within the auction hall, the final details of bidding strategies were discussed in hushed whispers as the crowd slowly took their seats. Any slaves that had not been sold were away. The Gamorrean guards took positions at near each one of the exits, although the doors would remain open until a minute before the auction was slated to begin. The Jizz band that had been playing began to wrap up their song before putting their instruments away. Then, those who held backstage passes were given specially reserved seats in the front three rows. The rest were open to regular attendees.

It was then that the booming voice of a Troig announcer came over the speakers.

“Ladies, gentlemen, and all those in between...welcome to the auction of the legendary, ultra-rare, and one-of-a-kind...Slave Queen of Akarui! That’s right folks! If you win this auction, you will hold the keys to the throne of Akarui and you will have an entire race of exquisitely beautiful vulpine women at your beck and call! Not to mention, you will also have your own nine-tailed mistress to warm your bed and make your sandwiches!” A pulse of laughter came over the crowd after the delivery of the joke. “If you’ve ever held ambitions of controlling an entire planet’s worth of resources and people, you’re in the right place!” They continued, to raucous applause and cheers from the crowd.

“And now...without further ado, we present Sun Mei Zhen!”

She emerged from the corner of the stage with gold chains on her wrists, while being led by a towering Trandoshan male who had seemed all too eager to smell her like she was a piece of meat. Nevertheless, Mei Zhen held her head up high, with dignity and poise. Her stride was purposeful, yet seductive and distinctly feminine. When she reached the center of the stage, Mei Zhen slowly turned around to let her backside face the audience so that they could see her nine tails with their own eyes. After a few moments had passed, giving people just enough time to take pictures and count her tails manually, she turned back around to face the audience as a wide smile crossed her plump lips...

It was her destiny to become the empress of a planet. She was a mere slave now, but one day she would cast aside her chains, kill her master, and rule Akarui independently. This was but a trial in humility for her to overcome, to prove to whatever Gods existed that she was worthy of leading her people...

 

[Kimiko Taiyou]

The show was sickening. The poor Kitsune being paraded around like some animal. The duo, played their parts to the best of their abilities, ensuring their hidden cameras caught all the action. The crowds volume covered their hushed conversation perfectly, pretending to whisper to the other.

"I hope you caught that. I believe we have found what we are looking for. Phase line black has been passed." Yoshiko spoke into the concealed microphone in her companion's ear. Riko swapped places,"Second authorization, Phase line Black has been passed. Proceeding to next phase and awaiting the show to start."

The show had already started as bidders had begun to place their bets. They began going back and forth, throwing increasingly higher amounts at the auctioneer. Such a barbaric display, but the pair persisted. Yoshiko jumped up, and offered a monetary sum that would make most citizens blush. It was quickly overbid by another then another. This process repeated, with the operative trading back and forth with bidders throughout the audience.

On the Cyaron the plan sprung into action. The boarding parties were readying for their part as the twin ships slowly followed a pair of asteroids whose paths would bring them close enough to the palace without being seen before springing the attack.

Kimiko had retreated to her quarters to ready herself for the coming skirmish. But, one thing kept eating away at the back of her mind, there was another out here. The empress had found herself in a bit of a conundrum at this point. She couldn't let herself be distracted by this, but it would gnaw at her for the time being as she headed down to the bay with her Marines.

[member="Sun Mei Zhen"]

 

[Alexa Io]

Sun Mei Zhen
Post 3
Location: Auction Hall, Palace of Popora the Great - Smuggler’s Run
[member="Kimiko Taiyō"]

The bids kept rising, and with it, her confidence. Taken at face value, the auction was an extremely degrading display of barbarity and perverse desire. However, for Mei Zhen, she felt distinctly empowered knowing that she was worth more than the price of thousands of slaves. The gold chains which had been clamped onto her wrists, though physically uncomfortable, were a conspicuous symbol of her value.

She felt honored to wear them.

The bids came in so quickly that the middle-aged Pantoran auctioneer seemed to be physically overwhelmed by their speed. Sweat was visible on his brow as he recorded the value of each bid and the name of the bidder, which was of paramount importance for the purposes of record keeping. Those individuals who had placed numerous bids would be invited to more auctions of this sort, since evidently they had the money and necessary amount of interest to be willing to bid on exorbitantly expensive slaves.

So far, the day had been relatively boring for security. So far, there had been a single minor incident, which had actually turned out to be a simple miscommunication. Most of the guards were more focused on leering at the nine-tailed slave being offered for sale than they were on keeping an eye on the premises. The security droids were far more attentive, though most of them had been interspersed throughout the station rather than within the auction hall or in close vicinity to it.

Small improvements had been made to the palace’s external sensors in preparation for the auction. However, the palace was still quite deficient when it came to potency of its sensors, even with the minor upgrades. The two stealth corvettes were quite easily able to remain undetected behind the pair of asteroids on their approach to the palace. However, given the intense security within the palace, when it came time to infiltrate, a conspicuous and violent engagement seemed almost inevitable...

 

[Kimiko Taiyou]

The twin corvettes had drifted behind their asteroid cover for the past several minutes. The time was excruciating, as the crew had listened to the bids rise into numbers unheard of. They were close enough to have solid visual on the pyramidal structure of the palace. The two ships vectored towards the imposing structure, and when the signal was given, shields were raised and weapons systems were charged. Though none fired, they were ready just in case. Their target was the outer wall of the main structure, where they would attach themselves to the outer surface, and disembark the Marines.

The troops in each ship, went over plans one last time, from breach points to the auction floor, Kimiko listening intently along with her people. The floor at their feet shuddered as each locked itself to the palace, extending four impromptu docking tubes to the surface, and the engineers began cutting through the thick armor...

Inside the palace, alarms blared, and patrons began panicking around the two operatives. They shared a knowing look and retreated to a more private location, but still in sight of the prize. They noted the swarm of security units and extra palace staff frenzying near the stage, hoping the rest of the party would arrive in time...

[member="Sun Mei Zhen"]

 

[Alexa Io]

Sun Mei Zhen
Post 4
Location: Auction Hall, Palace of Popora the Great - Smuggler’s Run
[member="Kimiko Taiyo"]

In only the span of a moment, Mei Zhen’s emotions shifted from pride to fear and agony when the alarms screamed like a banshee within her ultra-sensitive eardrums. One of the alarms had been mounted on the wall only a few feet away from her. The sheer force of the sound was enough to send Mei Zhen collapsing to the ground as a small trickle of crimson poured forth from her ruptured eardrums. Two hulking Gamorrean guards immediately sprinted towards the diminutive Kitsune and gently picked her twitching form from the floor. Her features were twisted into a pained grimace as the alarms continued to blare with incredible pitch and noise. Since the fluid within her eardrums had been disrupted by the piercing sound, Mei Zhen found that she had almost entirely lost her sense of balance. It didn’t take long for the two Gamorreans to figure that out when they saw Mei dragging her tiny feet on the floor. One of the Gamorreans picked her up in a princesss carry and quickly took her backstage as she lost consciousness.

“Get that slave into the safe room, put her under heavy guard and see to it that she is treated!” An armored Hutt spoke in a deep and booming voice as he led the pair of Gamorreans. “Organized your men to defend the station and figure out what the infiltrators are after. If they’re after her we need to have a shuttle ready to get her as far away from her as possible. Move quickly!” The Hutt directed as he hefted a massive rotary maser cannon.

“Sir-” The Gammorean began in a tone of apparent disbelief as he processed the sight of one the Hutts clad in a suit of thick battle armor.

“This is an asset my Lorda can not afford to lose. She will have my head if I fail.” The Hutt interrupted as he attached a great lightsaber onto his utility belt, along with a rack of thermal detonators. “I will repel these invaders myself, if I have too. Give me a handful of your most talented warriors commander, and we will kill them where they stand.”

“Yes, my lord.”

 

[Kimiko Taiyou]

The battle had joined almost immediately after the engineer teams had punctured through the outer hull of the palace. They quickly moved to set-up temporary cover for each entry-point. The embarked Marines began expertly moving into the structure from the six boarding points, taking only mere minutes to establish solid holds of ground within. Once they settled, they began pushing, moving from their entry point to the auction floor, flowing like a angry river. Ki was stuck-in with Commander Matsuura and her Commando team advancing steadily through the halls. Her saber was adding to the fight, mostly blocking incoming shots, allowing her team more flexibility. The security had fallen to their expert training one by one, while only a handful of the invaders fell.

All the teams had made it to the great hall, which was mostly empty, save for the imposing Hutt and their personal guard. The two Akaran operatives took this moment to spring into action, and headed towards where they last saw Sun.

Meanwhile, Kimiko came forward as her troops held steady targets within the guard,"By order of the Akaran Crown, I order the immediate release of the Akaran slave, or resist, and you will not make it out alive." Her voice bellowed, teeth bared, and saber hilt clenched tight awaiting her answer...

[member="Sun Mei Zhen"]

 

[Alexa Io]

Sun Mei Zhen
Post 5
Location: Safe Room, Palace of Popora the Great - Smuggler’s Run

At first, there was nothing but blackness.

“What’s...status?”

“Unconscious...vital signs...normal. She should...up soon...scans...eardrums...ruptured...severe...surgery.”

“Is...walk?”

“...No...fluid disruption...sense of balance....in a few hours.”

Then, there was light.

“Thank the Force...thought we lost her.”

“Sir! She’s...up!”

Mei Zhen’s vision swirled like batter in a mixture as her eyes opened once again. She raised a hand over her eyes to cover them, feeling somewhat overwhelmed at the visual over stimulation. The people around her seemed to notice this, and as such, they immediately dimmed a few of the lights in the room. Eventually, their features became clearer to Mei Zhen as her vision recalibrated itself. However, the medics were not the main thing on her mind, at the moment. She had heard bits and pieces of the conversation before she had opened her eyes, but her ability to hear was far too compromised for her to figure out the situation.

A moment before, She had been on stage, posing her body for the crowd and feeling like she was the queen of the galaxy as the bids rapidly shot up like a spaceship flying out of an atmosphere.

How in the Force had she gotten here, of all places?

An expression of confusion came over Mei Zhen’s delicate heart-shaped features. Fortunately, one of the medics seemed to take notice of it, and immediately began to answer her implied question. The medic went to pick up a datapad, and began to type something on it before handing it to Mei Zhen...

​

Within the hallways of the station, the heavily armored Gamorrean guards fell in droves to the blasters of the elite Akaran marines. Quite simply, the pig-like men were mere criminals, unable to match the discipline and efficiency of the well trained Akaran soldiers. Along with the deaths of their comrades, the sight of a woman with a lightsaber in her hand had driven many of them to retreat back to the great auction hall, which had been set up as a last line of defense for the safe room. The place was teeming with Gamorrean guards, many of whom had begun to pick up and arrange chairs in order to make the location more defensible by denying cover to the Akaran invaders and reinforcing their own cover.

“Men! Prepare to hold the line. They’re-”

A blaster bolt melted the commander’s thick and piglike skull as the Akaran marines stormed into the room, led by none other than the Empress of Akarui herself, Kimiko Taiyo.

However, the marines would find a surprise awaited them within. A massive armored Hutt unleashed a barrage of maser cannon fire at them, as the remaining Gamorreans quickly took cover and returned fire.

“You’ll never take her alive, Vixen!” The Hutt yelled in its booming voice as it continued to fire the maser cannon at the Akaran forces.

 

[Kimiko Taiyou]

The guards in the inner sanctum were better trained and equipped then their hallway-filling counterparts. Better equipped to. Their leader, the giant mass of space-slug with the heavy rotary canon, was currently keeping her troops from advancing. Currently the Marines were trading shots when they could with the defenders and all Kimiko could do was watch. She surveyed the situation, as best she could, and took in the stacking casualties. Her eyes met those of one of her commanders, and she read the desperate thinking on the other woman's face...and it scared her.

But her mind came up with a solution after seeing her personal shield-toting knights use their specialized equipment to block some of the incoming fire. Her ears shot up straight and she immediately began barking her orders,"Knights! Form a a shield in front of Kanan's Commandos, provide them cover while they advance. Kanan, you and your Marines, advance behind them. On my signal..." and quickly she looked around the expansive hall, looking for her moment...

It came when the Hutt turned his attention to another door, swinging his weapon with him. Kimiko sprung into action, propelling herself, Tsuriai activated before her and deflecting the shots sent her own way. Her knights followed suit, forming a well rehearsed and disciplined testudo with their shields. The Commandos and Kanan snuggled in behind them, and as one they slowly advanced from the hallway. The Empress charged ahead, not worried with the other guards, her target was the Hutt. The armored column behind her was making short work of any of the enemy they passed.

The Hutt turned, finally seeing the rapidly approaching Akaran...

[member="Sun Mei Zhen"]

 

[Alexa Io]

Sun Mei Zhen
Post 6
Location: Safe Room, Palace of Popora the Great - Smuggler’s Run

The chaotic sounds of violence outside of the safe room could be heard from behind the thick impervium walls. As such, the mood within the room was quiet and grim. Two of the medics worked at cleaning Mei Zhen’s tall and fluffy ears in order to prevent an infection. The rest were restless and quite tired. If it came to it, they had no intention to resist the invaders. After all, they weren’t soldiers or hired muscle. They were simply support staff for a slave that was worth more than all of their salaries, combined together.

However, the lull of relative silence within the room was suddenly interrupted when a hulking Gamorrean barged through the doors and delivered an order in a bellowing voice.

“Get that slave to the shuttle! Now!”

​

A grin formed on the Hutt’s slimy features as the nine-tailed Akaran Empress advanced towards him with her dark green lightsaber primed for a strike. The massive creature quickly stowed his maser cannon on a magnetic holster, and pulled out a massive great lightsaber. When he activated it, the thick and pulsing yellow blade extended out almost four meters, granting him an extremely formidable amount of reach.

In spite of his massive size, the armored Hutt was deceptively agile and athletic. The creature was clearly not the type of Hutt lord to sit in his throne room all day while a legion of slaves tended to his needs and wants. Although the details of the Hutt’s form were concealed by the thick armor, his massive tail was bulging with muscle and his arms were powerfully built. In essence, the Hutt represented a physical exemplar of his species. In truth, Hutts were extremely formidable warriors if they trained their bodies and honed their instincts for battle. Their massive size allowed them to take a great deal of punishment while also still being able to maintain the strength to strike back at their enemies. In essence, the Hutt criminal empires rose to power because of the imposing physicality of the Hutts themselves.

With his first attack, the Hutt played it safe. He extended his massive great lightsaber into ox guard in order to force the kitsune to back off her offensive. Then, he executed a low-arcing horizontal slash starting from his right side. intended to bisect the Akaran Empress from shoulder to hip.

In the meantime, the fight continued around the pair of lightsaber duelists. The Akaran infantry continued their testudo advance in the face of overwhelming fire. In addition, panic was beginning to descend among the Gamorrean front lines. The Akaran Empress was a beautiful and highly distinct sight, and it her nine lusciously flowing tails had not escaped the notice of a few sharp-eyed marksmen.

“Sir! That laser sword fighter has nine tails!” One Gamorrean warrior called out to his commander after taking a few potshots at the Akaran formation.

“What?! This is getting out of hand! Now, there are two of them!”

 

[Kimiko Taiyou]

Ki vaulted at the sight of the massive saber, landing on the other side of the giant slug. He quickly spun and slashed mightily at the comparatively small woman, forcing her to roll near the last second under the blade. He would smash the long blade into the floor. Seeing this momentary opening, she sprung up, hilt grasped towards the bottom, and she thrust it towards him like a spear...

The commanders of the Akaran strike team saw the Hutt focused on the duel and seized the advantage, pouring from the hallways they were taking shelter in moments ago. They pressed into the hall, engaging the guards and beginning a new advance towards the stage. The Knights, broke their defensive formation and charged, only stopping to deal with a pesky guard, towards their empress.

Meanwhile, the two operatives, took up position outside the safe room, now armed. They listened to the voices inside, barely audible through the thick walls, waiting their chance to strike. They figured they must have an escape plan in place to get the woman out the palace. They messaged the Cyaron just to be ready in case they were able to flee. They heard clattering from within and readied outside the hatch, weapons drawn...

[member="Sun Mei Zhen"]

 

[Alexa Io]

Sun Mei Zhen
Post 7
Location: Safe Room, Palace of Popora the Great - Smuggler’s Run
[member="Kimiko Taiyo"]

“Sir! Cameras show that two of them are right outside the doors!” One of the medics spoke in a panicked voice after he glanced at one of the data terminals next to the bed. He drew a tiny holdout pistol from a holster on his left leg, but based on the shakiness in his arms and the fear in his eyes, he was my no means trained to use it with any degree of skill.

“Keep the slave inside!” The Gamorrean bellowed as he pulled a gigantic two-handed blade from the magnetic holster on his back. After pulling the faceplate of his helmet over his pig-like face, the massive creature took a cursory glance at the camera feed of the two operative standing outside of the door. Then, with a Huttese battlecry, he barged through the doors with the massive blade held in a two-handed grip. As he emerged outside of the safe room, he executed a wide arcing downward slash from the right to the left which was intended to cleave the operator positioned at the left side of the door...

​

​

Although the Hutt was surprisingly agile for his size, because of the inherent limitations of his natural method of locomotion, he was not very quick when it came to lateral movement. As such, the nine-tailed Kitsune’s fiery green blade buried itself deep within the Hutt’s armored chest. The Hutt let out a potent yell when he felt the white-hot blade in his chest. However, the stubborn creature was not prepared to quit yet. His massive great saber came swept down towards the Kitsune in a vicious arc from his left to his right. Regardless of whether or not his first slash impacted his target, the attack was immediately followed by another cleaving strike from his right to his left.

In the meantime, the Gamorrean forces were routing to the advance of the Akaran shieldwall. Many of the Gamorreans threw down their weapons, lowered themselves on to their knees, and held their arms in the air as a sign of surrender. Others decided to run for the nearest escape pods in an effort to extricate themselves from the battle with their freedom intact. The Akaran strike force would find that their route to the stage and the safe room itself would be relatively unimpeded.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

A TIE Echelon had emerged from hyperspace, carefully remaining undetected as they entered Hutt Space. Bearing the markings of the First Order and the Crimson Hand respectively, it remained out of sight as it entered the system. The Master of the Knights of Ren was drawn to the place, especially after hearing of a slave auction. While slaves were illegal yes, he came in search of more. More to rebuild the Knights of Ren with. Taking great care to even add new philosophies to the teachings first made by Supreme Leader Sieger Ren. Now with his disapperence both the First Order and Knights of Ren were lost without him, something of which Kyrel Ren would hopefully change.

With the craft making it's way through the surface, landing not far from a side entrance into the house. Kyrel emerged alone, two stormtroopers covered in red armor stood and guarded the craft. As he heard what would be alarms from the inside. Pulling his hood over his mask, he made his way inside as if like shadow. The gammorians that he saw gave a squeal as he activated Vader's Bane. The Crimson blade igniting with a hiss as he easily made short work of the guards through decapitation. Chaos was all around as he hoped to find his prize very quickly, and without trouble at the very least.

Making his way to a security room. Empty for the most part, he discovered a holo map of the facility leading to a safe room of sorts. Shut away by Durasteel doors. Kyrel made his way eagerly through the halls and corridors. Killing any guard who saw him and narrowly staying out of sight of the Akaran forces. Before he knew it, the Ren stood in front of the doors. His saber still clutched in his hand he took his time in cutting open the door, before the door was finished and a cloud of steam rolled as the dark knight emerged wondering what he would find right before his eyes.

[member="Sun Mei Zhen"]

 

[Alexa Io]

Sun Mei Zhen
Post 8
Location: Safe Room, Palace of Popora the Great - Smuggler’s Run
[member="Kyrel Ren"]

Upon seeing the black figure of the Master of Ren with a pulsing red lightsaber within his grasp and his escort of stormtroopers, the two Akaran agents outside of the door quickly retreated from the stage, knowing that they had little ability to fight what they perceived to be a Sith Lord. For those within the room froze with fear upon seeing the massive red blade as it cut a massive hole through the impervium-clad doors with the ease of a knife cutting meat. One of the medics took the initiative to lower his pistol to the ground in the hopes that the Master of Ren would spare his life. Whoever it was behind the door, the man knew who it was that they were after. By then, Mei Zhen had already come awake. The young Kitsune looked to the medics with evident fear in her magenta eyes, but they refused to return her gaze.

When the Dark Lord stepped through the smoke, he would see his nine-tailed prize sitting upright in a repulsor stretcher and staring directly at him. However, she no longer held fear within her gaze. This Dark Lord was the true victor of the competition for her flesh. He was the master whom she would serve for the rest of her life. The others within the room immediately cowered before him and placed their hands on the back of their heads in the universal sign of surrender.

Their fate was up to him.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Kyrel looked upon the room when it was all over with, those that were inside had their hands raised. As if surrendering to the man, Kyrel was not concerned as they were not what he was after. Instead he looked upon the girl that was on the stretcher, a look of fear at first that had quickly disappeared. She was the one he had heard of about from the spies within the auction. Kyrel lowered his saber looking around, it wasn't much of a safe house... More like a room shielded with durasteel doors, and while in any other circumstances Kyrel would feed into his emotions and kill the beings from inside the room. He did not feel like killing on this day, as he watched the girl. Directing one of the stormtroopers to look at the girl, she was barely dressed, yet glad he was wearing a mask or else he would blush at the sight of a well endowed woman. As much as his reputation preceeded him on certain fronts so to speak.

"You will tell no one that I was here." The frightened beings nodded quickly, and even fearfully, as Kyrel turned off his saber. Approaching the girl. "You are a slave no more girl, but you will have a new master to answer to in anyway I see fit." He said in a commanding tone, while he had just recently freed her, she would answer to a new master and perhaps carry a purpose. He took the girl, after making sure whatever wounds she had was patched from the medics, as he brought her away from the ruins of the slave auction to the side entrance where the TIE Echelon was to be.

Taking her inside, he directed the pilot immediately take them out of there. What the girl was thinking, or would say he would not know, and that would be something of interest for him to find out. Perhaps even find a change of clothes from her more revealing pose.

[member="Sun Mei Zhen"]

 

[Alexa Io]

Sun Mei Zhen
Post 9
Location: TIE Echelon - Smuggler’s Run
[member="Kyrel Ren"]

“Yes…” Mei Zhen paused. If she were no longer to be a slave then what title would she call the man who had supposedly liberated her from bondage? It seemed that this man would still be her master, but perhaps a far different kind than the one that she was used to. Even so, she wondered what kind of plans the man had for her. She had no ability to sense or manipulate the Force, much to the frustration of her old masters who knew that her being in possession of such gifts would greatly increase her buying price. They would be horrified to learn that their nine-tailed prize had not been bought, but stolen by what she perceived to be a Sith Lord.

“Master.” The diminutive Kitsune decided to settle on that title for the time being. When the Dark Lord gestured for her to follow, Mei Zhen made her best effort to stand, but she found that she could not maintain her balance. Fortunately, one of the two stormtroopers was there to help her walk. The man within the white armor was quite large, so he decided to carry the tiny Kitsune over his shoulder in order to get to get to the waiting shuttle as fast as possible. The sight of the cauterized bodies of Gamorrean soldiers did not escape Mei Zhen’s gaze as the small group hurried through the winding hallways within the ship. Those men and women had all fought and died for her. Even after being with the disquieting reality of that truth, Mei Zhen could not help but to feel a swell of pride within her chest.

She hoped that wherever the Dark Lord was taking her, that she would be treated with as much divinity as she had been here.