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PostSubject: The Daring Escape   Mon Jul 24, 2017 8:11 pm

"Great Fa'athra, I must thank you for allowing me an audience on such short notice." The yellow-skinned twi'lek- Aacrin... something or other- bowed in great reverence to the Hutt he was addressing. The Twi'lek stood in the center of Fa'athra's great hall, and flanking either side of Fa'athra were his strongest mercenaries acting as his trusted guards. Directly to Fa'athra's right stood Gelathora, a chiss with scarring below her eyes and a cold expression. Amongst all of Fa'athra's gang, her blue skin and glowing red eyes stood out the most as chiss were difficult to come by on a planet like Hutta.

Apart from Fa'athra's guards, there were of course others throughout the hall who were lounging around, watching the conversation unfold. Some were drinking, others were being kept company by dancers or other forms of entertainers. It was a sight Gela had grown tired of, but there was little she could do about it. She was Fa'athra's hired gun, one of his favorite lackeys that he could sick on his rival's gang with just a snap of his finger. It was really all Gela got up to these days, it was either killing Hutta scum or standing here all day like some kind of trophy.

"I certainly hope you've come with good news, Aacrinmuzu, for your sake." Fa'athra replied to the twi'lek. Judging by the nervous look on Aacrin's face, it was clear the visit had nothing to do with good news.

"Please, you have to understand... it wasn't my fault! We were ambushed- Nem'ro's men-"

"Nem'ro!" Fa'athra roared. "You dare walk into my palace, after letting him steal my weapons!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Let me make it up to you, it won't happen again, I promise!" The twi'lek was beginning to panic, taking a step back as Fa'athra became even more infuriated. It hadn't been the first occurence after all, Nem'ro had far more resources, and far more men than Fa'athra. Didn't stop the Hutt from blaming this scrawny Twi'lek though.

With a snap of Fa'athra's fingers, a blaster was fired within seconds and Aacrin crumpled to the floor. Gela held her gun outstretched for a few moments, Fa'athra's other goons hadn't even reached for their weapons yet. Once she was certain that the twi'lek was dead, she holstered her blaster and closed her eyes in irritation.
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PostSubject: Re: The Daring Escape   Wed Jul 26, 2017 7:37 pm

Niqui sat wedged between two large mercenaries, her thighs resting against each of their own. Her bare shoulders, exposed by her tight dress, brushed the thick leather armor of the men, causing her to shiver.

Just a while longer, she thought. Just a while longer and the conversation between Fa’athra and the twi’lek would be over and she could slip away from the hall and go back to attempting to stay out of sight until she was needed. For now, though, she kept her eyes partly on the podium where the hutt and his most trusted mercs stood.

“You seem pretty interested in that, girly,” the man to her left said, tracing her chin with a dirty finger. “Why don’t you pay more attention to us instead?”

Niq turned her head to look at him and smiled. It was the only way to remain unscathed here. She knew she was likely more useful to Fa’athra than any of the men around her, yet he never let her show it. Until someone was injured or dying she was nothing more than another pretty face.

She was about to say something in return to the merc when the sound of blaster fire rang through the hall. Her head snapped towards the podium, as did the the heads of everyone present.

Gelathora, who Niq knew better than anyone else in the palace, stood with her blaster smoking, her expression nearly unreadable. Business as usual. Both of them were slaves to Fa’athra’s whims, though not exactly in name. The familiar rise of hot anger and bitter despair rose in Niqui’s chest as she watched Gelathora holster her weapon at the same time she felt the heavy hand of the merc beside her slide up her thigh.

Just a while longer
, she thought over and again.
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PostSubject: Re: The Daring Escape   Wed Jul 26, 2017 8:43 pm

Gela could feel the gaze everyone in the room burning into her skull, including the other mercs standing guard at Fa'athra's side like she was. She turned her head partially away from the other guards and out towards the crowd. Any gaze she met quickly turned away from her searing red eyes, all save for one green-haired human woman who Gela had come to know during her time here. Niqui had been the medical practicioner who looked after Gela's health. After all the tests she had suffered, Gela was still recovering, and Niqui had been quite helpful in easing the transition as Gela's body adjusted to the new tech lodged into her back.

But Niqui was just as much a puppet to Fa'athra as Gela was, if not more, judging by how the man sitting beside the green-haired woman was behaving. In a place like this, women were mere toys to Fa'athra and the men who worked for him with only a few exceptions, Gela included. She couldn't help but wonder how a girl as smart as that had gotten herself caught up in all of this.

"Someone clean up this mess! I don't want to look upon that wretched Twi'lek a moment longer." Fa'athra growled, and a few of the servers dropped what they were doing to drag Aacrin's corpse out of the hall. All was quiet for a few more moments, but eventually the music brought life into the room once more and everyone returned to endulging themselves while Fa'athra's advisor stood from his seat to have a quiet conversation with the Hutt, planning out their next course of action to counter Nem'ro.

Gela could care less. She shot when she was told to shoot and kept her nose out of the Hutt's affairs otherwise. That's all she was after all: a weapon. As the conversation continued, her gaze remained fixed on the merc who was harrassing Niqui. There was little Gela could do while they were here under Fa'athra's gaze, but perhaps once they were dismissed... Granted, Niqui wasn't the only woman in this room being treated this way, and perhaps it was selfish of Gela to not care about the others. Not that it mattered either way, she couldn't change things for any of them, least of all herself.

Just as the man leaned in to whisper something in Niqui's ear, Gela sensed movement on her right and glanced over to see one of the servants approach Fa'athra and his advisor, informing them that they had a visitor, though she didn't catch his name. Whoever it was must have been important because the next thing she knew, Fa'athra raised his voice for the whole room to hear.

"Leave me!"

Immediately everyone in the room stood from their positions and began shuffling out of the room. Gela's attention flitted back to where Niqui had been sitting, but all she could see now was that green hair in the crowd of people headed for the exit.

"You too, Vornslayer."

Gela's eyebrow twitched as she glanced back at Fa'athra, begrudgingly offering him a curt nod before excusing herself from the chamber. Once outside its double doors she glanced around in search of Niqui.
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PostSubject: Re: The Daring Escape   Sat Jul 29, 2017 12:06 pm

The men to Niq’s right leaned close to her ear to say something, but by some stroke of divine luck she was spared having to listen. Fa’athra spoke at the exact moment, demanding everyone leave the hall.

Niq stood up quickly, squeezing her way out of the space between the two large men.

“Sorry,” she said, her voice light with a small and fake smile. She nimbly skipped away, pushing through the throng of people leaving the hall and putting as much distance between herself and the two men as possible.

Once outside the large doors she sighed a breath of relief. Most of the time she was able to get herself out of the more dangerous situations like the one that had been on the verge of unfolding, yet still she counted herself lucky each time.

She was about to head to her small quarters when she caught sight of Gelathora looking around. Niq changed her course and made her way to the chiss, easily keeping her in sight despite the crowd. It was nearly impossible to lose her when she stood out so much.

“Gelathora,” she said softly when she was finally standing next to her. Niq looked up at her, a worried expression clear on her face. “Everything okay?”
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PostSubject: Re: The Daring Escape   Sun Jul 30, 2017 9:23 pm

Gela's gaze followed the sound of her name to see Niqui walking up to her, and she naturally glanced over the woman's shoulder in search of the grunts who'd been giving her trouble. Gela was a woman of few words, so her lack of greeting shouldn't have come to Niqui as a surprise by now. After a few moments of forethought, Gela glanced back to the green-haired woman, and then scratched the back of her own head, "Kolto's starting to wear off." She paused, glancing through the crowd again, "Got any more?"

While Gela wasn't entirely lying about the pain creeping up her back again, it was something that had started to dull with each passing day. Certainly, the kolto had helped a lot with the healing and relieving Gela of the pain she was suffering, the more time passed, the less Gela felt it- any of it. Like her nervous system itself was growing numb. She wasn't quite sure herself, but she was never one to ask for help, and certainly not now, after all she'd been put through with these experiments from that ex-imperial agent.

She hadn't really been looking for Niqui to seek out a remedy, at least not this time. Though she wouldn't admit it, Gelathora had been looking for a fight, to punch something she had been ordered to attack. Too bad the men that had hassled Niq were smarter than they looked, keeping their distance now that they were outside Fa'athra's main hall. Gela couldn't help but inwardly grumble to herself as she turned back to Niqui. This woman seemed just as much a prisoner as she was; being forced to tend to whatever ailments these scumbags had, and apparently it wasn't always medically related.

Before all this, Gelathora might have questioned why Niqui hadn't done anything to change her situation. Gela grew up surrounded by people who looked down on her, always expecting her to become a criminal just like her estranged father and long lost brother. She'd spent her whole life fighting back against their expectations, so desperate to prove them wrong and get them to shut their mouths that she joined the Imperial army. But there was no going back to that life now, it seemed following in her father's footsteps had been inevitable. One failed mission and she and her squad were captured here on Hutta by that damned scientist. Tested on and tortured for months on end, as this man tried to mold them into what he saw as 'perfect soldiers'. He plugged them into machines, planted his tech into their flesh, forcing them to endure fights long passed their physical limits. Those who survived the tests were forced to fight one another until they were all battered and bloodied senseless.

Not to mention the amount of torture the psycho put into breaking their minds as well as their bodies. He put them through so much physical pain, even someone as willful as Gelathora had been broken into submission, to the point where following orders came to her as second nature, and it took every fiber in her being to resist it. That's what truly haunted her- damn the pain, damn the suffering, but she couldn't stand feeling like such a puppet, a tool and nothing more. The scientist may have been dead now, but he had simply been replaced by that Hutt.

And after all that, she couldn't judge Niqui or pity her, or feel sorry for her. She had sunk far lower than Niqui ever could.
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