Xe Z Sheu-fuh
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Space Station Kallixo
The brush of wind washed over those closest to the hallway, deceptively cool in the face of the wildfire of temperament in the room. A lone figure made for the door, arms out stretched, eyes pinpricks and locked on the sealed portal. There were no cries, just a sheen of sweat belying their state of mind.
Yet the effort to escape unnoticed was a futile one. A pink-skinned Zeltron in a violet dress was one of those the man had tried to dart past. The last line of defense that kept the occupants trapped in the cauldron. Her left hand shoved the nearest guard's shoulder to expose his side, while the right took hold of the whip held there. With a single, smooth snap the tendril shot through the air at the back of the fleeing man.
After the slender finger began to curve about the man's neck the energy cell was activated. Normally the shock was enough to get the point across. In this case it didn't just frighten its victim, but dropped him straight to the floor. A choked retching sound followed as his body found it difficult even to spill the contents of its stomach at the assault.
The whip was slowly coiled back up in the Zeltron's hand as the rest of the room observed. She thrust the weapon back in the guard's direction, not bothering to acknowledge his presence further.
"Gentlemen. Ladies. Sentients," Xe purred with a smile on her darker lips. "None of us wish to stay here a moment longer than we have to, but we simply cannot afford to break quarantine. The Force protect us from being infected; but if any of us are, we stand a better chance surviving waiting for the good doctors to arrive."
She strode forward and plucked one of the glasses of champagne from an abandoned tray. "There is no cause for alarm. Even the great Republic is more invested ensuring the rest of the station isn't affected than worrying if our little story holds true." With a sip of the drink to wet her throat, Xe continued, "And to make sure they do, I'll volunteer myself to chaperone the doctors."
"Why should we trust you?"
The smile didn't falter in the face of the challenge. Xe slowly turned to face the male Zygerrian. "Because you don't." Xe paused to take another sip of her drink. Let them mull that over for just a moment. "These doctors aren't going to spend their time entertaining you fine, respectible businessmen. They're going to examine the...servants." Slaves, but the story was their hired help had come down with a bit of a disease and needed help. And since this was a decent-sized space station putting who knew how many transports and planets at risk -- was it any wonder help was on the way? "If any of you would prefer to get intimately close with those afflicted instead, I won't complain. But, if you would rather not, then let me demonstrate my commitment to our future arrangements."
Murmurs followed as the various creatures present mulled over their options. None of them were terribly anxious to put themselves in even more jeopardy than they already were. What would Xe gain if she had an ulterior motive anyway? None of the slaves were in any secured section of the facility; and the security system was fully operational.
"If you insist," the Zygerrian hissed with a smile and flourish of his arms. "It would be a shame if anything happened to you. Do be careful."
Soft laughter bubbled forth at the man's "genuine" concern for her well being. The only thing that man would find a shame was the "waste" of a perfectly beautiful Zeltron that could have been a lucrative slave walking out his door or dying from disease under his watch. If it wasn't bad business Xe didn't doubt any one of the people present would consider abducting her for a slave despite the credits on offer. Maybe if they found her alone in an alleyway -- it'd be their last mistake.
@Herrith