Finding a Friend (Semi-Open, if it makes sense for you to be there)

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[Data Log -- Entry 47 -- Upload Complete.]

Subject appears to be in mid to late twenties, is a Humanoid, and male. Has been in our care for nearly 4 months now, the burns to his torso have healed well, though the scarring on his limbs may be irreparable. Much of his chest cavity was damaged due to lacerations made by a sharp blade, from the fragments found in the wounds it appears of a durasteel nature, some fragments of Durelium were also found in the fragments, further inspections have shown he is recovering quickly, and is onto a full recovery... Though his appearance I'm afraid shall never quite be the same, there's no trace of his former self that seems to be noticable.

-Dr. Yuu'lar Bisk

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It's quite remarkable really, the man seems to be fully recovered, minus the physical alterations of course. It also seems he knows of the medical field, he's requested something new, very expensive, and will take us some time to get our hands on, at least a week. It's currently being handled by the Republic Military, a exoskeleton armor, it's far too expensive for the Republic to produce in mass quanities for soldiers, strictly for testing. The innovation in this particular armor is that it must be bound to the user, there is no removing it outside of the face mask to induce eating. Regulating bacta through the suit it can sufficiently heal an injured being in several days if not hours depending on the wound. The armor itself it nearly impervious to standard blade strikes, though as all armor is, it is weak at the joints, and can easily remove the most important part of a human, their limbs, or even decapitation. It will take some surgical work to fit it to our patient... he's more like an experiment now. Though we'll take good care of him.

-Dr. Yuu'lar Bisk


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It's been one week and three days since my last entry. The armor came in just yesterday and we went to work on putting it on our patient, Mr. Sunseeker. It appears he is comfortable in the armor and ready to leave, we'll be releasing him within the next few hours. The armor is beautiful, unlike anything I have seen. It would appear he is seeking the Bounty Hunters guild, to avenge what has been done to him. He said he doesn't remember much, other than leaving his ship, for what reason he cannot recall. He was not long after jumped and beaten, says he remembered hypermatter being poured onto him, a standard fuel found throughout the galaxy, it was the last thing he remembered before waking just days before now. Looking at this man, and his anger towards whomever has done this to him, I fear for them. Revenge has filled this man to his core, though he has the right intentions. As a doctor I am strongly against it, though as a Galactic Citizen I feel for him. We will do some final tests and he will be on his way.


-Dr. Yuu'lar Bisk


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[Sunseeker, Tavion -- Personal Data Log: Data Entry 1]

All of this is new to me, even this world, I don't recall ever being in this galaxy, this universe. It's as if my former allies had abandoned me here, there is little I remember aside from a young girls face, a baby, and her mother. Perhaps these people are my wife and child, I suppose I should seek this out, as that is all I remember. Her name... I cannot recall it at this time. I feel as if I told myself I would never forget it, as if she was my fuel for life, and someone took that fuel away when they tried to kill me at the Correllian Star Port. I will find the Bounty Hunters Guild and get the information I need to kill whomever did this to me. Not only will they answer for their attacks against me, but for everything I have lost. I have brief relapses of that attack, and my chest.. my limbs, every part of me aches with pain, burns like a hot sunlight. Something is coming back to me now, the name... her name, whoever she is, perhaps a friend, perhaps my daughter, perhaps a complete stranger before I was attacked, she will be my fuel, her name is all I have left of my past life, her name and my own. Relia.

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[Storm]

Relia. Relia awoke from her sleep with a start, her eyes jerking open as the sunlight poured through the porthole of her ship, illuminating the covers before her. Relia. It was almost a lingering call from her dreams, as if there was someone standing, from afar, calling for her.
"M... mother?" She whispered, not moving from her prone position.
But it had not been a woman who had spoken.
A man. Who? Her father? Perhaps. Perhaps not. Perhaps he knew she was alive. Perhaps he had always known. And that made her hate him all the more. No, not her father. Couldn't have been. He'd never have known who she was. Her. He wouldn't even know he had a daughter. Unless there were many others like her, from this man, across the galaxy... the thought was disturbing. With little input from herself and her mother, she could have hundreds of half-siblings across the galaxy.

Great. Family issues.

With a groan, Relia pushed back all thoughts of her lucid dreams, as she pushed herself up. Despite their being no one else aboard her ship, she self consciously clutched the sheets to her naked body, rising like an angel before crossing over to where her clothes lay. Still bleary from sleep, she struggled for a few moments with the clothes, before managing to finally get them onto herself. There. Now she was ready for whatever the day would throw at her. It was sunny, bright, the morning light streaming through the port hole as she ate in the cabin of her ship. It was only her aboard, Relia returning from a mission the long way. Call it somewhat of a sabbatical, but Relia wasn't going to immediately return to her employer and claim the bounty. She doubted he'd question, as his job had been completed, but, if he did, she could always come up with some excuse about being waylaid by pirates or something.

And he wasn't really smart enough to crack such a lie.

As Relia ate, she mused over her future. She was a pretty small scale bounty hunter, in the grand scheme of things. Her main employing agency was small, pretty localised to a system in the grand scheme of things. She wanted big. She wanted galactic wide. She didn't always want to be a bounty hunter. The more money she could make now, the quicker she could retire, at around forty or something, and live a normal, civilian life. With a good deal of credits to prop herself up and her life. And a possible family. Due to her own upbringing and conception, Relia still had mixed feelings about the idea. A consideration for another time, that was. Opening the hatch of her ship and stepping out into the light, Relia smiled. It was a beautiful day, the planet wasn't overly violent, and she couldn't be easily distinguished as a bounty hunter. This really would be an allowance to have some fun, let her hair down and enjoy herself.

It'd be the first time for quite a while.

 

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The datapad had been built into the forearm of his armor, it was unlike anything he'd ever been through. A constant cold swept over his body as this light, but very durable armor was molded to his skin. The bacta reserves came from a pack linked to the armors mid-back, though almost weightless. It would surely take some getting used to, his movement seemed quicker, and response time far faster. Perhaps those medical specialist did something to him while he slept, whatever it was, it made sure he could enact his revenge on those who had done this to him. Something made him want to make as much money as possible, as quickly as possible; the only way to do that, was through bounty hunting, or winning the lotto. Never being a gambler himself, the ladder idea seemed out of the question. Looking to his wrist, he wanted to input a thought.


[Sunseeker, Tavion -- Personal Data Log: Data Entry 2]

I don't know where to start this search other than heading to the Star Port here in Coronet. This Dr. Bisk directed me to a Rodian in a Jek'Jek Tar. I don't see what the aliens see in such a place, this new respirator system still has me adjusting. I'm not used to breathing such sterile air. I don't feel like the man I was before this all started... Something about me has changed. I only hope I can find my past self, before something from it finds me.

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Taking in a breath after closing putting the wrist attachment to sleep he crossed his arms and leaned against one of the many buildings that crowded the area known as Coronet. Looking around, it looked all too familiar, like he had been here hundreds of times, only it was a blur, some looked familiar, though others appeared as if they'd never been there before. Pushing the idea aside of his past bringing him here, he smirked. There has to be a planet that has a slight relation to the one he found himself on. Coruscant maybe? No, that didn't make sense, something was special about that Planet... but what? His mind was drawing a blank, perhaps they were alike, perhaps it wasn't the vast city world it was known as and his mind was slightly pulling it, things were coming back to him slowly, but it would take time for his memories to return in full; or at least he hoped.

Staring down the busy streets his eyes focused on a group of thugs collecting in front of the Star Port he would soon make his way toward. Heading their way he passed the group only to hear them mutter something in their native tongues. The suit itself translated it without hesitation, it appearing on that screen on his left forearm.

[TRANSLATION]

: She should be arriving any moment, we seen the ship enter the atmosphere last night.

: Are you sure it was her ship?

: Of course! What do y ou take me for an idiot!?!

: It wouldn't be the first mistake you've made Urlak

: Whatever, be on your toes, the boss wants her dead...

: She got the job done from what I heard on the Holonet...

: That may be so, but he doesn't want to pay the fodder

: ...as long as he pays us, I don't have a problem putting a slug in her chest.

: Shame, she wasn't half bad looking, probably be worth more alive to some.

: Calm down, dont need you getting distracted, lets move into the alley.

Staring at the group as it made its way around the building he focused on the two that had been talking. There were four of them, but those must have been the "leaders." Just hired thugs out to take something from someone by the sounds of things, hell he was sick of standing around. Moving to where they had just stood his visor reflected anything he seemed to be looking at. Staring up at the Star Port stairway he waited, they'd make their move before whomever this was had a chance to react, and if it got out of hand, he might help out. Get his hand a little dirty, and maybe make some friends... or some more enemies.

 

[Storm]

The nearest cantina wasn't much good in the way of salubriousness, but after the journey, Relia was happy to be drinking engine fuel with an alcoholic kick as long as it did the job. Hell, the place smelt of engine oil to a heavy degree, so she just might be served some of the stuff... She smiled. It was nice enough, in it's own way, a single musician playing quietly in the corner and the patrons other pilots. There'd probably be more musicians coming later. Business was conducted over drinks, and Relia made her way over the bar, brushing the cigar smoke out of her way as she did so. Always reminded her of ship thieves, that; they always seemed to like cigars. Of course, many "innocent" (for criminals) people did the same, but it only took a few to make one thing a generalisation. Two men sat at a table nearby, and as Relia stepped past one reached out and grabbed her buttocks lustfully. Relia groaned, and turned around. Didn't the man know better? That sort of thing could get him killed. Probably assumed that because she was a woman he'd be fine.

"What is it with men doing that?"

He had a glass of what looked like Corellian firewhisky nearby, and, as he turned to his drinking buddy and laughed, Relia rolled her eyes and picked it up. With a smash, she belted him round the back of the head with it. There was a smash followed by a crash as his head hit the table. "Tell your friend to keep his hands to himself next time." Relia said to the stunned remaining man, who was staring dumbly at his concussed friend. No one had batted an eyelid; Relia preferred it that way. She didn't want to draw attention to herself. Half the people in the place hadn't noticed, and, of those who had, the remainder hadn't cared. "Sorry about that." She muttered to the Weequay barman, who shrugged understandingly. She flipped a credit across the counter, the Weequay snatching it into his pocket with surprising speed. Relia raised her eyebrows, the Weequay winking.
"What can I get you, madame?"
"Firewhisky would be good, thanks."

The irony of the drink didn't escape her.

Contemplatively, Relia sat at the bar, drinking. The firewhisky was good, especially after the journey. Swivelling around in her seat, she considered where to go next, before her line of vision was intercepted. "Uh-oh." She muttered. "Trouble."
There's no way those four men are here for a drink.
Downing her drink and moving away from the bar, nodding her thanks at the Weequay as she tossed over the correct number of credits for the drink, she made her way into the alleyway behind. There was an opening at either end, but no one would come there without wanting to; no unwitting witnesses. She also had a means of escape if she needed one. Not that she wanted one. Still, four men would be a problem. Thankfully, they all entered from the same end. Relia put her hands on her hips, smiling.
"Can I help you, boys?"
One drew a gun. Why was it that men were just so damned uncooperative? Always killing, grabbing flesh, making fools of themselves.

"Obviously not."

 

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Tavion watched as one of the four men pulled something out of his pocket, a datapad. Looking it over he jerked his head to the right and they moved into position, just as the woman had come out of the Cantina. Staring at this girl, something struck him about her, the face somehow looked familiar, but he wasn't sure how. That mind of his raced as a situation was brewing in front of him. Before he had known what had happened the woman had an expression of shock, but a knowingness of what was to come as the leader of this group pulled out his slug thrower. The other three reaching to their own weapons in unison as well, all equipped with low grade slug throwers. Taking in a deep breath the respirator on the suit let out a soft hiss, something that surprised even him as it caught attention of one of these brutes.

His eyes moved to the girl once again, it was the one thing he recognized since awakening, even his face seemed like a stranger to him; but this woman, she was familiar in some way. Walking towards her he passed by the group, a click ringing through the alley she stood as he passed that group heading directly towards her. The leader yelled in basic at Tavion.

"Fool! Get out of the way, we have business to take care of!"

Looking over his shoulder the man that his translator has recognized as "Urlak" was the one yelling to him. Shaking his head he turned to face them and an almost robotic voice spoke back to them. It was obvious he was a human, though the voice signature let off by him thanks to the suit could put his race at nearly anything.

"What business would that be? Killing an innocent woman?"

The group of men looked at eachother and all raised their weapons at the two, though before any of them could pull a trigger Sunseeker's left arm raised in front of him, without hesitation. Responding to this the group once again looked at one another. One of the men let out a laugh which incurred an uproar from the entire gang. Bringing his left arm up he simply smiled from behind the veil that was a mask and he pushed the woman behind a trash compactor to their right. Turning on his toe that right hand pressed down on his wrist attachment while his body hunkered down into a crouch. The explosion that followed was enough to shatter a mans teeth that was too close. Feeling the repercussions from the shockwave that was let off, along with the rubble that hit his armored form he stood up and turned on his heel this time to face the group, slug throwers at bay from either of his hips. All that could be seen was a cloud of smoke and dust that was all but slowly clearing the alley. Addressing the woman who he assumed was still behind the compactor he smiled.

"Friends?"

 

[Storm]

Relia leapt from behind the compactor she'd been pushed into, guns blazing into the smoke caused from this unknown would be rescuer's weapons. There was a scream, and Relia was sure she'd got one. The rest she assumed this man had killed. Breathing deeply, Relia wiped a hand down her face as the man addressed her. From behind, one of the men groaned and drew a blaster at the man who'd helped her. With a snapshot blast, Relia dropped him with two shots to the torso. "Friends?" She laughed. "I could have dealt with them myself. Still, thanks all the same." She appreciated it. A thought came to her. "How the hell, though, did you know I was here? I've no idea as to anyone on this planet who'd know me..." She cast a glance at the dead thugs. "Well, anyone alive at any rate."

 

[Rev]

The robotic voice that almost cast a sincere question to her well being rang out through the alley much like it had just moments before to her.

"Are you okay?"

His eyes glanced back to the setting dust as his own slug throwers found there way back to his thigh holsters. He'd only fired a weapon a few times in his life, though something about it gave him a sense of empowerment, and this armor only seemed to make him more proficient in firing them. It was odd, he died a slaved slaver with little no no power other than directing a grouping of cast away exiles with a stun rod, and awoken some freak in armor with abilities he could only imagine. Taking in a breath the respirator sent a shot of the pure oxygen into his scarred lungs. Leaning against the building behind him it was obvious the men were dead as there was no motion from any of the downed thugs. Each had no face that meant anything to him, each were a body with a void in their face, ghosts. Looking at people the way he did now was far different than he ever looked at one. Even the slaves he looked at through the years he had a strong sense of connectivity to, he helped them when he could, at least from what he could remember. That's why his crew left him with a stun baton and short blade, essentially a shank. He'd never used either unless provoked into it, unless he truly needed to in order to save his own life. Then there was this woman in front of him, the only face he saw in crowds, but why?

"We should move to somewhere more discreet, I'm sure someone has notified the local Police, or even the republic. It's not often an explosion occurs and no one investigates."

His demeanor was almost strict and to the point, a long shot from the laid back man from what he once was. What did those doctors do to him? He had no real clue to who he was anymore, other than a name, he wasn't the same person, nor was he sure he ever would be. Hell he didn't even know who he was, only what he thought he was, it was just that this being he was now, he somehow knew was not his past self. Looking to his left now the path was clear, they'd traverse over the dead bodies of thugs of some crime syndicate and where they would go he had no idea, why was he even thinking in pairs? There was no telling if this stranger, this angelic beauty that for some reason haunted his past and now present would join him. Though he did need answers and would follow her if it came down to it, she was all that connected him to his former self, at least from what his mind was telling him.

"I apologize for not introducing myself Miss... I'm Tavion Sunseeker."

 

[Storm]

"Yeah." Relia replied. Corellia was a big, pretty important world, and a big presence of the Republic's. She didn't want to draw undue attention to herself, nor did she want to be arrested. Or shot. Or whatever else the Republic had it in it's stupid head to do these days. Mind you, the Alsakan Union was, if anything, worse. Bunch of religious nutters. At least they had a sense of women rights, however. She didn't think women in Xenvaer would be having their buttocks squeezed by stupid men in bars. "And I'm fine... thanks." She wasn't used to doing this. Usually, those she associated with left her to fend for herself, which was in some ways good. Still, the man had meant well, and she wasn't about to devalue that. "Yeah, there wasn't really much time for introductions. It's fine. My name's Relia Corrde." Kriff. She thought. Why'd you go and reveal your name? I bet you his "name" is a fake... Still, he seemed genuine enough, and had saved her... Still could be an elaborate ploy. She'd still need to wait for further guidance first.

"So. What now?"

 

[Rev]

He was in mid step when he heard the woman's name. He stopped in mid step and his mind interpreted what it had just heard. Breaking down each syllable of the woman's name, much as he had done hundreds of times over since waking up.

"Re-li-a... Relia...."

His mind simply wandered searching for something, no way was it her? That face, it made sense, but there had to be hundreds if not thousands of beings in the galaxy with that name. Turning and looking at her his face was emotionless as it searched through her face one more time, trying to come up with something to say, something to get them going wherever it was they should be going. Then his attachment on his wrist beeped out with a loud whistling noise.

[Recalling Entry Log 00288:]

Looking down at the attachment on his wrist it began to read out the information he had typed into the old datapad he carried as a boy until his adolescent years, then on until they day he was betrayed... Reading the input he looked at the woman once again and shook his head, that haunting memory drilling itself into his mind, causing him to remember the horrible sounds and images as he was forced away from saving another human from her nightmare. Unsure of what to say or do he simply held his head, or put his hand to it as close as he could. The armored limb pressed to where his temple would be if he was bare skinned; he tried to relieve the tension and stress from building but found himself unable. He still had no idea if this was even the girl he had seen almost 20 years before as a very small infant. Then as suddenly as the pain has bored into his mind it dissipated as a light sedative was shot into his temple through the armor calming him almost instantly. Taking in a breath of the pure oxygen he stared at her for a moment, more than likely scaring her in some way he was sure.

"We... must talk."

Walking out into the street his eyes raced, trying to find anything of importance that could bring them to safety, the Star Port only meters from their current location being across the long street.

"You have a ship, right?"

His legs moved in the direction of the Star Port, not even waiting for an answer, if she didn't have one, it was busy, hopefully enough for him to explain himself. If not the screaching sound of the Republic Military Police rang down the street, and they'd be identified in no time.

 

[Storm]

Relia frowned; what was this? The man seemed disturbed, distant, as if something had tripped in his mind from the sound of her name. Was this still a trap? Somehow, she didn't think so. But you could never be too sure. Still, the turrets in her ship were voice coded, and she'd be able to stop any attack... It might be worth it, after all. If this man knew something valuable, it'd be interesting, at least, to find out what. "Uh... alright." She said, looking the man over. He didn't seem well armed, but the fight had shown otherwise. "Yes, I've a ship. Over there." She indicated her ship, standing alert, ready. "Follow me." Was all she said, making her way across the courtyard and pressing the button that would make the gang plank lower. It did, and as her companion followed her over to the ship she nodded, indicating the inside with one hand. "Here." She'd lead; she didn't want any nasty tricks, and she had security systems covering her back. As she entered, she turned to him, leading him to the command deck and spinning a chair over him. Pulling one out and sitting on it herself, she looked him straight in the eye.

"Now. What is it?"

 

[Rev]

The stranger took in a breath from that oxygen he's been sucking on for the past few hours. Reaching to his neck he gave a pull on one of the tube fixtures and it hissed before cutting off the oxygen preventing a leak. Pulling the helmet from his body he set it down next to the chair then sat looking back into the woman's eyes, they were the same as that child he had seen so long ago. Taking in a breath of the natural air he smirked and lowered his head to rub a hand through his short hair. Looking up to meet her eyes once more he plugged his wrist attachment into a data import on the monitors. As the former input began to read on the screen it was apparent the man slightly knew the woman from an earlier time in their lives. Each of the data entries came up until the data was lost. Looking to her his face held little expression, though it could be seen he was hurt by the subject. The scarring from the fuel his former 'employers' had dumped on him was apparent from the scarring that ran from his neck upward.

"I was enslaved much like your mother was... then was forced to become a Slaver, I wanted out, and this is how they got me out."

His voice was deep and raspy, apparent that his lungs had been scarred from the burning along with his vocal chords in some way or shape. Aside from the scarring he looked like a normal human in the galaxy.

"I'm sure you want revenge... I know I've wanted it for years for the sake of both you and your mother. That man ruined my life since I was a child and then he tried to kill me for wanting out of a life I hated..."

Coughing he covered his mouth some blood working way to the armored glove hand and he simply closed a fist around it, unsure if he was hiding that weakness or simply exploiting his anger towards the man who had done this to him.

"The Progenitor IV is where you're father lies... He's the captain... a man named Ruulak. Heavily protected aboard that vessel and even more respected."

Sitting back he didn't have anything else to say and simply closed his eyes, trying to relax for only a moment.

 

[Storm]

Relia stiffened. What was this man saying? How did he know her mother? Was this some sort of weird, twisted lie? Was he making a pretence of having known her mother in order to get to her, distract her, or what? But the backup information seemed legitimate enough. She'd never told anyone that her mother had been a slave... A cold shiver ran down her spine. Perhaps this man was here to finish off the bastard child of his master... Somehow, she doubted it. He could have left her to die down the alleyway, or attempted to help out and kill her himself. He could have done all sorts of things, yet he'd not even try. Dimly, Relia heard the further words that came from the mouth of this man who seemed to know so much without Relia having ever met him before. What a chance meeting, here on Corellia, when she shouldn't even be on the planet in the first place... She felt pity for the man, too, who'd obviously endured a lot of physical pain at some point.

His very lungs sounded burnt.

He didn't look that dissimilar from a normal, uninjured human, to be honest. Relia knew, however, that he was hurt. He was in pain, and she wanted to reach out to him, help him. It was an odd feeling. For now, however, she had her own problems. Her own problems that he'd help her with. "I want revenge." She said, cold, hard, her voice resolved in that voice she had for when she was on missions. The ability to kill a man without feeling much reservations or guilt was something bounty hunters valued, and something Relia was pretty good at. To be fair, though, it wasn't like she was a cruel, heartless woman... "The Progenitor IV..." She breathed. She'd heard of it. "Ruulak..." She was barely comprehending now, merely speaking. She was ready, her blood was up, she wanted blood she wanted to kill. There was a roaring in her ears, and a red mist descended. She was more angry than she'd been for some time.

And this Ruulak would feel her wrath.

"I am ready." She whispered, her voice rising. "I will kill this Ruulak." She was standing strong, but her defences were fast falling. "He will pay..." A tear rolled down her pale cheek, and, before she knew it, there was another, and another. She didn't sob completely, merely sniffed. She cried for the mother who'd spent a life of slavery. She cried for the loveless relationship of pain and hate that had bred her. She cried for her slavery, for her life, for what she and those around her had lost. She was embarrassed, in front of this man before her, but she could do little to stop it. "I'm sorry." She whispered. On an impulse, she reached out and hugged him. "Thank you." She whispered. She rose, standing up and staring out of the window. "I'm heading for the Progenitor IV. You can come if you want - I'd like you to - but I'm not forcing you."

"Shall we do this?"

 

[Rev]

Tavion stared at this woman that he had such an odd bond with. It was like a brother/sister or even a father/daughter bond to him, yet somehow felt like there was something more to it. Watching her shed a tear the way she was not only angered him, but made him want that revenge she would seek out that much more; for both her and himself. Gasping in a breath of the 'fresh' air he embraced her hug, holding her both close and comforting. His eyes meanwhile looked out the port side window as the Republic police began to work their way into their hanger. As their hug broke he couldn't help but give her a nod to the question she had poised.

"The Progenitor will be no easy task to take Relia... They say it was once a star ship in the Republic before it was taken by pirates, then again by the slavers who have it now. We cannot just storm it, we'll need to get them to lower their defenses for us... a barter? Offer them slaves."

Perhaps it would be easier than he had first thought, the former slaver knew enough about the trade to get them to bite he was sure. The issue would be that the interior of that ship surely had numbers on their side, where as they had two...

 

[Storm]

Relia's eyes hardened and she pursed her lips, considering what to do. The only things the slavers would understand would be their own language; not basic, not huttese, but the language of selling one human being to another in entirely cold blood. The very thought of staging it made Relia feel angry, but she knew it'd be necessary. "I'll go." She said, her voice calm. She knew how she'd do it. "You sell me as an exotic dancer." Her voice trembled, but she knew she must be strong here. "He'll not be averse to the sort of disgusting habits that will allow me access to his private quarters. But I will be armed, and he will not know it. He will not expect me to fight back. But I will. If you're ready with an escape, we will have the time to escape while they believe him to be wanting of privacy. Then we can escape." Relia swallowed, hard.

"How does that sound?"

 

[Rev]

The man listened to her trembling voice and found himself almost hesitant to allow her to try such a slim shot plan. Crossing his arms he took in a deep breath and closed his eyes thinking about this one.

"They'll surely search you... it won't be as easy as hiding a blaster in your coat.. especially a slaver of his reputation. They'll strip you nude and look you over then give you the clothes he wants."

Reaching down he began to put the helmet back over his raw red face. Sliding the comfortable object over his head he began to hook it back up, the sound of the oxygen venting into the helmet obviously being heard. That robotic voice returned as it had earlier that day.

"We may have to try something more blunt... I'll escort you aboard the ship, we'll get as close as we can to our enemy and I'll release you from the cuffs. We'll have to fight our way to him, but there is no risk of you truly becoming a slave... if we fail we'll surely die. Though a life of slavery for that man is something I wish not for either of us, slavery has changed much since you were a child. Obedience collars that will torture you until you pass out or finally give in are common among that ship. He could have an army of slaves that would die for him because of those damned tools of torture."

Walking over to the hud in the center of the ship he began to type in codes that would connect them to the ship, in minutes they'd be connected with the ship and ready to meet, all they had to do was finalize their plans.

 

[Storm]

Relia nodded. "Perhaps." Fire burnt in her eyes. "And he can have all the men prepared to die for him that he wants, but I'll be there. If not now, then next time. I have found him, I know who he is. I am Relia Corrde. Daughter of a raped mother, assassin of an unwilling father. And I will have my vengeance, in this life or the next." Relia's hair had worked it's way past her ear, brushing in front of her face in a dancing lock of fiery beauty. Yet she was preoccupied, gazing out of the windows with a fierce intensity that could have bored it's way through the glass. Tavion would understand. He wanted revenge just as she did, he wanted to see the man dead. It was personal for them both. Somehow, Relia knew they would find the Progenitor IV and the man they sought. They would find him, and they would attack him. They would attack him and they would kill him. And then Relia would be complete; then she'd be free. Free to go about the galaxy as she wished without the past haunting her, following her, demanding she gained vengeance for her mother.

And she would have her vengeance.

***​

The Progenitor IV loomed before them like some monstrous behemoth from Relia's nightmares; a simple trader ship, it was what it symbolised, what it contained that turned Relia's stomach. "We're here." Was all she said, whispering, as she look at it.

The comlink crackled.

"You'll have to answer it!" Relia hissed, remembering that she was the slave.
"Incoming Freighter, this is the Progenitor IV." The voice was obviously that of a slaver. "Identify yourself and your purpose here."

 

[Rev]

Tavion gave Relia a subtle nod, a smile hiding behind that mask as his eyes looked onto the Progenitor with a hate only one of his or Relia's past could contain. His hands balled into a fist before he hit the acceptance of their message. His own form projecting to them in a holographic form, Relia shackled at the wrists to his right.

"Lurian Kuat... at your service fellow traders..."

Giving a bow to the men he could not see he moved the hologram feed to the woman at his side.

"An exotic dancer... taken from the heart of Coruscant.... very young still. There is much fight left in here... much to be broken."

Running his hand down her cheek he stopped on her throat and clenched it enough to make her gasp for air before pushing her away.

"An offer, or I shall be on my way..."

Turning his back to the feed he sat down in the Pilots seat and began hammering in commands that would take them elsewhere. Though he knew there would be a response and quick. This time it was Ruulak's voice that came over the com, his image facing them. It burnt him to his core almost seeing that man, it was as if pure evil radiated off his very being, just seeing him sent a cold chill up the former slaver's spine.

"Wait... we can do business Mr.... Kuat was it? How does a sum of 15,000 credits sound my friend?"

Standing Tavion crossed his arms and looked at the image that was staring at him now. Looking to Relia he laughed as if he had actually owned her and wanted much more, 15,000 was such a small wager.

"25,000 Credits and she's yours."

"Lets not be rash Lurian. I could buy 3 dancers for that price, probably of better looks!"

"25,000 or I leave."

The man scratched his chin and gave a subtle nod.

"20,000 or you can leave."

Giving a nod of his own Tavion motioned to the girl.

"She's yours then, extend your boarding dock and I'll personally bring her to you my friend."

The man smirked and the sound of the boarding platform could be heard coming acrosss the dead of space.

"There is no need, my men will give you the credits and take her. Then we shall be on our way, yes?"

"Deal."

Hitting the holofeed it cut out and he looked to Relia.

"Well, now's our best chance..."

 

[Storm]

The feel of his fingers digging into the soft skin of her neck was painful, and Relia had to stop herself from smacking him back with the force to make him release. This is all part of the plan... She thought, her eyes closed, as she attempted to play the character she was portraying as best she could. As the camera switched off, and they were ready to prepare, she opened her eyes and nodded; she was professional again, ready, prepared to board the ship and deal with Ruulak - no, deal with her father - as he deserved. She'd need to be led on, however, in "chains" or something she could easily escape from. Patting the folds of her clothes where her weapons were concealed, content that they were there and ready to be used on demand, she nodded. "I'm ready. You'd better lead me aboard under some sort of confinement I can easily break out of. Before we do this... thank you. Thank you for risking your life for this." She nodded, grimly.

"I hope it's worth it and that we both emerge alive."

 

[Rev]

He looked for anything around the ship she had used as a bounty hunter that would work on her. Finding a pair of Wookiee hand cuffs he walked over to her and clasped them; they must've been for a child as they were big enough to hold to her delicate and slim wrists but with the proper angle would fall to the floor with a clang. Giving her a nod he heard as the boarding dock let out a hiss as it connected to the side of their ship, the oxygen filling the hold for the boarding party.

"We have one shot at this, if things get sketchy get out, no sense in one of us becoming enslaved, or both of us for that matter. You can always strike again."

He smiled and watched as the party was making their way to the two.

"Greetings, shall we get moving then?"

"Heres the money... give use the girl."

Looking over at her he motioned his hand for her to go.

"I would like to talk business with Ruulak, I can take her to him should you wish. I would like to discuss becoming a part of your crew."

The men looked at eachother confused then gave a slight nod and motioned for the stranger to follow.

 

[Lavi]

Another day, another debt. A gambling round gone bad made the pirate debted to the slavers' captain, though there was simply no logical way to flee the gambling den. Marian gave a sigh as a guy wanted to sell a lass to the crew he was indebted to. Probably a pretty one, at that.

The red-haired man was walking down the hall when he saw the contact and his slave accompanied by several of the captain's men. He tipped his wide-rimmed hat towards the girl out of courtesy as they passed, continuing on his way down the hall.