Among Distant Stars (For Ecnalab)

[Weiss Ritter]

(Challnge roll: 22 vs. 9. Pass!)

Rebecca's words earned her a series of chortles, whoops, and mild applause. With the effort she was putting into her one-woman show, the engineer probably could have flustered the Krayari emperor's honor guard into unwittingly betraying their liege. This band of bored pirates teased with the anticipation of the grand and hedonistic celebrations that would inevitably follow in this tourney's wake? Utter child's play.

There was no arguing with the results, though. The strong feminine hands that had been tormenting poor Izuna to the point of bursting before were all but tearing at his restraints while their owners grinned broadly and lustfully.

"How about it? Has the kitty learned his lesson?" Izuna bristled under the pirate woman's smirk and visibly struggled not to say anything that would have earned him a more severe punishment.

"I bet you're pent up enough to give those studs a run for their money, aren't you, cat?" The second stroked the Entirian's cock with deceptive tenderness and a smile to match. He trembled and heaved against his bonds, yet managed to concentrate through the haze long enough to lock eyes with Rebecca. One sign, a tiny nod or anything else, would have been enough to make him swallow his pride and submit long enough to be hurled into the cell with her. Otherwise, in what was either a herculean display of willpower or mind-boggling bit of pride, the alien man would have stubbornly resigned himself to refuse and suffer.

 

[Ecnalab]

Really, could he not read behind the lines? Rebecca had to fight back a exasperated huff, and not just from the oversized cock buried in her ass, as she smiled at Izuna, and crooked her finger at him. "C'mere, kitty. Show these halfwits what a real man can do!" she called, before lowering her voice to a whisper so that only the blue man in front of her could hear. "Hey, pal, do me a favor and take five will ya?"

 

[Weiss Ritter]

Izuna's jaw tightened and for a brief moment the prideful Entirian powered through the pirates' and their machines' torments long enough to offer an expression of cold but barely controlled anger. There was no denying what Rebecca was asking him to do, not could he think of a better solution. The ranking official of one of the most prideful species humanity had yet made contact with would have to...to...submit to these pirates. Even if it was only a temporary act.

"Y-yes..." Izuna's tone was forced. He was practically speaking through gritted teeth, but the man was able to swallow enough of his pride to bow his head. Mercifully, it was enough to make the smirking pirates giggle and undo his bindings. The alien's arms were pinned firmly behind his back as soon as he stumbled forth from the cross and his two escorts "gently" guided him to the front of the cell.

"Of course..." The blue-skinned alien murmured back. His crimson eyes scanned over Izuna inquisitively, but Rebecca's third cellmate removed himself with a barely perceptible groan and shudder just in time for Izuna to be thrust into his place-his Entirian cock finally free from the metal ring.

 

[Ecnalab]

As Izuna was pushed into her arms, Rebecca caught the exhausted man and did her best to help hold him up, given that she was now being supported by the man behind her, and wrapped her legs around his hips. Before he could say anything, she whispered, "I know this has been hard for you, but try to bear it a little longer. Soon they'll all get theirs, but we have to put on a convincing show first." As she spoke, Rebecca began to line up her womanhood with the tip of Izuna's cock; letting the still throbbing member brush against her folds, but holding back for him to make the first thrust.

 

[Weiss Ritter]

"Ngh..." Izuna half-groaned, half-growled back into Rebecca's ear. He knew what being pressed into her cage meant and thought he had resigned himself to this latest and greatest of humiliations.

"Come on, don't be shy, kitty!" One of the women who had taken such glee in teasing and torturing the poor Entirian cat-called with a broad smirk. "It's nothing we haven't all seen before! Better get used to this if you don't want to stay here as our plaything forever~"

A chorus of woops and lewd encouragement for Izuna to do exactly that. Whether Entirian captives were an exotic rarity or the sadistic guards simply found his teeth-grinding defiance more entertaining than a broken and submissive prisoner, it seemed Izuna had become popular among them in one of the worst ways possible.

A shudder ran through the lithe alien's body as he felt his tortured manhood press at the lips of Rebecca's smouldering womanhood. He bit his lip and reflexively pressed his thinly-furred body against her's. Lust and the sheer need to finally, finally relieve himself made drowning out the cheering pirates so much easier. Izuna's first thrust was a slow and hesitant thing. The second came more readily, and by the fourth their captors would have had to physically drag him away to stop the Entirian from pressing himself firmly against Rebecca, his hips thrusting swiftly enough to blur for a few moments.

 

[Ecnalab]

Rebecca's voice rang out as Izuna's speed grew to a frantic pace, and her legs wrapped around his hips; partly for support, but mostly to try and slow him down just a bit before smoke started rising between them. It was all for naught though, as Izuna's hips pistoned into her and his manhood speared her over and over again, she might as well have tried to hold back a mech with her bare hands. All she could do was hold on for dear life as she was given the hardest fucking she had felt since she was in high-school. She knew that she should feel humiliated, being forced to fuck in front of the galaxies lowest of low-lives, but that part of her brain had been pushed to the background in favor of the part that longed for this on an almost daily basis, and her pussy clamped down harder on him; trying to coax him to release even sooner.

[Check to resist orgasm 1+1+2+4=8. Had to get a bum roll sooner or later, I guess.] The combined feeling of her pussy and ass being filled finally began to take its toll, and the walls of her endurance were breaking down as a steady pressure built inside her. If Izuna kept going at this speed, it was only a matter of time before she broke.

[Sorry I spaced updating your story the last time I did this one, it completely slipped my mind. On a side note, don't be afraid to add some detail to the alien anatomy that's going to be making its way into Rebecca. Half the fun of playing a smutty scifi game is the weird alien sex.

 

[Weiss Ritter]

(It's fine, and fair point regarding exotic alien anatomy. I have been sticking with rubber forehead aliens so far out of caution, but I'll see about being more adventurous going forward )

Izuna didn't slow down, not even for an instant. The poor man had been left to hang on that frame for god only knew how long, stewing in frustrated lust and the humiliations his captors inflicted upon him. His pride might have stopped him from giving in before, from becoming the mindless cock-slave his captors wished him to be-if only for minutes-, but that chance had come and gone.

Schlick! Schlick! Schlick!

The sound of Rebecca's soaked folds being penetrated by the Entirian's tortured, throbbing cock filled the air just as much, if not more, than the Terran's moans and those of the hulking green man enthusiastically railing her from behind. Her wondrous breasts heaved vigorously while her toes curled and her muscles clenched. The engineer's sheer sexual stamina and control beggared belief, but, much to her audience's delight, she seemed to have something resembling limitations after all.

Izuna grunted mightily and thrust into her more powerfully still. He all but howled as his cock trembled inside her clenching folds, discharging one hot burst after another. His climax lasted several long moments before the man finally fell forward against Rebecca, limp and utterly spent.

"Whoa there...!" The jolly green giant behind Rebecca pressed back against her just in case her own post-coital bliss left her unable to support the Entirian's weight. "Seven hells...you're sure he didn't break something...?"

Izuna muttered something Rebecca couldn't quite make out-his head was resting atop her breasts-but it sounded suitably bitter.

 

[Ecnalab]

Rebecca's pussy clenched tight around Izuna's cock milking it for all it had as her own orgasm finally came crashing down on her. Her arms and legs wrapped around him like serpents, squeezing him tight as she buried her face in his hair and screamed; her body shuddering with each pulse of orgasmic bliss. As it all came to an end, she pulled him up and into a deep kiss, silencing his grumbling, and slipping the last of her chips under his tongue. "A little something to remember me by," she whispered into his ear. "Don't loose it."

With Izuna taken care of, all that was left was the green man in her ass. He had been courteous enough to slow down as she and Izuna had climaxed, but he was still clearly ready for more. Letting Izuna slump to the floor to rest, she reached up, and wrapped her arms around the man's neck. "Come on, big-boy, how long are you going to keep me hanging on this thing?" she asked, squeezing down on him as hard as she could.

 

[Weiss Ritter]

"Mmph...!" Izuna let out a surprised grunt so faint that only Rebecca could hear it. His tongue squirmed and wiggled around her's for a few more moments before the tired and tormented Entirian seemed to realize just what she'd given him. The alien man didn't risk even a slight nod or a single word as he and Rebecca separated from one another, but there was no doubting the understanding in Izuna's slitted eyes as he leaned back against the mesh surrounding them.

Step one in her bold plan was accomplished. Well, just about.

The engineer could feel the hefty green member still throbbing between her firm ass cheeks. It wasn't nearly as desperate as before, she'd already gotten her cellmates' rocks off mere minutes ago, but the raw and sex-starved need radiated through Rebecca's perfect flesh.

"Heh...as long as you want, precious," The imposing man wrapped his powerfully muscled arms tightly around Rebecca in turn. Playful banter aside, it would only take a few more moments to finish him off by her estimation. The green-skinned alien had been pent up in this cage with a front row seat to Izuna's punishment at the hands of the fetching pirate lasses for god only knew how long, and Rebecca's prowess was rivaled only by her skill as an engineer.

Once again her cellmate grunted and thrust his most impressive manhood up into Rebecca with all the strength and desperate she would have expected of his physique. A lesser woman might have cried out in shock and discomfort, but warm pleasure was all she could feel as she road the man up and down.

Moments passed and the increasingly familiar masculine howl filled the air just as the man's post-orgasmic warmth filled her for the second time.

 

[Ecnalab]

As the green man finished, and pulled out, he left her ass-hole slightly agape, and Rebecca could feel his cum dripping down her inner thighs. Her hands clasped the chain-link fence for support as she looked over her shoulder at her sole remaining cellmate. The red alien who had first approached her had been very patient as his spot had been stolen, time and time again. Now, however, she was free of obstruction, and it was about time he got his due; if only to keep up the act in front of the pirates. "Well, are you just going to sit there and watch, or are you going to make it four for four?" she asked, giving her ass a shake to urge him on. At the same time, she couldn't help but scan the crowd, wondering how her crewmates were handling the situation.

 

[Weiss Ritter]

"Oh..." The crimson-skinned man was right where Rebecca left him: sitting against the chainlink cage in his own little corner. He regarded Rebecca with clear surprise in his gaze. Out of the corner of her vision, she could make out his clenched hand subtly shifting closer to his chest. It seemed the first of her cellmates had decided the risk of even one of the dozen or so pirates crowding around the cell catching sight of him ingesting the tracking ship she'd handed him with a stray leer outweighed the benefits of this distraction Rebecca caused.

A not unreasonable concern given the wolf-whistles and cat calls the spent Izuna and the rest of her cellmates were earning now. Rebecca's one-woman show had more than demonstrated her value as a carnal slave, but it had also teased forth peak performance from the strapping studs. Given half a chance, these same pirates would no doubt plot to take advantage of their captives later.

"Sure, what's the worst that could happen?" Rebecca's first cellmate flashed her a strained smile and reached out to her with his free hand. He could hardly refuse without causing an uproar in the audience. His cock was at fullmast from the lusty display before and the soldier's well-muscled body obviously gave him more than enough stamina for a second round. Unless she resisted, Rebecca would have found herself gently but firmly pulled onto his lap and erotically impaled upon the man's scarlet flagpole.

The position dictated that Rebecca's mounting would set the pace more than his deep and methodical thrusts into her. It would make ensuring the chip didn't accidentally slip free quite a bit easier.

"Jesus..." Sharp ears and a swift glance would have allowed Rebecca to pick out Jack's stunned words and expression. The strapping man had gotten a taste of her mind-boggling sexual endurance before, but even it hardly seemed to prepare him for the spectacle taking part in the cell. The raven-haired soldier's eyes were widened in disbelief, his jaw slack, and his face tinged with a hint of a flush.

Evangeline was similarly enraptured, though she'd clearly made a point of elbowing any over-eager pirate who obstructed her view. The striking woman's eyes drank in Rebecca's riding with a cold yet hungry aura. If she had a bag of popcorn, she would have been guzzling through it now.

 

[Ecnalab]

Rebecca wasted no time with the red man, turning around on his shaft to face him, she planted her hands on his shoulders and began gyrating her hips, grinding into him with fast fluid rolls of her hips until the wet slapping of their nethers became audible. She hadn't realized that this guy still hadn't swallowed his chip, so she needed to finish him off quickly. "Come on, baby, just let it out for me," she said, as she slammed herself down on his rod.

 

[Weiss Ritter]

(I apologize for any roughness in the writing of this post. I'm stuck with just my phone until tomorrow thanks to a trip on behalf of my sister and circumstances preventing me from getting my laptop.)

Fortunately for Rebecca, her crimson-skinned cellmate was just as eager to reach the final climax of her orgy-tastic symphony. How much of it was simple pragmatism and how much had to do with the Terran bombshell riding his throbbing manhood was hard to tell. The man's sheer enthusiasm and his loud, pleasures grunts in spite of the former suggested there was no shortage of the latter, in any event.

The duo's splendid bodies fell into a reflexive song and dance. He thrust, she bounced. He grunted, she gasp. Between her murmurings, Rebecca could feel her well-used womanhood clenching hungrily around the captive member one last time.

Moments passed and the crimson skinned man cried out. His lithe yet muscular form pulled Rebecca tightly against him, his lips sealing her's in a scorching kiss before he finally withdrew. A thin sheen of sweat nicely accentuated the handsome devil's form.

"Well, looks like the show's over, folks," One of the pirates said with a contended sounding sigh. The crowd outside Rebecca's cell reluctantly began to disperse. She was able to make out a few partial grumblings about wishing the show could have gone on, but they were clearly empty bravado.

"Quite a prize you got there," One of the men said with a whistle as they chased after Jack and Evangeline. He glanced back just long enough for Rebecca to feel his eyes blatantly roaming her figure. "Very brave if you to offer her up as a prize, even for a tournament like this. I hope you're ready to fight for her, though. Little friendly advice from a veteran spectator? Better be ready to fight for her. After a show like that...well, word's going to get around."

Jack and Evangeline exchanged a knowing look and then the former spoke up with a self-assured grin. "Good. I like motivated competition."

Well, Rebecca could certainly rest assured that if the Merry Reapers weren't aware that the thorn in their side was now a prize for their beast of an admiral to win now, they certainly would be shortly.

...Hopefully that sort of attention would actually give her an opportunity to rest unmilested, but part of her doubted it very much.

 

[Ecnalab]

As the crowd dispersed, Rebecca made her way over to Izuna and sat down next to him. "Are you alright?" She knew the answer, but it was the only thing she could think to say, and she didn't want to arouse the guards by talking about what she had given him, while so many of them were still milling about.

 

[Weiss Ritter]

Izuna's jaw clenched and his gray eyes flared at Rebecca intently enough to be almost menacing despite his condition as a naked and caged slave. It was easy enough for her to imagine the furious rant straining to come roaring out.

"...No," The Entirian said instead. He let out a deep breath and pulled his knees up to his chest. Izuna's feline ears sank down flat across his gray hair.

"I've gone from an administrator of Khinereth's Stand to a plaything for the thugs who have enslaved so many, many of my people..." His gaze flickered darkly across the cages surrounding them. Rebecca couldn't see any of his fellow Entirians from here, but it was a rather large compound she'd been deposited in and she was certain she had seen some scattered through the cells on the way to her's. Given the blockade that had surrounded Kinereth's Stand...well, it was hard to imagine anything but a very lucky handful of people managing to avoid being put at the Merry Reapers' mercy.

"And now you're here..." Izuna regarded Rebecca with an expression that was difficult to read.

(Insight roll: 15)

...At first. The Entirian's facial features and tics were human enough for her discerning eyes to work with. There was a hint of uncertainty in Izuna's gaze despite his otherwise reserved features, and he'd hesitated in his words for a brief instant. Even with the tracking chip safely inside him, did he really doubt Rebecca's ability to deliver them their freedom?

...or was it that infamous Entirian pride acting up? Perhaps, even now, Izuna was struggling the notion that his rescuers might well be Terrans rather than the glorious golden fleet of the Entirian Republic?

 

[Ecnalab]

"Yeah, it's a sad state of affairs," Rebecca replied. "But, empires rise and fall. And, from outside, this one looks to be on shaky legs." She glanced around at the warehouse they were in. "All we can do is sit, and wait for an opportunity to trip it up. With any luck, we won't have to wait too much longer. Most of these pirates don't seem to be too smart," she said, in a low tone as she surveyed her surroundings. From what she'd seen so far, it probably wouldn't be too hard to stir things up around here. Security wasn't exactly air tight. The only thing keeping the slaves in line was the sheer number of pirates walking around.

 

[Weiss Ritter]

"Hrm..." Izuna grunted thoughtfully. Perhaps Rebecca was correct. The legions of the Krayari Imperium had once seemed an unstoppable force marching from one world to the next, adding their resources and manpower to their ever-growing ranks. Yet in the end and against all odds, their advance had been checked and many of their gains reversed. Even before she had been taken into the confidence of Terran Intelligence, it was becoming an increasingly open secret to Rebecca through frontier news and formal analysis that all was not well within the Imperium, regardless of what their nobility and propagandists had to say on the matter.

And what were these pirates if not a mere unintended consequence of that warmongering empire built upon the backs of conquered slaves? A startlingly well-armed and well trained consequence, but still.

Of course, whatever comfort that notion might have brought Izuna was marred by their more immediate situation.

The slave pens certainly weren't the most heavily secured facility Rebecca had ever seen, relying more on raw manpower than any technology the pirates couldn't pack up in a hurry, but the guards were out in force and had a competent combination of patrol routes and checkpoints set up. Still, they seemed inattentive as she would have expected from bored men and women idling their hours away, and more often than not, the attention they gave the many, many slaves present was of the more licentious than suspicious variety.

 

[Ecnalab]

Rebecca huffed as she looked around. For now all she could do was wait for the others to put their plan into motion, and wonder just when, and if, she was going to be fed or given a chance to bath.

 

[Weiss Ritter]

A few relatively boring hours passed with little beyond her own thoughts and the distant yet erotic cries of men and women being made examples of in the same manner as Izuna had been. It was hard to say how many of these fresh captures were truly that defiant in the face of almost certain enslavement and how many were simply being dragged from their cages to be publicly restrained and cruelly stimulated until they broke down and begged for mercy because it amused the guards.

Speaking of which, a number of guards pushing carts stacked with utilitarian bowls began to emerge from several of the doors in the side of the grand chamber Rebecca was caged in. There wasn't much to smell, but it was obvious enough the food had arrived.

"Guess what?" The guard that stopped in front of Rebecca's cell regarded her with a smile and wink that were too conspiratorial to be anything but off-putting. "Seems like you're going to have a special guest visiting you in a bit. Well, two, actually..."

The man just stood there for a moment, clearly hoping to get some sort of reaction out of the engineer before he opened the slot in the cage door to begin passing each occupant their bowls of...nutrient paste, from the looks of things. The gray sludge was definitely not the most appetizing thing in the galaxy, and it was probably too much to hope that they were being served one of the flavored variants. Still, the tasteless gruel would maintain the captives' strength and it wouldn't have been the first time Rebecca's work on the frontier required that she sup on such fare.

There was also a spoon in each bowl, for what good that might do her later.

"Want to take any guesses on what that might mean for you~?"

The guard might have been the one asking the questions now, but if Rebecca wanted to know something, or find a way to take advantage of the way the slot offered a slight avenue for her and her cellmates to reach the man, now was the time.

 

[Ecnalab]

Rebecca ignored the guard; settling in to eat her meal in silence. There were only a limited number of people that would be overtly interested in seeing her, unless the staff had formed a line to take turns with her. Either, something had gone wrong, and her crewmates needed to talk to her. Or, someone had noticed the bait. She honestly wasn't sure which would classify as worse news, but at least the later would mean that things were ostensibly going according to plan.

 

[Weiss Ritter]

"Hrm! Suit yourself," The guard departed in an entirely too-amused huff. Despite her confident silence, Rebecca could feel Izuna's uncertain, even concerned, gaze boring into her.

"It never means anything good for you when they're that cheery," He warned.

Rebecca had her answer before too much longer. An imposing shadow fell upon her and an all too familiar voice spoke up. "So, this is the prize that eluded you and your crew, Hauser?"

The admiral of the Merry Reapers herself stood before Rebecca's cage. The amazonian woman smirked as her golden eyes freely roamed the Terran's form. Rather than an armored pilot's suit, the admiral was clad in an ornate longcoat in the same vein as the one Evangeline had donned for her disguise. It was black and laced with crimson threads, some of which were woven into ornate patterns that bore more than a passing resemblance to thorns.

An equally familiar blond man stood at the Krayari woman's side. His emerald eyes bored a hole in Rebecca through the rims of his glasses. "She is indeed. It's...surprising to find her here after the fight she gave us,"

Hauser's bookish sort of handsomeness contrasted with his similarly dashing longcoat. It wasn't quite as elaborate as the admiral's own, but it was adorned with golden threads woven into beautiful floral patterns. What contrasted all the more with it all was the slave collar locked around his neck.

"It is, isn't it?" The admiral's gaze flickered across Rebecca's body one last time before zeroing in on on her eyes. "I seem to have missed your owners. Why don't you tell us how they managed to capture you, pretty slave?"

 

[Ecnalab]

"Why don't you eat my ass," replied Rebecca, as she stood, and turned to face the pirates. She met their stares with one of her own, as she looked them up and down. She had seen their faces on vid screens before, but this was the first time she'd actually had a chance to take stock of what they looked like from the neck down. [Charisma roll: 5+5+6+5=21. Jeez, I swear I am not making that up.] They could get the story from Jack, and Evangeline. Right now, Rebecca was pleased to dispel any illusions they might have that she had already been broken.

 

[Weiss Ritter]

(Rebecca: 21 vs. 14 Admiral. Pass!

21 vs. 13 Hauser. Pass!)

Silence reigned for several lengthy moments. Even Izuna's eyes were widening at Rebecca's act of utter defiance. She'd seen what happened to prisoners whom the pirates wished to only playfully punish. Even if she wasn't the property of this Krayari and the rogue Terran at her side, there was no telling what pirates of their means could convince the guards to do to her while Jack and Evangeline's backs were turned.

"Ha!" The admiral aloud and shook her head. "So, they caught you, but haven't managed to do much beyond that? I had a feeling that would be the case after I read William's report,"

The imposing woman stepped forward, standing scant inches from the cage door. She was on a first name basis with Hauser? That might have been eyebrow-raising. For his part, the blond man regarded Rebecca with a tight frown that bordered on concern

"Compliant slaves are pleasant, but defiant ones? Unbroken ones...? I wouldn't have come as far as I have if I didn't enjoy challenges, Rebecca Corvo."

 

[Ecnalab]

"Well, here I am," replied Rebecca. "So, what do you want?" she asked, flatly, not taking her eyes off the purple woman.

 

[Weiss Ritter]

"I wanted to get a look at my soon-to-be property," The admiral smiled, her golden gaze flickering over Rebecca once more. In a slave cage or out, Rebecca was no stranger to being leered at, but there was something...more to the way this Krayari woman's gaze bored into her. Most outlaws would have looked at Rebecca and simply seen a first-class sex toy or a small fortune waiting to be cashed in, but there was an ambitious glint in the admiral's eyes. It was hard to say whether being coveted solely for her flesh was better or worse than the way she was being examined now.

"William dug up your file for me. It was quite a read even if I needed him to sum up your more...technical achievements. It's going to be a long, hard road, but...give it time and I think you'll come around. We're going to some great things together, once I win you and get you out of that cage..." The Grim Reaper motioned faintly towards Hauser. "It wouldn't be the first time, and it won't be the last if I have anything to say about it."

 

[Ecnalab]

"Well, good luck t you in the ring. Break a neck out there," said Rebecca, by way of encouragement. Deep down, though, she really hoped that Jack, and Eva had managed to pass her off to some other pirate for this woman to fight. She still didn't like Jack's chances if he got into the ring with her.

 

[Weiss Ritter]

"Oh, I will. Proverbially, of course. The necks I truly want snapped are well out of reach of this little tourney, but don't worry about that," The Krayari woman offered Rebecca a shark-like smile. The fact that the Terran wasn't the one being threatened did little to make the expression any less unnerving.

"Quviro!" An imperious and masculine voice shouted from one of the far corners of the slave-holding warehouse. Rebeca had a front row seat to the admiral of the Merry Reapers and Hauser visibly struggling to suppress a shared look of absolute disdain.

"Speaking of which..." Rebecca heard Admiral Quviro mutter under her breath before turning her shark-like smile to the approaching man. "Ah...Kestus. It's been so long, I'm not sure how to address you properly anymore. Are you still a Grand Marshal? No...? Oh gods, you're just a lord now...?"

The male Krayari and his escorts came into view. Judging from the swiftness of this "lord" Kestus's steps and the severe expression he wore on his face, Quviro seemed to have hit some nerves.

"I'm more than an alien-pampering pirate with delusions of grandeur will ever be," Kestus retorted stiffly. His attire was more reminiscent of formal military ware than the dashing yet somewhat practical coats favored by Quviro and her ilk. There was even an eye-catching white cape adorning the Krayari lord's back, as well as a chest decorated with medals.

(Intelligence roll. Rebbecca: 15 vs. 11. Pass!)

Medals Rebecca recalled from some of her readings and research into the Krayari Imperium during the war were largely symbols of rank and privilege. A few of the Krayari medals adorning Kestus were awarded for effectiveness and even valor, but it wasn't hard to guess why Quviro didn't seem particularly impressed by the man.

"Yet here you are, among us lowly freebooters..." Quviro made a grand gesture to the entirety of the warehouse. "I'm guessing you have some grand purpose here? You didn't drag yourself out of that...flourishing estate just to visit me or oogle these slaves, did you?"

Kestus snorted, but he did approach the door to Rebecca's cell. "I came to extend offers to the remnants of Imperium's fleet and army eeking out their existence on this barren rock. These last few years have been...difficult for those men and women. Piracy has been the only way for them to continue walking the warrior's path and the emperor has been...less generous than is traditional to those who have shed blood in his name."

Quviro's expression tightened, and Rebecca caught Kestus glancing in his fellow Krayari's direction swiftly enough to notice it. Still, the bulk of his attention was reserved for the Terran and her cellmates. His gaze was soon drawn and fixed upon Rebecca in particular.

"A Terran...? Interesting. Not unheard of, but certainly not common...and your capture must have been very recent to get you locked up in here. Speak, slave. I'm curious..."

 

[Ecnalab]

"Bite me." was Rebecca's only response to the man. She didn't know if this Kestus was a floundering noble who had stopped by just to feel big in front of others, or actually sincere in his talk of offering his people a helping hand, but she already knew that she did not like him. Among a race of brigands and slavers, it was the bloated aristocracy, like him, at the top of the heap that kept the wheels of the war-machine turning.

Still, if there was one thing that could unite a group of people, it was a common enemy. Rebecca just wondered how long the Krayari depredations would be aloud to go on, before the rest of the galaxy finally got around to uniting against them. With a little help from her, hopefully not much longer.

 

[Weiss Ritter]

Kestus stared in silence, as if not comprehending those two simple words uttered by the naked slave. It took Quiviro's snickering to get the Krayari nobleman to snap back to attention. His cold and golden gaze lingered on Rebecca before he turned his restrained fury upon the pirate admiral.

"I might have expected such behavior from an unbroken slave, particularly one held outside the Imperium's esteemed halls, but from you, Quiviro? Do you really wish to encourage...that?" He made a gestured towards the defiant redhead. "Have you lost all sense of what it is to be Krayari?!"

Quiviro snorted and crossed her muscular arms. "Hardly. I'm simply...redefining it, or have you lost all memory of how the last war went? Why so many warriors left the Imperium in the first place? Times have changed, Kestus. You should too..."

The Krayari lord was caught between sighing and rolling his eyes. "I don't know why you still even bother pretending that collar means anything anymore..."

This time, his gaze fell upon Hauser. The admiral's eyes lit up. "Oho, hear that, Will? You seem to have forgotten you're my property again. Were you holding your head up too high this time? Not standing far enough behind me? You're hereby sentenced an evening of hard labor in my quarters to remind you of your proper place."

A bemused smile was clearly tugging at the otherwise stoic blond's face, one that looked downright smug when he glanced to Kestus. "Monstrous. I can feel the last vestiges of my free will dying already..."

"...That's it, then?" The purple-skinned man took a breath to steady himself and stood straight with no small amount of poise. "Very well. If your loyalty to the Imperium is so lacking, then we have nothing more to discuss. Times are changing, Quiviro. I just pray that I don't see you through bars such as these when the dust settles..."

The Krayari lord gestured to Rebecca's cell and turned about with a graceful flourish of his cape. The pirate admiral's jaw clenched again before she forced a smirk. "I think you might...I just won't be on side of the door you expect me to be."

Quiviro shook her head at Kestus's departure and turned to face Rebecca once more with a wry grin. "He's a traditionalist, in case you were wondering. Thinks all the Imperium needs to do to regain its lost glory is really the warriors with some grand speech and go conquering all the wealth and power the emperor promised us the first time around actually materializes. Want to take a wild guess where your people fit into all that...?"

The imposing woman pressed one hand against the cell door and leaned casually against it. "I'm not the one you should really be worried about. There's much, much worse out here...just ask William if you don't believe me...or save it for after I win you. Either way, I think we'll be seeing a fair bit more of each other before too much longer, Corvo."

 

[Ecnalab]

"Please, don't try to polish yourself up. A pirate's a pirate." Rebecca said, as she gathered up her outfit, and made herself as decent as she could in the skimpy garment, before turning her back on the pair, and finding a relatively clean spot to sit down.