The captain was on deck.
Kalladrill forged alloy connected with the far less prestigious steel plating underneath it with each step Zasz took, though the heavy thuds from those boots were almost entirely silenced by built in sound dampeners. An indomitable figure the man was to all that saw him, clad in a full plated body suit which gave off a dull sheen. In the long stretch of a room he walked down, sets of oculars of all shapes and sizes peered out from behind translucent paneling, but they were not trained on him; everyone here had more than their fill of Zasz Fenris. The new sight to them happened to be a creature attempting to keep ahead of the slaver's quick steps. On all fours, skin a fair crimson with hair that looked aflame spilling down their bare sides to the floor, they were kept from getting too far ahead by an occasional tug from a leash attached to a collar around their neck. "Almost there, then you can cry all you want." Zasz had little patience for waterworks, and this one's were particularly expressive, turning to a fog of steam upon hitting her heated flesh. Several shocks from the vice around her throat early on begot a pleasant end to any further whimpers. Chain in one hand and a transparent info-tablet in the other, the pair came to an eventual stop to a cell apart from any others that were currently in use. "Occupant, a single female, some kind of Ifrit offshoot. Exact species undetermined. Status temporary. Run class B living arrangements. Keep active monitoring, use of heat suppressants is authorized if temperatures rise above the acceptable threshold." Zasz ran through the protocols with a detached concern, though through the vocal filters it sounded as mechanical and oppressive as always. Moments later like many times before, the clear cell door would slide sideways to allow access to the woman being led into it with a push from the much larger individual's foot. After five warning beeps rang off it would close with an airtight hiss, leash snapping off with a press from his wrist mounted console and pulled out beforehand. There she was trapped and secure, as all of his playthings should be, but this was far from his normal catch.
Temporary, as in he couldn't keep this one, not that she had even caught his eye to begin with, but a job was a job. Royalty apparently, though not even the first heir to the throne. His mission so to speak had been to remove the princess from her home in the dead of night and have her remain missing until what mayhem might ensue over the fight for the crown? The contract he assumed was given by one of her siblings, even under an alias he could guess as much. Politicking never suited Zasz, and he glossed over the majority of details that had been included in the lengthy dossier. What little security that had been there was laughable, if he had been hired to assassinate the girl, she'd be cold in her bed with none the wiser, not that he'd be too inclined to take a hit on a young girl like this for the price he was offered. Clearly, significant offense to this poor alien had not been expected in any way.
The only backlash came from the heiress herself. In a manner of presumed self defense, she sparked a flare in her bedding the moment he plucked her out of from under the sheets, which more than brought attention to the situation. Still, Zasz was prepared for a rapid escape all the same. Off of the complex grounds, was a speeder hidden away to which he hustled onto with a quite unconscious captive in tow. His jump-ship several clicks out from there. What were the guards really going to do, shoot at him with their princess in his arms?
The hunter had not been told how to extract her in any explicit terms, so perhaps this was all part of the plan? Either way, a one Jallee Russlion was now safely stored on-board The Greenhouse, his vessel's call sign if that was ever in question. As he'd walk away, surely she'd be wailing, but like all of the containment facilities here, the soundproofing meant that her sobs were about as loud as the departing stride he made. Behind him, the overhead lighting would shut down leaving only a sky blue glow coming from the occupied cells to illuminate the storage floor.
Floating through an empty quadrant in space, Greenhouse had no set course, now more than a dozen jumps from the hotspot that had been the homeworld of the Russlion empire. Perhaps empire was giving them too much credit, a lone planet of rule along with a handful of orbiting moons did not deserve such an intimidating title. What he was getting at was that he anticipated no retaliation. If her people were to send a squad of fighters this far out, if they were to even be able to find him at this point, then kudos would have to be given. Zasz was truly alone in this void sector, and he preferred a respite such as this. After all, when else would he find a chance to spend hours reading through his latest novel, Botany IV: Seeding the Stars? A real page turner this one was, as he flicked yet another cigarette butt to join the countless others he had gone through thus far.
At least, he thought himself all by his lonesome out here, not even an uninhabited planet within a single warp away, but a distress beacon proved such a claim false. The reflection of his pale face from the window was blocked by the center screen popping up with coordinates, 'immediate assistance needed' being the generic automated message alongside it. A long sigh escaped him as his options were contemplated. Intrigue aside it would be in his best interest to stay out of anyone's radar, for the beacon's range to ping his comm line at this distance meant that it had to reach others if they were around. The risk might be worth it though, his hulking craft was always in need of parts, and usually he paid through the nose for them through his on call mechanic; Rocket the cunning dealer she was had him by the balls half of the time. Sliding a metal hand across a panel of switches, The Greenhouse hummed to life as a sort of sleep mode was cut short. "Might as well take a peek." An uncertainty in his speech, unaltered without his helm, but all the same a grin crept to his lips and a shine gleamed in sole green eye at the potential for adventure.
At half warp, Zasz reached the site in due course; long range visuals and scans did not pick up another ship besides his own and the distressed craft, but that didn't mean others were not on their way. Better to be paranoid and live than blindly rush in and take a shot to the back.
Kalladrill forged alloy connected with the far less prestigious steel plating underneath it with each step Zasz took, though the heavy thuds from those boots were almost entirely silenced by built in sound dampeners. An indomitable figure the man was to all that saw him, clad in a full plated body suit which gave off a dull sheen. In the long stretch of a room he walked down, sets of oculars of all shapes and sizes peered out from behind translucent paneling, but they were not trained on him; everyone here had more than their fill of Zasz Fenris. The new sight to them happened to be a creature attempting to keep ahead of the slaver's quick steps. On all fours, skin a fair crimson with hair that looked aflame spilling down their bare sides to the floor, they were kept from getting too far ahead by an occasional tug from a leash attached to a collar around their neck. "Almost there, then you can cry all you want." Zasz had little patience for waterworks, and this one's were particularly expressive, turning to a fog of steam upon hitting her heated flesh. Several shocks from the vice around her throat early on begot a pleasant end to any further whimpers. Chain in one hand and a transparent info-tablet in the other, the pair came to an eventual stop to a cell apart from any others that were currently in use. "Occupant, a single female, some kind of Ifrit offshoot. Exact species undetermined. Status temporary. Run class B living arrangements. Keep active monitoring, use of heat suppressants is authorized if temperatures rise above the acceptable threshold." Zasz ran through the protocols with a detached concern, though through the vocal filters it sounded as mechanical and oppressive as always. Moments later like many times before, the clear cell door would slide sideways to allow access to the woman being led into it with a push from the much larger individual's foot. After five warning beeps rang off it would close with an airtight hiss, leash snapping off with a press from his wrist mounted console and pulled out beforehand. There she was trapped and secure, as all of his playthings should be, but this was far from his normal catch.
Temporary, as in he couldn't keep this one, not that she had even caught his eye to begin with, but a job was a job. Royalty apparently, though not even the first heir to the throne. His mission so to speak had been to remove the princess from her home in the dead of night and have her remain missing until what mayhem might ensue over the fight for the crown? The contract he assumed was given by one of her siblings, even under an alias he could guess as much. Politicking never suited Zasz, and he glossed over the majority of details that had been included in the lengthy dossier. What little security that had been there was laughable, if he had been hired to assassinate the girl, she'd be cold in her bed with none the wiser, not that he'd be too inclined to take a hit on a young girl like this for the price he was offered. Clearly, significant offense to this poor alien had not been expected in any way.
The only backlash came from the heiress herself. In a manner of presumed self defense, she sparked a flare in her bedding the moment he plucked her out of from under the sheets, which more than brought attention to the situation. Still, Zasz was prepared for a rapid escape all the same. Off of the complex grounds, was a speeder hidden away to which he hustled onto with a quite unconscious captive in tow. His jump-ship several clicks out from there. What were the guards really going to do, shoot at him with their princess in his arms?
The hunter had not been told how to extract her in any explicit terms, so perhaps this was all part of the plan? Either way, a one Jallee Russlion was now safely stored on-board The Greenhouse, his vessel's call sign if that was ever in question. As he'd walk away, surely she'd be wailing, but like all of the containment facilities here, the soundproofing meant that her sobs were about as loud as the departing stride he made. Behind him, the overhead lighting would shut down leaving only a sky blue glow coming from the occupied cells to illuminate the storage floor.
Floating through an empty quadrant in space, Greenhouse had no set course, now more than a dozen jumps from the hotspot that had been the homeworld of the Russlion empire. Perhaps empire was giving them too much credit, a lone planet of rule along with a handful of orbiting moons did not deserve such an intimidating title. What he was getting at was that he anticipated no retaliation. If her people were to send a squad of fighters this far out, if they were to even be able to find him at this point, then kudos would have to be given. Zasz was truly alone in this void sector, and he preferred a respite such as this. After all, when else would he find a chance to spend hours reading through his latest novel, Botany IV: Seeding the Stars? A real page turner this one was, as he flicked yet another cigarette butt to join the countless others he had gone through thus far.
At least, he thought himself all by his lonesome out here, not even an uninhabited planet within a single warp away, but a distress beacon proved such a claim false. The reflection of his pale face from the window was blocked by the center screen popping up with coordinates, 'immediate assistance needed' being the generic automated message alongside it. A long sigh escaped him as his options were contemplated. Intrigue aside it would be in his best interest to stay out of anyone's radar, for the beacon's range to ping his comm line at this distance meant that it had to reach others if they were around. The risk might be worth it though, his hulking craft was always in need of parts, and usually he paid through the nose for them through his on call mechanic; Rocket the cunning dealer she was had him by the balls half of the time. Sliding a metal hand across a panel of switches, The Greenhouse hummed to life as a sort of sleep mode was cut short. "Might as well take a peek." An uncertainty in his speech, unaltered without his helm, but all the same a grin crept to his lips and a shine gleamed in sole green eye at the potential for adventure.
At half warp, Zasz reached the site in due course; long range visuals and scans did not pick up another ship besides his own and the distressed craft, but that didn't mean others were not on their way. Better to be paranoid and live than blindly rush in and take a shot to the back.
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