A New Hand on the Chain (Nickolas Imura)

[Morgana Forceborn]

The violent tugs forward were enough of an indication to Aida not to mess around with her new owner. She kept her pace and hurried as much as possible while reflecting on the fact that she was his now. It wasn’t exactly ideal but, given the conditions and all, she was better off than most. Still a slave was still a slave nonetheless. She did, however, realize how powerful he was when the luxury speeder had arrived. Not only conventional power but wealth as well. That was clear enough when he threw away 2 million credits on her, but this was an even clearer sign.

When he pulled her forward Aida stumbled a bit, catching herself on the speeder itself. After that she fixed herself to get in before he did. Given the position her right arm was strung over her chest before he got in and closed the door. Obviously his would arm connected would be in the same position but he likely didn’t care. Once they were off Aida didn’t say a word.

[member="Nickolas Imura"]

 

[Garza]

With her in the awkward position, it was ending to be where my arm was directly across her chest. I won't lie, I didn't mind it, And I could very easily feel the heat of her body through the ripped clothing. This would be the best chance as any to change that. Reaching forward with my right hand, I grabbed a lock box. After a second of my hand on top of it, a click sound left it, and inside was a key. Taking the key, I unlocked the cuffs around myself, and her. Putting them both away for the time being.

"Get undressed."

it was a command. Not a favor. Nor was I asking her. I wanted to see her so I could tell if there were any scars or markings I should know about. In both her real form, and this one. Which seemed to be the one she liked the most. I would keep track of the markings to make sure if she escaped, that there was a record of it somewhere. Yes she could change shape, but one mishap, and it was over for her.

"Real body or form. And when I tell you to, you can change back to how you like."

[member="Aida"]

 

[Morgana Forceborn]

Aida watched carefully as Imura had reached over to the lockbox. At first she feared it would be something that would cause pain, another threat from him to make sure she stayed in line, but then when it was revealed as the key to the cuffs she relaxed a little. Once her wrist was free she rubbed it, seeing a few marks from the strain on her.

His command for her to undress made her heart sink. She looked over to him, seeing how serious he was, and almost opted to disagree. But knowing what would come she knew she didn’t have a choice. And then, when he added that he wanted to see her real form she felt even more ashamed. She never liked showing what she really was, always fearing people’s reactions.

First she’d dropped her disguise, reverting to her true Clawdite form. The reptilian pale green skin had shown first before moving up her body to show her sunken in cheeks and wide yellow eyes. After that she slowly did away with each piece of clothing until she was down to nothing. Out of instinct her hands went to cover the more private areas while she huddled into the corner of her seat. Either from the fear or cold she was shaking like a leaf now.

[member="Nickolas Imura"]

 

[Garza]

Reluctantly she did what I said. Changing into her real form of being. To that I liked to look a the naked body of a Clawdite would be a bold face lie. Their bodies were not really the top of the beauty list. However, them changing into just about any humanoid form they wish made it okay. She hunkered up in the corner trying to hide herself. Even more so, she covered her more private parts. Reaching over, I pulled her hands away to make note of everything. Even the smallest of details can be the difference of having a hold on her.

I let go of her arms and then nodded my head once. "As you were." Meaning to go back to her human looking form. I would wait for her to do as I asked. Or wait for a different time when I would just do this process all over again. The more she would resist, the harder I would push.

As I said, I never lose.

[member="Aida"]

 

[Morgana Forceborn]

Upon examining her [member="Nickolas Imura"] wouldn’t see any real scarring or the like. She had a few bruises here-and-there but that had been more from the slavers manhandling her than anything else. They were nothing serious. Once he’d given his word she changed back into the human form she preferred, for personal reasons. She noted how he didn’t say she could dress again, meaning she didn’t know what to do. But out of instinct she reached down for her clothes and only pulled them over her chest to cover everything.

 

[Garza]

No scarring, no marks other than a bruising or two. After looking her over her human form once again, I can't lie and say that she was bad looking. She looked rather well, fit, and beautiful in some men's standards. However, For me, she was just a woman I was trying to inspect. She tried to cover herself up to be modest. I commended her for trying to not look like a whore. However, I reached around to the front and grabbed some clothes. Surprisingly they were women's clothes. The not so surprising part is that they were an old set of clothes my lover had.

Handing them too her, they very much looked like someone just walked out of a Rock band concert with all new merc. Nonetheless, I sat them down in front of her.

"You may get dressed. The rags you have currently won't be suitable to work for me. And until you prove how well you can work, these are the one of three pairs of clothes I will give you. Understood?"

If she didn't I can explain, it would really just be some bullshit attempt to get her to work harder to earn what she wants. Either way, She was lucky I even gave her clothes, and all this freedom, Most would have just been naked day in and day out to be "available" for the Master's crew, or the Master himself.

[member="Aida"]

 

[Morgana Forceborn]

Aida looked away as Imura examined her again. She felt like some sort of sexual animal to be stared at for the sake of her master’s own desires. She felt dirty. But she did or said nothing against him, not after all the threats laid out. Instead she was quiet until he held out a new set of clothing for her.

They looked like what he’d expect her to wear. Black, leather, almost as if someone had come from a rock band concert. She did wonder why he had these already but, after hearing him tell her to put it on, she didn’t want to know. She only gave another “Yes, sir.” Before reaching down and putting each piece on.

After she was done she did feel a little better that she was clothed again, but still didn’t feel right. She had a feeling these used to belong to someone else. Even if they didn’t she still felt wrong about it since there were the clothes he wanted her to wear.

[member="Nickolas Imura"] (Couldn't tell if the outfit was reveling or not, so didn't write it in lol)

 

[Garza]

After she had put the clothes on, The band t-shirt was filled in nicely. A little cleavage was showing, but not much. Pant's were made of leather, hugging her form nicely, but nothing too extreme. As well, the shoes were more so boots. Steel toed to provide some protection. She sat there staring at me, most likely wondering how I had women's clothing, and why I gave these ones to her. I shook my head and began to pay attention to my golden gauntlet on my left hand.

Taking off the straps that held the armor in place, sliding them off my fingers before seeing my fingers within a glove. I too began to take that off by undoing the cords that were on the inside of my arm. Once I had slipped it off, She could now see how my arm had a black hide. Thick black mixed with red almost as though my arm was made from a volcano. Purple traces of lines ran through my arm. Indicating different veins that ran within my arm. my clawed fingers clenching and unclenching. Wearing that armor all the time made my hands ache. But it was worth it.

"I was not a typical slave. More like a Lab rat. I was infected with various Sith poisons and with Sith Alchemy fused into my body. My arm was replaced with various hides to try and turn me into a war beast. However I escaped. I fought for my freedom. Since then, I have worked every day of my life."

I let my hand rest and I grabbed a bottle of whiskey and poured a glass for myself. My metabolism was very high so even if I drank a bottle of this, I wouldn't even get a buzz. I just like the burning in my throat.

"Listen up, because I will only say it once."

I took a sip. Letting the alcohol burn on it's way down. The sweet nectar of life, Liquid courage, whatever you wanted to call this, I drank it all the time simply because it was good. And I enjoyed it.

"Stand for something, or you will fall for anything."

[member="Aida"]

 

[Morgana Forceborn]

Aide didn’t look back to him until she could hear [member="Nickolas Imura"] undoing the straps to his gauntlet. She didn’t fully realize until now how the gauntlet was the one piece of clothing that stuck out the most on his attire. She thought, perhaps, it was just something he liked and used it to help show off how rich he was. However, once she saw the real reason, it was clear there was a dark darker secret that it hid.

Looking at the deformed arm while hearing his story Aida could now understand how Imura had become the man he was. She kept looking at it even as he spoke to her, fixated on how dark and foreboding it looked. She feared the touch of it would burn or drain away at her life or some other horrible side-effect. Watching as he grabbed the whiskey it was clear it didn’t effect inanimate things, but that didn’t account for the animate like her.

It wasn’t until he said “stand for something or fall for anything” that she looked back his eyes. She didn’t fully understand it now but in time she believed she would. Perhaps if she learned anymore about Imura and the ordeals he went through as an experiment. For now she only nodded at his words before looking back and away, towards the window and the view outside.

 

[Garza]

Silence was met with my words.

I had expected it. As continued, it was met with the silence the rest of the ride there. Just the sounds of me sipping my drink, the speeders we passed by, and the breathing from the three people here. Aida, The driver, and myself. Taking a moment to rest, I sipped on my whiskey. Wondering what in the world was she thinking about. Eventually we stopped.

I did not exit, Instead I reached over with my right hand, The normal looking one, and touched her shoulder,

"Follow me, Do not say a word to my men if they ask or make comments of you. I will deal with them."

Waving my hand, the door opened on my side. I stepped out and reached inside with my left hand to "aid" the woman to stand up. If she took it or not, I didn't care. Once she was outside of the vehicle I began to walk towards Angel. A Tikulini-Class Transport vessel. A beauty as it was named after the giant worm beast that could take hits like an anvil. The same was with this ship. Powerful and strong. I loved it.

Walking towards the main ramp. My men looked at me, and the female behind. A few tried to make comments, but a quick look at them was a sign that I would not be happy if they continued.

[member="Aida"]

 

[Morgana Forceborn]

As the speeder came to a halt Aida looked around, trying to see where exactly they were. She then felt his hand on her shoulder before going tense and looking at him. As he explained about his men she only nodded again, obviously not wanting to be some sort of used toy for them to have their time with.

Once she stepped out she took the hand offered by [member="Nickolas Imura"] to help her fully out on her feet. Looking at the ship itself she was amazed at how big it was. It reminded her of the slave ship, and half the other ships she’d seen in her life. So big on the outside yet inside they were like a lot bigger than they appeared. As she followed Imura she could already see the men looking ready to try something but a quick look from their master kept them quiet. At least, for Aida’s sake, he was looking out for her.

 

[Garza]

Once more I was met with silence. We continued to walk on as though nothing was happening. Walking up the ramp, my foot falls sounded much louder as 1) it was open and "hollow" causing echoes, 2) I was a full grown man. 3) I was wearing boots which are harder and more durable. Meaning they naturally have a clop sound when hitting the ground. It was so loud that I could barely hear Aida's foot steps behind me. She didn't have the cuffs on her, so it was a sign that I could trust her to an extent.

After walking in, I moved into an elevator with her. Hitting the third floor, it took only a few seconds The place looked rather clean for a bunch of men all in once place. All of the inside was a black iron with accents of brown, red, and a deep purple. Some silver here or there along the halls. And at the very end was a ramp. Continuing to walk on, we went up the said ramp into the housing quarters. Picking a room that was empty, She would be housed with the other six slaves that would soon be coming. Walking in, I motioned for her to sit in one of the chairs inside the room.

taking a seat myself, I looked at her.

"You are my personal slave. You work only for me. The other slaves will be stuck with the rest of the crew. You have the availability to come into my offices, and my personal quarters, however, no one may be allowed to enter without my permission. You may stay here and prepare yourself to meet the other ladies, or you may come with me. The choice is yours."

With how I acted towards her earlier, I gave her a choice to come with me or stay. I would not demand that much of her, I will give her choices. And more will come the more I can trust her and believe that she is earing her freedom. until then, she will do what I command.

[member="Aida"]

 

[Morgana Forceborn]

She continued to follow him up and into the ship as she kept looking around. Aida was surprised with how larger it seemed on the inside, as she thought before. It was always the case with ships like this. She didn’t say anything, however, and only kept up with him as they went further in and up the ramps until reaching the elevator. Once they were off and on their way up to the third floor she still remained quiet while glancing about to the door, to the counting number and even to [member="Nickolas Imura"] .

When they reached the end she followed him into the room where apparently she and other slaves were going to be kept. She sat down when he offered and looked to him as he told how she was his personal slave but any other girls he brought in were the crew’s. She was both relieved and yet upset about this news. While she was glad she would only have to deal with Imura the others girls were going to be used by the crew, the same men Imura had warned her about before. She didn’t want to admit she was glad she wasn’t in that position but she still felt bad for it. Did that make her head girl or something? She really didn’t know.

When the choice came up she answered “I’d prefer to wait for the others…sir.”

 

[Garza]

With the woman's answer, I nodded my head. She would stay here. Standing up I spoke just a second more,

"We will be leaving within the hour."

Walking out of the room, I saw no other need to speak. As I opened the door, one of the men were about to open it themselves, and behind him were six more slaves. Changed into clothes. Each varying from slacks and a shirt, to a nice looking blouse and pants. The guard moved out of my way and pushed a few of the slaves out of my way. Instead of barking at the women, I got in the man's face. Remembering his name as Grad,

"Treat them with respect. Just because they are slaves, does not mean they aren't capable of slitting your throat as you sleep."

My voice was calm, but the words carried fire into the man's veins. He realized what he did, and simply motioned for the girls to move over. I nodded my head to him, and then left. making my way towards my own room. And maybe enjoy a bottle of whiskey.

[member="Aida"]

 

[Morgana Forceborn]

Given the news of leaving soon Aida sighed and nodded. She only sat and waited until she could already see the six other girls being brought in. Already the guilty feeling was growing in her gut. She knew what they were in for and what she was being protected from, it didn’t make her feel any better to know what sort of hell these girls would be put through. Some humans, a twi’lek, a togorian, and even a dathmorian. All ranging in species as they did in clothing.

Aida had looked up when [member="Nickolas Imura"] had given his little threat to the crewmember who pushed the slave girls in. At least it was nice of him to say, but even Aida knew it didn’t matter. He couldn’t stop all the transgressions they’d pull on the girls. Instead all Aida could do was help them in and get them seated while trying to comfort them about what they were in for.