Expansion Takes Blood

[Subject 37]

Zeltros
[member="Natalia Thawne"]

"I never really liked this planet." Slevin said as he stepped into the dark room, his lips thinning for a moment as he looked at the man tied to the chair.

There was a knife within his hand, the blade flicking forward slightly as he wiped it clean on his trousers. A frown settled on his lips, a hand reaching up to grasp a small metal chain hanging from the ceiling. He pulled the cord, a lightbub flickering into life just above the two of them.

The room they stood in was rundown and broken, though larger than one might have expected. One could easily fit half a dozen people inside without much of a problem. Water leaked from a pipe to the left of the room, the pain upon the walls had long since peeled away, and the air was stale. No windows decorated the room and the floor looked like someone had taken a sledgehammer to it rather recently. There was a rickety table in the corner of the room, looking like it could barely hold it's own weight.

Slevin glanced around for a moment, spotting a speck of blood that had been left upon the floor.

"I always thought it was a tad...indulgent." He stepped out of the room for a second, coming back a moment later with a chair in tow. He placed it on the ground in front of the other man. "I've always thought that this kind of business."

He waved the knife around, pointing between the two of them and then back towards the outside of the room. "Should be kept in the dark."

Slevin frown for a moment as the man in front of him gave him a look of confusion.

"It's not because I think there's shame in it, I don't." The blade came to a rest upon his knee. "It's others people's shame that makes me form of this opinion."

Slevin slowly leaned back in his chair. "Nobody wants to kill in the sun. Nobody wants to kark a prostitute in the open. Nobody wants to indulge where everyone can see. No. They want to hide it. They want to play in the dark. Where their shame is hidden and no one can judge them."

He gave an amused smile.

"A world like this? Where all you do is out in the open? Well...it'll never realize it's full potential. Not really." He gave the man a disappointed shake of his head.

 

[Noire]

[member="Slevin Thawne"]

Click, click, click, click.

The slow rap of red high heels brought another figure out of the shadows.

"Such a waste." her throaty rasp punctuated through the air, smoke curling from the fullness of those bright crimson lips. A cigarillo lay perched between two fingers, a wisp of white curling upwards. Full hips and breasts swayed under the bright red slink of fabric. A daringly low decollete and an even lower scalloped swath of fabric that bared her back. The inky black tattoo around her neck was a choker, one of many that the woman enjoyed inking upon her skin.

"But that will change, no?" a hand held out the cigarillo over to her beloved, each step providing a tantalizing show of legs as long as the Kessel run. Bright red nails swept over the back of Slevin's chair, leaning forward to run her fingers through Slevin's hair gently.

"We will change that." there was conflict sweeping over the man's harrowed expression. Eyes darting from Slevin to Natalia and then back again.

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Natalia Thawne"]

He offered Natalia not a single word in greeting, didn't need to. The respect, the love, the adoration between the two of them was so great that any word between the two of them would have been a waste. There was no need to say 'hi' or 'hello', not when it was a paltry greeting compared to his tongue in her mouth.

"You're going to help us with that." Slevin said as he shifted the blade slightly, pointing it towards the man who sat before him. For a second Slevin simply watched as fear crossed the mans face, his eyes widening slightly, his pupils shrinking to the size of pinpricks. A small smile touched his lips, his gaze following the mans every motion as he slowly leaned forward in his chair. The smile stayed upon his lips. "Don't worry, I won't kill you."

He motioned to Natalia.

The room that they sat in, the casino that it was attached to, both of them belonged to the man in front of them. His security team had been dispatched, or rather, incapacitated, his daughter, sweet as she was, had been taken, and his wife had meant an end at the end of Natalia's blaster. There was no one that would come looking for him, no one that could rescue him. The Authorities on Zeltros were a joke, and everyone in the room knew it.

"I need something from you first." His smile grew.

Slowly he leaned back in the chair, watching his beloved saunter forward.

 

[Noire]

[member="Slevin Thawne"]

"We need something from you." the purr of Natalia's voice reverberated as the woman came to a halt in front of the bound man. Her cybernetic eye seemed to flash with a glint of emerald light, matching the glimmer of that of the organic. Those crimson tipped nails went reaching out, curving across the thick scruff of the casino owner.

"You'll help us right?" leaning in close from her waist, the blonde's ample decollete bared itself for the man to see. Nails lightly raked white lines across the skin. Not hard enough to cut skin, but enough to be a reminder.

The man's Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes wide. "Shuuushhh... it is okay." Natalia gave him a pat on the cheek.

"You'll benefit from this." a lie that flowed as smoothly as pheromones with Zeltrons. Without further ado, that hand fell flat against his cheek. Ever so slowly her hand went drifting down across his neck.

"Make it worth your while."

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Natalia Thawne"]

He motioned for Natalia to return to him.

"We're reasonable people." Slevin said simply, a small smile creeping on his face.

The words were a lie of course. The two Crime Lords were anything but reasonable. They were greedy, prideful, possessed with an ardent lust for life and love for one another. Rationality had been bred out of them. They had been created to be polar opposites to two of the galaxies greats, and that was what they were. Natalia slowly sauntered away from the man, her fingers rolling over his cheek one last time as she moved with swinging him towards Slevin.

"Your daughter." He began, the mans eyes focused on Natalia's rear. "You love her, yes?"

The man sputtered for a second.

"O-of course."

Slevin didn't continue immediately, his gaze instead shifting to his beloved. An arm slowly wound around her as she found her place by his side. A forceful hand pressed into her side, pulling her onto his lap. He kissed her neck as she landed, his chin resting on his shoulder, his hand sliding to her thigh to position her the way he wanted. The other man's eyes flicked down for a second, then immediately up at Slevin, sticking in place like a magnet. "Do as I say, and I'll make sure she'd treated well."

 

[Noire]

[member="Slevin Thawne"]

Some might say that Slevin treated Natalia as mere property. It was anything but. Oh for the chattel that she collected and gathered for him, yes, they were for her beloved to enjoy as he will. Yet Natalia would always have a special, untouchable place at his side. Slevin could do what he wanted, when he wanted, but Natalia had the freedom of knowing she was above and the sole owner of his heart. No one else was a perfect creation besides the pair after all.

A whisper of fabric followed the throaty chuckle. Natalia's bare Palm coming up along her side to cup Slevin a angular jaw. A flint of silver that twinkled with each punctuated word. The rush coloring the woman's face with anticipation. That poor little man squirmed at the mention of his daughter.

"And such a pretty little daughter. " Natalia agreed, her voice a husky rasp that punctuated the situation.

"W-what do you want?" Wide eyed and growing in conflicting emotion, the casino owner twisted and flexed his bound hands. Seeing him squirm only amused and delighted Natalia.

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Natalia Thawne"]

Fingers gently brushed against metal as he spoke, pressing down ever so slightly as he continued. "Zeltros has two moons."

Everyone and their mother knew that, they also knew that the rocks were lifeless and mostly barren. Nobody cared about a pair of old moons that had never seen a single day of development, not when right besides them there was an entire world devoted to pleasure and sin. Slevin knew this, but unlike everyone else he didn't have a small, bound, mind. No. Where others saw work, he saw opportunity, and nowhere was this more apparent than on the moons of Zeltros.

Others might notice it, but for now he was the only one, him and Natalia.

"You will support our bid to purchase plots of land from the government." His finger slowly pressed again as his other arm slipped around Natalia's stomach. "You will also pay for fourty percent of these purchases."

Slevin went on with a smile.

"I-I...Of course."

"Good." Slevin said with a wide smile. "Then I'm sure your daughter will be safe."

 

[Noire]

[member="Slevin Thawne"]

Pleasure illuminated Natalia's green eyes, the cybernetic one zooming in to read the Casino owner's expressions. Thirty-Nine may not be a Zeltron, but she had an affinity for being able to get a read off sapients. It is what had brought her this far in pushing Slevin and her to the top.

"She will be taken care of, that little beauty." the woman cooed, lifting a knee and swaying it to the side. Eyes darted down then back up. His throat bobbed, and one could tell his weight was shifting in that chair.

A deep breath and Natalia curved her body against Slevin's chest, her spine melting as the blonde woman narrowed her gaze.

"Do well and perhaps you'll be rewarded." a lie, but oh did she enjoy watching them squirm.

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Natalia Thawne"]

He pressed just a little harder. "Lastly."

Slevin began as he grasped Natalia's thigh, stilling her movements.

"There is a man here." There were many men on Zeltros in fact. The planet was a hub for illicit activity of course. The old and the young came here to enjoy themselves. Slevin and Natalia were well aware of that, their informants had long ago told them everything they'd needed to know. "His name is Mr. Geral."

Recognition crossed the other man's features though he said nothing.

Slevin continued as his fingers dug into his beloveds skin. "You will need to kill him."

"I-I can have him taken ca-"

"No." Slevin cut him off. "You will kill him."

The Crime Lord continued with a smile. "Else your daughter will suffer more than just a few seconds short of breath."

 

[Noire]

[member="Slevin Thawne"]

"Tsk, tsk. And we wouldn't want that would we?" Natalia gave a wide grin, nostrils flaring at the joy she was receiving in the situation. The beads of sweat had grown over the other man's face, his expression blanching.

Mr. Geral was quite a powerful man. He was a rival in the Casino world on Zeltros, already pressing feelings and attempting to claim the moons for expansion. They couldn't have that.

It was where Mr. Vies would come in. If he had any desire to ensure his lovely little daughter remained living.

"I want a live show." Natalia came out, breath hitching. body shifting along Slevin's.

"To see it. You can do this for us, no?"

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Natalia Thawne"]

The man stuttered.

Slevin didn't particularly care if the man died in front of him or was shot by a Sniper, but if Natalia wanted to see it, then fine. In truth the entire thing would probably be much easier if they just did it themselves. Geral had enough guards to constitute an army, while their friend here could probably take that, it would be at a massive loss of resources, resources that he and Natalia would later need. For a second he frowned, and then a shrug rolled over his shoulders.

What Natalia wanted, she got.

His finger slowly slid off the metal bead, touching flesh. "Within the week."

"Things need to move quickly now, you understand." They held his daughter, and Slevin would assume that this man would be none too eager to actually get Slevin and Natalia's hands off her. Not that anything he did at this point actually mattered that much concerning her fate. Natalia had already made her claim. "You will begin immediately."

There would be no delays.

"In the meantime, we'll take your presidential suite." They would need somewhere to stay after all.

 

[Noire]

[member="Slevin Thawne"]

The noose would curl a little bit tighter. Just a bit more pressure on his neck. A sharp intake of breath and Natalia brought back her cheek to rub it against Slevin's. The rasp of his beard was a delicious contrast.

"You will also ensure that our every need is met." Natalia would add. He was, after all, a prominent casino owner. Ensuring that Slevin and she had everything they would require in hand was only fitting.

"And do not try to bring us any surprises," her knee swung lightly from side to side, breath catching.

"Wouldn't want us to escalate matters, would you?"

There was much to do. Much to plan. Natalia had the overall idea. She had shared it with Slevin earlier. An image of an entire moon crafted and forged in their image. Here they would be Gods. Here they would expand the vices that the galaxy so chose to indulge in. They would cultivate it. Nurture it.

Profit from it.

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Natalia Thawne"]

There wasn't much else to do or say, Slevin's finger slowly retreated, sliding over Natalia's thigh and up her leg.

With a gentle press he pushed her off her perch on his lap and back to her feet. He wasn't interested in dragging this on all day, especially considering that the faster they did this the faster they would be able to move on ahead with their own plans. He smiled slightly as Natalia stood in front of him, his hand running around her spine for just a moment as he stood besides her, the metal chair that he had been sitting in kicked to the side so it wouldn't get in his way.

"Untie him, my love." They had to release him eventually.

Slevin turned away, not caring to watch.

"Don't worry." He told the man as he began to leave. "We'll take good care of your daughter until you do everything we say."

Extortion, blackmail, whatever you wanted to call it, Slevin and Natalia would do whatever they wanted whenever they wanted.