Freeze or Burn

[Voices of The Deep]

"Ice runs through my veins. And i welcome it."

What are you doing winter? Why are you here?

Her eyes slowly closed as she inhaled...taking a deep steady breath...then exhaled. Why was she even doing this? It wasn't like her at all.

A few days ago, Winter had received an anonymous message with the Grid coordinates M-12. Now, she could of just brushed this off as nothing but she felt the need to investigate. And if it turned out there was nothing for her in this region of space then she would continue onward to the next location marked.

Because Winter always played a strategic game. And a strategic game meant a game that used all resources available. Leaning forward in her seat as her spacecraft moved through the void the woman looked like a gargoyle, carved all out of stone, immobile, cold. She remembered what it was like before all this...back then she was young, healthy, ambitious. But most importantly - she was naive.

When the ice queen saw naivety, he saw herself and it made her cringe, it made her want to rip, tear and BREAK. Freeze it. Because that was how naivety was taken from her. And every time a sprout of careless hopefulness arose in her heart, someone had made sure to crunch it down, pluck it up. Carefully pull the leaves away leaving just a broken stem. And that is what had saved her in the long run. That was what allowed him to flourish so much here. Maybe thats why she did not participate in in the mundane activities of the everyday, watching youngsters scamper about without a care in the world...oblivious to the dangers constantly around them. Or maybe she wanted to snatch it because it was as close as she could get to having it back herself. Hadn't she been happy once? She wasn't unhappy now, she was just...here. Conquering, piece by piece. Filling in a puzzle.

And as the woman stood calmly in the center of the ship as it continued to fly under the radar...slowly approaching what appeared to be a ship...Winter narrowed her eyes tightly...wondering who lurked within it's depths.


@Huurblugg Pos

 

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[member="Winter Sovereign"]



The old belarus cruiser creaked and croaked from its age, showing it was from a time long before this. It was old, but it had been modified to be a warship of today. Not to say it was built to fight like it's life depended on it, but it wasn't something to be toyed with, its size alone being both tempting and intimidating. As the Queens ship approached, over a dozen Needle fighters launched one by one from the ships hull, and the ship itself began to groan as it turned to face the ship. The needle fighters surrounded the ship and buzzed around it like bees on a beehive, nearly impossible to get a lock on just one of them. The old cruiser and the Needle Fighters charged their weapons, but did not fire, pausing, waiting... it was quiet for a moment.

"Send a message to Lord Pos, a ship approaches us. They aren't heading to the planet, they must be intentionally coming toward us. What should we do?" One of Pos' followers asked him over the comms from the bridge.

Pos was in the entertainment area of of his ship, full of Synthdroids, his slaves, customers and more of his men. He wasn't really partaking in any of the 'special delights,' he had grown tired of them long ago, just staying in there as it was his throne. At the time, however, he was receiving a massage, and dozing every so often. "Lord Pos," one of his Synthdroids spoke up, the one seeming to be his personal assistant and translator, "I do apologize for this interruption, but there is a pressing matter occurring outside the ship."

"Haku doth fa?" Pos asked, moving his head to look at the Synthdroid, sighing as he opened his eyes, his voice deep and old, very exhausted.

"It appears there is a ship approaching us intentionally, I haven't been told of any special markings or logo's, I suppose this means it is independent or Neutral."

Pos opened his eyes wide and shot up from his throne, looking frightened, "Wanta... caiot fa doth? Momeu! Yoieu mah pawa luekiakihei, Jee dayan fa ateema!" Well, shot up, as in using all the strength he had to push himself from laying down as huge as he was, for a moment, everyone felt the ship tip just slightly before quickly balancing back out.

"But Lord Pos, what is w--"

"Ateema! Ateema! Jee katka chayanh mah kae sag biweoo!" Now barking orders instead of looking frantic, he began to roll over onto his back. The Synthdroids and his men looking surprised, and a little scared, as it had been centuries since Lord Pos had got himself up and moved with such speed and strength. Of course, it was still slow, but usually trying to get him on that bed was like watching a snail move its eye stalk. A few Synthdroids quickly rushed to get Lord Pos' Power Chair, and rushed it over to his side. Pos was already half way off the bed as he fell onto the Power Chair, adjusting himself to sit properly. "Mo cay uba ateema, lee chalya bu pankpa clearance bai uemaee cay ten dah bo dee baiahau, toupee hoohah Jee chespo wanta che hoohah. Bolla!"

"Yes, Lord Pos, right away." The Synthdroid began speaking into the comm to contact the bridge. "Give the ship clearance to connect to one of the docks on our Stern, tell them Pos has been waiting, they seem very special to him. Whoever it is, they made him almost literally jump out of bed."


"Got it. Swapping channels. Attention spacecraft approaching our vector, apologies for the threatening display. Lord Pos has been waiting for you. You have clearance to connect to our docking clamp on the Stern. Do play nice." The bridge officer stated, pulling back the Needle Fighters and powering down weapons. There would be a guard and two lovely looking feminine Synthdroids waiting at the docking clamp.

 

[Voices of The Deep]

Those freezing blue eyes danced over the groaning ship as it simply swayed in the empty void of space...the woman narrowing her eyes tightly as the mysterious ship unleashed dozens of little fighter ships that seemed to hoard around Winters own vessel as if she where meddling with the bees nest. Their stingers charged, poised and ready to strike as her ship remained still. The woman's expression remained cold and unchanged as her hand slowly balled up into a tight fist. Was this ship intending to shoot her down? And if so...for what purpose? She doubted she'd be brought out here just to be killed. She had no bounty...had committed little crimes that were undeserved that would invoke this hostile reaction.

So some time passed. Winter remained still and steady, watching the old ship croak and groan with age until suddenly she was contacted. Given permission to board the ship along with an apology for the hostility. The woman scoffed, taking her controls and guiding her ship to the docks...and after everything was set up and she touched down she stood from her seat and headed to the back of the ship. Lowering the door and looking through the ramp and along the inner interior of the ship.

Wasting little time, Winter headed down the ramp and onto the ship. Expecting to meet an escort before she grew impatient and went wandering around the ship. Her wide hips swayed back and forth with each step she took. Strutting onto the ship as her bright eyes wandered over some of the droids stumbling around the docks. Her eyes narrowing into a slight scowl as her head tilted to the side. Looking over a large door which must of been the entrance to the rest of the ship.

[member="Huurblugg Pos"]

 

[Freya Tagge]

[member="Winter Sovereign"]


A guard wielding a blaster rifle forcibly caught the womans attention, not physically, but gave her an order. "Hey, you there! Stop! Slow down, most of the ship is restricted to civilians." The guard said, catching up to the woman. "The Entertainment room is this way, Lord Pos is also in there, waiting for you." Two Synthdroids were with the Guard, and curled up cutely to the Ice Queen, quickly moving over to her. To the Ice Queen, they looked like two nearly naked women, adorned in slave wear. "Hi there!" "How are you?" "Here to see Lord Pos?" "Hehe! He was all excited when he heard about this VIP being nearby." They gossiped as they all escorted the Ice Queen to the Entertainment room. "It's been years and years since we saw him so ecstatic!" "I know, right? He hasn't moved like that in almost a lifetime." "You must be really special, no one has ever gotten his attention like that before!"

The girls giggled, non-stop gossiping about Lord Pos and the woman they were almost on top of, clambering against her and giggling. But as they got to the Entertainment room, it looked like a casual strip club, or dinner room with 'partners,' either way, it was 'classier' than the dirtier joints around the galaxy. "Lord Pos is over there. Keep your weapons stowed unless you want problems." The guard said, walking away, along with the two girls. The room was filled with scantily clad or fancy dressed women who were synthdroids, but like before, the Ice Queen would think they were merely living, breathing, females, of many species. Lord Pos was sitting upright on his Power Chair, waiting expectantly for the individual he was waiting for to arrive as he partook in some of his drinks.

 

[Voices of The Deep]

The abrupt shouting of demands forced the ice queen to look over her shoulder slowly at the guard approaching her with such haste. Her icy gaze looking her up and down for a moment as he explained that his 'lord' was waiting for her in the entertainment area. She narrowed her eyes and scoffed, turning to face the meager man and nodding briefly. "Well then...lead the way." She told him coldly, Watching as the guard simply turned around and began to lead the way through the ship. Winter followed behind; her eyes analyzing the environment around her cautiously.

And when two little...slaves? Seemed to come out of know where and swarm the woman Winters eyes went wide in alarm. Feeling them touch and grab at her arms as if they where escorting her down the red carpet or something. Winter pulled her arms out their grasp and scowled at them. "Don't do that." She warned, not bothering to sugar coat it with pretty words nor long ones. To the point and straight forward was more of her style anyways.

And as she was escorted through the inner workings of the ship. And as the two little slaves chatted and giggled Winter merely rolled her eyes so far it looked like they were looking at her ass. She noted that their 'boss' seemed rather excited to see her however...which was rather amusing all things considered. She had done a lot in her short time in this life but nothing to gain this kind of welcome. It made her wonder what was up...and what she was walking into.


And as she was lead into...what looked like a classy strip club, her expression quickly went from stoic to unamsused. Her eye twitching lightly as she watched the near naked women walking around and dancing...a large hutt up in his throne looking down on her as the guard told her to keep her weapons away unless she wanted problems. She growled, looking at the guard and frowning. "Yes...it would be a shame if i hurt you so soon." She replied, watching as he walked away and shaking her head. Looking up at the Hutt and crossing her arms over her rather large chest and narrowing her eyes at him.

"...Hi." She greeted. Frost in her tone as she tapped her fingers along the leather on her arm. This was the one....who had invited her. She hoped he would explain why before she grew bored.


[member="Huurblugg Pos"]

 

[Freya Tagge]

[member="Winter Sovereign"]


The guard ignored her, not to be someone who was arrogant, but every soldier on the ship, and the ship itself had abilities to paralyze and disarm an individual that wanted to rough house in the presence of Lord Pos. He simply turned to go back on his patrol, leaving the area to continue his job and get paid.

Pos looked up and smiled as he saw the woman entering. Not a childish smile, a devious smile, which was still excited. The hutt raised his hands to clap, "Bu luoleola bahvetken doneha! Mom, dauau, cahwapkeu. Kaa, hee kouoleu... Kouzago-ake vehpobaee bu bekia, mah cahtana banki danko doth dotkola wepta, an mah lumpa dah bu pankpa... Jee cha canta uba nai bai bolla heee. Sonpa uba che baplamka mah kanieh." When he was finished speaking, a less naked, and more clothed, but sultry looking Synthdroid came up beside Pos. To Winter, it just looked like an ordinary human woman, "The mighty Lord Pos expresses his enjoyment of your arrival, and thanks you for accepting his invitation." She bowed to Winter, not stating who she was or anything. "Lord Pos only speaks Huttese, I'll be translating for you."

 

[Voices of The Deep]

Those freezing cold eyes of hers stared directly into the hutts as he suddenly began to speak that gibberish of a language. And as he continued to speak the woman found her patience wearing thin like a frozen lake in early winter. And this hut was trudging all over it...made her wonder how long it would take for the pressure to cave in and swallow the hutt in an cold watery grave.

But maybe she was been narrow minded again. She was drawn out to deep empty space and was on a ship with a hutt and his many female slaves...so perhaps she was slightly on edge. Regardless, she focused on the situation at hand. And as the droid approached her and gave a slight bow, explaining to her what the Hutt had been blabbing, Winter sucked in through her teeth and tsked. "Cut the garbage hun." She quipped, letting her hands fall to her side as she popped out her hip and held a hand on it. "You must want something...i doubt a hutt randomly contacts me, a nobody and invites her to deep space for a chat. Do i look like a hired gun or smuggler? Which begs the question...why? Do you know me from somewhere?" she questioned. Dominance and cold fire in her tone. Eyes flaring with color. "Cause i sure as hell don't know you."

[member="Huurblugg Pos"]

 

[Freya Tagge]

[member="Winter Sovereign"]


Pos opened up with a hearty laughter, "Ua doth bacaka wa kouiohe wogha, doth ua tee, Sylva? Hee kehenbo-ase, Jee nai Meecooda gee uen..." He continued to idly chuckle to himself, occasionally licking his lips.

"Might Lord Pos is simply infatuated with you, my dear. He doesn't want you for anything, well, you may be able to do jobs for him if you ask, and he'll pay you. But for this meeting he only wanted to meet you, and give you gifts before you leave."

"Saleen, Sasha," Pos turned his head only slightly to yell loudly, "yoieu bimay wata. Mee tam chamy doth wata, momeu bimhee." He gave a pleasant groan, turning back to look at the human that stood before him. "Leeah, da doth haku uba doth, mee kantiuka kam mi bimhee, yae!"

Two women scurried over wearing generic civilian clothing, who seemed to have just hopped out of their slave uniforms, still having make up and such all over.

"It seems Lord Pos has an annatural attraction towards you, he finds you like a cold fire, and your insults seem to turn him on. Now... these two are Saleen and Sasha, they are Synthdroids, and they can be customized to your liking, well... to an extent. If you want to change their synthskin to another alien species, you'd have to ask us to model them for you. We usually price that, but I don't think Lord Pos will charge you. Their voices and personalities can be changed, and they have basic knowledge of almost any skill out there. We can also upgrade them, and since their systems are unique, they are much harder to hack. Unlike Human Replica droids."

 

[Voices of The Deep]

Muscles clenched within Winters body as the hutt began to laugh...at what she was not entirely sure but she knew it was unnerving. Honestly she wondered how the hutts had survived this long given how stationary they were...couple of shots with any weapon or a few slashes with a lightsaber and bam, done...and yet these creatures have managed to survive centuries through the underbelly of populated planets and empty space...strippers, exotic pets, and a whole lot of power from seemingly nowhere. Winter may of been born into royalty but she was not raised like one...she 'worked' for her position of power. And still is...she found herself Envious of the hutt...being able to lounge around and watch half naked women dance all day must of been rather luxurious...the thought of purchasing a few men for the same purpose crossed her mind for a moment before making her flinch at the awkward thought.

And as the droid translated the hutts gibberish her cold gaze remained focused on him.

"Might Lord Pos is simply infatuated with you, my dear. He doesn't want you for anything, well, you may be able to do jobs for him if you ask, and he'll pay you. But for this meeting he only wanted to meet you, and give you gifts before you leave."

Winter cocked a brow at this...glancing between the hutt and the translator before pursing her lips. "Ok then...?" Winter replied, unsure if she should feel flattered or freaked out...and thus as a result she felt a mixture of both.

The hutt began to speak again. And the other translated. "It seems Lord Pos has an annatural attraction towards you, he finds you like a cold fire, and your insults seem to turn him on. Now... these two are Saleen and Sasha, they are Synthdroids, and they can be customized to your liking, well... to an extent. If you want to change their synthskin to another alien species, you'd have to ask us to model them for you. We usually price that, but I don't think Lord Pos will charge you. Their voices and personalities can be changed, and they have basic knowledge of almost any skill out there. We can also upgrade them, and since their systems are unique, they are much harder to hack. Unlike Human Replica droids."

Winter just stared at the hutt with a scowl corrupting her features. Was he serious? She was brought all the way out here just to be told some hutt had a hard on for her? A hutt she had never laid eyes on in her life? A growl erupted deep within her chest as a blizzard formed...the force producing a icy mistly-like aura around her as the room suddenly became cold...windows became foggy and around where she stood one could see the metal floor become slightly blue as if someone had poured water onto it and frozen it. The ice queen spoke directly and coldly.

"As ecstatic as i am to hear that you're boss has the hots for me, i hope you understand this was a waste of my valuable time...still, it's rude to turn down the gifts of another. So i will take the droid as a sign of good faith." She growled, clenching her fist. "However...next time, i suggest you send an Email. You will be remembered Pos...for the north never forgets. I have a dept to pay, so should you ever need a favor." She began, lifting her hand and showing two fingers. "You have two...whatever you ask that is not beyond the bounds of reason...a sovereign always repays their debts." She told him firmly...she would repay him. He had two favors or request...one for each droid. Lets hope he did not waste theme as well.

[member="Huurblugg Pos"]

 

[Freya Tagge]

[member="Winter Sovereign"]

As Pos was forced out of his amused state and realized the Ice Queen was becoming enraged, he got his followers attention. "Adtahia uen. Tah doth ba kantiuka nei. Ua doth ata wa lotka, ua caiot tee sakhee mah catabola." His guards came from around the room and aimed electronic weapons at Winter, weapons not designed to kill, but to stun. The ship had internal weapons as well, and even the most powerful of jedi were not immune to such attacks.

"Mighty Lord Pos requests you do not use your powers within his ship, or damage his property. Being invited to Lord Pos' ship gives you access to the restricted list of items that his business sells, and he does not sell poor-grade items."

"Lee chalya uen phabeka an yoieu uen mo mah pankpa whao ua wohot tee uoh mah danag!" Pos spoke up, very upset and stressed now.

"Mighty Lord Pos wishes to give you your final gift, an assortment of credits. It is considered a gesture to try out our products, but you can do with them as you please. Unfortunately, you have upset Mighty Lord Pos, and he demands you leave his ship." It should be noted, Pos' reach isn't limited by this ship, he has an entire clan, and also he is able to reach out to the other Hutt clans. Pos wasn't the type to threaten, he was really the kind that had few tastes that could be pleased, and when he liked something, he liked showing his admiration. But insulting a Hutts kindness was as bad as making an enemy of them.

A Synthdroid approached the group and turned to Winter, holding a case as she reached out, handing the case to her.