Dark Jedi Pirate Queen
Pirate Queen’s Suite
Grand Daesh Bordello Cantina
Rutian Garter District, Dancer’s Palace Ward
Starweird Queen Shadowport, Syvris
The handsome Rutian eunuch slept in a drunken slumber with his head laid on top of his folded arms. His azure cheeks were flushed with deep purple blushes conjured by the toxins bewitching recipes of Spice and Namana liquor cocktails. Flecks of gilded glitter were infused into the top layers of the blue epidermis about his arms, shoulders, back, and gentle curved lekkus. Their numerous reflections from the neon lights produced a thin halo spectrum of cerulean bronzed color across his body. His lips were painted gold and his lashes colored similarly. Precious aurodium and bronzium alloy bracelets decorated his wrists in bejeweled stacked loops, while thicker circlets encased the base of his lekku at the back of his head. A gold choker swaddled his neck while thin chains draped from the choker over his chest. The thin strands created a metallic lace curtain which barely covered his bare pectorals and abs.
The only obfuscating clothing was a sheer Atrisian silken skirt that was held in place on his waist by a dark leather girdle bodice. The eunuch was a creation of the most famous bordello cantina crime ring in all of the shadowport’s most infamous entertainment ward, the Dancer’s Palace, – the Rutian Garter. Too beautiful to be real, yet very much carefully crafted by the Rutian Matron Crime Bosses. They knew their clients very well. Especially the arch patron of the Rutian Garter’s most luxurious and restrictive bordello cantina, the Grand Daesha - the Pirate Queen of shadowport Starweird Queen herself, Qorzan. The Pantoran-Arkanian had made the establishment her unofficial offices after she completed the coup to retake the shadowport from the conspirators that assassinated her adoptive father, and the previous Pirate King, Nymjak Dread.
The Rutian eunuch hummed some mumbling salacious narration to his dream from his shimmering lips as he slept on Qorzan’s lap. She herself was reclined on a lounge sofa, slouched into the back cushioning with a hand on the eunuch’s tchin. Qorzan traced stroking pets down the lek while she sipped the magenta remnants of her drink from the bottom of a reek horn tankard. The eunuch was her favorite, and she paid a choice premium to just play with him and only him. Other Pirate Lords had entire harems of Rutians or Nautolans. But, Qorzan preferred this singular touch of Passik Anu, or Golden Desire, in basic. He was her calm. The source of her sanguine feint when the rest of her time she spent fluctuating from merciless rouge to the quiet fury of a clandestine queen, like some unstable pulsar. And she would need dear Passik’s tender touch even more, as tonight she had called a Brood to her suite.
Broods. Dangerous gatherings of all the Pirates of the shadowport to hold court with the Pirate King or Queen. They always began with drinking, screwing, fighting, and if things went really well only a few people died, as duels always broke out somewhere. Luckily, the Grand Daesh had a policy of enforcing no weapons. But, there was always a few confident bastards who'd try and sneak a small blaster pistol in. However, it was neither smart nor brave to anger the Crime Matron of the Grand Daesh – Lady Xiaan. Lady Spider, as her name was translated from Twi’leki to Basic, was a retired High Courtesan, and a brutal witch if you managed to make her angry. That’s why Qorzan liked her so much.
Finishing the last sip Qorzan, tossed her tankard onto a pile of emptied chrome bottles. The clattering smash of her tankard disturbed the neat tower of bottles and sent them in a cascading avalanche onto the red durasteel tiled floor. A silver plated human replica spliced protocol droid, with feminine programming, sauntered over and leaned to Qorzan’s ear. Its custom vocalizer whispered an electronically synthesized sultry reply.
“Another round, your majesty?” it said.
Qorzan raised her hand and caressed the protocol droid’s face as if it possessed a plump cheek, before giving the side plating of its face a soft tap of the palm.
“Make it two, XXP0,” Qorzan said.
“I shall have that order soon,” it complied, before strolled out of the suite.
Qorzan looked down at Passik Anu and continued to stroke his lekku. While still peering down at her hedonistic source of pleasure she spoke to the crew of her flagship, who had all been invited to partake in a private debauched binge before the members of the Pirate crime ring that ruled the shadowport, The Hydra Pacthold, arrived.
“I can’t remember the last time the Pacthold had a Brood like this,” Qorzan began, “Just drinks and lovely bodies.”
Her precocious smile died into a dragging frown, “The Blood Feuds have ruined all the fun for some time.”
“How many years has it been? Three? Four?” she asked her second-in-command, Quartermaster Vasil Tieg
“Since my father was killed, its been nothing but Blood Feuds.”
Qorzan’s fingers slid down to the very tip of Passik Anu’s lek and she wrapped her fist around it, giving it a deep squeeze. The tightening made the Rutian flinch and moan, whether in pain or pleasure it was unclear.
“Well, the traitors are all dead. It is just us now. And I plan to break these loot hungry bastards to my machinations soon enough,” threatened Qorzan.
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