Red Ravens Dominion of Syvris

[Armand Temi]

Maybe the Mistress didn't need to take the half-Chiss's weapons after all. He dug the rocks out of that spice jar as if his life depended on it. Once he had gone through the ritual of preparing and ingesting the glitterstim, the Mistress joined him on the couch. She sat up very straight and with an incredibly tender touch pushed the hair from Sage's eyes. She folded her hands in her lap.

"Oh great," she said. "More high profile clients." She wasn't sure if he was lucid enough to detect her sarcasm. "That's cute." She drummed her long black nails against the glass coffee table, her eyes narrowing into slits. "But Mistress Malkite doesn't really need any more clients right now." As Sage sunk further into the couch, the Mistress leaned over and from an end table drew out a black leather clutch and a short riding crop. She set the clutch down on the coffee table.

Thwack!

She hit the riding crop against her own palm.

"Mistress Malkite is however interested in your brother making an investment in my business. I already have something in mind for the first deposit," she said, looking at him with piercing blue-steel eyes.

[member="Sage Bane"]

 

[Sage Bane]

In his glit-bit, karked up state, Sage merely scratched his head as he listened to the angel speak. She was so sweet to let him take a little glitterstim nap on her couch and just forget all about his brother, and boring business deals, and the fact that he'd just been dumped by his boyfriend. When she reached her hand out to tuck a bit of hair behind his ear, and it felt like a feather. Like a feather from an angel's wing. What a benevolent creature. The glitterstim still crackling underneath his tongue, he giggled. Did she just call him "cute?" What a nice angel lady with hair like threads of gold.

He was really, really fraking high off that Wonderland glitterstim.

When she slapped the riding crop against her palm, it startled him and Sage straightened his posture, his brown eyes flashing to red and then back again. His eyes narrowed in confusion. Wait, what the frell was she doing with that thing? The way she was looking at him was...not angelic at all. He started to slink back on the couch in an attempt to sink into the seam between the cushions. His body screamed out at him to bolt, but his arms and legs felt like durasteel pipes. He wasn't going anywhere until he came down.

[member="Mistress Malkite"]

 

[Armand Temi]

Oh dear the half-Chiss was truly karked out of his gourd, thought Mistress Malkite. She gazed over at the black leather clutch on the table between them. Maybe she wouldn't even need to use her pretty poisons.

She looked back at Sage Bane, who weaved around the couch, looking like he wanted to get up but couldn't. But one could never tell with glitterstim addicts. He could be nodding off one moment and then finding his legs again and bolting out the door the next. Mistress Malkite smirked, relishing the discomfort of Mr. Bane. She opened the leather clutch and drew out a long syringe. Then she put it on the coffee table next to the clutch. She crossed her long nylon sheathed legs and put one finger to Mr. Bane's lips as if to quiet him. If Sage looked closely at her skin he would see it was pristine and unblemished with no trace of cellulite. The only scars he would be able to see were small puncture marks, the product of endless youth serum injections. She didn't do anything with the syringe on the table, leaving it there to let a little fear build up in the half-Chiss. Unless he was too high to feel fear.

Mistress Malkite rose and opened up two black cabinet doors that were set into the wall. Sage would notice a small Holounit with a camera and receiving equipment. The dominatrix drew out the portable unit and brought it over to Sage. She sat it on his lap and said, "Call your brother." She gritted her teeth and said, "NOW."

[member="Sage Bane"]

 

[Erud'ryz'ladre]

[SIZE=medium]As much as she hated it, it was necessary for Dryzl to cling to the Rancor or otherwise fall out of the speeder, not only damaging herself but also leaving Mr. Bane wide open for a possible attack. She tried to breathe in and out slowly, but that soon proved to be largely ineffective. It was decided – this was possibly the worst job the Chiss had ever done, even worse than watching over bored, spoiled children, and it was only her first day! [/SIZE]

[SIZE=medium]It only got worse when the Rancor apparently decided that the only way Erud’ryz’ladre should enter the club was with her head down and her posterior up. Even better, the wind from their breakneck speed shook the Chiss’s bun loose, and her face was now covered in a blanket of her own hair, further injuring her visual on her employer – who seemed to be enjoying the much more comfortable position of sitting on the big man’s shoulder. Of course, she thought bitterly. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=medium]Legs locked straight and fingers digging into the drug lord’s back, the woman struggled to hold her head up, angrily blowing strands of hair from her face. The Chiss Academy certainly hadn’t trained her for this. At Mr. Bane’s muttered apology, Dryzl whipped her head over to look at the other Chiss. “Morco k'ir sasco tah k'isir nah tan ch'at cser ch'ah ch'at tet, ch'auh cseah csarcican't cart tta rin'hzaslu'ibi, ren'mus,” she snapped. It was highly uncharacteristic for the young woman to snap at her employers; make cold, snide comments? Yes. But actually snap at them? Not normally. But then, this wasn’t a normal situation, was it?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=medium][member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Red Ravens Storyteller"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=medium]((Why do I get the feeling you're enjoying this too much? ))[/SIZE]

 

[Sage Bane]

Sage's eyes widened as he watched the syringe emerge from Mistress Malkite's black leather handbag. The half-Chiss didn't like this development. Not one bit. But the Dredd glitterstim was having its way with his nervous system, and although he wanted to move, his arms and legs rebelled. As she raised a long fingernail to his lips, Sage melted down into the couch. His dilated pupils moved along with the Mistress as she made her way to a cabinet, took out a Holo receiver of some sort, and bossily commanded him to call his brother. There was just one problem. Cryax was currently meeting with drug lords on Syvris so it wasn't like he was lounging in his office eating fodu noodles. Still, as his eyes flickered to the syringe, he thought he should make the call.

"My brother's on a special mission, pateesa. He probably won't answer the call, but as you wish," said Sage, hoisting himself upright, a task which took a massive amount of concentration. He let his thin hands play over the keys of the device and smiled at the Mistress as the call was sent. A few minutes later, no answer from the Chiss. A small bead of sweat broke out on Sage's face and dripped down the craggy skin of his cheek, his young skin ruined by spice addiction.

"Sorry, Mistress. Nobody home," he let out a nervous giggle and shrugged. Then using his hands to launch himself unsteadily off the couch, Sage began to make his way to the exit of the Pain Parlour, his legs as shaky as a newborn gazelle. "I'm afraid I need to take my leave, leeah. My brother will be following up with you soon. If I could just have my weapons, I'll be on my way."

[member="Mistress Malkite"]

 

[Armand Temi]

"I wonder what would make your brother answer," said Mistress Malkite. "Just how much trouble do you have to be in before he pays attention, Mr. Bane? He is your brother after all."

And like a marsh spider she was fast upon Sage Bane all long legs and arms, pulling him back to the leather couch. She grappled with him until she was able to pin him down with her knees. She arched her back and twisted around to grab the syringe off of the glass coffee table. How The Mistress loved the struggle! She could just wrestle with Sage Bane all night especially since the large amount of glitterstim in his bloodstream was the biggest barrier to him getting up again. Even adrenaline which was probably coursing through his veins would not combat the amount of the drug he'd ingested.

Mistress Malkite sat on squarely on Sage Bane's lap and squeezed his torso with her muscular legs to keep him still.

"This," Mistress Malkite explained as she held up the syringe and squirted a bit of liquid into the air, "Is Crystal Snake venom. It will make you fall into a deep sleep." She smirked. "I'm not really sure what it does when mixed with glitterstim." The Mistress shrugged and then suddenly gave Bane an open-handed slap across the face.

"Do you want me to use this on you or would you like to come with me willingly? I only want to make sure your brother starts paying more attention to you," she said, her legs around his thin waist like a vice grip, her hands pushing down on his chest to keep him stationary.

[member="Sage Bane"]

 

[Sage Bane]

When the Mistress karking attacked him albeit not out of the blue, Sage did what he'd done many times in the past when apprehended by authorities or rounded up in drug busts. He went completely limp. Even though there was a warrior hiding underneath all the bad skin and substance abuse, with all the glitterstim he'd taken, fighting was impossible. As she waved a syringe around, she told him that it would make him fall into a deep sleep. He had a ridiculously bitchy woman painfully squeezing his torso with his arms pinned down to his sides, and the glitterstim was starting to make his teeth grind together in an annoying way. Drifting off into dreamland sounded pretty good right about now. Then...WHAP! She slapped him in the face.

"Ow!" he exclaimed, his face full of confusion. "I'm not sure what you expect, Malkite. My brother is karking busy is all." Then his eyes narrowed in anger. "I can't justify interrupting his meeting with a Sith Lord so that he can chit chat with some bondage tasueziuena on a dirtball in Hutt Space." A second later it dawned on him that he had chosen his words very badly. He would have clapped his mouth shut if his hands hadn't been restrained. Sage's brown eyes darted around anxiously as he let out a large audible gulp. "Where are we going anyway?"

[member="Mistress Malkite"]

 

[Armand Temi]

"Your insults don't bother me, Mr. Bane. In fact, it takes a lot of hurt me." And Mistress Malkite was right since she was about 75% bio-implants and regenerative Abyssin cells. Whatever true human flesh was still remaining under the Mistress's skin had been prodded, pulled and spliced with so much other bio-matter that her nerves endings were not as sensitive to pain. Still holding the syringe, she grabbed Sage by the collar and hauled his limp body up to his feet. The Mistress was svelte but surprisingly strong. "I've forgotten my manners," she said, forcing him with her body towards the back of the Pain Parlor. "I never did give you a tour of my facilities." As they skidded past the first door, the Mistress still tugging the half-Chiss along, Sage would see a padded room with all sorts of torture-for-fun devices, chains hanging from the walls, a cage in the corner. But nothing completely out of the ordinary given that Mistress Malkite was a dominatrix. The first room in the Pain Parlor was straight out of the bondage playbook.

[member="Sage Bane"]

 

[Sage Bane]

Just like that, Sage was being hauled up to his feet and dragged around the place by the collar of his shirt. "I'm not sure I need a tour of the facilities, 'Maam," protested the young addict as he was pushed and pulled down the corridor like a stubborn mule. As they passed the first room on his grand tour, Sage did not like what he saw. At all. The chains, the cage, the torture thingamajigs. It reminded him all too much of his days as a slave on Nal Hutta. How folks actually liked this sort of thing was beyond him.

The Chiss hybrid continued to balk as he was pushed further down the dark hallway by the Mistress. Suddenly, his fight or flight response finally overrode the effects of the Dredd glitterstim and Sage lashed out. He turned into a furious wildcat: kicking, scratching, biting, and punching at Mistress Malkite in a desperate attempt to get the kark out of the Pain Parlour. He would be damned if he let himself be collared and sold to slavers again. Anguished wails resonated from the one of the other rooms, and the sounds sparked a fresh wave of resistance in the half-Chiss. Reaching out to grab a fistfull of the Mistress's hair with both hands, he attempted to fling her across the hallway so that he could run.

[member="Mistress Malkite"]

 

[Armand Temi]

Mistress Malkite could feel the fear emanating off of the half-Chiss like a radio signal. But then he snapped and began to attack her. When he grabbed her hair she let out a furious howl and clawed at him in order to have him let go. The syringe dropped on the floor as the Mistress struggled to drag Bane backwards into the bowels of the Pain Parlor. Luckily the Mistress had a pretty good track record in subduing men and she went right for the low-blow as it were, kneeing the young addict in the groin.

When he doubled over in pain, Mistress Malkite dove for the syringe which lay on the floor at his feet. She stabbed him in the first available piece of flesh which happened to be a calf muscle. She pushed only half of the syringe into him as she needed her kidnapping victim to be alive. She was truly unsure of how the venom would react with Bane so packed full of glitterstim. To a normal human or near-human the crystal snake venom she injected him with what put him to sleep for roughly one hour and the effects would be felt right away. She didn't think Bane would make it to the door, but she yelled out for Poppy to come up from whatever room she was in and help her get the half-Chiss situated so she could make another call to [member="Cryax Bane"].

[member="Sage Bane"]

 

[Armand Temi]

Sage Bane would be awoken by pain. A dull pain at first, enough to bring him back to the waking world. The pain would increase as the half-Chiss emerged from his tired and groggy state.
Then he when he came to enough of his senses, he would realize he was upside down. His arms and legs would be fully restrained by bands of living matter and electrochemical receptors. And he would also feel whatever was keeping him in bondage was fully alive and trying to communicate with him. Sage would not be clothed but the bands covered his chest, stomach, groin and upper thighs. By now the pain was constant and consisted of a combination of electric shocks and small thorns which grew out of the creature's restraint bands. The thorns pierced his flesh and then would recede but would then grow back and pierce again in a rhythmic, never-ending fashion. The entire organic device he was strapped into undulated around him but with every movement came a fresh wave of pain for the addict.

"Oh you're awake," said Mistress Malkite. "Good, say cheese." She snapped a holo of Sage Bane as he hung there upside down. "You are one lucky boy," the Mistress said. "If you didn't have so much glitterstim still in your system, you would be feeling much more uncomfortable." She smirked, went over to where he dangled and inspected him closely as if she was making sure the bonds were nice and tight but she didn't touch him. The Mistress was still wearing her leather ensemble but Sage could see fresh scratches on her pale skin from their earlier scuffle.

Then she went to the doorway and looked back at the half-Chiss. "I hope you enjoy the Embrace of Pain. It's one of my favorite Vong toys. An absolute queen to feed though. Oh and just remember one more thing. The Mistress Malkite doesn't believe in safe words."

She left Mr. Bane to hang there in pure agony, blood continually rushing to his head, and went to her office to send a slicer who was on her payroll the holo of Mr. Bane. The slicer would then send an encrypted message to the powerful crime leader along with the following message:

Cryax, I have your brother.
Send 50,000 credits to the following secure Bank of Aargau account: #98343974034343
Once the credits are deposited, I will be in touch.
**Message will auto-delete from server in 5 minutes**

Then the Mistress sat back in her black leather office chair, put her feet up on her desk and waited to hear back from the infamous Cryax Bane.

[member="Sage Bane"]
[member="Cryax Bane"]

 

[Armand Temi]

Man, this Pinkport holo arcade had all the latest games! For being such a sad little rock in the middle of nowhere, Syvris still had its surprises. Dak had spent the last hour playing Stormtrooper Showdown, Maximum Mandos and Droid Dance Revolution. She was having so much fun she had kind of forgotten all about Sage Bane.

You know what thought? Bork him, she thought. She saw the way he looked at her when the Mistress came out of the Pain Parlor. He couldn't wait for her to leave them alone. He was probably sitting around her living room, smoking death sticks and getting a good 'ole fashioned spanking from the Mistress while she was meant to just wait around for him to finish making whatever deal he was doing for his brother. Dak needed some fun too and oh look at that, this place has Clone Colony, she thought. She'd never tried that one before. She would put a few more credits into a couple of games, maybe five tops and then would head back to the Pain Parlor to see if Bane's arrangement with the Mistress had finished.

[member="Sage Bane"]
[member="Mistress Malkite"]

 

[Cryax Bane]

From his perch on the Rancor's shoulder, Cryax heard his Datalogger pinging. Kark it all to hell, he was getting an encrypted message. His curiosity got the better of him and he took a look:

Cryax, I have your brother.
Send 50,000 credits to the following secure Bank of Aargau account: #98343974034343
Once the credits are deposited, I will be in touch.
**Message will auto-delete from server in 5 minutes**

"Karking Sage," he hissed. The Chiss tapped on Alejandro's rock hard shoulder. He needed to deal with his brother's mess. The Rancor would have to wait. "Hey baby," he said to Alejandro, squirming on his shoulder. "Can you put me down here in front of the club? You can go on in and start without me if you'd like. I like my men good and drunk before I have my way with them." He then ran a finger seductively down the Rancor's bare chest which seemed to be covered in a slick patina of body oil.

The Rancor huffed and hoisted the Chiss down off his shoulder. Cryax gave the drug lord an apologetic look and attacked his Datalogger like a demon. Unfortunately the security safeguards of Syvris's Holonet were woefully underprepared for a slicer of Cryax's caliber. After cross-referencing the credit account number with the broken encryption of the message before it self-deleted, the Chiss slicer was able to find out where the message originated from: Mistress Malkite of the Pain Parlour. Narrowing his glowing red eyes, he promptly Holo called her on her private number...

[member="Mistress Malkite"] [member="Erud'ryz'ladre"] [member="Red Ravens Storyteller"]

 

[Red Ravens Storyteller]

The Rancors Den

"Every serving of the Rancor be supersized."

Was the casually cocky response as he continued towards the Den with his Chiss passengers. Alejandro was a bit put out when Cryax asked to be put down, but he obliged. Whifting Dryzl, he let her slide down until her waist was level with his before he caught her again, grinning down at her.

"I suppose B.B. want's to stay with her brother hey? Who's Sage, you got another sister? She can come play too."

[member="Erud'ryz'ladre"] [member="Cryax Bane"]

 

[Red Ravens Storyteller]

The Pinkport

"Ah, though I would fight for your honour my fair lady, unless forced I am a lover not a fighter. Bejo Thelcar, at your service. And yes, perhaps you will still see me in.. action."

The Zeltron met her eyes suggestively, defensiveness gone as soon as the other male left, his attention once more firmly on [member="Keira Ticon"]. He actually managed to half bow at the waist when he introduced himself, all without surrendering her hand.

"My defences are as naught before your beauty, ask and I will tell, any secrets of yours will be treasured and kept close to my heart."

The Zeltron was on firmer ground now, flowery words and promises and gallantry, and then he got paid. That was how it worked.

 

[Armand Temi]

Mistress Malkite saw an unknown number flash up on her Holo. Well it couldn't be Cryax Bane because he wasn't following her instructions. And the Mistress wasn't used to men not following her instructions. On her datapad, she checked the secure bank account just in case. Not a single credit yet. And if he had found her private number, he was a better slicer than she had thought. She reluctantly answered the call.

"Hello?"

[member="Cryax Bane"]

 

[Cryax Bane]

When the Rancor asked him about Sage, Cryax smiled. "Er, Sage is my half-brother actually. And yes, he can come play, too." He could come play if he didn't get his drug-added ass kidnapped, that is. Cryax's rage boiled up inside him. He wasn't sure who he was more angry with, this Mistress Malkite person for trying to extort him, or Sage for allowing himself to get nabbed like a bunny rabbit in a hunter's trap. Sage was so fired after this.

When Mistress Malkite picked up the line, she would see a Holo of Cryax Bane standing in front of the entrance of what was obviously the Rancor's Den, arms crossed, a death glare in his gaze. "Good evening. Mistress Malkite, I presume? I understand that you have my brother and that you want some credits for his return. Believe me, 50,000 credits are too much for his skin. Do you realize exactly who you're trying to extort here? And what I could do to you for pulling this little stunt?" He raised an eyebrow at the Mistress. His plan was to ultimately pay the ransom for Sage, but as a notorious crime boss, it was par for the course to intimidate the Mistress as much as he could. Respect in the Outer Rim and Wildspace was worth more than credits in the long run.

[member="Mistress Malkite"] [member="Red Ravens Storyteller"] [member="Erud'ryz'ladre"]

 

[Armand Temi]

Mistress Malkite smirked when she saw that Cryax Bane was on the other end of the line. The Mistress's Holo would show her sitting up straight with her legs crossed in her office chair. Behind her were abstract paintings in red and black. The Chiss would see she was wearing the same leather two-piece costume she had on when she had wrangled Sage Bane into the Embrace of Pain. She also had her leather riding crop out again and was stroking the end of it.

"You found me, Mr. Bane. That was quite impressive but I've heard a lot about your skills from the HoloNews. You seem to be a popular subject for the paparazzi." She looked off in the distance momentarily as if listening for something. She looked back at the camera. "Sorry, I thought I heard your brother screaming. If we wait long enough we'll be able to hear it." She traced a pattern on her desk with the riding crop. "Did you like the holo I sent you of him?"

[member="Cryax Bane"]

 

[Cryax Bane]

When Mistress Malkite mentioned the paparrazi, Cryax twitched. The karking paparazzi had the bad habit of using every single awful Holopic they could snap for any news story or gossip piece about the Chiss. He was seriously thinking about murdering the lot of them, but ended up considering it a waste of resources in the long run. They could shoot all the unflattering pictures they wanted. They were bugs under his feet. Then the Mistress mentioned a Holo? Oh the Holo that he had forgotten to detach from the message! Cryax whipped his head down to look at his Datapad and hit "open."

There was Sage, at the Pain Parlour, hanging upside-karking-down in some kind of Vong tentacled monstrosity, and he was screaming bloody murder. Momentarily nauseated, Cryax shut it off. Any sight of a Yuuzhan Vong critter usually caused an involuntary gag reflex to set in, and the Chiss raised one hand to the Mistress as it passed. Then he straightened his tie and spoke again:

"As you've probably gathered, I don't care much for my brother. What I do care about is a nobody from this pit of a planet with the audacity to try and extort me. I could snap my fingers and have a fleet of ships here in a fortnight, you Moactan Teel tramp. But since this is your first-time offense, I'll let you go with a warning. If you get my brother out of that abomination and deliver him safely to me."

[member="Mistress Malkite"] [member="Red Ravens Storyteller"] [member="Erud'ryz'ladre"]

 

[Armand Temi]

The fact that Cryax Bane was affected by the Holopic pleased The Mistress. And since she gathered by the way he talked about his addict brother that it was truly the Embrace of Pain which made him pause. Her face remained a taut illustration of dispassion.

"I have contacts too Bane." And with that statement on a Holopad beside her she clicked a few buttons with her long black nails and small images came up in 3-D. They were images of powerful galaxians in compromising positions: Coruscant senators, CEOs and rival Crime Lords. As the images played, The Chiss would be able to see just how far and wide Mistress Malkite's legacy of extortion was across the galaxy.

"I think you'll recognize some familiar faces in here, Mr. Bane. And I gather if I make one Holocall to any of these clients, they would be able to make your life a living hell. Take away your toys on Antecedent. Freeze your assets. And the like." Sure Cryax Bane was right in that Syvris was a pit, but to The Mistress it was a stepping stone in a long line of stones which included planets she had already lived on with more established crime networks like Coruscant and Nar Shadda.

"The credits first if you please. Then your brother will be returned to you. A little sore but in one piece."

[member="Cryax Bane"]