Red Ravens Dominion of Syvris

[Cryax Bane]

What a stubborn queen! On second thought, Cryax changed his mind. Mistress Malkite could go kark herself if she thought he was going to pay that ransom now. He didn't have time to even deal with these antics. The Rancor was waiting for him outside of the club, and the drug lord was starting to look impatient. Time was a'wasting. Cryax would have to call in some mercenaries and get Sage rescued somehow. He only hoped that his brother wouldn't kick the bucket in that horrible creature-like Vong thing that he was strapped into before they got to him.

The Mistress did have some pretty highfalutin "friends." Maybe he'd have her killed, but maybe not. He could use someone like Mistress Malkite as a Red Raven or at least a Raven ally. But for now she needed to be threatened. To be made an example out of. His red eyes narrowing, Cryax hissed back at her, "I'm trying to understand you Mistress Malkite, but I don't speak trollop. You've dug your own grave, woman!" he exclaimed, and then testily hung up on her.

Waiting a moment to let his smile return, Cryax spun around to face the Rancor who still had Dryzl in his huge meaty paws. He crossed to Alejandro and rand his fingers through the other man's hair, winking flirtatiously. "What are we waiting for. Let's go party, hot stuff." Inner cringing. So much inner cringing.

[member="Mistress Malkite"] [member="Red Ravens Storyteller"]

 

[Erud'ryz'ladre]

[member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Mistress Malkite"] [member="Red Ravens Storyteller"]

Erud'ryz'ladre didn't hear the ping of Mr. Bane's datapad, and she was paying more attention to trying to save some of her dignity than the actual conversation, so it came as a surprise when out of the blue, the Rancor set her and her employer down. Trying not to retch at the Rancor's repugnant scent, the Chiss gave the man a forced smile. "Please," she said, nodding. Her voice came out slightly strangled as she struggled to suppress her accent. "We will be back soon."

With that, she pushed herself away from the repulsive man, hurrying to return to Mr. Bane's side. As he began to make a holocall, Dryzl stepped to the side far enough that she wouldn't be in the shot. Whoever this Mistress Malkite was, her employer might not appreciate his bodyguard being in the shot.

As she listened to the exchange, the Chiss felt a shiver go down her spine. The hate that Mr. Bane had for the woman, his sharp words about his supposed half-brother (the Bane family seemed to keep growing), and the Mistress's blatantly indifferent sadisticness combined with the threats swapped painted a section to the ever-growing picture of Mr. Bane's....associates. And Dryzl wasn't so sure what to think of it.

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When it appeared that Mr. Bane had finished his conversation, Dryzl began to walk back. Thus far no attempt had been made on his life, and anyway, she was still alert to such a move.

The fact that her employer had elected to leave his brother in the woman's clutches troubled the bodyguard even more than the Rancor. It did not sit well that he apparently had so little regard for family -- even half family. But, the Chiss wouldn't say anything. Her job was not to dictate what was right and what was wrong, it was to protect. Unless Mr. Bane confronted her himself and asked her opinion, Erud'ryz'ladre would not say a word.

Of course, she did let out a frustrated, gargled noise when the Rancor decided to scoop her up again. Really, this man was insufferable! Unfortunately, there wasn't much she could do without blowing her and Mr. Bane's covers, so for now the Chiss continued to suffer through the indignations.

That didn't stop her hand from involuntarily clutching at her blaster.

 

[Armand Temi]

Mistress Malkite took a deep breath. And then another. And another. Cryax Bane had hung up on her. HUNG UP! The Mistress felt rage seep up from her toes all the way up to her tight blonde bun and she realized she probably needed to take her medication. But later. Medication later. Now she needed to deal with Sage Bane for the absolute travesty of his brother hanging up on her.

She undid her hair and let it fall to her shoulders. She grabbed the riding crop from the table and went into the room which held the Embrace of Pain and her captive Sage Bane within it. "Guess what?" she asked as she entered the room. "Your brother doesn't really care about you enough to save you right now. So you're stuck with me." As the Embrace of Pain recalibrated Sage Bane's pain receptors, it unleased a fresh wave of thorns and electric shocks into the half-Chiss addict. The Mistress pulled up the lone chair in the room and sat at eye level to Sage. She stroked his face with her riding crop and asked, "What do you think, Mesh'la? Don't you get tired of your brother putting his own needs before you? How does that make you feel?" She motioned to the vile Vong device that he was hooked up to. "That your brother will just leave you to rot inside this beautiful pain cocoon and not even bat an eye?"

[member="Sage Bane"]

 

[Armand Temi]

Sage Bane only moaned in response and the Mistress noticed the half-Chiss was fading in and out of consciousness. Mistress Malkite stood up from the chair knowing what would come next.
When the Embrace of Pain's captive became close to dying, the creature would gently lower its prey to the ground for a respite from the torture. Sage Bane was released from the restraint bands and slowly dropped. Once on the floor, he curled into a fetal position. Like a sadistic medic, the Embrace of Pain administered water and nutrients to Mr. Bane as well as medication to treat his numerous puncture wounds. He would be allowed to sleep for a time. The Mistress went back into her office to tend to business.

A few hours passed and Mistress Malkite rose and stretched. She listened for a sign that the Embrace of Pain had hauled Sage Bane back up but she heard no wailing or screaming, only the slam of the door as Poppy left the Pain Parlor. She checked her datapad and was pleased to see a one-line message from [member="Cryax Bane"] via his assistant Frab:

"Ransom has been paid."

She smiled, quickly checked the bank account with a few taps of her long nails and confirmed that indeed 50,000 credits had been deposited into her account. She replied to the message, not even caring about encryption anymore: "Nice doing business with you. Now that you see what I can do to your friends, you might want to see what I can do to your enemies. If you are in need of my services for any reason don't hesitate to Holocall."

She rose and went back to the Embrace of Pain room where she could hear the Embrace getting ready to scoop Sage Bane back up off the floor. As if he anticipated it, she heard a soft sob escape his lips. The Mistress quickly whipped the Embrace with her riding crop and it hissed in response, its restraint bands reaching for the both of them. She bent down, rolled Sage over and grabbed him under the arms to drag him away from the living torture device which quite frankly would maul her as well if given the chance.

"Your brother paid the ransom," she said coldly. "You're free to go now." She waved her hand at him as if he were just a driver opening a door for her versus someone she had just spent hours intimately abusing.

[member="Sage Bane"]