The Game (Nyte Ignis)

[Layla Tyr]

Layla slowly blinked open her eyes as the comm chirped with a new message as she slowly stood up. Her simple water resistant tank top and tight pants moved with her own features as she approached and looked at her comm.

Find her, grab her, enslave her, break her.

Layla blinked and looked at the coordinates, the subject was here, on Glee Anselm already? What a stroke of luck that she caught. She frowned, enslavement job, that could be a problem but some girl was worth more than others. She sighed and nodded in determination to get the job. The reward could buy her an entire fleet of ships if she wanted. She frowned, no, more ships wasn't what she wanted.

She headed down to the observation deck overlooking the retrofit of her cargo space. She had hidden away many slaves here in the ship, one girl couldn't be more important.

Layla would never question this job though, she learned from an earlier experience to not question it. If there was a better deal, then it would be made in due time.

Well then, this [member="Nyte Ignis"] had better watch herself here on Glee Anselm.

Though neither of them knew it, this would be a job that changes them for life.

 

[Nyte Ignis]

[member="Layla Tyr"]

Nyte Ignis was training with Darth Ophidia and learning the ways of lightsaber combat, specifically the form of Makashi.

Though she had no idea that there was a bounty for her head or a price on her life.

She remained there with Ophidia, training and fighting.

 

[Layla Tyr]

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Layla Tyr was no newcomer to the Academy of Glee Anselm, she and Darth Pyrrhus knew each other well. They had worked together in the past, among other things.​

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But today was business as usual. She borrowed an underwater craft from a friend as she took it down to the actual entrance to the Academy. She stepped into the entrance and nodded to a few of the Acolytes there as they walked around her, scurrying off for their training and such.​

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Layla allowed herself a moment to steady and refocus. She knew the reputation of the Sith Acolyte, gifted in hand to hand combat. Still Layla looked to the pack, she knew enough of how to get a difficult creature into her ship.​

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Layla walked down, following her memories of the training grounds and then she came upon the teacher and student. She watched for a moment, studying the reference picture and then she nodded curtly to the instructor, moving to the side lines to watch. As she studied the student fighting, she learned, watching the young girl and the other woman.​

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Eventually, Layla saw the end of the training session coming to an end and stood up, walking back into the Academy, nodding to herself. She was the one she was hired to take. She showed a lot of potential though, Layla would have to figure out how to get her away from here.​

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[member="Nyte Ignis"]​

 

[Nyte Ignis]

Nyte Ignis slowly made her way through the small yet popular night life crowd, working her way over to a table. She nodded her thanks to the nearby barkeep, sipping on the pint of Corellian ale. She curled her lips in disgust, this was certainly the cheaper stuff, but for an Apprentice, she had to watch her credits.

Her hood was pulled up just well enough over her black eyes as she watched others coming and going in and out. Then her eyes met a pair of dark golden eyes, flashing quickly and then glancing away. She was intrigued, someone had managed to actually seem interested in her. She slowly pressed the pint to her lips once more, tilting her head back as she sipped the ale once more.

As she set the glass down, she could not find those eyes, even though she tried to look for them. She felt shivers spreading from the base of her spine, gasping lightly as she caught another glimpse of those dark golden eyes. Then, she found the face to those eyes, and a body... A nice body...

Nyte had never truly felt attraction to anyone like this before, never out of the arena of her homeworld. Now those eyes, pierced hers and she could feel the wanton need rising. She trembled and tapped at the table she was at, her black eyes locked on to those golden ones. Then he approached, Zabrak, of course he was. Zabraki males were known well for their captivating glances. She shuddered again as he came to her, his body wrapped in tight clothing. She nodded to him, watching him sit down, setting his own drink, a mysterious pink thing, down.

He spoke to her, his voice was a deep rumble that set her jaw tight, her pulse quickening, introducing himself in that deep Zabraki language that she had never really learned. She sat, staring at him and they began to talk. He asked how her own apprenticeship was going and she told him about getting her butt nearly eaten by a wall climber on Iridonia.

As they spoke she finished her ale and looked to get the barkeep's attention. Instead the Zabrak put his hand on hers, squeezing, offering her a sip of his own. She laughed, "You want me to try your drink?"

He chuckled and nodded, "Try it, for me. It is very good. Zeltrons know their way with alcohol."

She smiled and craned her head and slowly took the pink drink, carefully putting it to her lips and taking a drink. She slowly tasted it and smiled at him then laughed, "Wow, no, that's insane, how much is in that?"

He grinned and came closer, taking a drink himself, telling her that it was worth it. Zeltrons had a natural ability to absorb and drink more and more of that stuff. Nyte made a mental note, don't visit Zeltros for drinks, she would die there.

She smiled and excused herself for a moment, grabbing her comm unit and walking to a more quiet part of the bar so that she could send a message to her Master, Darth Ferus. "I know you're probably busy but I wanted to let you know that I'll be coming back to Iridonia for us to finish our training so I'll let you know once I get-"

Suddenly a small cry came from her lips as the Zabrak grabbed her throat, pouring a liquid into her mouth, her heavy boot kicking against the wall to try and get him away from her. Her body tensing as she felt her vision going blurry, her nails scratching roughly into his arm, her other elbow sent flying under his armpit to get away.

She broke free as he let go of her in pain to tend to his own pain and she staggered into the bar, gasping and whimpering loudly. He was right behind her though as he grabbed her hand, pulling her outside. She felt the cold air touching her body, her cloak still at the table. The Zabrak grabbed her, putting a slave collar on her and sent shockwaves coursing against her neck, making her fall over unconscious.

As she came to he was standing over her, her vision starting to clear. She had drank her own poisons before, testing each one to know the effects, this one she used many times to try and develop a resistance to such effects, obviously she needed more resistance.

"I'm surprised to see you awake, oh well, we're well away from Glee Anselm, who ever you were talking to won't be able to find you anymore." Nyte blinked, looking up at him, trying to speak, her hands coming to the collar at her neck as she tried to forcefully open it, sending another set of shockwaves through her body. She gasped and slowly her vision faded with the image of the Zabrak male moving on top of her...

[member="Layla Tyr"]
[member="Xavka Duquo"]

 

[Layla Tyr]

Layla watched the scene from the shadows, her stomach turning. She had never liked people being enslaved, especially after it caused her a loss of employment. But this one job was different. If she wasn't there to over look everything, the young girl might be hurt far worse.

Layla stepped into the small cabin, her hand gliding on the Zabrak's back, then her fingers curled around "Calm down. She needs to eat, we cannot starve her or abuse her in any way." She pulled him away from the young girl and nodded towards the hallway, "Leave us."

He growled at her but nodded in reluctant acceptance of her words as he moved to begin making food.
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