Three's a Crowd

[Nisha Decrilla]

Feet hammered across the hard sand, the gunship behind them kicking up dust as it brought the slave house down. Anaya had pulled Sena back to her feet, but not relinquished her grip on her arm. Slavery was illegal in the ACA, the fact they were their would place them in the line of prosecution so it was imperative that they get out before the scene attracted the authorities attention and for some reason, Anaya felt the need to be responsible for her unnamed ally.

The call had gone out for extraction, a transport ship flew low over them, lowering its landing ramp mid air. "Jump." She told Sena, leaping with the force and pulling her with her. Once their feet hit the ramp she shoved the girl inside the ship and glanced towards Ovmar, a sly smile appearing on her face before she moved inside, the ramp closing behind the lovers.

Once inside, she pulled him close, kissing him fiercely post fight passion screaming out for more. They had a guest though. It would have to wait. She pulled herself away, settling her gaze upon the acolyte. "What's your name?"

[member="Sena Lassiter"] [member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Lassiter]

It all happened so very fast, one moment she was at a slave auction and the very next she was in a spaceship heading, well, somewhere. At first she had been dragged away from the scene by her newfound ally, the next she had been thrown into a ship. Fear must have been one hell of a motivator, but it certainly worked when you really had to reach that one spot up in the air.

Then the twi’lek began to make out with whoever it was she had brought along with them. Comments about getting a room felt like a death wish and despite her gut practically forcing her to make one she withheld the notion, even if just barely.

“I am Lassiter.” Sena eyed the two strangers. “Are you two done, or should I get you a room?”

It would seem her efforts were in vain. Death wish or not, she had to do it.

[member="Anaya Fen"] [member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya offered a mocking pout. "You mean you don't want to join us?"

She slipped her arm round Jared's and patted him in a consoling manner. "There goes that fantasy, love."

[member="Sena Lassiter"] [member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Anaya Fen"] | [member="Sena Lassiter"]

I closed my eyes and allowed myself to truly feel Fen, her skin, her scent, her presence in the Force that softly hummed all around her. It had been a long time- at least for me, for her it might have only been moments, seconds, a passing and fleeting hour that hadn’t even been noticed.

That was the funny thing about time, some were running after it their entire lives and others… they had too much of it and lost themselves in the possibilities. Not that it really mattered, not in the grand scheme of things and not for this particular scene in the time slip.

So I played along, acted like all was the same as it had been in the past and slipped into my usual grin. Giving her cheek a slight nuzzle, I detached myself from Anaya and walked over to the new girl we had picked up.

Pretty thing, but so… young. Malleable, not yet sure of her place in time. Someone had been tinkering on her, a whiff of the Dark Side and a mix of blind devotion to an ancient heresy, so borish.

I patted Sena’s cheek, not concerning myself with the boring semantics of personal space and sensitivity.

‘Your loss, petal.’ brushing past her, I walked further into the ship. Trusting that they would follow me eventually.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya's smile parted her lips slightly as she watched Jared closed in on Lassiter before venturing further into the ship. It took her a moment to recover herself, to remember her guest again, but she did so with glaring fanfare. Half skipping closer to the girl and circling her, like a slaver would circle his newest asset. Beautiful, young and full of anger. A reflection of Anaya's younger self perhaps?

She came to stop before her, head tilted slighty as she locked onto the girls eyes. "Well, Lassiter, you are something aren't you." She smirked, took the girls hand and tugged her deeper into the ship. Stopping abruptly in the corridor "Oh my, where are my manners." she turned again to look at her "I'm Anaya and this," she continued on till they reached Jared "is Jared." She let the girls hand go, gesturing towards a sofa in a living space for her to sit and make herself comfortable. She padded herself to a bar, hauling herself to sit atop it and pouring drinks from her perch.

"So," she began again, levitating a drink towards Sena and holding it within hands reach of her. "Who was your master?"

[member="Jared Ovmar"] [member="Sena Lassiter"]

 

[Lassiter]

Personal space intruded upon, cheeks patted upon but for all she knew she was still the one who had been saved from a lot of trouble. A pat upon her cheek was acceptable when the alternative outcomes were most likely horrible. Didn’t mean she couldn’t reserve the right to stare bitterly at the man until he left her field of vision.

“I-” Sena let her eyes wander over to [member="Anaya Fen"] before finding herself dragged along the corridors of the ship again until they reached a small room. Sena was directed towards a nearby sofa. Hesitant at first she let herself be seated as the woman poured them drinks. Questions arose, but was it safe to tell these people who she was? She went with her last name for a reason, in the end anonymity was always a tempting choice.

“My master is not important.” She shook her head. “She had been present if she was.”

Sena took her first sip of the drink. “Instead, what was it that made you bring me with you as you escaped?”

Not that the kid wasn't grateful, but she had to ask. Her curiosity demanded it.

[member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya's smile widened at the girl's dismissal of her question. She could pull some details from the simple sentence. "The fact that she said 'is' and not 'was' could've meant that this girl still had a master. Or perhaps she believed Anay was asking about her tutor. No matter, Anaya didn't press the question further. Lassiter would reveal what she wanted to reveal when she was ready to.

"I have a number of reasons." she said in response "The first, was that you stepped up to support me. The second is that you clearly detest slavery as much as myself and the third...well, what can I say. I like pretty people. What were you doing there?"

[member="Sena Lassiter"] [member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Lassiter]

No, she couldn’t keep the act of being anonymous up and still claim herself a grateful damsel in distress. She had been at that auction for the very same reason as [member="Anaya Fen"] had, and if there was anything to be learned here it was that for all pretentions she had, Sena was still just a whimpy little acolyte with no real backbone when it comes to the bigger things.

“How could I not be there?” She allowed herself to retort. “Someone was doing the thing that I wanted to do, except someone who seemed to be aware of what they could do and how to do it.”

“I wanted to help you because-...” A lost look fell upon her. Sena’s past didn’t seem to matter, and nobody actually knew of it except her master. To share it would feel... Wrong. “Because it was the right thing to do.”

Which felt like hypocrisy when spoken by a sith acolyte of all people. “You had some pretty good moves there.” Was that enough to change the topic and avoid the skirting around her past? Probably not. “Wish I had helped, but you handled it.”

“Shame about the girl. She could have learned so much had she met the right person.”