Auction Up for Auction - Uma

[Arage Bao]

Ovmar yawned.

'Doubt anyone here actually has a spare million credits to blow on one slave, but... whatever. I bid 2.000.000cr on the girl.'

[member="Uma"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

Solan stared to the side at the man that had bet and sighed, sure if he was leading a normal life he would not have near the money this man obviously had. But good thing about him was he certainly had the money and even if he blew it today he could always just make it up once again, rob something maybe and done. "2,001,000 cr."

 

[Nyxie]

"Five million...."
The slave probably wasn't worth to her what the heads of Jedi Masters were to the old Empires, but selling so much as one of the ship she'd either rarely used or got from auction or in trades would cover severalfold what she was trying to blow. With a tier five company backing her, she didn't have to worry about eventually replacing any either.
But there was more to her purchases than just mundane slavery or greed, something the others could never appreciate, and would never understand.

(((Just still confused if/ how we jumped from 1m to 4m to 2m1k and which to go off of)))​

 

[Oka Osaa]

The auction had passed too much time for Oka. If no one bided higher in 10 minutes, he would soon leave without taking anything home. He really couldn't afford wasting 2/3 of his savings for a slave. He needed to buy a frigate for Sharlon instead.

 

[Oka Osaa]

The price now was too much for Oka to afford. He left the auction house and said "Have fun".

 

[Warren Century]

A transmission from an anonymous source came.

"75% discount on all Suvian Sciences products, programming made into their droids for them not to attack you....and a dozen free custom technologies made to order."

 

[Arage Bao]

'5 million credits? Can someone pass a credit check on this woman? If she has the money I will meet it and put another mil on it.'

 

[Uma]

Dursey had apparently had enough of the bidding. "Sold!" he cried out, pointing a claw towards the human man.

Uma could hardly believe her luck. She didn't know what a third of five million credits was, but she did know it was a lot. She looked at Dursey with wide eyes. "Do not forget," she said to him, her eyes begging that he keep his word.

"I will not forget, as long as you do not forget your place, slave. You are no longer my problem," he snapped. "She's yours."

Dursey tossed the length of her rope from the stage, down to the man who had just bought her. Her new master.

 

[Nyxie]

Ashelotte sighed again, as before she could so much as roll the first syllable of a higher offer from her lips, it was over. Well, she pondered, even the Force must be mistaken sometimes.