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 Female x Male Star Wars: His Captain

Discussion in 'Roleplay Execution' started by Kal-EL, Jun 7, 2018.

  1. Kal-EL

    Kal-EL Well-Known Member Member

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    It had taken three hours in hyperspace to reach the Hydra, and Calen Tor had used every minute of that time to go over Captain Area Kane's record. She was impressive, to say the least. She came well recommended by several of the best commanders in the fleet, and had attained command of her own ship at an astonishingly young age. Under any other circumstances, she probably could have expected to be a fleet admiral under the emperor himself before her career ended. Unfortunately for her, it seemed that fate had other plans.

    "My lord, there is a message from the Dominance," Calen's pilot called from the shuttle's cockpit. "They've completed their work on Atira, and are setting course to meet us here."

    "Good." Calen probably should have stayed to complete the job on Atira, but his vessel could handle a small rebellion, even if that rebellion had been provided weapons and secrets by Captain Kane's father. Calen wasn't sure what had driven the man to betray his fleet and his emperor, and he didn't particularly care. Whether he had been driven by compassion or some failed play for power, his betrayal had turned what should have been a fairly simple operation into a much larger ordeal. This kind of betrayal at the highest ranks of the military was rare, in part because the emperor punished it so harshly. Not only was the traitor's life forfeit, but the lives of his entire family as well. The empire considered it removing a poisoned limb before the poison could spread to more vital areas.

    As the Hydra grew closer, Calen couldn't help but wonder what the situation aboard the ship was. While there had been no official proclamation relieving Captain Kane of duty, command channels would have released that the rebels had been aided by her father. Calen had made no attempt to hide the information, not even from Area herself, as he wanted to see what she would do. Did she already know what her father was doing? If not, what would she do now that she knew a sith apprentice was boarding her vessel, most likely to enforce the punishment that was expected? So far, the Hydra hadn't tried to run, nor had it opened fire, but even if Kane had ordered them to do either of those things, he doubted the crew would comply. His ships IFF transponder identified the shuttle as a sith vessel, so they had to know that attacking it or trying to flee from it would result in all of their deaths, not just the loss of their captain.

    We'll just see what kind of welcome I get.

    The hanger doors opened and his shuttle came to a gentle landing. Calen stood up slowly and stretched his limbs. He wore the usual black robes of his order, with a light tactical armor beneath them. The robes did something to mask his broad, muscular form, but it was still clear that he was powerful even without the force. He was a touch taller than any of his armored guards, with dark hair that was cut extremely short. The sith apprentice was clean shaven, so there was nothing hiding his stern features, or the single, faint scar that ran up his right cheek. Unlike some in his order, his eyes hadn't changed through his use of the dark side, and remained a piercing blue that seemed to look through whoever he leveled his gaze upon.

    The ramp lowered and Calen stepped down the ramp, flanked by a pair of his personal guards. A sith lord would come aboard with at least 50 men, but Calen liked the smaller numbers. Even aboard a ship captained by a traitor's daughter, he felt perfectly safe with only a token escort. It sent a message that he was fearless, and part of surviving in this galaxy was sending the right message.

    As his boots strode confidently down the ramp, his eyes scanned the room carefully for his target, as well as any sign of danger that might be waiting.
     
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  2. Vestele

    Vestele The Chaos of the Storm Member

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    The news had reached Area Kane in the early morning hours, her second in command had control of the bridge, when he had commed her and told her he needed to speak to her immediately she knew something was wrong. She had expected to arrive on the bridge to news of a rebel attack or even a sighting near them. Instead, the Bridge had been cleared of non-crucial staff, as Koran had directed her towards the command channel’s comm station. A soft quirk of an eyebrow had resulted in nothing but a silent nod. Area had settled down in the seat and listened to the channel, as they went over some basic information before the information about her Father had been mentioned. Her body froze in place as her mind went blank, it couldn’t be her father, no. He had always pushed for her to excel. She forced herself to listen to the rest of the transmission before removing the headset and placing it down.

    Her skin was normally already a soft pale tone had became also white, she felt numb. Completely numb. Koran cleared his throat as he shifted uncomfortably at her side, the pair had worked together for a few months now, she had given him a chance when he was only new to the ship and he had quickly proved himself worth the risk. He reminded Area a lot of herself, driven and passionate about what they were doing, about serving the Empire. Now, she was a traitor. Her father’s actions would mean death for her and her family. Oh god, Her mother. Her siblings had all grown and left their family home, she had managed to make a place for herself. At least she had, now that would all be gone. How could he do this to them, she felt a surge of anger run through her body at the idea of him helping rebel scum and in the same instance sentencing his family to death.

    The Hydra had been her life for the last few months, when she had got the post she had been so happy, she finally had proven herself to those who had doubted her. Now she was going to lose it all, through no fault of her own. She had worked her ass off for this position, fought and crossed every barrier that had been placed before her, but this one. This one she couldn’t cross and fight through this was set in stone. She had given the bridge back to Koran’s command and fled to the safety of her room, after asking him to keep the information to himself at least for now. Back in her room, she sent the next few hours making sure her notes were up to date, that all her files were complete. If she was going to die she would make sure that the Hydra was in good hands. Koran would no doubt be given her role at least for the first few days after she was relieved of her duty, she had come to care about those under her command.

    Hours later when Koran commed her to tell her that a vessel was approaching, she made her way to the bridge. A sith vessel was approaching, her crew was talking and gossiping about what the approaching sith wanted on the Hydra. Only Area and Korn knew, she commanded her people to prepare for the sith’s arrival and gave a nod to Koran, he would take control of the bridge and she would go down the hanger to greet the Sith personally.

    Area stood at the edge of the landing area of the shuttle, her form still as her hand moved to tug at the bottom of her jacket, as it laid neatly on her form. It was form fitting showing off her slender waist and full chest as she took a deep breath and her icy blue eyes framed with thick long lashes locked upon the slowly descending vessel of the Sith as it landed softly. As the ramp lowered slowly she saw the figure come into view, and she straightened to attention as a hand rose to push back the full raven hair which curled around her face-framing her heart-shaped face. There was the normal staff who were needed for the arrival of anyone on board, Area stood alone and silently as she awaited her destiny at the hands of the male before her as he and two others made their way down the ramp.

    His form was foreboding in the dark robes associated with the order, the guards flanking him on each side, as he moved towards her, his eyes scanning over the open area before settling on her as she bit down softly on her bottom lip.
     
  3. Kal-EL

    Kal-EL Well-Known Member Member

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    Calen had half-expected her to throw herself at his feet as soon as he got off the shuttle, but was pleasantly surprised to find that wasn't the case. Nor had she filled the hanger with troops she thought might fight for her. It seemed like she was willing to accept the punishment that was coming to her. The decision boded well for her future, though there was still a lot to consider.

    "Walk with me, captain," he said as he started towards the nearby lift. His own guards fell several steps behind them, giving them room to talk without interruption. Their presence didn't matter to Calen. His guards had been selected because of their ability to keep their mouths shut, as well as their abilities to handle themselves in a fight. If the captain accepted his little proposition, they wouldn't say anything to anyone.

    "I'm sure you know what happened with your father." Truth be told, many of the details were still coming out. As far as Calen knew, her father hadn't been captured yet, though his act of betrayal was certainly finished. The details didn't matter to Calen. Her father was someone else's problem, and Calen wouldn't get involved unless he was ordered to do so by his master.

    "The most important thing I need to know right now is whether or not you knew about your father's...extra activities." Calen didn't stop walking, but he turned his gaze to her and studied her intently, as if daring her to try to deceive him. He was certain she would answer no, no matter what the truth was, but even without the force, he felt confident he would be able to tell if she was being honest. If she knew anything about her father's activities, this conversation was effectively over. Calen wouldn't step out of line to offer her any deals, and would likely cut her down where she stood. But his gut told him that she had been blind to her family activities, and the faint ripples in the force agreed.
     
  4. Vestele

    Vestele The Chaos of the Storm Member

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    Area managed to hold her nerve as the watched him approach, her back straightening as she let her lip free from the torture her teeth was inflicting on the tender flesh. She wanted to turn and flee but she knew that wouldn’t help her, this was her fate now. She would meet it head on, perhaps if she was careful she would be able to at least protect some of her crew. As he came closer she felt small compared to his larger frame as he towered over her.

    She nodded once at the command, she wasn’t about to disobey the man, she turned and walked with him at his side as he lead them towards the lift. His guards a few steps behind them but close enough that they were always in reach. His words brought her attention to him as she gave a very sharp nod at the words. There was no point denying that she knew what her Father had done or ignoring the fact that he had turned on the Empire and by extension her and her family.

    At his question she glanced towards him as she raised a hand and pushed back her long waves of raven hair from her eyes. She refused to hide from him and the question he had asked her, she let out a soft breath before speaking. “I had no idea about my Father’s activities. He.. betrayed not only the Empire but his own family. My mother and siblings are as much victims to him than those affected by his leaks of information.” she paused for a moment as she took a deep breath to calm herself down.

    It was obvious the woman was angry at the man she called her father, she also blamed herself a little for not noticing that her father had turned traitor. Her eyes met his, but didn’t hold them it was obvious she wasn’t lying to him. Area kept pace with the long strides of the male at her side, her eyes glancing towards him as she spoke, her words were steady and soft. Area met his eyes before she gave voice to the thought which was currently running through her mind. “Have you arrived to pass my judgement ? It’s not unexpected.”
     
  5. Kal-EL

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    He didn't need the force to tell that she was being sincere with him, though he had already suspected as much. One didn't work as hard as she had to throw it all away by helping a doomed rebellion. If she was going to betray her Empire, he had to believe she would save the moment for when it would matter more. What was more interesting was the fact that she still wasn't begging for mercy. She knew he was here as her executioner, but still hadn't said anything to try to change her fate. Of course, if he had decided to kill her, there was little she could say that would change his mind, but he still expected her to try.

    "In a sense, though what that judgement is has a bit more flexibility than most assume. The law states that if one commits treason, the lives of his family are forfeit. Most people read that as death, and you can hardly blame them. But there are other ways to lose your life, and some of them are a touch more pleasant."

    He came to a stop in front of the lift and signaled it to take them to the main bridge. As he waited for the doors to open, he turned his attention back to her. "I'm not going to waste time building up to this, as my master will expect word of your fate shortly. My command ship has need of a captain. Captain Thrace has died rather unexpectedly. Of course, I can't exactly promote one who's family has just betrayed the empire, but I could claim her. If you swore your life in service to me, that could meet the Emperor's need for justice." He paused for just a moment, then added, "But you would be swearing your whole life to me, not just your service as a commanding officer. When you weren't handling ship affairs, you would be a possession, mine to use as I saw fit."

    His men were probably close enough to hear the offer, but didn't react to it from beneath their helmets. The sith and the captain might as well not have been there, as far as they were concerned, though Calen knew full well that others would show more interest in hearing of the little bargain, if she were to accept it.
     
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  6. Vestele

    Vestele The Chaos of the Storm Member

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    Area had never been the type to beg or grovel, she had earned the respect of those around her through hard work and dedication, she had expected a swift deliverance of her execution as soon as the Sith had stepped foot upon the vessel but it had quickly become apparent that this Sith wasn’t what she expected. While his question wasn’t unexpected, it had still thrown her off, really did it matter if she knew or not. Her fate was already sealed, everyone knew what the emperor demanded when a traitor was found within the Empire. She tilted her head to the side and glanced towards him, hopefully, he was able to figure out she was telling the truth.

    Her crystal blue eyes lingered on him as he spoke about the flexibility of the judgment which could be placed upon the family of someone who was deemed a traitor. She wasn’t sure where he was leading with this conversation but she would hear him out. If there was an alternative rather than death then perhaps all her work wasn’t for nothing.

    As they came to the lift she paused at his side as he signaled for it to take them to the bridge, she wondered if her execution would be public to deliver a message to the masses. His eyes on her she tilted her head up and looked towards him as he bluntly put forth his deal of sorts. He was offering her a chance to command a larger vessel then the Hydra. A sith’s command ship was a promotion for her, but as expected she would have to give up something in return after all her father's crimes couldn’t go unpunished. She would become his property, slave for him to use to his desire. Could she do that? Was it a fate better than death? The answer of course was yes but could she do it, could she hand over her life to the sith before her.

    Area’s mind was going a hundred miles an hour as she attempted to think about his proposal, she glanced behind her aware that others could hear what was occurring between them at the moment. Perhaps this would be a chance for her to prove those who had come to doubt her that they were wrong, that she was nothing like her father. Area took a moment to gather her courage before looking up to him “If you can help my mother and siblings, I will swear my life to you. I will be whatever you want me to be.”
     
  7. Kal-EL

    Kal-EL Well-Known Member Member

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    While he had been fairly confident that the offer was too good to pass up, he still felt a little thrill as she agreed to his terms. Calen had gone searching for a slave recently, but the experience had been frustrating. Most of the girls he had been drawn to had been slaves for years, and lacked any sort of independent spark. Captain Kane still had that spark, but needed him in order to survive. It was almost perfect.

    "It should be a simple matter to protect the rest of your family. The emperor and his council aren't going to be overly concerned with what happens to a handful of civilians, not if they know that the traitor's oldest daughter has effectively been enslaved." He paused for just a moment, then said, "We have a deal."

    The doors to the lift slid open, and Calen slipped inside, followed only moments later by his guards. "We'll need to act quickly, in order to convince my master and the rest of the council that this is indeed justice. If they feel like you are getting off too easily, they won't hesitate to order the death of you and the rest of your family. I'll need to contact my master at once, and you should be seen as my prisoner. We don't need to act, but it should be clear that this isn't simply a promotion for you."

    The lift started to move, but Calen's attention remained fixed on Area. "By the time we are done, all of you staff aboard this ship will know what has happened to you." There was a hint of an apology in his tone. While part of him was looking forward to her submission, he also wanted her obedience. This was a fine line to walk, and they had little time to figure it out. Nobody had ever tried to interpret the law in this way before, and Calen didn't want this new partnership to fall apart before it could start.
     
  8. Vestele

    Vestele The Chaos of the Storm Member

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    It had taken a lot for Area to say the words, to hand herself over to him and place herself into slavery was not an easy feat. She wondered if she had made the right choice, Sith were smart and she had no doubt that the male before her had planned this out in detail before approaching her with his offer. Why did he want her as his slave? Regardless of the way, she had committed herself to him now, she had offered herself up on a platter, at least if she could protect her family some good would come from this.

    As he reassured her that her family could be easily protected and that they would be happy with her enslavement, she let out a sigh of relief. Her mother was aging and she wasn’t in the best of health. Perhaps she could keep the effects of her father's choice from reaching her. When he announced that they had a deal she felt her heart sink for a moment. The deal had been reached within minutes of him arriving. What was going to happen now?

    The soft sound of the lifts opening broke her from her thoughts as the Sith stepped inside. She had promised herself to a man and she didn’t even know his name. She shook her head as she moved to step to his side as the guards stepped inside and crowded the smaller space. As he detailed the plan going forward she had a feeling that she wasn’t going to enjoy the experience, she would have to be the slave that she had just offered herself up to be. The idea of being placed on display as her control and position were ripped away made her stomach flutter with butterflies.

    She was about to be humiliated and defaced among the people who had come to respect her, she once more silently cursed her father as she thought about the countless names and faces of those who would witness her downfall because of him. No doubt her, stories and rumors of her enslavement would be spread into the fleet, would she even be able to captain the ship for this Sith? No one would respect her after this she would become a joke for the Empire. Her eyes glanced down towards the floor, her shoulders slumping as the reality of the situation slammed into her, her soft voice asked softly “What am I to call you ?” her eyes remained fixed upon the floor as her hands fidgeted before her.
     
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    Kal-EL Well-Known Member Member

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    The question caught him a little off-guard, but it shouldn't have. It was easy to think that the military knew the names of their sith masters, but Calen was only an apprentice. Even if that weren't the case, there were far, far too many sith for the military to know a fraction of them. Most officers could probably identify the dark council, but wouldn't be able to do more than that.

    "Calen Tor. I'm Darth Fenris's apprentice." Since Fenris was on the council, he suspected she knew who his master was. The man had a reputation for being manipulative and cunning, but could also be remarkably cruel. Calen was counting on that cruel streak to accept that being made a personal slave captain was a worse fate than simply being cut down by a lightsaber. "But when we are in front of others, you should call me 'master.'" It wasn't necessarily a show that she was as slave, as there were plenty of people who served him who called him that, but it would take on a different meaning with Area.

    Out the corner of his eye, he could see that the levels on the lift were going up rapidly. They would be on the bridge in just a few seconds. Calen would have liked a little more time to prep her, but time was of the essence now. His master had to be persuaded that this would work before word spread that she was still alive. "If I recall the layout of this class of ship, your office is just off the bridge, and has holocom capacity. When the door opens, I'll handle things with your officers. You'll take my men to your cabin and prepare yourself for our talk with my master." he paused for a moment before glancing at one of his guards. "Lieutenant, you will see to it that her uniform is removed, and her hands are tied." He thought about it for just a moment, then added, "And that she is gagged in some manner."

    "Yes, sir."

    With that settled, he turned his attention back to Area. "I'll try not to humiliate you too much in front of your men, but my master must see you as a slave first."
     
  10. Vestele

    Vestele The Chaos of the Storm Member

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    Calen Tor, she memorized the name of the man who she had handed her life too, Darth Fenris, at the mention of the Sith Lord her shoulders tensed slightly she knew of him. She had heard of his reputation, he was cunning and respected but also feared, he was known to be cruel at times also. As he went on to tell her to call him Master in front of others she nodded, the term wasn’t that strange, many within the Sith Order used that title, however for her it had a totally different meaning.

    It was better then death, she kept reminding herself each time her mind would focus on the situation which was about to be played out on the bridge of what had been her ship. As the levels quickly passed by she watched which level bringing her closer and closer to the reality of her new situation.She nodded at his command to call him Master in front of people, she could do that. It made sense after all she was a slave and he was now her Master by her own choice. She had been given the option over death and willingly placed herself in his hold.

    At his words she nodded, he was correct her cabin was only a few feet from the life entrance. SHe wondered what he would say to her officers, how would Koran take the information. She could take them to her cabin that was simple enough she nodded “Understood.” His eyes then turned to one of his men as he gave him instructions, to strip, tie her up and gag her. Area visibly swallowed at the command her eyes moving towards the Lieutenant as he met her eyes and answers his Leader’s orders. She had no doubt that if she couldn’t or wouldn’t strip herself then the two guards settled at Calen’s side would make sure she was as he asked by the time he arrived. Area appreciated that he would attempt keep her humiliation at least before her men at a minimum, but she understood that her punishment must be visible to those in higher power if she wished to keep her life. “Thank you” her voice soft as the lift came to a stop on the bridge, the doors opening slowly.

    Her eyes remained on the floor before glancing at the two guards “Gentlemen, if you would like to follow me.” she nodded once more at Calen as she gathered her courage and stepped out leading the two guards to her private quarters completely ignoring all glances from her crew. As she stepped inside and the door closed, left alone with the two guards the gravity of what she would have to do next hit her. Before she had the chance to overthink one of the Lieutenants stepped forward “Do you need help to strip or can you do that alone. Master Calen will be displeased if your not ready when he returns.” Area glanced towards him “I’ll do it.”

    Her hand moved to her jacket as she slipped it off, folding it carefully as she placed it on a table to one side, undoing her shirt quickly after and taking a deep breath before removing her bra. She sat down to removed her boots and socks before she slipped her black pants and panties off in one movement before folding them up neatly. She was completely bare, soft goosebumps rising along the soft pale skin of her arms and her nipples hardening at the change in temperature. She had an hourglass figure, full hips, slender waist with a slight curve to her stomach, she worked out but wasn’t toned as such. Her breasts were full a little more than a handful they sat perkily in place, the test of time not yet effecting her shape. A soft blush had settled on her cheeks and managed to run down over the top of her chest. A soft squeak escaping her lips as she felt a hand settling on her wrist before the rope was wrapped around it firmly before her hands were quickly and effectively tied behind her back making her back arch as if she was offering up her breasts to any who wished to sample them. There was a soft mumbles conversation between the two guards before a soft chuckle and then a piece of cloth was pressed into her mouth firmly and tied with rope. It was only as she focused that she noted that they had taken her own underwear and used it as a gag. She glared at the pair only receiving a soft smile in return as one slowly lowered her down onto her knees. It would be difficult to get up from such a position with her arms tied as they were without help, at least for now she would have to wait. The guards stepped off to the side silently watching as they awaited the arrival of Calen.
     
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    Kal-EL Well-Known Member Member

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    The captain and his two guards had hardly left the bridge before Calen started to give orders to her senior staff. "Captain Kane has been relieved of this command, as a result of the treasonous acts of her father. Commander, you are to be placed in temporary command until your superiors are able to assign a new, permanent commanding officers."

    He heard several startled sounds from several of her officers, making it clear that few of them knew what had happened, but Kane's first officer didn't seem surprised. The man hesitated for just a moment before asking, "What is to happen to Captain Kane?"

    Calen found himself studying the man for a moment. Was he romantically interested in his superior, or were they simply friends. In either case, Calen found himself impressed with the man. Perhaps they wouldn't have to assign a new captain, and this man could simply be promoted into the position. Calen made a mental note to check with Area on that before they left the ship. "The law on this matter is clear. Don't waste your time worrying about her." He certainly wasn't about to explain the deal he had struck with Area, at least not until he had sold the deal to his master.

    It took a few minutes to make preparations and instruct the crew to prepare for the arrival of his ship. Calen tried to make it clear that nobody else aboard would be punished for what had happened, but he had little patience for comforting the rank and file, not when he was so focused on what was happening in the other room.

    After what felt like an eternity, he found his way into the captain's office, and found Area prepared just as he had instructed. He tried not to smile at the little display, but it was impossible to hide the look of lust in his eyes. He had had some doubts about using such a skilled captain as his personal slave before, but somehow, seeing her like this seemed to put those fears aside. "Leave us," he said to the guards, who were quick to step outside the room and take up a guard position on the other side of the door.

    "You make for quite a sight, my dear," he mused as he closed the distance with her. His hand caressed her cheek absently as he considered all the ways they might spend their evenings after her duty hours ended. Of course, there was still the matter of his master before he could plan their future too carefully. "I must admit, I rather like this," he said, his fingers brushing against the gag. "That will be our first rule. Whenever something is secured over your person, it remains there until either I remove it, or I give you or another permission to do so. You'll remain strong and commanding for as long as it suits me, but helpless and submissive for as long as it pleases me."
     
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    Vestele The Chaos of the Storm Member

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    As she knelt in place and waited she couldn’t help but wonder what was occurring outside on the bridge at this very moment. How had her crew taken the news? She had come to know every man and woman under her command. Who now would take over command of her ship and crew?

    Hopefully her first officer Kalen would be given the chance, he would be good for the crew. He had been friends with Area since he had been assigned to the ship. He had an easy going personality which made most people instantly get on with the man but he knew how to do his job and never failed to make sure that others fulfilled their responsibilities also.

    Her eyes roamed over the small space of her cabin, they were in the main room at the moment. Her desk sat in one corner, datapads in a pile on top of it. A few framed images on the walls, in the center close to where she was kneeling, was the large holo-communicator which was used to all main communication with command. A few tables and chairs were pressed against the walls, it was obvious she used this room more for work than leisure. Two doors lead off from the room one back to the bridge and the other to her bedroom. Her bedroom was neat and tidy, a double bed at the center of it, it was a little more personal than her office, images of her family on a small desk. Her personal refresher connected to her bedroom, other than that space was limited.

    The soft whoosh sound as the door slid open made her shift in place on her knees, as the door opened behind her. It felt like the man had been gone an eternity but she knew, in reality, it would have been no more than 30 minutes. Her knees were cold and beginning to hurt from the cold floor beneath her it was unnatural for the officer, no doubt one she would have to learn to deal with.

    As he came into sight, her eyes sought out his own and she noticed the look which held within them, lust. The Sith no doubt would make sure to get as much as he could from the deal that she had made with him, it wasn’t like she could back out now anyway. As he dismissed the guards, they moved swiftly towards the door and disappeared from the quarters leaving just the pair alone in the small space. Area fidgeted nervously with her fingers behind her back, as a strand of her dark raven hair fell before her face.

    His form moved closer quickly closing what distance remained between them as his hand rose to run along her cheek, his touch was gentle as he ran over the soft skin. Her eyes met his before quickly moving to the floor before her, she was on edge and off-kilter. She disliked this feeling of being out of her depth but it was where she found herself, her attention moved from the floor back to him as his fingers brushed over the gag which was settled in her mouth as he spoke. The first rule, for some reason she thought that would be first of many he would impose on her form. For some reason, she didn’t find that as bad as she was expecting, at least with rules she would know where she was standing it was this feeling of the unknown which was slowly driving her into a nervous wreck. The rule was simple enough to remember, but she made note of it anyway. His words rang true, she had a feeling that his pleasure would win out many times in the future. But this was a fate better than death, at least that's what she kept reminding herself. She gave a soft nod, a few more strands of her hair falling forward at the movement, her hands jerked in place as she moved to reach them also like she had forgotten her current bondage predicament. She wondered what Calen’s Master would make of this deal.
     
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    Kal-EL Well-Known Member Member

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    A flicker of amusement passed across his features as he realized what she had been trying to do, and he tucked the loose hair behind her ear. There was so much more he wanted to explore right now, but the call with his master was a pressing concern. He reluctantly eased away from her, only to go to the holoprojector at the center of the room and input his security codes. It wasn't like just anyone could contact a member of the council, and even a starship captain wasn't given that right. It had to be clear that the call was coming from him, even if it wasn't his ship.

    Darth Fenris had been waiting for the call, and his image appeared almost at once. The projection made him seem larger than he really was, when in reality, he was probably a touch shorter than Calen. But his intimidating presence was every bit true to real life. He wore no armor beneath his robes, and wore a simple black set of loose garments that was more akin to what the jedi had worn in peacetime. His head and face were shaved, revealing a figure that was perhaps 50 years old, but seemed much older. The power of the dark side had taken a toll on his form, and his veins were visible beneath his discolored skin. Probably the most frightening thing about him was his eyes. They had changed, as many sith eyes did, to something unnaturally red and black.

    As soon as the image took shape, Calen took a knee beside Area. Fenris offered him a small nod, but frowned ever so slightly when he noticed Calen's new possession. "I thought we understood one another, my apprentice. You were to destroy the traitor's daughter."

    "Forgive me, my master, but I thought this a more...fitting justice. The traitor would have known his family was forfeit when his actions came to light. No doubt he made his peace with such a fate. But he couldn't have anticipated that his daughter would be claimed by a sith, used to satisfy my every whim. News of this will make others think twice before repeating his crime."

    Fenris stroked his chin slowly. "I've always taught you to be independent, but I didn't expect you to plant your flag on a cause like this. What of the rest of her family?"

    "They possess little value or threat," Calen said with a shrug. "For now, their fate is up to her. If she does as I ask, I see no reason to let anything happen to them."

    "That is certainly one path to control." The sith sneered, and Calen couldn't help but take that as a good sign. He was starting to see the value of this. Slowly, he turned his attention to Area. "And what of you, girl? It would reflect very badly on my apprentice if this went poorly, which would be inconvenient for me. I trust you see the wisdom in accepting your fate?" He reached out as if to caress her cheek, like Calen had a moment ago, though, of course, the hologram couldn't actually do so.
     
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    Vestele The Chaos of the Storm Member

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    Area’s eyes met his as she watched his hand reach out as he pushed the rogue strands of raven hair back from her face and behind her ear.His touch was gentle and kind but as quickly as he had focused upon her his intention moved elsewhere as he moved towards the holoprojector and began to load it up inputting codes to reach out no doubt to his Master. She wondered what the man would make of the scene which greeted him, she wouldn’t have to wait long to find out. Her head tilted down slightly as she attempted to stop the soft fluttering within her stomach as nerves made themselves known.

    Her eyes flickered upwards as she saw the form of Darth Fenris come into view, he looked even more intimidating than she thought. His black robes hung around his body, his shaved head and face a sharp difference to the younger male beside her. She watched as Calen slipped to a knee at her side, close enough to reach out and touch her if he choose too. Darth Fenris looked like what she imagined when she thought of a Sith Lord, along with the darkened veins and those eyes. The color was red and black and looked like they could see into her very soul, as the image took full form his eyes moved to Calen a sharp nod before his eyes focused on her, a frown coming to his face as he looked at her before he looked back towards Calen.

    It was obvious the male disapproved of her still being alive, her death as she thought should have been swift and brutal. However the male had her side had changed that for one reason or another he had took a chance and instead of killing her,made a deal which saved her life and in return gave him a slave.

    It was apparent that Calen knew how to work his Master’s need for vengeance against him, his words were well placed and careful as he spoke of her father and the peace he must have came to when he decided to turn against the Empire. He had known their lives would be forfeit but he would never had expected his eldest child to be taken as a slave to Sith. Area’s eyes closed for a moment as she heard him speaking of her satisfying his every whim.

    She waited for the Sith Lord’s answer on tender hooks, his next words could change everything. If his Master ordered it she had no doubt that the man at her side would strike her down within seconds. She froze as he asked of her family, Calen wouldn’t go back on his word would he ?

    His carefully worded reply made it seem like their fate had been his choice, in a sense it had been but it was something she had asked for in return for her servitude to him. Indeed her family would remain a way to control her until their death or her own. His attention turned to her and she felt him focus upon her, she lowered her head even as she felt his hand move to reach out towards her as he asked if she saw the wisdom in accepting her fate. She went to speak but the gag in place made it impossible to do so. Instead she glanced towards Calen and lowered her head, she hoped by her actions alone it was obvious that she was willingly submitting herself to Calen.
     
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    Fenris's hand fell back to his side, and he seemed to accept her silent answer. "Very well, we will play this out your way, my apprentice. But know that I will be watching this situation very carefully." Now it was Calen's turn to feel a slight shiver run down his spine. Fenris didn't overtly threaten people, he simply promised to observe situations that he wasn't completely satisfied with. If this was such a situation, he would have to proceed very carefully. Area's life was certainly in danger, as were the lives of her family, but if this went poorly, Calen would suffer the blowback from it as well.

    As the hologram flickered out, he couldn't help but wonder if this had been a mistake. Kane certainly had value as a commander, and as a symbol of Calen's power, but now there was a rather steep risk associated with her. Calen had known it wouldn't be easy to sell his master on this plan, but now the possibility of failure was a little more real. Still, his course was set now, and couldn't be changed. All he could do was try to prove his plan had merit.

    Now that the two of them were alone, he stood back up, then took his new slave by the arm and eased her back to her feet. He tried not to show that his master's attention had alarmed him, and instead tried to take charge of the situation in the room. "Since we still have some time before we can settle you into your new role as my captain, I think we should take a little time to settle you into your other role."

    He reached behind her head and untied the knot that kept her gag in place, then helped to ease the cloth from her lips. Calen couldn't help the slight smile that flashed across his features as he realized they had gagged her with her own panties. He would have to remember that. "While we are in this room, all I want to hear from you is 'yes, master,' and 'no, master,' at least until I say otherwise." He studied her intently, then asked, "Do you understand just what is at stake now?"
     
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    Thankfully she felt as the male pulled back and his attention turned from her as he once more focused at his apprentice who was settled at her side. When he mentioned keeping his eye on the situation Area also felt a shiver go down her back at the silent threat which was going to hang over them both. She had no doubt that any small mistake made on either their part could jeopardise this deal. Dearth Fenris wasn't someone you wanted to piss off, as a member of the council. For some reason she didn't think that he would be the only member of the council keeping an eye on their arrangement.

    As soon as the hologram flickered out of life and they were once more left alone. Area took a deep breath through her nose to steady herself,it wasn't every day that one encountered a Sith Lord and lived to tell the tale. She felt as Calens eyes moved to settle on her before he rose to his feet his former form once more towering above her.

    She felt as his arm wrapped around her own as he began to pull her up as she slowly settled onto her feet before him. She felt even more naked if that was possible stood before his clothed form and alone with him. She wondered if this would become a normal state of dress when alone in his presence. She watched as his hand moved to undo the knot of the gag as he eased the gag from her dry mouth.

    As he mentioned settling her into her other role she felt a shiver go down her spine. Soft goosebumps rising on her arms especially as she saw the small smile on his lips as he figured out the gag was her panties. Oh great the guards may have started a new tradition just what she needed. At his command of only using yes master or no master until told otherwise she gave a soft nod. She could do that, as he asked if she understood the reality of the situation she met his eyes and whispered a soft "yes master" she understood now more then ever that both her own life and those of her family lied on her own actions and whims of the sith before her.
     
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    "Good. Then let's try something simple. Come with me." Even as he said the words, he found himself wishing they weren't necessary. Perhaps he could see about securing some sort of leash for her, during the times they were away from the public eye, and he was free to enjoy her fully.

    Her chair at her desk was rather large, perfect for what he had in mind. Calen sat down and made himself comfortable, then took her arm and coaxed her forward, offering assistance with the order to come. "Sit down so you are facing me, with your legs on either side of me." He knew the command would be difficult, given how her hands were tied, but she was stronger than most, and he was willing to help at least a little.

    As he waited, Calen found himself simply enjoying her proximity. This was close to what he had imagined it would be like to have a slave, but different. Kane wasn't like the girls offered up on the station. She was strong, cunning. She was the sort of person worthy of being owned by a sith apprentice. If she served him loyally, someday he would see to it that she captained the most powerful ship in the fleet.

    "Now, I want you to start kissing the side of my neck, slowly at first, but speed up over time. Don't stop unless I tell you to do so." To Calen, this was the first real test. She knew she had to be seen as a prisoner by his master, or her death would be a foregone conclusion. Now he would find out if she could submit when the stakes weren't so obvious.
     
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    She followed after him as she made her way over towards her desk a pace faster to keep up with his longer stride. She stepped back as he took a seat and looked over her form before his fingers wrapped around her arm and coaxed her forward as he gave her the command to settle on his lap and place her legs each side of him.

    A soft frown came to her forehead as she attempted to figure out how to move and settle on top of him without face planting, she stepped forward as she leaned against the chair slightly as she managed to slide onto the chair her legs straining as she slipped and settled her legs each side of him as she felt his hand press against the side of her hip stopping her from falling on top of him. She wiggled in place and shifted as she managed to get herself in place on top of her.

    Finally, she was in place her legs bare legs pressing against his thighs she was straddling her lap her naked bottom pressing against his thighs as she shifted her hands tugging against the ropes on her wrists. She listened to his words as she nodded softly and muttered a soft “Yes Master” she had expected him to demand more of her, so she would happily kiss his neck.

    Area moved forward, straining on her arms as she attempted to move towards his neck without collapsing on top of him, her bound arms making it a difficult feat. However, somehow she managed, her lips coming to press against the side of his neck, where she placed a soft kiss, as began to trail along the length. Each kiss soft and lingering as she took her time to explore the flesh, as she became more confident her kisses against him sped up in pace as she worked a line along his neck and towards his collarbone.
     
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    His eyes drifted shut for just a moment as she started the string of kisses against his neck. It was such a simple thing, but to Calen, it was somehow intoxicating. He imagined it was in no small part because of the feeling of power that was associated with the gesture. He had had considerable power, but had surrendered it to him. Somehow, that made all of this a great deal more exciting.

    Without realizing he was doing anything, he let his hand drift up and down her back, absently tracing her spine, as much as her bound hands would allow. Her skin was warm and soft, and he found himself wishing that he were wearing less, in order to fully appreciate it. Once things were settled a bit, he would make it a point to do exactly that.

    For the moment, there were still other issues to consider. Even as his eyes drifted shut, he found himself thinking about her talents beyond pleasure. "For the moment, you can speak freely, but only so long as you keep doing what you are doing." He was vaguely aware of the fact that his breathing was starting to slow and grow deeper as his arousal built, and wondered if she could sense the change as she kissed his pulse. "Your first officer seems competent, though I haven't had a chance to go over his record. I've found that it is often preferable to promote an insider, rather than bring in someone who doesn't understand how the ship functions. Would you recommend promoting him to the new captain of the Hydra?"

    As he spoke, he slowly opened his eyes to study her as best he could, given how she was buried in his neck. Calen couldn't help but wonder if she understood the honor she was being offered. It was a rare thing to have the ear of a member of the sith order. Usually, they considered themselves too wise and powerful request input from anyone but their most trusted advisers. Calen could only imagine how his master would react if he knew Calen was asking his newest possession for input on how to handle fleet operations, even something as comparatively mundane as the chain of command on a small ship.
     
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    Area continued to run a line of kisses down over Calen’s throat and neck, she was gaining confidence as she pressed her lips against his flesh. Her lips lingering upon on one spot before moving to kiss at a new spot,her hair tumbling down around her form as she let her tongue dart out to lick at his flesh before moving to kiss once more as she moved to press another kiss on his collarbone before moving to his over side to bathe him in her attention.

    She felt his hand drift upwards up and down her back, his touch trailing a path of warmth along her back as she arched against him. Her breasts pressing against his chest, her nipples rubbed with the abrasive material of his clothing as it teased them to hardness. Her lips pressed along the next expanse of his neck on offer to her as she placed careful kisses upon his throat.

    She whispered upon his neck a soft “yes master” at his command that she could speak freely as long as she continued to continue with her task. She listened to him speak as her lips pressed kisses along the surface of his neck, she could feel his body beginning to respond to her as his pulse began to change under her lips. The slight changes led her to believe she was at least on the way to pleasing him with her actions, hopefully, it would be enough for the time being. As he began to speak about Koren she listened carefully even as she made sure to keep her attention upon his neck, putting as much effort s she could into the task he had set her. She paused for a moment as she talked against the side of his neck “Koren is a good candidate” she paused as she placed another kiss on his flesh.

    “He is driven and loyal, He is well respected” she placed another kiss, this time upon his pulse point, the kiss lingering before moving to another spot before speaking once more against his skin “ I would recommend him any day, even more so for the Hydra. He would be a good captain” She understood that most Sith wouldn’t even ask her opinion on the matter, after all, she was a slave now. Even then most Sith wouldn’t have even asked for her input as a captain within the fleet. But Koren was a good choice for the Hydra, he would make sure that the crew was protected and they continued on the good work that she had managed to begin as captain of this ship.
     

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