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Post by Iris on Feb 18, 2012 21:46:15 GMT -5
:: You see a dimly lit sign, "Accepting Applicants for the Slavers and Mercenary Division," right over the wall as you approach. ::
It is a trashy building, the interior carbon scored and marked with signs of other explosives. The inside hallway leads only one direction, and if you follow it you end up in a small office. The domed roof overhead is open at the top, allowing more than artificial light to brighten its contents.
Lord Iris Strife sits at the desk in the office, her legs propped up upon it. She doesn't seem to notice you or is ignoring your presence as she daydreams or sleeps, her head resting against the back of the chair she sits in.
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Post by Iris on Feb 21, 2012 8:46:02 GMT -5
The speakers in the office flair to life, chiming three different notes to alert the empty office of an announcement, a ragged female computer voice plays, "Slaver JANIS is hereby promoted to Petty Chief Slaver, congra-."
Iris is woken up and punches her desk to stop the computer from playing the message further. She pours herself a tall glass of synthol, downs it in several seconds, then passes out on her desk.
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Post by Krasnak on Feb 22, 2012 3:05:16 GMT -5
Janis Andor strolls casually though HQ while whistling to the tune of her favorite cantina songs. She takes notice of her employer slumped over her desk as she heads over to a terminal to do some research into potential picking grounds for new slaves but does not seem outwardly affected.
The sound of clacking keys and electronic notifications from the terminal can be heard as Janis becomes lost in scouring the holonet for information.
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Post by Zail on Feb 22, 2012 3:31:35 GMT -5
Jallan sits in one of the other chambers of the building near the office working meticulously on a new barrel, straining his neck a bit at the hours he had thus far spent coring out the block of metal.
Instinctively he reached up to rub his neck, hand brushing the collar, a mild shock causing him to juggle the tools in his hands.
"Damn..." he muttered. He was due to travel to Balmorra, and find his sister, but needed to get this taken care of before a shuttle arrived to ferry him to the planet.
Hearing the heavy thump of armored feet and the whistle of familiar music enter one of the other rooms, the chiss started to clean off the table and place everything he was working on back in his posessions, the barrel he intended to store within one of his coat's compartments.
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Post by Iris on Feb 22, 2012 16:29:03 GMT -5
Iris sits up, as her eyes open -- to anyone that would deign to look her in the eyes -- one could see that they are stark red. She stands up in a stupor, almost falling over as she catches herself on her desk. She walks to her office door and notices Janis working on a terminal. She supports herself using the doorframe and speaks to her, "Hey," she says in an overly low tone, "What are you doing?"
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Post by Krasnak on Feb 22, 2012 19:58:47 GMT -5
Swift as a jungle cat, Janis spins on her heel and pulls her chrome plated blaster on Iris in surprise. Quickly realizing her mistake, she holsters the weapon on her hip and exhales in what appears to be relief.
"Apologies, Sir. Forgot I was back at HQ for a moment there."
Janis shuts the terminal down casually and then faces her boss, resting her hands on her hips.
"Just lookin' into some leads, Sir. A girl's gotta eat," she pauses for a moment to think, "...and restock her supply of electrodarts and high explosives."
She looks down and chuckles to herself at that thought and then locks her gaze back on Iris.
"Something you need?"
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Post by Iris on Feb 22, 2012 21:04:32 GMT -5
Already somewhat inhibited, she looks enraged to have a blaster pulled on her in her own office. She reaches out a hand and yanks your whole belt, along with the holster and blaster -- into her hand. If you resist she simply applies more Force to the action.
She stumbles out of the doorway and begins haphazardly walking down the hallway. "You'll get this back when you satisfactorily explain to my slave the principles of blaster use."
Sensing Jallan's location to only be a few doors down, she tosses the belt at him with not so much as an explanation and then walks off to a dark room in the office.
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Post by Zail on Feb 22, 2012 21:30:18 GMT -5
Jallan bowed as the equipment belt and blaster landed in the room he was working on, narrowly avoiding being hit by it.
He picked up the object and returned to the room, placing the blaster in an equipment storage bin and engaging the lock.
Sitting in his chair he neatly folded his hands on the table and waited with his head bowed.
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Post by Iris on Feb 22, 2012 22:07:34 GMT -5
Slumps down in a corner of the empty, dark room she ended up in. Seems to sober up a bit in the proceeding minutes, asks herself in the dark, "What am I doing here?"
She stands and walks out of the room and into the one Jallan was in, her swagger improved to only slight dysfunction in her gait.
She sits down next to, but not close to, him. She doesn't say anything.
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Post by Zail on Feb 22, 2012 22:27:23 GMT -5
Jallan remained in his position, eyes watching her, then going to the door, then going to her again. He carefully regulated his breathing.
"Is there something I may do for you, Mistress?"
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Post by Iris on Feb 23, 2012 1:32:45 GMT -5
Rubs the area around her horns, "Take that blaster-sling I gave you, and bring it back to Janis."
"I need to make a holotransmission..." she mutters, as she gives Jallan a glance at her bloodshot eyes. She walks from the room, back straight to her office and closes the security field.
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Post by Zail on Feb 23, 2012 3:07:56 GMT -5
Jallan obediently picks up the blaster sling and walks it to Janis.
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Post by Iris on Feb 25, 2012 19:02:07 GMT -5
Leaves the building. Returns several hours later, greeting everyone that she passes with a grin. She walks into her office, and puts a new name placard on her desk.
"Loan Director."
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Post by Iris on Feb 26, 2012 12:49:53 GMT -5
Slams her fist down on her desk, shattering several datapads that happened to be in the way.
"That... little cunt." she spits out.
Views the holorecording again: the image shows a young Chiss woman with a long blaster rifle, shooting two of her guards and then subsequently freeing the two slaves held in captivity in her holding cells.
"SAMATHA," she yells into her console, "Call in the exterminators for me..."
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Post by Iris on Feb 27, 2012 21:21:33 GMT -5
:: A sound of a gear hitting a stop permeates through the office... ::
Executive Finances Main Computer: "Computer Reset. Systems Normal. Notification, one pending. Commence playback...
"Slaver Mishkaal is hereby promoted to Lieutenant Slaver of the 2nd Mercenary Slaver Battalion, congratulations."
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