With a furrowing of his brows, Aodha responded, "Part of it? From what I've seen they<i>are </i>the blockade."  What followed, though, allowed Aodha to groan aloud at the unfortunate circumstances he now found himself in the middle of. Politics had never been much his specialty and much less the machinations of another race some halfway across the galaxy, for that matter. "Look. That's a Captial class Battleship. Capital 'C' capital. As in, a single point defense weapon emplacement is enough to slag the<i>Aurora </i>faster than your pet Orgsli could sneeze." The growl was still there in his voice as he broke the unfortunate news to his highborn stowaway, "The<i>Aurora </i>was never built for smuggling live cargo. Seeing as your kind has cornered the market in<i>that </i>regard. You'd not survive ten minutes stashed away out of sight and I'd rather not have the Serilline high council out for my ass with the death of a damned Blueblooded spoiled brat." That alone would be worse than a death sentence for a human.<br/><br/>Standing, Aodha ran his hand through his strawberry colored hair once more. While he didn't say it aloud, Aodha was more than aware of his own implicit demise should the woman's words be true; considering her deliverance he found little reason to doubt that much. Perhaps, not any manner in which she might be cognizant of. Afterall he was but a human in the realm of the mighty Serilline. They traded his kind with but a whim. "No, they'd make sure everyone knew what happened." He started, still pacing across the dining area, eyes focused elsewhere. "The young highborn murdered at the hands of some human rouge. It would give them a reason to explain away their involvement or overall planning of the coup. You might disappear but you can be damned sure they would keep me around for some time to come. Probably impose more sanctions on the Terrian Assembly as a whole, as well, and use this as an excuse to further weaken our position in relation to the other races." Of course, Aodha was simply speaking his thoughts aloud. Ithe always encouraged such behavior; if only so she could tease or ridicule him for it later.<br/><br/>Turning, Aodha let his emerald eyes fall onto the frightening figure across from him; the simple Kortharien dress making her appear younger still. Not that her kind even showed their age until a handful of centuries, in his experiences. "Unless. You were my slave." It was a thought that came to Aodha seemingly all at once. His ship had plenty of the collars needed to be fitting to a person in order to ensure their compliance, for one, and the simple forms needed to officiate the transfer of will from one person to the other.<br/><br/>A low '<i>ping</i>' echoed through the ship's halls followed by a soft feminine voice announcing, "<i>Destination is now twenty-five minutes away.</i>" That destination being, of course, the<i>Asaring Supremacy</i>.