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.<br/><br/>"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.<br/><br/>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."<br/><br/>"Yes, sir."<br/><br/>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."