[Unexpected Cargo] The Isabella
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				Title: <strong>[Unexpected Cargo] The Isabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dorian Grandale</strong> on <strong>08-12-2012, 22:45:47</strong>
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				"Of all places to get stuck at.."<br><br>The young human silently cursed his luck as he nursed his ship, a Guardian class armed transport, into port. Two of four engines were smoking almost complete wrecks, their corresponding propellers swinging and turning idly in the breeze, the other two labored to stay running due to damage. Swarms of coglings flitted about them, doing their best to keep them running, but there was only so much the little constructs could do with no materials to effect repairs with.<br><br>Raiders. They had thought his ship was a Turncoat. A covert troop carrier. By the time one of their mages had scanned his ship, and announced there was no troops aboard, the damage had been done. And of course, instead of helping, they had turned and ran. '<strong>Frelling bastards..</strong>' the pilot cursed again.<br><br>"Come on baby, hold together.." the lone pilot muttered as he feathered the controls, afraid that too big of a course correction might deprive the ship of its failing propulsion. He really did not want to have to rely on <em>that</em> to get the ship to port, again. And to top it all off, this was a port belonging to a nation he had never visited before. But it had been the closest one he could find. He'd likely have to sell most of his cargo, at cut rates, just to get the repairs done.<br><br>However, once he was at port, he felt his luck began to turn slightly, as he managed to get enough coin to effect repairs, and he found a local that had enough contact with Britannians to offer him a job. A simple pickup-and-drop-off job. What the bastard neglected to tell him, is that the pickup was on a pirate base. And by some miracle of timing, it was being assaulted by a rival pirate faction. Just great.<br><br>As he made a quick, if messy, landing at the base's landing pad, a couple of steamjack loaders lumbered closer, some very large crates on their arms. Seems they were waiting for him. He wondered if those would even fit through the cargo doors. He thumbed a control on the main panel, the large doors on the side of the ship openening slowly. '<strong>That bastard back at port better have my payment ready..</strong>' the pilot thought as the loaders placed the larger crates inside the hold..
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Cargo (Sara Nilsson and Dorian Grandale)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>08-12-2012, 23:24:31</strong>
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				"Alright you maggots! Get those crates loaded and DONT damage them this time you useless dung eaters!" The harbor master screams out as the heavy siege ballistae around the post did what they could to keep the enemy at bay, he was silenty impressed with this young captains skill and daring for making port in the middle of a war. A crossbow bolt comes sailing over his head taking his large feathered hat with it and he just sighs loudly. "You have to do better you sons of motherless goats!"<br><br>The heavy loaders stomping across the wooden dock with the heavy crates, all of them marked with the company logo of a parrot on a skull. Despite the harbor masters screams they did the job carefully and without incident even if the last crate takes a little work to get in before the hold doors can close again. "Right captain, that was some fancy flying coming in. You got balls son I will give you that, of course it is always easier out then in. Much like with wenches eh?" He nudges the young captain in the ribs and lets out an obscene laugh before handing over the cargo manifest and the ownership papers. "Right, you just sign that there and you can be off to enjoy yourself between the thighs of some slut" As soon as the transfer papers are signed he vaults over the railing and his boots land with a heavy thud on the dock even as one of the enemy ships comes steaming in to try and get some boarders inside the pirate base.<br><br>"Unless you wish to wet your blade you better be of son" he gives a little wave before drawing his massive sword and with a bellow charges into the fray.<br><br>Inside one of the crates a pair of eyes peer out curiously through a tiny knothole in the planks, but the view is obstructed by just another crate but at least it allows some air inside of the little prison. Long nails scrape against the wood in an attempt to widen the little hole but it is slow going and a soft little curse that while interesting is really anatomically impossible is heard before a loud THUD rocks the crate ever so slightly followed by another stream of curses in a mystical tongue that no one aboard would have understood anyway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Cargo (Sara Nilsson and Dorian Grandale)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dorian Grandale</strong> on <strong>09-12-2012, 00:42:39</strong>
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				Hearing the dockmaster colorfully motivating the loader pilots brought a small smile to his face. It reminded him of long gone days, when he was but a dockhand at the New London harbor. Those had been hard days indeed, living day to day, staying one step ahead of the gangs..<br><br>He was broken away from his reverie, as a ballista bolt from a small skiff that had come too close to the pad, hit the side of the ship, barely denting the armor, but the sound resonated throughout the cargo hold. "Why you.." he said, working a small control panel on his wrist. The ship's turrets began targeting, and after&nbsp; a moment, a broadside of steamgun fire was returned, forcing the skiff that had shot at them to retreat, its weapon damaged, and its engine trailing smoke. He laughed softly at the master's lewd comments. The fellow reminded him of his own dockmaster, back in New London. Sages knew just how many times the old T'Gari had pulled his ass out of the fire. <br><br>He casually accepted the clipboard with the papers, signing unhurriedly, noting the boarders coming in. "Hmm, I think you're right. Can't be late delivering this stuff.." he said, climbing back into the ship through one of the cargo doors. "Best of luck, <em>compadre</em>!" he called out as the dockmaster charged back in, the dockhands hustling behind him, using the loaders' powerful arms as clubs against the boarders.<br><br>Without a moment to waste, the Guardian's engines sucked hard on their Lucense Oil reserves, powering it back into the air, its belly heavy with cargo. One of the engines sputtered and coughed, its reserve of oil running low. The pilot grimaced at that, looking regretfully at the fuel gauges. "Come on, baby. Just get up there. I'll carry ya.." the pilot said, mostly to himself, reaching out with a bit of his.. power, to help the old girl back into the air. Once well propelled in the direction he wanted to go, he powered off the engines, and continued to 'push' the ship along with his power. It would take much longer to get back, but at least, he would get there, he thought, holding the side of his head as he concentrated.<br><br>Back in the cargo bay, the large boxes had shifted around, as the dockhands did not have time to lash then all securely..
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Cargo (Sara Nilsson and Dorian Grandale)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>09-12-2012, 01:12:05</strong>
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				The nail keeps scratching at the hole determined to try and make some progress when the loud sound rocks through the cargo hold from the bolt hitting the armored side, much like being inside a bell when it is rung. A loud agonized howl is heard from the crate as the poor occupant as it must be in quite a lot of pain from that, and a few loud bangs rocks the crate slightly as the person inside pounds the side in anger.<br><br>Had someone peered straight into the little hole they would have seen a slightly feline eye peering out curiously and then the nail returns scraping at the side this time it seems to be moving around and then a loud thud as if the occupant threw itself at the crate rocking it ever so slightly. As the ship powers up and takes off again the crates who never got lashed down properly starts shifting and a loud yelp of fear is heard throughout the cargo hold as the mysterious crate slides across the hold to slam into another one with full force.<br><br>Several repeated poundings seem to cause a small crack even on the sturdy crate as whatever is inside seems to be getting desperate to try and break free. A brief silence falls on the cargo hold before a howl of frustration and then a staccato of poundings on the crate making it rock slightly. Now and then a harder thud is heard making the crate rock a little bit more, and even through the noise of the engines the racket from the cargo hold slowly filters throughout the small airship to reach the young captains ears as he steers away from the battle and the rather colorful harbor master.
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				Post by: <strong>Dorian Grandale</strong> on <strong>09-12-2012, 02:25:22</strong>
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				He starts some, as he heard the thumps and scrapings from the cargo bay. '<strong>Damn. Some of the cargo might be loose..</strong>' he thought, reaching down to power the engines back up, gently releasing his 'grip' on the ship, letting the floater drive resume its function.<br><br>He retrieved his gas pistol from the webbing strung on the back of his plot chair, he slid it into the holster on his belt. Putting on a jacket before exiting the cockpit, he inspected the rest of the ship as he went. The tiny cabin that was his home proper was the first. Then the galley, which was as small as the room. Next were the infirmary, then the small hatch that led to the floater drive room. Lastly, at the end of the narrow corridor, was the large hatch to the cargo bay.<br><br>He opened the door slowly, and peered out into the hold, inconsistencies in the floater field making the ship list from side to side slowly. It looked like most, if not all, of the cargo was loose. And judging by the splinters on the floor, one of the crates was damaged.<br><br>His 'sense', as he called it, began to ping. He frowned deeply. There was.. someone in there. And that meant only one thing. He had picked up a stowaway. But how? he thought. '<strong>I was in front of the cargo doors the entire time..</strong>' he thought, sliding the weapon out of its holster, then slowly stepping into the expansive room. He immediately noticed the damaged crate, though the damage did not seem to come from outside, but from the inside..<br><br>It then clicked into place. Whoever it was, had been brought in, along with the cargo. He pointed the gun at the large crate with the damage. "Who's in there!? Speak, or so Sages help me I'll throw you, crate and all, into the ocean!"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Cargo (Sara Nilsson and Dorian Grandale)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>09-12-2012, 02:49:27</strong>
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				&nbsp;"Who's in there!? Speak, or so Sages help me I'll throw you, crate and all, into the ocean!"<br><br>Timid little knockings can be heard from the crate as a soft little female voice calls out "please Sir! Don't throw me overboard!" panic clear in her voice and little sobbings emerge. "please Mister.. I mean no hard.. I am unarmed. Please don't throw me overboard, I had to try and escape! It was horrible, fire and smoke everywhere. Blood.. so much blood. please please please please please" the voice slowly trails away to be replaced with the sound of someone crying their eyes out in misery. Her despair assaulting his mind with hammer like blows with a strong undercurrent of desperation, it is quite clear that whoever she is she is very desperate and very miserable.<br><br>"please mister.. please dont throw me overboard.. I will do anything you want! You can have my body. just please" a little shuffling sound is heard from inside the crate and then only her heartbroken sobs can be heard.
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				Post by: <strong>Dorian Grandale</strong> on <strong>09-12-2012, 03:23:24</strong>
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				The grip on his weapon slackened as whoever it was in the crate - obviously a female - began crying. The mental buffeting from her unbridled terror cut through his soul, stronger than any physical blade. He put the gun away, his hands shaking at this point. "Okay.. okay." he said, keeping his speech short, not trusting his voice not to crack. "I.. I won't throw out. Just.. give me a moment.." he said, stepping back, leaning against the metal wall of the cargo room.<br><br>'<strong>Who.. is this??</strong>' he thought fiercely, trying to shake the terrible feelings he was receiving from him. He cursed softly to himself. He should have gotten these.. things in his head trained. But he had not thought about that, back when they first showed up. '<strong>Why are her emotions reaching me so?</strong>' he thought, sighing deeply as he finally got some control over himself.<br><br>He pushed off the wall, and approached the crate. He inspected it carefully. It had hinges on the lid, but it had been padlocked shut, just like all the others. It could be, that's she's part of the cargo. '<strong>No. It could not have been. She would have been in an animal crate, not a cargo one. She would not have survived otherwise..</strong>' he thought. He then looked to one of the tool boxes, and retrieved a crowbar. "Stand back." he said, grunting some as he worked the crowbar under the latch and the lock, before prying the latch completely off, since he did not have the key to any of these crates.<br><br>The lid was easy enough to open afterward, still, he hesitated some moments before slowly opening it and looking inside.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>09-12-2012, 04:57:35</strong>
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				A young woman lays curled up at the bottom of the crate, wearing a short red tunic that barely covers her bruised body. Long brown hair cascades down her back as she peers up with tear streaked eyes, "please dont kill me sir" she whimpers and crawls out of the cage giving him a good view of her slender legs covered in old bruises. Her right eye almost not able to open up as it is swollen shut and around her neck she has a thick metallic collar with leather and fur on the inside so it doesn't press against the skin. It obviously has hinges on one side and a padlock on the other, and unknown to him there are sharp silver spikes pointed inwards just hidden under the leather and the fur.<br><br>She reaches up with her hands and pushes the straps of her tunic down over her shoulder and lets it fall down to the floor revealing her naked body to him. More bruises and a collection of whipmarks across her breasts and back stand out against her slightly dirty skin as her entire body trembles in utmost fear.<br><br>"does.. sir wish to use me?" she whimpers softly, her entire body language speaking of long term abuse and he can feel the terror oozing out of her.
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				Post by: <strong>Dorian Grandale</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 12:07:30</strong>
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				"Stars in heaven.."<br><br>His senses were directly assaulted now, at the pitiful display the female was. He watched almost helplessly as she struggled to get out of the crate. Part of him wanted to cradle her in his arms, reassure her that it would be alright, but he knew better. No. He could not do that, not again. He had known all that pain too well before. Just being near, he could feel the torrent of fear and despair coming from her. If he touched her while unprepared, she would likely knock him out..<br><br>"I'm not going to-" he started, but was cut off in mid thought. His eyes go wide, as she divests herself of the short tunic she was wearing, clad in nothing else. The bruises, the whip marks. All clear indicators of an abused slave, as if the metal collar around her neck was not proof enough. '<strong>Who could do such a thing?</strong>' he thought. '<strong>But, do I really want to know? Whoever her owner is, is likely looking for her.. unless they are dead..</strong>' He looked down at his feet, bringing a hand up to cover part of his face as he spoke. "Please, put your clothes back on. I'm not going to.. use you." he said, steeling himself as he moved slowly closer, wincing a little as he placed his hand on her shoulder. The torrent was stronger then, but not unbearably so, now that he was somewhat ready for it. It still clawed at him like a rabid beast, wearing at his control. "Please, look at me." he said softly. "Look, I'm not going to hurt you. Follow me. We'll get you cleaned up, alright." he said, letting his hand fall off her shoulder, and walking over to the hatch leading to the hallway, looking back to see if she would indeed follow.
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				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 14:45:34</strong>
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				As he looks back the shock and suprise seems to have ebbed somewhat along with more distance to shield himself so he can get a better view of her as she stands looking a bit confused. Clearly she had expected him to take advantage of the offer and fuck her, and judging by the marks probably abuse her. He has to admit that under the dirt and bruises she is really pretty, a sweet face with soft almost feline lines. Her eyes while filled with fear show a promise of a deep kindness and a kind of depth that men easily can drown in. Being a man he cant help a quick glance downwards, over her slender neck hidden behind the heavy collar, over her slender shoulders to the rather ample breasts. Ok he has to admit to himself they are very nice, large enough so that they press together by themselves but not overly large even on her slender figure. A nice thin waist, ok a bit too thin but that is probably just from lack of food as the hips are nice and wide giving her the classical hour class figure. A different man would probably call her hips perfect for bearing children, his eyes wander down across her bruised slender legs to her feet as she shifts back and fourth nervously.<br><br>She leans forward giving him another wonderful view of her marvelous breasts and her firm behind as she picks up the flimsy clothing and puts it back on before padding on her bare feet over to him, he notes she walks very silently. Probably deathly afraid of disturbing whatever raw brute owned her before, judging by her timid and skittish behavior she probably isn't the type to want to be hurt.<br><br>"yes sir.. thank you for understanding and not throwing me off your ship. are you the owner of the ship and cargo?" her voice almost at a level where he has to focus to even hear it, her arms cradling herself and she rocks back and fourth.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Dorian Grandale</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 15:23:47</strong>
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				He opened the hatch, waiting for her to pass through before closing it again. He had to admit, her figure was very distracting, sultry even, battered and bruised as she was now. He made a mental note to chack the container she had been in for anything important, then kick it off the ship, just in case.<br><br>He had to strain a bot to hear her talk, which worried him more. If she was this afraid, as he could readily feel from her, what use would she be? Her sudden curiosity about the cargo piqued him. '<strong>So there is some intelligence somewhere in there..</strong>' he thought. He looked back at her, though he kept any suspicion out of his expression. Just because she was a slave, did not mean she was ignorant, after all. "Ship is paid for and mine, as far as I know. The Isabella, I call her." he said, patting one of the bulkheads as he passed by. "Cargo is in my possession as well.. until I deliver it, that is." he said, silently fuming a bit about the bad deal, then stopping by the bathroom door. "Here. You'll find some soap and washcloths in the shelf. You can wash up and.. clean up some of those marks. Would not do to catch an infection from those.." he said, opening the door and flicking on the switch, a light crystal shining bright behind its glass covering. "I'll get you a towel shortly."<br><br>The bathroom itself was a small affair, a sink/toilet combination facing away from the door, and a small, square shower area, fenced out by a thin, green canvas curtain.
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				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 15:46:52</strong>
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				She listens intently as he speaks, silently padding after him with a grace that doesn't match her current state. "Isabella? That is a nice name sir, for a fine vessel." She stops and presses her ear against the bulkhead as her hands almost caresses the bulkhead, "ever noticed that if you listen carefully you can almost hear a heartbeat from the engine? I always loved that, I used to..when.." she trails off with sadness creeping into her voice and shakes her head. "nevermind sir, I was woolgathering" she pads up to him and peeks into the bathroom eyes alight with curiosity. <br><br>"so the cargo is yours.. you must be rather wealthy then sir to afford such a fine ship and the cargo" she reaches up and lets the filthy tunic flutter to the floor revealing her torn back to him and her inviting hips and ass. "I am grateful for your aid and the chance to wash up. So hate being dirty, specially in such fine surroundings such as this master" her change of title for him deftly hidden as her body is revealed again to his eyes. Slowly she turns and lets her eyes peer into his, now they seem to be much more cheerful and brimming with intelligence. "and does the captain of the fine ship Isabella have a name? I am Malinche Tebin by the way." 
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				Post by: <strong>Dorian Grandale</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 16:13:35</strong>
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				He listened, and wondered a bit as she spoke. '<strong>Hmm, sounds like she's had a few owners. Some better than others..</strong>' he thought. Once again, her apparent disregard for her own modesty caught him off guard, a mix of arousal and distress coming over him, seeing her badly lashed back, and those tight, very squeezable buttocks.<br><br>Her new title for him was only half heard by him, as he managed to tear his gaze off her body as she turned.&nbsp; '<strong>Stars above, she is gorgeous, even now..</strong>' he thought, her second question almost missed. "Oh, ah yes, of course." he said, her gaze on his making him lean back a little, but he held his ground. "I'm Captain Tarkannen Meinos Serevi, at your service." he said, bowing his head a bit, quickly bringing his gaze back up as that bow had placed his gaze rather.. low on her naked body. "Rather.. pleased to meet you, Miss Tebin." he said, nodding quickly. Then and only then, he backed up a step, so she could close the door. "I.. shall leave you to your shower. Careful with the hot water. It comes straight from the floater drive's radiators.." he cautioned, then continued on towards the cabin, intent on getting that towel.. as well as getting his growing problem under control..<br><br>"Wait a minute! What did she call me!?"
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				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 20:39:10</strong>
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				She giggles as he introduces himself with the bow and everything and she courtesies in return "pleased to meet you master" as the door closes she turns the faucet on and runs her hand through the piping hot water with a sigh, she always did love water specially to just lay and play in it all day. She scoops up a handful and lets it trickle down her back just to savor the feeling before she starts scrubbing herself fiercely, if there is one thing she cannot stand it is being filthy. It wasn't that she was vain, more that she just hated dirt with a passion that bordered on irrational. As the filth slowly is being washed away she lets out a loud purr that resonates from deep within her and she looks up into the mirror, her sweet face looking back with slitted eyes. With a shake of her head they slowly reform into their human form as she again curses the darn collar.<br><br>She looks at the closed door and tilts her head, her new owner seems nice. A bit shy but very nice, she feels a lot more comfortable around him then her previous one. She tilts her head so the water splashes her straight in the face and just savors the feeling for a few heartbeats before turning off the shower knowing that water tends to be a scarce commodity on ships like this. She steps out of the little shower area dripping wet and just awaits the towel.
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				Post by: <strong>Dorian Grandale</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 23:45:26</strong>
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				"Did she.. just call me.. Master.. twice?" he muttered to himself as he looked on his shelves for a towel. As he found it, he frowned. Of course, it had to be the last one. Curse his forgetfulness sometimes. He took it from the shelf, stopping for a moment. '<strong>Why would she call me that? I've not told her anything of the sort!</strong>' he mused, walking slowly back to the bathroom, trying to get his thoughts under control. She was beautiful yes, but he refused to be thought as one of those filthy, evil people, using young girls as simple objects for their pleasure. He refused to think of another sentient being as mere property. It just.. did not sit right. <br><br>He noted the water had stopped, which meant she was likely done with her shower. He lightly knocked on the door. "Miss Tebin, I have you towel." Slowly, he opened the door, but tried not to look inside, sticking his rm through the open doorway, offering the thick, black towel to her. "Here you go." he said, taking his arm back out once she took it. "If you're hungry, I could.. prepare something for both of us.."
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				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>11-12-2012, 00:03:24</strong>
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				She giggles softly as he just presses his arm and the towel inside, as if her nude body almost offended him. "thank you master, and please you do not have to call me miss. I am not a lady that is for sure" she grins and takes the towel and purrs loudly at the softness. Oh to be clean again! She pushes the door open so they can talk more easily, her own nudity not bothering her at all. Wasn't that the most natural thing in the world? She always hated when she has to be dressed and preferred to pad around as nature had intended, even if this form was a bit vulnerable to cold sadly.<br><br>"Wouldn't it be more efficient if I cook something and you tend to the ship master? I am a very good cook, my previous owner never complained and he was quite the gourmand." she of course doesn't mean the brute that owned her for a short while, she doesn't even want to call him anything like that. She wraps the towel around her long hair and walks over to him, her hips swaying seductively as each step makes her full breast bounce ever so slightly. "Unless you changed your mind about wanting me now that I am cleaned up?" Her whole demeanor so different from before, now that he is her master she is back on familiar ground and her world is complete again. And she must say as far as they go, he is very handsome, seems to do ok and apparently can protect himself. Which is perfect to her, means he can protect her as well and should he so wish it any cubs he might wish to have on her. 
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				Post by: <strong>Dorian Grandale</strong> on <strong>11-12-2012, 01:11:55</strong>
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				He was about to go back to the cockpit, when she pushed the door open, exposing her now clean body to his sight. He'd later blame the few months he had been without companionship for that, but his gaze gravitated toward her body, scanning her from bottom to top, unable to really stop himself. Her words finally snapped him out, as he looked up, a little annoyance slipping past his control. "Why do you call me Master? I do not own you." he said, her own deprecation annoying him further. "Until I see proof of the contrary, all women are ladies in my eyes, worthy of my respect." he said, already cursing himself for sounding so harsh.<br><br>Her offer to cook, however, did not go unnoticed. "Hmm, well. That could be an idea.. after we get something to put on you, other than that dirty thing.." he said, nudging the red tunic on the floor with his boot. Her renewed offer of her body to him irked some, but he would not allow that to show. '<strong>Yeah. All I need now is to make her feel hurt, after all she's endured..</strong>' he thought "Look, I do think you're beautiful, and very desirable. I'd be lying if I said I did not want you. But.. I don't think that's a good idea." he said, looking a side for a moment. '<strong>Tarkan, you walk away. Walk away, now..</strong>' he commanded himself. "I'll.. go find you something to wear." he said, slowly backpedaling, pulling the door closed softly as he did. '<strong>This is not going to end well..</strong>'
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Cargo (Sara Nilsson and Dorian Grandale)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>11-12-2012, 02:22:55</strong>
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				She blinks in utter confusion by his outburst and as the door closes after him she reaches up to scratch her head. "hmm ok.." she mumbles to herself and sits down to try and figure him out. Her first thought is that he is one of those into the same gender but then he obviously is gazing lustily at her body and he even admitted it himself. His reaction makes little sense to her and then it slowly starts dawning on her.<br><br>&nbsp;"Until I see proof of the contrary, all women are ladies in my eyes, worthy of my respect." he had said, meaning slaves are in his eyes somehow something bad. So she just needs to explain to him that it isnt at all so. Armed with this new information she feels a lot better about her new owner, he isnt insane just misinformed and once she has set the record straight things will be better between them. Perhaps he is virgin and thus a little hesitant afraid she will be offended if he doesnt know what to do? Yes that could be it too.<br><br>Then again if we was more interested in boys she is sure she can help him trade her for a cute boy to play with instead, if he confesses to prefer that. She just needs to be open with him, that is the key.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Cargo (Sara Nilsson and Dorian Grandale)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dorian Grandale</strong> on <strong>11-12-2012, 03:27:36</strong>
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				'<strong>What do I do?</strong>' he thought, his mind a torrent of chaos. He walks down to the storage room, intent on finding something for her to wear. First he's sent to collect cargo from a base that's being attacked, now this. '<strong>She thinks I'm her master now. How did this-</strong>' he begins morosely thinking, then he remembers. She asked about the cargo. He had said.. the cargo was his. And since she was part of the cargo, that meant..<br><br>He shook his head, mentally throwing his hands up in defeat. She had him dead to rights on that one. '<strong>Well, that's official. I'm a freaking slaver now.</strong>' he thought, opening the door to the storage room, and looking in some of the crates there. '<strong>That may be, but that don't mean I have to be like them..</strong>' He had put stuff here that he simply wanted to forget about. That would not be happening today, as he looked through one of the boxes, picking out a nice, long dress, then closing the box again. '<strong>She would want me to put them to be put to use..</strong>' he thought, closing the box, then the door as he exited.<br><br>He headed back to the bathroom, slowly opening the door, and looking in. '<strong>Might as well get used to her.. body..</strong>' "I have brought you something. I hope it will fit you.." he said, trying his best to keep his gaze on her face, which was not such a difficult task at all.<br><br>The dress was simple, common quality green silk, cut rather low in the back, the front seemingly having being altered for a rather.. busty female.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Cargo (Sara Nilsson and Dorian Grandale)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>12-12-2012, 16:11:34</strong>
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				She takes the dress and holds it up, her eyes widening. She doesn't need to ask why he has a womans dress handy, the pain is pretty evident no matter how much he tries to hide it. "Master, this is lovely.. but are you sure? I wont mind just going naked until I can wash up my tunic." Her voice soft and understanding as she reaches a hand out to place it over his heart.<br><br>"I feel I have hurt you, it is clear you do not wish to own me. So when it is time for you to deliver the cargo I can sneak into the box again and try my luck in escaping the pirates." Nevermind that the punishment for a runaway slave are usually very harsh, it is clear that she doesn't want to cause him any pain as she holds the dress close to herself her eyes large and thoughtful.<br><br>"Oh.. well yes you are my master, the cargo belongs to you and I was in the cargo. But.. I understand, a lot of men are not comfortable with the idea of owning another sentient being." She neatly avoids using the word human as she is anything but. She can feel his heart beating against her palm as she slowly extends the other hand to hand the dress back not wanting to soil the memories it brings with it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Cargo (Sara Nilsson and Dorian Grandale)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dorian Grandale</strong> on <strong>12-12-2012, 16:43:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He scoffed a little at that. As if he did not have enough trouble just looking at her now. "This is my ship, missy. And I say there's to be no nude ladies walking around." he said. He opened his mouth to say something else, but her hand alighting gently upon his chest stopped him cold, his eyes widening, complete shock now in them. '<strong>H-how.. how did she know!?</strong>' he thought. It was just like.. she used to do, to calm him. The sudden memories made him almost shuddered, along with her touch. '<strong>It.. it has to be a coincidence! But..</strong>'<br><br>He looked at her, his eyes almost overflowing with that carefully walled away guilt, now breaking out for her to see. Her statement about trying to escape the pirates made him shake his head softly, as he blinked out tears from his eyes. He could not let this happen again. He would not let this happen again. He promised her. "I.. cannot let you do that. They would kill you, just for trying. And I could not live with that." he said, a hand coming up to cover hers. "<sub>Not again..</sub>"<br><br>He then placed his other hand over hers holding the dress, and gently moved it back to her chest. "Please. Wear it, for me. I would like you to. And.. she would have wanted it so, too.." he said, his whole body shivering some, in an heroic attempt not to break down. "As.. for the rest.. we.. can talk about it. Later." he said, th hand upon his heart moving over to gently caress her face. "I will not abandon you. Not this time.." he said, a bit cryptically.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Cargo (Sara Nilsson and Dorian Grandale)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>12-12-2012, 17:17:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She is a bit taken aback by the raw guilt and overwhelming grief in his voice and his eyes, she leans into his hand as it caresses her face so tenderly. He reminded her so of a lost hurt cub, she takes a step closer and slides both arms around him. Right hand wandering up along his spine to vanish into his thick hair as she tilts his head down to rest against her shoulder as she purrs gently into his ear. The urge to bare her fangs and rip whoever did this to him so overwhelming.<br><br>"I will.. wear it proudly then, for you and for her master. No need to say anything else now, and I promise to behave ok?" she looks into his eyes with a warm smile on her face, the heavy collar pressing against his cheek as she cradles him close to her shoulder. Nothing sexual at all in her embrace despite her being totally naked, just someones maternal instincts wanting to cradle a wounded pup.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Cargo (Sara Nilsson and Dorian Grandale)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dorian Grandale</strong> on <strong>12-12-2012, 17:44:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As she moves in to embrace him, he makes no attempt to resist. There was no point. He was stuck.. no, wrong word to use. She was his responsibility now. And he would own up to it, even if it meant having to recognize her, as a slave. There would be time to discuss that, later. After a moment, his own hands move to gently embrace her as well. the fact that she's completely nude not figuring in his thinking at the moment. The cold metal of her collar pressing against his cheek, however, serves as a grim reminder of her situation. '<strong>Slave or no, that's not a regular collar..</strong>' he thought. He filed that away for future reference.<br><br>At length, he moves to be able to look at her again. "Thank you." he said softly, before leaning in and smooching her cheek. "Come, I'm sure we are both rather hungry, yes?" he said, slowly, almost reluctantly, letting her go, so she could put on the dress. In doing so, he gazed up and down her body, finding he was not as embarrassed now. '<strong>Calm down, boy. You just got a little emotional, that's all. No need to go lusting over her.. just yet.</strong>' he admonished himself. He stepped back, but surprised himself, as he did not leave the bathroom, instead watched her change. '<strong>Wow, already adapting, are we?</strong>' he thought with a wry grin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Cargo (Sara Nilsson and Dorian Grandale)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>12-12-2012, 18:01:29</strong>
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				"hmm very hungry master" she admits and as if on cue her tummy rumbles quite loudly and she blushes furiously. "sorry" she leans forward to step into the dress and then with lots of hip wiggling she slips it on, not really thinking of how much she really is presenting her body to him as he remained in the bathroom to watch her dress. Reaching back with both hands to tug her long hair out of the dress and letting it cascade down her back, though doing so with some difficulty as the thick collar presses against her skin and she can feel the lethal pinprick of the silver spikes.<br><br>She gives him a warm smile as she steps forward to hook her arm into his, her hip brushing up against him quite innocently. "Well, what do you wish me to cook for you?" even with all the bruising her smile is quite infectious and she uses it to full effect on him right now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Cargo (Sara Nilsson and Dorian Grandale)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dorian Grandale</strong> on <strong>12-12-2012, 22:23:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He chuckles softly as he hears her stomach grumble in protest. "It's okay. We'll fix that soon enough." he said, then was both saddened by the marks on her back, and openly stared as she wiggled into the dress, watching in rapt attention as she bring out and smooths out her hair. He can tell by her hesitancy, that&nbsp; the collar is bothering her. There was no connector ring on it, so it was not meant to restrain her, in the regular sense. '<strong>Hmm, most curious.</strong>' he thought. He would have to contact an expert to get that thing off her neck.<br><br>He smiles softly, wiping his face some on the sleeve of his shirt. "I would be content with just about anything, but since this ship is meant just for one, my stores are limited. Do be careful as you cook." he said,&nbsp; chuckling lightly as she brushed her hip against him. However, as she came close, he did something strange. His hand came up to caress her side, all the way up to her now covered bosom, almost testing how well the dress fitted over her. "A nice fit, indeed." he said, his smile a little sad. He shook that off quickly, letting his hand fall. "Shall we?" he said, motioning to the door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Cargo (Sara Nilsson and Dorian Grandale)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>12-12-2012, 23:08:30</strong>
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				She chuckles softly as he mentions the stores and nods, "Don't worry master, didn't take you for the type to eat a full seven course meal at each sitdown." she smiles and looks down at his slim tummy. As his hand slides up against her side she looks at him with some surprise in her eyes, "yes, it fits very well master" she purrs and follows him on silent feet. She assumes that his touch was more based on his memories of the previous owner and while she adored it she knows it wasn't really meant for her.<br><br>"Anything in particular you wish to eat master?" she stops herself and then looks sheepishly at him "eh.. is it ok if I call you that? Master I mean.." she feels her face redden, she didn't think that he might take offense at it due to his rather obvious stance towards slavery. "I.. if. well.. if you find it offensive, then I am so sorry for having used it.. I never meant to upset you. oh.. I am so terrible"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Cargo (Sara Nilsson and Dorian Grandale)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dorian Grandale</strong> on <strong>13-12-2012, 01:12:20</strong>
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				As she jokingly refers to his eating habits, he nods some. "I was never one for fancy cuisine, even when.. she was alive.." he said, his expression darkening some, but it passes quickly. He recovers his grin, and nods when she agrees with him on the dress. "I'm glad." he said. While his mind had been on how the dress had fit his late wife back then, he had to admit to himself, he had enjoyed touching <em>her</em>, now.<br><br>"Hmm," he thinks for a moment, but that is interrupted by her little self-guilt. "Malin, Please stop that." he said, stopping his walk for a moment. He hoped his shortening of her weirdly pronounced name would not upset her. "You don't need to worry yourself. I can understand, this is the way you were trained." he said, gently taking her chin in his hand, and prompting her to look at him. "You can keep calling me.. that, if you like, but if you must call me something else, call me Captain, or sir, as you were before." he said, their pace slowing as he really looked at her. Those beautiful eyes, those pouty, kissable lips. He almost began leaning in for a kiss, when he stopped himself. '<strong>Tarkan, you're getting sidetracked again..</strong>' he reminded himself. He grinned softly, and let her chin go. "Why don't you surprise me with your skill? There's nothing in the stores that I do not like, so let your creativity loose." he said, hesitating for a moment, then releasing her as they came before the kitchen door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Cargo (Sara Nilsson and Dorian Grandale)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>13-12-2012, 01:38:16</strong>
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				With him understanding that she didn't mean anything by it, in fact she has used that title all her life since she was a little cub barely able to speak so to her it is just the way you address someone. "thank you sir" she purrs, and then as his hand cups her chin she can feel her heart almost stop, her chest seems to small to containing. It almost looks like he wants to kiss her, in fact she can see the muscle sin his neck tightening and she has to lock her body into place to not cheer. And.. then he lets go and she is left blinking a few times and then has to scramble mentally to try and cover it up.<br><br>"hmmm well. I will see what you have in store, perhaps I can make something with what you have and what we eat in my homeland. A little mix if you will ma. sir." she gives him a little wink and then turns and heads into the kitchen humming a tune her mamma always sang when she tried to get her overly playful litter to calm down. She sniffs around the kitchen and examines all the little jars and baskets to see what is available and tries to remember where everything goes so she doesn't make a mess.<br><br>She turns to look at the kitchen door for a few heartbeats, almost able to picture him in front of her and a big grin breaks out on her face. Yes, he was a good man in deed, and would be a good fath.. she stops herself and uses her fingers to count. "oh.. that is.. just rather bad timing" she chuckles to herself and digs her fingers into the mess of flour and yeast she was working with and keeps kneading it while she waits for the oven to heat up. Rather grateful that the floatation engine would generate heat that could be tapped into the oven, of course she has no idea how any of that works. If someone told her it was a little duck inside that flapped its wings really fast that would have been plausible to her. While she was curious about things she knows her limitation and would never poke around in the engines, besides they are DIRTY!<br><br>With the oven fully warmed up she slides the thin round patties of bread in and starts working on the meat, chopping it up as fine as she can before frying it up in some real butter. Been a while since she had real food to work with and she wants his first meal to be wonderful. Of course she lacks some of the hot spices of her own homeland but she knows all to well that most others would have been running for the railing if she used them. And that wouldn't be a good first impression. With a satisfied glance at the food she washes off her hands, and figuring he is at the helm she walks back out and sniffs in the air easily following his scent.<br><br>"Mast. Sir. food is ready whenever you wish to eat"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Cargo (Sara Nilsson and Dorian Grandale)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dorian Grandale</strong> on <strong>14-12-2012, 00:33:07</strong>
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				He nods a little, noting her struggle not to call him master. '<strong>Well, can't expect miracles overnight, I guess.</strong>' he thought, and watched her disappear into the kitchen. Part of him was tempted to follow, and make good on that kiss he had almost started. '<strong>Don't. It's bad enough that she seems ready to do you at the drop of a hat. No need to add your own fuel to the fire..</strong>' he reminded himself.<br><br>He turns down towards the cockpit, closing the hatch behind him as he enters. He breathes a small sigh as he sits at the pilot's chair. This is the one place, he's completely at peace. He starts by powering on the engines, the arcantric turbine stacks roaring to life as they begin to power the propellers. Every second they are on, ounces of that precious lucense oil are burned up. He seemed never to be able to find enough of the stuff. The payment he's meant to get from that bastard at the port should cover half a tank for each of the four stacks, at least..<br><br>But even as he realigned the ship with his destination, his thoughts would drift back to Malin. She was so much like his late wife, it was uncanny. There were enough differences, of course. But her simple mannerisms, her easy, contagious smile. Her very scent was enticingly similar. Not to mention her achingly attractive form, which was so close to hers, he ran the embarrassing chance of confusing her..<br><br>'<strong>No. I need to distract myself from her..</strong>' he thought, flipping on the radio. He smiled a bit, as a familiar song* played through, though with some static, due to their remote location. He laid back on the pilot's chair, letting his mind drift on the music. He would even sing softly along, until he heard the hallway hatch open again. He turned the volume down, as he looked around the chair, to see Malin once again, announcing the food was ready.<br><br>He grinned some, already smelling the food. "Wow. Its smell reaches even up here. That's an achievement in and of itself." he said, walking over and placing a hand on her shoulder. "Let us eat, then." he said, prompting her back down to the kitchen, his arm around her waist this time. '<strong>Careful. She might read too much into it..</strong>' he cautioned himself.<br><br>*<br>http://http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cycXIYdFGsQ# (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cycXIYdFGsQ#)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Cargo (Sara Nilsson and Dorian Grandale)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>14-12-2012, 02:56:07</strong>
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				She smiles warmly as he mentions the smell of her cooking, taking it as a compliment and not "oh my god it stinks!". As he slides the arm around her waist she feels her chest constrict painfully as the closeness to his body makes her own react with a vengeance and she has to bite down on falling down on all four and present her rump for breeding. "I hope you will like it maste.. I mean sir." She holds the door open for him and pushes the chair in as he sits down and all.<br><br>Grabbing a pair of mittens she takes the freshly baked flat bread out and places it on the table and then follows up with the various little pots of meat and diced up vegetables arranging them so that the colors will create an appealing&nbsp; view before him. "Its quite simple Sir, you place the minced up meat on the bread along with whatever vegetables you desire then you roll it up and eat it." She herself takes a seat opposite him in the small kitchen, desperately trying to hide her hardened nipples with her arms as she serves herself one of the flatbreads, her movements a bit akward from both trying to hide herself and a growing nervousness. After only a few bites she puts it down and looks up with eyes filled with fear, her mental state hammering against his mind leaving no clue that she is fearful of something.<br><br>"mas.. sir.. eh.. there is.. something you should know"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Cargo (Sara Nilsson and Dorian Grandale)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dorian Grandale</strong> on <strong>14-12-2012, 14:30:00</strong>
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				He chuckled a bit at her struggle. "I told you. I will not be offended by you calling me.. master, anymore. I know you cannot help it." he said, pressing her a little closer, unaware of her internal struggle. He lets her go so they can get through he narrow door, but she decides to hold it open for him. He grins some, but shakes his head a bit. "Now that is a bit much, though it is cute." he said, chuckling some.<br><br>Sitting at the table as she retrieved the food, he cannot help but admire her body, the dress doing very little to hide her very feminine curves. He watches her with a soft smile as she explains how to prepare this interesting food she's made. he had not seen such before, but it certainly sounded, and smelled delicious.<br><br>As he prepared one of these.. confections, he had mot missed the fact that she was.. hiding something. She was overly nervous, and could almost feel her unease and nervousness buzzing about in his head. He savored the strange food, bit after bite, until she put down hers. The sense of fear assaulted him in force then, making him put down his. '<strong>Oh, Sacred Stars. What is it now?</strong>' he thought, not sure what he had done now. "Malin? What is wrong?" he said, a little confused as she began speaking haltingly. "Something I should know? Well, what is it? Is something hurting you? I can feel your unease. What is it?" he said, a bit of concern now on his voice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Cargo (Sara Nilsson and Dorian Grandale)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>14-12-2012, 16:25:17</strong>
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				"Well master.. eh.. you see.. I am not quite like other girls, and well that is the reason i was born into slavery. You see I" she gets interrupted by a loud boom and the ship rocks sideways slightly and she looks up with wide eyes. "WHAT THE?!" she yelps out in terror and shrinks back against the wall. Her slitted eyes wide and she looks over to him briefly just as they both hear the loud cry.<br><br>"I WANT THEM ALIVE!!" then the grinding noise of two hulls meeting and they both realize they are being boarded and she starts crying and falls down on her knees hugging herself close, terror totally taking over her mind rendering her unable to do anything. "no.. no.. no.. please ... no" she keeps whimpering pathetically. One of the bowls rocks against the edge of the table before crashing down on the floor spilling diced bellpeppers all over, and she whimpers again at the clang. "no.. must clean.. yes.. cant have food on the floor.. master would flog me .. yes.. " she isnt making much sense as she scrambles around trying to clean up.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Cargo (Sara Nilsson and Dorian Grandale)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dorian Grandale</strong> on <strong>14-12-2012, 18:13:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He was a bit perplexed as she began explaining. '<strong>Not like other girls? What is she talking about?</strong>' he thought, but had no time to think on it further, as the ship was rocked by an outside impact. He was almost thrown off the chair, trying in vain to save the little food bowls as he rolled away. "Dammit! Pirates!" he cursed, the sudden fear and horror from Malin almost eclipsing the sense of the men coming in. Five, including their leader. A rather small operation, unless it was just a jump pod..<br><br>He watches for a moment as Malin tries to pick up the spilled food in her panic. "Stay here. Do not come out, unless I say so, you hear?" he said, then turned to a small door on the wall, behind the main hatch. touching two fingers to a small black disk on its surface, the door clicked open, revealing a long and dangerous looking blade, which he hefted out, then closing the little door again. "I'll protect you, with my life." he said, not sure why, but he said it.<br><br>He pointed the blade down, then slowly opened the door, peeking out into the hallway. They had not tried to open the hatch to the carg room yet. They must be inspecting the cargo first. '<strong>Thank Goddess for small mercies.</strong>' he thought, quickly moving across to the cabin door, and opening it. Inside, he felt for another small door on the wall, opening it to reveal some controls. He smirked almost evilly as he flipped a switch. All hell broke loose in the cargo hold, as small, hidden autoguns popped out of their alcoves, then began firing on the intruders. He shuddered as he felt the final pain and fear from the ones that were struck by the guns. Four. Three. Two left..<br><br>He then sprinted towards the cargo hatch, for he knew they would try to come in and dispatch them before they could cause more trouble. Sure enough one of them kicked the hatch open, a nasty looking shotgun in hand. He did not stop however, instead pressing forward, his left arm throwing itself across his chest, as his bracelet glowed, forming a circular plate of force in fron of him. The surprised pirate fired his gun, hundreds of pellets embedding themselves on the shield, his arm, and pinging of the chain weave in the inside of his jacket. A moment later, the pirate's face contorted into a mix of surprise and pain, as Tarkan's blade found his chest, bloody tip coming out near the pirate's spine.<br><br>Tarkan unceremoniously kicked the now dead pirate off his blade, staggering for a moment, slowed slightly by blood loss. A few tiny rounds had found their way into his gut, but he did not feel any of this, just yet. He stalked out into the cargo hold, finding it devoid of life, except for the mangled corpses of the pirates. All save for one.<br><br>Instinctively, he threw his shield arm sideways, barely deflecting the single round that was meant for his head. The leader had decided he was not worth the fight to take alive, he thought. As Tarkan dropped sideways to the deck, he let go of the blade, looking over through the shield at the leader, pumping a new round into his weapon. With inhuman speed, his hand moved to his own pistol, drawing a bead on the pirate through the shield. As he contacted the bloody deck, he swung his shield out of the way, and fired twice.<br><br>For a very long moment, everything was quiet. Then a body was heard hitting the deck, along with Tarkan's labored, coughy breathing. A knock would be heard at the kitchen door a few moment later. "It's.. me, Malin. You can.. open the.. door now.." would be heard on the other side of the door, followed by a slumping sound against the door.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Cargo (Sara Nilsson and Dorian Grandale)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>14-12-2012, 23:45:27</strong>
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				She almost doesnt hear him as he tells her to stay, the panic overwhelming her and she is just scampering around trying to pick up all the food. Only dimly aware of the screams and the sounds of guns being fired until a little part of her brain manages to snap out of it, <strong>your mate is in danger! </strong> it screams at her. Her head snaps up at the thought and a low growl emerges from her throat and her ears slowly lengthen and grow cute little tufts of fur as she lets her power flow through her, the ears swivel to try and catch the sounds of fighting but it is silent.<br><br>"It's.. me, Malin. You can.. open the.. door now.." the pain evident in his voice and she launches herself at the door and all but yanks it off the hinges. "NO!!!" she screams out as she sees him slumped up with blood on his clothing, she kneels down and presses her hand against his neck to check for a pulse. "Stay with me dammit master!" she snarls into his ear and lifts him up, her fear giving her the boost needed as she carries him into the infirmary and with proceeds to basically tear his clothes off while making sure that she doesn't hurt him in the least. Glad for her sharp claws as they can easily rip the fabric apart without having to move his limbs. His wounds doesn't seem so serious, it seems the chain weave in his jacket took the worst still she makes sure to dab all the wounds with alcohol before wrapping them up tightly. "stay with me master!" she keeps repeating like a mantra, "I don't want to have to bite you" she knows she can infect him and that will easily heal these measly wounds but she rather not do that to him. While it can be a great gift it is also a burden she wouldn't want to inflict on anyone who doesn't fully know what they are in for. When she finds all his wounds taken care of and him resting peacefully she goes to start taking care of the corpses, making sure to strip them of anything of value before dumping them overboard, she leaves their little ship attached as maybe he can salvage something out of it. Fuel if nothing else if it is compatible, she doesn't even know if it is.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Cargo (Sara Nilsson and Dorian Grandale)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dorian Grandale</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 23:42:00</strong>
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				His world seemed liquid, unreal. He had felt.. someone pick him up, and deposit him somewhere soft. He hoped that was Malin. He would have to thank her properly later. He felt his clothes give way, to some unknown force. If he had been conscious, he would have likely blushed at the treatment.<br><br>He distinctly remembered hearing what sounded like.. a roar? inside the kitchen. Had she done that? he thought. He tried to move, but his body was severely weak. His body quivered at the lancing pain of his wounds being cleaned. But at the same time, he could feel, something else. A feeling of.. sadness? Was this from Malin? He could have then kicked himself. Of course it was from her. He had gone and charged into battle, though once again, it felt like he was a spectator, like he was watching himself do all these things.<br><br>However, he had done this without thinking, that he now had her to care for. What would have happened if he had been killed? A spike of guilt would flash through his mind at that. '<strong>I must apologize to her..</strong>' he thought. Slowly, he awoke, finding himself on the infirmary bed. He was silently amazed, that she had been able to carry him here. How long had he been out? He winced as pain came from his belly. He moved the cover aside, noting the quality of the dressing across his abdomen. "Nice work, girl." he said softly, as he slowly sat up. He could her some movement in the cargo hold. Momentarily, he was filled with dread. What if more pirates had shown up? His fear quelled as he reached out, feeling no other minds, other than Malin's. He concentrated, focusing on her mind, and on establishing a connection.<br><br>~Malin, can you hear me?~ he sent through, hopeful that she would hear it..
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Cargo (Sara Nilsson and Dorian Grandale)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>17-12-2012, 00:05:57</strong>
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				<br>~Malin, can you hear me?~ She twirls around ready to be mad at him for getting out of the infirmary bed but he isnt there, he can clearly sense her confusion as she looks around the hold through the mental connection and inside of her mind he gets a puzzling impression of her mind, it is quite alien and for some reason he can almost smell the dampness of the jungle even as he hears her bare feet pound on the deck as she comes running through the ship.<br><br>"DONT MOVE MASTER!!!" she yells out, her fear flowing from her as she comes to a halt outside of the door and she all but yanks it open and storms inside. Her eyes wide with terror as she looks at him and then relief flooding through the room as she kneels down by the bed, laying her head on the bed and starts crying.<br><br>"I thought .. when I heard you in my head.. that you had passed on master." she whimpers, her pointed ears with the cute little tufts swirling to point towards him and she holds his hands in hers afraid to let go. "I wasnt just dreaming was I? You spoke to me into my head didnt you? Please tell me you are not to badly hurt master, I couldnt bear to lose you so close to mating." she is rambling and not realizing it, her hands petting his gently as she looks over the dressings to see if he is still bleeding. "Are you in pain? Do you want anything? What can i do to make it less?"<br><br>"I.. should shut up and let you speak shouln't I?" she blushes sweetly as she finally shuts up to let him even try and get a word in edgewise. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Cargo (Sara Nilsson and Dorian Grandale)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dorian Grandale</strong> on <strong>17-12-2012, 00:53:56</strong>
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				He's glad she was able to hear him, but her reaction took him by surprise, as well as the.. strange makeup of her mind. it was almost as if part of her thought.. like an animal. Her yeall comes in almost too loud, forcing him to close the connection or risk being deafened for a while. She stormed in as he shook his head from the slight headache the amplified yell had implanted on him.<br><br>He almost expected her to yet at him, judging by the emotions that roiled off her, but instead, it all melted into relief, as she crumpled before the bed, and broke into crying. "It's okay, Malin. I was not that badly hurt. And you did an excellent job with my wounds." he said, reaching over to stroke her hair. That's when he noticed them. Her ears. They had.. changed. He slowly reached for one, but she caught his hands in hers before he could touch it.<br><br>He chuckled softly at her question, until he heard her mention something. Something that made him stare wide-eyed at her. Mating. That must have been what she was trying to explain before. '<strong>Oh Stars. She's coming into heat.</strong>' he thought. But that meant, she was not what she appeared to be. Her ears, her cute little nose. Those were clear proof of what she was likely been trying to tell him.<br><br>A little wry grin came to his lips. "Okay. Answers, in order. No, you were not dreaming. Yes, I spoke into your head. I have some.. mental abilities, which I've tried to train over many years." he said nodding a bit. "I'm still a little weakened by the blood loss, but I'm otherwise fine." he said, then looked at her closely, trying to catch her gaze. "Mating, hmm? Is that what you were trying to tell me before?" he said, gently freeing one of his hands to lightly stroke at one of her ears, fingers running through the little tuft at the end. "You're a feline shifter, aren't you? A tigress, if I remember my facts right.." he said, looking at the color of her ear fur. He sounded curious, rather than accusing. He felt.. relieved, and a little amused, actually. "That explains so much.." he said softly, a tear escaping his left eye.<br><br>He also now understood about the collar. It probably had some silver spikes or blades on the inside, to prevent her from shifting into her animal form. Now more than ever, that thing had to come off. But who could he call? He did not have the skills to safely open that collar himself..
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Cargo (Sara Nilsson and Dorian Grandale)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>17-12-2012, 01:31:32</strong>
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				She smiles softly as he mentions how well she did treating his wounds, she hangs on to every word of his as he explains about his mental abilities. Then as he mentions mating she turns a furious scarlet and nods, her eyes gazing down. "y.. yes master. You are correct, pureblood not infected and raised as a slave since I was a cub." She puts no special stress on either pureblood or infected, to her it didnt matter both where really the same just that purebloods of course had no cure as it was their natural state.<br><br>"and well.. yes I am .. coming into heat Master, now that doesnt mean you have to. eh.. well.. do anything.." she blushes even more as her voice clearly betrays that she is just saying that, the animal instincts far to strong inside of her to try and bother with human conventions. Then as he reaches up to pet her ear she realizes it is partly transformed and she makes to try and reform it when she catches his expression and leaves it be as he seems to find it fun to pet.<br><br>"And as you have no doubt guessed master, the collar has silver spikes pointing inwards to prevent me from shifting to a form more.. threatening to my owner. so you do not have to worry about me at all. I mean.. I wouldnt harm you anyway but.. Im rambling again." she shuts up and just smiles warmly up at him, glad he isnt repulsed by what she is. "And.. if you didnt know, should you wish to sell me when we come to port my kind tends to fetch a lot more cash then normal humans since we are more rare and have to be enslaved as cubs to be. well.. docile?" the last word a bit of a question as she tries to find the right word.<br><br>"Now, with that out of the way. I threw the bodies overboard, saved all their gear and the ship they came in. It is still attached to yours with the grappling hooks they used. Do you want to save it or? And.. master, you are in no shape to steer the ship, you will reopen the wounds if you try."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Cargo (Sara Nilsson and Dorian Grandale)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dorian Grandale</strong> on <strong>17-12-2012, 04:57:02</strong>
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				He nods softly at her description of her situation. That much, he had expected. Shifters were sought after, due to their strength, as well as their loyalty. Judging by the quality of her first aid work, she had been well trained, which would fetch quite a price.. '<strong>Stop that this instant!</strong>' he admonished himself.<br><br>He looked at her with a knowing gaze. Now he understood why, even though she had been beaten and abused, she had offered herself so freely to him when he had first found her. "But deep within your being, you want nothing more than for me to.. do something, yes?" he said, noting her self-consciousness at him touching her ear. He did not stop, however, indeed liking this little detail of hers. "That's another thing, we'll need to.. discuss." he nodded some. As she mentions about what he suspected of the collar, he frowns a bit. "All the more reason to get that thing off your neck, posthaste." he said, groaning softly. "I know you would not.. harm me. You've had plenty of opportunity to do so, even unable to shift fully as you are." he said, nodding a bit. "I guess being a hopeless do-gooder did count for something, after all." he said, chuckling softly, then whimpering in a slight pain afterward.<br><br>He shook his head a bit as she mentioned him wanting to possibly sell her. "I will do nothing of the sort. I may not.. want to own you, but I realize, you're my responsibility now. I said I would protect you, with my life. I intend to do just that." he reaches up and caresses her face. "Don't say that. I have seen the wildness in you. I can see the wild power within you right now. They did not take all of it from you.."<br><br>He grins a bit as she explains about the pirates' bodies, and their ship. "That's a good girl." he said, reaching to stroke the top of her head without much thought. He is a bit appalled at himself for treating her like a pet, but does not stop his petting. She deserves the praise, after all.<br><br>"However, checking their ship out will have to wait, and we need to get moving." he said, shifting his position on the bed a little. "I will need you to do something. And it needs to be done, to the letter, you understand?" he said, looking at her with a steady gaze. "I'm going to need you to use the crystal radio in the cockpit, to call.. a friend." he said, hesitating for a moment. "Actually, she's.. more than a friend. I'll explain later." he said, that wry grin back on his lips. "Turn the main dial to station 43, and say this, exactly: 'This is the Maker. I require some red jade for a fox statue.' Say the second part four times. Do not say anything else. Close the mic after you're done, so you can receive the response. Once you have it, come back to me and tell me." he said, searching her eyes as he spoke. This had to be done right, or she would think is a ruse, and avoid him instead. "<strong>Stars in Heaven, she's gonna kill me, I know it..</strong>'
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Cargo (Sara Nilsson and Dorian Grandale)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>17-12-2012, 05:25:45</strong>
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				She purrs softly as he pets her ear so tenderly, and she listens intently when he mentions the task she has to perform. "I understand, This is the maker, I require some red jade for a fox statue. And then repeat the second part four times using channel 43. turn off mic as soon as I said it." She nods and slowly stands up, her eyes gazing at his face. "Don't worry master, I can do this." her voice confident and her eyes focused on his so he can see that she truly thinks she can.<br><br>"We can discuss everything else later master, your well being first. You are after all my master, and I live to serve you in all ways." She pats his hand gently and then silently pads out to head towards the cockpit, glad for her previous owner who had loved to show her how everything worked. And being an inquisitive little pup she had drank it all down, as long as he didn't ask her to join him in the engine room. She always hated that place, noisy and dirty.<br><br>Once she is up on the bridge she walks over to the radio and turns the delicate knobs so the meter reads 43. With a deep breath the picks up the mic and speaks as clearly as she can "This is the maker, I require some red jade for a fox statue" making sure to repeat the second part four times then turning it off by flipping the little switch. "Ok, lets see if we get a reply master" she mumbles to herself and sits down on the floor, ears swiveled towards the speakers eagerly awaiting a reply.<br><br>As she sits and waits her thoughts go to her new master and a big grin forms on her lips, her heart beating just a little bit harder. "hmm he is so cute too. So glad he didn't get seriously hurt!" Her fangs lengthen at the very thought and she resists the urge to shred something in the growing anger that someone wants to hurt him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Cargo (Sara Nilsson and Dorian Grandale)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katra Alexion</strong> on <strong>17-12-2012, 06:45:40</strong>
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				Jade reclined lazily in her captain's chair as Jory stood at the controls navigating the <em>Novalis</em>. They had departed Grand Bastion days ago after cashing in on a very lucrative run, one that could afford Jade and her crew to lay low comfortably for a few month without having to take on another discretionary shipment. Fully restocked and fueled the <em>Novalis</em> was on its way back to Paradise Cove, Jade's personal floating island when she over her the coded messages come over the communication system. Glacial blue eyes narrowed as she sat up and began typing away at the console in front of her. Not only had the message come over a very specific channel but the phrasing was would confound anyone listening to it that wasn't in the know. <br><br>And only three people knew that coded distress call. Feline ears perched atop her head perked a twitch listening to the voice, hearing the inflictions in the voice that told her whoever was on the other in was a shifter of some sort. Thoughts and concerns ran rampant in her head as she tried to dervie a logical explanation why a female would be calling out for help from Tarkan's ship. What the hell was going on? Why was there another woman on his ship to begin with!!?!?!<br><br>Locking in on the signal the message was coming from Jade opened up a line. "This is Captain Jade Magnus of the Novalis. I hear you loud and clear. What is the nature of the emergency."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Cargo (Sara Nilsson and Dorian Grandale)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>17-12-2012, 13:37:57</strong>
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				She almost jumps when the soft voice crackles on the radio, he hadn't told her she would say anything else so with a trembling hand she turns on the radio not knowing how much she can say.<br><br>"This is Malinche Tebin of the Isabella, eh.. the master is.. indisposed and asked me to send the signal. Isabella was attacked by pirates and the master is hurt." She doesnt know if anyone else is listening so she turns it off at that point to listen for any further reply while pacing back and fourth nervously.<br><br>"Master, you didnt tell me what else to say. What if I said to much? oh.. you are going to be so mad at me.. but what can I do? You need help! Help I cant give you." she keeps rambling to herself, wringing her hands in nervousness. "oh he is so going to beat me for this, but what can I do?" She looks over to the radio desperately hoping that the woman on the other end will say that she is on her way to help.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Cargo (Sara Nilsson and Dorian Grandale)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katra Alexion</strong> on <strong>18-12-2012, 01:52:55</strong>
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				Master? Indisposed? Injured? Pirates? <br><br><em>What the hell has Tarkan been up to?</em> Growling beneath her, Jade mute communications on her end, hissing out out orders to her pilot to lock into on the transmission signal and engage the <em>Novalis'</em> warp drive system before reopening the link. "Understood. Tell Tarkan to hold on, I will be bring Doc. Our ETA is an hour and twenty-seven minutes."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Cargo (Sara Nilsson and Dorian Grandale)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>18-12-2012, 02:45:19</strong>
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				Hearing that she bounces up on her feet and hurries down to the infirmary again, her bare feed flying across the floor. "Master!.. one and a half hour until aid arrives. according to the woman on the radio at least. Can we trust her?" she asks worried as she kneels down by his side again and takes his hand in hers. "How do you feel master? Any pain? Anything I can do for you?"<br><br>She lays her head down and just feels miserable, she is so powerless as she just watches him lay there all injured. If she had been more courageous and not freak out she could have helped and then perhaps he wouldnt have been injured. But no she being a coward caused her master to be seriously hurt. She closes her eyes and tries to prevent the tears from falling down her cheeks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Cargo (Sara Nilsson and Dorian Grandale)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dorian Grandale</strong> on <strong>18-12-2012, 20:24:05</strong>
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				A smile managed to escape and place itself on his face as she came running in. He chuckled as Malin asked so plaintively about being able to trust the lady on the radio. "If she identified herself as Jade, then yes, we can." he said, petting her hair softly. He winced some as he did that. He could almost touch the conflict and guilt coming from her. "It's okay." he started, petting some more.<br><br>"You could not have known this would happen. My only regret is that i would be useless to you right now, if something happened. I would not be able to protect you." he said softly, gently clasping her shoulders, urging her to her feet. "You have done more than I could have ever imagined for me already." he said, his gaze locking with hers. '<strong>So beautiful..</strong>' he thought, slowly leaning closer until their lips were almost touching, his gaze becoming half-lidded, and it was not all because of fatigue..
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Cargo (Sara Nilsson and Dorian Grandale)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>18-12-2012, 22:31:40</strong>
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				"She did yes master" she answers softly, she leans into the pettings happily loving when he touches her being a very tactile kitten at heart. She stands up as he directs her, her eyes roaming up to his face to try and figure out what he wants her to do. Then as he leans in close her heart starts heating and she meets him half way for a little soft kiss, her soft lips brushing against his. Her heart beating wildly but with a mental slap she breaks the kiss gently and pushes him down on the bed with her soft hand.<br><br>"Rest master. Rest and heal ok? Your girl has things under control, just.. holler if you need me?" with some difficulty she turns and walks out even though she so wants the kiss to continue she also knows this is totally the wrong time for anything like that. Specially with him still coming off the battle high and not thinking clearly. Slowly she pads up to the bridge to keep a lookout for the other ship with the aid for him, all the while pacing back and fourth nervously.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Cargo (Sara Nilsson, Katra Alexion and Dorian Grandale)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dorian Grandale</strong> on <strong>19-12-2012, 02:46:35</strong>
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				He sighed deeply as she meets his hesitant attempt to kiss her, the feather soft touch of her lips upon his sending pure electricity down his spine. Soft, pliable, and so sweet. Just as he had imagined them. But she moved away before he could truly enjoy her kiss, then she gently pushed him back down on the bed. Her maternal side was showing again, as she fussed over him. He did not resist, only partly, because he did not want to.<br><br>He smiled inwardly, thinking how his wounds are likely partially healed by now. The blood loss, however, was a more serious matter. If the Doc was coming along with Jade, then he was pretty much in the clear.. as long as Jade still had one or two Quartona or Drakken crew aboard. Still, this left the matter of Jade herself coming to see him. '<strong>That's not going to be pretty, at least at first..</strong>' he thought. It had been some time since they had seen each other, and pleasant as that meeting was, the pain still lingered, preventing him from fully accepting his situation. Sure, the elders may say that he had married them both, but that still did not sit well with him. And then Bella had to go and get herself killed. Jade would never say as much, or even think it, but he knew it. She had blamed him. Why he was not there to protect her? Why did he let her do something so dangerous? He had no real answer to those questions, and Jade's silent&nbsp; had pretty much destroyed him..<br><br>He was completely unaware that, while he reminisced on all this, someone had been witness to his painful memories..
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Cargo (Sara Nilsson, Katra Alexion and Dorian Grandale)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katra Alexion</strong> on <strong>19-12-2012, 05:16:11</strong>
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				Jade was cracking the whip to get her ship to go faster. She wanted everything ready when they arrived. Doc (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4b/Dr_Tremaine.jpg) was already appraised of the situation and was on stand-by with the necessities he needs. If Tarkan was hurt badly enough that he couldn't send the SOS himself it could only mean he had taken a serious blow. Good thing Jade had the foresight to install a mini blood bank into the <em>Novalis'</em>s infirmary when she upgraded it for such occasions. She retired to her own quarters to into something more fitting.<br><br>It had been months since Jade had last seen her estranged mate, pleasurable as their tryst had been. She accepted that he never really felt comfortable with dual marriage was the custom between soul-sisters when he married Isabella. At first the snow leopardess had been content to simply being a friend and enjoying the bed-sport whenever Isabella had allowed it as her occupation as an assassin at the time had afforded her little time for any serious type of relationship. But as time wore on Jade found herself becoming attracted to Tarkan in more than just a physical way, spending more time with the couple once she left her former profession and for his part Tarkan did seem to be warming up to the idea of her but that all came to an abrupt halt when Isabella was murdered<br><br>Since Isabella's demised had halted anything from furthering between the two, simply for the fact that it was to painful for either of them. Jade suspected that Tarkan might have some weird notion that she blamed him for Isbella's demise, for not being there to protect her soul-sister. That couldn't be further from the truth. She never blamed him - she blamed herself for not realizing her friend was up to something dangerous given how secretive she was at the time. Isabella could be amazingly stubborn and hardheaded when she wanted to be and little if anything could sway her once she set a course of action. It was one of the things that both endeared and aggravated Jade to no end about the sister of her heart. <br><br>Knowing there was more to Isabella's death Jade had begun her own investigation using the considerable contacts she had accrued as an assassin and as a smuggler.&nbsp; She had hoped to use her findings to lure Tarkan to Paradise Cove and spend some time with her and final to rest this tension and misconception between them when she had received that call.<br><br>Who was wench calling herself Malinche Tebin and what she doing on Tarkan's ship? She knew Tarkan wasn't particularly interested in forming any lasting attachments since Isabella's passing, though he and Jade had often sought to relieve their physical needs with each other when the occasion arose. It was one of the few ways that Jade continue to comfort her mate without scaring him off and right now just the thought of another female any where near him, touching him in anyway without her approval or consent had the snow leopard rather thick tail to bristle out even more as it twitch back and forth in agitation. Logically she knew there was nothing to be jealous or possessive over until he fully acknowledge their mating bonds, but dammit she couldn't help the way she felt.<br><br>Entering her quarters she stripped out of the loose shirt and pants she wore when working around the ship into her usual captain's attire; a black long off the shoulder peasant blouse under a dark silver under-bust corset with black accent designs emphasizing her considerably full and almost gravity defyingly pert bosom (high d-cups) her slim waist and the generously wide swell of rounded hips. She pulled on a dark grey underskirt matching the corset under the peasant blouse, fitting her tail through the slots cleverly fashioned into them. Next she pulled on black sheer thigh high stockings and slipped her feet into a pair of sturdy yet stylish ankle boots.<br><br>She grabbed a brush from her dressed and pulled it through her long iridescent moonlight colored hair tying it off in a low ponytail near the end leaving her fringe to fame her face. Satisfied with her look she pulled on her black great coat buttoning it at her waist and began&nbsp; arming herself with her modified Katana and a pair of daggers. <br><br>Leaving her room she returned to the helm. She questioned on of the crew present. "How much longer 'til we arrive?"<br><br>"We are within sight of the ships ma'am. We should be docking within five minutes. Doc is a already waiting by the boarding doors for you." <br><br>She nodded at the prompt answer. "Alright then. Let them know that we are here and are about to board. Keep an eye out for any other trouble while Doc and I see to my friend. I want Kienan and a couple of other to secure the pirates aboard that ship and secure their vessel. We see where to go from their once I talk to the my associate."<br><br>Kienan was a tall, dark and muscularly lean kyrie with all fierce and beautiful looks of a fallen angel. Her second in command silently nodded his as he turned and left the command deck to gather a few of the crew.<br><br>Having issued her orders Jade went to join Doc while her pilot brought the <em>Novalis</em> to dock alongside the <em>Isabella</em>. Luckily Jade still remembered the security code to allow them to board. While Kienan saw to the subdued intruders, Doc and Jade headed the the Infirmary. She could smell the other female about the ship, momentarily shocked to find that it was another shifter. Hmm, interesting she thought as she spotted the other fema pacing about in the cockpit. Motioning for doctor continue on she approached Malin, leaning against the framed of the doorway. "So you must be the one that radioed my ship." she said, her expression neutral as she slowly raked her eyes over the other feline sizing her up as she recognized the clothes as belonging to her departed sister and taking particular note of the collar around her neck.<br><br><em>What the hell did Tarkan get into now...</em><br><br>Meanwhile Doc reached the infirmary with his usually cheerful gruff and blunt bedside manner. "Hello, Tarkan. Its been a while. What the hell have you been to that got you this shot up?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Cargo (Sara Nilsson, Katra Alexion and Dorian Grandale)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>19-12-2012, 20:01:26</strong>
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				Her eyes widen as she feels his memories flood into her, the pain from her swollen eye the only thing keeping her from falling to the ground in shock. "what.. Master?" she whimpers as they all play out before her as if she was there watching, the anguish he felt as she died. As the pain pounds against her she can feel her own beast inside respond with an angry roar, she can feel the change slowly come over her and with a scream of pure agony as the spikes start pressing against the neck as the muscles start shifting she falls down on the deck and manages to will the beast back. A trickle of blood oozing down around her neck and she uses the pain to shield herself from the intense grief and guilt she can feel from her owner.<br><br>"oh.. my poor dear" she whimpers softly and staggers up on unsteady legs to try and walk down to help him in his grief. "please.. I cant .. please master! shut it down" she tries to reply but unable to get her own mind to work through the mental barriers. Then she spots the other vessel approaching to dock up against theirs, alarm shoots through her at the thought of more pirates. "oh no.. what do I do?" Frozen with fear she just stands and gazes out into empty space for a long time, memories of her own flooding through her brain before she can hear footsteps and twirls to see the other woman lean against the doorway.<br><br>The appearance matches what she saw in his memories, so she relaxes visibly. Help has arrived finally! <br><br>"So you must be the one that radioed my ship." The elegant shifter said and Malin nods, well aware how silly she looks in comparison with all her bruises and the blood slowly seeping down her neck. "yes Mistress, he is downstairs in the infirmary. Please.. he needs help. Pirates invaded the ship and he is wounded, please help him." as she shifts through his memories that he seemed to have broadcast to her she realises that this elegant woman is his wife and therefor her Mistress and owner as well. And with the other woman being a shifter she is also Malins Alpha and she sinks down to her knees and tilts head in a gesture of submission. Exposing her throat to the other woman to show she sees herself as inferior and will obey.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Cargo (Sara Nilsson, Katra Alexion and Dorian Grandale)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dorian Grandale</strong> on <strong>19-12-2012, 21:41:52</strong>
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				His troubling memories had assaulted him mercilessly, completely unaware of the effect it was having on Malin. However, the sound of jet engines reaches his ears, calming his torturous visions, as a ship approaches. '<strong>I know those engines. The Novalis..</strong>' he thought, slowly propping himself on his elbows, as the clanks and thuds of the starboard side cargo doors opening. '<strong>Good. She still has my codes.</strong>' He listened as booted feet clomped onto the deck, a few of them moving hurriedly through the hallway. He could sense their concern and apprehension, in some cases, as they moved closer.<br><br>Being still on the aftereffect of the 'empty' mode, he almost had the unreasoning urge to reach for his pistol as the door opened, and he visibly relaxed as Leonard 'Doc' Tremaine hustled through, wheeling a small cart with his equipment. He smiled and chuckled at Doc's remark. Such a charming bedside manner, the middle aged human had. "Doc! It's been a while indeed." he said, trying to sit up fully. He noticed that, in a heavy container on the cart, was what looked like some blood containers. '<strong>Ah, so she has not forgotten me yet..</strong>' he thought. "Didn't you see all the blood on the cargo hold? Pirates, I tell ya. Most inconsiderate, bleeding all over my ship.." he said, his smile widening a bit.<br><br>That was cut off, however, as he heard Malin's cry of pain. His eyes shot wide, looking in the direction it cam from. He then quickly turned to Doc. "No! Doc, forget about me for now! Go help Malin! She has an anti-shifter collar on! It will kill her if she shifts fully!" he said, urgency clear in his voice.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Cargo (Sara Nilsson, Katra Alexion and Dorian Grandale)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katra Alexion</strong> on <strong>20-12-2012, 05:58:54</strong>
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				The girl's show of submission oddly pleased the she-captain. The moment was marred however by Malin sudden attack of stress and Tarkan's audible yell. Recognizing the collar as one of the latest models, nasty piece that, and what it would do to her is shifted anymore into her feral form. Reaching out she grabbed the feline by the back of her neck in a submission hold while gathering her power to calm the kitten's emotions even as she sought the source of the problem. She faintly sensed Tarkan's presence within the girl and the beginnings of the rapport that was forming between them. Understanding what was going on, Jade opened up her own mind, using her own connection to Tarkan to bypass him and get to the girl. <em>::Tarkan,you need to pull back- your unintentionally overloading the poor girl::</em> Her tone was concerned and not sharp as Tarkan would have normally expected. Jade carefully placed herself between the two of them using her metaphysical self as a dam between the two giving Tarkan time to rebuild his inner barriers whilst giving Jade the time slow the input Malin was getting, allowing the snow leopardess to bring the smaller feline back to a more serene state.<br><br>Once she was satisfied nothing harmful would come of this Jade returned to her own body, eyes flicking open. "That was unexpected, are you alright?" she asked looking down at Malin.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Cargo (Sara Nilsson, Katra Alexion and Dorian Grandale)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>20-12-2012, 21:49:59</strong>
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				As Jade grabs her by the scruff of the neck Malins muscles go limp, she can feel the other shifter uses her power to block the painful memories coming from Tarkan. When she gets the blessed relief from the intense grief she can further relax herself and push the beast down inside of her where it always resides. The cute little eartufts vanish and she returns to fully human again, her battered body not being able to handle much more so she falls forward on the deck with a loud thud. When her Mistress speaks up Malin looks up and nods slowly, fatigue evident in her face.<br><br>"yes Mistress, whatever you did. Thank you, the.. it was his memories right? I mean, somehow he sent the memories to me? The poor man, he blames himself so. And he thinks you blame her for Isabellas death." She reaches up to try and move the thick collar somewhat to pull the wicked barbed points away from her skin again before speaking again. "He is downstairs in the infirmary Mistress, I am fine you should go to him. I am sure he would appreciate your company and your love." With sheer willpower she pushes herself upright and looks down on the dress to make sure it didn't get dirtied up. "I can go clean up the blood, dont think he wants to see that when he is better."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Unexpected Cargo (Sara Nilsson, Katra Alexion and Dorian Grandale)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dorian Grandale</strong> on <strong>21-12-2012, 19:54:22</strong>
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				The doctor just shook his head at Tarkan's flippant dismissal of what had likely been a bloody fight with the pirates. "You should be more careful, boy." he said, taking Tarkan's vitals. "We're not always gonna be able to come running to your rescue, you know?" he said, preparing the transfusion equipment on the cart he brought with him.<br><br>As they both heard the scream, Doc moved to calm the injured captain, gently placing a hand on Tarkan's arm. "Whoa, easy there, partner." he said, well aware of his worry, but also knowing he could do little to help the girl. "The cap'n will take care of her, I'm sure. And I'm not going anywhere, until I take care of you." he said, that gruff tone back on his voice.<br><br>Tarkan was about to say something to the doc, when Jade's message came through. He realized now what had been the problem before. ~Of all the stupid.. I'm sorry..~ he sent, so both jade and Malin could 'hear' it. Slowly, he willed his own mind to quiet down, the noise and stray thoughts dying down, until he could see it clearly. The link between him and Malin he had created earlier. It was still open. '<strong>Okay. And.. close!</strong>' he ordered. Slowly but surely, the line of thought glowing in his calmed mind faded to nothing. It almost felt like.. being cut off from something. '<strong>Why was it so strong? And so quiet..</strong>' he mused.<br><br>He was brought out of his mental landscape by a pinch on his arm, from the thick needle the Doc had just inserted. "You know the drill, boy. Don't struggle. You'll just make this last longer than it needs to be." he said, slowly turning a hand-cranked pump, pushing the new blood into Tarkan's arm, making him shiver some. "Hmm, could have warmed up the stuff a bit.." he said to Doc, smirking softly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Unexpected Cargo] The Isabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katra Alexion</strong> on <strong>22-12-2012, 23:39:53</strong>
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				While Doc saw to Tarkan, Jade was overlooking Malin, offering her a hand to help her stand up when she noticed a peculiar mark above her left bosom, partially hidden by the neckline of the dress. Without a second though Jade reached out and pulled the top away so she could get a better look. Eyes harden into bits of hard ice when she noticed the arcane mark proclaiming her the property of a member to a very prominent, powerful and wealthy merchant family. <br><br>A family's whose mark she recognized upon the smaller feline. She knew exactly who Malin previously belonged to and who he in turn was related to.&nbsp; <br><br>This could be bad.<br><br>She released the top and stepped back, her mind trying to process all the possibilities of what this would mean. If she knew Mino'Sadri as well as she did then he would be sending someone to look for Malin. Nodding, she left Malin to her devices as she made her way back to the infirmary.<br><br>"How is he Doc?"<br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Unexpected Cargo] The Isabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>23-12-2012, 02:38:41</strong>
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				Malin gratefully accepts the hand and gets up, when her new Mistress tugs the dress down to expose one of the breasts she isn't all that surprised. After all as a slave her owners usually tears her clothes but they usually don't stare with a disapproving stare and then walk away leaving Malin very confused. "hmm.. guess I wasn't good enough" she shrugs to herself and goes to find a mop and bucket and heads down into the cargo hold to start cleaning up the blood. While humming to herself she starts mopping up the dried blood and gathers up all the spent cartridges to put in another bucket, not wanting to waste anything and have her Owners mad at her. With all the bruises she already has she isnt keep on being beaten again until she has healed up some more.<br><br>For a moment Malin ponders pulling the dress back up but figures that her new Mistress wants her to have her left breast bare and leaves it be even though it is quite uncomfortable for her. She grabs the bucket with its pinkish water and heads upstairs to empty it over the railing and stops to look out into the heavens, letting her mind just wander as it sees fit. It has been to long since she just felt the wind in her hair and fresh air in her nostrils. "This is the life, though I wonder.. ah well"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Unexpected Cargo] The Isabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dorian Grandale</strong> on <strong>23-12-2012, 03:36:44</strong>
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				The Doc turned a bit to look at Jade and smirked. "Bah. He'll be fine, once I'm done pumping him full." he said with a wry chuckle.<br><br>Tarkan scoffed some. "Yeah. Full of this cold stuff. A little heating: was that too much to ask?" he said, shifting some on the bed, resisting the urge to scratch at his arm, as the slowly warming extra blood made its way through his system. Looking at Jade's expression, he just shook his head some. "Alright. Bring it on, about how low I've fallen, to have taken on a slave.."<br><br><hr><br>As Malin was cleaning the cargo hold floor, a tall, winged man with bronze colored skin and long, black, feathery hair stepped into the ship, from the gangplank set from the Novalis. He looked at Malin for a moment, then raised an eyebrow. "Interesting fashion statement. Must be something really new." he said, his voice warm and brassy.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Unexpected Cargo] The Isabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>23-12-2012, 03:54:30</strong>
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				Malin looks up and sniffs a little but noting her Mistress scent on the man so he must be part of her crew and therefor safe, his comment doesnt even make her blush in the least. "well a slave is dressed how her owners wish her to be and Mistress Jade apparently wanted her girl to be dressed as such. She looks at the strange man with open curiosity having never seen one such as him before, her eyes turning into slitted cat eyes as she tilts her head.<br><br>"May I ask, I never seen anyone of your race before." curiosity eating her alive and she reaches up to shift the heavy collar so the spikes wont rest against the wounds as much. "Then again, I lived a bit.. shut in."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Unexpected Cargo] The Isabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katra Alexion</strong> on <strong>23-12-2012, 04:23:37</strong>
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				Jade shook her head. sighing. Must he always assumed the worst of her? "I've learned a long time ago things just happen with you in the mix and its not always your fault despite your strange perception that I think that way about you. No, its about your guest. She bears the mark of a rather prominent and wealthy family. A family I have had dealing in the past with." <br><br>She leaned against the door frame, arms crossed over her chest, her tails gently swaying side to side as the tip twitched and flicked now and then. "Her previous owner I heard died some time ago when the ship he was on was raided by pirates. I am betting the one you will soon be dealing with is his cousin, Mino'Sadri. If he hasn't already done so he is likely hiring a ship and crew to retrieve the girl. It up to you how you want to handle this. You will have my help regardless."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Unexpected Cargo] The Isabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dorian Grandale</strong> on <strong>25-12-2012, 02:15:22</strong>
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				Tarkan listened quietly as Jade explained some things about his 'guest'. He sighed some as she mentioned that name. Mino'Sadri. He knew that particular Tal'Rog all to well. Not a bad sort, he remembered, but also one not to be cross with. "It had to be Tal'Rog.." he said, a little pained. It might just come down to him giving Malin up. But do they want her so badly? "Good. This time, I might actually need some support." he said to Jade.<br><br>As he flexed his limbs and sat up, ignoring Doc's complaints. "You quite done with this? I have a ship to pilot." he said, as Doc removed the blood needle from his arm and patched up the hole. He looked at Jade as he got up. "Before you say anything, yes, I can do this. I must, in fact." he said, testing his strength and balance. "See Doc? I am shipshape." he announced, Doc just shaking his head, then looking at Jade. "Say something, will ya? You're his wife, right?" Doc said, before quieting down, and quickly wheeling his cart back out the room.<br><br>Tarkan shot a look at the retreating doctor, then looked back at Jade. "Look, I know you've been wanting to talk about that, but this isn't the time." he said, walking over to her. "So, am I going to be a prisoner on my own ship, or am I allowed to pilot my lady into port before spirits-know-who catches up to us?"<br><br><hr><br>Kienan's brow twitched a bit. The captain had done that to her? "Hmm, sounds a bit unlikely, that my captain would want anyone to be uncomfortable. Because it really does look so, to me." he said, his eyes narrowing, almost staring at Malin's exposed breast. "..I see." he said softly, then quickly occupied his gaze on something else. Ah, her question about what he was, a perfect diversion. "Well, I am a Kyrie, as you can see by the wings, and the strange hair... Well, that's not exactly accurate, as I am part Eldaar, as well." He said, noting the pail with the ammo casings. "Huh? Did Tarkan put you up to that?" he said motioning to the pail. It really did not seem like him at all, to make a girl do such work.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Unexpected Cargo] The Isabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>25-12-2012, 02:24:22</strong>
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				She just shrugs philosophically, "My comfort is secondary to what my owners want, and no Master didn't specifically tell me to do it. But he shouldnt have to micro manage his slaves work now should he? What kind of person would I be if I cant take some initiative and do some work on my masters ship?"<br><br>She raises an eyebrow at him when he mentions the various words and she just shakes her head. "Im sorry I have no idea what any of that means, and if you pardon me I have a job to do." She points to the wet pink floor where blood is still swimming around in the soapy water she is scrubbing into the deck and kneels back down to keep cleaning able to listen to him at the same time but she can't just stand around idly. Nope, that would be to invite more beatings and as it is she is struggling to see out of the one eye that isnt swollen shut.<br><br>"Eldaar Sir? I have never heard that word before, sounds like some tall stringy things to me."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Unexpected Cargo] The Isabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katra Alexion</strong> on <strong>25-12-2012, 02:41:59</strong>
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				As Doc left the room her eyes flashed fire before looking away with a dejected sigh. His wife? No, never in a million years. That was Isbella's spot. All she was to Tarkan was the unwanted third wheel, the secondary mate, only good for the occasional bed warming when the mood struck despite all her efforts to be something more. <br><br>"Do whatever the hell you want, my advice means little to you in the long run. Once you get your ship up, follow us, I'll take you to a place where we can hole up to weather out the shitake storm coming our way." The snow leopard turned as she started to leave but paused at the door. "Just to let you know the girl is coming onto my ship. This is not a request. I want Doc to exam her while I take a look at that collar she is wearing and see if I can get it off."<br><br>Jade exited the room in time to hear Doc exclimation. she hurried her steps to see what was going on. "What is it now, Doc?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Unexpected Cargo] The Isabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dorian Grandale</strong> on <strong>26-12-2012, 23:18:32</strong>
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				He noticed.. something in her gaze, but she turned away before he could tell. This was painful, he knew. And he did not know just what to do about it. '<strong>Why does she have to be so damn difficult?</strong>' he thought as he approached the door, and her. He almost winced as she poke again. Her words were like cold razors on his skin, but he also knew it to be true often enough. He grated a little over her imperious words, informing him of her intentions about Malin, but he held his tongue. Perhaps that was just as well. She would be better protected aboard the Novalis, plus if anyone could take that collar off, it was Jade. "That's fine." he said. He knew from the start, that he could not really deny her anything. "She'll be safer with you. Spirits know I can't even take care of myself.." he muttered as he stepped into the hallway.<br><br><br><br>Outside to infirmary, Doc wheeled his cart towards the cargo hold, on his way to the Novalis, eager to get away from the possible shouting match he may have started. <em>That hard-headed boy,</em> he thought. <em>Why can't he just accept her love?</em><br><br>His mental tirade was interrupted, as he heard voices in the cargo hold. One he recognized. It was Kienan, Jade's first officer. Good ol' boy he is, Doc mused. The other voice was a woman, but it had a certain.. purr to it. A catwoman? Doc's thoughts immediately went to Merriam, the young cat girl he had adopted some months ago, and was now his medical assistant.<br><br><br><br>Kienan smiled softly at Malin's responses about his race. He could not help but feel sorry for the girl. Knowing nothing but work and pain. But before he could say anything else, he noticed the Doc coming from the hallway. "Oh, there you are Doc." he said, but then noted the Doc's stare. he had noticed as well. Kienan just stepped back, for he knew the Doc would take care of this. <em>And hope Tarkan is in no way responsible, or he'll have hell to pay..</em> he thought.<br><br><br><br>As he passed through the hatch, he saw them both. The woman, however, was on her knees, cleaning up the blood. Kienan was talking to her about something, he did not catch what. She had marks on her back as she had been beaten. <em>Tarkan better not have done this..</em> he though as he approached them. What made him stop in horror, was the collar. Then he remembered what Tarkan said. <em>This girl.. a slave girl..</em> he though sadly. <em>The boy must have rescued her from somewhere..</em> Doc thought. He came a little closer, then knelt beside. That was indeed an anti-shifter collar. He had encountered those many times before. Nasty pieces of work. "Hello there. My name, is Leonard Terrence, but all aboard our ship, call me Doc." he said, reaching to touch her shoulder to get her attention. "I need you to come with me. You need those wounds attended to, and that eye! My goodness!" he said trying to get her to stand. He then spoke into his crystal communicator. "Merry, dear? Prepare a bed in the infirmary. We have a special guest coming in."<br><br><br><br>Before Malin could say anything to the Doc, a voice sounded from the hallway. "Malin! Go with the Doc. You're in good hands with him. And Jade will figure out some way of getting that collar off." Tarkan said as he came out of the infirmary, then glanced at Jade, before looking back. "No more work for you, until you are well. That, is an order." he said, looking down a bit as he said it, then moved past Jade to get to the cockpit.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Unexpected Cargo] The Isabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>27-12-2012, 03:09:28</strong>
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				Malin nearly jumps out of her skin as the Doc touches her shoulder and she curls up in a little whimpering ball, her arms over her head with every muscle tight like a coiled spring. She hears those dreaded words about having her wounds tended to and she lets out a whimper of distress getting ready to bolt, her fingers and toes shifting slightly to form claws so she can have better grip on the wooden decking.<br><br>Her head shoots up as her master orders her to go with the doc, eyes wide as saucers and she nods slowly. "y..yes Master." she slowly gets back up on her feet, head held down her whole body clearly signalling she is expecting to be beaten here and now. "yes Master. no more work until im well." She doesn't even want to think what special guest might mean, probably that she is in for some special torture. She finds it hard that her master would wish her tortured so soon, she wonders to herself what she did to make him mad. Then it hits her, of course, his mate has arrived and she probably wants me beaten for being near hers without permission. It all makes sense now.<br><br>She looks closely at her master and she sees the pain in his eyes, so it would seem it isn't his idea at all. She quickly looks at the railing, it would be so easy. Just sprint over, one foot up on the railing and launch herself off. The winged man might be able to catch her but if she shifts the collar will all but cut her head off killing her instantly, it would be preferable to more pain. Her feet shift slightly as she gets ready to burst into action, one last look at her master as he wanders away to the cockpit. With a sigh her resolve leaves her, he did take several bullets for her, it would be a poor way to repay his kindness. THe claws slowly vanishing back into her hands and feet and she awaits the doctors orders.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Unexpected Cargo] The Isabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katra Alexion</strong> on <strong>27-12-2012, 05:53:19</strong>
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				Jade stood there running a hand through her bangs as she took a deep quiet breath, watching the varied emotions roiled within the younger and smaller feline. To the humans and kyrie the girl's distress and apprehension, but to a predatory shifter like Jade where the subtle nuances of ones body language and scent conveyed so much more than any spoke words the cat girl was practically screaming her fear and submission. That and the fact that Malin wasn't trying to hide her surface thoughts due to her overwhelming fear told Jade all she needed to know.<br><br>Seeing the desperate look in her eyes as they looked to the ships railing, Jade prowled quietly over ignoring the presence of the others as she approached the smaller neko. What she did next might surprise the lot of them. Wrapped an arm around Malin's shoulders Jade pulled her close even as her considerably large and fluffy tail curled itself around Malin nearly enveloping her completely as a low soothing rumble, unheard by the others, reached Malin's ears. The gesture was ment to calm and sooth the smaller neko and put her more at ease with the people around her.<br><br>:: I am not in anyway angry at you, so there is nothing to worry about. Doc just wants to exam you to ensure your health is fine. Tarkan is letting you come onto the ship because we will be able to provide for your needs better than he can on this ship. Once we get to a safe harbor you will be returned to him for the time being until we straightened things out with your original owner's family. You are in safe hands::<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Unexpected Cargo] The Isabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dorian Grandale</strong> on <strong>27-12-2012, 22:07:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Doc recoiled as she curled up, not sure what was the problem. He backed away some, in case she became violent. <em>Just how much abuse has this girl been through?</em> Doc thought, as Tarkan's voice was heard. The girl's head looked up as soon as she heard it, slowly getting back up, looking down at the deck as she did. As he slowly approached again, Jade came in, and hugged the girl bodily, even her tail wrapping about her, surprising him. He would wait and see what would happen. Hopefully she would not startle and try to hurt the captain..<br><br>Tarkan looked back for a moment before entering the cockpit, seeing Jade walk on over to Malin, and hug the girl. He nodded some. '<strong>Perhaps that would help in keeping her calm</strong>' he thought. She did seem to be a bundle of jitters and fear, last time he checked. '<strong>But then again, I should have expected that..</strong>' He stepped through the hatch to the control room, making sure to lock it. First a slave attaches herself to him, and now Jade drops this.. information, on his lap. He would likely have to use the rest of his fuel supply to get anywhere with any kind of speed. He simply waited, sitting on his pilot chair, waiting for the signal that the gangplank was secured, and the docking cords were free. He would also need to be careful, with that pirate shuttle attached to the isabella's side..<br><br>Unsure what to think of the whole scene, Kienan stood back as well, then looked at the doctor. "Take them to the ship. I shall remain here, and finish the cleanup. Tarkan might need some backup if those pirates return." he said, gathering the ammo pails and setting them aside, then opening one of the closets to retrieve a hose.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Unexpected Cargo] The Isabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>27-12-2012, 22:39:34</strong>
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				Malin snuggles in against Jade relaxing visibly, eyes clearing up from the pain and her spine straightens up. "yes Mistress, thank you so much" she mumbles just loud enough for the people nearby to hear her. She looks over to the doctor and nods, "Am ready to go with you Doctor when you are ready." One of her hands gently strokes her Mistress tail looking very much like a little kitten seeking refuge and comfort from her mommy. In fact that is very much how she feels at the moment, but if her Mistress say she is safe then she is feeling much safer. The soft purring reminds her so of how her mom used to purr to her when she was a kitten needing to sleep.<br><br>She looks over at the winged man and gives him a smile. "thank you for finishing up my work, so hate leaving a job unfinished", she gives one last look over a the cockpit hoping for a last look at her owner but he is already gone and she shrugs. "be well master" she whispers and turns to walk over to Jades much larger ship.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Unexpected Cargo] The Isabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katra Alexion</strong> on <strong>28-12-2012, 05:06:12</strong>
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				The low level purring became audible to everyone when Malin started stroking her tail. Resisting the urge to curl up around Malin and let her continue her petting Jade released her from her hold, relieved that she was able to calm the other feline down. Looking at Kienan she nodded. "That's fine. Do what you can. Also keep a couple of them crew with you to check investigate the pirate's ship; strip anything of value and give it to Tarkan but I want their navi-crystal." she ordered.<br><br>Turning back to the others she started guiding Malin toward the <em>Novalis</em> "Alright everyone, get your bony asses back abroad the ship."<br><br><strong>[Move to the Novalis]</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Unexpected Cargo] The Isabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dorian Grandale</strong> on <strong>29-12-2012, 21:01:05</strong>
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				Kienan saluted half-formally. "Will do, cap'n." he said, looking through the cargo door at some of the sailors on the Novalis. "Vickers, Janauk, Chung! You're with me!" he called, to which the named crew hustled over to the Isabella.<br><br>Doc&nbsp; nodded at the captain as she helped Malin along, wheeling his cart over the gangplank. He hoped the only damage he'd find on the girl, was those marks, but that eye worried him. Looked like some real damage had been done there..<br><br>Tarkan simply sat at his pilot's chair, waiting for the signal to be able to move. As a cursory measure, he checked to fuel levels on the engines. He winced. He was going to have to move the ship himself, part of the way. But Spirits be damned if he was going to let anyone tow him and his lady to port..
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Unexpected Cargo] The Isabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dorian Grandale</strong> on <strong>15-01-2013, 16:37:33</strong>
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				The voice of the Novalis' comms officer crackled through his comms crystal, indicating they were now undocked. "Finally.." he said to himself, putting the engines in gear and spinning up the propellers. One of the drived coughed and sputtered as a fuel line rand dry. "Darnit.." he cursed, rerouting fuel from the reserve tank. Once all engines were firing, he turned the Isabella to follow the Novalis. Not too difficult to do, as the Novalis was a beast of a ship, compared to his lady.<br><br>He tuned in for some music again, but he was interrupted by the rending sound of metal upon metal. Had the ship hit something? He quickly checked all balance sensors. The ship was on course and undisturbed. He was puzzled for a moment, then he remembered: the pirate shuttle..<br><br>-------------------<br><br>Kienan was then cutting off the last of the grapple pitons off, then unholstering his shotgun to pepper the shuttle's impeller engine with buckshot, making the tiny craft start to slowly sink, then plummet as the engine failed, into the ocean below. He then activated his comm crystal. "Cap'n, got good news and bad. Good first." he said. "I have the nav crystal, and looks like a good one. Bad news, there was a tracker aboard that shuttle. The Skulls know where we were, and in what direction we were moving, until I killed it. Best brace for bad stuff."
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