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Enslaved angel girl [Rated R] - Xing - 03-30-2009
//Closed RP between Yue Fei and HeavyMetalQueen. PM either of us if you have question or comment.
//Thanks to stewcool, who, out of boredom, decided to grammar nazi the first few posts for me, thank you =P
Misao woke up slowly. There was someone knocking on her cockpit, and she jumped in surprise.
"W... what the?!?"
The man standing over the nose of her Sabre fighter craft didn't look patient or in a good mood to laugh at her, and made gestures for her to open the canopy. Misao saw she didn't really have any choice, so she complied.
"y... yes?"
"What are you doing?! You have no right to park your craft here!! This is my parking lot!! Get the hell out of here or I'll call State Police!!"
Misao blushed in embarrassment.
"Oh I'm so sorry sir... I... I didn't know I'll move out... I..."
The man just stared at her, suddenly immobile. She looked down, uneasy under the glare of these uneasy eyes.
"hey, how old are you?" he finally asked, in a more civilized tone.
Misao looked at the man, not quite sure to understand, wondering if she heard well... what had her age to do with the parking slot?
"How old are you? Hello?"
"O... oh... I'm 16 years old, sir...!"
She blushed, more and more confused, deciding she better do something before the man continued to ask her strange questions. She began pushing buttons to start the Sabre' powerful twin propeller.
"Hey what the hell are you doing? You want to kill me or what?"
She realized the man was still standing on the nose of her ship...
"O.. oh I... I'm sorry!"
"But will you stop being sorry!" the man responded, laughing mockingly as he saw Misao hastily shutting down the engines, her hand dancing wildly on the control panel nervously.
"I'm so... I mean..."
"It's fine." The man sat down on the nose of the ship, apparently, he really wasn't in the mood of parking his ship on his slot anymore... which was embarrassing Misao even more. She was tempted to just ask the man to leave her alone, but she felt it wasn't polite - beside, as a noble, she was taught to never ask, but to order...
"You have a name, girl?" he said quietly as he searched for something in his pocket. Tobacco? He lighted the little synthetic marijuana cigarette, enjoying a puff. Misao was repelled by the horrible smoke and smell of it, but had no choice but sit in her seat. Her dignity didn't allow her to just shut down the cockpit over the man' face...
"I am Misao... of house Mitsurugi. Misao Mitsurugi."
"Misao, huh? Mine name is Alex. Alex Seijuro."
"Alex...? I've never heard of that name..."
"It's a Gaijin name. I was born in upper Liberty, and raised there!" He unbuttoned a part of his flightsuit - so quick, as if he practiced himself with the movement just for those moment, and on his muscular chest was proudly tattooed the coat of arms of the Libertonian Republic.
"uh... uh it's... nice..."
"Ain't it huh?" he said with a wink. Misao looked at his face. Indeed, while he did retain some of the Kusarese people' traits, he was... definitively mixed blood. His long, wild hairs weren't black, but somewhat chestnut, his size, she just realized, was quite impressive for a Kusarese, and his skin coloration seemed white than yellow.
They remained silently, staring at each other, one with amusement, the other with a growing fear and embarrassment.
"Hey, yo, what are you doing here anyway? It's pretty backward in Kusari. You've got a pretty ship, fancy clothes, your age doesn't fit that of a pilot at all, so, excuse me if I ask..."
Misao hesitated a bit, uncertain what to do... she decided there was no big deal to it, after all, she probably wasn't ever going to see this strange man ever again... if she was lucky, Sirius was probably very large a place...
"I... I am searching for a job. I fled from home to join the Chrysanthemum... but... but they deceived me greatly. I hoped for change, but they focused on piracy and in fighting..."
She sighed sadly, whispering for herself "but some were so nice to me..."
"Anyway... I left the Chrysanthemum one day while on operation. We were fighting against a large squadron police forces... in the confusion, I did a trick taught by my fellow... sisters, killed off my engines, and pretended all system shut down. The Chrysanthemum eventually forced the police into retreat, but didn't dared linger behind... so, they left me behind."
She sighed before continuing,
"But now... I have nothing to sustain my life... only this ship... I... I don't know what to do..."
"Hehe... don't worry. I'm certain we can find something." Alex said, winking at her.
Misao tried to smile, but she only managed a forced one; the man' face and tone just didn't inspired her confidence... she recalled the speeches of her family' guests, about how the commoners were untrustworthy...
"Hey... j.. just where did you find that costume?" He finally said, puzzled. Misao looked at herself, and realized she was still wearing the imperial noble costume she ran away from home with, ornated with the golden Dragon of the Emperor...
"Oh..." she blushed slightly, "I am from the noble cast... all my clothes are ornate with this symbol... it's supposed to show our loyalty toward the Empire..."
she looked up at Alex, and for a brief second, she thought she saw the eyes of the man flash with pure hatred, and this made her cry a bit in surprise.
No, she must have been wrong...
"Why did you scream damnit..." he said grumpily. He was back to his amused tone... but there was something... evil to it now.
"Hey... I might have something for you... you might be interested."
Misao realized, the man didn't really leave her any choice... she was in his territory obviously.
"o... okay..."
Enslaved angel girl [Rated R] - Xing - 03-30-2009
"Isn't she a bit... petite?"
"She claims to be 16. And I believe her."
"Oh? why so? It's bad to trust the merchandise in the trade..."
"Remember the recent advertisement a few months ago my imperial authority, yelling around how a noble girl got probably kidnapped by a terrorist organization, either Dragon or GC?"
"Euhu. It's her?"
"Yeah. She says she ran away from home. You know how noble kids tend to get bored easy. They are drawn to little heroic stories of revolution like metal and magnet. This one had the courage to do it actually. Bought herself a surplus Sabre from a ship dealer on New Tokyo, and ran off. Bright girl."
"Impressive. The police didn't manage to track her down?"
"Nah. She hid with the GC. She wanted to join up with the druggies, but was disgusted with how the sisterhood just kept infighting or something of the like. Women. Weird stuffs."
The crime underboss looked at the security camera display, and grinned back at Alex.
"She's got a pretty face. Would do just fine in the pleasure quarter."
"She also knows how to fly. Maybe..."
"Yeah, true. We are in lack of pilots. If she can fly at 16, she must be darned talented somehow. We are always in lack of pilot... our smugglers and other customers too... I'd know quite some people who'd pay for a pilot... tsch."
The underboss reflected a moment,
"But I can also send her to the Dragons I guess. They'd claw her apart for good price." he said, grinning deviously.
"Let's not aim for cheap quick money boss..." Alex said, somewhat amused.
"Yeh. Let her be with the kids for the moment. Give her a paycheck from time to time, I want her to be kept in good shape until sale."
"Aye aye boss."
Enslaved angel girl [Rated R] - Xing - 03-30-2009
Misao smiled to the last child in line as she served his share of the soup.
She sighed in relief, as she cleaned up the kitchen. The cooks weren't too talkative but it was fine. The kids were so cheerful...!
Alex came from behind, and patted her on the head, making her blush,
"hey there Misao. What's up?"
"I'm fine mr. Seijuro..."
Alex produced a little smirk. Misao had the impression the man was considering her like a little pet, an amusing little curiosity for his entertainment...
"Just call me Alex. So, how you like it around? Not too tough a job, huh?"
She smiled a bit,
"No, it's actually fine. Make a change from doing nothing and getting shot at. The children here are wonderful... what do they do?"
Alex didn't answered,
"Good good, I'm glad you enjoy it. You might have to work on harder task soon enough..."
"Oh? How come?... I do enjoy helping the kids..."
"Ah, don't worry! You'll be just fine..." Alex grinned, patted her one last time, and went away.
Misao looked around, somewhat embarrassed. A little kid came by her,
"Miss, can I have another cookie please?"
She smiled gently, and gave the boy her own portion of cookies.
"There you go little one..."
"Thank you miss!"
--
"Yo, Misao!"
Misao turned around,
"Oh, hi mr. Alex!"
"Just Alex."
"O... okay. Just Ale... I mean, Alex." She looked down at the floor, embarrassed at her confusion. The young libertonian-kusarese just cracked an amused laughter.
"Common, it's okay. Say, I have a new job for you if you like."
"Yes, Alex?"
"Hmr... too busy here with all these kids. Come with me, I'll talk to you outside."
She has gotten used to the presence of the man over the week. His little grin, somewhat amused, somewhat evil. wasn't so bad - he didn't bite. It seemed he just liked to have the upper ground in any confrontation, be it physical, or verbal... Misao didn't mind much. She was paid, she had a place to live - a small place, sure, but better than nothing. And she liked to help these kids. She had come to the conclusion these were kids left out on the street that no one wanted.
It was a bit strange a place. Alex said it was basically an "abandoned starport for abandoned people". There, lived people who would never be accepted by Kusari society, for one reason or another. And Misao thought she understood why, at least partially. In the case of Alex, it would be because he's a half breed. A fairly obvious one, physically. Hardly acceptable to the traditionalists in the Kusari Empire.
They walked out of the "kindergarten" as Misao came to call it, and walked to the beach. From there, she could see her own Sabre, parked a little distance away on a starport platform.
The sea was calmly licking the shore, the soft and natural sound of water was a gentle music to her ears, used to the lengthy artificial and aristocratic chatter of nobles.
They sat down on the sand, and might as well have been father and daughter.
"Yeah, so, my boss heard you knew how to pilot, right?"
"hm... yes I know... but I'm not exactly good..."
"Oh, it's okay. We have a couple of sims around for you to train, and anyway, it's just about escort mission, y'know. Nothing too dangerous. You'll have 2 wingmen, and the cargo craft itself is pretty heavily armoured and armed anyway. What'cha say? We'll pay you much more of course."
Misao hesitated a bit,
"We.. well, I don't really need much more money right now... you know...?" She said timidly, but Alex wiped his hand in the air, as if the argument wasn't good. He thought a few seconds,
"Look, I noticed how you care about these kids, we are always in lack of cash around to keep em up running, and you know it, they are growing kids, they always lack stuff to eat, but that's all what we can afford. You wouldn't think it's a good idea to help 'em with your extra, huh?"
Misao nodded, her face brightening a bit,
"That's a good idea...! I could buy them more food. They defintively need it..."
She sighed a bit,
"It's terrible, that the Empire leave such people in the dark, unknown to all..."
Alex stood up and went away after patting her on the head as he always did.
Inside him, he was boiling in rage despite the smile.
It is because of people of your blood, that I was forced to do what I do... but it doesn't matter anymore. I realized just how much I love this new job anyway.
It's good to be the master of your life. And those around you.
Enslaved angel girl [Rated R] - Xing - 03-31-2009
"Hum... that thing can fly?" Misao whispered on the comm.
"Hoh, don't worry. That old piece of junk of a Pilgrim class can take and dish out a lot of punishment!" the voice of Alex, somewhat crackled by interferences, came through her radio.
"Here's what. We need to escort that ship to planet Kurile. That's in the Sigma systems, close to Kusari borders. One of our cargo ship was heavily damaged by some pirate group eager for easy cash. Hopefully, they managed to dock with a nearby Samura base, who's now offering our crew and passengers shelter. But the tuxedo men on Kurile wants load of cash everyday for that worthless shelter of theirs, so we are bringing our stuffs back here, before they'd be shipped to a final position. 'Kay?"
"Yes si... uh, Alex."
"Alright, let's get going."
And the Pilgrim class vessel, some dark hull plated monstruosity, so heavily damaged you could see it's internal layer of rusted armor, began to move, its massive engine activating.
The voyage was an uneventful one.
"Why don't we take trade lanes?"
"Because we are intelligent and have all day."
At my confused silence, Alex sighed a bit and decided he'd be kind and answer me in full version;
"See, they built lane so cargo move faster, and ever faster. Now, these big corporations, they don't realize everytime you go in a trade lane, it's throwing self in the wolf' jaw, because, all the pirates flock around those darned fragile lane. So, we, living at a normal rate and being normal people who doesn't enjoy being shot at uselessly, we take on the long road, for a safer life. Ah, here's the jumphole anomaly."
"What do I do...?"
"Oh, relax. Just fly in it, aiming for the center, and you'll see. It's the same thing as a jumpgate, but you do it manually here. You'll be fine!"
And with that, Alex' Eagle craft thrusted itself wildly forth in the colourful anomaly,
"Yeeeehaaaw!!"
Misao gulped, and entered the hole along...
--
Kurile was located into some sickly green nebula. The sea, apparently very poisonous, looked very much dead with its unusual dark blue tint.
They landed on a large platform, on which giant industrial towers burned of raw fuels; refineries of some sort. There was a large crowd on the ground.
"There are our passengers... alright Misao. It will take us some time to supervise the loading of the merchan err, of all that crowd. Feel free to go around, grab something to eat or whatever. I'm sending you half the payment through the neural net. Have fun and meet ya in 2 hours or so!"
"Okay Alex!"
Alex went his way, turned around, realizing he forgot to tell Misao to avoid hanging around the passengers, but realized she was already gone.
Oh well... not like she could do much anyway...
--
Misao actually went straight away to see the passengers, There were probably hundreds of them...
And they certainly didn't looked like her idea of passengers...
B... but why are they barely clothed?!... a.. and some of them seems injured... are they war refugees? By Heaven and Earth, I must help them...!
Of course, she didn't realized Sigma systems were at the very opposite of the Bretonian-Kusari warzone...
She ran to her fighter craft, and brought back with her all her medical supply, and went right in the middle of the crowded passengers. There were of all age, all gender, and multiple nationality. She didn't cared, saw a young man, perhaps her age, with a back covered with red, brownish scars... dryed blood. She approached the adolescent,
"D.. do you need help for..." she nodded at her obvious injuries. The boy backed off, at first surprised,
"Hey...! Y.. you don't need to be afraid of me... I'm here to help!... I..." She turned around, seeing that most of the passengers in her vicinity were looking at her, either with a dull stare, either with fear, or else, with shock.
"P.. please! I'm not here to harm any of you!"
A long moment of awkward silence.
Finally, the adolescent stepped forth, sat down and exposed his back to her. Wordless, but his eyes talked instead. It was enough to Misao. She began applying first aids, so the wounds wouldn't go infectuous...
She wasn't too talented, she never truly took any medical course, just th basic necesary that was compulsory when you were taught to fly. She felt so sorry, so sorry for these men and women, she didn't knew, through just what did they go through... but they just watched her, silently, going from one victim to another, healing them as best as she could...
Some of them were so badly injured, they literally missed an arm, or an eye... and Misao began crying, crying because she was intact, there with her medic tools, and she didn't knew enough of it to heal them all, and she didn't understood why they didn't talk...
Just just stood there, barely moving, their heads low as if life had no meanings already. Some of them were just about her age... Perhaps even younger...
Finally, she was so lost in the amount of silent suffering, she didn't knew what hapenned for her to lose consciousness...
--
Misao woke up to the growl of Alex.
"Darn. Finally awake. What the hell were you doing there, wandering among them with your medipac?"
He looked back at all the people down there, now slowly embarking in the Pilgrim, which somehow, managed to land and dock with the refinery.
"Well I guess it was self explanatory... whatever. It took us a while to find you... bah. Look, don't do that again, okay?"
"B.. but they are... they are..."
Alex growled again with impatience, and looking around hastily, added,
"Look, these chaps will receive adequate medical treatment once we arrive to Kyushu... right now, we don't have neither the cash to linger longer, nor the time. It's soon going to be midnight on this backwater planet, and if I didn't unload the place before, we get to pay another handsome ransom to Samura Industries - and trust me, I really hate paying to these dirty profiteers."
He still managed a little smile, patted her on the head,
"Hey, don't be too upset. I know you like to be the caring little girl you are, but sometime you worry too much. You can fly at least?"
".... y.. yeah. I guess so."
"okay. Now get going, we are already late because of you."
She hurried up back to her ship, refusing to look behind her as she jumped aboard the canopy.
Enslaved angel girl [Rated R] - Xing - 03-31-2009
Weeks passed. She did some escort, but nothing as dramatic happened. She knew, there were people, people in pain and in need of care aboard the big and black Pilgrim vessel. She didn't knew where they were headed, nor where they came from, but Alex promised her they were well treated and would reach a place where they could have work, shelter and peace.
Otherwise, she continued her tasks with the children, exchanging affective smiles with the little ones running around the abandoned Starport.
Abandoned, just like herself...
It felt nearly like a family, herself, the cooks, Alex, the kids, the construction worker that came from time to time to fix a stuff or two, the mechanics... and the crew of the Pilgrim vessel, which returned every once a week or so.
Life was quiet, and well. The kids loved her.
The adults came to like her as well, but kept their distance for some reason she didn't understood... maybe was she just too young.
And Alex...
Well... she never truly understood the half libertonian, half kusarese man who would pop here and there with the jobs of his anonymous "boss".
One day, as she went to a local village market place to buy grocery food, Misao heard the locals screaming, others yell in fury. She looked around, wondering what was going on, and saw with shock a band of little kids literally attacking the market... most of them were armed with little knives, other had blasters that were somewhat too large and clumsy for their little hands. They laughed and charged at the scared villagers, releasing their childish war cry, and seizing everything valuable; and they knew where to find the money, going behind the counter to steal the imperial credit token - for in this backward village where not everyone had access to a computer or a datapad, most exchange were still made with solid credits that were nonetheless recognized official by the Empire.
Misao was too shocked to move, as the band charged toward her direction.
But who were these unruly...
And then she realized, these were the kids she fed daily...
"B.. but..." she mumbled slowly.
The boys acting as the spearhead of the group suddenly stopped, apparently, they too recognized her. The band all charged in their back, some of them falling on the ground with laughter, others yelling in the back, "what is going on, whats up Ryu, why have you stopped, hey Yatsu, you are a coward or what, it's only a lady..."
Then they were all silent, and Misao didn't knew what to do.
"W... why are you lot here...?"
She heard the distinctive whine of a blaster firing, but before she could react, before she could turn around to see a fiery blue bolt hit her square on the back, she was already unconscious.
The children screamed, in panic and rushed to help her as she fell down...
--
A grouchy voice of Alex again could be heard. The same voice that woke her up again.
"Hello dear."
Misao didn't opened her eyes. But she did spoke.
"Why?"
"Why what?"
She sighed, because she understood by the tone of Alex, the man was questioning her again for entertainment.
"If you are wondering why I shot you in the back, that's because otherwise you would've looked suspicious to the villager. Now, they would just think the kids stopped their rampage because they were confused a random girl dared to stand in their way."
"So that's why you didn't answered my question... and you made me believe this was just some refuge..."
Alex remained silent for several long minute. Misao realised she probably shouldn't have spoken, but it was too late, the evil was done...
Finally he spoke, and Misao didn't looked at his face. For she knew, the flash of anger and hatred and all evil she witnessed one second during their first day together... was now back for real.
"You little noble scum... trying to be so innocent, huh..."
"Well, maybe you are just a stupid witch... yeah, we train these little orphans to be just that; thieves. Frigging thieves, like all of us. Because y'know what? Your people made it impossible for -me-, for these -kids-, to have a normal life. You are the frigging only one to blame for that, y'know?"
He breathed slowly, and slapped Misao harshly on her face, which made her scream in pain,
"Ah!!!.... stop it!!!"
"Shut up! I only began!!" He grabbed her by the upper portion of her clothing,
"I hope you've enjoyed your stay here, because I'm afraid it's over now... you know, I was kind with you... I wanted you to realize your miserable situation later, let you enjoy a bit more your freedom, but now... your lucky star abandoned you I'm afraid!"
He stood up, forcing Misao to stand as well, and led her away from the infirmary...
--
"N... no! What are you doing!!"
Alex slapped her hard on the face again, but was soon interrupted by another, somewhat fat man that just entered the dark room where they stood now.
"Alex, get the hell out of here. I thought I told you I wanted her intact."
The man breathed heavily, looking at Misao, then back at the underboss, then again at Misao...
"Get. The. Hell. Out. Of. Here."
Alex bowed, and left the place, still breathless.
Misao backed off against the wall, terrorized.
"N.. no..."
The underboss merely stared at her. Misao couldn't see his face, for it was hidden in shadow - the only source of light, coming from the door, was hiding the man pretty well.
"Oh, yes I'm afraid little Misao, I'm afraid that..." He knelt down, and a little sigh of effort could be heard as the fat man moved his large body around, and grasped Misao' chin roughly. She was too scared to fight back - not because of the two guards armed with rifle following the obese, but because she realized, this man' eyes were totally devoid of humanism, devoid of emotion, devoid of hatred. They were two cold icy diamonds, piercing, sharp, deadly, calculator.
Greedy.
"...You are now mine, but not for long. I have customers who traveled a very long distance to check around the merchandise. I think it's time I put you with the others in the pen..."
He stood up, again, with a little sigh of effort.
To the guard, he gave orders,
"Finish to collar her, put her in chains and drag her to the pen. Our visitors should be coming in a few moments..."
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Misao was collared and bound, and prepared for sale...
Enslaved angel girl [Rated R] - Sarawr!? - 03-31-2009
For a ship of such a large size, and beat up nature, The Pilgrim that was known as The Heavy Metal Queen touched down rather softly on the on the tiny old Landing Pad that belonged to the abandoned star-port.
After about ten minutes the massive engines of the ship finally cut off completely, leaving an eerie silence in the midnight air, until of course the large loading door started to open up, causing a loud metallic screeching sound, Yet another pause of silence after the door finally locked into it's open position.
First a young Kusari man, maybe in his mid twenties started down the ramp, he had cold, dark brown eyes and short spikey black hair and he appeared to be wearing what looked like a Kusari Naval Forces uniform, minus all the markings and the fancy armor, over that he wore a long, black leather trench coat which was definitely not a part of the uniform.
He was followed by an even younger looking woman barely twenty years old, who appeared to be a half-breed between Kusari and Bretonian, with her emerald green eyes, dark brown hair and almost white skin, if it weren't for the Kusari features and attitude, most wouldn't have even recognized her as being a native of the area. The woman had a much kinder look about her even though she too wore a Militant looking uniform, after she stepped off the ramp two armed guards quickly hustled out and flanked her and Saito, waiting for orders.
The man and woman stood on the Space Port platform silently, taking in the cool waterside night air while waiting for Alex to show up and lead them inside.
"I Hope this product is as good as Alex.. promised it would be...I swear if it isn't..I'll be having a word with Seijuro's boss..." The man grumbled in an irritated tone toward the woman.
"Saito..don't worry, Seijuro-san has never let us down before when it's come to...Workers..." Her tone was soft and less irritable than Saito's had been.
"Right Kaisha...well he better not let us down this time either...it's a long damn trip we made...Well, since he's nowhere to be seen, I'm going for a Smoke.."
With that, Saito nodded to one of the guards who followed him silently to the other end of the platform while he lit up a cigarette.
Enslaved angel girl [Rated R] - Xing - 03-31-2009
"Hey. Saito, put down that fire. I told you the combustible around might lit us all together in a big happy fire of joy and death."
Saito didn't looked to please to be interrupted, but Axel smiled nonchalantly, approached the man with a welcoming smile.
"And Kaisha." He waved at the young girl, smiling even more "Yo, Kai. Let's go the two of you. It's getting a bit late, and the product is fading into sleep at that rate."
They walked in the main building of the starport, and entered a little elevator. Axel entered a series of number on the pad by memory, and the lift went down, very low, and obviously deep within the ground. While the elevator moved, Alex turned toward them. He was wearing his casual jacket, left half open so all might see the line separating his two muscular pectorals decorated by the big liberty star tattoo.
"So, to business; I'm sure you'll like her. She's an adorable 16, very probably virgin, pretty, pure Kusari from New Tokyo."
He grinned,
"Her body is quite decent, her shapes are generous enough for any good man, she's bright, she reads, speaks and writes, heck, she can even pilot - in fact, we sell her with her craft for a combo price, if you want." With every words, he made obvious gestures, explaining his words, just like any good salesman passionate of his job. It was somewhat sickly to think, this man' job, was one of a scoundrel slaver...
The elevator' doors opened, and there was a single corridor, with individual cells. Each had either a male or female occupant, barely clothed, wearing heavy chains that forbid them to move their ankles or hands. They looked miserable, and spoke not.
"Come, come, she's toward the end."
And in the last cell, was a sobbing Misao, knelt on the cold and dirty stone floor, her hands shackled behind her backs, linked with ankle cuffs, and completed with slave collar.
"Oh, did I mention, she was of noble descent?" Alex added, grinning like a devil as he presented the "merchandise" to Kaisha and Saito.
Enslaved angel girl [Rated R] - Sarawr!? - 03-31-2009
Kaisha looked down at the concrete floor, looking back up to Alex with a look on her face that almost said Why..Why did you have to tell -him- of all people?
"A...nob--"
Kaisha was interrupted by Saito who was obviously eager to get into the cell.
"She's a Noble eh?! Ohh this -Will- be fun!...Alex open the cell up! C'mon man!"
Saito was glaring hungrily toward Misao through the bars. Alex Smirked slightly and entered the code into the pad near the cell door.
"I just -knew- you'd be pleased with this one Saito!"
He laughed hard as the cell door slid open and Saito rushed in.
Saito was now standing over Misao, glaring down at her.
"Get up."
Misao looked up at Saito, hesitantly, nervously.
"W....What?..."
Saito growled angrily and delivered a kick to the right side of her rib cage.
"You heard me dog! I said Stand! On your feet! Now!"
Misao yelled in pain and fell onto her side, starting to cry softly.
"B..But why are you doing this!?"
Saito growled again.
"Damn it, trash! what don't you understand!? I said GET UP!!"
He delivered two more kicks, this time to her stomach.
"Now I said Get Up!"
Misao began to writhe a little bit, attempting to get up, still crying softly, but before she could lift herself Saito grabbed her by her hair and pulled her to her knees, and then up onto her feet.
"Now...you -will- learn to be quick...you will learn to obey"
Misao was still crying softly, trying not to look at Saito, this just made him angrier, he grabbed her by the chin roughly and forced her to look at him.
"You will look at me when I adress you! Do you understand that, dog!?"
Alex shouted from outside.
"Hey Saito, if you break it you buy it!"
He laughed hysterically.
Kaisha sighed softly and tapped Alex on the shoulder, interrupting him from gleefully watching the scene inside the cell.
"Alex...as you can see...we'll take her, just name your price...you said she can fly too, right?.."
Enslaved angel girl [Rated R] - Xing - 03-31-2009
Misao yelped in pain, as she looked at the angered eyes of Saito, tears rushing down from her eyes. She whimpered, mumbling a chocked "y.. yes sir...!"
"Oh... oh yeah right. She flies." Alex was a bit hesitant to look away from the brutal beating Misao was getting.
"Let's see. The girl herself, the boss want some 5 millions. I mean, just think of the fortune she's worth, just by her title! Her ship alone would cost some 20 millions according to our estimations. So if you want to take both, I'll make it 20 millions worth of Sirius credits.."
Alex' comm unit began bleeping, and he clicked it open. It was the underboss.
"And they better buy it, because the merchandise is being damaged right now."
Alex grinned, "Hey, Saito, you'll beat her up later aboard that hunk of junk of yours! Boss is impatient for payment right now!"
He took from the pocket of his jacket a datapad, tapped a few buttons and showed it to Kay.
Product purchase: Mitsurugi, Misao [SN: S8930Ku]
Total price: 20 000 000 crd
Confirm purchase: (Y/N)
Enslaved angel girl [Rated R] - Sarawr!? - 03-31-2009
Saito laughed lightly.
"Yeah yeah, your boss will get his pay..."
He looked back to Misao, hatred still in his eyes, a smirk crossing his lips.
"Well well noble dog...looks like you get to come with us."
Saito walked toward the door of the cell, looking to Alex while Kaisha looked over the datapad.
"Alex, you're not gonna make -us- drag her kicking and screaming to the ship, are you?.."
Saito grumbled a bit.
Kaisha sighed softly as she scrolled through the datapad and selected her option.
"Right...you two boys can sort out the final details...I'll be outside, this holding area smells disgusting.."
After passing the datapad back to Alex, she paused to give a worried glance toward Misao before continuing down the corridor headed for the elevator.