Singing to the Trees (Open)

[Foxfire]

The beauty of the Ithorian world was double aided by the melodic voice of one Reina, twi'lek singer and former slave girl. She chose this world hoping beyond hope that it would do as a safe haven for her for a while and so far it has. Even the touchy feely boss found out better what she was made of first off. The owner was a 1/2 human mix. What other he was mixed with she did not know, yet whatever it was it did not like the feel of a hell stick to the groin.

After he regain consciences and apologized she was hired on for a nightly gig at a very well to do restaurant. No smoking, no cussing, no fear of being raped by the customers and heavenly job she thought. Her standard songs started to fall short with the newer class of people. Digging deeper into her memories of songs from worlds that have yet to see the light of the verse did she finally start to get the reviews that her name was known for.

Mixing sad with the upbeat gave the audience a gratifying feel and calmness. Later in the night she would kick up the tempo for some feet moving songs. Most of the time though she sang songs of love and honor that Je'Baru had spoke to her about from his home world. Those songs captured the hearts of many. The Ithorians loving the one which called for righteousness toward the living verse to be honored and protected.

She would end the night about mid-night with a song of the lost love of two lovers torn apart by a verse gone mad. The feelings she emoted flowed into and out of her song filling each and everyone who listen to it. When the song ended she would be met with a standing ovation. Never in her short life had she ever been treated so and she thought she would never be again. Singing was a fickle thing it was with you one moment than gone the next just like life.

Retiring to her room she would sit and relax for a bit then change her clothes and walk about the city viewing the endless skies waiting for her love to return to her. This night was no different leaning against the polished railing staring into the night sky she wondered where he was. Sighing heavily she closed her eyes and let the quiet of the night flow into her.

[Foxfire]

The distant sound of water burbling made her want to search out the sound. Going down three levels and into a massive garden she found a multi-tiered fountain lit by moon light and glow worms and their slime trails. The sight was comforting to her a dreamy vision of a lost sight hidden by a waking mind did it seem to her.

There was a stone flow chair next to the fountain which she laid down on and rested for a bit. Listening to the water burbbling she started humming an unwritten tune in her head. The melody flowed in and out of emotions of happiness and sadness. She let the song flow within her she slowly felt the tireness and numb pain ease from her. Also her mind started to clear and soon words formed around the melody.

The melody echoed through the park and into the upper levels and toward the hidding place of her love, where ever he may be. The tune slowed and faded into the night as she stopped she layed there watching the stars as they passed over head. That is till her chrono beeped the time, 3 in the morning. It was getting late she did not want to break away from this place yet the thought of coming back night after night to sit and sing made up for it.

[Cadyren]

Reina wasn’t alone in the garden. A middle aged man was also there, he was of an average build, with a large beard and long hair. He was looking at some plants, but he would glance over at the young Twi’lek frequently, she was in fact the reason he was in the garden.

She’s so beautiful, Reina my sweet. If only you knew how many times I’ve watched you sing and dance, how many times I have tried to find you after your got off stage! The man looked at her with hungry, lust filled eyes. His eyes looked at every curve of her body, the design of the tattoos that covered her whole body, at least as far as he could tell. Perhaps I will find out soon! A smile played across the man’s lips, If you want her you should move now

He broke into a quick pace, she seemed like she might be leaving soon. He felt himself grow nervous as he got close, would she be willing to go with him, or would he take her by force? Would taking her be wrong? No no no of course not, she wants to be with me, the way she looks at me on stage, she has to! I feel like she is only paying attention to me when she is on stage. It doesn’t matter that there is an age difference, I know she wants me.

When he finally got to her his courage ran out, and he didn’t know what to say. He stood there awkwardly near her, his eyes still examining every part of her body, even though the rest of him did not move.

(*Goes to take cold shower* This guy creeps me out, so don't expect any long posts from me with him.

BTW I'm just going to add that he just thinks she is only paying attention to him on stage, I don't know if I really expressed that effectively in the post.)

[Foxfire]

Softly she let the tune die upon the night winds of Ithor. There was so much peace here she let herself be taken unawares. What made her start awake was the sounds of labored breathing. She had heard that type of breathing many times in the past and she knew what was coming next. She rolled off where she was laying and down upon her knees facing her watcher. As she did Reina reached for the hell sticks she often had near her. Fear though was the only thing she found as her hand graced her upper outer thigh and found nothing.

She had forgotten and left them at her dressing room, after all this is Ithor. She wasn't going to have to deal with such things like this. It wasn't Coruscant after all she was relatively safe here. Yet still here was another crazed male trying to heavly breath down her slim twi'lek neck.

The thought of his hand on her made the Emoting tattoos shift in colors of white and bright yellow hash marks. They fluttered upon her chest and down her back as each of the past memories of those lustious encounters had affected her. As those emotion slowed another emotion arose, Anger. The firey red swirls flared and died as they creeped up her slinder neck to dance upon her face.

(Occ--Teal is her true color)---This isn't Coruscant, what are you doing here!

Reina tried to rise and keep the stone bench between them the yellow hash marks of her nervousness was clearly seen upon her hands and arms. Her standing did not add any resolution to her rise of anger or courage, because the Zeltrozian shimmer dress that she was wearing showed the bright shifting colors of her body beneath. What was more the expensive dress heightened the colors and the patterns flariing upon her skin.

Looking down at her dress she noted that she shouldn't have stood. Taking a step backwards she gave herself a bit of distance. A call box was just a few yards away and if she could get there and signal the officials this stalker would vanish into the darkness he came.

[Cadyren]

When Reina saw him, she quickly rolled off of the stone bench she had been on. Oh, I must have frightened her, the poor thing. He reached out to touch her, to comfort her, but then he saw her tattoos begin to shift colors.

The tattoos looked amazing on her body, and he wondered what it meant when they changed color. Did red mean that she was aroused? Did yellow mean playful? He was sure that was what the colors meant. She was just playing with him, it made sense. She was just pretending to not want him, she was teasing him.

As she got up he saw that her color changing tattoos could be seen through her dress, “Those tattoos of yours are…. Amazing.” That was all he could manage to say to her. He was just so nervous and excited to actually be so close to her.

He smiled when she began to back away from him. “No need to be so shy around me. He said, moving around the bench. He began to pick up his pace as he got closer to her; he just wanted to touch her skin, he just wanted to feel her body….

(Goes to take another shower.)

[Jaxxy]

Tyler had been up in a tree for a while. Judging by the stiffness in her lower back and limbs she guessed for a couple of hours at least, but the notion of time passing had become a foreign one to her as she’d lounged among the heavy branches in the Ithorian garden, lost in her own thoughts and the sweet lull of gentle music.

Before she had found that precious place of respite she’d been in an entirely different place and an entirely different mindset. The buzz and brawn of the spaceport cantina where she had been discussing her crew’s next move with Pamel and Corvin contrasted sharply with the peace of the garden. It had all just become too much for her there in that cantina. Once again another failed lead, once again another dead end in the seemingly hopeless search for her stolen ship, the Smokey Son.

“Snap out of that sulk, Ty,” Pamel, her trusted advisor and mechanic had scolded her, making her feel like the seventeen year old stow-away that she once had been all those years ago. The order made her outwardly bristle, the hair on her neck standing on end in anger as she carefully readjusted her facial features to resemble something that looked less like a pout.

“What the hell else am I supposed to do, Pam?” Tyler had fired back as her fist thumped against the table of their booth. She narrowed her eyes. “Yet another dead lead, this time provided by that dope,” she broke off momentarily to point an accusing finger at Corvin, their third wheel, before her rant continued, “I’m no closer to my ship, no closer to Treedis, and here we sit, wasting time dissecting this complete failure of a trip, while that slimeball traitor,” this time she broke off to spit on the floor of the cantina, “Floats around space in my ship, talking to my contacts and stealing my work! We’re three steps behind Pam, every step of the way! If you have some grand plan to get the Smokey back, please, enlighten us!”

Tyler paused to take a deep breath, trying to calm herself and chase away the black dots that threatened to take over her field of vision. “We’re stuck,” she had said then, her voice lowered in what could be construed as defeat, “Stuck here, on this useless planet in this useless cantina, with this guy, who is also useless.”

Corvin, their contact and the man she had been referring to, didn’t seem to be taking her rant too personally. But he was squinting at her nonetheless, while Pamel was just glaring at her with that hard, accusatory stare he had apparently perfected only in the last couple of weeks since the ship had disappeared on Nar Shaddaa. Corvin cleared his throat and Tyler turned her attention to him.

“Surely this useless cantina is a damn sight more upmarket than what you’re usually used to, doll.”

Tyler resented the assumption that she wasn’t classy enough for a cantina on Mid-Rim Ithor. She was classy, spitting on the floor and public ranting and raving aside, she could be a lady...

She’d just had her ship stolen from her, there was nothing in the I’m a Lady! handbook that her father’s crew had gifted her for her birthday one year that taught you how to deal with such a travesty with poise and courtesy. What was she supposed to do? Smile sweetly and curtsey? Wait for the big, strong men to help her? Ha!

“Here, let me buy you another drink, I’m sure there’s a way we can salvage this evening.”

Tyler stared at Corvin in disbelief. He was smiling at her. Tyler thought it looked a little like a leer, but she wasn’t altogether certain. Regardless, she thought Corvin was an idiot. “Screw this for a game of soldiers,” she had snapped, rising from her seat, “Buy Pam a drink and console him instead.” She stomped out of the cantina, not bothering to look back, both gentlemen not bothering to call her back.

And so she had wandered aimlessly, not stopping until she’d reached the park garden. It was glowing that night and the sound of trickling water promised to soothe her weary mind and banish her angry thoughts. She located a tall, thick tree and did something she hadn’t done since she was a teenager on the Rennes Farm; she climbed it to escape. And then the singing started.

She sighed, utterly contented after the first half-dozen verses of the unknown melody broke through her anger. The beautiful voice of the singer somewhere beneath her managed to do what Tyler herself could not that night. The effect was calming, and bit by bit, limb by limb, she began to relax, to clear her mind of her flailing emotions. She followed the lilt of the lady’s voice – she went up with her with joy, down with her sadness and she finally felt an acceptance as the melody reached its conclusion. It was just so lovely. Tyler couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so touched by a song.

Just as Tyler was wondering if she could live in her tree forever, voices broke through her reverie. Not singing voices this time, talking ones. She blinked herself alert and moved her body into a sitting position quietly, peering downward through the gaps in the branches to spy the origin of the new sounds. There she was, Tyler picked her out straight away, of course. The Twi’lek who had been singing, and she was as pretty as her voice. And there he was, the middle-aged, bearded man approaching her. Tyler didn’t have to hear what they were saying to note that the Twi’lek’s body language did not reflect a desire to be pursued by the quickly advancing man.

From her superior vantage point in the tree she made her presence known. Her tone was conversational, but she was sure she adequately imparted the warning inherent. “Hey Beardy,” she called from above them, “If you’re the reason the pretty lady has stopped her pretty singing, then we’re gonna have a pretty big problem.”

[Foxfire]

Reina shuddered at his words fear groped at her like it had done yearly on in her life. The very word tore into her very being. Shuddering at the words it seem like some one was racking their finger nails down a chalk board. It was almost too much for her to handle. She tried to shift her feet to gain distance but with each perveted word and the shear hunger in his eyes made it hard for her to move her feet. All her muscle control has failing. She was bowing to his pervs actions. Why why was it happening again to her was it some thing inside her that draws these freaks to her.

As the pervo moved around the bench again she slowly, painfully moved to gain any distance between them. Yet it was all she could do to keep from falling at his feet and giving in. But a voice she heard from above that brought new hope to her and broke the strange hold he had on her. The word of this new person gave her hope and courage.

With renewed mindset she also remembered what Je'Baru had taught her about self defence, and the Stava fighting arts. She had to gain the upper hand and break this perseuance. She knew pervy males and once a one has a girl in his sights they will go to any lengths till they have her. So she shifted her feet resting her weight on her left foot. Pulling back her right hand she crossed her index finger and her middle finger as one. Next she let her left hand out in front of her for him to grab. Even with the distraction of this other girl her hand is what hel'' be more interested in at the moment. Then that would be the signal for her to strike and 'break' off this connection with aggresive actions. She might even get to stop his persueing her so that she could call the officials to drag him away, or she just might break his hip joint Je'Baru was never really clear on that point.

She had to thank this girl in person for it was her words that gave her hope and broke this pervos odd hold he had on her. With a visable nod of thanks she turned her eyes back on him ready to strike at the right moment. Then she would treat her savior to a meal like no other.

[Agent of Greystone]

Darvek watched all of the few moment's occurrences from a bench not 50 feet away. He held the detached scope of his rifle up to his eye so to make out every detail of the event. The whole day, and the four before that, Darvek had watched the young girl's comings and goings, studying her habits, where she liked to go, to eat, to enjoy herself. Now here she was, in the park, at night, attempting to get herself molested. He had been halfway into opening the briefcase that harbored his sniper rifle, when someone distracted the creepy man long enough for the girl to use some martial arts to scare him off.

Note to self: Girl knows kung fu. He thought to himself. He had almost had to intervene there, which most surely would have blown his cover. Oh yes, he wasn't stalking this girl because he was a pervert who wanted in her pants, Darvek had been going through a dry streak, no one needed anyone killed or captured, and his savings account had been running low. Then out of the blue, he was offered a large sum of money to take this girl, alive, and bring her to Felucia of all places.

What that half-breed would want with this girl is beyond me, let alone on a toxic jungle world like Felucia. He had read the records on this girl, what few of them there were. She used to be a slave, probably how she got the nifty ink job all over her, and there where only two official records he could find on her ownership, a security video of a man named Giban, who lost her to an ugly Twi'lek named Slath, other than that, he had little idea of who she was or where she came from. Whoever this man was who wanted her, it was obvious he wanted to continue her chain of ownership.

Darvek had a deep dislike for kidnappings and slavery, especially of people her age, but he didn't have any options left to take, so he accepted the job. Clapping the briefcase closed again, he turned a dial on the side of the scope to get a better focus on the scene at hand, ready to continue his pursuit of her if she began to move again. No doubt she would need to return home soon at such a late hour.

[Foxfire]

Reina's movements, when it all started, scared her for a bit. The strike were sure and true. The sound of bones popping made her stomuch turn. The perv dropped like a rock. He started to froth and shake. All this was not what she was expecting, so she turned and bolted into the deeper parts of the garden then slowly made her way back to her room.
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Her room felt safe and protected, yet she held tightly on to the slave pain stick of her's. Any sound made her jump for fear it was the officers coming for her. As night gave way to early morning her mind tired by worry forced her into a restless sleep. She flopped and turned ready to cry out yet she was so tired she didn't have the energy to do so.

[Agent of Greystone]

Darvek observed her strike her attacker down with ease, he could almost hear the crack. After he fell to the ground, the girl left quickly, obviously in distress over what had just occurred. He got up and jogged after her until he was about 30 feet behind her. He walked at a slow pace behind her, fast enough not to fall behind but slow enough as to not overtake her. He tried to look inconspicuous as he followed her, for it might look suspicious to any bystander, seeing a large alien in a dark coat following an innocent young girl late at night.

When they finally arrived at her residence, Darvek followed her until he saw which room she entered, then he darted off to check for anyone who might try to stop him. Luckily for him, but not for the lady, the place seemed to be deserted of anyone who wasn't deep in sleep. He swiftly ran out and back to the garden. He got into his car, a taxi cab which a friend had loaned him, and flew it back, parking it outside the nearest exit.

Making his way back inside, he passed an old Ithorian who eyed him suspiciously as he passed, Damn, thought Darvek I'll have to make this as quick and quiet as possible. He crept over to her door, stopping in shock at one point when his step caused a loud resonating creek. He waited for a minute, then proceeded to the door. Locked. Well of course it's locked dumbass, just gotta get it open and nab her. From his belt, he pulled a security tunneler, and began to pick the lock.

[Foxfire]

Reina wafting in and out of sleep trying to fight yet utterly failing found herself slumping over. As she did the slave stunner caught her in the throat setting her mind on fire and numbing the rest of her body. Into oblivion of fitful sleep mixed with pain she dreamed of floating away far higher that the Ithorian trees and into the blackness of space.

What did her dreams mean she could not tell nor would be able for quiet some time. The slave stunners often messed with ones mind, especially after it had been broken as Reina's had. Her past flashed back through her blurred mind. The time she was a blob idol, having to hold those gooey creatures. Even now with in that dream-scape her emoting tattoos shifted and changed. Yet this was just a bit of the light she knew the next was much darker and fouler.

The slave pens on Nar Shadda having to work for the slimy twi male servicing his buds his partners and clients. The mixture of pain with the over whelming physical pleasure of that darkness. She writhed and moaned upon the floor shifting her tatts to bizarre colors and shapes. Reina wanted those thoughts gone but they lingered in her mind. The pain stick only released ones when they accepted the darkness. So the pain continued for quite a while for Reina.

She was not going to give in she had as the old saying said,'been there done that.' Never again had she considered that way of life even if it meant death. The pain continued as she fought and only an outside source could deal with the pain stick.

[Agent of Greystone]

The bounty hunter Greystone became frustrated with the lock, hacking had never been his strong suit, and rather that re-attempt the lock, he decided upon brute force. Taking a deep breath, Darvek raised up to his full height and sent a boot straight through the sliding door. Reaching through the hole, he hit the "unlock" button, and then the button on his side. He forced the door open, which had warped from the door and become a little stuck, and then turned his gaze onto the scene in front of him.

In an instant, for just a moment, his feelings went from that of hunter stalking prey, to that of panicked bystander. Laying in front of him, the young girl had managed to prod herself in the throat with a stunner, whether intentional or unintentional was unknown, and she was writhing about in agony on the bed. Sprinting to her, Darvek bolted over to her side of the bed.

With the back of his hand, he slapped the stunner out of her hands and away from her throat. He then put his ear to her chest, and then to her lips, checking to see if she was still breathing, and her heart was still beating. In his mind, Darvek argued with himself. The left section of his brain was screaming, Without her, they might kill you. You have to bring her to Felucia! While the right section said, It's a 16 year old girl. You've got to get her to a hospital! The outcome though, was resounding.

"I hope she's not dead!"

[Foxfire]

Within her mind she railed against the pain stick but her body was surcomming to it's control when it was dislodged from her grip. Her breathing was weak and rattled within her chest as she came round. The senstion of pain/pleasure mix was still coursing through her as her eyes opened.
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As she opened her eyes her vision was warped. It often would be after any length of time when dealing with slave pain sticks. What she was seeing was multiple blured figures of nightmarish qualites. She tried to recoil yet with every muscle movement both the pain/pleasure raged within her muscles. Moaning in both pain and pleasure she moved for one of her pillows where she kept one of Je'Baru's khabacs(glass knife of ten inches). She could not be sure if what was in the room was friendly or not but having some sort of protection was better than not. Turning to the being in the room she tried to speak.
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'What do you want? Why are you in my room?
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Her voice was a mixture scared nervousness and the moaning sounds of dealing with the reward side of the slave sticks pleasuring.

[Agent of Greystone]

Darvek sighed in relief as the girl began to stir. Not only did she survive, but now he didn't have to die. Though where she's going she might wish she had died. He thought to himself. He did however find it odd, and a little bit awkward too, that the girl was only moaning half out of pain, and seemed to be moaning in pleasure as well. Darvek cocked a hairless eyebrow and quickly looked over at the stunner which he had slapped out of her hands, and now lay several feet away.

Either this broad is into some weird stuff, or they're just not making stunners the way they did in my day.

She began to move more, and her yes slowly opened. Still, she looked like she had just been hit with a brick, and didn't know where she was or what her name was. What do you want? Why are you in my room? She asked, in the same voice one has when they've woken up after two hours of sleep with a hangover.

"Girlie," he said. "After what you just went through, I could tell you exactly who I was and what I was doing standing over your bed in the middle of the night, but frankly, I don't think you would remember."

With that, Darvek put her arm around his neck and hoisted her small form onto his shoulder. "So how about I bring you over to the shuttle, and I tell you later on our way to Felucia!" At the end of the sentence, he spoke in a giddy voice, as if they were a father and daughter going on a vacation, and not a man kidnapping a girl half his age.

[Foxfire]

Reina was a wrag doll in her capture's hands. She could not hold on to the glass blade and it plopped on the bed very sharp yet also very useless. Her head was slow to clear yet when he spoke the singular word of where they were going gave her hope.
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Felucia, the home world that both her and Je'Baru made as, was safer then any place in the verse. If an capture order came for her and the delivery destination was Felucia then she knew that Je'Baru was calling her home. She just hoped it would go as planned. When it came to her noghri anything was possible.
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OCC-we'll take up on Felucia with the thread 'Beauty and the Beast'