Sylvar

Under the Heel [Pseudo Star Wars] (Mature)

That settled, I go about preparing our meal.

"Wait here, I'll get your share as well" I say to Aayla as I step into the lift. A short moment later, I'm back in the cockpit with my high quality imperial rations. Glad I got these, the cheap ones are awful...

Getting comfortable in the passenger seating next to my new friend, I hand to her her share saying "Eat up, I made sure to get the best quality available." Collecting my thoughts I take in the assorted selection of my ration, the smell of it wafting to my nose pleasantly.

"So. The Mistress will certainly eventually contact me for a status report on my mission. When this happens, chances are she'll want to see you, though I will initially do my best to convince her to let me keep you as we've established." I say, starting to feel a bit timid about where this is going.

"What we will be acting is when she wants to see you. The hardest time we'll have convincing her is if she engages you in conversation. She will do her utmost to unravel the possibility of lies, so I think the best way to avoid that is for you to simply remain quiet out of defiance. However, knowing my Mistress, she will expect me to... discipline you, instantly and quite forcefully if I'm to succeed in convincing her of my intents for you. As in, she will expect me to hit you. I must ask you, is this all right? I won't be playing around, if it comes to that." Nibbling on my food now, my uncertainty about proposing this quite plain in my features.

Under the Heel [Pseudo Star Wars] (Mature)

Hearing her talk about what proof she might want, memories arise of my first times spent alone with Mistress. A shiver runs down my spine at the images. Those were not good times... I hope Aayla will understand... I think to myself, keeping a cool face instead of a sad one, I continue my attention on Aayla's words.

"Let's say you tracked me down on Cholganna. You told me to surrender, I refused and attacked you. We fought and you knocked me out in the end. You can tell your mistress I was not very skilled." sounds good, and I'm sure we can leave the part about the time of her Jedi training out of it. Can't be letting the Mistress know how weak you are, if we're eventually going to deal with her probably. That thought aside, I nod along with her words.

At the suggestion of practice, I'm lightly relieved. Practice sounds good. I'd forgotten to ask her about that... I'm glad she brought it up.

"We should do it soon, though. Your Mistress could check in any day. You could pretend to not have caught me yet, but that will probably only work once."

The slightly stressful thoughts of attempting to deceive my Mistress were just starting to relax their tension until she mentioned practicing right away. Hmmm. I think I need to clear my head a bit before that.

"Perhaps some food in our bellies first? I know my Mistress will wait to hear from me before calling, definitely at least a couple more days. Everything you've said sounds spot on, how about we work out the details over a bite to eat? To plan our act, before we practice, at least a little." I supply hopefully, feeling hunger tug at my belly.

Under the Heel [Pseudo Star Wars] (Mature)

"A person could become quite emotionally vulnerable, forced to wait in such a place for so long. One could lose hope, become demoralized... And yet the will to survive remains. We cling to a reason to keep going no matter how unlikely it seems," she replied, a blue feeling tinting her words.

One could lose hope and become demoralized... I know that feeling. Is it bad that I'm glad she knows that feeling? Maybe I'm just bad... Herrm. Snapping out of my mental wanderings, I tune back into her words.

"You could say you found me clinging to the belief my Master would return for me, that ultimately he would save me..." She paused for a moment, and I listened intently for her to continue "and that you overpowered me then offered to spare my life in exchange for my submission... it would not be a stretch to pretend I'd preferred returning to that life over have none at all. Some say once a slave, always a slave."

Her words striking chord after chord, all I can think of is my own past. Other slaves beside me in the mines dying on their feet, literally worked to death... and then being freed from that only to be subjugated further by Mistress.

"Would that be enough? How 'yours' will I need to be for your Mistress to approve?" She finished, which I barely caught, so unbalanced had my own thoughts made me.

It takes me a few moments to fully recollect myself, at least enough to answer her question. Would that be enough? I'm already convinced, and I'm in on the act, sheesh.

I finally manage to barely keep my voice steady as I say "Yes. Definitely enough. I'm honestly a little speechless, your words on slavery speak much of the hardship you've witnessed. Beyond what you've said, the only thing I could possibly add is that she'll probably expect you to still be at least a little defiant, while mostly broken and demoralized. Since you were recently captured, I imagine she will expect you to be bound in one of my cells as a result. Is that alright?"

Almost biting back a request, so silly did it sound to me at first, I simply had to force it out lastly.

Suddenly timid, I say "I must also beg of you to script our performance. I fear my mistress knows me all too well, and that she will recognize anything I think up as simply a farce of my creation. As... forward as I am, I am certainly not confident, especially in the face of my mistress and her scrutiny of my imagination." Looking at the floor, I bear myself truly to this Jedi who so enthralls me. I can't help myself, she's been so forthright with me, so good to me...

Under the Heel [Pseudo Star Wars] (Mature)

"You make many many fair points. I will defer to your knowledge on slaves, as most of my time as a slave was in mines. I was mostly thinking of the idea of playing you as captured by my own hand since that's what I'm going to have to tell my Mistress when she contacts me." I say, thinking aloud.

Another thought occurred to me, a rather worrying thought. We should probably work out some plan for when that call comes...

"We might have to start our act a little sooner than expected. She will probably want proof of your capture... If you're good enough, she might leave us be. I might be able to beg her for you as my reward, as our act to her, for the sake of keeping our alliance going and under the imperial radar. All that's left is figuring out exactly how we're going to go about that act." I finish, a note of worry and uncertainty creeping into my voice. "For our plan to succeed, we have to convince her you're mine. If she thinks otherwise, she will call me back right away. And if I don't return, she will send others. The Empire will be made known of our presence, and we will loose our greatest asset: surprise."

Under the Heel [Pseudo Star Wars] (Mature)

"You know... my time as a slave wasn't that bad. I was... prepared for it. I was not upset for my own sake, earlier. I'm sorry if I worried you. I won't let it be a problem again." She said, meeting my eyes sincerely. I'm glad she's forgiven me for breaking the bad news to her. I was afraid I'd really given her quite a terrible shock.

As she says that she'll need to adopt the proper demeanor, I can't help but grin just a little bit. What kind of slave? This should be interesting. With only a small tinge of humor in my voice, still a bit dimmed by my recollection of my past, I say pleasantly "Well, you would most likely have to play the role of my pleasure slave. With your build, and clear interest in me, it shouldn't be too hard to accomplish. And it would barely be a lie, excluding the part about you being a slave. And about acquiring you, an easy story would be that I captured and trained you myself. The duality of our interactions should be quite interesting, wouldn't you say?" The sly grin Aayla often manages to drag out of me shows through finally.

Under the Heel [Pseudo Star Wars] (Mature)

Listening intently, her words make nothing but sense. I was looking forward to being led around on a leash in public... ah, well. Slightly disappointed at the lost opportunity, I let my mind consider other possibilities, and one pops to the surface quite quickly.

"I understand. I think my excitement at the thought may have influenced my choice there. The only other thought that comes to mind quickly is something that I don't think you'll like the sound of at all..." I say, my voice escaping reluctantly as the words themselves. "It would be a fairly easy disguise for us to pull off if YOU were to play the act of my slave. Please hear me out? It would only ever have to be a disguise for places where we might get recognized, which we will be avoiding in the first place, so it will be an immensely infrequent occurrence. You would, of course, keep that shock collar controller hidden on your person."

Pausing for a moment in my verbal mad dash I internally debate whether or not to bring this up. But it would support my idea... but she probably hates my idea...

"I saw that beat up old slave collar you wore. I honestly hate to even suggest to a former slave the idea that they should ACT as a slave, to a former enemy at that. But it's the most reliable disguise we could fall back to, in a pinch." Sadness tinges my voice as I speak the words, knowing entirely too well myself the depths of depravity slave owners tend to indulge in.

Barely able to snap out of that unwanted and deep recollection, I add finally "And otherwise, we could literally just pose as smugglers, considering my ship's cloaking capacity, and your ability to alter peoples' memories if we bugger our act up badly enough."

Under the Heel [Pseudo Star Wars] (Mature)

Somehow spent and rejuvenated in ways and places I hadn't realized were still possible after all that I'd been through. The relaxed and easy conversation, which got a bit awkward when noting particularly dark differences between Sith and Jedi training, otherwise was absolutely wonderful. I've... missed this kind of interaction. Too much. A calm and content expression rests comfortably and happily on my face and body language, resting in the seat next to Aayla's in the cockpit's passenger seating.

Looking at the board in front of us, I ask Aayla curiously "Have you ever played Chess? It would be nice to have someone to play against."

Under the Heel [Pseudo Star Wars] (Mature)

An interesting question. What TO do first? I think about it for a moment as we enter the ready room from the rather snug fit the two of us together had in the lift.

"I was thinking of comparing and contrasting the basics, which might have the most frequent occurrences of similarity in technique and execution. What physical exercises do they teach Padawan to practice, for staying in shape?" I ask honestly. As she formulates her answer, I try my best to bring to memory the first sets of personal training I'd learned to mind to help pick out any she might show me which might be similar.

Under the Heel [Pseudo Star Wars] (Mature)

Seeing her happy, genuinely as anyone with her decidedly arousing appearance in the clothes she's wearing could, I calmed down instantly. It felt odd to be calmed by happiness... in a warm way.

I'd become used to calming myself as a reaction to female happiness... in a cold way.

Experiencing such warmth, I was utterly incapable of doing nothing but returning it in kind by slipping my sly grin into an actually and earnestly happy smile to match her own. I remember not to use teeth quite as much as I normally would, just to be sure... not trying to intimidate the poor girl.

"I'm quite ready. Are you?"

I haven't spoken that warmly to someone since... Ahhh, nope. Not having that thought now. Too warm...

"And, uh, where to?" I add quickly, forcing the train of thought back on it's pleasant track towards exercising with Aayla, comparing exercises with Aayla, the list went on.

Under the Heel [Pseudo Star Wars] (Mature)

"Still on track?" I hear from behind me, slightly out of breath. I set the autopilot back on, leaving the manual control I was holding on to for fun in favor of conversation with Aayla. As soon as I turn to answer her, I see her revealing tube top damp with sweat from exertion and barely remember to finish my sentence of "The flight is going quite well... totally on track." I cringe slightly, with just my eyes, at the stumbled mumble.

Smooth. Looks like she really exerted herself. I wish I was there to see it all unfold... my mind almost totally goes off track.

Catching my thoughts, I manage to calmly ask "How was your dancing? You were gone for quite a while, and judging by the state of your clothes, you were not idle." I slide in at the end, a sly grin lightly turning up the corners of my lips.