Solae lingered for a few moments outside the ovoid Revitalization Chamber. Argon had announced the time that it would take before Rene was restored and she knew rationally he would be under anesthesia for the duration. Despite knowing he was unconscious, that staying in the medical bay would provide now benefit, and that the machinery needed no monitoring nor assistance, she wished it had been upstairs where she could have worked while she waited. In their short time together she had found Rene's presence to be comforting both while they were awake and enraptured by the realm of slumber. With him she was not alone, not in the world nor in her fight against the rebellion. The marquise was not certain that anyone alive nor dead had ever been so clearly in her proverbial corner until the soldier stumbled into her would-be ambush unwittingly.

"Argon, I want you to secure the medical bay after we depart; only myself and Rene are to open it. I also would like you to summon one armed drone inside the manor with instructions to eliminate any human targets that assault either myself, Rene, or the Syshin that remain on the plantation," she instructed.

"Acknowledged, Solae Falia," Argon responded. As the highborn woman stepped outside the room in question it hissed as the door closed and numerous airtight seals were engaged for maximum security. The linguist highly suspected that typically these safeguards were meant to keep humanoid property from escaping captivity. She did not know what would happen to this gaudy mansion once they left but she felt that it was minimally cleansed by the Syshin liberation and certain functions being put to more virtuous uses than they had in the past.

Kent twitched nervously at the sight of Solae carrying two deadly weapons and the knowledge that there was a robotic entity also under her control en route. He followed after her obediently as she departed the underground bunker and emerged in the study on the first floor. The butler was a shadow to her as he had been to his former slaver master. Posture and expression made him no more menacing than a toothless lapdog in light of the aggressive layers of protection enabled. When Rene had first breached the estate he had thought it was more deadly to be outside where airborne vehicles of destruction were obliterating all his co-workers. Now he wasn't certain that Solae's dispassionate authority was not more terrifying.

"Argon, I would like you to put me back on broadcast please, if you will, so that the Syshin outside may be able to hear me," she requested pleasantly.

The noblewoman summoned the Syshin inside with reassurances that the situation was well under control and that their safety would not be in jeopardy. The maids were still traumatized and hesitant to re-enter the building of abuse but they were emboldened by assertion that they could now make it [i]their[/i] place. No one would know what had transpired until all of them were long gone. More importantly, all the Syshin were tempted by the prospect of a meal before they began any journey to find the rest of their people and reintegrate into their society.

Before they began they went, in two shifts by gender, to change out of their uniforms and rags into clothing of their choosing from the upper floor. Admittedly there were more choices for the male Syshin than the female but they were all grateful for the agency given. That they could hear the blubbering, squealing noise of the human maid begging to be let free (for she mistaking though the approaching steps were the human saviors of the complex) had given them guilty pleasure. Human garments were so drastically different in size, fit, and design that none of them looked quite right but it was better than charred remnants of fabric or entirely short skirts that had been taken advantage of to brutalize. Something about taking the attire from their deceased oppressors was empowering. Though they had not the benefits of a Revitalization Chamber each one of them was rejuvenated by the relatively minor transformation made of their own accord.

All of the female Syshin, as well as the injured male still wielding Rene's sword, were tasked with dinner. The latter had been reluctant as he thought his skills could be better put to use elsewhere but Solae made her intentions clear- he was to use that sword and all his rage if anything slipped past the drones and posed a credible threat.

Kent Lis and the male Syshin were given the duty to pack supplies that Rene and Solae would need when they traversed the stars. To say that either party was unenthused to be working with the other was a vast understatement; they had thinly veiled contempt on both sides of the aisle. The marquise put the younger male Syshin with the best Imperial Common in charge and advised both Argon and the aliens that should Kent be physically hostile that they had her permission to restrain and execute him if necessary. They had killed nearly everyone else on the plantation of the human race so one more body truly would not weigh heavily on their conscience. Solae and Rene both knew themselves to be past a point of no return. They would not be kept awake at night over one slaver's servant; more tragic and horrific sacrifices had already been made.

The golden-haired diplomat descended back into the Command Center and, with a drone hovering over her right shoulder, sat down upon one of the plush chairs with a heavy sigh. "All right, Argon, let's discuss how we can eliminate all records of the Syshin transactions."