"For someone who intended to protest using the Rev Chamber you look like a new man after using it," Solae remarked with a bemused smile and unabashed admiration. Though the nobility had cast him out of their ranks they had not been able to so casually erase the evidence he had been born into such status. High cheekbones, a square jawline, and nose neither too small nor too prominently large made Rene ridiculously handsome refreshed and restored. The marquise marveled quietly at whatever luck of the gods had allowed her to survive the embassy, be saved by such a creature, and earned his affection. Thoughtfully she reached up to ruffle his hair with a soft smile.

By comparison she knew she looked less than ideal. Her long golden hair had remained mostly untouched by the trek through the jungle and infiltration of the mansion, but the rest of her body was showing wear. Lasha's oil had broken down the blood trapped below the the surface of the skin on her side and helped her heal. "We should get some supplies from the medical bay underground," she mused aloud as she considered the sutured wound on her thigh and the more visible laceration on her forehead that had been tended to at Lord Armon's. Not only was she eager to look more like Rene's equal, she knew this was not a sprint to the finish but a marathon. They had no way of knowing how far they would need to traverse in space before arriving somewhere that would have equipment capable of contacting the higher authorities of the Stellar Empire.

"I had the Syshin help us gather various things we might need for the trip, but you may want to look over the weapons at least. I do not have your familiarity with such things and I've never had to pack for a mission. It's in our best interest to defer to your judgment on what can be left behind and what will be unexpectedly needed," she said with a gesture. Kent Lis, hearing these words and wanting to be as far away as possible from Rene at all times, slid against the wall to the farther corner of the room so as to maintain his comfortable distance. The butler twitched nervously. He would be all too glad when the threat that both rebellion refugees were out of his sight.

"Ah, and I've scrubbed our alien friends from all of the plantations records. It was a little more tricky to remove them all from the back up, history notes, and personal diaries, but there's nothing left that's identifiable," she lowered her voice. "Even if the maid and butler are experts at physiological differences between members of the species, they won't be able to find any proof who lived here, so that will keep them safe long enough for them to be hidden or moved by Amber Horizon if necessary." Solae gave a self-satisfied smile. At the Syshin encampment they had imposed on the hospitality of others even if they paid by their defense and counter-attack of slavers. But this protection of abused beings using nothing more than a console made her feel more personally successful.

"Solae Falia, the incoming transport ship has been located. Do you wish to initiate contact?" Argon asked helpfully.

"Search your records. In the past, who initiated contact first?" the scion inquired.

"The transport ship has 98.54% percent of the time prior to today, rounding to the nearest hundredth decimal," the artificial intelligence system noted after a speedy analysis.

"Let's wait then. When does that contact usually-" Solae began.

"Have an incoming transmission," Argon interrupted. "Would you like me to open the channel, Solae Falia?"

"After Sir Kent is over here," she said as she waved over the twitchy older man. Giving Rene a wide birth he slinked over the marquise's other side as if he hoped she might provide a buffer. Silently Solae handed Rene his plasma gun over as there were a series of electronic sounds indicative of a connection being established between the manor and a distance space vessel.

"Is the cargo ready?" a deep baritone called out abrasively.

"Y-you have to come save us!" the noblewoman said a perfectly feigned sound of panicked fear. As she spoke she pulled out her pistol, flicked off the safety as she had seen Rene do before, and pressed it against the butlers midsection as a warning that she did not trust her bribe alone was sufficient motivation for his compliance.

"Who is this? Where's Jax?" boomed the man in reply.

"T-This is Kent Lis," the butler called out with Solae's gesture. "Most... almost everyone at the plantation has been killed. We were attacked."

"Who the hell was that talking then?" the pilot demanded with mounting agitation lacing his voice.

"It's a woman," Kent Lis stuttered lamely at a loss of what to say.

"Is she the one that killed you?"

"No, she didn't kill anyone," was the honest response with a pensive glance towards the blonde.

"On a scale of 1-10, how hot is she? Will she sell well?"

"She's... the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," Kent admitted uncomfortably as he tried to edge away slowly as the conversation was coming to a conclusion. To say this was not a scenario he ever wanted to be in was a vast understatement.

"I'm already here so I might as well see the goods. I'm sure if that fucker is really dead he left behind some valuables," he muttered. "Touch down in about thirty minutes. If you aren't there when I land I [i]will[/i] find you," was the warning delivered as the connected was severed.