[b]Solarel and Isabelle[/b]

The rest of the shuttle goes about their business. Lilika remains onboard along with the two lionesses (the second apparently caring for her sister who is still pretty out of it). Annika and Crescent come out together. The ancestor is with you as well. 

The Ancestor appears to be enjoying what you two have going, Solarel and Isabelle. Solarel, it’s telling you to give Isabelle a back massage with the hand holding that side of her. 

Crescent, for her part, snorts at Solarel carrying Isabelle, but says nothing. Annika chooses to blow past it, though she can see what’s going on well enough. “Have you realized yet that the spirits here are not like the Zaldarians?” She asks impatiently. “I think this place is reflective of a longer-past, of beings that predate the Zaldarians!” She’s excited, bordering on agitated. You can see now that a lot of the geists she has with her are for navigation in this space. You’re not linked with them, but they’re part of this facility and they’re offering her maps, directions, and possibly some amount of control over the space. A square, metallic door inset into the wall like a blast shield that leads into the next cave opens as a little hawk geist flies out from her to it and then back. 

“I want both of you to see if you can understand this place. Solarel, is it different to you, than to me? What about you, uh, human, can you sense anything here?”

Following this direction, the cavern becomes more natural, but there are spirits here, strong ones. As soon as you’re through the blast door, Solarel, one of the spirits flits down to you. It’s clearly not a Zaldarian, but manifests before you in a humanoid form somewhat like Isabelle if she had soft feathers all along her arms, neck, and sides of her face. 

Isabelle, you [i]can[/i] see this spirit, it’s appearing to you as well as Solarel, but it’s clear that Annika and Crescent cannot at the moment, it’s questioning the two of you. Perhaps because you’re new?

“Visitors, public access to test wing N57E28 is restricted. Please explain why you’re here. Your companions' authorizations do not include guests and I am loathe to allow any further trespass here without instructions.”

***

[b]Dolly and Jade[/b]

“You sham goddess, you’ll not get away with this! You’re nothing but a divine whore who seeks sacrifices for your amusement! Oh oh oh, I will make you pay, I will bend your servants over my knee when I have them, and then I will take your vessel and bend it to my will in turn. I see now this is beyond the arena, do not think to sleep safely if I find you! Do not – grrrph, mmph, mrrrwwph!”

It is here that the gag cuts her off as you pull it tight. 

She wants this, she said it without so many words in response to your offer. Not necessarily this capture, this will be chalked down as another loss on her part (although she could be a really good actor who’s a secret bottom and simply wants to rant to the greatest amount possible as you rob her of all her freedoms!). But she definitely wants the game. The game is incredibly hot, and she’s loving that. She doesn’t want to be let out because she’s not having fun because oh no, she is having fun plotting her vengeance for every humiliation. Her eyes glance back and forth between the two of you, Ksharta shying away a bit at the force of her rhetoric and you wielding the gag. It’s a lot for her, though she’s not bolting just looking a little unsure about how it’s all going and whether this is how it was supposed to go. She looked scandalized when Angela called her a sham goddess and a whore. 

Now you’ve got to prep your prisoner and do your little parade though! All the way back to the spaceport if you want. Possibly with some gloating and appropriate comebacks now that she can’t retort any further.

[You take a string on Angela and she tries, in her way, to give you what you want, a green light to play with your prisoner as you see fit.]

***

[b]Mirror[/b]

“Eeep, ah, of c-course” Matty manages. She nibbles nervously on a claw, but her tail goes swish swish swish in excitement and she does what she’s told like a good girl, settling herself into your lap, legs draped over the right side of your makeshift nanobot chair, curled up with head leaning into your chest so you can easily stroke her hair. Her left claw tries to hold onto your leg, making little biscuits as she settles. She purrs even before you do it, the position itself and the warmth of being on you like this offering her that feel of contentment. You can feel it rise too as you touch her, and the gentle rumble of a warm, safe Hybrasilian in your lap is its own special slice of heaven. 

Trosta seems content with all this. “I see that Hybrasilian engineering was not the only thing I should have been asking about!” She chuckles, slapping her chair with those strong bronze arms. “Yes, this is all acceptable. This is good, I understand a little more the scale of what you want. Chains yes. Something that demands your attention to work around, functioning at the scale of your armor. I will take a standard day to think and then I will come back to you with my thoughts and my questions and we will start work. The bill will go to Hybrasilian high command, yes? You fight for their faction, I thought, not independent?”