"Alright." Agreeing softly, Damalis wondered for the first time exactly what she'd gotten into. Normally she didn't concern herself with such things, trusting that things would turn out how they were supposed to and not worrying about what might go wrong.

But now, she was beginning to think she should have just stayed home.

"For crying out loud, go turn it on now then!" Arawn growled at Portus, the young crew member who was looking embarassedly around the room. He couldn't believe the young man had forgotten to turn on the surveliance equipment in the room where they put the girls. Just as badly as he needed a new ship, he needed a new crew.

As much as Arawn hated to admit it, his ship the Celtico was on her last legs. She seriously needed a complete overhaul before she sputtered and utterly died, leaving them stranded somewhere, just another huge piece of space junk floating around. She'd done it twice already, which was the only reason Arawn had admitted there was a problem in the first place. The Celtico had been the second ship he'd owned, certainly not new when he bought her, but in good shape back them. But several bad runs, they took quite a bit of damage on more than a few of them, and people who didn't pay him for the work he did, and Arawn was now in a very tight spot.

He was a Captain. He had to have a ship. You stopped being Captain Arawn Silvertongue when you ceased to have a ship. Well, not if you were in the military and, while he'd thought about it when he was younger, Arawn knew he wasn't the military type. For one thing, he preferred to make his own choices about what was right or wrong instead of just letting some nebulous government decide for him.

Take today's work. Most governments would tell you it was completely wrong to kidnap some rich man's granddaughter and haul her unwillingly back him when she was of an age to make the decisions herself. Even if the old man WAS offering a ton of credits to get her back. More than enough credits to have the Celtico upgraded, repaired and even purchase her a sister ship. Now THAT was the kind of thinking most military governments would let him get away with... especially since there wasn't a chance in hell he would turn the money over to them.

It had taken Arawn awhile to decide to do it, however. No one had was to expect she'd been kidnapped at all or it wouldn't work. So there was quite alot of thought gone into the whole thing, hence the complicated programming on the service unit Kyoufu employed. The problems had begun immediately though. The woman's protocol droid almost didn't believe the transmission it was getting about delivering the new ship she'd bought to another port and then the servo droid had gone haywire. Back at the Celtico they hadn't been able to see what had gone on, but from the state of Kyoufu's dress, Arawn was sure it hadn't been pretty.

Still, he couldn't shake the feeling that this was turning out to be a cut rate job. For starters, if he ignored the problems with the droids, there was the blond. Kyoufu herself he'd known would be a hassle simply because she was a known @#%$, but he thought he wouldn't have to worry about Portus drooling over her constantly once she lit into him with once. Now the tall blond was an entirely differant matter....

"They probably have the room bugged." Damalis proclaimed, seemingly out of place but it was her way of letting Chiisai know that the listening devices were now on. The smaller woman caught on because she nodded, folded her arms and sat motionless. Feeling instantly ackward, Damalis looked about their little cell, noticing that Chiisai had the only seat. There was enough room on the bench/cot for both of them to sit but Damalis didn't think the other woman would share.

So she seated herself on the floor, leaning her back against the wall and wondering just how they were going to get out of this.

Her arms folded, Chiisai fought to keep her temper in check. She was not used to being abused in any fashion, no one had ever dared, plus it seemed a whole crew of idiots had managed to kidnapped her. She certainly wouldn't have done such a shoddy job of hijacking a person, nor would she have forgotten to turn on the listening devices in her victims cabin either. Someone's head would be rolling by now if anyone in her employment was as idiotic to forget something such as that.

There was another small matter on her mind, which Chiisai could no longer ignore. Generally when one was abducted, it was done with the knowledge that some one was going to pay to get the person back. Now Chiisai, while perfectly sercure in her knowledge that she was worth vast amounts of money, was a little shaky when it came to who would possible give good credits to get her back. Everyone hated her guts, she knew, so who was this person they were expecting to pay for her welfare?

"Greetings ladies." Stepping in to the room, Arawn looked over his captives, noting that they seemed to have made themselves comfortable. He'd originally planned to never have any contact with Kyoufu, but the droids malfunction had thrown his plans so far out of wack that he was just winging it now. Plus this room had been prepared for one occupant, not two. "I believe we have some rules to discuss before we get much further, and a bunk change."

Hopping to her feet, Damalis stepped away from the door anxiously, then blushed when she saw that Chiisai never moved. The tiny woman looked cool and calm without batting a lash at their kidnappers arrival, making Damalis instantly wish she'd remained seated as well. So she could pretend to be uneffected by the big guy standing in the door way but she'd already stood so now she was stuck that way. She'd have preferred to give the impression of indifferance now that she'd thought about it but it was too late.

Oh well, at least she could look the fellow in the eye now.

The narrowing of her eyes the only reaction to the man's appearance, Chiisai sat very still. Completely ignoring the man seemed the safest way to annoy him right now, but the tiny woman was certainly planning other things. She just needed the time to think them out, find out all the facts because she didn't want to try something then find out there was an easier way to get it done. Plus, she most certainly didn't want to get hurt or injured in any way, pain was not something Chiisai liked, especially not her own.

So, she'd already decided to listen to what the man had to say. She just didn't have to let him know she gave a damn about it.

"Well, that was painless, wasn't it?" Smiling slightly, Arawn knew his joke would fall flat before he even said it, but he did anyways. Call it a personality quirk. "First off, as long as you two listen and do what we say, no one will be hurt. I intend you no harm, but I'm not going to turn you loose either. I have some business to conduct and I need you present." Looking first from the blond then to Kyoufu, Arawn waited a few moments to see if either of them felt the need to comment. When they both seemed determined to keep silent, he moved on. "Secondly, we'll be moving you to another room with two cots. Thirdly, what happened to your robes? I know your reputation, Kyoufu, and I also know the fashion lately does not run to mangled clothing."

It was at this moment that Arawn realized something. While torn clothing wasn't the fashion of the second at Coruscant these days, the clothes the blond wore was. It was hard to enter a club anywhere on the planet without running into a couple beautities decked out in that corona searing yellow color dancing around the room. This was an interesting concept, since he seriously doubted Kyoufu cared to buy her servants only the very best. In fact, after giving the blond a once over, Arawn realized there was no way he could honestly swallow the story that this woman was Kyoufu's servant. No way would the former Hapan Queen employ a woman who, even on a bad day, was more than equal to Kyoufu's own prettiness in looks and figure. So, if the blond wasn't her servant, who was she? Certainly not protection. Even with possession of the lightsaber, the leggy blond couldn't have passed herself off as a bodyguard if she wanted to. Unless of course, she was trying to do the exact opposite of that and make you think she was a complete bumbling air head while truthfully being a bodyguard. This was even more hard to swallow than the fact that she was a servant of any kind, as Arawn still didn't think Kyoufu would pick a stunner like the blond to work for her, but right now, he couldn't take the chance of not taking that into consideration.

'Damn, another loose end.' He thought to himself, as he waited for one of them to answer.

It was Damalis who broke first. Chiisai was still sitting silently, arms folded and looking as cool as a block of ice, apparently with no intentions of speaking at all, much less answering any questions. This worried Damalis, as she wasn't at all eager to upset anyone, and if the man was asking the question, he certainly wanted it answered. While she didn't get any feelings that this fellow was dangerous, he certainly looked that way. He was large and powerful looking, with broad shoulders and well shaped biceps, but he moved with a light step that warned her he was probably no easy person to tangle with in a fight. Plus, as they were his prisoners, he held all the cards. Of course, there was the fact that he had kidnapped them.

"The servo droid ran over her robes and they got tangled in the tracks." She told him, shifting nervously from foot to foot as she knew quite well that she was probably making Chiisai angry by answering. Damalis certainly wasn't enjoying the idea that she was stuck between more than one rock and several sharp, dangerous hard places. "I cut them with the saber to stop her from being ran over."

"Where did you get the lightsaber from?" The man fired the question at her so suddenly that Damalis answered before she thought. She surprised herself by lying.

"A friend gave it to me."

"Why?" Still firing questions at her, the man didn't even bat a lash, which didn't help her to figure out if he believed her or not.

"He wanted to impress me...." His next question completely surprised her, as Damalis finally answered something truthfully.

"Did it?"

"No... A lightsaber you bought only proves you have money."

Not liking the idea that the servo unit had gone completely haywire, Miria had promised him it wouldn't go so far as to harm anyone, Arawn hid his thoughts behind a blank mask. This whole mission was getting way out of hand and he was fighting the urge to just tell Decralen to turn around and they'd just dump the girls off back on Coruscant before this disaster went any further. As if to remind him why he was doing this, the Celtico began to shake and a huge booming metallic groan croaked through her hull as she prepared to move into hyperdrive. His poor ship only had a few more jumps left in her and he just couldn't let her go to the scrap yard. He just had to press on with this whole foolish plan and hope nothing else unplanned happened.

At least he was a little more satisfied with why the blond had the lightsaber. He still didn't think she was a servant, which was a loose end he didn't care for, but at least he felt secure in the knowledge that the lightsaber meant little to her. The story she told might not be the full truth, but Arawn couldn't shake the feeling that indeed the weapon wasn't very important to her.

"Well then, you won't mind if I just keep it."