Log:This One is FORCED out!

This One is FORCED out!

OOC Date: August 24, 2019 (Optional)
Location: Nar Shaddaa
Participants: Oran Arcantael, Domino, Fivv'c Tull

Widow Headquarters - Shadowgate Prison District, Nar Shaddaa.

In an interview room is a medium table that is bolted to the floor and a piece of metal bolted to the tabletop, to lock handcuffs too. In a chair, sitting handcuffed to the table, is the woman that Fivv stunned earlier.

"Thisssss One is glad to sssseee you are awake, ssssslave sssssseller." she hisses as polietely as a six foot tall, ugly enough to scare children, female Barabel can hiss.

"All you had to do wasssss pay me the 10k and none of thissssss would have happened." she hisses and shakes her head.

She is standing against the wall, about six feet away from the woman, but with in easy blaster range if need be.

"You did thissssss to yourssssself" she hisses.

Domino is slumped a bit at the table, miracuously her wig has remained on her head if a bit dirty and unkempt from today's misadventure. Her white shirt is stained with bood and her corset bears tell tale scortch marks of a couple of stun blasts. When she called Oran she sounded a bit distant and disoriented and now she's more awake and keenly uncomfortable. The fact that lashes of one eye have gone askew in earlier commotion both irritatingly obstructing the view in that eye and being distractingly at such a wrong angle it makes it hard to notice anything else about her at present. "I don't sell slaves which is why I don't take them in collateral." She lifts her gaze and glowers darkly "Well. You were warned. Take a moment to enjoy that feeling-maybe it'll bring you some comfort someday when you have literaly nothing else but this memory."

Oran does not cut a particularly frightening physical profile, but there's something about the way he walks into a room like he owns it that suggests confidence in something beyond being a towering slab of muscle. Good thing, since he's never, ever going to be a towering slab of muscle. Ushered in by security, he's looking a proper contrast to poor Domino there, impeccably tidy and clean in a suit tailored just-so. Once in the room, his brows lift, taking in Fivv with an up-down-up look. "So toothsome," he greets(?). His voice is Coruscanti, sounds like the upper levels, sounds like money. "I suppose someone would like to explain." He eyes Domino. "And by 'someone' I mean you." Fivv does not seem bothered by the status or aire the man seems to be broadcasting. She simple shrugs, remaining where is, leaning up against the wall.

Her arms are crossed over her chest.

"Thissss One overheard that one," she upnods meaning Domino, "talking about profitting off of the sssssale of ssssslavessss. Thissss One is a Galactic Law Officer. Thissss one doessss not abide sssslavery or onessss who condone it. Thissss One made a reassssssonable offer, pay Thisssss One 10k to look the other way or be arressssssted." Fivv shrugs. "That one decided not to heed Thisssss One's wordssss and declined the offer. Thissss One told that one to sssstop or Thiss One would arressssst her. Sssshe did not sssstop. Ssssso I sssstunned her, and brought her here. End of ssssstory." she hisses the truth and nothing but the truth.

Domino lifts her chin defiantly though her cheeks darken at the handsom man seeing her in such a state, "She wanted a payoff. I told her to shove it. If you're here to pay you can just go and I'll stay here." She glowers at Fivv "Not. A. Single. Credit." she hisses. She closes her eyes and swallows her fierceness replaced by a slightly queasy look as pain reasserts itself. There's no indignant whining or insistent defense. Just a quiet wrath smoldering behind hazel eyes then wipes away by shades of unheathy pallor and a queasy expression "Careful about lying too this one, Bantha Brat."

"I see," Oran dryly replies after he processes Fivv's sibilant speech. "Well, first things first, would you be so kind as to provide me your proper form of address? I'm loathe to refer to you as That One, but I can, if it's the proper thing to do. My name is Oran Arcantael, and this one's name," he hand-wobbles in the general direction of Domino. "That varies, I suppose." A moment lingers, watching Dom... watching her... watching... the lag in the conversation teeters on the precipice of awkward before he snaps back to life, "I'm sorry, just - your eyelash, it's just - I can't stop looking at that." Back to the issue at hand. "Anyway. Slavery is legal in Hutt Space, though I do agree it's in poor taste. Galactic authority in general is administered by the First Order, currently represented by," he spreads his hands, "Yours truly. What is your desired outcome here at this point, Barabel? This charming creature you've reeled in isn't a dealer in slaves, though she is a true and proper inconvenience in every way it's possible to be one. I'm willing to pay you five for dealing with her."

[PASS ( +10)] Fivv'c Tull's Knowledge: Law Enforcement @ (100) diff.

"Thisssss One is fine being called Thissss One." she says and cackles.

She cocks her head, looking at Oran and then to Domino, then back to Oran.

"You inssssssult me, Oran." she says only using his first name on purpose. "Thisssss One has expelled ammo at that one," meaning Domino, ".. and Thissss One could charge on evading arressssssst, verbably assssssulting and officer," she takes a step towards Oran now. "And now, you, trying to bribe me? Make it 15k and it'ssssss a done deal." she says, moving her hands to her hips.

Domino rolls her eyes which just causes the off kilter lash to flutter unnaturally, "Then please just pull it off." She tugs on her bindings as if in wordless explination why she doesn't just do it herself, "Kriffin prick. I should have just left of my own accord I don't know why I bothered to call you." She grumps irritably "Oran-Don't you do it. I *PROMISE* you that you're gonna wish you hadn't if you pay this guttersplat. Are you so idiotic you want to set a precedent of rewarding people who do this to me?! No. This is not happening. I'm revoking my call. Go away. I will just handle this myself." She scowls and kicks oout with a foot "Shoo, damnit!" She gasps and writhes a bit in pain as that motion aggitates her yet untended wound. The writhing is enough to finally cause her wig to slide to the side a bit so now it too sits distractingly askew and obscures a portion of her face.

"You have no evidence, you're arresting for what is in this system a lawful action even if you did have evidence, and please don't say 'evading arrest and verbally assaulting an officer' outside this room or you will be laughed directly off this moon. That is embarrassing to us all," Oran replies dryly to Fivv. "What're you, new here? I'm not paying you fifteen thousand credits. Five was already largesse." He gestures at Dom and makes a tugging motion, but nothing happens. Maybe he has a tic.

[PASS ( +28)] Fivv'c Tull's Intimidate @ (100) diff.

"Lisssssssten, Oran," Fivv leans in and sniffs the man, "you ssstink of money and having people beneath you being your yesssssss men. Thisssss won't fly here, not with Thissss One. You can check that attitude at the door before you ssssssaaay hello to the dangeroussss end of Thissssss One'sssss blassssster. YOU can pay Thisssss One, and all will be forgotten," she says and draws her Ion Blaster, "OR you can join that one with the bad eye lassssssssshessssss and talk ssssssshit all you want." Fivv says and does not back down.

All six feet of her is not put off by the expensive man's words.

[PASS ( +0)] Domino's Escape Artist @ (100) diff.

[PASS ( +70)] Domino's Bluff @ (100) diff.

Domino draws in breath through her nostrils and swallows, glancing up just in time to see the gesture. She stiffens a moment, a flicker of puzzement before her hands jerk forward as if moved by some invisible force and the bindings suddenly clatter off her to the table, "About time. Why didn't you start with that?"

[PASS ( +81)] Oran Arcantael's Willpower @ (100) diff.

"That's an ion blaster, you moron," Oran rolls his eyes at the weapon. "What am I, meant to wet myself over a weapon meant to keep unruly droids in line? Quaking! Quaking in my boots. One-Among-Many," that's apparently her name now, "I can glass this entire district from orbit with a word, so that it will charmingly match the district we /already did that to/. Am I going to do it -- obviously not -- I am completely extra but summoning star destroyers is so much datawork that it's truly not worth it for this: a little fool with no real prize, no real wrongdoers, a trumped-up sense of justice that got all mingled with a sense of profit, holding of all the absurdity, a bloody ion blaster." He notices Dom's free and tilts his head, "We'll go, shall we?" To Fiv, Oran shakes his head. "Today is not your day. If you want my money, you can work for me, like everyone else who gets my money." He seems dryly amused despite himself, "I always have work for the law, and it would be a damn sight more than 15k Up to you, of course."

"You're right. This one wassssss just going to stun you, but, you have managed to sssslightly annoy Thissss One. You can't sssssay Thisssss One didn't give you a chance." she puts the Ion blaster away and draws her DL-30, raising it level with the two of them. "Sssssheee is already hurt," Fivv says, which is the truth, "This One would be happy to finisssssssh what Thissss One sssstarted. Make a move and I sssssshoot." she says and is not playing.

Domino glowers at Fivv as she staggers stiffly to her feet, "If you think I need space wizards to fight my battles you'd be wrong. Consider yourself Very. Very. Lucky." She shuffles after Oran, "What TOOK you so long? I smell like things better not mentioned. Surely you're not SERIOUSLY going to employ that barely sentient creature!" Ah. Yes. THERE is the sound of a Dominio in proper spirits. She pauses and then her eyes widen, wiiiide almost cartoonishly round with that crooked lash stilll dangling as she freezes like a deer in the headlights. Nope. Not so cocky with a gun in her general direction.

"I was an entire system away!" Oran chooses now to argue with Domino, like doing so is totally the normal thing to do when someone has a gun pointed at you. "Do you imagine I just wait around this weeping hell-sore of a moon staring at my com, hoping you'll call with need of assistance out of some situation that was one hundred percent your fault?" He holds an index finger up to Fivv. "We can get back to the dick measuring in a minute, just need a moment here please." Back to Dom, whom he takes by the arm to drag, perhaps against her will, into a position behind him. Fiv will have to shoot through him to get at her, though he's still griping at her. "I'm a busy man, I do have things to do other than ending up in Shadowgate arguing with you over who I hire. I have plenty of use for barely sentient creatures! I have entire filing cabinets dedicated to that!"

FAIL ( -87)] Domino's Willpower @ (150) diff.

[»ATTACK« ( -54)] Fivv'c Tull's DL-30 Pistol misses Oran Arcantael.

[»ATTACK« ( -80)] Fivv'c Tull's DL-30 Pistol misses Oran Arcantael. (110 Difficulty)

[»ATTACK« ( -83)] Fivv'c Tull's DL-30 Pistol misses Oran Arcantael. (120 Difficulty)

Fivv takes three shots at the cocky upstart of a young man and completely misses. "FRACK." she simple states and will try again.

Domino grunts and is dragged part ways then skitters the rest of the way behind Oran. She issues a startled, hands flying up to her ears and shoulders hunching as she hides behind the dainty Oran. She retorts a little too loudly with her ears still covered, "IF I'd sent you a naked holo or told you stud nuggets was here and suffering a moment of sensual curiosity you'd have been here in HALF the time. All you ever do is fuss fuss fuss. I am amazed you can even take a piss in under twenty minutes you indolent fop! I CERTAINLY don't want to know what you keep in your cabinets, you pervert!"

<Combat> Oran Arcantael's telekinetic attack misses Fivv'c Tull at a 100 difficulty! (-14)

"Hahah. True. Oh nuggets, damn your lack of curiosity," Oran laughs about some person Domino seems to be referring to as Stud Nuggets, while he herds her towards the door and dodges the first of the blaster fire with shocking ease for someone who looks like such a city boy. Then again, you've all seen his personality, this can't be the first time he's been shot at. "I'd afterburn through atmo and land on a roof if there was a chance to climb that one like a mountain. You'd do the same, don't look at me in that tone of voice. Open that door, or unlock it, or let me know if I need to unlock it." He gestures briefly, and a chair formerly occupied by Domino sails towards Fiv, but however unexpected that might be, she's able to duck the flying object. "Or maybe you're on your own to unlock anything," Oran hmms.

[»ATTACK« ( -22)] Fivv'c Tull's Metal Knuckles misses Oran Arcantael.

[»ATTACK« ( -16)] Fivv'c Tull's Metal Knuckles misses Oran Arcantael.

Blaster didn't seem to even begin to get close, metal knuckles might. She swings, and again. MISSES! Twice. Now is in a position to see Domino behind Oran, she pulls the stun gun back out. "Niccccccce trick with the chair, champ." she chides.

PASS ( +36)] Domino's Escape Artist @ (100) diff.

Domino tugs loose one of heer bangles, attatches it to the access code "They never change the manufacture override. IT's shameful how easy this is. "She is hastily ushered through the door, arm sweeping wide to keep it open so he can duck out with her without having to occupy his hands with the door as he does so "I wouldn't even blame you. I would do very bad things to climb. Mt. Canem." she snorts "You know full well I have rummages into every aspect or possession I've found, my shameless humpwagon."

<Combat> Oran Arcantael's telekinetic attack hits Fivv'c Tull at a 100 difficulty! (128) * Damage: 85 wound and 0 stun.

-(OOC)- Oran Arcantael says, "You don't need to apply damage."

-(OOC)- Fivv'c Tull says, "you just killed me"

-(OOC)- Oran Arcantael says, "Could have done! But you don't need to apply damage, it's a roll to see if I can connect."

-(OOC)- Oran Arcantael says, "So do not apply that, do not take any wound here"

"RUDE," Oran scoffs as Barabel fists fly at him, ducking once, twice, and coming away frustratingly unscathed again. He's an annoying target, one who seems to know exactly where the punch or shot is coming before it does. "This has been fun, One-Among-Many, but my charming companion - don't let her lie to you, by the way, she's a known cabinet snooper - has the door open, so I'm afraid it's time to part company." Another gesture, but this time it's not sending an object flying, it's moving poor Fivv herself as though by unseen force -- across the room and roughly into the opposite wall with a THUD. There, she is held immobile and strangely helpless like a puppet with tangled strings, with the unsettling sense that although this development is bad, it could have been much, much, much worse. So much worse.

Oran smiles, reaches into a pocket, and withdraws a card of contact information, which he walks over to tuck in the front of Fivv's attire while she's pinned to the wall. "We can still discuss work. I like your can-do attitude. Not a quitter, are you? Even if you really should've done." With that, he turns and walks out, ushering Dom before him. A moment after the door closes, Fivv is freed, and drops from the invisible restraint.