The Package (Closed)

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*She watches him carefully studying the type of access system he just touched and wonders if her own suit would let her down to this level. She then follows him and continues to glide across the floor and speaks to him in her best Danthiri accent she can.*

"What is this place?"

[Triune]

*He smiles at her, pleased with her accent. He walks down the central hall which is infact a walk way overlooking vast labratories with vats of varying size. He pauses looking down into one particular area.*

"I do realize it looks much different then the ones at home but this is one of the Dathomir breeding pits. Here the technists produce Ebonclaw bloodworks- They call it Bio-tech here." He favors her with a smile, his hand moving to rest on her shoulder. "Though the ship-pits are elsewhere here the improvements to the Rancors and the other warbeasts are being handled as well as certain bio-suits for our agents."

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*She tenses at his touch and anger flares in her eyes. She moves his hand off of her and looks around interested but freezes when he says Rancors.*

"How many.....Rancors......are you breeding here?"

[Triune]

"There are twenty second generation breeding pairs in this pit but I do know the Matron is interested in seeing at least 50 breeding pairs in this pit."

*He walks from this point heading further along the walkway almost forcing her to come along. A pair of Ebonclaw 'scientists' approach, Raviel nods politely to them. Selae's disguise now faces the first test in the eyes of true Danthiri...*

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*She pushes back her anger and becomes more composed. Inside, her mind is still reeling at the numbers of rancors being used. She nods her head politely to the scientists.*

[Triune]

*The Scientists nod to Raviel and to Selae murmuring a greeting in the Danthiri tongue. They gave no sign of seeing through her disguise. He continues along the walkway really giving her no time to ask questions or look around too much. He enters another lift waiting for her to catch up.*

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*She walks quickly but keeps the same catlike grace as she joins him in the lift. She acts as though she feels at place here. Her mind wonders where Arael is though.*

[Triune]

*The lift carries them down further only to open again suddenly. Raviel is all but yanked from the lift by some invisible force, the sound of him thudding into stone can be heard.*

"Dosib Jaluk! Did you really think I wouldn't catch on to what you and that Gen-freak were up to?" The female danthiri voice rings in the air, Raviel groans in pain then bites off a wince as the gristly sound of a dislocated joint reaches Selae's ears, his pain quickly on its heels.

"H-hello Adesia... fancy meeting you here." Raviel manages.

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*She smirks enjoying seeing him in pain and walks out of the lift to take a look to see this person attacking him. She bows politely to Adesia remembering how Lirreka and Tiera showed her respect.*

[Triune]

*Adesia, a woman who looks much like Lirreka save for short hair, a far more athletic build and piercing violet eyes, stands with her high-heeled boot on Raviel's throat though not stepping down just yet. A pair of odd looking blasters hang at her belt. She stares down at Raviel with unconcealed disgust.*

"The next time you and that freak mother claims as my sister withhold intelligence from Barzai I will begin cutting of appendages and feeding them to Liriel and I won't be starting with fingers. The only reason I haven't killed the two of you is Mother says you're of importance to the house. Personally I think you both should be butchered for the gen-works." She steps back from the fallen Raviel turning for the first time to look at Selae, she blinks obviously surprised "Inque? What in Sathor's name are you doing here?"

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*She looks at Adesia confidently showing no fear at all. Her words come easily as she uses the accent hoping she can pull this off though confident she can fight her way through it all if not.*

"I couldn't let you and the rest of the family have all the fun."

[Triune]

*Adesia waves her hand at Inque's comment. She closes her hand as a black crystal pike forms there, the razor point at Raviel's throat.*

"There is no 'fun' over in this benighted galaxy, Inque but as you will. I'll see you back home when you get bored with this mindless place." She looks back to Raviel, her nostrils flaring, tendrils of mist flowing from them. "As for you spineless sycophant, Mother has a use for you so you get to live, but heed my words about Barzai and do not try any of your mind tricks on Inque or by Sathor's shriveled jewels I'll see you scream for a decade." She turns to 'Inque' and gives her a hug parting from it with a quirked brow. "You are freezing, Inque... Get down to the habitat level and warm up before you catch your death of cold." She grins and tossles 'Inque's hair before taking the lift to vanish from sight as the doors close.

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*She turns to watch Adesia leave and then looks down at Rav smiling. She talks to him in the same purr like voice*

"It seems your head is a very valuable one. Perhaps you will keep it for a while longer."

[Triune]

*Raviel grins up at her, setting up and taking time to pop his elbow back into joint. He pauses before speaking, listening with overly keen ears. He nods looking back to Selae.*

"Do you think it is a chance of fate that you wear the face of her friend?" He cocks his head to the side.

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*She crosses her arms across her chest.* "So maybe you can be trusted thus far. We still are in the heart of things."