Possession 3/?
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May 14 2013, 15:39:59 UTC
The auctioneer didn't bother speaking anymore. He kept glancing back and forth nervously between Saren and Shepard, obviously hoping that they would resolve this power play without involving him.
"Six hundred."
This time, even Wrex looked uncomfortable. "Shepard? That's twice what we're getting paid for this job," he growled. "And what the hell are you going to do with that once you're done fucking?"
"She's not a 'that'," Ashley said. Despite her defection from the Alliance, she still had a moral core that Shepard occasionally found troublesome.
Shepard didn't bother adding to the whispered conversation. Instead, she waited. This time, there was no response from Saren.
The nervous batarian cleared his throat, blinking his four eyes rapidly. "Going once, going twice... sold, for six hundred thousand credits." He gripped the slave's naked blue arm. She flinched, her face twisting in pain, but Shepard doubted that the batarian had caused it. More likely, she had unintentionally flared her biotics and received a shock from the dampening collar around her neck.
"Ashley, you and Garrus escort our new guest back to the Normandy," Shepard said, her eyes continuing to follow her new slave across the stage. "Lock her in my cabin and prepare the ship for take off. I don't want to stay any longer than we have to on this planet." What she didn't say but what everyone in their party was thinking was that they now had a particular enemy they needed to get away from. "Wrex and I will finish our business here and get back to the ship as soon as it's done." Shepard's tone allowed for no argument, and she could even see Ashley stand a little more at attention out of the corner of her eye.
Turning towards Ashley, Shepard made sure her next words were understood perfectly. "No harm is to come to the asari." Shepard didn't think her crew would do anything to harm her, but she wanted it known that this was a direct order. Ashley was really good at following orders. Shepard also wanted to make it clear that Ashley and Garrus were expected to protect the slave if Saren were to dispute Shepard's claim on her.
"Aye aye, Skipper," Ashley answered, barely able to suppress a salute. She broke away from Shepard and made her way towards the stage, knowing that Garrus would be following behind her as their captain had ordered. As second in command, Ashley was authorized to settle any of Shepard's business, so she had access to the former Alliance Commander's personal account.
Trusting Ashley to take care of everything on that front, Shepard headed out for the scheduled rendezvous with her client. She didn't seem any more vigilant than usual - Shepard was always very aware of her surroundings - but she was definitely on the look out for any possible attack from Saren. From the stories she had heard, Saren didn't take losing well, and Shepard knew there would be consequences for going up against him. She just wondered whether they would be visited upon her now or later.
Luckily, the client that Shepard was going to see had the same business expectations as she did - make it fast, then get the hell out. Chatty clients were the worst and tested Shepard's patience, but the Captain had little choice in the matter because she needed all the work she could get to keep her crew together. Today, though, expediency was survival, because Shepard wouldn't feel safe until she was back on board the Normandy and they had left port.
"Six hundred."
This time, even Wrex looked uncomfortable. "Shepard? That's twice what we're getting paid for this job," he growled. "And what the hell are you going to do with that once you're done fucking?"
"She's not a 'that'," Ashley said. Despite her defection from the Alliance, she still had a moral core that Shepard occasionally found troublesome.
Shepard didn't bother adding to the whispered conversation. Instead, she waited. This time, there was no response from Saren.
The nervous batarian cleared his throat, blinking his four eyes rapidly. "Going once, going twice... sold, for six hundred thousand credits." He gripped the slave's naked blue arm. She flinched, her face twisting in pain, but Shepard doubted that the batarian had caused it. More likely, she had unintentionally flared her biotics and received a shock from the dampening collar around her neck.
"Ashley, you and Garrus escort our new guest back to the Normandy," Shepard said, her eyes continuing to follow her new slave across the stage. "Lock her in my cabin and prepare the ship for take off. I don't want to stay any longer than we have to on this planet." What she didn't say but what everyone in their party was thinking was that they now had a particular enemy they needed to get away from. "Wrex and I will finish our business here and get back to the ship as soon as it's done." Shepard's tone allowed for no argument, and she could even see Ashley stand a little more at attention out of the corner of her eye.
Turning towards Ashley, Shepard made sure her next words were understood perfectly. "No harm is to come to the asari." Shepard didn't think her crew would do anything to harm her, but she wanted it known that this was a direct order. Ashley was really good at following orders. Shepard also wanted to make it clear that Ashley and Garrus were expected to protect the slave if Saren were to dispute Shepard's claim on her.
"Aye aye, Skipper," Ashley answered, barely able to suppress a salute. She broke away from Shepard and made her way towards the stage, knowing that Garrus would be following behind her as their captain had ordered. As second in command, Ashley was authorized to settle any of Shepard's business, so she had access to the former Alliance Commander's personal account.
Trusting Ashley to take care of everything on that front, Shepard headed out for the scheduled rendezvous with her client. She didn't seem any more vigilant than usual - Shepard was always very aware of her surroundings - but she was definitely on the look out for any possible attack from Saren. From the stories she had heard, Saren didn't take losing well, and Shepard knew there would be consequences for going up against him. She just wondered whether they would be visited upon her now or later.
Luckily, the client that Shepard was going to see had the same business expectations as she did - make it fast, then get the hell out. Chatty clients were the worst and tested Shepard's patience, but the Captain had little choice in the matter because she needed all the work she could get to keep her crew together. Today, though, expediency was survival, because Shepard wouldn't feel safe until she was back on board the Normandy and they had left port.
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