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(( Siren didn't say anything, but no biggie. An escort usually has to explain any important details anyways, etc. ))

" I was never given proper credit back on Roon since they kept me with the apprentices, so I didn't have the luxury of reading up on her accomplishments before coming here to Thule. I assure you though I have no intention of disrespecting your Lady. Speaking of that, how should I address her? As well, are there any other specific details I should know? I wouldn't want to offend someone of such prestige. " Siren looked around as the tram continued along. The ship seemed even larger on the inside than what it did just by looking at the behemoth from outside. Having not really seen many of the larger ships before, it was something a bit new to her.

(( So he's being naughty with more than just stealing glances, huh? Heheh. ))

" You are aware I can tell you apparently like what you see, right? " Siren asked. " Not that I mind. On the contrary, if your Lady allows it, you could see a whole lot more... " she said seductively, facing the man and doing a sexy pose if only for a second, just to tease him, before composing herself again, facing forward for when the lift would be coming to a stop. " I'm not a fighter, more of a lover, so pleasure is something I know a lot about... "

Siren gave a bow once Demaia turned to face them. She didn't expect her to react the way she did upon seeing her, but aristocrats never were quite the same as anyone else for one reason or another.

" Forgive my lack of traditional clothing, My Lady. " Siren said, bowing again. " I am unlike most Sith. I do not fight, nor do I wish to instill fear and terror into anyone. Rather, I use passion itself in its purest form of pleasure. As such, I have little more than lingerie, as the lust it brings out only adds to that passion. This in particular is my formal attire... My best formal attire. I would not dare insult a prestigious Lady as yourself with anything less. " Of course, Siren had no way of knowing ahead of time who was coming, or that anyone was coming at all for that matter. However, the time she spent back on Roon taught her how to show some respect to a superior, especially when on the weaker side of a power balance.

" That is correct, My Lady. I was the queen, but then another Sith came along. He was to be like an apprentice to me, but as I am no fighter, it ultimately led to him overpowering me in my own bed one night during the heat of passion, claiming himself as the master and forcing me to submit to him. " Siren said.

" From that moment on, he has been the master of Thule, and I have been enslaved and kept by his side. He calls himself Calliga. However, he recently went away in search of power, possibly Sith artifacts, and so on. He left on his own, and has temporarily given me the authority I used to have until his return, assuming he even does return. I'm very sorry if this is at all disappointing for you, My Lady, but I am nothing more than a privileged slave. "

(( Siren submits to Demaia in 3... 2... 1... ))

" As you wish, My Lady. " Siren said. " I assume this is non-negotiable, and your military might, from the looks of this ship alone, could crush everything Thule could throw at it, and that would merely waste time and resources. As well, since you are doing this in the name of the Sith Council, I have no right to argue against it. "

" Therefore, as my last act of overseeing Thule, I officially offer to you my unconditional surrender. Everything it has to offer is now yours for the taking, and the harem of girls that maintain pleasure around the capitol, including myself, are your slaves to do with as you desire, My Lady. " Siren said, her tone turning seductive at the end. She then dropped to her knees and bowed down, as if in worship of a goddess. " All hail Lady Demaia, Princess of the Gordian Reach, and rightful Queen of Thule. "

(( Siren likes it that way. wink twisted ))

" It is a privilege to even be allowed in your presence, My Lady. That you would even still call me a noblewoman now is a great honor. You deserve, and should expect nothing less than my absolute obedience, and I swear to give it, lest your wrath be brought upon me to remind me of my place beneath you. " Siren said.

Slowly rising, she looked at her new mistress for moment, watching as she laughed triumphantly. Demaia clearly seemed to enjoy being submitted to, and Siren would now submit to her every desire. " My Lady, if it helps to decide what you wish to do with me, I specialize in the matters of pleasure. Be it massages, to even fun in bed, I can do it. I can dance to entertain, and through pleasure, I can help strengthen one with the Force. If you would allow me the privilege, I humbly ask to serve you personally, as I believe you are most deserving of these things. However, that is solely your decision to make, and I will not disobey whatever your choice is. " she said, giving another bow.

Now, there was nothing left for her but to await being escorted again to go collect her things. She was now a slave under Demaia's control, and it's very likely that she would remain as such. However, that didn't bother her. If Demaia would reward her with similar luxuries she had on Thule, that was all the more reason to obey her. If not, she didn't have a choice now anyways.

(( I'm gonna make the whole back and forth trip in 1 post, we already have like an entire page of posts in a row now, so it's easier to keep up with this way. ))

Though she most likely wouldn't see it, Siren gave one last bow in acknowledgement to Demaia before being escorted back out. A shame she didn't seem to care for taking Siren to bed with her. Most women Siren knew wouldn't discriminate, but then again, almost all of them were in the harem. The trip back to her shuttle felt different. On her arrival, she was in awe of the ship's size and design. Now however, she felt a bit more at home. The similar sight of people busily preparing for things while she was under the absolute control of another was very familiar.

Her pilot was already set to go again once Siren was brought back to the shuttle. Some of Demaia's forces were already on planet, securing things. Many were confused, but even the armed forces were hesistant to do anything. Soon, Siren was back inside the capitol building, and she made her way to her quarters, making only a short stop to the office of the Twi'lek that had been serving as a private secretary for all the official business Siren and Calliga needed done. " Since Calliga is gone and our guests have decided to take over, Thule is now under the control of Lady Demaia. Inform everyone to do whatever her forces want. Also, you and the rest of the harem and other staff are to come with me aboard her ship. We are her slaves now, and we will obey her every command. " she said. " Understood. " the Twi'lek said, putting the information through the terminal.

Siren then went to her quarters, and with the help of a few girls, packed all her things away. Afterwards, she led them back to the shuttle, where they accompanied her on her return trip to Demaia's ship. Several other ships followed, carrying the many harem slaves and anything they had of value to them.

Siren giggled slightly, entertaining the thought of how the men serving aboard Demaia's ship would react to seeing several ships unload the many scantily-clad, willing slave girls that the harem consisted of. " I think Lady Demaia's crew will enjoy themselves a bit more than normal today, considering what they're all about to see. " she said. The girls with her all smiled, giggling with each other. This would definitely be a day to remember, one way or another.

Soon the shuttle found itself back in one of the hangars aboard what would now be Siren's new home. The ramp began to lower, and Siren was standing at its exit, ready to leave Thule behind, and begin her new life of servitude under Lady Demaia.

As the boulder landed, Sonya dove behind small cover. Her eyes darted around, but she couldnt' see him anywhere. Her gaze had been taken off, and now she had lost her target. Holstering her pistol, he pulled a saber off and carefully scanned the area.


"Until he shows himself, sitting here only makes me a target," she muttered, as a trap door opened up behind her. A dire-cat roared as it made a leap to pounce, only to be sliced open by a red blade. Knowing she had to move, she began to try and keep cover, letting the force flow through her to anticipate any moves, hands on her sabers at all times.