Hallways

"Dank farrik" she cursed.

Pacing back and forward she scanned the room searching for something she could cover herself with, while at the same time reflecting on why this was happening. trying to come up with a solution. Clothing and solutions were nowhere to be found but the reason was blatantly obvious for why it happened.

A few days ago she had caught one of the mods (Drash) sunbathing naked on the roof. The kid did have potential and Fennec believed that with a bit of discipline she could become a capable fighter. So when she found the young girl just lazing around in the nude giving Fett a bad name she saw the perfect opportunity to teach her a lesson.

Fennec had stolen all of her clothes including the cybernetic arm that she had detached. Locking the hatch behind her, Shand left the mod trapped naked with no apparent way down. This was the Daimyo's palace, not some brothel in mos espa and after something like this she knew Drash would think twice before sullying his reputation again.The plan worked better than she imagined however, rather than cower and wait the girl figured out a way off the roof (literally single handed) and had almost made all the way home without being detected. She would never admit it out loud but Fennec was impressed. She underestimated her then and had definitely done so now given her current predicament. The mod had completely turned the tables on her and she was now the one under Drash's control.

With no other option the Assassin decided to try and make her way to the throne room. It was much closer, only one floor down and about a hundred feet away, her own quarters were on the other side of the palace. Fett's kindness had put her in this situation, she wanted to be mad at him but couldn't seem to. He saved her life, all she felt for him was respect, and something... else. Something... more?

The twin suns had begun to set. Fennec shivered slightly as she hugged the stone wall closely, moving tentatively toward the stairs. Covering her breasts she noticed her nipples had stiffened and were now digging into her arm as a result of the cool evning air, the hand covering between her legs felt oddly warm however.

Reaching the stairs she paused to listen. The palace was now mostly empty, especially this late when the mods would be in town or Fett and the gamorreans were resting. Sound carried in the long hollow hallways though, with the echoes it was nearly impossible to know if something was 50 feet away or just around the corner. The sound of Fennec's bare feet slapping on the smooth steps didn't exactly keep her hidden either. Most of her internal organs had been replaced with cybernetics after being shot but some artificial emotional/sensory response was creating the fear she had in her gut.

Now on the lower floor, the throne room was in sight. Fed up with jumping at the slightest sound she decided to make a run for it. Reaching her destination she hid her body behind the wall and carefully poked her head into the room. Thankfully it was deserted and the dark haired woman allowed herself a sigh of relief. Glancing around nervously she noticed Fett's throne to her left and her clothes on the other side of the chamber by the opposite doorway, Drash had kept her word apparently.

Sliding out from behind the doorway Fennec slinked across the room to collect her outfit.

Just as she was halfway there she heard a sharp metallic clanking sound and remembered too late where she was before the floor fell open beneath her...

"Oh god no." Her eyes went wide with terror as her mind screamed, only now realising the full extent to which she had underestimated the young mod.