A cell. So, not unfamiliar territory.

You slowly come to an indeterminate amount of time later, feeling achy and sore all over. It's no wonder though, given the beating that Tal had given you to knock you out. And you had no doubt they hadn't been the littlest bit gentle with you when they'd dragged you into the cell. You're probably lucky you're still in one piece at all, actually. In one piece, but not as equipped as you'd like as you notice you've been stripped of your weapons and belongings, being left with only with the clothes on your back.

You sigh at that as you roll over onto your back and slowly sit up, looking around at the room you find yourself in and you're not surprised to see it's a cell. More than likely you've been locked in the brig. Ah, memories. You remember being locked up here the first time you'd met up with the Crimson Bolts and their captain. You'd managed to charm your way out and had gotten in good with the space pirates for awhile...until things had turned sour when Rose had wanted to make a deal that you couldn't accept the terms of.

You think that might be the only reason you're still alive, actually. As you get to your feet and move over to the bunk built into the wall and sit down, you think that the only reason you're still breathing is because Rose wants to pick up "negotiations" where you left off. That really wasn't going to work for you, long term, but you were the type to value living another day over everything else so you could probably fake it for a bit. If it kept you breathing long enough to figure out a way to get your ship and get the hell out of here, you were willing to do whatever it took. Besides, it wouldn't be the first time you lied through your teeth to keep yourself alive.

So that was why, when a human guard (and thankfully not Tal as you wouldn't want another beating if you could help it) came to your cell to let you out and guide you to the captain's quarters (after cuffing your hands together behind your back, of course), you weren't at all surprised and you were fully prepared to do what you had to and say what you had to to make it through this. Well, that was if you were right and Rose wasn't going to try and kill you outright. She probably wasn't going to do that though. Well, it was a high chance she wouldn't. Like 75 or 80 percent chance, you'd say.

Good odds, but not good enough to keep you from being wary when you were shoved into the captain's quarters roughly, the door closed behind you to leave you in the spacious state room alone. Or at least without the human guard as you knew you weren't alone in the room, the quarters spacious and looking just how you remembered. Well-furnished, decorated with all sorts of treasures claimed or stolen through the Bolts' many jobs and mostly adorned in that soft pink rose color that Rose liked (which wasn't surprising, given her name and own coloring).

"Well, well, well. Now there's a face I thought I'd never see again.", a voice crooned out towards you, the voice sultry and throaty as you remembered, "At least not with the head still attached to the shoulders, that is."

You grin lopsidedly as you turn in the direction of the voice, your eyes falling upon the figure of Captain Rose Crimson. That was obviously not her real name, but you had never asked her real name so that was the only name you had for her. It fit her, though, with her long red hair falling about the smooth skin of her shoulders that were tinted a soft pinkish hue like the rest of her. Though you could only see the bare skin of her lovely finely boned face, graceful neck, shoulders and slender arms as her hands and forearms were covered in white leather gloves and her body from her generous bust on down was garbed in a long, flowing white dress. She liked those flowing frilly things, you remembered, with skirts that fell over her lower body in large bell shapes like ball gowns worn by old aristocracy. This time was no different as her bodice encased her upper body and her lower body was covered completely by a wide flowing skirt that dragged along the ground.

Of course, having been intimately acquainted with Rose before this, you knew what she looked like under those flowing clothes, but you weren't thinking about that (completely) as you fixed her with a roguish grin. "Well, hey there, Rose. I feel like I got a bone to pick with ya. Ya really gotta teach your crew how to treat your guests, y'know?"

"Well, to be fair, Derrick, you're more of a prisoner than a guest.", she returned, pouty lips turned up into an amused grin.

"Oh...well then you gotta teach your crew not to go so easy. I mean, look at me. Barely bruised. Tell Tal to quit with the love taps and really put her weight behind it next time, yeah?", you remark and, surprisingly, Rose laughs, the sound musical and lovely.

"Oh, you cocky idiot...I really did miss you.", she says with a surprisingly fond look on her face as she regards you.

"Back atcha, sweetheart.", you return, finding that it wasn't completely untrue as you had had good times with Rose in the past.

"Really? Then why does it seem like you've been avoiding me, Derrick, dear?", she asks with a smirk.

"Well, much as I missed ya, I had the feelin' that, if we crossed paths again, I might end up shot at, towed into your cruiser, beaten up, dragged into a cell and then handcuffed. And, hell, wouldn't ya know it, but that's exactly what happened.", you quip with a crooked grin.

"Oh, please. You and I both know that, if you wanted, you would be out of those cuffs already.", she chuckles.

At that, you grin and pick up your hands with the now open handcuffs that you'd been working at with a pick secreted away at your cuff since you had been shoved into the room. "Guilty as charged.", you say and toss the cuffs to the ground, drawing another musical laugh from Rose.

"Dammit, Derrick. I really missed you.", she repeats with a shake of her head, looking to you fondly once more before heaving a sigh and letting her gaze become a bit harder, "That's why I hate that you put me in this position that you have."

"Seems to me I remember you likin' me puttin' ya in different positions in the past.", you say, but, seeing that she isn't much in the mood for your being clever anymore, you add, with a sigh, "Would it help if I said I was sorry?"

"You damn well better be sorry, Derrick.", she states firmly, folding her arms under her breasts and fixing you with a hard stare, "You left me at the altar, after all."