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[eiattu_pride]

The holo isn't great quality, but Rial's frustration is evident.

"How do I know that she's still alive, Baron, from a scrap of leather and bluestone? How do I know that you won't kill her if I hand over Eiattu, kill her just to spite me or cut the head from any possible rebellion?"

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"Fine," Baron Aronnse all but snarls, dark eyes flashing. Anything to get this damn man to stop talking. He shoves back his chair and rises in a whirl of fabric, cape moving with him. For a moment, the holo is of his torso, and then it fades to black. "Hold your thuvasaurs," says the baron's sharp, disembodied voice, and then there is silence.

When the picture comes up again several moments later, it is still silent; eerily so.

The lights are down low, so low it's difficult to make out objects, people; so low it's impossible to see what the room looks like. Gradually, dark shapes appear in the gloom; a man here, another there. The holo jitters, as if someone with an unsteady hand were carrying the unit. A hand swoops over the lens and when it is removed--

[fighting_mad]

A woman, from the sternum up. Her chin hangs to her chest, straggly hair--the color impossible to tell in the darkness but a flash of red catches once--hiding her face. The top of a chair back is visible behind her and her (broad) shoulders are pulled back tightly, suggesting that she is seated and bound.

She doesn't move a muscle except to breathe shallowly.

Someone shifts behind her and for a split second, a hand holding a blaster pistol to the back of her neck can be seen.

Her tunic shines a dull, dirtied white, smudged and spattered in dark-colored pools and splotches.

She does not move except to breathe.

[eiattu_pride]

"Plourr," says Rial very softly and it's more a reflex then anything else, a soft exhale that forms itself into her name even when he doesn't want it to.

"Plourr."

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The holocam is merciless. It goes black immediately after and within a moment or two, Count Aronnse is back, brushing his hair back impatiently.

"One princess, Count Pernon. Now--" Aronnse is merciless, too, his voice hard. "Call when you're ready to sign."

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