NationStates Jolt Archive

The Chief of the Sakkran Peace Officers, Commandant Greer, walks up to the podium. His 7'9" frame, covered in dark-blue scales with a tinge of lime green at their edges, coughs into the mike.

"Ladies and gentlemen of the press, I welcome you. Now then, I have a prepared statement here, and then there will be questions afterwards."

"A new problem has arisen in our fine land here on the Earth holdings of Sakkra. It appears that our youths, neo-nates and young adults, have become addicted to a new drug that, frankly, we're not certain what to do about."

"It is Elf licking. Apparently, the Elves here give of a faint residue in humid climes that, when coming into contact with reptilian tongues, produces a heady euphoria. This has become a problem capable of stirring an international incident."

"It dates back to when Menelmacari techicians arrived here to aid us in designing workable spacecrafts with artificial gravity. Eyewitness accounts tell that some Sakkran and Menelmacari technicians were at a public house near Eeorouh Aerospace Industires, and much consumption was done. A lolling tongue came into contact with the Menelmacari technician's skin, and thus was it discovered that licking them could produce a narcotic effect."

"Several Elven groups have called for greater measures to protect them from random tongue-based attacks, and we are doing our best in that area. But we can not make sweaty elves illegal, or a controlled substance. Arrests are being made in greater numbers, however, of the offending tongues and their bearers."

"I will now accept questions from the press."

A Thelasi reporter stands up, "Does this drug have any effects on Humans?"

"Apparently the effect is dramatically minimized with humans. It would require a great amount of sweaty elves for a desired effect to take place. This is not to say we condone this act. On the contrary! Rampant licking is a crime, no matter the species doing the licking!"

The Thelasi just paused, "Is there any way to replicate this narcotic substance? And if there was, would the government use it as a preventative mesure against this... crime spree?" The Thelasi paused, "And if the elf consented to this, would this then be legal?" The Thelasi paused yet again, trying to think of a way to, politely say this, "And would this fall under a Sexual crime?"

"There most likely is some way to replicate this substance. However, none of the Elves in our lands would subject themselves to testing and observation for this purpose. And so it has become a catch 22. Subject themselves to testing and such, and we may find a way to stop this thing at the cost of possibly .... indignifying them. Or refuse the testing, and not be inconvenienced in this way; yet be privy to continued tongue ambush."

"We will not force any who do not wish to cooperate to do so, but the repercussions of that decision should be known. If we succesfully made the substance, it would be released as a controlled substance until we determine if it has long-term negative effects."

"If the Elf consented to being licked, well it obviously wouldn't be a crime. But would you want a 500 pound crazed slathering reptilian running its tongue all over you? I would assume not."

"As for wether or not it is a Sexual crime; we're not exactly certain. The tongue bearer, normally a Sakkran, does not do this to gain sexual satisfaction, exercising power over weaker beings, or anything normal sexual predators would gain from an assault. This is more like a drug addiction. If the assaulted fells it was a sexual assault, and presses charges in that fashion, then perhaps we would persue it as such."

"I would love to be licked all day by a Sakkran. Why not?, I love to be licked, and I'm sure many of our maidens love it too. Send a message to the Sakkran Goverment. I'm sure we could find many Aelosian maidens who love to be licked", said the Baroness of House Daeros, smiling, her elven eyes blinking with a delicate movement.

"But I don't think the ShadowPrince would give permission for that, he has very strong concepts about moral, sex and everything", answered the drow woman standing next to the Baroness.

"The it'll be a non goverment proposal. Our maidens must have the freedom to do with her bodies whatever they want to!", said the delicate elven minstrel, Baroness of one of the greatest Noble Houses of the Empire.

"Including being licked by a lizard?. I don't know. I think it's too much", answered the dark cousin of the grey elf.

"Sakkrans are not just lizards. They're intelligent beings. A female agent had contact with several of them in Cyberutopia", answered another maiden.

"Send the message then, offering to send those maidens willing to be licked by their population", finished the Baroness, smiling. "And I'll be the first one to go, of course, I'll allow only the most important Sakkrans to lick me".

OOC: *falls outta chair laughing* Hehehehe, funniest thread yet. *Huggles Sakkra* Should sell this right along with the Sakkra Slurpees.

IC: On a busted ole' ship off a main shipping lane, space pirate Jim Buzzard sits and watches the news.
"The hell?" He slams his cup of gin down and shouts at the top of his lungs, "NIOBE get your ass up here."

"I'm right next to you, you bumbling idiot."

"I'm your captain, treat me with some respect."

"Respect? Ha!" Niobe wanders off laughing, while Jim ponders how to exploit Elf Licking for higher profits, the pirate business was slow.

"Elf licking?"

"Elf licking."

"Alright, let me get this straight. These Sakkrans can get 'high' from licking Elves?" Jeremy Koalt, CEO of Keldarni industries spoke slowly and deliberatly as he tried to process the information that he just heard from the television on his bedroom.

"Yep. Though I think they mean they get high of the sweat of the elves. Still not really appealing though." Jeremy's current secretary, a brunette as always, responded with an amused voice as she lay beside him in his bed, staring as bemusedly at the widescreen tv.

"Sooo, would this work on the Eduyab’Kerrudar, I mean their Elves." He frowned slightly as he thought.

"No, I don't think so. They maybe Elves but their an entirely different breed than the Menelmarians... or is that Menelmacians? Ehhh dunno, no matter. So where was I? Aside from different breed; have you ever seen or heard of an Eduyab’Kerrudar sweating?"

".... Good point. Never mind that marketing idea. They never would have co-operated anywa... Oooh, 'Those crazy West Landers' is on. Change the channel!"

"Right! You get the champagne, this is the episode they kill Gwen'Daar off!"

"... Their killing Gwen'Daar!? The bastards!"

Simple solution: kill or expel all the elves in your nation.

Message to the Sakkran Goverment:

"After hearing the news about the Elf-licking, several Aelosians maidens expressed their desire to be licked by Sakkrans. I must say that this is voluntary. They want to be licked! (I'm so ashamed of this behaviour), but only by male Sakkrans and under special circumstances. One thousand maidens are willing to travel to Sakkra and let be licked by the local population for no price. Many of them are considering Sakkra as a tourist paradise where you can be licked for free. Although the goverment doesn't support the initiative (as a matter of fact the ShadowPrince is red with anger and shame), they are free to do as they please with their bodies. They are expecting an answer from you about this"

An ashamed Imperial Chancellor, Princess Aliria D'Hyru.

Theallas' (on route to Thelas where there will soon be another Kin War) reaction to hearing the statement picked out be Thelas Millitary Intelegence: :shock:

OOC: Aelosia, you might want to check out the thread called, "Joint Fleet exercise", I am not certain, but I think there is about to be a Thelasi/Menelmacari war.

EDIT link: http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=115792

OOC: Yes I read it, but I'll remain neutral this time, unless Menelmacar specifically ask for assistance. And Siri will never, never ask help to us, she usually ignore us.

Aelosians hate kinslaying, and war between elvenkind is anathema to the goverment. Not the ShadowPrince neither the heir to the Everqueen (yes, Aliria is now the Heir to the throne) will support hostilities between two elven countries.

OOC: I feel happy for her, even then, could a condemnation of Menelmacari impirialist policies be rested from The ShadowPrince?

OOC: I feel happy for her, even then, could a condemnation of Menelmacari impirialist policies be rested from The ShadowPrince?

Also, I feel happy for you, when Siri started paying attention to me is when I started getting in deep trouble.

I should have stayed with the GDODAD.

OOC: Thelas, deal with it, your time is up. Remember Axackal II? You're acting a lot like them.

~Siri

OOC: Yes I read it, but I'll remain neutral this time, unless Menelmacar specifically ask for assistance. And Siri will never, never ask help to us, she usually ignore us.

Aelosians hate kinslaying, and war between elvenkind is anathema to the goverment. Not the ShadowPrince neither the heir to the Everqueen (yes, Aliria is now the Heir to the throne) will support hostilities between two elven countries.
Aelosia is welcome to join in efforts by the glorious fleets of Menelmacar to bring justice to the Thelasi traitors.

http://www.weirdozone.0catch.com/projects/nationstates/sirithil/sirithilnosfeanor.gifLady Sirithil nos Fëanor
Elentári of the Eternal Noldorin Empire of Menelmacar
"We have known freedom's price. We have shown freedom's power. We will see freedom's victory."
~US President George W. Bush
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"Elf sweat?!" George asked, his expression was that of confusion. He was sitting at a long wooden table with some of the other board members, brainstorming on new products.

"Yeah... isn't it the wierdest thing, a new drug under our noses all the time...". This man seemed older, wearing an italian suit.

"Hahaha..."

"What's so funny George?". The older man asked.

"Well... it's just that with the sweat and under our noses... well... oh forget it." George's face changed back to it's normal state, somewhat placid.

"Anyways, the point is that this stuff will probably need to be concentrated to get the same effect the lizards in Sakkra are enjoying... what's more, we are going to have to procure elven sweat, which isn't something we can exactly mass produce. Not until we can find out what substance it is."

"Very well sir, well get some men on it. How about if we talk to some of brothels in Dorma? They have elves over there don't they?"

The older man raised an eyebrow slightly before continuing. "No, I'm afraid they have jumped on this discovery too... if we're not quick, someone may beat us to it."

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Meanwhile, Iuthia's sex industry are looking into claims of exactly how many elves they would require for the same effects, as some of their clientel have shown interest in "Licking Elves".

As a reminder however, all elves involved are citizens of Iuthia and they are as free as any other race residing in Iuthia. As such all Elves involved as being paid large quanities of cash to allow clients of Iuthia's sex industry (mostly catering for outsiders) to lick them. They were not forced into this trade and this trade is highly regulated.

We would also like to add that prostitution is better when legalised and in the open then when it is forced underground.

However, Iuthia has a shortage of elves willing to do this, estimated at around 300 elves. Any elven forgien national that would like to join in this opertunity would be paid respectable wages for doing so...

Note: Iuthia's elven population remains at around 3% light elves (not including dark elves and half elves). We may have many elves but like humans, few of them want to explore this line of work.


Thanks,

Sex Industry of Iuthia

OOC: Give me a break, it's early in the morning and I can't think right now... but I think this is one of the silliest topics around and I love the idea so I had to get a peice of the action.

OOC: Thelas, deal with it, your time is up. Remember Axackal II? You're acting a lot like them.

~Siri

OOC: Now that was low. Listen, I have been preping for this since you annexed me. I have been posting diligently about how THelas was building new fighters that could even best the M#s. I have posted about new THelasi warfleets that will be able to beat the Menelmacari fleets. I have planned how to lure you into a trap.

And now you accuse me of godmodding because it looks like Menelmacar may just be bested.

This is what makes players dislike you.

(Calm down)

Okay, now, I will stop hijacking, oh, and Aelosia's post was OOC not IC.

In the city of Guaah, known in the Empire for being a city that caters to bizarre and illicit tastes, an enterpuener has seized the opportunity to actually make a semi-legal Tooth.

"Dirty" Dhaar, a one-time smuggler and privateer, has decided to use one of his old and under-used storehouses as a form of VIP club. He decides to communicate with Princess Aliria D'Hyru, of Aelosia.

"I've looked over your proposal, and find it to be quite to my liking. I've decided to turn some of my real estate into a VIP club, where the cream of the Sakkran crop can come and 'get their sweat on'. I'm using a bit of spin on the government here to get this running, until the confusion on their end ceases. By then, however, some high ranking members of the government will be loyal customers, so those of your people that desire to be licked will be able to do so here with impunity."

"Let me reassure your maidens that they will be in control of the circumstances which said licking will take place. Guards will be on duty here who's first order is that the maidens not be made unhappy. I will be willing to pay for their travel expenses, and they will be given prime accomodations, fine food and drink, and anything they require to make certain their stay is nothing short of pleasant."
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After the needed clearances, the Lost Dog settled down at a Sakkran space port. Buzzard marches down the boarding ramp, an air of confidence, despite his mangy clothes. Niobe and R-Ruin35 in tow behind, the rest of the crew scattering to the streets of Sakkra looking for some Carnal pleasures.

"Smell that? Smells like adventure." He proclaims, receiving the odd glance from some Sakkran techs.

"Smells like someone hasn't showered in a week." Niobe sneers.

"Darling, I've told you, My personal shower is broken. And you wouldn't let me use yours."

"I know damn well why you want in my shower Jim Buzzard, use the other ones in the crew room."

R-Ruin35 strides along side the two. "Where is this Dirty fellow?"

Jim grins, "In a club somewhere." "Don't worry, I have very reliable info."
Niobe and R-Ruin35 exhange glances and a sigh and trudge along behind Jim.

"Dirty" Dhaar has been getting applications from Elven refugees for his VIP club. Aelosian Elves are for the VIP, since they would be considered exotic. Hell, if ol' man Kraah is offering to bankroll this, i've got no worries. These refugees, however......maybe i'll build up another club; one for the common folks.

There is a knock on his door, which is little more than an old bank vault door, rusty and definitely squeaky. "Yass?"

The door squeaks with the squeal of rust, and a Sakkran head peeks in. "Mr. Dhaar. there is a report from one of your 'snoops'. Seems a ceratin 'privateer' has landed. It may be connected to the club. By the way, have you come up with a name for it yet?"

"Working on it. What do you think of 'Slick Back'?"

The peeking Sakkran enters the room, and gives the approximation of a 'PU' motion.

"Yeah, I wasn't keen on it either. Get Jheem on it, and sniff out what this 'privateer' is up to."

"Yes sir. And may I suggest, as your PR person, something with a homeland flavor as the name?"

"This is Belinda Nike for NationStates News network. I'm here with one "Dirty" Dhaar, enterpuener and self-proclaimed public servant. Mr. Dhaar, there is talk of you opening a club catering to those in your country who seek the Elf-Sweat phenomenon. Comments?"

The camera pans up, to an almost 45 degree tilt. "Greetings, reporter Nike. I am, indeed, opening up a club just for that reason. The way I see it, if there are Elven peoples who are willing to be licked, and there are Sakkrans that desire to lick, why not bring the two together in a casual and cozy environment? The other option would be .... unfortunate."

"I hear you have a dramatic re-enactment of what that option is. Is this correct?"

"Yes it is. Sseep, hot-wire the footage."

The screens (or whatever people are watching this on) flicker a moment, and some amateurish video comes up. We see a darkly lit street, and the clack clack sound of shoes on pavement. It is an Elven female, seemingly returning home from a hard days work.

The camera switches to an alleyway, with a bleary-eyed Sakkran male lurking in the shadows. He's watching the Elf intently, and licking his chops with a dry, coated tongue.

The Elven woman comes within reach of the Sakkran, and he lunges out. Grabbing her shoulders, he pins her to the ground, stomach down, with one clawed hand. The other rips the fabric from the back of her clothes. His eyes go wild!

And he starts licking her back. After a couple of minutes of licking, he sits flat on his rump, eyes glazed over in a euphoric stupor. The woman gets up, screaming, and runs off.

The screen flickers again, and we're back to Belinda Nike, and Dhaar. "So you see, Ms. Nike, that we can not have assaults such as this taking place in our cities and towns. I'm thinking mostly of the safety of our Elven friends and neighbors. If people can not get their sweat by legal means, I fear the alternative."

"Indeed, Mr. Dhaar. Thank you. This has been Belinda Nike, for NNN. Back to you John."

"Thank you Belinda. In other news, sales of Granny Slag's tapioca Pudding has reached a new high....."

<BUMP> for more questions and what have you.

"Oh, please. This affair is too...unelegant for me to handle, but your message has been received"

Imperial Chancellor Aliria D'Hyru.

"Our damsels are on their way to Sakkra. They expect the best of the treatments because many of them are from noble descent, one hundred of them are from my personal court, drow maidens of the highest ranking. I hope your business could run perfectly"

Baroness Ferishia Eöl.

Dhaar makes the rounds in his VIP club.

"Get those surveillance drones on-line in 30. I don't want a single corner unwatched at all times."

"Stock up the bars with enough hooch to last three nuclear winters."

"Khoomm, get the guards their equipment. Stun wands are enroute. And make sure they've all gone through the drills. I won't have another Club Phewt incident."

After making the days rounds, ensuring all is in readiness, Dhaar returns to his office and goes through his comms.

Ah, hello! Just the news i'm hoping for!

[code:1:0ecc7a7d3c]
Dhaar..

As promised, I have allocated 300,000 Teeth towards your proposed club as an investment. I expect the 'perks' that you have described to me to be in full effect when the opening occurs. As an idea, I propose you get press kits of some manner from the Aelosin Ladies, to be used for PR purposes. It would create quite a draw, i'm certain.

I'll be in touch.

Kraah[/code:1:0ecc7a7d3c]

Hmmm...that actually isn't a bad idea.....what's this? Speak of the incubus!

[code:1:0ecc7a7d3c]Our damsels are on their way to Sakkra. They expect the best of the treatments because many of them are from noble descent, one hundred of them are from my personal court, drow maidens of the highest ranking. I hope your business could run perfectly.

Baroness Ferishia Eöl.[/code:1:0ecc7a7d3c]

Dhaar sends a reply comm...

[code:1:0ecc7a7d3c] Baroness Ferishia...

I can only reassure you that your damsels will be given the treatment their bearing requires. I ask, however, if there is some manner of 'press kit' that you could send me in an encrypted packet, that I may know their tastes and expectations in advance, and avoid any embarrasing incidents. I have some of my most trusted guards ready at the Guuah Shuttleport to escort your damsels wherever they desire to go. Financial backing for the business has been sealed in contract, and everything is running like fine brandy; smooth and sweet.

Sincerely...
Dhaar[/code:1:0ecc7a7d3c]

"I'll send you the information you need, although taking into account that more than one thousand aelosian women have signed for this cultural exchange, as I like to call it, it will be a lot of paperwork. The goverment is forcing us to accept armed guards, to prevent events like the one we saw in a video some time ago. I don't like guns, but the ShadowPrince is a stubborn fellow, and he won't approve the shipment without a sizeable group of bodyguards accompanying the maidens. What do you think about it?"

Baroness Ferishia Eöl.

It sounds aggreeable. I believe that 15,000 square meters of space is sufficient for the number of maidens that you describe. perhaps if you were to provide the info of your more prominant Ladies, it would be sufficient in giving us a template to work with. The Sakkran Chamber of Commerce has decided to open our hostels, hotels and B&Bs for lodgings. Peacekeeping Forces, Border Patol and even the Imperial Guard are being assigned to the task of the safety of your Ladies.

After a bit of wandering, and a couple of wrong turns, Jim and the others make their way to what Jim says is Dhaar's club, unlike the first 4 clubs they came across.

"This is it." Jim shouts, stopming his foot.

"Thats what you said about the last four clubs." Niobe shoots back.
"Indeed Captain, how are you certain."

"A pirate has a wonderful sense of direction my robotic compatriot."

Niobe smirks. "I guess that means you're not a pirate."

"I am too, I'm the greatest pirate there ever was. Pirated a thousand ships I have."

"Jim, you've only pirated one ship."

"Ahh Niobe, but it was the most dangerous ship there was."

"It was a private yacht."

Jim doesn't seem to lose his air of confidence. "Yes, but it was a very big yacht."

"You're hopeless Jim."
"Indeed" R-Ruin35 chimed in.

"Whatever you two, we'll turn a profit....this time."

A massive 8'6" goon, easily 4.9' wide, wearing a sleeveless T-shirt stands at the door of the club. There is a design on the shirt that looks like cuniform writing. (T-shirt subtitle: Goon 1) The sign above his head also bears the same form of writing. (sign subtitle: Club Yot)

He observes the squabbling group standing a few yards away, and mumbles into his collar.

"We got some folks hanging around out front here. Orders?"

A crackling sound comes out of his collar. "Let them approach, and see what they want."

A chemist working in the Foods Department of TME Industries tosses a vial of elf sweat (not overhard to come by in the Little Lothlorien district of Stonozka) into a spectral analysis machine on a hunch.

However, it's often stupid little things like that which produce results.

Having found the secret to "Elf flavor," our devoted little scientist tries with skin and blood samples from all the various sophonts of the Triumvirate.

A few weeks later...

* - * - *

SUCCESS!

For ages, we have been tiptoeing across the food prejudices of various species due to concerns of cannibalism and the morality of consuming sophonts.

TIPTOE NO LONGER!

We here at the Foods Division of TME Industries have discovered the sheer chemical constituents which make up the succulent flavors so prized by sentient carnivores the multiverse over. Now a Kzinti or Sakkran family can sit down to tasty meals without worrying overmuch if they're dealing with once-thinking meat!

Yes, we have discovered how to artificially produce sophont meat flavors! Expect WHOLE NEW LINES to flow forth from TME Industries Foods Division and KarmaCorp TechSystems!

We already have a wide variety of flavors ready to hit the market! Watch the shelves of YOUR local grocery stores for Hyooman, Sacklah, and the ever-popular Ylf flavor!

http://www.weirdozone.0catch.com/projects/nationstates/scolopendra/vera_cook.gifVera Cook
Public Relations, Foods Division
Technology-Manufacturing-Energy Industries

The Aelosian civilian transports, slim silouettes like stellar dragonflies, approached the Sakkran airspace, escorted by three rapid strike frigates of the Aelosian navy. Five of them, each capable of transporting 250 people, transported almos one thousand aelosian women.

A message asking permission to enter orbital airspace reached the Sakkran authorities...

The information on the participants in the "Cultural Interracial Exchange Program" was sent to Kraah. Almost 10,000 pages of interviews and reports (I won't put many details, they are too many women out there!)

From parts undisclosed, within the teeming streets of the city of Guuah, a message is sent.

[code:1:2167839eee]
ENCRYPTION: HEAVY
DESIGNATE: TME INDUSTRIES
ATTN: VERA COOK
SENDER: ANON

Greetings, Lady Cook...
I am a representative of an influential figure here in Sakkra Proper. They have expressed interest in investing in your newest line of comestible snack items, specifically the Ylf and Hyooman lines. Please understand that anonymity must be maintained at this time, for our and your protection. Please reply with questions if you have any.[/code:1:2167839eee]
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The rapid strike corvettes of the Aelosian Navy are met by several wings of Swatter A/S drones. They take up formations swiftly, surrounding the transports and their escorts. A tight-beamed message is sent to the strike frigates.
http://www.5amfunnies.com/sakkra/space/asfighform.JPG
[code:1:2167839eee]Swatter designate 0151 on escort for your protection. Orders: Escort to Guuah Spaceport. Detachments of TacSoft Troopers awaiting your arrival. Clearances have been granted. Follow please. Welcome to Sakkra![/code:1:2167839eee]

"Let me handle this you two."

R-Ruin35 sizes up the large goon and makes the approximation of a grin, if robots can grin that is.
"Wouldn't have it any other way Captain."

Jim approaches the goon, his 6'6" frame easily dwarfed by the Sakkran.
"Evening good chap, I've come to visit your fine establishment. I'm Jim Buzzard, businessman extraodinare. Top notch elitist type I am. My party and I are quite wealthy and wish to come in," motioning to Niobe and R-Ruin35, neither looking anywhere close to high society.

He reaches up and brushes some scuz off the goon's shirt, being as friendly as one can. "What do you say ole' pal, how about you let us in to see your boss. I can make it worth your time, " quickly flashing what may be cash.

"Or if you don't want to be my friend, perhaps you can be hers, " motioning to Niobe. "She's an elf you know."

A delegate from Da'amfeck points out that the Elves could make quite a lot of money by selling their sweat to pharmasutical companies so that they could develop a 'vaccine' to the pure form, to stop the addictions that are occuring.

Of course, this happens in some political forum somewhere, so everyone can safely ignore it until a later time.

The goon looks with one eye at Captain Jim, the other eye focusing on the elf. The flashing of cash seems to have little effect.

"Ya cain't just up and amble on in. Ya gots to have an appointment. 'sides, Club's not open at the moment."

Dhaar, in the meantime, is observing the exchange from a surveillance camera. He checks Jim's likeness against his database of known brigands, and finds a posi ID.

Huh. 1 raid on a yacht. But he pulled it off, despite himself. Heh heh. Let's see what he has to say.

In native Sakkran, which sounds much like rumblings and gurglings, a staticky message comes from the goon's collar. <Let them in. This may be of interest. But keep an eye on that robot, I don't trust those things.>

The goon comms a reply. "Alright. Boss sez you's can go in. But any funninesseses...." He opens his jaw, showing two rows of 2 inch teeth, serrated like steak knives. "...and I get an early dinner."

With one burly arm, he opens the massive oak doors, and makes an ushering motion to the group.

"Ah thank you." Jim approximates a courtsey.

"Come chaps, we've got an appointment with Mr. Darr, Dhra, whatever."

Niobe and R-Ruin35 are somewhat suprised and follow suit.

"So just what do we have to offer this Dhaar fellow?" Niobe whispers to Jim.

"Nothing my dear."

She stops in her tracks. "NOTHING. YOU DRAG US HERE FOR NOTHING!"

"Relax Niobe, we're here to find work."

"You're as incompitent as they come Jim Buzzard."

"Thanks, I try."

Dhaar steps out from his office, and eyes the group of three entering the club. His optic implant on his left eye focuses on them, with a rotating motion. A hand signal, and the group find themselves in the midst of a throng of armed goons.

They part as Dhaar steps forward. "It would be a good idea if *clk* grrrmmmrrrmlrrr ........ hhsssss!"

He taps the yellow medallion on his collar. *clk* Damn stupid thing. GET ME A WORKING TRANSLATOR!"

One of the goons jogs off, and returns with a shiny new medallion. This is fastened to Dhaar's collar after the old one is removed and discarded.

"There we go. Okay, now then. It would be a .....ahhh, forget it. Just remove any weapons you may have, and then state your business!"

Jim sighs, "Oh alright, but only because I like your face," and motions to the group to comply.

They begin unloading what a casual observer would think to be a ludacris number of weapons. Jim unholsters two rather nasty looking pistols, four clips of ammo, two daggers, a couple of flash-bangs and his cloak, grinning at the goon as he piles his belongings into its arms.

Niobe procures two swords, four daggers, some throwing knives, and a single shot emergency pistol.

R-Ruin35 looks about. "I can't, afraid my weapons are attached to me."

Jim still looks cocky as ever, "Well Mr. Dhaar, I'm here because you look like you're a man in need of business and I'm here to to do business."

Dhaar looks Capt Jim up and down with his implant. Is he serious? By my Ancestors, he IS serious! Hrrr hrrr hrrr.... "Business...yeesss. Very well...." He motions to a very large booth.

"Come. Sit. Let me hear what it is you propose. You seem to be a sharp businessman; i'm sure that this will not be a waste of my valuable, valuable time."

He turns and begins walking to the booth. "Khoom, fetch me a casket of that Iansisle Merlot that we have. I think I need a drink for this."

"Mr. Dhaar, we exist to serve our customers. It is my policy to first ask what it is my customers would like done, so that we I may better serve them."

Dhaar leans over the booth table abit, fingers forming a steeple shape. His normal eye is now focusing in.

"Wait, what is this? You tell me you wish to speak business, and then assume I need you? Hrar! If I needed your services, I would have summoned you. This meeting is ...."

A soft PING sound eminates from Dhaar's side. Pulling out a datapad, he reads an incoming message. After a short time, he closes the datapad and places it back in the pocket on his side.

"You are fortunate. Fortunate indeed. It appears I may have some use for your ....services. There will be a franchise opened in the city. One for the lower ranks of our society. There are scores of elven refugees from other lands here. I need you to recruit them for the other club. Interview, determine acceptability, all the normal job interview stuff. But make certain they are disease free. How you do this is up to you. Agreeable?"

Jim nods. "Aye, and I have the perfect person to interview them," motioning to Niobe."

Niobe glares at Jim and mouths creep at him.

"Well Niobe, what do you say, up for some money making?"

"Good. then it is agreed. You will receive a comission depending on the number of ACCEPTABLE recruits. Those not acceptable will be deducted, so choose well. Now fingerprint this ...."A lifted hand, and an unseen being places a datapad in his hand. "....and we can begin."

The pad looks like a mess of legal mumbo-jumbo fine-print work, with an X at the bottom of it.

The frigates responded in order. "Thank you. We'll leave the transport under your responsability. Good luck and farewell", they issued before leaving back to their home.

The transports get in line between the Sakkran vesels, following them to land...

....at Guuah Spaceport, where a massive throng of hooting Sakkrans (it's like cheering, but different) is being held at bay by power-armor clad troopers. Almost a battalion of soldiers is present to maintain order here as the Aelosians ship lands. Sweeper drones scour the area, making certain than any 'funny' moves are caught.

The air is thick and humid when the Aelosian's make their appearance, greeted by a delegation from the Imperial Family. Advisor Bosska is on hand to meet one of the groups disembarking from the transport.

"Ah, yes. Greetings to you, Ladies of Aelosia. I trust your trip was pleasant?"

<WHAP>

The first women exited the transports, dressed in their best clothes, waving their hands like they were some kind of movie stars, many of them holding fans to hide her faces, others holding umbrellas in a fancy way. They were almost one hundred women, most of them young, but all were elven maidens, many of them with the black complexion of the drows.

The one with the most flamboyant garment, a drow mature woman dressed in a crimson velvet dress, approached Bosska. "Uneventful, although space travel is always unpleasant. We are almost an army, Should I organize my girls in companies or something?"

The first women exited the transports, dressed in their best clothes, waving their hands like they were some kind of movie stars, many of them holding fans to hide her faces, others holding umbrellas in a fancy way. They were almost one hundred women, most of them young, but all were elven maidens, many of them with the black complexion of the drows.

The one with the most flamboyant garment, a drow mature woman dressed in a crimson velvet dress, approached Bosska. "Uneventful, although space travel is always unpleasant. We are almost an army, Should I organize my girls in companies or something?"

The first women exited the transports, dressed in their best clothes, waving their hands like they were some kind of movie stars, many of them holding fans to hide her faces, others holding umbrellas in a fancy way. They were almost one hundred women, most of them young, but all were elven maidens, many of them with the black complexion of the drows.

The one with the most flamboyant garment, a drow mature woman dressed in a crimson velvet dress, approached Bosska. "Uneventful, although space travel is always unpleasant. We are almost an army, Should I organize my girls in companies or something?"

Bosska lets a small whiff escape his nostrils, the approximation of a chuckle. "Arranging the Ladies into companies is not necessary. However, it would be good to organize them a bit. It would not be a good idea to let them wander alone, as some may take it as 'opportunity'. The Commander here has apprised me of the briefing he has given his soldiers; a detachment of six troopers for every group of ladies."

Bosska looks over the throng,and eyeballs the numerous squadrons of TacSoft soldiers, and Hordesmen. "You will find them very well trained, willing to follow any order to the death. Their orders at this point are too guarantee your safety no matter the cost."

"As long as they could keep their tongues inside their mouth until we give them permission it's ok. I'll organize the ladies into groups, twenty five of them has military training and can comman the groups properly", said the drow woman, extending her hand so Bosska could kiss it.

Bosska looks at the extended hand. What is this? Do I lick it? Do I clasp it? I remember this from the cudtom briefings, but what ..... oh dear. He lowers his head, and places the tip of his mouth against her hand. Lacking any lips, however, he can not actually kiss her hand.

I hope the motion was sufficient. He raises his head again. "Do not be concerned. Our soldier's willpower is quite strong. There will be no licking done." He turns to the Commander below, and makes a hand motion.

Immediately a Sakkran in Black body armor turns to his soldiers, and begins barking orders in native Sakkran, which sounds like a series of grunts and rumblings. If any have extremely sensitive hearing, they will hear sub-sonic tones as well. Soldiers immediately begin assuming formations around the ships in groups of five, and stand at attention when they get into position.

Indeed the aelosian women looked pleased. "Oh, they're so civilized. We expected to see a lot of reptilian beast running around, but this almost like home, only with scales", said the woman, visibly happy.

Then she makes a little bow to Bosskar. "We'll follow your indications, guide us to wherever we're going to stay", she said, smiling.

The rest of the women came out of the transport, and gathered in a huge crowd in the middle of the dock.

Coordinates are uploaded to each detachment commander's datapads for the various places the Aelosian Ladies would be staying. With a deep, rumbling rrrmff rrrmff rrrmff sound coming from the individual detachment commanders, the soldiers march in step, surrounding their charges.

The crowd surrounding the spaceport parts way for the advancing troopers in stoney silence, eyes observing the Aelosians as they pass. One particularly unstable-looking Sakkran attempts to leap over the massed throng and approach the ladies. before he comes anywhere close to the ladies, however, a gauntleted hand grabs him by the neck, and tosses him to the rear of the line as if he was a mere hatchling.

Head over tail, the Sakkran is passed from soldier to soldier until he is caught by the unit commander, who places him in restraints, and deposits him on the side of the crowd. Sweeper drones swiftly descend, showing manipulator arms. The restrained individual is lifted and whisked off. This all happens in the space of four seconds.

The Ladies arrive at their established places of temporary residence with no other incidents occuring. The high-ranking ones stay in the penthouse suites of the Shaahou Arms, stretching 100 meters high.

"Oh, this is astonishing beautiful. I want to marry a Sakkran!", said a damsel of one of the high ranking ladies.

"They're too big for you, and I don't think you want scaled children hoping around. I don't think your mother is going to like it", said her companion, laughing out loud.

After looking over document, quite carefully, Buzzard signs and his group is on their way.

It is quiet the odd sight to see a group of rough and tumble pirates attempt to clean up for the following day's work. A fury of active matched only by its akwardness and number of jests being tossed about. Fortunately for the young girls, the issues of satisfying desire with the young maidens was stopped with Niobe's promise of a slow death to anyone who tried. The group took her at her word.

Elsewhere Jim was dressed in the best Sakkra had to offer, looking suprisingly adept at being of high society. He watched the Aelosians from the rear of the Sakkran group, looking as dashing as ever.

The panthouse of the Shaahou Arms have high cathedral ceilings, steam rooms and on-call masseurs. Furnishings are done completely in either velvet or soft leather. Resin Beetles hover about 4 meters off the floor level, casting a soft amber light about. They each position themselves over the heads of the visiting Ladies. Non-penthouse suites are only slightly less ornate, but quite opulent none-the-less.

In the crowd, elven refugee men and women watch the procession with mixed emotion.

"Look at them, with all this pomp."
"I wish I could be greeted like that."
"Where is the food carts?"
"Stuffy Aelosians. Hhmph!"
"Wow! Look at those outfits!"

Sweeper drones fly about, maintaining air security while troopers surround the hotels, watchful of any funny doings.

"Hey look, there's an elf", said one of the maiden, pointing at one refugee...

"And there's many more", said another, approaching to the group of elves, raising her hand in the traditional elven salute. "Greetings, kin, How are you?. How are the elves treated in this country?", asked the woman, visibly a dame of high ranking and authority.

The elven refugee is taken slightly aback, having an elf of noble line addressing her.

"Oh! Uhm, my Lady!" She gives a low curtsie. "We are treated pretty well here. No different than the Sakkrans. But they can be unforgiving of having a lack of ambition. Social welfare is almost non-existant here. The people, whether refugees or not, are allowed to rise and fall on their own merits. With the recent discovery of the 'narcotic' effect we have on them, there will most likely be quite a raising of our status, as we'll be able to find work that pays well. I hope."

"So I see, I'm glad to hear that. Anyway, this is the place where we're going to stay, if you need something, just call us", said the regal woman, then leaving to keep on with the strange parade.

"Oh, Yes Milady! Yes!" She curtsies again and runs back to her associates after the lady returns to the procession, seemingly quite giddy.

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