"Shut up tin can." said the first man, waving an item at CC9.  Cor recognised it as the droid remote, the one they'd handed over on arrival on the shuttle.

There is a slight shudder that runs through the tin can in question and he stops moving. "Hostility noted," the droid announces immediately. "Contracts will be cancelled. Have fun finding a new job, meatsack." Then he stills, lights fading out.

With CC9 shut down, the men turn their attention back to the girls.

Zyra begins gasping and crying, her back to the men.  "But you can't do this.  I mean, you're not allowed.  Against the rules.  Kyd help us please."

She continues to sob and shiver, wading over to Cor and embracing her, as if the Umbaran can protect her.  She brushes her lips against Cor's ear and whispers, "Distract the one without the remote, I'll take the mouthy one."

She continues to groan and clutches Cor..  "They can't do this."

Cor blinks very slowly, as if she doesn't understand what's going on. Her hands tighten around Zyra in a brief squeeze to show she's heard and understood, and as the men advance her face blossoms with sudden understanding. "No, wait, uh. Bad idea, right? Really bad." Her voice has a very different inflection, her Umbaran accent less obvious. "You don't need to do this, right? Kyd's gonna come back on soon I think, last time it was only off for, like. A minute. I think. Uh." She looks desperate but then seems to have an idea. "Look, my contract's not locked, see? And if you turn Kyd back on he'll see you haven't touched us and your boss won't fire you. And then you can, like, negotiate with Kyd and hire me, yeah? All nice and legal?" The last sentence holds a certain persuasive tone, showing the Umbaran is willing if everything's done right. "Her contract's locked but mine's not, okay?"

The man with the remote laughs.  "You think I'm that stupid missy?  No, you'll please us all we like.  Our boss is paying for you, so we've got every right to you whores."

Zyra suddenly leaps up, crying "No!" and runs to one corner of the room, huddling in a corner, making no attempt to hide her nudity.  She sobs there saying "Can't do this." over and over.

"No, uh, see..." She steps out of the bath. "Our contracts are with your boss, right? Surely this ain't worth your jobs?" She fidgets. "You do it our way, it's all legal. You don't and Kyd's th'least of your worries, right?" She waves a hand. "Can't imagine he got all this by bein' charitable..."

Cor is nervous. She knows she can't push the point much more or she's going to seem actually smart rather than just streetwise.

The man with the remote laughs at his friend.  "She's a mouthy one.  I think we need to teach this bitch her place."

The men begin circling the spa, evidently planning to drag Cor out of the water.  Zyra continued to cry in the far corner mumbling and sobbing.
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Cor starts moving around, trying to get to a point where Zyra's behind the one with the remote. As they're trying to stay either side of her, and she's pretty bad at combat, she preferably tries to work it so that the one without the droid caller has his back to CC9. These humans aren't as smart as she'd hoped. Now she hoped they were just stupid - or confident - enough. "Well, shit," she mutters, "I tried."

Cor climbs out of the water and backs away from the men who prowl her, looks of undisguised lust on their face.  They were herding her towards the bed.  She hadn't even been able to grab a towel and the water dripped off her body.

At the far side of the room, apparently forgotten by the lust-driven men, Cor noted that Zyra was signalling to her.  The Umbaran noticed that the Zabrak had something small in her hand, a bottle of some sort.  Zyra was continually repeating the same gestures: pointing at the man with the remote then at herself.  She did this several times and then slid to the floor and fell back into her act apparently distraught and sobbing.

Cor tries to get remote-boy closer to Zyra.  What did she want to do, hit him from behind?  Drug him with smelling salts?  She tries to sense Zyra's motives, though quickly.  She knows CC9 won't stop her from being hurt.  She also knows that bruises show up on her pale skin pretty easily.


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Ahh.  That's what she wants.  The only downside is Cor can't get past the guys and closer to Zyra.

She thinks for a few seconds and then, lacking much in the way of other options, pushes herself toward the guy who doesn't have the remote, half-curling her naked form against his chest.  It's a dangerous tactic but one that's worked countless times before, particularly when faced with arrogant predators - the Brer Rabbit Gambit.

"All right, okay," she says in a shaky voice.  "I'll do whatever you want, but..."  Cor throws a look at the other man, the one with CC9's fake remote.  "Just... please don't touch my friend."  And with that her eyes flick down, perhaps a touch dramatically, to stare pointedly at Zyra.
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The guy with the remote stops suddenly and grabs his friend's shoulder.

"You know, there's two girls in here so why are we both going for this one?  I'll go and show old horn girl over there a good time.  Enjoy yourself."

The other guy only grins as he grabs Cor tightly and begins kissing her, running his tongue all over her face, mouth and neck as he dragged her towards the bed, tugging at his pants.

Meanwhile, the first human stalks towards Zyra who continues to sit in the corner, moaning to herself, seemingly oblivious to her nakedness.

"Don't worry love." the man says, "I'll make you forget all your troubles.".
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Cor goes along willingly enough, kissing back hesitantly when the man's lips are close enough.  She doesn't fight, doesn't even object, falling quite silent as the man, well, manhandles her.

Zyra continued to put on her scared girl act until the man was standing directly before her.  She'd chosen her position against the wall carefully as she'd wanted him standing in a certain position.  At his feet was a large puddle of bath oil.  While the oil proved very relaxing in a bath, it had anothe purpose, it reduced friction.

Looking up at the man she groand as if scared.  "You wont hurt me will you?  KYD wont allow that.  See, he's coming over." she pointed in the direction of CC9.

The man couldn't help but reflexively turn to look.  As he did so Zyra swung her leg aroung with all the force she could muster, jamming into his heels.  The force, combined with the puddle of oil he was standing him was enough to send the man sliding backwards to the ground.  Moving quickly, Zyra ensured his head met the ground with an agreeable crack.

Then she screamed loudly, "Help, help!  He's tripped and hit his head.  There's blood.  Oh does someone know first aid?  KYD does, I'll activate him.  Get over here KYD."  With the last comment she rummages through the man's pockets and activates the faux remote for CC9.

Immediately CC9 springs into action.  "Chaperone droid designated B2-KYD3 reactivated and displeased," the droid states in exactly the same flat tone he always uses.  He lifts his blaster rifle and marches over to the bed, pointing the weapon directly at the man's head - on Stun, but the human probably doesn't know that.

"Get.  Off."

The man who'd been attempting to rape Cor had still been struggling with his pants when his friend had hit the floor.  He'd been too engrossed in what he was doing to see any of it, but he couldn't mistake Zyra's scream.  Turning in suprise, he barely saw the Zabrak frantically shaking his colleague, who himself was lying on the floor, blood oozing from a scalp wound, before a battle droid had a blaster pointed at him.

Totally shocked, all thoughts of sex melting away he backed away from Cor, hands up and pants around his legs.  The state of his genitalia indicated that any thought of sex had evaporated from his mind.  In fact it looked like he needed a 'fresher for another bodily function.

"As previously stated: Any attempt to access StarFox Intergalactic assets without authority will result in contract nullification.  Get your friend and get out.  This transgression will be reported."

The blaster rifle is trained on the man's chest, following him perfectly.

"Next time consider paying."

The man mumbled something but said nothing as he pulled up his pants, grabbed his friend and helped drag him from the room.  After a minute or so they were gone.

CC9 moves off to the side of the room without further comment once the two humans have fled.

Cor, still lying on the bed, lets out a slight breath of relief she hadn't realised she'd been holding and relaxes slightly.  Then she rolls upright with surprising grace, steps off the bed and comes over to Zyra.  "Are you all right?  Did he hurt you?" she asks with obvious and genuine concern.

As soon as the men were out, Zyra sprang to her feet and grabbed a robe.  All signs of distress were gone and were replaced with a grim determination the Zabrak developed when busy planning.

"We need to be quick.  CC9, get on the comm and report this to the ship's captian immediately.  That would be standard procedure and it works to our favour.  Report the 'violent and unprovoked attack' and how your charges have been traumitised.  Add the customer is required to provide you with a few days to recover from this ordeal before any services are offered else the contract is terminated.  That should give us the time we need on planet without having to put up with any more horny males."

"Cor, get dressed and be ready.  Remember both of you, the man near me tripped on a slippery surface and cracked his head.  I distracted him and then belted him hard enough he should be hazy.  Even if he remembers what happened I doubt he'll mentioned some prostitute beat him up.  He'd be a laughing stock."

"Now I have experience in playing different roles so I'll stick with the distraught emotional wreck.  You'd better be the calm one.  You're probably used to this kind of treatment and can handle it better.  Show anger that they didn't pay and they weren't part of the contract."

Once that's done we need to get that comm call prepared then be ready for landing."

"By your command."  There are a few beeps and quiet pings from the droid as he connects to the captain's comm and reports the assault.

Cor sighs very slightly and nods, hurrying over to dry and then dress quickly.  "Do you know," she says idly in a jovial tone, "I did hope that the first time I got some kind of physical intimacy in five standard galactic years that it would be a little better than that."

Zyra grinned.  "Well since I have good standing with Starfox Intergalactic, perhaps I can arrange for your own private escort for a few days free of charge.  They have a vast array of species, both genders appealing to various tastes.  I think you'll have earned a little holiday by the end of this."

About fifteen minutes after the 'incident' there is a knock on the door and a man walks in, wearing a uniform of an unfamiliar civilian cut.  He looks around the room then addresses CC9.

"I am Captain Thanas.  I would like to formally apologise to your employers about this incident.  Please assure them that the men will be severely disciplined once planetside.  I have contacted my employer and he will abide by your terms for two days rest for your. . .merchandise.  He refuses to consider financial recompense as your property was not damaged.  He states his long standing relationship with your organiastion should be testimont to that."

He points to a chrono on the wall.  "We will be in planetary comm range in fifteen minutes.  I shall open up an external comm line for you in twenty.  Relay that message to your employers.  Hand over your remote to me.  I will keep it until I can hand it directly to my employer.  That way it will not make it's way into wayward hands again."  He holds out his hand for the device.