"Your name?"

"You know my name, you git!"

"I need confirmation."

The ship left the others behind hours ago. Condesce decided it was time for a trip to a little, "black market." The men behind the desk, in their hoods and cloaks, hid their identities. They looked suspiciously at the royal's slave; he was hooked onto a leash, as if he were still for sale. They were quite impressed by his horns... and his subspecies.

"I am Her Royal Condescension, you twat."

"Thank you. Now, your I.D.?" He held out a gloved hand, gesturing toward hers.

"Ugh."

She gave him allowence to her hand, glancing nervously at her various rings, "You better not touch them, thief."

Ignoring her, the man pricked her finger with a needle. He dropped the fuschia blood into the portable scanner next to him - with a 'ding!,' her information filed up.


TITLE: THE CONDESCE

AGE: UNKNOWN

BLOOD: PINK

CLASS: HIGH

PLACEMENT: EMPRESS


"You're free to go. I see that you're bringing property in with you. I'll give you the V.I.P. tag, alright?" He gave her the special pass and nodded quickly to the right, marking the path to the market.

"Motherfucking finally -"

"Hey," he proceeded, "I would advise you, My Queen, to feed your slave more. You don't want the population running out, do you?"

Without a care, she dragged The Helmsman along. He observed the several rare items in the tented stores: illegal substances, body parts, small grubs without lusii. It was a surprise that they'd let their leader parade through there. Condesce meanwhile was trying to find additions to her precious ship. She supposed that picking up a few interesting things never hurt, either.

"Does Dualscar never shut up or somefin?" she asked at random, continuing her walk. After a few more silent steps, she looked back at The Helmsman. "Well? Your input, low-blood?" His heart paced faster, in a jolt. "I... I was lost in another train of thought. I'm sorry," He bowed his head in humility, "I do, indeed, believe that Dualscar takes up much of your conversation. Granted, though, he has a lot of important stuff to say." Already, he regretted his answer. He closed his eyes tightly, in embarrasment and fear of her retaliation. "Yeah, I guess so." She just turned around and proceeded to tug him further. What a relief. Anyway, they shopped around. The empress acquired some new jets and browsed the grubs that were for sale. A flustered adult troll waved his hat to gain The Condesce's attention, gesturing her over to him. "Ay, ay! Her Majesty!" he called. He was truly filthy. He had dirt in his hair and all over his cloak. To top it off, he was a green-blood. Should've guessed.

The empress shifted her eyes around before walking over to him, "What is it?" Her lips puckered out in confusion, just like she did as Meenah. "I noticed you have a rare troll on your hands!" he announced, prodding at the yellow-blood's exposed ribs. He writhed with discomfort, but made no comment. "Alright, yeah, but don't touch him. Tell me what you want, thief." She swatted his hand away. I guess she just calls everyone thieves at these conventions. "Yes, yes, of course!" he began, fumbling around with his jittery hands. "I own this grub stand, you know. I will trade as many grubs as you want for this slave. I will hand you over psychics, manipulators, geniuses; you name it, My Queen!" His eyes feasted on The Helmsman's physique and reasonably large horns. The Condesce squinted her vision at him, "Are you serious? If I wanted all of those grubs so bad, I'd kill you for it! Don't pull me into your stupid advertised trade. Those homeless grubs aren't worth the ground they're chained to!"

She angrily left with her slave, bruising his neck from over-handling. "Can you believe that idiot?" She went back to her ship, throwing her pass back to the desk. She installed the jets and placed The Helmsman back into his harness. "Up you go."

His horns sparked and wired through the tentacles, having them rise back into space's thick atmosphere. He looked at The Condesce. She obviously wasn't very fond of that man. She must've remembered him from somewhere. Her eyes were darting for an escape like crazy. "Hey," he spoke. She looked back at him with surprise. He hadn't dared to speak on his own since he'd been in her possession. "Yeah?" she asked.

"Who was that man?"

"It wasn't anyone important, that's for shore."

"I mean... Just his name."

"I dunno."

They continued their flight. The empress looked down at her feet when walking away from his position.