"And so as you can see, this is a weapon meant for the busy female on the go. This omnitool is sleek, stylish and comes with not just a blade but several pre-installed battle programs. The ignition fluid for your incinerate app even allows you to select your favorite color! And, as always, this is a Tysha Karst original. Designed by myself and hand assembled by our talented worker caste assembly line employees. Karst Industries, a proud supplier of Batarian State Arms: Stand Strong for Your Hegemony!" The enthusiastic Batarian socialite announced from her podium at the weapons expo her father's company was hosting today. She cleared her throat and in a cool, pleasant announcer voice added. "Karst Industries and Batarian State Arms asks that you please keep all caste restrictions in mind when purchasing. We thank you for your patronage." She tilted her four-lensed sunglasses and began to descend the podium steps, hundreds of young, enthusiastic Batarians from lower castes reaching out to her, holding out datapads for her to sign, snapping holos.
Tysha Karst had a life a girl of any species would kill for. At twenty-four years old, she was a top inventor in her father's Hegemony endorsed weapons and armor company. She was on the cover of multiple magazines throughout Batarian space, had, aside from her line of goods through her father's company, a clothing line, a toy line, and a cosmetic line, and of course owned her own luxury cruiser and several luxury sky cars. Even her Varren had a designer collar.
Tysha was currently scheduled for an extended business trip, for four years she'd be leaving Batarian space in order to check in on the various merchants galaxy-wide who sold her father's inventions. Mainly a checkup to make very sure that no one was selling to humans, or lower castes. After all, it wasn't as though there was a way to read species and caste yet just from the grip on the gun…Although what an idea! Tysha mentally jotted it down and began running through calculations in her head on how to do it.
"Miss Karst?" Her assistant's voice came from across the sky car seat, snapping Tysha out of her grandiose planning. "I'm sorry to bother you.." He blushed a bit. "It's just you have that dinner meeting with the chairman of Batarian State Arms' son tonight…you know…your date?" He seemed a bit hurt at the thought that Tysha had a date, but still he reminded her dutifully, as was expected of him.
Tysha frowned, softening a bit. "Hey, you know that's business, it's got nothing to do with you and I." She looked away blushing. "You know your caste is…."
"Lower? Only a problem in public?!" He shot back, causing Tysha to glare.
"HEY! If I had my way, we'd be married already, but I have certain responsibilities to my father and to this Hegemony. If you would put yourself or even me before our people, then maybe you don't deserve to be called Batarian!" Tysha shot back.
"Look, Tysha..I…I didn't mean…All I'm saying is…this four year business trip..Plenty of time to get lost among the stars…Who'd ever know if we just got a place on Omega and never went home?" He scooted over to her, nuzzling at her neck, playing with her braided hair, a dirty blonde-light brown shade.
"Except for every single Batarian who lived there including the licensed Karst Industries vendors that sell in their market place." Tysha rolled her eyes, clearly upset by the feeling of being completely trapped no matter where she went.
"Licensed? Tysha, Omega's market is pretty much entirely the black market. No one there is licensed." He snorted.
"Look, there are enough Batarians on Omega that may still want to return to our home system that might use outing my location as a way to gain favor with the Hegemony. Not to mention no matter what the politicians say, the pirates and slavers are Hegemony endorsed. You know Balak's practically paid to blow up human colonies. Remember Mindoir? Those guys got free demos from dad's warehouse. The Hegemony has its hands deep in a lot of Varren crap, to be completely honest." Tysha admitted. "Not that there's anything wrong with putting these smug humans in their place, just the people you think are outlaws? They're more like privateers…"
"I actually didn't realize…" He lowered his head.
"And that's just how the Hegemony wants it. Which is another big part of why I'm not supposed to be dating a civilian." Tysha replied. "But maybe I'm the one who isn't worthy to be called Batarian, then…Because I still love you…" She kissed him. "I still want you…" She slid her arms around him, curling up close. "And I am still yours." She whispered in his ear sweetly.
"Miss Tysha….The driver…" He gasped.
"The shielding is up and it's sound proof." She replied as she relaxed in his arms. "Just hold me? Maybe if I keep in mind the feeling of your arms, the static when our eyes meet, I can fake it for this so-called date of mine."
"Well, who am I to refuse a request from my boss?" Her assistant taunted, four eyes meeting four eyes as they moved in for another, deeper kiss.