Aggressive Negotiations

His pistol whipped her and sighed as he grabbed her by the hair he took out outside in the storm and threw her outside closeing the door, "Il let you back in when you deside to listen. Wouldint do to much though getting wet and shocked will kill yeah bye!" He waved as the door closed.

Padme cried out in anger but got shocked again. The water didn't help either.
It took only a few seconds for Padme to be soaking wet. *that...bast*** * She thought.
...
*dang it...*
She knelt beside the door. Feeling the cold come through her clothes. Too cold.

A long time passed it seemed. "Dan-ow!"

*Shock*

Zian has taken off hsi armor and was only wearing some pain clothing as he opened the blast door back up. "Learned your leasson dearie?" He asked sweetly pintching her cold wet cheek.

Padme gave a slow nod. She was so cold. And though her captor didn't seem to pinch her face hard, it still hurt.
Giving off slight trembles, she walked into the ship.

He closed the door and pushed her toward her room. "Yeah, yeah. Take a bath or shower or uhhh...whatever you women perfer. Theres clothing in the closet." He took off the coller. "Dont make me have to put it back on.."

Nodding again, Padme sneezed and started drench off the water from her wet clothing as she headed towards the bathroom.
"I think I'm getting*achoo*"
the door slammed shut as she turned the shower on

Zian was watching a boring holoflim in the rec room before he dozed off for several hours.

After drying herself off and dressing Padme came out. Seeing the hunter asleep she bent over and frowned, "How can he sleep? I could kill him right here."

He twitched and snored as he pressed another blaster to her head in his sleep. "Mmmm, dead or allllive..."

*Even in his sleep?!* Padme thought.
She looked at the blaster and stepped out if it's hit zone. Maybe he had the switch on him to remove the defense in the cockpit?
...where though?
Looking at all the pockets it took Padme a while before she actually worked up the nerve to open one. Maybe the pocket on his shirt?...It's a fake pocket. Ok, a different pocket.
Mind the blaster...

Zian yawned as he truned around muttering, "maintenance control, voice print id R1B5.." The computer beeped as the defenced shutted down.

She didn't have to do ANYTHING! Padme smiled and walked to the cockpit. FIrst she'd send a message. Touching the controls, she was able to get a hold of the chauncelor....
or...his voicemail. She frowned.
Giving the coordinates of the planet she was on, the time, and the description of her captor, she ended the communication.
Now...how to start the engine...
Power on...
The craft came to life as Padme pressed the keys.

"What are you, Sir SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIR COME QUICKLY." Zian stuired and woke up. "What!?"

Padme grinned, "This thing has hyper-"
She didn't get to finish her words as the craft immediately went into overdrive. Accidentally slamming her hand on the keypad unknown coordinates were made and after a few seconds, they were in a distant area.

Zian ran into the cockpit pressing several very large guns against her head, "The the hell!?"

Expecting this to happen, but not really planning things out she slowly raised her hands to her head.
"..."

He deilvered a blow to her head as he disactivated the hyperdrive.

Blackout

He threw her into the holding cell and activated it as he brought the Slave one back to the planet.

"Ouch..." Padme rubbed her head.

~~
After receiving the message of distress, the chauncelor sent out a bounty for the kidapper. All hunters in the galaxy would be looking for Zian.

Zian sighed as he looked at the bounty, "Hm, doesnt know my face, my name, or my ship ID there just caseing shadows..."

"They should have been able to get a location number from the call. And I did send out the coordinates if found on the screen...what else...some guards should've seen his attire. It's not very common...so that should help a bit..."
Padme winced when something hit her shoulder. She was hurt? when...? Oh, the lasers.
Quickly dressing the wound with a bit of the corner of her sleeve, Padme finally retired to a side of her small cell and fell asleep.