The girl still kneeling slid fingers into a small pocket and pulled back producing a small silver and black disk. She looked at it like she was losing a part of herself as she set it upon the edge of the desk. She did not wait for further instructions, simply pushed the center of the disk and allowed her hands to drop back into her lap.
There was a brief snap and then a blue light. A small image formed of Travanix above the disk, shimmering in the holographic recording. His stance of that a military leader, the uniform sharp and proper. The image looked straight ahead, assuming into the eyes of the intended of the message.
"Lord Brutin," the image began. The voice was his, if slightly distorted due to the recording. "You and I have been in this business to long to daddle with platitudes and threats. I am well aware of what you think of me, and I am fairly certian I know what you think of me. Regardless, I am willing to put this asside. You have managed to reassemble the pieces of the Slavers Alliance, in this there is no small feat so I offer you congratulations."
The image shimmered once more as it was redrawn. "But with all success, comes obsticles and challenges. One of which is myself and the Circle. Both of us, no doubt have, had or will have operations that may or may not intrude on the other. While I have no quandry taking potential slaves from a fellow slaver, I will not take an owned slave. It has nothing to do with honor, but respect. While we may not see eye to eye, I still respect that property that you own."
The body didn't move much, standing rigid as he addressed whom he assumed would be Brutin. "That does not mean, however, that my operations in the city will change. What I am proposing is that you and I develop either an alliance between our organizations, or a treaty to stay out of each other's way. I do not have time for a war, and I will not waste threats with you, Lord Brutin. You know what I'm capable of. I know what you are capable of. A war would desimate the city, leaving nothing for either. I have better things to do than worry about a scortched earth fiasco."
"As a show of my good faith, the girl, elerysa, is now yours. Regardless of what you choose, she is yours as an act of good faith. She is newly broken, trained in only the basics, but ready for however you decide to use her. Within the paperwork is the code to release the collar marking her as mine." The image paused, "Do not take this lightly, Brutin, as I do not take it lightly. At the core, we are both businessmen."
The image faded then gone completely.
The girl did not move, simply waited for her instructions.
