Day 002
The slaver who was in charge of Ahsoka was in fact no ordinary slaver. He was the Zygerrian Prime Minister: Atai Molec. Molec was trusted by the Queen with many of her personal affairs and played an active role in much of Zygerrian politics. He was also tasked with keeping her subjects and slaves in line. Thus he was not going to let some sixteen year old Togruta brat get the better of him.
Fortunately for him he had been working on a plan for dealing with potential Jedi slave acquisitions. For years he had had a team of special scientists working on a new experimental serum specifically tailored for Jedi, and recently they had finally created a functional prototype. It's ultimate purpose: to sever a Jedi's ties to the beloved force. Thus, rendering them harmless normal slaves.
After obtaining a sample from his team Molec entered his own personal quarters to find the unconscious Togruta girl sprawled laying on her side on his bed. He eyed her beautiful body with a desire for dominance. The mere thought of making her his slave was intoxicating. He would be the first Zygerrian in generations to enslave a Jedi. So, without a second thought he jabbed the needle containing the serum into her thigh and injected the serum into her bloodstream.
After he did that all he could do was wait until she woke up and hope that the formula did its job. While he waited he observed the girl's body once again. She was quite beautiful. She had ornate white markings across her orange face. Her lekku were crowned with a gold akul tooth headdress. Her arms were dawned with blue armbands and she wore a blue crop top and slit skirt that split at the waist on her left leg, revealing it to the world and its curious eyes. She wasn't wearing any shoes either.
Molec's thoughts dwelled on the orange-skinned girl's figure, "Her legs though. Yes they are something. So smooth and curvy, completing her figure so beautifully. Her breasts aren't too shabby either". Molec licked his lips with anticipation at the thought of owning her as he ran his hand down her thigh and under her skirt. As he expected no underwear. "Typical", he thought to himself. "The little slut is asking for it. Why else would she leave herself so exposed?".
That gave Molec an idea. "Wait a minute", he thought to himself. "I need a little payback from this bitch after what she did to me yesterday. Why don't we see how tough you really are, Jedi?". Just then Ahsoka began to wake up.
"Morning little slut. Or should I say late afternoon", Molec said mockingly.
Ahsoka after fully waking up and noticing her captor responded angrily, "Uh...You bastard! Who do you think you are!?".
"Oh, I am Atai Molec. The greatest Zygerrian Slaver the galaxy has ever known", he said with pride.
"Tch", Ahsoka looked away from him in disgust.
Molec smiled. "I have a proposition for you, Togruta".
Ahsoka turned her head in intrigue, "I'm listening bonehead".
Molec continued, "Yes here me out. If you can best me in one on one combat I'll let you leave this place. No resistance. However if I beat you, you shall submit yourself and your body to me!".
Ahsoka looked puzzled. "One kind of game is this?", she thought to herself. "He knows he can't win. So what's he planning? Oh, the hell with it. I doubt he'll stay true to his word but at least I get to kick his ass". Ahsoka made eye contact looking deep his soul with her sharp crystal blue eyes, "Deal".
Molec smiled. "Good. Good. I'll see you tomorrow morning. Slave".
