Danger of the Unknown

Two days later several lightyears away from Coruscant, Boorka lounged on his throne watching the show being put on by his dancers and entertainers in his palace on Dantooine. The Hutt had ruled the planet after the Separatists had attacked it and then he had claimed it for himself before anyone had a chance to stop him. Rarely did he get visitors except for the occasional guard delivering a new slave to him to either be sold or made a part of his entourage. This particular day started out like any other but little did the occupants of the palace know what was headed their way.
A Gamorean guard entered the room with a black-robed figure behind him who approached the Hutt and his translator droid without hesitation.
"Greetings Boorka, I have a deal to propose to you," Jaira said as she removed her hood.
"Chut chut Boorka, me esto bargon ti saska ti ooba," the droid translated for the Hutt.
Boorka laughed deeply, "Nos ta mialo ko," he said.
Which the droid translated to 'There will be no deal made here'. This caused Jaira to smile in response as she ignited her lightsaber and attacked the slug before he or any of his guards could do anything. Within minutes Boorka was gutted and his insides spilt out onto the floor in front of his so-called throne.

Very soon after the massacre of Boorka's Palace, Jaira walked into the village and looked around looking very pleased with her selection of a planet. Then she turned to the Zygerrian leader and their droids to give them her final orders that would begin the chain link of events of her plan.
"Get every man and boy no matter the age," Jaira ordered, "But remember I want them alive and unharmed."
"Of course my Lord," Ziati Molec said before giving the go-ahead signal for his men.
Within minutes men and boys of all ages were bought into the village centre and were being drafted off by Jaira into two groups; slaves and Sith. Fathers and sons were separated; most struggled and fought back but all it did was cause more damage to the ones they cared about. Soon enough all of them were loaded onto the ships and the Zygerrians turned to the Sith Lord for further orders.
"Burn the houses down, destroy the fields and let loose the creatures. I don't care what you do from here on out," Jaira announced.
There were screams of terror and fear that filled the air for hours after as slavers went about destroying the evidence of their presence there in the village. Women and children scattered trying to escape or beg for their homes and lives to be spared. Any who were still there at the end of all the chaos was dragged onto the slave ships while any who got out of the village had run into the fields and wilderness of Dantooine.
Jaira boarded her ship and once in the cockpit, she entered in a contact number for Riesha into her holo-communicator. It did not take long for her to answer with the noise of a few children in the background which impressed Jaira immensely.
"How goes your trip Riesha?"
"Excellent I already have two children both of whom are only toddlers but I have found another child whose a little older," Riesha responded.
"Perfect make sure not to leave any witnesses," Jaira said as she ended the holocall and then turned on the ship's engines.

The occupants of the hangar in the Jedi Temple were rushing around getting all the final things finished before departing on their mission to collect the new Younglings to bring them to the Temple so they could start their Jedi training. The mission was a nice change for Ashlyn who had mainly been on hostile missions since becoming a Padawan and now she was finally doing something that was very much a part of being a Jedi.
"So you ready to go on another adventure?" Daly asked from behind her.
Ashlyn grinned as she turned to look at him and answered his question, "Only if you're with me every step of the way."
Daly smirked, "Of course," he said reassuringly.
"Come on love birds it's time to get going!" Treb called to the two of them in a joking fashion.
Daly groaned and turned to give Treb that look telling him to back off before he got hurt which only caused the other Padawan to laugh heartily at his own joke.
"Come on Ash," Daly said as he grabbed her hand and led her away from the irritating sound of Treb's laughter while everyone else just rolled their eyes at their insane friend.
"Make sure you take care of yourselves," Ashlyn said as she gave Jania a hug before taking Daly's hand again.
"May the Force be with you both," Jania farewelled them as the two walked up the loading ramp of the Twilight.
The Padawans were quickly followed by their Masters who went straight for the cockpit while sensing their students were in the cargo hold of the ship.
"Maybe we shouldn't leave them on their own," Obi-wan suggested worried as to what could happen.
"No remember what Master Yoda said Obi-wan we can't interfere with this," Anakin reminded him promptly.
"Yes I know but that doesn't mean leave them alone together," Obi-wan retorted.
Anakin shook his head, "Do whatever you want Master but trust me no good will come of it if you enter that room," he advised.
Obi-wan groaned knowing that his former Padawan was right but even still that didn't put himself at ease when remembering what he and Siri had gotten up to when they had been alone together.
"Master I can't believe you would think Ash and Daly would do that sort of stuff," Anakin said bewildered at the prospect as his former Master's thoughts had drifted across their bond.
"Well, what else do you think they would be doing?" Obi-wan demanded to see what his friend came up with.
Anakin frowned down at his Master, "Talking."
"Which is what they have been doing for the past three years," Obi-wan pointed out.
"Master, Ashlyn and Daly both know what is acceptable behaviour, nor would Ash agree to something like that when it would be so easy for them to get caught," Anakin retorted back as he sat in the pilot seat and began starting it up.
"Alright, I'll leave them be," Obi-wan sighed in defeat, "But if I sense that they are doing something they are not supposed to then, believe me, I will be in that room quicker than you can say Sith spit," he added with finality.

A/N: Hutts really are greedy gutless worms. This was inspired by my Sith character of Jaira on SWTOR killing a Hutt.

Ashlyn Dubreas.