Oola blinked. She couldn't believe what she had just heard. Her name. Four letters, two syllables. Oola. It seemed like she was in a dream. It couldn't happen. She had come too far. She was on the eve of her victory; of her freedom. That night she and her love would be free. She would never have to live in fear again. She would never have to be strung up naked again. It was just too good. She couldn't lose it. But she was losing it.
Cherr looked back at Ferr, a stunned look on his face. He hadn't expected this. He had just wanted to be the superior one. The one in control, like he always was. He didn't actually want to sell Oola. But there was no going back. Cherr looked back at Jabba, swallowing. "I-is that all?" he asked, his voice quiet. "That will be all," Jabba said, a slight grin on his face, as if he knew what he had just done.
It was only when a Gammorean walked up to Oola that she began to process what was going on. Ferr jumped forward in front of Oola. "Please," he said, "Your Excellency, if you would be so kind, I will be willing to take the price of all these slaves down five thousand credits if you simply let me have a word with my love." Cherr looked back at him, the look on his face saying "Are you crazy?" Jabba smiled and nodded. The Gammorean stepped back. Oola struggled to breathe. This couldn't be happening. They couldn't take her away from him. Tears poured from her eyes as she struggled to speak, but no intelligent words came out of her mouth. Ferr grabbed her shoulders. "I'll come back for you," he said, "I swear Oola I will come back for you."
"Please don't let them take me," she bawled. Tears began to form in Ferr's eyes as well.
"I swear on my life I will come back for you," he said again. He brought her close, pressing his lips against hers. The Gamorrean behind Ferr snarled and he let her go. She screamed as the guard took her chain. She fought against him, choking herself as she tried to get back to Ferr. "No please don't let them take me!" Oola howled.
"I'll be back!" Ferr shouted as the line of remaining slaves began to move back out of the Throne Room and two Gammoreans shoved him out.
"Ferr!" Oola screamed his name one last time, collapsing to the floor as she did so.

Cherr suddenly fell to the ground, the first blow to the back of his head knocking the wind out of him. Neither he nor Ferr had said a word since they got back to their ship or when they had put the remaining slaves away. But now he knew that Ferr had come for him. He looked up, seeing the tall figure of his angry older brother staring down at him in a fit of rage. "This is your fault!" Ferr screamed, kicking Cherr in the ribs. "You made her go!" Ferr kicked Cherr's ear. Blood began to seep out of his nose. Ferr bent down, grabbing Cherr's shirt, lifting him off the ground. He held him up with one hand and threw a punch into Cherr's abdomen with the other. "It's your fault she's gone!"
"I-I didn't know," Cherr struggled. Ferr threw his fist into Cherr's cheek, knocking him to the ground again with a crack. Something had broken in Cherr's face.
"But you made her go anyways!" Ferr kicked his brother's ribs again, another crack sounding and another shot of excruciating pain shivering through Cherr's body. Ferr picked Cherr up again, pushing him until he was backed up to a wall. "I loved her!" he said, punching Cherr's gut again. Blood flew from Cherr's mouth, splattering on Ferr's face.
"I hate you!" Ferr screamed, continuing to beat Cherr's abdomen. Eventually his blows became weaker as rage turned to grief. He released Cherr, letting him slide to the ground, groaning in pain. Ferr leaned his head up against the wall. "Do you have any idea what they'll do to her there?" Ferr gasped, trying to talk through tears. He looked at his brother's face. Half of it was purple, swollen. The other half was bleeding. One of his cheekbones was broken, probably his nose too. All Cherr could do was nod. "Give me," Ferr spoke slowly, "One good reason why I shouldn't throw you out of this ship into space."
"Because," Cherr croaked, hardly able to move his jaw, "I'm going to help you get her back." Ferr looked at him in silence. Cherr grabbed onto a nearby box, trying to hoist himself up. He did so, but he was barely able to stand, so he sat on the box. He cradled his ribs with his left arm. "I know what I did wasn't right," Cherr said, "And I see now that all I've ever done hasn't been right. Stealing girls, it's always just been a job for me. I've always seen them as things, but now that I see you and Oola I get that it's different. They're people. They don't deserve this. They don't deserve this at all."
"What are you saying?" Ferr asked, his voice calmer now.
"I'm saying that we're done with this life. We've got twenty-five girls on board. Tonight we're going to take them all down. We're going to give them clothes and find some way to give them all a good night's rest. Then we're going to drop them off at their homeworlds and leave them be. And we're never going back to this life again. Once we're done we'll find a way to get into Jabba's Palace and rescue Oola. Deal?"
Ferr nodded. "Deal."