For the first time since Jaina had been here, several of the dancers in Dev'lia's Dirties had decided to end their own lives, as they would have rather died than continue to live in the degradation that Dev'lia was putting all of them through. They did it by asking their fellow dancers to do things like strangle them with pieces of dispensable clothing that they had to wear, for instance. Jaina herself was asked by the blue-skinned Twi'lek dancer named Leanna to strangle her to death with the bra that she would often pop off with her movements, and the entrapped Jedi had complied out of empathy.
Once all of the dancers who asked for death had received their final wish, there were now only eight left, including Jaina. Her other fellow survivors included two Chagrian women, a Togruta, a Gungun, two humans, and two Twi'leks.
When Dev'lia found out about this when he walked into the dancers' lounge to find out what happened hours after the deaths occurred, the surviving dancers were all standing up in the scanty clothes that they had on and stared stoically ahead at the red-furred Bothan. In response, a flicker of rage dashed across Dev'lia's face as he looked between the survivors and the corpses around them before just as quickly resolving into the same calm that the dancers were meeting him with.
As expected, Jaina could do nothing, as he had that same damn dead-man's switch in hand; why could he never just forget about it?
Then he simply grinned before turning and leaving the lounge. And from there, Jaina and her fellow survivors could hear him call out through the entirety of the cantina, "I'm very sorry, ladies and gentlemen, but I'm afraid that something has just come up that warrants an early close for tonight."
Following the expected disappointed groan from the patrons, Dev'lia continued with, "However, I can assure you, we will make it up to all of you tomorrow with extended hours, which I will post later tonight as soon as we have this situation under control. So until then, I am going to have to ask all of you to leave and return to your domiciles in a calm and orderly fashion. Come on, let's go, trust me, I will have this all resolved and I'll make it up to you tomorrow."
It was a long time until absolute silence fell throughout Dev'lia Dirties. And mere minutes ticked by as Jaina and the other dancers stood by, still and silent, before Dev'lia returned.
But he didn't return alone, as he had six others with him; a Weequay, a Gran (who was carrying a briefcase of some kind), two Bith, a human, and a Wookiee. The human and the Wookiee were both armed and pointing their military-grade blasters in the general direction of the surviving women.
"Goik, Hoik, you may have your food now," Dev'lia said, waving at the corpses around them.
Silently, but with looks of salivation on their expressions, the two Bith dove in among the corpses, beginning to gnaw on the dying flesh around them. All the dancers, including Jaina, had to back away in disgust.
"I hope you guys got doggie bags with you," Dev'lia said with a grin, "'cause I imagine those bodies'll last ya a week; if you keep 'em preserved, of course."
Both Bith looked up from their meals and back at Dev'lia.
"This will last us a week," Goik said.
"And we will keep them preserved," Hoik concluded.
And then they wordlessly went back to their meals.
"As for you, ladies," Dev'lia said, returning his attention to the surviving dancers, "you just cost me quite a bit of revenue. Thankfully, His Majesty Begranda already has a few women in reserve for me for just this kind of incident; but just because this wasn't a major hit, don't think I'm not going to have all of you punished for this.
"You two Chagrian, and you two Twi'leks, you'll be sharing Amunda's cell." He indicated one of the Chagrian with a nod of his head. "And you'll be accompanied by Polluk and Dredon over here."
"Oh, c'mon, Devvy, why do you have to lump me in with Polluk?" the Gran asked.
"Consider it a bonding process between the two of you," Dev'lia said in bemusement.
Dredon didn't even bother suppressing the irritated groan that escaped his lips, but he waved the Weequay after him. "Alright, c'mon, Polluk, let's go."
Wordlessly, the two Chagrian and two Twi'leks turned and followed Amunda into her cell, with Polluk and Dredon following suit; however, during the brief trip, Polluk nearly tripped on his untied shoelaces, prompting Dredon to shake his fists in anger before having to bend over and tie them up for the Weequay. They then resumed the trip to Amunda's cell.
He then pointed to the Togruta, the Gungun, and two of the humans, neither of whom were Jaina.
"All of you will be accompanied by Boranc and Jerlacca here into Mawasa's cell," he said, indicating the Gungun.
Neither Boranc nor Jerlacca had the same trouble as Polluk and Dredon did in escorting their charges to the Gungun's cell.
Once everyone else was gone, that just left Dev'lia to grin sensually at Jaina before slowly approaching her. For her part, Jaina stood her ground as before, even as she heard the agonized screams of her fellow dancers in the cells that they were escorted to.
When Dev'lia finally reached Jaina, he didn't say a word as his grin quickly changed to an expression of pure hatred. With the fist that wasn't clenched on the dead-man's switch, he punched Jaina against in exposed stomach, doubling her over before the Bothan grabbed a handful of her hair and roughly turned her around to begin dragging her back to her cell.
He soon punched the button that opened up Jaina's cell with the hand still clenched on Jaina's hair before shoving her inside. She collapsed against on the floor, just short of the cot, but before she could even try to get up, Dev'lia had rushed in and shoved Jaina right back against the cold, hard floor.
Then he began to rip off what few clothes she had on, leaving bloodied scratch marks on Jaina's skin. She seethed in pain, internally vowing to herself that she would not cry or scream as her fellow dancers did. She braced herself, ready to get raped in her hindquarters when she heard the zipper of Dev'lia's pants go down.
He was about to shove himself in when everything stopped; an alarm now rang out through Dev'lia's Dirties.
Dev'lia shoved Jaina's head back against the floor before he stood up, zipped his pants back up, and turned to leave the cell behind; he did make sure to close and lock it behind him, just as Dredon did from Amunda's cell when he and Polluk left, and as Boranc did when he and Jerlacca left. Goik and Hoik had also stopped feasting on their corpses and stood up to meet with their fellow sex criminals.
"What's going on?" Polluk asked when they were all back in the lounge.
"Attention, mining occupants," the sound of a masculine computerized voice sounded. "This is not a drill. Repeat, this is not a drill. The mining base is now under attack; report to your stations. If you are a civilian, find your underground shelter that will keep you from bombardment; if you are a soldier, head over to your assigned station immediately."
"C'mon, boys," Dev'lia said as he bent down and opened a hidden trapdoor in the middle of the lounge. "Just as I prepared." He then began waving his friends down inside, one by one, until the Bothan was the last one.
But before he climbed in, he turned back to look at the cells in which he and the others had left the surviving dancers; he sneered in derision, cursing the fact that he couldn't do anymore to Jaina Solo (at least not right now, anyway) before joining his friends to safety.