As they entered the hut that they had just bought Terani Cha began to speak, "We can do nothing tonight. They will expect us to remain here and rest."
Wedge, despite understanding the logic behind that was disappointed. He wanted to start gathering information right away, "Ok, we can start tomorrow."
"Also," Terani Cha kept speaking, "Two of you will have to report to the pits for digging or else they will grow suspicious. All sisters are supposed to send slaves to help. Your remaining pilot can do the spying."
Wedge grimaced. They were losing two-third's of their team, but if they got caught it wouldn't matter, "All right. Me and Tycho will do the digging. Hobbie that leaves you as our information gatherer."
Hobbie nodded acknowledgement, "Information gatherer. Sounds a lot better than spy."
"Yep, it sure does," Wedge agreed earnestly, "Ok, now that we're all set everybody get some sleep."
A chorus of playful, "Yes, sir."'s echoed around the room.
Morning came and went and still Wedge toiled in the pit. The work was incredibly hard and the heat was unbearable. Next to him Tycho wasn't faring much better. Now Wedge understood why they needed so many guards - There were at least 20 women, brandishing weapons that appeared to be whips, standing guard atop the ridge of the pit approximately 6 meters above where the slaves worked - couldn't risk one of the slaves going crazy and trying to break out of this hell-hole. In their defense, though, the slaves took pretty frequent breaks and there was plenty of water to go around. Still Wedge hoped that Hobbie was a lot better off.
"I think they're splitting up."
"Yeah, Wedge and Tycho are going that way," Janson pointed to his left, "and Hobbie's heading that way," Janson rotated his arm to point toward his right.
"You take Wedge and Tycho. I've got Hobbie."
"Deal. And set your comlink to frequency 3.75."
"Got it. Let's move." Both men head off in their indicated directions, weapons at the ready to defend their fellow pilots.
Four days thought Wedge as he thrust his shovel into the ground and pulled it out again weighed down by a pile of now displaced earth. Four days of this digging and Hobbie still hadn't found anything useful, nothing, not a thing. It's not like the village was incredibly large. It was barely big enough to qualify as a town. Wedge promised himself that he would switch places with Hobbie if he reported back empty-handed again.
For the fourth time in as many days Wes and Corran split up to watch out for Wedge and Tycho, and Hobbie. Janson set himself up about 1.53 meters (*5 feet) back in the woods, crouching down so as not to be seen and watching Wedge and Tycho, when he heard a noise behind him. He turned just in time to see an absolutely gorgeous woman approaching him. She was approximately 1.55 meters (*5'5 or 5'6) tall, weighed maybe 47.73 to 45.45 kilograms (*100 to 105 pounds) with the cutest baby blue eyes, a perfect complexion, and the silkiest, and finest blonde hair, which cascaded down beyond her bare shoulders. Her legs were so smooth and soft and she was tanned to perfection. Her figure was absolutely perfect. Janson, however, was concentrating on none of this. Instead his focus was on the more immediate threat, the rock flying through the air at him. Janson, a crack shot with a pistol, dove to his right and twisted his body in an attempt to avoid the rock, all the while reaching for his blaster and wishing that Corran was here. Janson hit the ground and attempted to roll, but gravel pelted his right arm forestalling his attempts and pulling out his blaster and all of a sudden the woman was there, atop him. She rolled him over flat on his stomach, pulled his arms behind his back, and stuck her knee in the small of his back, pinning him there. As she began to bind his arms at the wrist she triumphantly and a little excitedly informed Janson, "I am Lysrina Ku and you are my slave."
Hobbie sighed. He was sitting in a chair at what passed for a library around here. Four days of snooping around outside and he hadn't found anything worthwhile, so he had decided to hit the archives, but it was almost time to report back to base, their hut, and so far all of his efforts had been for naught. Wait a sec Hobbie said to himself. He flipped backwards a page. That shuttle. He recognized that raggedy looking shuttle. They saw it on their way in. Hobbie leaned in to read the caption on the picture: A shuttle that the Nightsisters starting building with which they wanted to escape from the planet, Dathomir. It disappeared sometime during the big battle that started when the Jedi, Luke Skywalker, came to Dathomir. It ha not been seen since. Hobbie shivered. He had finally found something of importance, but he wasn't happy in the least. Best to get this back to Wedge. "Easy now, Hobbie," he told himself. "Just a slave bringing some requested information to his master. Don't look so excited. Easy."
Teresa Ki paced the dingy room impatiently. She had already had to kill four of the shady dealers out here on Nar Shaada because they could not deliver to her hat she needed fast enough. She did not want to have to kill another one. Even here on the Smugglers Moon one attracted attention to oneself if they killed enough people and Teresa Ki did not want to draw any unnecessary attention to herself. Her thoughts were interrupted when a man, as grungy as the room, poked his head in and said, "Ah, Teresa Ki, I do believe we can help you. They can be ready in four days. Teresa Ki considered it. She had wanted them in three days, but four days was more than two times faster than any of the previous offers had been and it would take time find someone else with the necessary skills, "Ok. I will be back in four days."
"It will be... expensive." The man pushed on.
"Credits are no object," Teresa Ki countered and they weren't. Jerran Llomm was paying for it all.
As they walked through the woods circling the town so as to emerge from the forest at the other side of the village where her modest dwelling was located, Lysrina watched her captive. He was certainly the best looking man that she had ever seen. He also appeared to be very capable as he walked through, over, or around all of the obstacles without once stumbling and he kept up with her pace even with his hands bound behind his back. Still, despite appearances Lysrina knew that he had to be tiring, "All right. Stop. We can rest here for a while." Lysrina sat down on one of the many flat rocks. Janson, following suit, found a rock slightly in front of and to the left of the one she had sat on, and sat down on it facing her. "I didn't think that there were any people out here in the forest. Where did you come from?"
Janson stared at her, just now registering her beauty. Those eyes, those legs, that hair... Janson snapped himself out of it. He couldn't tell her the truth of course, but telling half the truth should keep up his cover and satisfy her curiosity, forestalling further questions, "I hiked over here from the other village," Janson answered honestly.
"Oh," Lysrina paused, "I wanted to move to that village."
Janson eyed her curiously, "You realize that it is very different from here? The culture is very different."
"I know. I wanted to learn the new ways, still do, but I do not have enough funds and my mother does not share my opinion."
"Oh, that bites."
She leaned in and cupped her hands around Wes's chin. As she leaned forward to bring her face closer to his, he was afforded a short view of her cleavage and then their lips met in a kiss, a rather long kiss actually. Janson felt as if a bomb had gone off inside his body, rendering himself incapable of rational thought and stimulating pleasure centers throughout his entire body. The power and the heat of the kiss felt strong enough to melt glaciers. Janson felt his own heart melt away into the warmth of her lips. It was like nothing he had ever felt before even with all of the other women he had been with and he had been with plenty. There was something special about this girl. Finally Lysrina broke the kiss and after nearly a minute she broke the resulting silence too, "Come on. We should get moving." Janson forced his first time feelings away. Of course there was just one problem: She lived in a society in which males were slaves and he was currently her slave, although she did seem to want to escape the culture and live in a more civilized society where slavery was illegal. Janson forced his thoughts away. He would need his full attention to get out of this one alive.
Corran had first sensed that something was wrong. He reluctantly left his post of watching Hobbie and used his comlink tracer to track down Janson. When he finally caught up he saw that Wes's hands were bound behind his back. His captor was an incredibly gorgeous woman dressed in the normal clothing of the natives, Lizard Skin. He followed them at a discreet distance for about seven more minutes before they stopped for a rest. Corran thought about attacking her here, but no. There were too many things like loose rocks that she could use the force to throw at him and with his lack of telekinesis ability, he would be hard-pressed to defend himself let alone rescue Wes. No, he had to wait until they reached a clearing. Interrupting Corran's thoughts they rose from their makeshift seats and began moving again. Corran followed, biding his time.
Jerran Llomm leaned back in his seat as he read Teresa Ki's new report, "I will have what I need in four days. I will then head to zero and set the mission in motion." Jerran Llomm smiled. So far everything was going to plan. In a week or two the Hapes system should draw back into total isolationism and leave the New Republic one less ally with which to combat his people when they came for the glorious take-over. He should begin to plan for what he should do. Perhaps he should capture one of the Nightsisters working for him and try to discover through testing how they used their power. Yes, that was it. That would be his next course of action as well as searching off planet for more guards. His fortress was far too vulnerable as it was and if the Nightsisters discovered what he was doing it would be best to be prepared. Jerran Llomm leaned back even further in his chair and his smile grew broader still.
To Be Continued
Wedge, despite understanding the logic behind that was disappointed. He wanted to start gathering information right away, "Ok, we can start tomorrow."
"Also," Terani Cha kept speaking, "Two of you will have to report to the pits for digging or else they will grow suspicious. All sisters are supposed to send slaves to help. Your remaining pilot can do the spying."
Wedge grimaced. They were losing two-third's of their team, but if they got caught it wouldn't matter, "All right. Me and Tycho will do the digging. Hobbie that leaves you as our information gatherer."
Hobbie nodded acknowledgement, "Information gatherer. Sounds a lot better than spy."
"Yep, it sure does," Wedge agreed earnestly, "Ok, now that we're all set everybody get some sleep."
A chorus of playful, "Yes, sir."'s echoed around the room.
Morning came and went and still Wedge toiled in the pit. The work was incredibly hard and the heat was unbearable. Next to him Tycho wasn't faring much better. Now Wedge understood why they needed so many guards - There were at least 20 women, brandishing weapons that appeared to be whips, standing guard atop the ridge of the pit approximately 6 meters above where the slaves worked - couldn't risk one of the slaves going crazy and trying to break out of this hell-hole. In their defense, though, the slaves took pretty frequent breaks and there was plenty of water to go around. Still Wedge hoped that Hobbie was a lot better off.
"I think they're splitting up."
"Yeah, Wedge and Tycho are going that way," Janson pointed to his left, "and Hobbie's heading that way," Janson rotated his arm to point toward his right.
"You take Wedge and Tycho. I've got Hobbie."
"Deal. And set your comlink to frequency 3.75."
"Got it. Let's move." Both men head off in their indicated directions, weapons at the ready to defend their fellow pilots.
Four days thought Wedge as he thrust his shovel into the ground and pulled it out again weighed down by a pile of now displaced earth. Four days of this digging and Hobbie still hadn't found anything useful, nothing, not a thing. It's not like the village was incredibly large. It was barely big enough to qualify as a town. Wedge promised himself that he would switch places with Hobbie if he reported back empty-handed again.
For the fourth time in as many days Wes and Corran split up to watch out for Wedge and Tycho, and Hobbie. Janson set himself up about 1.53 meters (*5 feet) back in the woods, crouching down so as not to be seen and watching Wedge and Tycho, when he heard a noise behind him. He turned just in time to see an absolutely gorgeous woman approaching him. She was approximately 1.55 meters (*5'5 or 5'6) tall, weighed maybe 47.73 to 45.45 kilograms (*100 to 105 pounds) with the cutest baby blue eyes, a perfect complexion, and the silkiest, and finest blonde hair, which cascaded down beyond her bare shoulders. Her legs were so smooth and soft and she was tanned to perfection. Her figure was absolutely perfect. Janson, however, was concentrating on none of this. Instead his focus was on the more immediate threat, the rock flying through the air at him. Janson, a crack shot with a pistol, dove to his right and twisted his body in an attempt to avoid the rock, all the while reaching for his blaster and wishing that Corran was here. Janson hit the ground and attempted to roll, but gravel pelted his right arm forestalling his attempts and pulling out his blaster and all of a sudden the woman was there, atop him. She rolled him over flat on his stomach, pulled his arms behind his back, and stuck her knee in the small of his back, pinning him there. As she began to bind his arms at the wrist she triumphantly and a little excitedly informed Janson, "I am Lysrina Ku and you are my slave."
Hobbie sighed. He was sitting in a chair at what passed for a library around here. Four days of snooping around outside and he hadn't found anything worthwhile, so he had decided to hit the archives, but it was almost time to report back to base, their hut, and so far all of his efforts had been for naught. Wait a sec Hobbie said to himself. He flipped backwards a page. That shuttle. He recognized that raggedy looking shuttle. They saw it on their way in. Hobbie leaned in to read the caption on the picture: A shuttle that the Nightsisters starting building with which they wanted to escape from the planet, Dathomir. It disappeared sometime during the big battle that started when the Jedi, Luke Skywalker, came to Dathomir. It ha not been seen since. Hobbie shivered. He had finally found something of importance, but he wasn't happy in the least. Best to get this back to Wedge. "Easy now, Hobbie," he told himself. "Just a slave bringing some requested information to his master. Don't look so excited. Easy."
Teresa Ki paced the dingy room impatiently. She had already had to kill four of the shady dealers out here on Nar Shaada because they could not deliver to her hat she needed fast enough. She did not want to have to kill another one. Even here on the Smugglers Moon one attracted attention to oneself if they killed enough people and Teresa Ki did not want to draw any unnecessary attention to herself. Her thoughts were interrupted when a man, as grungy as the room, poked his head in and said, "Ah, Teresa Ki, I do believe we can help you. They can be ready in four days. Teresa Ki considered it. She had wanted them in three days, but four days was more than two times faster than any of the previous offers had been and it would take time find someone else with the necessary skills, "Ok. I will be back in four days."
"It will be... expensive." The man pushed on.
"Credits are no object," Teresa Ki countered and they weren't. Jerran Llomm was paying for it all.
As they walked through the woods circling the town so as to emerge from the forest at the other side of the village where her modest dwelling was located, Lysrina watched her captive. He was certainly the best looking man that she had ever seen. He also appeared to be very capable as he walked through, over, or around all of the obstacles without once stumbling and he kept up with her pace even with his hands bound behind his back. Still, despite appearances Lysrina knew that he had to be tiring, "All right. Stop. We can rest here for a while." Lysrina sat down on one of the many flat rocks. Janson, following suit, found a rock slightly in front of and to the left of the one she had sat on, and sat down on it facing her. "I didn't think that there were any people out here in the forest. Where did you come from?"
Janson stared at her, just now registering her beauty. Those eyes, those legs, that hair... Janson snapped himself out of it. He couldn't tell her the truth of course, but telling half the truth should keep up his cover and satisfy her curiosity, forestalling further questions, "I hiked over here from the other village," Janson answered honestly.
"Oh," Lysrina paused, "I wanted to move to that village."
Janson eyed her curiously, "You realize that it is very different from here? The culture is very different."
"I know. I wanted to learn the new ways, still do, but I do not have enough funds and my mother does not share my opinion."
"Oh, that bites."
She leaned in and cupped her hands around Wes's chin. As she leaned forward to bring her face closer to his, he was afforded a short view of her cleavage and then their lips met in a kiss, a rather long kiss actually. Janson felt as if a bomb had gone off inside his body, rendering himself incapable of rational thought and stimulating pleasure centers throughout his entire body. The power and the heat of the kiss felt strong enough to melt glaciers. Janson felt his own heart melt away into the warmth of her lips. It was like nothing he had ever felt before even with all of the other women he had been with and he had been with plenty. There was something special about this girl. Finally Lysrina broke the kiss and after nearly a minute she broke the resulting silence too, "Come on. We should get moving." Janson forced his first time feelings away. Of course there was just one problem: She lived in a society in which males were slaves and he was currently her slave, although she did seem to want to escape the culture and live in a more civilized society where slavery was illegal. Janson forced his thoughts away. He would need his full attention to get out of this one alive.
Corran had first sensed that something was wrong. He reluctantly left his post of watching Hobbie and used his comlink tracer to track down Janson. When he finally caught up he saw that Wes's hands were bound behind his back. His captor was an incredibly gorgeous woman dressed in the normal clothing of the natives, Lizard Skin. He followed them at a discreet distance for about seven more minutes before they stopped for a rest. Corran thought about attacking her here, but no. There were too many things like loose rocks that she could use the force to throw at him and with his lack of telekinesis ability, he would be hard-pressed to defend himself let alone rescue Wes. No, he had to wait until they reached a clearing. Interrupting Corran's thoughts they rose from their makeshift seats and began moving again. Corran followed, biding his time.
Jerran Llomm leaned back in his seat as he read Teresa Ki's new report, "I will have what I need in four days. I will then head to zero and set the mission in motion." Jerran Llomm smiled. So far everything was going to plan. In a week or two the Hapes system should draw back into total isolationism and leave the New Republic one less ally with which to combat his people when they came for the glorious take-over. He should begin to plan for what he should do. Perhaps he should capture one of the Nightsisters working for him and try to discover through testing how they used their power. Yes, that was it. That would be his next course of action as well as searching off planet for more guards. His fortress was far too vulnerable as it was and if the Nightsisters discovered what he was doing it would be best to be prepared. Jerran Llomm leaned back even further in his chair and his smile grew broader still.
To Be Continued
