Title: Knighting Ceremony
Author: ewan's girl
Author's note: Ok you guys, I'm sorry it took so long to update, work has just become so busy because of the summer and I don't have any other access to a computer, well that and I'm really engrossed in a new Clone Wars novel 'Cestus deception' I recomend it.
Chapter 5 How to become a slave trader
Siri strode down the ramp of the transport she had taken to the outer rim, she had ditched the star fighter to cover her tracks from anyone who wanted to find out who she was. The young Jedi knight had thought long and hard as to how to exactly track down Krayn's operation and she decided what better way to find out about a slave trader than go to the planet where she knew for certain there were slaves.
She glanced up at the twin suns and inwardly groaned, hoping that the salve she had slathered on her body would protect her overly fair skin from burning, but she knew if she wanted to be a convincing pirate she couldn't concern herself with that. She slung her ragged pack over her right shoulder and headed towards the crowded streets of Mos Eisley. She kept her eyes forward, yet saw everything around her with the Force. She noticed the various species of aliens, walking around the market place, others were sitting on the shaded patios of cafes playing different games (becoming angry when they didn't win and throwing tables).
Her first instinct was to go into the nearest bar and seek out information about Krayn, she had read the report that the slave trader had been in the area and may have already made a raid on the slave camps. She noticed to her right a run down building that seemed to be the hub of excitment at least to the beings that were stumbling out of it, blinking in the bright sunlight. She summed up her courage and began to tread through the sand towards the establishment when the Force suddenly made the hair on her neck stand up.
Siri stopped in her tracks and listened to the disturbance, the Force then led her down a side street to a very bad part of town (like there was even a good part) and noticed a blue winged creature fluttering about talking angrily to a middle aged woman who was struggling to carry a large metallic object. Siri hid herself behind a wall and listened with the Force to understand why she had been brought to this particular street at this particular moment.
"Keep up woman!" The Toydarian bellowed, waving flies away from him. "I tell you, you aren't worth the up keep Shmi."
The brunette woman tried to ignore the harsh words of her owner and struggled to keep up with him. Siri turned her eyes away from the scene, knowing that she needed to get use to seeing beings treated like objects, but something about this woman had the Force screaming at her to do something.
"I need to just sell you!" Watto shouted even louder, throwing his arms up in the air. The exhausted woman suddenly tripped and dropped the huge metal part with a loud clang, Watto turned and glared at her. "If only I could afford something strong." He huffed, scratching his left leg against his right.
Shmi spit the sand out of her mouth and looked up at her "boss" then began to quickly pick up the heavey part. Siri found herself not able to take any more and was ready to jump to the woman's rescue when a middle aged man ran up and helped Shmi with the part.
"Here, let me help you." He stated, bending down to lift the heavey load, Shmi tried to hide the smile on her face when she saw him.
"Hey! I told you before, get out of here." Watto buzzed around the stranger. "You can't have her, you don't have enough money."
The scruffy man sighed. "You just said that she was worthless and that you needed to sell her, please." He pleaded with the Toydarian, then gave a longing look to the slave woman.
"Bah!" Watto tried to shoo the man away. "Get out of here Lars, if I see you around her again and you don't have the money I'll call the Hutts."
The man slowly nodded and helped Shmi to her feet and reluctantly handed her the star ship parts, mouthing the words "I'm sorry" then with one last longing look turned and headed down the opposite alley, passing Siri. The blue eyed Jedi watched the man head back to his speeder and was greeted by a young boy, Siri then turned back to the Toydarian and his slave.
"Excuse me," her voice caused the two to startle. "I heard you were interested in selling a slave."
Watto eyed the young woman, his interest peaking. "Possibly."
Siri took on the character of Zora and circled the woman, looking her up and down. "Hmmmm, not much to work with."
Watto immediately went into salesman mode, fluttering about nervously. "No, she is high quality slave, very sturdy and mechanical." Watto motioned for Shmi to stand straighter. "She good for field work, house work, shop work. . ."
Siri put up her hand to stop the inane babble. "How much?"
Watto stroaked his wiskers for a moment. "3,000 hard credits."
Siri folded her arms and raised her eyebrow. "Good luck." She then turned to leave.
"Wait!" Watto called after her. "Look, she is a very good worker, one of the best slaves I ever had."
"Then why are you selling her?" Siri asked.
"Because. . ." Watto looked at Shmi then back at Siri. "I have to pay off some gambling debts, you know how it is. . ." He chuckled and Siri glared at him.
Siri glanced at Shmi then back at Watto, whe then pulled out a handful of credits. "Give us a minute." She placed the money in his chubby hands.
Watto was confused, but looked at the payment and nodded. "Sure, ten minutes?" He asked and Siri nodded, then watched the blue alien flutter away, grumbling.
Siri walked up to the slave woman who was keeping her eyes on the ground. "Do you know why I paid him to leave?" She asked and Shmi shook her head. "I need information, and I believe you can help me."
"I am just a slave, I don't know anything mistress. . ."
Siri smiled and lifted Shmi's chin so their eyes met. "I think you do." She then began to circle Shmi. "Tell me, what do you know of Kryan?"
Shmi lower her gaze again, Siri noticed her body tense slightly. "I know nothing."
"Interesting." Siri continued to circle the frightened woman. "Obviously you know something, otherwise you wouldn't be so afraid."
"I'm not afraid."
"Really?" Siri then in one swift movement held out a small knife she had been conceiling and held it to the woman's neck. "What about now?"
Shmi stared Siri in the eyes and shook her head. "Death doesn't frighten me, it would be a release. . .now that I know my son is safe."
Siri stopped for a moment. "Your son?"
"He is a Jedi, he was able to escape." Her voice dripped with pride.
Siri scoffed. "We are getting off the subject slave, tell me what you know about Krayn."
Shmi closed her eyes. "I know he is a monster, I know he makes an already horrid life worse for slaves."
Siri pressed the knife closer. "That doesn't answer my question."
"He's here," Shmi revealed. "He's raiding the slave camps here on Tatooine as we speak."
Siri eyed her, moving the knife away from her neck. "How do you know this?"
"He comes every year at this time, he has a deal with the Hutts. . ." She was rambling.
Siri could smell the fear on the woman and felt sorry for her, she then noticed Watto returning. "That'll be all slave."
"So, are you pleased?" Watto asked. "Because I have a long journey back to Mos Espa to make and I should be on my way."
Siri shrugged. "Not what I'm looking for, but good luck with your debts." She then began to walk down the alley.
"Wait, I'll cut you a deal!" Watto screamed after her.
"Maybe you should cut the deal with the man who wants her." And with that Siri disapeared around the corner.
Slyter Cobos sat in the corner of the crowded Cantina, observing the crowd and enjoying an ale, he sat back in the shadows and enjoyed the music that came from the house band and then took a puff off his long pipe. His set of three eyes followed the elegant smoke trail as it lingered above him until his attention was drawn to a lonely figure sitting at the bar. The elderly Z'akk had been observing her since she entered the establishment over an hour ago, he was intreagued by her and not just for her beauty (which was obvious) but for the way she carried herself and the way she handled the series of males who had approached her. Slyter knew one thing about this woman. . .she was dangerous.
Her name was Zora, or so he overheard, and she was looking for information on Krayn which also peaked Cobos' interest considering he worked for the pirate. He continued to eye her, trying to judge who and what she was; she was lean, but muscular, beautiful but fierce. Suddenly two very intense blue eyes snapped to his direction and he was taken back, he then watched as she uncrossed her exquisitly long legs and headed in his direction, her hips swaying dangerously. Slyter draped his arm on the back of the booth to show that he wasn't intimedated by her, even though for some reason he was.
"What you drinking?" She asked, placing her hands on her hips.
"Corelian ale." He answered.
"Thanks, I'd love one." She exclaimed, sitting in the booth next to him.
Slyter motioned for the bar tender to send another round and he found himself staring at the woman next to him. "So my lovelie, what brings a stunning creature such as yourself into a Bantha hole such as this?"
Zora draped her arm over the back of the booth as well, stroking his arm. "I'm looking for someone." She smiled.
Slyter Cobos was a feared pirate and yet felt weak in the knees at the sight of this woman. "Well, I'd say you found someone."
The woman licked her lips seductivly and nodded. "I would agree to that." Then in one swift motion she pulled out a conceiled vibro blade and cut off one of the creature's four appendages, he howled in pain. "Please tell Krayn that Zora seeks a meeting with him." And with that the woman left the bar, leaving everyone stunned.
Author: ewan's girl
Author's note: Ok you guys, I'm sorry it took so long to update, work has just become so busy because of the summer and I don't have any other access to a computer, well that and I'm really engrossed in a new Clone Wars novel 'Cestus deception' I recomend it.
Chapter 5 How to become a slave trader
Siri strode down the ramp of the transport she had taken to the outer rim, she had ditched the star fighter to cover her tracks from anyone who wanted to find out who she was. The young Jedi knight had thought long and hard as to how to exactly track down Krayn's operation and she decided what better way to find out about a slave trader than go to the planet where she knew for certain there were slaves.
She glanced up at the twin suns and inwardly groaned, hoping that the salve she had slathered on her body would protect her overly fair skin from burning, but she knew if she wanted to be a convincing pirate she couldn't concern herself with that. She slung her ragged pack over her right shoulder and headed towards the crowded streets of Mos Eisley. She kept her eyes forward, yet saw everything around her with the Force. She noticed the various species of aliens, walking around the market place, others were sitting on the shaded patios of cafes playing different games (becoming angry when they didn't win and throwing tables).
Her first instinct was to go into the nearest bar and seek out information about Krayn, she had read the report that the slave trader had been in the area and may have already made a raid on the slave camps. She noticed to her right a run down building that seemed to be the hub of excitment at least to the beings that were stumbling out of it, blinking in the bright sunlight. She summed up her courage and began to tread through the sand towards the establishment when the Force suddenly made the hair on her neck stand up.
Siri stopped in her tracks and listened to the disturbance, the Force then led her down a side street to a very bad part of town (like there was even a good part) and noticed a blue winged creature fluttering about talking angrily to a middle aged woman who was struggling to carry a large metallic object. Siri hid herself behind a wall and listened with the Force to understand why she had been brought to this particular street at this particular moment.
"Keep up woman!" The Toydarian bellowed, waving flies away from him. "I tell you, you aren't worth the up keep Shmi."
The brunette woman tried to ignore the harsh words of her owner and struggled to keep up with him. Siri turned her eyes away from the scene, knowing that she needed to get use to seeing beings treated like objects, but something about this woman had the Force screaming at her to do something.
"I need to just sell you!" Watto shouted even louder, throwing his arms up in the air. The exhausted woman suddenly tripped and dropped the huge metal part with a loud clang, Watto turned and glared at her. "If only I could afford something strong." He huffed, scratching his left leg against his right.
Shmi spit the sand out of her mouth and looked up at her "boss" then began to quickly pick up the heavey part. Siri found herself not able to take any more and was ready to jump to the woman's rescue when a middle aged man ran up and helped Shmi with the part.
"Here, let me help you." He stated, bending down to lift the heavey load, Shmi tried to hide the smile on her face when she saw him.
"Hey! I told you before, get out of here." Watto buzzed around the stranger. "You can't have her, you don't have enough money."
The scruffy man sighed. "You just said that she was worthless and that you needed to sell her, please." He pleaded with the Toydarian, then gave a longing look to the slave woman.
"Bah!" Watto tried to shoo the man away. "Get out of here Lars, if I see you around her again and you don't have the money I'll call the Hutts."
The man slowly nodded and helped Shmi to her feet and reluctantly handed her the star ship parts, mouthing the words "I'm sorry" then with one last longing look turned and headed down the opposite alley, passing Siri. The blue eyed Jedi watched the man head back to his speeder and was greeted by a young boy, Siri then turned back to the Toydarian and his slave.
"Excuse me," her voice caused the two to startle. "I heard you were interested in selling a slave."
Watto eyed the young woman, his interest peaking. "Possibly."
Siri took on the character of Zora and circled the woman, looking her up and down. "Hmmmm, not much to work with."
Watto immediately went into salesman mode, fluttering about nervously. "No, she is high quality slave, very sturdy and mechanical." Watto motioned for Shmi to stand straighter. "She good for field work, house work, shop work. . ."
Siri put up her hand to stop the inane babble. "How much?"
Watto stroaked his wiskers for a moment. "3,000 hard credits."
Siri folded her arms and raised her eyebrow. "Good luck." She then turned to leave.
"Wait!" Watto called after her. "Look, she is a very good worker, one of the best slaves I ever had."
"Then why are you selling her?" Siri asked.
"Because. . ." Watto looked at Shmi then back at Siri. "I have to pay off some gambling debts, you know how it is. . ." He chuckled and Siri glared at him.
Siri glanced at Shmi then back at Watto, whe then pulled out a handful of credits. "Give us a minute." She placed the money in his chubby hands.
Watto was confused, but looked at the payment and nodded. "Sure, ten minutes?" He asked and Siri nodded, then watched the blue alien flutter away, grumbling.
Siri walked up to the slave woman who was keeping her eyes on the ground. "Do you know why I paid him to leave?" She asked and Shmi shook her head. "I need information, and I believe you can help me."
"I am just a slave, I don't know anything mistress. . ."
Siri smiled and lifted Shmi's chin so their eyes met. "I think you do." She then began to circle Shmi. "Tell me, what do you know of Kryan?"
Shmi lower her gaze again, Siri noticed her body tense slightly. "I know nothing."
"Interesting." Siri continued to circle the frightened woman. "Obviously you know something, otherwise you wouldn't be so afraid."
"I'm not afraid."
"Really?" Siri then in one swift movement held out a small knife she had been conceiling and held it to the woman's neck. "What about now?"
Shmi stared Siri in the eyes and shook her head. "Death doesn't frighten me, it would be a release. . .now that I know my son is safe."
Siri stopped for a moment. "Your son?"
"He is a Jedi, he was able to escape." Her voice dripped with pride.
Siri scoffed. "We are getting off the subject slave, tell me what you know about Krayn."
Shmi closed her eyes. "I know he is a monster, I know he makes an already horrid life worse for slaves."
Siri pressed the knife closer. "That doesn't answer my question."
"He's here," Shmi revealed. "He's raiding the slave camps here on Tatooine as we speak."
Siri eyed her, moving the knife away from her neck. "How do you know this?"
"He comes every year at this time, he has a deal with the Hutts. . ." She was rambling.
Siri could smell the fear on the woman and felt sorry for her, she then noticed Watto returning. "That'll be all slave."
"So, are you pleased?" Watto asked. "Because I have a long journey back to Mos Espa to make and I should be on my way."
Siri shrugged. "Not what I'm looking for, but good luck with your debts." She then began to walk down the alley.
"Wait, I'll cut you a deal!" Watto screamed after her.
"Maybe you should cut the deal with the man who wants her." And with that Siri disapeared around the corner.
Slyter Cobos sat in the corner of the crowded Cantina, observing the crowd and enjoying an ale, he sat back in the shadows and enjoyed the music that came from the house band and then took a puff off his long pipe. His set of three eyes followed the elegant smoke trail as it lingered above him until his attention was drawn to a lonely figure sitting at the bar. The elderly Z'akk had been observing her since she entered the establishment over an hour ago, he was intreagued by her and not just for her beauty (which was obvious) but for the way she carried herself and the way she handled the series of males who had approached her. Slyter knew one thing about this woman. . .she was dangerous.
Her name was Zora, or so he overheard, and she was looking for information on Krayn which also peaked Cobos' interest considering he worked for the pirate. He continued to eye her, trying to judge who and what she was; she was lean, but muscular, beautiful but fierce. Suddenly two very intense blue eyes snapped to his direction and he was taken back, he then watched as she uncrossed her exquisitly long legs and headed in his direction, her hips swaying dangerously. Slyter draped his arm on the back of the booth to show that he wasn't intimedated by her, even though for some reason he was.
"What you drinking?" She asked, placing her hands on her hips.
"Corelian ale." He answered.
"Thanks, I'd love one." She exclaimed, sitting in the booth next to him.
Slyter motioned for the bar tender to send another round and he found himself staring at the woman next to him. "So my lovelie, what brings a stunning creature such as yourself into a Bantha hole such as this?"
Zora draped her arm over the back of the booth as well, stroking his arm. "I'm looking for someone." She smiled.
Slyter Cobos was a feared pirate and yet felt weak in the knees at the sight of this woman. "Well, I'd say you found someone."
The woman licked her lips seductivly and nodded. "I would agree to that." Then in one swift motion she pulled out a conceiled vibro blade and cut off one of the creature's four appendages, he howled in pain. "Please tell Krayn that Zora seeks a meeting with him." And with that the woman left the bar, leaving everyone stunned.