Author's Note: Welcome everyone to the Zygerria arc... PART 1! So this turned out to be really massive so I decided to split it up, you'll be getting Part 2 not too far down the road. So strap yourselves in folks, the M-rating really kicks in with these chapters. Why? Because slavery is a horrible, terrible thing.


-Chapter 105: Against Our Will-

Location: Zygerria

"Freedom is a universal right that is frequently overlooked."

Kiros was a verdant world located in the Ehosiq sector of the Expansion Region. It was pretty and tranquil, a nice and peaceful green planet that was home to a colony of Togruta artisans and pacifists.

Fifty-thousand of them to be exact.

They had come here to avoid conflict, to found a society free of weapons and war where art and beauty could flourish freely. Governed by a single elected Togruta at a time, the Kiros colony was idyllic in every regard. But with the continual growth of the Clone Wars, Kiros' denizens were growing anxious. The fires of conflict had completely engulfed the rest of the galaxy, with small skirmishes being waged throughout the Expansion Region, and many feared it would only be a matter of time before the war arrived at their doorstep. Recent campaigns in neighbouring systems supplied sufficient evidence to ground their fears and the local leaders were faced with the dubious task of responding to current events. Governor Roshti did not wish for this to happen and was now torn as to how to best secure his people's future. They could not participate or openly declare allegiance to either faction as such actions went against their values. Roshti would not subject his people to violence of any kind and had to examine all possible alternatives. He'd narrowed his suggestions down to two and neither of them would be easy for his people.

If the war came to them, they would simply avoid it. By any means necessary.

In his study at the top of the Governor's Tower, Roshti spoke via holocom with Grand Master Yoda, along with several of the colony's leaders, regarding the actions of the Republic and the Jedi concerning Kiros.

"The simple truth is there is not a warrior among us, Master Yoda. A armed conflict will destroy us." The aging Governor, his golden skin and wrinkled white facial markings creased with worry over the heavy burden of protecting his people, had considered his options thoroughly. "We will negotiate with Count Dooku, if we are able to."

"Trust Dooku, you cannot." Yoda cautioned. "Send help, I will." He promised.

"I'm afraid it is too late," Roshti solemnly replied. Staring out the window of his suite, towards where the sinking sun of Kiros stood in the sky, the Togruta's gaze was drawn the approaching half-dozen C-9979 landing craft and the large and foreboding YV-865 Aurore-class freighter, "the Separatists have already arrived." Now it was Yoda's turn to be concerned.

Outside, the colonists looked on with mixed awe and concern as the mighty Separatist transports made landfall and disgorged legion after legion of battle droids and armored divisions, which in turn approached the outskirts of the colony. Emerging from the Aurore freighter, Count Dooku led a tactical droid and battle droid commander while flanked by none other than The Wraith and the Zygerrian Darts D'Nar, the ship's owner. Roshti and two of his aides left the colony's walls and approached the trio of Confederates. "Count Dooku, we have chosen to remain neutral in this war," Roshti told him, "why have you launched this invasion against us?"

"Think of our presence as a peaceful occupation, for your protection as well as ours." Dooku gently responded with the eloquent tact of a seasoned diplomat.

"I have heard the tragic stories of worlds caught between your droids and their Clones," Roshti added, the simple threat of war enough to weary him, "what of my people?"

"While I am helpless to prevent the fighting, I can offer your people sanctuary." Dooku informed the Governor. "A safe haven until the conflict has ended."

"We understand your desire to be pacifists and we intend to honor your choice, Governor." Wraith added. "We are not monsters. If your people wish to avoid conflict then we will help you achieve that goal." A true patriot of the cause, Wraith believed everything Count Dooku had told him as it aligned with the goals of the Separatists. If the Count had every intention of keeping these people safe, Wraith would happily do so as well.

"Thank you, Count." Roshti responded with a small bow, being polite despite his misgivings about having to leave his home. "yours is a kind offer, but-" Dooku's hand on his shoulder stopped him and Roshti looked up as a cold feeling suddenly filled him.

"I insist." Dooku urged with a slight smile that Roshti could not tell was sinister or friendly.

"We act only in your best interests, Governor. We are here to protect you and your people. We have no desire to bring them harm." Wraith continued as Dooku led the Governor aside.

"Round up the citizens. All of them!" D'Nar ordered the battle droid.

"Roger roger."

Leading the battle droids into the heart of the colony, Wraith took note of the worried looks on the faces of the Togruta as the approached the central square. He truly cared about these innocents, and not just because they were Togruta. While the species did occupy a soft spot in his heart, likely due to the fact his girlfriend was one, he took compassion on them because they were afraid. They did not wish to see strife or participate in it and the rampancy of the war was putting their way of life in jeopardy. They had done nothing wrong and the super-soldier was determined to ensure no ill-fate befell them.

"People of Kiros, do not be afraid." He called out while on approach. It seemed like an adverse statement given the legions of battle droids behind him. "We understand your desire to refrain from conflict, therefore we will relocate you for a short period of time as a gesture of goodwill. We, the Confederacy of Independent Systems, promise your swift return to your homes as soon as the fighting has ceased." He promised, believing every word. "There is no need to be afraid, we are here to help you and not harm you." The colonists still reacted with some measure of fear and confusion as the battle droids began herding them all towards the Confederate ships. Admittedly, the battle droids were rather heavy-handed in their approach, forceful and not necessarily as reassuring as Wraith would've been. But he did his best to assure each and every colonist as he went about his work. His organic nature was slightly reassuring and his little phrases spoken in Togruti helped calm the citizens, especially compared to D'Nars more brutish approach.

Extracting fifty-thousand colonists was not an easy task by any means. It took a great deal of time for the droids to move them all into the ships, a process slowed by the people's reluctance. But Wraith repeated his speech as often as necessary, trying to be a voice of calm reason that would help ease their troubled minds. Though sometimes his job got... interesting.

"Help! Someone please! Help me!" The young voice quickly registered with his receptors and Wraith quickly jogged over to the source of the trouble. A battle droid was attempting to roughly lead a young Togruta girl by the arm and she was putting up quite a struggle.

"Stand down. I'll handle this." Wraith ordered the B1, who quickly released the girl. She had dark blue stripes winding through her short headtails, visibly smaller than those of the older Togruta around. Her copper skin was dark in the sunlight and she reminded Wraith a little of Ahsoka to a certain extent, likely due to the diamond-shaped markings adorning her forehead... that and the fact she was an adolescent.

"It's alright, child." He comforted her, hands gently resting on her shoulders. Her blue eyes were wide with panic.

"Please! Help me! I-I cannot find my family!" She urgently told him. The droids must have separated them, as Wraith had seen with other couples. He vowed to find them.

"Take some deep breaths." Wraith encouraged her. "Where did you last see them?"

"Th-They were headed that way." The girls replied, pointing towards a different exit where the column of droids and Togruta had split.

"What is your name, young one?" Wraith asked. The girl swallowed, trying to remain calm.

"Tyria." She answered, gaze transfixed on Wraith's helmeted face.

"Stay close to me Tyria, I'll help you find them." He promised, a hand on her back as he led her onwards. "What are your parents names?"

"Solun a-and Miran. Halva. H-Halva's our surname." Tyria quickly answered. "The droids separated us, I-I don't know why!" Her fear was still evident and Wraith pitied her.

"Stay calm, Tyria. We will find them, I promise." He led her along the length of the column, moving faster than the slowed battle droids. Depending on the length of time that had passed, They approached the line and Wraith called out in a loud voice. "Solun! Solun Halva!" Tyria quickly picked up the call.

"Mom? Dad?" She called out, Togruta turning in response but none of them her parents. They moved up the column, still on the lookout.

"Miran Halva!" Wraith shouted.

"Mom? Dad?" Tyria echoed. Soon enough, her cries were answered.

"Tyria!" A golden-skinned Togruta called back, stretching his arm high and waving to them. Wraith quickly pushed ahead through the crowds with Tyria behind him, parting battle droids and Togrutas until the reached her parents. She quickly left Wraith's side and embraced them both, the super-soldier waving off a battle droid urging them to move.

There was no need for that.

The united family was a welcome sight and Wraith was happy to have been of such service during a troubling moment for them all. Together again, the grateful Halva family turned to Wraith.

"Thank you." They offered in unison.

"You are most welcome," Wraith warmly replied, offering Tyria an additional nod, "stay safe, Tyria Halva."

"What's going to happen to our home?" She quietly asked.

"It will remain as you have left it. You will get to see it again soon, this I can promise." Wraith assured her, waylaying any concerns. "We're simply doing this for your protection. You needn't worry about a thing." Tyria believed him and nodded. She thanked him again as the family rejoined the throng moving towards the freighter as Wraith returned to clearing out the colony.

Hours later, the colony was emptied and Wraith stood alongside Count Dooku as they watched the final inhabitants board the Aurore, the rest divided between the landing craft. "So far so good, I'd say." Wraith surmised.

"Indeed. Between yours and Governor Roshti's efforts, the transfer was as smooth as we could've hoped for." Dooku agreed. Wraith offered a nod and then watched as Darts D'Nar pushed his way past droids and Togruta as he made for the colony.

"Sir, if I may, we certainly have the means to move the colonists ourselves. Why the Zygerrians?" He queried. "They're not exactly what I'd call... ideal for moving people."

"He is here on behalf of the Zygerrian Empire," Dooku responded, "their queen, Miraj Scintel, wishes to join the Confederacy and has offered any assistance we might require."

"So the Zygerrian's are going to move the Togrutas?" Wraith determined.

"Queen Scintel assures me there is a plan in place." Dooku responded. Wraith slowly nodded. Based on what he knew, this act of benevolence sounded very prime indeed.

"Well... that's good. A right step in the direction of an alliance, if that's what she wants." He decided, seeing the humanitarian offer and notion of goodwill as something the Separatists could use more of.

"To that end, I want you to accompany us back to Zygerria and aid Queen Scintel in whatever way possible. See if this alliance would be worthy of our time." Dooku instructed. "I shall help with the offloading procedure, but then I must organize our forces elsewhere."

"Understood sir." Wraith affirmed with a quick nod. Having linked up with this army aboard the Invisible Hand, his shuttle was left behind in favour of staying with the transport and Dooku. Now he was to be Dooku's representative on Zygerria. "D'Nars will take us back?"

"He will, and then he shall return here and lead our forces against the Republic's inevitable arrival." Dooku informed him, setting a hand on Wraith's shoulder. "I'm counting on you to do well on Zygerria, soldier. Your skills and abilities will prove most valuable to us there."

"I will not fail you, sir." Wraith promised.


Zygerria was situated in one of the furthest corners of the Outer Rim, deep in Separatist territory and on the verge of Wild Space. A place full of mesas, plains and highlands, Zygerria had been home to a notorious slave empire that had peaked during the era of the Old Republic. But those days had long since passed after the Jedi Order had cracked down on slavery and slaving operations, reducing Zygerria to a shadow of its former glory. Seeking renown once again, Miraj Scintel, the current monarch, sought to restore her people's name and prominence in the galaxy.

And that prominence started with the freighter before her.

Accompanied by an entourage of palace guards, the strong and haughty Queen waited with baited patience for her newest guest to arrive. Dooku moved to meet with Prime Minister Atai Molec and oversee the transfer of the colonists, while D'Nar met the Queen first and quickly revealed that all was as it should be, Scintel dismissing him to carry out his duties before she was met by the towering Wraith, clad in full armor. While the super-soldier had read that the average Zygerrian was around five-foot, five-inches tall, he was slowly proven wrong as Queen Scintel stood only four inches shorter than him and her guards only two.

"Ah... the super-soldier I've heard so much about." She greeted, advancing towards him. Wraith noted the regal aura about the Queen and knew the Zygerrians favoured hierarchy above all else.

"A pleasure to meet you, your highness." He promptly responded, bowing out of courtesy and respect. The Queen rounded him as he straighted up, eyeing his broad-shouldered form and muscled appearance, something obvious even with his armor on. Her gaze was keen and darting, like a merchant sizing up valuable goods.

"Such a marvellous specimen you are... truly the pinnacle of dominance. You surely do live up to your reputation, Wraith." She complimented, her nails gliding along the armor of his gauntlet. The Zygerrian people lived by a simple principle: the weak served to benefit the strong and the strong dominated all. In some regards, Zygerrians believed themselves to be the strongest and most dominant of all species, second to none with no equal. But enough stories about The Wraith had circulated around the galaxy for someone like Queen Scintel to recognize an equal when she saw one.

"You honor me, your highness, yet I have done nothing to prove your words true." Wraith responded, offering her his arm as per custom when dealing with nobility.

"But you have, super-soldier. You already have." Scintel replied as she graciously accepted it. They began walking towards the palace, her guards parting to let them through, as D'Nar went to work offloading the Togruta. "I am delighted to have you staying by my side. Not to worry about explanations, Count Dooku has already informed me of the arrangement." Scintel continued.

"That is good to hear. It is my personal hope that Zygerria can prove itself worthy of an alliance with the Confederacy." Wraith responded, oblivious to the truth. "Such a gesture of goodwill, helping us with the Kiros colonists, is guaranteed to be rewarded." Scintel softly chuckled.

"In more ways than one I hope." She proffered. "You will offer a good report to Count Dooku, won't you?" She coyly and innocently asked.

"If good is what I can report back." Wraith countered, causing Miraj to chuckle once more.

"A man of rigidity... I like it." She mused with a fierce smile. "Yes, super-soldier, you shall fit in just fine here on Zygerria. Come, allow me to personally lead you to where you will stay." Wraith accepted her offer, ignorant to the sharp change in reality the colonists were undergoing.

Scintel led Wraith to one of the highest points in the palace, to where only the finest of guest rooms was waiting for him. Upon entering, Wraith couldn't help but whistle in amazement. It was like his room in the Elysium, but the level of luxury multiplied tenfold. It was large and grand, multiple rooms connected together like a house. Everything was neat and organized, illuminated brilliantly by the sun shining through wide windows lined with teal curtains. And this was just the entry lounge. "You'll find all necessary amenities here, if you need anything I will have a servant on standby just outside in the corridor." Scintel explained, noting Wraith's impressed expression. "A bit of a change from barracks, wouldn't you agree?" She offered with a smile.

"A welcome change." Wraith concurred. "You are a most gracious host, Queen Scintel."

"Only the best for our allies... or should I say, future allies." She corrected herself. "You needn't worry yourself about any more business to day, soldier. Rest yourself while I see to the colonists. I will have refreshments brought up for you." Scintel encouraged him as she left. Wraith nodded in understanding and, once the door had sealed behind Scintel, released a sigh of contentment.

"Oh yeah... the next few days here are gonna be pretty sweet." He determined with a grin, shrugging off his armor and draping it across a nearby chair. His belt was next to be removed and it joined his armor, followed closely by his helmet. Running a hand through his hair, Wraith stretched and kicked back on a nearby couch, exhaling pleasantly so as he basked in his new surroundings. "Yeah... these Zygerrians are good hosts. Glad to see they've changed since the empire of old." He mused aloud. "They're running some sort of trade guild now, I think. Guess the change in leadership has changed their heart as well."

He had no idea how wrong he was.

It wasn't long before there was a knock on his door and Wraith quickly rose from the couch, calling his helmet into his hands with the Force. The last few panels slid into place around his head just as he opened the door. Before him stood a young, green-skinned Twi'lek clad in a simple blue dress with a rather plunging neckline. She carried a tray full of fruits and a bottle of wine, her brown eyes momentarily transfixed by his scarlet optics before they averted him.

"I have refreshments for you sir, sent by the Queen." She meekly informed him.

"Ah yes. Please, do come in." Wraith offered, standing aside so the girl could enter. She was small in stature, but there was also a frailty to her, like she'd been broken and put back together again. Wraith watched as she delicately placed the tray down on a central table.

"Would you like some wine, sir?"

"If you could." Wraith responded, shutting the door. The Twi'lek made use of one of the glass goblets on the tray and quickly poured the violet wine nearly to the brim before serving it to him with commendable grace and fluidity. Wraith accepted it and took a sip before sitting back down. It bore the taste of Zelosian wine, a drink Wraith was quite familiar with. Another sip took him back to his first date with Ahsoka and he smiled pleasantly at the memory. But it faded away when Wraith realized the Twi'lek was still present nad hadn't left. She stood meekly by, as though waiting for something. "Is there... something more?" He queried, curious as to why she simply stood there. The Twi'lek swallowed nervously.

"The Queen has ordered me to tend to any other needs you might have. That..." She paused, taking a breath and Wraith could tell from her body language she was struggling with whatever else was on her mind, "Th-That includes any... favours you may want." She finally told him. It was visibly hard for her to say and Wraith was quick to put two and two together.

"I am not like that. You needn't worry about me asking anything like that of you." He promised with a shake of his head. The girl seemed relieved, her posture shifting ever so slightly while retaining her demure posture. There was something about her that caught his attention. She seemed scared and afraid, her every act executed with great care. "What is your name?" He asked.

"S-Slave, sir." She replied. That set off a few alarms. Perhaps the Zygerrians hadn't changed nearly as much as he first thought.

"What is your name?" He repeated, emphasizing the word. The Twi'lek's eyes remained glued to her feet.

"I'm not permitted to speak my name to guests." She quietly responded. Wraith set down his goblet and leaned forward.

"I need to know your name. Can you tend to my need?" He asked again, using her words this time. Surely she would understand this as attached to her command from the throne, and perhaps she did, although she remained silent. "I promise I will not offer a bad report to anyone." Wraith added, hoping to alleviate any potential worries she might have. Breathing in as if to brace herself for a death blow, her dark lips parted,

"Ytra, sir." She told him. Wraith nodded.

"Come and sit, Ytra. Within these four walls, you are not a slave but an equal." Wraith invited. Ytra slowly did as asked and sat down in the chair that was covered with his armor and weapons. "You may also speak freely." He added.

"Thank you sir... No one has... ever asked me to do such things before." She slowly replied, not used to such open freedoms.

"I detest slavery." Wraith pointedly replied. "Even though I may be powerless to stop it completely, I can at least provide some with a reprieve." He sipped his wine again. "What is it like in the court of Queen Scintel?" He inquired. The Twi'lek paused and thought about her response, carefully wording her answer just in case he was lying about not reporting her to the Queen.

"It... can be good." She replied.

"Go on." Wraith prompted, his crimson gaze fixed on her.

"I do not know much, for I am only a slave. She treats her guests well... her slaves can fair alright, if they behave." Ytra revealed, confirming Wraith's notion that the Zygerrian's, on a societal level at least, hadn't changed much.

"What does behavior look like for her?" Wraith queried.

"She expects us to do as we're told." Ytra replied, confidence slowly building. Wraith noted that with each word, her ability to actually look at his face increased. Usually her gaze flitted between his body and the floor, a sign she had been forced to act such a way for a long time. "If we don't then we are punished."

"Do punishments vary by offense?" Wraith wondered, earning a quick nod from Ytra.

"There are some days were it seems undeserved, though." She added. "Some days when I... I-I just wish I could... kill her." The Troig feelings revealed to wraith her true desires and it seemed Ytra also realized she'd revealed them. "Oh! Forgive me for speaking that, sir!" She quickly begged, eyes wide and full of fright. "I-I did not mean-"

"You did mean it." Wraith stated, causing Ytra's expression to fall as she trembled. "And I understand." Those three words lifted her gaze and she watched as Wraith stood and drew a knife from his belt. He sat down and grabbed one of the fruits, a rounded one with teal skin. "In my line of work, Ytra, when an opportunity presents itself," his knife sliced clean through the fruit, revealing the orange flesh beneath, and he stabbed a piece before extending it towards her, "you take it." Ytra seemed to understand and accepted the fruit from him...


The next morning, Wraith dressed in his armor and joined Queen Scintel, the monarch inviting him on a trip to Kadavo, a world in Wild Space that was a Zygerrian colony of some sort. Scintel was being rather coy with revealing to Wraith what was on Kadavo and so he had to draw conclusions for himself. Based on scattered bits of conversation, Wraith gleaned that Kadavo seemed to be some sort of a station or outpost, and he concluded it had something to do with the colonists and the safe haven they were promised.

He would learn the truth soon enough.

Upon arrival, Wraith and Scintel were met by a blue-furred Zygerrian called Agruss, who was as tall as Wraith and heavily set, likely an intimidating fellow if not for his large dark eyes that made him look rather... dopey. He was revealed to be the keeper of the Kadavo installation and he led the Queen and her entourage towards a balcony. Wraith hung back, pausing to examine the many controls located in Agruss' station before Queen Scintel called him over.

"Come, soldier. Come here and look." Wraith dutifully walked over and stood by Scintel as she gestured to a pit below her. "Isn't it glorious?" Wraith's optics polarized and adjusted to the intensity of the sunlight, allowing him to properly take in the holding area guarded by gun platforms and armed guards.

It was filled, to his horror, with thousands of Togrutans.

"What is this?" He gasped, eyes wide beneath his mask.

"The colonists of Kiros, now the newest slaves our guild has to offer the galaxy." Scintel revealed. Wraith was devastated by her statement. "Some shall remain on Zygerria as a sample, while the rest will stay here to be broken and to serve in the volcanic mines." It all hit Wraith and he backpeddled, horrified by the reality.

"Slaves...?!" He repeated, aghast by the Queen's statement. "No... N-No, there... There has to be a mistake! These people were to be transferred to-"

"To me." Scintel stated, blotting the term 'safe haven' from his mind as she dropped yet another bombshell. "Count Dooku made the arrangement. The colonists were in his way and made a perfect gift to our fledgling empire. They will be sold at an auction in nine days time, which will restore the Zygerrian Empire and ensure our name is known throughout the galaxy!" Everything fell dull and quiet, the super-soldier robbed of his senses as her words were repeated in his mind. She could not be right, this was not the Separatist's way of doing things! He did not lie to these innocents, something was wrong.

"This is wrong. They were promised freedom!" He vehemently replied.

"Freedom itself is a promise." Scintel calmly responded. "A lie to all who believe it. No one is ever truly free. It is... useful for keeping the subservient in line, but goes no further than that." Her worldview was plainly evident, and Wraith saw that the Zygerrians had not changed their ways one bit.

"Then what are you?" He shot back.

"What are you?" Scintel retorted, her voice still soft and her smile still present. "You, my dear delusional super-soldier, are a slave to your orders. Now, do as you are orde-"

"No." Wraith firmly stated, determined to change things and held out hope there had been an error. "You lie, Scintel. I will be in touch with Count Dooku and this grievous mistake will be rectified!" He thundered, turning and walking away. Scintel merely laughed.

"When you are proven wrong, do return to me soldier. I promise I won't hold this against you." She sweetly cooed. Wraith ignored it, his temper flaring innately as he found a secluded room and produced his holocom. The proper frequency loaded in, Wraith waited impatiently for Dooku to answer. What felt like an eternity later, the Sith's body flickered into being.

"Soldier, what have you?" He greeted.

"Sir, there's trouble. Miraj Scintel believes we sent her the colonists in order to turn them into slaves!" Wraith quickly reported.

"And we did." Dooku simply stated.

Wraith was rooted, his entire body slumping as his heart sank into his stomach upon hearing Dooku's words of affirmation. There was no hint of denial in his voice and he almost sounded... pleased by Wraith's words.

"W... W-W-What?" A horrified Wraith stammered back.

"That was always the plan, soldier. Moving the colonists will lure the Jedi into the Zygerrian's more than capable hands." Dooku casually continued. "That is why I needed you there, to be ready for their imminent attempt to rescue the colonists." The plan was sound, but Wraith couldn't help but consider all the moral implications. Surely the Confederacy's reputation would be tarnished after this.

"But... B-But the people! I promised those Togruta they would be safe!" Wraith rebutted.

"They are no longer threatened by war, are they?" Dooku queried.

"They face something worse than war!" Wraith countered, voice rising. "What about afterwards? Will they go free? Surely not if Scintel has her way!"

"Then that is her decision to make, not ours." Dooku pointedly remarked, tone growing firm. "Now, stay by the Queen's side and continue to help her until further notice."

"Sir-"

"That is a direct order." Dooku cut him off, frowning as Wraith tried to interject. "Assist the Queen and be ready for the coming of the Republic. Protect and serve as you would the Confederacy. Understood?"

"Sir, I-" Wraith tried to protest, slowly realizing his words were useless. Then something in his brain clicked, something he was reluctantly forced to go along with. He had been given orders and was now bound to follow them, regardless of how he felt. The programming seeded throughout his mind overrode his conscious and he had no choice but to feel compelled to obey them.

Scintel was right. He was a slave...

"I understand." He finally, and reluctantly, stated.

"Good. Keep me abreast of how things progress." Dooku signed off and Wraith was left in silence. The blue glow of his holocom flickered as the powered device remained stationary in his hand, albeit unused. It gradually slipped from his fingers and clattered to the floor, the noise stirring Wraith just enough for him to hide his helmeted-face in his hands. The situation weighed heavily upon him and he knew that the blood of fifty-thousand was on his hands. He had lied to them... earned their trust only to betray it.

So many innocents down there, all of them unjustly forced to do the Zygerrian's bidding. He thought of poor Tyria and the Halva family. They did not deserve this... none of them did. Their fates, however horrible they might be, had been made so with his aid. The reality was like a blade stabbing at his heart, the notion of having been lied to... of having been betrayed.

And now his hands were tied.

Removing his head from his hands, weary and mortified eyes gazed at his gloves as though they were stained with blood. He felt appalled by his actions and only had enough left in him to mutter a simple, quiet cry of despair that pierced the silence of the room,

"What have I done?"


Ten days after the Separatists' arrival, the Republic came to Kiros and discovered the truth behind the colony's disappearance after a joint force led by Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi defeated and captured Darts D'Nar. It was then that the Jedi hatched a bold and daring plan to rescue the colonists...


Days later...

The Togruta screamed as the shock prod jammed into his side again, a sadistic grin on the face of the Zygerrian responsible for his torment. This was one of the 'defiant ones', a colonist who believed this torturous tenure was only temporary and refused to submit to the Zygerrians lording over him. It was on the Queen's orders that a swift end be put to such notions and so the tortuous sessions intending to break the will of the new slaves were upped, many an unfortunate Togruta passing through this cell where they were chained to a wall and electrocuted repeatedly until they were finally willing to submit. Those who continued to defy them were subjected to harsher levels of voltage... some of them succumbing to electrocution before they submitted.

This particular teal-skinned Togruta, sagging against his chains as steam wafted from his body, was on the verge of being broken. Something his handlers relished in. The female Zygerrian licked her lips sadistically as he partner kept his shock prod close at hand.

"I do so love it when they put up a fight." She mused, grinning gleefully. "These worm-heads especially. I love watching 'em spaz out." The male Zygerrian grabbed his face and forced his gaze upwards.

"Submit!" He spat, spittle landing on his face. The Togruta could only groan in response and his head was shoved back down. "He's almost there. Maybe one more charge." The Zygerrian mused.

"We really should bring in more, you know. I bet I could take on a whole herd of these freaks." Hiss partner giggled.

"In your dreams." Someone muttered. The emulated voice from the shadows behind them caused both Zygerrians to turn around.

"You say something, super-soldier?" The female asked. A pair of glowing eyes set against the long shadows of the slave pens, Wraith stepped forward, as tall as the male and dwarfing the female. He'd been sent here at the request of Queen Scintel, tasked with ensuring the cooperation and submission of her new slaves. It was a task he did not enjoy and made sure he barely fulfilled. Each scream that echoed through the dirty halls caused him to visibly flinch and grit his teeth, each one a reminder of how he'd been unwittingly complicit in their torment.

Something he could not rectify.

"I said, in your dreams." Wraith repeated in a scoffing tone. "These were Togruta from Kiros, they're all pacifists. No Zygerrian would last even a fraction of a second against a huntress from Shili. They're fighters, primal right from the getgo. Dozens of you would be dead before one could even grow tired."

"I bet we could." The female retorted. "We bend others to our will." She proudly stated, the male concurring with a toothy grin.

"Strength is tempered by working for others. It's not forged by being a lowlife bully." Wraith responded, his voice gruff and growling. "I've seen strength... You are anything but." He bluntly added, spinning around and leaving as soon as his comment was finished. He'd had enough of these two and this environment.

Emerging from the slave pens, two guards stiffened as strode past. That was pleasing, to an extent. At least he had some level of authority over this culture of brutes. If he got a chance, he could possibly use that to his advantage. At the same time, Wraith wanted nothing from these Zygerrians apart from their total annihilation. Their treatment of subordinates was horrific, their worldview brutish and destructive, they cared not for the sufferings of others and the species as a whole was far removed from the ideals of the Confederacy. He could not fathom why Count Dooku would want to work with them, let alone help them renew their slave empire.

Wraith passed by a market and watched as dozens of species were sold and traded like goods, the practice sickening him the more he watched. Maybe it was his connection to the Force, but every time he looked at one of the slaves he saw their soul. He saw their longing for a better life, their brokenness in the midst of their situation. He longed to help them. When he passed by a pair of Togrutas, a mother and her child, and witnessed them be separated with much commotion, he'd had enough.

Wraith stormed over to the scene and promptly plucked the child from the Zygerrian taking her and handed her back to her mother. The yellow-skinned woman babbled cries of relief, thanking Wraith in her own tongue.

"Tanan ye, tuan!" Wraith nodded and patted her on the shoulder. Then her owner, taller than the mother but shorter than Wraith, stomped over.

"I did not pay for some welp!" He shouted, clearly agitated. Wraith responded by grabbing him by the neck with one hand and lifting him off his feet, offering him a withering stare as he growled,

"They are a packaged deal. Not to be separated. Do I make myself clear?!" Cowed by his superior display of dominance, the Zygerria weakly nodded as Wraith dropped him to the ground and continued on his way. Perhaps, in a society where 'might is right' he could possibly sway outcomes by flexing his clearly superior strength.

But this was just one instance. How could he save the rest of these slaves, let alone fifty-thousand Togruta colonists? It seemed impossible, especially when he was bound by his orders to uphold Zygerrian leadership... Force, how he cursed those orders every day since receiving them. He couldn't sleep his second night, plagued by self-loathing and despair, knowing that fifty-thousand innocents were suffering unjustly because of his, albeit unintentional, actions. Every day here had been nothing but misery for him, the only task he did not feel guilty about was when he surveyed the palace and Kadavo looking for possibly points of entry for Republic infiltrators. They offered him an opportunity to memorize the layouts of each location, something that might come in handy... maybe.

Glancing skyward, Wraith spotted dozens of freighters and transport vessels making their approach to the capitol. Today was the day of the slave auction Scintel had informed him about, much to his chagrin and her near-sadistic sense of glee. He let out a sigh of disdain, having a feeling Queen Scintel would want him to join her in witnessing the 'restoration of the Zygerrian Empire' as she tended to phrase it.

He didn't realize that, in the space above him, there was a plan in motion.


The Tecora, 'borrowed' from Darts D'Nar, carried a crew of three Jedi and a single Clone towards Zygerria. They bobbed and weaved through the busy shipping lane, passing dozens of other vessels also destined for the planet below. Anakin piloted, with Rex in the co-chair, as Obi-Wan, Ahsoka and R2-D2 stood by, the men all dressed in brown-yellow slaver and mercenary disguises they'd found in a footlocker aboard the Tecora.

"Looks like Zygerria's a popular place these days." Anakin noted, observing all the traffic. Obi-Wan agreed.

"Whatever is happening, it's attracting plenty of high-class... scum." His comrades couldn't agree more, all of them shuddering just thinking about the number of lowlifes headed for the planet's surface. They broke atmosphere and passed through the clouds, making landfall on a pad just outside the capitol. Form ehre they could see the towering blue walls adorned with all sorts of elegant cultural markings and paintings, a shred of civility coming through the normally brutish Zygerrian culture. The Republic infiltrators made to disembark, performing checks as they prepped their disguises.

"Let's just hope the information our spies gave us about the Queen is accurate." Anakin mused as he adjusted his matching gloves. "Remember, I'll keep her occupied while you locate the missing people of Kiros." He reminded Obi-Wan and Rex.

"And how to you plan on keeping the Queen occupied?" Obi-Wan wondered as they all donned matching helmets, that matched the wide-eared appearance of Zygerrians.

"Well... with my magnetic charm, of course." Anakin smugly replied

"Yes... of course." Obi-Wan hesitantly agreed, not exactly assured by Anakin's plan. It was off the cuff, as was his style. But his methods had gotten him through trickier missions before.

"Hold onto this, will you buddy?" Anakin asked his astromech as he removed his lightsaber. Artoo beeped in reply as he accepted both Obi-Wan and Anakin's lightsabers, tucking them into his internal storage compartments before they made to leave the Tecora. The twin access doors rolled open as the boarding ramp lowered, bathing them all in Zygerria's bright mid-day sun. It was then that Ahsoka joined them, dressed in heavy robes that concealed everything except her eyes.

"Remind me why I'm the one playing the part of the slave?" She wondered, sliding up her robe to examine the sheer sleeve of her disguise beneath it.

"I tried it once, wasn't any good at it." Anakin quipped in response, crossing his arms. "Besides, the role of master comes easily to me." He added with a smirk. Ahsoka rolled her eyes.

"Really? Well, this time, try to be convincing at it." She bit back. Anakin shook his head, still smirking.

"You'll be fine, Ahsoka. I guarantee it." He promised.

"Uh huh, yeah. I'll be sure to tell you that when our roles are reversed and you have to dress like a Hutt stripper." She retorted. Ahsoka could handle undercover operations, no problem. It was the choice of attire for this op that she didn't like...

They moved towards the city, watching as transports moved to and fro while nobles flew giant winged Brezaks to the parapets along the walls, alighting for a few moments before departing again. The capitol was bustling, mush like the space lanes were, giving them all a clear indication that something was going to happen here. They entered through the main gate, the distant sounds of alien dialects calling out a variety of announcements as they arrived at a market. A variety of stalls offered edible goods and fabrics and similar housewares, but most of them had slaves from varying species. Ahsoka could see Wookies, both young and old, Twi'leks, Zeltrons and many many more, all of them being eyed from Zygerrians to Neimodians, Trandoshans and dozens of other species. They were not part of the grand auction Queen Scintel had planned, but it was business as usually for the denizens of Zygerria.

"How can a civilization so advanced still practice slavery?" A disgusted Ahsoka huffed.

"It makes them wealthy and powerful at the expense of others." Anakin responded in a low voice. "Before the Hutts bought my mother, she was sold in a market just like this." This whole place brought back bad memories for him. Having been born a slave, Anakin knew this environment all too well... and he hated it. His emotions wer palpable to both Ahsoka and Obi-Wan, the longer they were here the more they radiated.

The foursome paused as an armored Zygerrian led a line of young Twi'leks across the road, a male at the rear stumbling and falling to the ground from exhaustion. The Republicans watched as the slaver roughly shoved past the other Twi'leks as he advanced on the fallen one.

"Get up, you useless skug." He ordered.

"Master..." the Twi'lek weakly pleaded, "the bonds... they're too heavy."

"Tell it to my whip!" The Zygerrian retorted, drawing an electro-whip from his belt and snapping it on, yellow energy crackling with each threatening strike. The Twi'lek flinched, knowing what was coming as the Zygerrian reared back... only to be stopped by Ahsoka as she reached out and grabbed his arm.

"You don't want to do that." She stated firmly, glaring at him beneath her disguise. The other Twi'leks watched with stunned eyes, all of them wishing for her strength. The Zygerrian snarled and turned on her, his whip retracting.

"You dare touch me?!" He threatened. Anakin quickly chose to intervene.

"Excuse my slave... friend. She's new, freshly caught." He smoothly excused. His words caused the Zygerrian to soften and turn inquisitive.

"What have we here?" He wondered, joined by a pair of street guards investigating the commotion. "You wear Zygerrian armor, but you're not one of us." He observed, studying Anakin with a questioning gaze. In truth, he was none other than the Captain of the Guard and Prime Minister of Zygerria: Atai Molec. "Who are you?"

"I've come for an audience with the Queen."

"Then you have an invitation..." Molec mused and Anakin hurried to come up with a counter. "We can't just let anyone in to speak with her majesty."

"No invitation. But I do bring news." The Jedi responded, recalling some information their spies had produced that might just become applicable. "News the Queen will be eager to hear." The Zygerrian's response was expected.

"I doubt that. You're nothing more than a brigand!" Molec accused.

"I wouldn't say that," Anakin slowly, almost tantalizingly, countered, "especially when the Queen learns you prevented her from hearing the news about... Bruno Denturri." The name struck a chord with the Zygerrians and two more street guards quickly surrounded Anakin. The Prime Minister advanced upon Skywalker, only to be halted when an observation droid floated between them.

"Halt. Cease all hostilities." It ordered. "This man is to be escorted to the palace, by order of the Queen." Molec seemed annoyed, preferring to take a different course of action. But he relented and urged Anakin to follow him, Ahsoka coming too along with two of the street guards. Rex and Obi-Wan hung back, ensuring they strayed away from the action and allowed Anakin to open up the path forward. They followed at a suitable distance, trailing behind as they looked for a possible opportunity to enact their part of the plan.

Now they were getting somewhere...


Within the Zygerrian throne room, Wraith stood passively by as Queen Scintel handled reports about the upcoming auction that evening. He was getting tired of being a token of the Confederacy here on thie Force-forsaken planet. He wanted nothing more than to vaporize them all, or at least, lead a slave rebellion to overthrow these dogs... an ironic insult he'd personally coined, considering Zygerrians were feline in appearance. The doldrums were cut short when a messenger from outside arrive and knelt before the throne.

"Your majesty, there is a man to see you. He brings word of Bruno Denturri." He announced. Scintel's posture shifted ever so slightly at the sound of the name.

"Bring him in! I must know what he has to say." She commanded. The servant rose and scurried to obey.

"Bruno Denturri... Someone you know?" Wraith wondered, his voice devoid of interest.

"An enemy of the palace for a long time. And now a random brigand brings word of him." The Queen responded.

"Seems dubious." Wraith remarked, deciding to play along in his security role. "You'll pardon me if I listen in from the shadows, your highness. I do my best work in silence." He stated, already moving without waiting for permission. She gave it anyway and the super-soldier disappeared into a shadowy corner of the throne room and let his cloaker take care of the rest, completely concealing him from view. But as a just in case, he focused on the Force and suppressed his signature to a minuscule level that could not be detected unless someone was actively searching for him. He'd gotten good at that, spending long and lonely trips through hyperspace practicing on keeping himself hidden, as Ahsoka had suggested.

The individual in person arrived with a shorter figure bound in heavy cloaks, the man himself clad in Zygerrian armor. It reminded Wraith of the kind Darts D'Nar and his men wore and he made a note as they approach the throne along with a white astromech. A convor bird chirped and hopped onto Scintel's extended finger as she made one last statement to her officials.

"Make certain all preparations are complete for this evening." She instructed as another convor hopped onto her shoulder. The light illuminated the man's face and Scintel's expression changed once more... to that of interest. "And fetch refreshments." She ordered Ytra, who bowed and moved to obey. Wrath leaned back against the wall and studying the unfolding scene with an analytical eye as his scanners roved over the beings present.

"My Queen," Molec bowed, "I present... Lars Quell." He announced. Scintel sniffed, as though unimpressed.

"So, you are the man who claims to be acquainted with Bruno Denturri."

"Yes, your highness." 'Lars' responded, reaching up and removing his headpiece to reveal a familiar face to the hidden Wraith.

"Skywalker..." he murmured under his breath. This just got interesting.

"However, when I spoke with him, he failed to describe your beauty." Anakin continued, trying to look as cocky and as handsome as possible. The Queen chuckled.

"Really? And did Bruno speak of my intense hatred of him?" She asked, expression suddenly firm and hard. "Or did that escape his memory as well?" Molec drew a blaster from his side and trained it on Anakin, who offered him a moment of recognition but otherwise went unperturbed.

"He needed not speak of it, your majesty," Anakin replied, easing the blaster away from his face, "in fact... Bruno Denturri will not be speaking... ever again." His tone was grim and while Wraith could tell it was a lie, the Zygerrians could not.

"What do you mean?" Scintel pried.

"Bruno Denturri's dead, by my hand." Anakin plainly stated. "Here's a slave from his palace, compensation for my efforts." He stated, gesturing to the cloaked figure beside him. Without further ado, Anakin ripped off the cloak causing the observing Zygerrians to marvel with keen eyes...

"Unhand me, brigand!" Ahsoka cried, playing the role of the 'slave'. The action also caused Wraith's jaw to drop to his feet.

Ahsoka was clad in... well, not much. Her dress and top were made from a sheer, decorative teal material that hugged her body as well as offering a teasing hint of the skin underneath. It was in two pieces, her legs bare while her arms were covered. It hid the essentials... barely. If not for the decorative design, Wraith was positive her chest would've been visible. Crisscrossing her headtails were ropes of ornate gold jewelry and similar designs wrapped around her chest and waist, giving her the appearance of a... princess? He didn't care. If Wraith could be seen, his expression would've borne eyes the size of dinner plates, his jaw dropping as low as it could go, his heart pounding to the point of nearly exploding.

Humina humina humina...! He mentally drooled, absolutely stunned by how... attractive she looked. "So. Kriffing. Sexy." He finally whispered, mustering enough coherence to speak. He simply had to, his girlfriend looked... wow! The Jedi seemed to share looks of mild confusion at Ahsoka's exclamation, further evidence for Wraith that this was all an act. The Queen did not catch on, though.

"You impress me, Lars Quell." Scintel complimented as she rose, the present staff bowing in response. "She's quite a prize," Anakin quickly nudged Ahsoka to bow as well, as the Queen stepped over to him, "and to have defeated Bruno Denturri in combat? You must be quite the warrior." The staff rose but the Queen ignored them, her attention on Ahsoka as she circled the 'slave'. She offered a few approving hums and Wraith could tell she was eyeing her like a piece of meat and not a person... something that caused his hatred to flare. "The slave is certainly of fine stock," Scintel determined, "Bruno always knew how to choose a beautiful female." She remarked, running the back of her hand down the exposed skin of Ahsoka's arm. The Togruta recoiled and jerked away from her.

"Don't you dare touch me!" She slowly and venomously stated, causing Wraith to smirk. That's my firebrand. He thought. A brief stare-down ensued, Ahsoka's eyes ablaze with a feigned fire as the Queen looked on disapprovingly.

"Though she will have to be processed." Wraith didn't like the sounds of that and made a mental note to immediately intervene if necessary. "Her demeanor leaves much to be desired." Pompous oaf. Wraith muttered. "What is your price for her?" The Queen asked, turning back to Anakin.

"With respect, how can I price the beauty of this slave when I look upon the magnificence of her highness, whose beauty would make the brightest star seem dull by comparison?" His carrying on caused Ahsoka to roll her eyes and Wraith mimicked the motion himself. Get on with it. He thought. Aren't you married?

"Lars Quell," Scintel chuckled, "you flatter me."

"No, your majesty," Anakin countered, "however..." at this, he raised and hand and began to whisper, the Queen moving closer to hear what he had to say. Wraith's audio receptors bolstered the sound and let him hear every word, but it was all a bunch of mindless dribble meant to woo her further. Zygerrians really are all brawn and no brains. Wraith decided, rolling his eyes again as his gaze settled on the stationary Ahsoka. Now there's the best of every world. He thought. He couldn't wait to get a moment alone with her again and maybe raise a few points about her particular style of dress. He wouldn't mind seeing her wear it again... in private.

His thoughts were stirred when the Queen chuckled, urging 'Lars' to stop whatever he was telling her. Based on Ahsoka's expression, seen out of the corner of his eye, it was rather... mortifying.

"Lars, stop it! Stop it!" She giggled, swatting his shoulder. "You are a bold one, aren't you?"

"My reputation proceeds me, then." Anakin replied, as suave as ever.

"Perhaps we can find a way to put a price on your slave." Scintel suggested, Wraith's ears perking up as the words registered. This he needed to listen to. "Come. Walk with me." Scintel offered Anakin her arm and he took it, Ahsoka following behind as they made for the palace balcony. The invisible Wraith trailing behind them...


Elsewhere...

Rex and Obi-Wan had uncovered the slave pens, literal pits dug into the ground that were too steep to climb and too high to scale. Simple openings above allowed for potential buyers to perform inside and assess the potential merchandise, all while under the dont ant watch of guards lining the higher levels. Obi-Wan brushed past as Hutt and a Neimodian, carrying on in Huttese, when Rex beckoned him to a distant pit.

"Sir, take a look at this." He quietly prompted, Obi-Wan jogging over to see for himself. Peering through the darkness, Obi-Wan could make out a lone occupant who certainly had the montrals of a Togruta but whose features were otherwise hidden.

"Keep watch. I'll take a closer look." He instructed, using the Force to leap down into the pen where he carefully approached the Togruta. Upon closer inspection, he could plainly Make out the figure he'd seen in the holoreports prior to this endeavor. "Governor Roshti!" He quietly exclaimed. Roshti looked up with wide and frightened eyes, shying away from Obi-Wan as all he could see was Zygerrian armor.

"No! No!" He cried out, raising his hands to defend himself. Obi-Wan sensed his fear and his trauma. What had these scum done to an innocent man to make him so afraid? He could only imagine the horrors Roshti had seen and quickly pulled off his helmet, revealing his bearded face.

"I'm a friend. A Jedi." He calmly explained and Roshti seemed to relax a little as well, lowering his hands. "Where are your people?" Obi-Wan asked.

"They're... They're..." the elderly Togrutan collapsed, the last of his limited energy expended, unable to speak anymore. Obi-Wan caught her, heard movement up above, and knew it was time to leave. Lifting Roshti over his shoulders, Obi-Wan leapt out of the pit and back beside Rex, helping Roshti down and leaning him against a wall.

"Sir? Did you find out where the others are?" Rex asked, quickly by their side.

"Not yet. We've got to get him out of here." Obi-Wan responded, knowing Roshti needed to be in better shape before they could ascertain such a thing. He quickly planned a means of escape and spied a Brezak on the wall above them, being ridden by a guard. Leaping up, Obi-Wan grabbed the Zygerrian and threw him into Roshti's pit where he disappeared with a cry. Obi-Wan quickly took control of the beast and guided it down, though his action was quickly noticed by other guards.

"You there! What are you doing with that slave?!" One demanded, spying them loading up Roshti. Obi-Wan had half a mind to make a retort about his true status as a free man, but chose not to as they were already in a bind. More guards were summoned and Rex took the reins while Obi-Wan saw to Roshti, urging the Brezak to bound across the pits. Knocking over guards, the lizard worked up enough speed to take flight... but not before a guard got off a single shot that struck Obi-Wan in the back. The Jedi lurched and falling off his ride with a cry, the wobbly Roshti falling with him. They tumbled across the ground, kicking up a small cloud of dust and dirt as Rex suddenly became airborne. He had no choice but to flee on the Brezak as Obi-Wan was surrounded by armed guards, now a prisoner of the Zygerrians as well...


The palace balcony overlooked the entire capitol from its raised elevation, offering a glimpse at the sheer scale of the Zygerrian homeworld. The sprawling city was impressive as were the ships of commerce ferrying people too and fro across the urban center. It was from this point that Queen Scintel paused with her guest 'Lars Quell' and his 'slave', The Wraith still invisible while keeping tabs on everything. For Ahsoka, she could not sense anything but did feel a set of eyes on her from a direction she could not tell. Her fairly non-speaking role was easy thus far, a demure posture somewhat easy to maintain, and she only hoped that Scintel would forget about processing and she would not have to endure whatever it involved. Ytra, the serving girl, arrived with a tray carrying two golden goblets filled with drink and her head bowed in a submissive posture.

"Slavery is the natural order of things," Scintel was saying, a statement neither Anakin, Ahsoka or Wraith agreed with, "the weak deserve nothing more than to kneel before the strong, bound to our service." She fetched her drink from Ytra as did Anakin and they ventured towards the edge of the balcony. "I will need men with your... talents to spread our ways across the galaxy." Wraith was determined to ensure that did not happen, but a subtle movement from Ytra caught his eye as the Twi'lek produced a knife hidden under her tray. He realized she'd taken his words to heart: when an opportunity presents itself, you take it. The super-soldier wondered just how literal things might get and had his answer soon enough when Ytra took the blade in hand and lunged at Scintel...

Only for Anakin to grab her arm and stop her before she could kill the Queen, tearing the knife from her hand.

Dammit Skywalker, you have no idea what you've just done. Wraith thought with a sigh, realizing that no good could come of this. Ytra would surely be punished now. The girl struggled and fell out of Anakin's grip, landing on her back as Molec trained his weapon upon her.

"You dare raise a hand against your master?" Scintel seethed. "Clearly your require further processing!" The fear that ignited in Ytra's brown eyes was enough to convince Wraith that Ahsoka would not have to endure it, bound and determined to keep his lover from whatever horrors these dogs might try to inflict upon her.

"No!" Ytra cried, standing up and scaling the balcony rail. "I won't go back there!" She teetered on the edge and wraith realized she'd rather die than face any punishment.

"Wait! Stop!" Anakin called, seeing what could unfold. He raced towards the Twi'lek, only for Ytra to turn and throw herself off the edge. Anakin's hand was nowhere near close enough to catch her and by the time he arrived at the rail, Ytra was dead on the ground many stories below. The Jedi and Wraith were devastated by the needless waste of life. For Wraith, she'd been a girl he'd conversed with only a few days before, a living breathing sentient with a soul and dreams and hopes. Now she was gone, her life snuffed out.

"Such a waste," Scintel dismissively mused as she sat on the same rail, "but perhaps she was more trouble than she's worth." Wraith's hands balled into fists at Scintels casual dismissal of Ytra's death, treating her like a simple garment that needed to be replaced.

The Zygerrian's way of life would not spread to the rest of the galaxy. Of that he would make certain... someway, somehow.

"But you, Lars, you are proving quite resourceful." Scintel continued. After a moment consideration, she exhaled and came to a conclusion. "Very well, I will pay your place for your slave girl." She stated, gesturing to Ahsoka. "Seems I am... in need of a new servant." She mused with a chuckle.

Oh how Wraith hated her in that moment. His fury knew no equal. Never had he ever despised a species as much as he did the Zygerrians.

Anakin's gaze lingered a moment longer on the dead Ytra before he fell back into character and said with a smile, "She is my gift to you, your highness." Ahsoka shot him a quizzical look and hoped he knew what he was doing. Miraj took no notice and smiled.

"You are a man of many surprises. It pleases me." She commented. "I want you to be my guest at the slave auction and sit at my side." She offered, extending her hand. Anakin accepted it and helped her up. "Perhaps I can introduce you to my other guest as well." Scintel mused as they started walking. "You two would get along well, I should think."

"And who might that be?" Anakin inquired.

"He is a man like you, bold and fearless. He is the Separatist super-soldier: The Wraith." Scintel revealed, much to the shock of him and the listening Ahsoka.

The Wraith was here?!

From his cloaked position, Wraith could only sigh. And the Loth-cat's outta the bag. He thought with much disgruntlement.


Elsewhere...

The crack of the electro-whip was followed by a gasp of agony as the Zygerrian mercilessly beat his captive. In the dark subsurface cell, Obi-Wan, devoid of his disguise, was brutally whipped and tortured by the Zygerrians who had captured him. His robes dirty and singed from the constant abuse, blood seeping into his moustache and dripping from his split lip, the Jedi Master had certainly seen better days.

"Well? Who is he?" Molec demanded, the other slaver retracting his whip.

"He hasn't talked." Came the report. "But I'll loosen his tongue," the slaver vowed as the yellow tendril of his whip unfurled once more. His weapon cracked against Obi-Wan's back, the Jedi gasping as fresh pain shot through him with each blow.

"Why would a slaver try to rescue a slave from the palace?" Molec wondered aloud. "It's suicide." Yellow arcs of electrical energy crackled across Obi-Wan's back as the Jedi lurched one more time, his head falling back. His face revealed to the light, the Prime Minister suddenly raised his hand and called for a halt as he recognized him. "Wait... I know you. From the holocom." He stated, advancing on Obi-Wan and roughly jerking his face into the light. When Obi-Wan had grappled with Darts D'Nar on Kiros in martial combat, D'Nar had been in mid-transmission with Molec when the fight had occurred. It was from that moment that Molec recognized him. "I never forget a Jedi." He growled. A weak Obi-Wan could only return his steady gaze with the notion that their plan had suddenly been compromised...


That evening, all who were on Zygerria met at the great slave auction pit, individuals from countless worlds and countless species here to engage in the despicable skin trade. It was a large and raucous crowd, all of whom were lowlifes from various walks of criminal life. A single Zygerrian auctioneer in the middle of the pit roused the crowds with a speech, promoting "slaves of unmatched quality" and in "vast quantities". From the Queen's private viewing box, Anakin and Ahsoka stood by with R2 lingering in the background. Since her designation as the Queen's new servant, Ahsoka had been fitted with a shock collar as a means to control her. She had not been sent to 'processing', not yet at least, and she hoped she would never learn what it looked like. Anakin was still carrying himself as Lars Quell and had earned the Queen's total trust. Fortunately for them both, The Wraith had not made an appearance and blown their cover, meaning the plan was still a go for the time being.

"I give you... Togruta from the Kiros System!" The auctioneer announced, a door sliding open as the crowd applauded the first specimens of the night. Governor Roshti was forced out into the open and made to walk to the middle of the arena for all to see. From her position, Ahsoka let out a quiet gasp.

"Oh no..." She realized that everything they'd suspected was proven true and that now they'd have to free fifty-thousand of her people from this place. No easy task for sure, but if they could free Roshti, he could make a plea to the Senate and the Republic could come down on Zygerria with force to rescue the colonists. Anakin shared her feelings but was less vocal about it, watching as the auctioneer continued,

"This handsome specimen represents a lot of numbering, no less than fifty-thousand beings!" So they were all here... good to know, but their job had just gotten harder.

Then, across the space, Anakin spied Rex walking alone through one of the halls. At least he was in position... but where was Obi-Wan? He didn't know, but Rex took up position by a Gamorrean, leaning against a pillar while subtly tapping his blaster. He was ready. "Not the compliance! Virtually untrained in combat, there will be no rebellion from these slaves!" The auctioneer proudly carried on.

"So, where do you keep fifty-thousand slaves like the people of Kiros?" Anakin asked of the Queen. Before she could respond, Molec entered the box... and a cloaked Wraith slipped in behind him.

"Your highness, I have urgent news," He stated, rudely shoving Ahsoka aside as he bowed before her. Ahsoka shot him a glare and moved to Anakin's side, Molec whispering his revelation that caused Scintel's eyes to widen. Then she smiled and waved him off.

"All will be revealed in time." She promised Anakin, rising from her seat. The crowds turned to her as she made her presence known, cheering on their benefactor as she raised her hands for attention. "Before we begin the auction, I would welcome a most special guest." She began. "Obi-Wan Kenobi!"

Anakin and Ahsoka blanched as their gaze was drawn to the arena floor, where a severely beaten Obi-Wan as led out much to the crowd's distaste. They booed him, they mocked him, they declared the Jedi to not be as tough as the stories said. "My friends, good friends," Scintel continued, "do not fear the Jedi. He is no different from others we have forced into submission! They have forsaken their ideals to serve a corrupt Senate! The Jedi has become a slave to the Republic." At least she's got that right. Wraith silently agreed, watching the procession without moving from his spot. Obi-Wan looked up from below, pained and weary, his robes slashed and singed from hours of torture by the Zygerrian's hands. "The Jedi Order is weak! And we will help break it!" Scintel announced, much to the delight of the crowd. "For among us, we have another special guest who is an expert at breaking Jedi! Lift up your eyes, my friends, for The Wraith walks among us tonight!" The crowd went wild, many shouting the praises of the Separatists as Wraith watched the scene unfold with a sick feeling in his gut. These... scum... They're not worthy to uphold the ideals of the Confederacy. None of them are. He thought, feeling ashamed to see the noble caused he served tarnished by the simple cheers of these lowlifes, its reputation sullied by their very admiration of it He remained silent though, not reacting in the slightest.

Scintel retrieved an electro-whip from her personal things and offered it to Anakin. "Teach him to know his place." Anakin knew exactly what she was asking of him; to humiliate Obi-Wan even further with a public flogging. He had an idea, though, and took the hilt in hand, offering Scintel a smirk as Ahsoka was left clueless to his intentions. She had to be ready, though, most of them were in place.

Descending to the arena floor, Anakin walked towards the podium as Obi-Wan was beaten to his knees. Dozens of voices called out to him "Whip the Jedi!" They cried, their blood-thirst at an all-time high.

"Looks like I have to rescue you again, old man." Anakin quietly remarked to his friend. Obi-Wan breathed a sigh of relief at the sound of Anakin's voice.

"I knew you'd have a back-up plan." He responded. Anakin's gaze rose to Scintel's box, where R2 rolled into position beside her as the Queen looked on.

"Prove to me you are a slaver." She commanded. "Swing that whip or die beside him." Anakin glanced at the weapon in his hand.

"Well, those are some lousy options." He muttered. His gaze rose to Rex and the Clone nodded, ready. Ahsoka offered a similar look, R2 shifting back and forth in anticipation. Seeing no sign of Wraith, and not sensing him either, Anakin ignited the whip. "You leave me no choice, Highness!" He called out, bowing low. Scintel smirked, confident in Lars' abilities.

But then, Anakin straightened up, and offered a two-fingered salute to R2.

R2 beeped in readiness and primed his lightsaber for launch from the top of his domed head.

Anakin reared back his whip... and promptly struck the armed guard closest to Obi-Wan, wrenching his blaster out of his hands with the whip. Obi-Wan rolled to his feet and used the Force to blow the Zygerrian away, his body refreshed as he tapped into the Force for strength. One lightsaber ejected from R2, then a second, both of them sailing through the air until they were caught by Anakin and Obi-Wan who ignited their weapons.

Scintel was not amused.

"Guards! Subdue them!" Scintel demanded, seeing she'd been played by this rogue. Armed guards along the balconies quickly opened fire on the two Jedi, Anakin and Obi-Wan going to work deflecting bolts as quickly as they came.

Rex promptly gunned down the guards around him, blowing his cover as well as a thermal detonator that sent many of them flying.

Ahsoka grabbed Molec's arm and threw him to the ground, reaching out as R2 passed her her weapon as well. A single swipe deflected twin bolts from Scintel's two guards and killed both of them, Wraith standing in the middle and unseen by her. Let's see how this goes... He said to himself, believing the Zygerrians were overdue for a little payback. Scintel turned in shock as Ahsoka fixed her with a steady gaze, her green saber humming.

Rex barreled down a hall with two blasters in hand, suddenly confronted by a trio of guards. Then a fourth burst from the shadows, tackling him off the balcony and down into the arena below. Rex managed to put himself on top, the Zygerrian killed from the impact while Rex was merely stunned. He was slow to rise and Anakin knew they needed to end this, quickly.

"Ahsoka! The Queen!" He called. His Padawan quickly rounded on Scintel, her lightsaber aimed directly at her. Wraith could see the situation was taking a turn and not in the Zygerrian's favor. Although he would've liked nothing more than to let the Jedi continue, a constant nagging in the back of his mind reminded him of his orders. Well... protect and serve and all that. He mused.

"Looks like your slave empire is finished. Again." Ahsoka pronounced.

"Get that thing out of my face! You little skug!" Scintel snarled, reaching for the control panel on her seat. But before she toggled the button for Ahsoka's shock collar-

"A moment, your highness." A voice called out. Ahsoka glanced to her right just as the air started to shimmer, revealing the form of a tall, broad-shouldered body as The Wraith made his presence known, "I believe there's a simpler way to handle this." He stated, retracting his mouthguard.

"Wraith! So you are here." Ahsoka said.

"Indeed, my dear. Impressive work, by the way, though the odds seem stacked against you." He responded, stepping towards her. Ahsoka maintained her stance, ensuring Scintel had nowhere to go.

"Ah... so now you decide to reveal yourself. You've been skulking in the shadows all this time, have you?" Scintel wondered over her shoulder, her finger hovering above a certain button on her control panel.

"My methods are my own." Wraith curtly responded, his optics still on Ahsoka and all her beauty. "Ahsoka, I hate to break it to you, but this plan puts you all at a severe disadvantage. Suffice to say, you're gonna want to dismantle that button she's about to touch." He added. Ahsoka's gaze darted to where Scintel's hand hovered and the Queen flinched as her lightsaber moved, passing clean through the device and leaving a glowing slash mark behind as the destroyed electronics fizzled and sparked.

"Now then, where were we-" Ahsoka never finished as a shock chip was pressed against her back and a sudden jolt flooded her body, the Togruta gasping in momentary pain before she collapsed, Wraith by her side and catching her before she hit the ground. Her lightsaber clattered against the floor and R2 began to quietly back away, letting out a short series of worried chirps at the present state of things. Wraith eased her head up, checking her over to ensure no harm had come to her.

"Quite the ploy, diverting her attention so you could subdue her." Scintel mused, smiling at Wraith's cleverness.

"There's always a simple way of doing things." Wraith simply replied, scooping Ahsoka up in his arms after tucking her lightsaber into his duster. In truth, his tactical mindset had quickly deduced Anakin's strategy and determined it would not work, not with these odds. So it was better for him to intervene now and prevent some consequence from befalling Ahsoka, and possibly help her create a new plan of action, rather simply let the failure play out. Rising to his feet, Wraith was greeted by sudden cheering and applause from the crowd and he realized, from the monitors on the wall nearest him, that the arena cameras were now fixated on him carrying an unconscious Ahsoka. The crowd was moved by his presence and the fact he had taken down a Jedi... albeit reluctantly.

Things didn't fair much better for Ahsoka's allies on the arena floor as dozens of Zygerrian guards swarmed them, just as Wraith had anticipated.

The recovering Rex was quickly subdued when a whip ensnared his mechanical arm, electrical feedback causing him great pain and forcing him to his knees as he was surrounded by guards.

Obi-Wan and Anakin lasted longer, deflecting incoming whip strikes with their lightsabers as they held out against the slavers. But a single tendril managed to ensnare the weakened Jedi's wrist and a few more lashed across Obi-Wan's back, driving him to his knees as a final whip ensnared his neck and shocked him with jolts of painful electrical energy, Kenobi crying out as he collapsed.

Standing alone and dual-wielding his borrowed electro-whip, Anakin quickly managed to subdue multiple guards in short order, parrying their whips with his saber before using his unpowered whip to knock them to the ground. His skill was good, very good... but not good enough. A whip snared his mechanical hand, the voltage feedback locking up his limb as it had with Rex, while a second knocked his lightsaber from his hand. The slavers ganged up on him, whips wrapping around his arms and legs and neck, forcing him to his knees as high voltage energy sent rippling spasms through his body. But Anakin fought back, determined to never become what he had once been and motivated to defy these slavers, something Queen intel took note of.

But the voltage increased and he could only hold out for so long. After a combined burst of voltage wrought from every whip, Anakin collapsed and went limp on the podium floor, knocked out cold as the Zygerrians surrounded him.

The crowd offered raucous applause at the skill of the Zygerrians and their testament to the weakness of the Jedi. Scintel spurred them on, raising her hands,

"See, my friends, even when aided by deception and trickery, the Jedi are nothing compared to us!" She declared, the crowd excited and rampant. Atai rose from the floor, shaking out his arm as he approached the Queen.

"Your majesty, there is the question of security that must be dealt with." He wondered.

"There was only a team of four." Wraith stated flatly, prompting both to turn to him. "If there were any other Jedi, they would've likely been here to aid Skywalker's escape attempt."

"The Wraith is correct, Prime Minister. We should take this moment to bask in our victory over the Jedi." Scintel agreed. After a moment of thought, she made a decision. "See to it that Skywalker is sent to my quarters, and have his friends moved to Kadavo." She instructed. Molec nodded in understanding and then turned to Wraith.

"And what of this one?" He wondered, a hungry gaze roaming over Ahsoka. "She would make a very fine slave, for sure." Wraith could see pure lechery in his eyes and his fury burned hotly, his mouth firming into a look of sheer distaste. "How much do you think one of our guests would pay for her?" Molec asked Scintel. Before the Queen could answer, Wraith interrupted,

"She is not for sale." He growled. Molec chuckled.

"Come now, super-soldier, this little skug has cost us resources. The least she can do is pay us back." He replied. "We could put her to work as the Queen's servant, or in the galley... then again, perhaps the barracks would be better for a feisty schutta like her-" His sentence went unfinished as Wraith hoisted Ahsoka over his shoulder, only to lash out with a free hand and grab Molec by the neck. The Prime Minister sputtered and gagged as he was lifted off the ground, Wraith's next words laced with darkness and potential violence.

"Let me phrase this in a way even you can understand; I subdued her, therefore she is my prize and she is not. For. Sale." He rumbled. His statement was simple and precise, but carried the weight of a brewing thunderstorm. Dropping Atai like a rock, the Zygerrian gasped and coughed as Wraith shifted Ahsoka back into both of his arms, only for his gasping inhales to turn into a chuckle.

"There is something special about her, is there?" He wondered with a sickening grin. "What is she to you, soldier?"

"I don't have to explain myself to the likes of you, Molec." Wraith spat, making to leave. But Molec called after him.

"Perhaps in time, you will." He retorted. "We all have our secrets, super-soldier. What's yours?" Wraith looked over his shoulder, optic blazing brightly.

"If I told you, I'd have to kill you." He threatened. And he meant it. Stepping out the door, Wraith was stopped once more when another voice called after him,

"Soldier," it was Scintel this time, "would you like a bottle of wine sent to your room?" The gesture was subtle but one of goodwill, Scintel willingly condoned his actions. But after everything he'd witnessed so far on Zygerria, Wraith had experienced enough of their hospitality.

"No. I'm not thirsty anymore." He simply responded, allowing the door to seal behind him.

"Your highness, we cannot let him do this." Molec suddenly said, turning to the Queen.

"Why not? I can't imagine a better place to house a Jedi then under the watchful eyes of The Wraith." Scintel replied, her belief in the super-soldier total after today. "Though I understand your intentions, Prime Minister. Do not worry, she will be yours in due time. Once her friends have been subjugated." She promised, Atai grinning at the prospect.


Later...

Anakin awoke to a series of green and pink-feathered Convors investigating his body, nudging his face and pecking at his clothes. He realized he was on a bed, one that looked expensive based on the curtains surrounding it

"You destroyed my auction and frightened my customers." A distant Scintel chided. Anakin sat up and saw the Queen standing by a window. "Count Dooku would have my kingdom for demanding your death-" The Queen was cut off as her throat was suddenly constricted, her body levitated off the ground as Anakin held out a hand.

"You should've listened to them." Anakin retorted, his brow creased as he glared at the Zygerrian. "My friends. Where are they?" Scintel struggled to breathe, her hands clutching at her throat.

"Continue... to misbehave... and they die!" She responded, offering him a fiery look despite her dire circumstances. His own situation rather bleak, Anakin took the warning and released Scintel, the Queen dropping to her feet as she doubled over, coughing and gasping for air. "A most curious Jedi... who cares more about his friends than his own mission." She mused upon recovering. "Hero. General. And now my servant." Her chuckled sent a shudder of anger through Anakin as he realized her intentions for him.

"I will not serve you." He growled, turning away. Scintel chuckled again as she circled him.

"Your heart is not in your words," she noted, Anakin realizing just how wily she could be, "you will stand beside me, a testament to my power." Scintel stated, suddenly producing his lightsaber. "Here, my bodyguard will need a weapon." Anakin snatched it from her grip and Scintel reveled in his defiance. "And you need not worry about your friends. They'll be quite safe." She promised.

Small wonder Anakin didn't trust her...

Later, Anakin was at the reins of one of Zygerria's native Brezak lizards, Queen Scintel behind him, her arms around his body and her head resting against his back. The cool air whipped past them both, the silence of the skies a welcome change from the chaos down below. The setting sun cast a brilliant myriad of colours across the clouds, reds, pinks, oranges and yellows illuminating everything for miles around.

"You were once a slave, weren't you?" Anakin heard Scintel softly ask in his ear.

"What makes you think I was a slave?" He retorted.

"The noble selflessness in your eyes," Scintel answered, "your commitment to the service of something greater than yourself. Your Jedi, the grand Republic, even your friends."

"I don't see commitment as slavery." Anakin countered.

"Oh, it is. When it comes at the cost of yourself." Scintel responded. "What you could be, with you willingly beside me..." she mused, arms around him again, "there's nothing we could not accomplish." Anakin's thoughts drifted to his lovely Padme, back on Coruscant. His heart pulsed just thinking about her and his reflection on his marriage fueled his determination.

"We are nothing." He stated. "You have all the power." That gave Scintel pause.

The Brezak swooped through the canyons and around the mesas of Zygerria, gliding through the clouds with effortless ease, its flight graceful and natural. It slowed only to alight atop the royal palace where Anakin disembarked before helping the Queen down. He turned to leave, but Scintel's firm hold on his hand pulled him back.

"What if I freed your friends?" She offered. "Would you promise to stay? Commit to serving me?" She wondered, petting the Brezak. Anakin did not respond, his eyes searching her, wondering what she was up to. "If a Jedi as noble as you gave his word, I think you might keep it."

"I don't trust you." Anakin flatly replied, walking away. Scintel huffed, not getting what she wanted.

"Haven't I been anything but honest? I have no reason to lie, I am who I am. It is you, you who are the complicated one." She stated, pausing before him and forcing Anakin to listen. "Now, Skywalker, the future of your friends is in your hands. If their future is to live as slaves, it will be you who keeps them that way." Scintel walked away, leaving Anakin alone with this thoughts. He did not trust the wily Scintel, nor did he wish to bend before he demands. He took stock of their situation; he knew The Wraith had taken Ahsoka, having seen so from the auction pit, leaving Rex and Obi-Wan's fates a mystery. If Scintel was right and they were being used as slaves, they would likely last a while before he would have to give his answer. He wanted him free, they could carry out the mission and save the colonists without him.

But then there was the question of his word. He was bound to it. If he agreed with Scintel's wishes, he would be morally obligated to do so and the consequences would likely keep him here, another prisoner of Zygerria...


Elsewhere, on Kadavo...

The Aurore-class freighter opened its bay doors to reveal Roshti, Obi-Wan and Rex, all of them bound and shackled as they were led out into the thick, putrid air of the volcanic world. As their eyes adjusted to the light, the first thing they saw was a courtyard, and then the dozens of Togrutans that filled it.

"My people... we have found them." Roshti wearily rejoiced. Obi-Wan was happy too, wishing this were under better circumstances. Their handlers urged them onwards with sharp, harsh shoves.

"Keep moving, skugs!" They ordered. Led into the open, they approached a rather large Zygerrian with blue fur, dressed in colorful robes and seated in a hover chair.

"General Kenobi," he greeted, "you are the first Jedi I have entertained at our education centre." Obi-Wan got the feeling that was a very sick joke. "Few possess a Jedi's resolve, and it is strength of will that is my greatest enemy." The Zygerrian pressed a switch on his chair and the floor under an entire line of Togrutans opened up, dropping them to their deaths in the active volcano beneath them. A horrified Obi-Wan and Roshti looked on, dismayed by the senseless waste of innocent lives. "Now that I have your attention, Jedi, be aware that it will not be you who suffers should you defy me." The Keeper informed him, turning and entering the facility as Obi-Wan was left to face the horrible reality before him...


Back on Zygerria...

The lingering sensation of static energy rippling across her nervous system caused Ahsoka to groan as she came to, rubbing her eyes as her blearily vision cleared. She didn't recall much of what happened after she was shocked, only that she'd felt the sensation before...

It was then, as coherency returned to her, that Ahsoka realized she was not laying on some hard and dirty floor but rather on the soft mattress of a bed. The Padawan sat up and realized she was situated in an ornate bedroom.

"This doesn't look like a prison cell." She said aloud, confused.

"I've heard prison takes a variety of forms." A familiar voice stated from behind. quickly turning about, Ahsoka let out a quiet gasp upon seeing a helmetless, armorless Wraith sitting off to the side.

"Wraith!" She was happy to see the familiar face of her boyfriend, especially after everything that had transpired. Her memory slowly returned and she recalled what had happened prior to her back out. "You're working for them?" She wondered with a pained look.

"Not by choice." Wraith admitted, rising and moving to sit beside her. "I've been directly charged by Count Dooku with protecting the Queen and her assets. And that meant having to stop you from... well, whatever it is you were going to do to her, which probably would've been preferable."

"You don't sound happy about that." Ahsoka observed, his tone shifting whenever his orders were mentioned.

"I'm not. The last thing I want to do is be of benefit to a society of slavers." Wraith replied. "Especially ones who are as cruel and proud about it like these people." He added in muttering. Ahsoka asked the obvious question.

"If you hate this so much, then why are you still doing it?" At that, Wraith sighed.

"Because I'm bound to my orders. And I don't exactly have a say in these things." He told her, sounding disappointed as the words left his mouth. He wasn't sure if that was a lie he'd come to believe or if that really was the case. What he did know was the innate sense that he could not shake: the urge to follow his orders that he'd known for a long time but only now was starting to loathe. Ahsoka could sense how disturbed he was and how torn he felt deep down. But she could also feel his very tangible hatred and disgust towards the practice of slavery. In a way, that aligned him with her and the others, something that she was actually excited about. Maybe she could convince him to help them...

"What happened to Anakin?"

"The Queen has decided to take care of him herself and I've learned that Kenobi and Rex have been sent to Kadavo. You I was able to commandeer from them with ease, it was either this or a cage for you." Wraith revealed. His final words caused Ahsoka to giggle.

"And I definitely prefer bedsheets to iron bars." She joked, making him smile for the first time in days. "You'll pardon me if I feel a strong urge to escape." She added, knowing she still had a mission to accomplish. Wraith had a feeling she'd be driven to do what she could, but knew that circumstances would dictate differently.

"I don't blame you. But for the moment it's best you stay here. It's not safe out there, especially when you're wearing that." He pointed out, and she knew he was referring to the shock collar around her neck. Ahsoka knew he was right, especially with how disasterous their recent attempt had been.

"Fair enough." She agreed. "Still, I can't just do nothing. We came here to rescue the Kiros colonists. They're my people Wraith, I can't just let them suffer like this!" Wraith could sense the energy within her and was determined to help however he could.

"And you will rescue them, in due time." He promised, taking one of her hands in his. "Where there's a will, there's way, my dear. And you certainly have the will." He pressed his lips to the backs of her fingers. "Might I suggest you take this time to refresh your thoughts? You are in a better position than your allies, you can catch your breath and think about how to best proceed without worrying about the Zygerrians watching your every move." He suggested. Ahsoka mulled that over as his lips moved to her exposed shoulder. "Think of my subduing you as simply pulling you back so you can assess the situation. This is really for your benefit, my dear." He added. She could sense the truthfulness behind his words and agreed.

"Guess there's not a whole lot else I can do." Ahsoka agreed. Wraith nodded in approval.

"Come, my dear, let's get you out of this gaudy thing." Taking great care, he lifted the jewelled piece from around her montrals, freeing her head as he cast it aside. She gave a little shake and breathed a sigh of relief. "Much better. Wraith concurred, nuzzling her tails with his nose. Ahsoka warmly chuckled, feeling his hands encircle her waist as he pulled her close. She hummed as he kissed her shoulder again.

"You seem a little handsy tonight." She observed with a slight grin.

"You are currently dressed as a slave princess," Wraith responded, kissing her cheek, "if I don't physically react to that in some way, there's something wrong with me. You've looked ravishing all day, you'll pardon me if a cop just a little feel." Ahsoka giggled in response, relishing in the attention as he kissed her jaw. "That and it's been a long few days and I've missed you." He added, his voice soft and his words ghosting against her cheek. "You're a welcome source of reprieve from my current circumstances."

"Don't like Zygerrians?" Ahsoka asked.

"Having spent the last ten days with them, no. I don't." Wraith replied, pushing thoughts of those horrid creatures out of his mind. He had the love of his life in his arms and that's all he wanted to focus on. "I definitely prefer the company of Togrutas." Ahsoka hummed as he kissed her neck, wiggling her body a little she shimmied closer to him. She felt his damp hair caress her tails and her sharp senses picked up traces of a woody scent.

"You smell nice." She whispered with eyes closed, basking in the smell and feel of her lover.

"I had a shower while I was waiting for you to wake up." Wraith revealed, his kisses slow as he lavished them upon her. Her eyes were open again and her gaze wandered down to her splayed legs, which was when she noticed something.

"My feet are surprisingly clean, considering I've been barefoot all day." She observed.

"You're welcome." Wraith replied as his lips left her collar. So he had cleaned them while she was knocked out. Ahsoka was surprised that hadn't woken her up, given how sensitive her feet were. It was nice to have a boyfriend who could do such things for her... without being asked! "I like this outfit on you." He murmured after a moment longer. "You should wear it sometime when you're not pretending to be a slave." Ahsoka had to admit, it wasn't exactly the most modest thing to wear. But if it appealed to Wraith's senses, she wouldn't mind putting it on again... in private.

"I'll keep that in mind." She replied. For a moment, they shared their feelings back and forth across their bond. After a long day of dealing with arrogant superiority, exhaustive acting and generally being surrounded by darkness, Wraith's presence was a great comfort to her. His kisses were by no means intrusive, or light and feathery. They were tender and reassuring, each one a further promise of his love. Ahsoka didn't quite feel comfortable with being so leisurely while her people were suffering, but since her hands were tied, what more could she do? Wraith sensed her hesitation as well as her renewed desire to act.

"I promise you, your people will be freed. You just have to be patient. The right moment will come." He whispered. His promise was just what she needed and Wraith felt Ahsoka relax a little under his touch.

"Then whatever will we do in the meantime?" She wondered, a hand tracing up his cheek as she leaned back to look at him. One of Wraith's hands gently cupped her cheek, his thumb caressing the white marking there.

"How about we see where this goes..." He offered, trailing off as they met to share a full and proper kiss. The feel and taste of her lips was something he'd longed to sample again, a pleasure that seemed so distant while he'd been trapped on the cursed planet. Having her here, reclining against him in his bed, was like something out of his dreams...

She was a dream come true.

"I love you." He spoke, softly and plainly. They were words he felt like he hadn't uttered in so very long.

"I love you too." When she whispered them back, Wraith forgot about everything. To hell with Zygerria, it's people, practices and rulers. This moment of tranquility amidst such primal ruthlessness was just what he needed after an emotionally-draining week.

He laid down, his body cushioned by half a dozen pillows, and pulled Ahsoka atop him. She came willingly, straddling his body in a position they'd been in countless times before. Sure, the circumstances were different and a little risky, but they'd proven before that their love was unrestrained... seeing as it already defied the current galactic norms.

"Will you take this collar off me?" Ahsoka asked, feeling like it was intruding on their intimacy. Not to mention she'd be better off without it. "Please? I promise I won't try to escape." She sweetly added. Wraith would've said yes immediately, if not for a sudden mischievous thought.

"I suppose I could be... persuaded." He playfully responded, grinning at her. Ahsoka smirked, understanding the hidden meaning behind his words. Feeling a little naughty herself, her hand slipped under the hem of his shirt and trailed up his muscled abs. She teasingly replied,

"In that case, why don't I show you just how persuasive I can be..."


Author's Note: Hope ya'll enjoyed this one. Stick around, part two is coming soon!