[14 BBY]

['Jedi Museum', Palace of Grakkus the Hutt, Nar Shaddaa, in orbit Nal Hutta, Y'Toub system, Mid Rim, Hutt Space]

Lanu Pasiq watched Amessa Darys carefully, moving her own lightsaber in a guard position, before flowing back into form four, jumping with the Force, spinning, twisting, mid-air, then again as her right foot hit the ground, her blade hitting the former knight's. Amessa countered, just as Lanu landed on both feet, swaying into the blow and then rolling away in that direction. It was showy, and more aggressive than Lanu had ever performed as a padawan, but her skills had evolved enough to do it now. It was a thrill of pride, even if she didn't win, as she wasn't that former 'washout' any more to herself.

Amessa swayed and moved as well, chasing as Lanu rolled away, her blade rising up to block the other's as she came out of the roll, rising up with a flurry of ferocious blows. It was an energetic form of combat, showy too, as they both fought with a series of flips, kicks, and telekinetic grabs and slams mixed in, the latest as Lanu found herself slamming into the wall behind her. Too late she managed to recover, her lightsaber having dropped as she'd gone airborne, starting to rise up and reach for…before being pressed down by Amessa's powers, the training blade now at her throat. Lanu pouted as the lights outside the ring brightened, some clapping coming forth as well as the congratulatory voice of hers and Amessa's mutual Hutt Master.

The victor offered her hand, a smirk on her face, and Lanu too it, allowing Amessa to help her up to stand, before turning, and bowing up to the now illuminated area around the 'training pit' inside the museum. Her owner was up there with his guests, and this was all a show as their master praised them both, the 'gates' opening the cleaning area now that the session was over. It was why she and Amessa had trained in proper Jedi robes…and was now why they were both shedding said robes and handing them over to the cleaning droids, clipping her lightsaber to her slave collar. Grakkus had little interest in their bodies sexually, but they did serve quite the show of power along with distracting guests such as he had now.

Lanu had really struggled with it at first as she climbed the steps and went into the fresher unit, allowing the droid hands to guide her as the sweat was washed off her body and her hair treated. Before then being fitted into scanty slavegirl, yet also quasi-Jedi robes at the back, outfit that display her body at the front. It did have a belt and various hook-points on it, her bracelets, and the thigh-lets, and she unclipped her blade from the collar and put it to her belt instead. Then sashayed seductively…or as best Lanu could manage, as basically everyone said she was bad at it, and it was that fact, and her pouting 'cute' (which she was not doing right now!). At least according to her tw'lek slave dancer trainers Tuu'luu and Siren.

So, Laun and Amessa swayed and sashayed their way towards their master, faces ignoring the others present but carefully feeling each of them out with the Force now that they'd drank, relaxed, and generally gotten entertainment as well. That was the point, a carefully choreographed routine planned out in advance for these guests as Lanu gave a wink and salacious smile to a Bothan giving some degree of lust as she passed, bringing her hand to her hip and flipping her cloak-back-robe-thing for effect. Then Lanu brough her hand up to him, still sashaying forward towards the Hutt, blowing a silent kiss at him, pushing on the target through the Force to 'focus on her, lust after her' as she walked backwards a moment. All before turning, bowing, then prostrating herself to Grakkus beside Amessa "Thank you for letting us serve and entertain you Master Grakkus!"

The 'honoured guests' were from the Confederacy, which was the reason for all the Jedi Slave Girl play-acting over day or two. Lanu found it sort of fun actually, as there were divisions in the so-called United Front before them. She shifted and lay on her side at Grakkus's front, Amessa across from her doing the same, resting her head on her hand, elbow resting on the floor. In truth Lanu could see the three factions amidst the group, with one obvious, but the Muun were in truth their own selfish little focus as well. It had been difficult to 'feel' at first, but the combination of alcohol, desire, and in one or two cases, barely restrained lust, had made things very apparent through the Force.

In simple terms…the war not going exactly as her Master would like it, though he, and the other Hutts, seemed less concerned about things than she, herself, might have been. Life here was, once she'd gotten over the shame anyway, was surprisingly comfortable and, slave or not, hard training expected…life was easier than in the AgriCorps. Less boring at the very least, and Lanu felt alive again, not just…a failed castaway. Here she had access to what Jedi lore and teachings as their Master had available and serving here was less demanding than the Council could be according to Amessa. Here they had focused, simple, albeit, like now, also subtle tasks to work with. They even had two padawans coming, and Lanu was thinking of a family even….

But that was irrelevant for now as she and Amessa lay there while the Hutt spoke, and the drinks were handed out by various slaves meant to appeal to the Confederates. In this case human females rather than the usual fair of twi'leks, and it was partly aimed at the Bothans who were…doing something, but what she wasn't sure of beyond what Grakkus had displayed. The Sith on Kuat had negotiated with the Hutts, and the reason she was here, serving as she was, had gathered advantage…for now, remembering as she played the most submissive and slutty Hutt slavegirl…

And then crushed the so-called Sith acolyte as he'd presented himself. The boy had been some idiot's padawan and had no idea how to rein in his emotions in his little 'display' against her. Lanu knew he'd planned to try kill her at first, but anger and lust had not been a good mix as she couldn't stop looking at her bare breasts and wanting to 'claim his prize' or some other such nonsense. But it had made the point that *her* rather than *his* master had wished, even if the Sith had been granted a 'secret route' through Hutt space to begin evacuating the clone armies said Sith needed.

One that would never reach Kuat as a whole she thought as she rose from her spot a little while later, preparing to dance, and then to 'conveniently' leak information over drinks, which would then be leaked itself to other Republican factions. The Hutts would not break their word after all. Not at all. No, it was just that she was a Jedi, and had been in attendance at the meeting, and, oh so offended that she decided to drunkenly whisper words that had nothing to do with Hutt-space. Unfortunate that those systems were a connection point for a certain Sith's forces in the future, now, wasn't it?

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[14 BBY]

[Slave Markets, Market District, Nar Shaddaa, in orbit Nal Hutta, Y'Toub system, Mid Rim, Hutt Space]

Jacques Bloodstar….he hummed to himself, reminding himself he was Lord Jacques Bloodstar now, even if said Lordship was a backwater colony to much of the galaxy. Nor did it change the fact he was still playing the rakish and less than savoury character he'd worked at many years ago. It certainly helped when dealing with ones 'old acquaintances' on the darker side of the galaxy's quadrants, such as now, and that, itself, helped with his own role within the new Imperial Intelligence services, as well for the Imperial Inquisition. Why, he was so good a warden for the secret Jedi Prison that one of the inmates was now serving as one of bodyguards…even if she was dressed as a bookish, dull, and boring secretary currently.

Saato was being tested, as much as he was, and this was a very convenient occurrence as he perused the flesh markets, glass of wine in hand, with her and his two formal bodyguards in their Mandalorian armour. Braika's boys and girls training there, even if only one was of the two was a born Mando, and they'd served their role as Nar Shaddaa….was still Nar Shaddaa, and that meant not safe. Not safe in the least. Even for a protected guest such as hims, one officially engaged by the Empire for his less than savoury tasks. Of course that wasn't his true task either thanks to Hanna and Daron, and through them the Imperial services….or at least not his sole purpose in being back on old stomping grounds Such as why he sipped his glass, idly speaking to twi'lek female leading his group along.

"While I must compliment the quality of the stock as it were, I would remind my dear lady we are seeking out technical skills in our purchases rather than pleasure slaves"

"Our stock is both attractive and talented, in many positions, Lord Bloodstar" the agent of the Hutts replied pleasantly, gesturing at the unfortunates in the better display cages in varying states of undress, if wearing anything at all. Trust the Hutts to distract with flesh and booze…the years had not changed the former pirate and smuggler thought as the twi'lek waved forward "Several of these females are quite technically talented of course, with degrees in a few cases. But it is also a matter of having to pass through these stocks to get to the other sections. Displaying the highest quality for auction you understand"

"Indeed" he murmured politely, nodding. It was true after all, with the auction of this mix of captured slaves, and those refugees that had sold themselves into slavery. Nar Shaddaa was neutral ground and, currently, awash with various agents and emissaries of all factions even as it's business, dark as this was, continued…though prices had risen as supply became an issue. Which was why he was here, along with a handful of other Imperials, buying slaves to free…or quasi-free, as there was always a handful who didn't like the idea of becoming colonists on the frontier. But it was the bribe by the Empire as well due to making slave trade using the hyperlanes to be actually illegal and enforced unlike under the Republic "I imagine they will catch quite the price, though our need for such is….limited. I'm sure you understand?"

She did, of course, all this being polite theatre as he led to the unfortunates he was buying….partially to cover up who they actually wanted to buy. The less-of-an-enemy-Republic in the Core was equally sending in its spies and Jedi, and they'd made up a mistake here, or, perhaps, being too successful with an asset they shouldn't have used. Because it was known, badly, disguise or not. The Hutts did not want the political embarrassment of simply killing said agent, and while he suspected vanishing her had been on the cards…they would have been taken as killing in time as well, souring things with the Republic faction. Said faction the Hutts preferred over the Kuati backed one as best he could tell.

So, he was to make it look like a mistake…or perhaps that they, themselves, caught the agent by 'mistake' after a shipping error. They'd found out something they weren't supposed to, but that something was time sensitive, and Jacques had been told the asset needed to be removed from the board for that time period. So, the Hutts had arranged for the agent's handler to be delayed due to issues that wouldn't break cover, and then have himself, coincidently, be perusing the slave markets. Because this was all on schedule for him, and the enemy/ally asset was on the 'List' Daron had gave of individuals that were to be 'kept safe' as it were. So, Jacques would kill several birds with the one stone as he idly inspected various 'property', checking knowledge of technical skills as engineers or pilots amongst the, largely twi'lek and togruta, slave stock here.

That was a favour to Ryloth, but also covered the current inspect as he viewed up the current Togruta captive secured by ankles and wrists to the wall the display box/force-cage, eyes widening as he gestured at her "Yes, this one as well. Lucky you my dear, you've got the skills the Empire needs to purchase your freedom!"

All the others before her were genuinely happy, this was one though had a damn good fake smile, though she had a moment's horror first as she realised what was occurring, at least in part. Ahsoka Tano would very soon be in a holding coffin and sent on her way to a secure site, and, eventually, to Rodia or whatever the kriff Daron ended up. That would be his problem to deal with then Jacques thought as he glanced at Saato, then ensured the Jedi grasped he'd grasped her identity. The Hutts didn't want the Republic finding out they'd sussed out the Republic's little spy operation, and so he had the agent and the various other 'high price' assets knocked out and secured before he left. That was favours done for now…

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