One by one people flooded the auction, more Black Sun Vigo, independents, even major names from neighbouring power. Sith, Imperial, Mandalorian. They wash the disgust of slavery in her mouth like a bottle of napalm would.
The Pureblood Vigo decided to approach one of her colleagues,
Hakar Scaleback
, leaving her guards and entourage in their current spot. She never likes him for obvious reasons; Trandoshan, slaver, temper that would rival a Pureblood. Yet she sees opportunity to raise chaos, to make her forget the sorrow of growing up a slave, to make her feel better about herself by putting others down.
“
Look at them, walking in like they own the place, talking like their authority matters here,” she slithered besides the Trandoshan Vigo, sliding her arm on his lower back, leaning her head to whisper.
“
Mandalorians, always thinking that they are better than us, that they deserve to rule above us,” she shifted her gaze towards the Mandalor, and the Sith beside him. What a hypocrite. By now she already forgot about the slave she bid for.
“
It would be funny if one of us raise the bid to, 80, eh?” she chuckled, checking her account in her holopad.