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[The Madclaw]

"Five thousssand creditsss for the wookiee."

Upon sight of this bidder, Madclaw’s rage boiled over and he bared his fangs, jaw yawning opening as a roar ripped from his throat and shook the air.

Not the Trandoshan.

He would kill him.

He would bite and tear him.

He would pull out his spine and suck out the marrow.

Madclaw strained against his shackles, against the chemicals pumping through his blood, longing with every fiber to leap through the ray shield and pound the reptile into meaty pulp.

 

[Ave Jathassa]

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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.​

 

[Voli Cholrass]

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As Catarina Talen ordered Voli to look at the crowd of people, Volis frown slowly became deeper. As much as he wanted to go in and kill all these assholes while freeing the slaves in the process, Master Talen was right. Voli normally would've been rational but in a situation like this, the Jedi were supposed to be heroes, the Calvary who would swoop down and take out the bad guys at least according to the stories. But Voli should’ve known that stories were that…… stories. Many facts were twisted and exaggerated to fit a feel good narrative. It was all well good to construct a story….. until you believe in it.

“What’s the point of waiting?!” Voli thought with bitterness. “The most infamous scum in the galaxy are here and we’re just going to do nothing?!”

It was hard to believe that Voli would be passionate in a cause, but the Jedi were slowly rubbing on her. “Next thing I know I’ll be a knight in shining armor throwing down lightning on people.” Voli thought.

“Okay Master Thalen,” Voli said. “But we need more people to care about this sort of thing. We can’t wait until the Queen gets kidnapped that we unleash the full might of the army.”

Voli shook her head. “Following your lead though.” She said with bitterness in her voice.

 

[Allura Kahli]

The auction was getting lively. Allura calmly regarded Sars Sarad as he called out nine thousand, Marlon Sularen and Aether Verd as they fought over a Mandalorian, and her admirer Hakar Scaleback with a hunger for the Wookie at five thousand.

The Umbaran regarded the lizard with the empty slate of her eyes for a moment. In truth, the man wasn't wrong. The Madclaw had never been one she truly wished to purchase. If she'd won, she would have released him but given the constant outburst and hard stares the Wookie gave it was obvious he'd be a problem even if she did free him. His reprisal might even be more vigorous if she simply let him go. As for it being 'known' to Hakar... "A favor then," Allura agreed with a nod. It never hurt to be owed a favor no matter how small.

Time was running out it seemed as their auctioneer called for the final bids. Allura, however, found her gaze elsewhere in the crowd over her shoulder. A strategic bid would do better than tossing money at the Black Sun blindly as those two fighting for the Mandalorian had.

As though to taunt Allura for her thoughts, however, Jek Raynar wandered in to drop a bid on Aiden Porte . The Umbaran slowly turned to regard the drunkard. "Five thousand for the boy," she replied evenly for Arcadian 's benefit. There were certain parties Allura was prepared to 'lose' to in order for other elements to satisfy their own agendas. Yet, Allura had her own agenda and losing both people she actually sought to purchase at this auction would be unacceptable.

 

[Jek Raynar]

As though to taunt Allura for her thoughts, however, Jek Raynar wandered in to drop a bid on Aiden Porte . The Umbaran slowly turned to regard the drunkard. "Five thousand for the boy," she replied evenly for Arcadian's benefit.

His eyes darted to the female that had found his dark visage of mirth. Like a ooze it shifted into a sloppy snirk and Jek smooched the air to blow the female umbaran Allura Kahli , his competitor bidding against him, a tender kiss. He waltz over near her and relit his death stick. Amazingly he somehow kept his Mandalorian wine bottle in hand.

" Well, well, Dont think ive seen one of," he paused. Brought the death stick to his mouth and inhaled and blew the vapors at the umbaran. ",... your kind. Oi, How bout this? If I win, i'll let you keep my jeedai." his face went stoic, but his body still swayed slightly. " I sober up, and I, I-I sober up fast, I take you out some time...And dont worry love, you dont neeed, to answer now. Just watch."

He lifted his death stick into the air with what felt like performative authority. " Ten...thousand...credits. For the Jeedai. C'mon give him up!" The illicit substance jabbed at Arcadian .

 

[Allura Kahli]

Allura turned her head just enough to bring the man clearly into focus as he drew nearer. Otherwise, the woman didn't reach into a pocket or cross her arms in a defensive desire not to be any closer to the man. A silent smacking of the lips even followed the exhaled discard of the death stick. It was by far the least odious thing she'd ever been subjected to. A woman in her field had to delve into some very peculiar places in order to get inside a hostile faction's guard.

Jek Raynar made his offer? and then shouted his counter. Allura, meanwhile, did reach into her coat to produce a thicker cigar. She idly drew out a guillotine cutter and snipped the capped end off with a single, sharp snap. A shadow of a smile curled one corner of the woman's lips upward as she pocketed the severing instrument.

"Fifteen thousand for the boy," Allura called out to Arcadian without looking in the auctioneer's direction.

"Got a light?" she asked of the quick-sobering Jek with the cigar nestled between Allura's fingers. She'd smoked even back on Kashyyyk; outdoors, of course, the Jedi Masters found the scented smoke to be disturbing (not to mention a 'bad example' to the Younglings, they'd said).