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The Capturing

[member="Vinskk Revamp"]​
The dancers of the local bar scenes were nothing too uncommon of the worlds spread throughout the galaxy, especially those with bigger potential flooding in as soon as they got the job. One of these lovely woman had just gotten the low wage job today, and as their special attire suggested with their name, they had a sandy past of twin suns.​
Jawn gently fluttered her sky blue robes into the air, twisting her hoodie around her body as she spun around to reveal all of the curves that showed past the comfy fabric. With a beautiful smile on her face, the woman turned to the crowds as she danced, only to turn back as a tease, gently flowing herself along with the breathful music of the bar musicians.​
 
Vinskk walked into the Mos Eisley bar, a shelter from the Tatooine sun. Upon arriving, he immediately ordered a juma juice on the rocks before taking a seat. The establishment was reasonably packed, but not crowded. The Trandoshan took a look at the center of the building and saw a lithe woman, accompanied by a band, dancing sensually, using the blue robe on her body to enhance the effect her already beautiful body had. It was love at first sight, but the lizard didn't see the woman. No, he saw all the credits this girl could make for him. With legs propped up on his booth, Vinskk continued to observe her, trying to think of a way he could make her his...
[member="Jawn Edwop"]
 
Jawn kept dancing for a few more minutes, then she was allowed a break. Her shift was nearly over, either way. After walking off the stage and into the back, she sat down and quietly rubbed her eyes, giving a low sleepy groan, then went straight for a mirror, checking herself to make sure she didn't look dirty any more for anyone who was putting their credits towards her. It was a decent living, she supposed, if she made people happy.​
[member="Vinskk Revamp"]​
 
The Trandoshan clicked when he saw the credit-register leave and went immediately to the bartender. "Bring the dancer to Trandoshan." Vinskk sat back and nursed his drink, planning out a way to take her, willing or unwilling.
 
Jawn quietly stared in the mirror again, then crossed her arms and looked over her nails a few times. While on break, she could do anything she wanted, anything at all, and she chose to make sure she looked pretty.

[member="Vinskk Revamp"]
 
Vinskk was on his third drink and getting angry. Where was she?
He fumbled with his stun cuffs and checked them quickly. Full power. Good. He could administer a potentially lethal flow of electricity, for punishment or execution. Crude, but it got the job done. The Trandoshan could already see the dancer's delicate wrists in the cuffs...
[member="Jawn Edwop"]
 
Jawn checked her holopad a few times, looking back to see her boss. Without saying a word she simply exited the back and started back home in a haste, off to check on a robot in building for herself. Any time she saw her boss, it meant go back home and get out of my bar.

That's what she usually went by.

[member="Vinskk Revamp"]
 
"We're sorry, sir. She's done for the day."
Vinskk nodded to the manager of the establishment and sniffed the air. Perfume...slight sweat...he could track her for days just with that whiff. He got up and exited, following the trail underneath the blazing suns.
[member="Jawn Edwop"]
 
Jawn hastily went to her little hut of a home, passing by before the sandstorm came in. She carefully locked the door behind her, then went into the small tunnel system to get into her room, from there, working on a special robotic piece that she'd been putting together for some time. She looked at the dim light hanging from the ceiling, then back down, concentrated on her work.

[member="Vinskk Revamp"]
 
The scent ended at this little hut, which Vinskk stood taller than. He checked the door. Locked. No problem. The Trandoshan looked around quickly, then took out a hydrospanner from a pocket and got to work removing the barrier...
[member="Jawn Edwop"]
 
Jawn pulled on a small welding helmet and bent over the mess of metal scraps and wires, slowly getting hidden in them as the robot flung it's arm up over and over as she struggled to work the circuits to a working state.

[member="Vinskk Revamp"]
 
Finally! The lock popped off and the door opened. He stooped down and entered the hut, looking at the welding table, where his prey was, unaware of his presence as he crept up behind her, stun cuffs in one claw and blaster in the other, just in case...
[member="Jawn Edwop"]
 
[member="Vinskk Revamp"]

Jawn slowly popped a single bolt in place, then softly cleared her throat, without even turning around, pushing another wire into place.

"Before you end up killing me or something of the sort, would you like to share a cup of tea?"
 
The Trandoshan laughed. "Human...Vinskk does not want to kill dancer." He was amused that she heard him come in. Must have been the creaky door. He was right behind her now as he took a swing with his blaster, seeking to gunwhip her with the minimum amount of strength necessary to knock her unconcious...
[member="Jawn Edwop"]
 
The Trandoshan shook his head at how easily his prey fell before him. He slapped the stun cuffs on her, then carried her out of the hut, making his way to the shipyard. Vinskk could feel the woman stirring on his shoulders. Good. She wasn't dead. "If human is not in coma, speak."
[member="Jawn Edwop"]
 
Vinskk sighed. Great. Irreversible brain damage. Well, at least he could sell her body off...
The Trandoshan reached his ship, the Broken Talon, astonishing the yard guards, who were silenced with a couple of well placed credits. He entered and went to an empty cage on the right, the first in an entire row of them. He threw her in there and turned the current on it on, preventing the girl from grabbing the bars. Now it was just a matter of her waking up...
[member="Jawn Edwop"]
 
The poor ex dancer laid on the ground, staring at the ground through tiny squinting eyes. She wasn't going to act like she could do anything.

[member="Vinskk Revamp"]
 

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