Private The Kingpin

[Valery Noble]

Sleheyron

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Outfit: Factory Link
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers

It hadn't been long since she last visited Sleheyron — the planet had always been a huge source of slave trade, and new sources had revealed big players in the slaver underworld that she was unfamiliar with. But that trip had turned into quite the disaster. Unforeseen circumstances had caused a massive slave uprising, leading to many of them escaping, and many of them dying. As was to be expected, however, the Hutts soon regained control and continued business as usual. The slave market was thriving and there just seemed to be no way to slow it down.

It wouldn't stop Valery from trying.

A new intelligence report had summoned Valery back to the planet, this time to look into a new Hutt rising in power and influence. She did not know his name yet, nor the extent of his influence, but she'd soon find out.

"If you make one wrong move, Jedi, we'll blow his brains out," The Weequay said, as he leveled a blaster against the head of her driver. The man had given her ride from the spaceport to one of the slave markets, but somewhere along the way, they were ambushed. Without any doubt, Valery knew that they had been betrayed, but by whom?

Looking around, she spotted several figures with rifles aimed at her, and others were hiding on a hill along the road with snipers. She had no trouble taking them out on her own, but the hostage situation made it much harder.

"...alright, but if you hurt him, you will be in trouble," she promised.

"Your weapons," the thug hissed, "Throw them on the ground."

Valery clenched her jaw, grumbled, but ultimately listened and removed both her blasters and lightsabers from her belt. She tossed them onto the ground and raised her hands, after which several of the thugs closed in to put her in cuffs.

<Boss, we got her,> one of the others reported to Jutteth Besadii Koragga via comms. <The Jedi our contact informed us about.>

Jutteth Besadii Koragga ​

 

[Jutteth Besadii Koragga]

After restraining the feisty Jedi, the group of thugs of various descent abruptly threw her into the back of the large shuttle-craft. Following her would be several other thugs, shuffling in their way besides her as they each found their own respective seats. Several rifles remained glued to her person, with the guards carefully keeping an eye on the woman as the shuttle began to rumble, hovering off the surface of Sleheyron. Their course was set for a quick transfer to the bustling city-planet of Nar Shadda, a notoriously slimy and corrupt planet imbedded deep with criminality and scum. While the ship blasted through the upper levels of the atmosphere and now into space, a couple of the thugs inspected her lightsaber and blaster, making a few comments to themselves.

{ -- BRZZT! -- }

Igniting the Jedi Master's lightsaber, the trandoshan thug, which appeared to be the leader amongst this group of scum, began waving around the Jedi weapon, spinning it around to the amusement of the others. The other hirelings of the Hutt began to laugh as their captain swung around the lightsaber, making a mockery of their new jedi prisoner. Shutting off the lightsaber, he'd toss it back into the satchel before taking a few paces towards the woman, now standing over her. Bending over slightly to meet the woman's face, now just inches away from it, he'd let out an amused hiss. The trandoshan's face was rough and scarred, his razor sharp teeth filed down even further to add to his unseemly appearance, the pupils in his eyes closed in on his recently captured prey. His large clawed hand sprouted from his side, gripping her face tightly before shoving the back of her head against the shuttle wall behind her with force. He'd turn her head slightly with his hand, putting her in earshot of his next words as he leaned in even further.

"Sssshouldn't go poking around in thingssss you might regret. Our bosss has a lot of friendsss jedi..."

Valery Noble
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[Valery Noble]

Sleheyron

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Outfit: Factory Link
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers

Knowing just how dangerous this situation was, Valery spent a good moment collecting as many details as she could for her inevitable escape attempt. She knew exactly who was with her, what weapons they held on their bodies, and how they felt to her in the Force. Some strong and on the confident side of the spectrum, others more cunning and unpredictable. Each had his role in the Hutt's slave empire, but they had made a mistake trying to capture the Sword of the Jedi, of all people.

She wasn't going to be restrained for long.

The situation, however, also offered her an opportunity — a chance to meet the Hutt who was behind it all and find out where he lived. She had her ideas, knowing their preference for their homeworld and its moon, but it hardly narrowed down an exact location.

For now, to learn more and perhaps stop them, she had to endure.

Valery groaned and clenched her jaw when the massive hand of the Trandoshan grabbed her face and slammed her back against the wall. The cuffs they put on her weren't able to keep her from using the Force, but she knew that lashing out in retaliation now would only cause her more harm than good. The Trandoshan, having turned her face to bring her ear closer to his maw, leaned in and spoke to her.

She felt a shiver of anger pass through her as a result, "Speaking of things we might regret," Valery said, "You might want to withdraw your hand." Suddenly, there was an unnatural pressure on the bones in his hand, forcing him to withdraw or risk a broken hand.

Maybe restraint wasn't as easy for her, given the situation.

"...bring me to your boss, and we'll settle this."

Jutteth Besadii Koragga ​

 

[Jutteth Besadii Koragga]

Reeling his hand back in pain, the trandoshan's slim pupils grew momentarily before recollecting himself. An angered hiss seared like a hot knife through his teeth as he took a few paces back from the Jedi. His angered demeanor quickly morphed into one of confidence, cracking out a twisted smile before returning words to her.

"I would be more cautiousss if I were you... the hostage you gave yourself up for isss currently on our other ship. Act out of line again and he'sss one call away from death."

The guards laughed in unison again, understanding that a jedi's strict moral code was their easiest exploitable weakness.

As the ship made its way through space, the Smuggler's Moon became closer in view. The bright city lights being visible and easily recognizable even from a sizeable distance. The ship continued its course, closing in on the moon's atmosphere as the main thruster engines were cut off, engaging the repulson engines while the ship prepared to land on one of the many landing pads surrounding the Hutt's estate.

The floating fortress was formidable in appearance, littered with guards of varying descent, accompanied with a few patrolling droid guard units as well. The palace was one of many scattered throughout the skies of the metropolis, floating above even the highest of skyscrapers, a true symbol of power for those on Nar Shadda while the most elite class looked down on the rest below. The shuttle came to an abrupt halt as the ship landed on the platform. They'd escort the Jedi off of the vessel, making sure to keep their rifles firmly planted against her back. Another smaller vessel landed just beside them, with the hostage from before being dragged out, a blaster rifle aimed directly at his head.

The party stood outside the main entry-point into the palace, waiting for the arrival of the Majordomo who was soon to come outside at any moment. The large trandoshan from before stood directly beside the captured Jedi, leaning in slightly before verbally prodding her again.

"If you stay on your bessst behavior, nothing will happen to your little friend, thievesss honor..."

After some time had passed, a cloaked individual of kubaz descent made his way through the large transparasteel doors as they shot open, flanked on either side of him by bodyguard droids. The kubaz, who carried an aura of authority around him, was without question the majordomo of this operation. Out of earshot to the captives, he'd give off a few orders and hand gestures before both the Jedi and the hostage were brought into the interior of the palace.

The palace itself was opulent and pristine in design, featuring over-the-top decorum and exotic furniture. Several suggestively dressed Twi'lekian women could be seen roaming the palace halls, giggling as they took note of the Jedi and the hostage with her. As they passed through the different halls, rooms could be seen featuring nearly every criminals desire; from various thugs enjoying different concoctions and drugs, to honored guests enjoying private dances, the rooms themselves were filled to the brim with notorious scum all throughout the galaxy. It wasn't long until they had finally reached the doors of the Hutt's personal throne-room, swinging open to reveal what was inside.

As they entered the large, ornately-decorate room, the kubaz bowed respectfully to the Hutt, speaking to him as he stared down towards the floor beneath.

"Your eminence, mighty Jutteth, we have captured the one responsible for inciting the slave riots on Sleheyron. She was seen carrying a lightsaber and blaster rifle..."

Valery Noble
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[Valery Noble]

Nar Shadda

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Outfit: Factory Link
Weapons: None

"Touch him, and there's nothing stopping me from breaking free," Valery warned him in turn. They knew the hostage was a useful tool against her, and she certainly wasn't going to risk his life, but it was their protection at the same time. They could kill him or hurt him whenever she disobeyed, but would they risk the repercussions? There was no Jedi more dangerous to provoke in the Galaxy, and her hatred for slavers ran deep.

It was a personal thing she struggled to control.

Soon enough, the shuttle reached its destination — Nar Shaddaa. Valery had been on the moon many times before, and each experience was unpleasant. From infiltrating a casino ran by another Hutt slaver, to a wild chase through busy traffic. This time, however, she wasn't in control of her actions and decisions. Once more, she was bound by her wrists and forced to endure the most wicked kind of people in this Galaxy.

It made her blood boil.

"You have no honor," Valery said before she drew her head away from the Trandoshan with disgust, "And keep your distance. You smell like a Dagobah swamp." She shuddered at the smell of his breath and turned forward to follow them up to the palace, where they stopped to be greeted by yet another figure. His aura and the confidence she felt in the Force suggested someone with authority. Perhaps a more direct connection to the Hutt.

Worst, though, was the interior.

Not the pristine decorations or luxurious furniture, but the people. Beautiful women forced to be here against their will, slave owners, thugs and scum from all across the Galaxy. No particularly recognizable faces or important people, but all of them were scum nonetheless.

Then, the doors opened and Valery finally saw him — the slimey slug of a Hutt that sat upon the throne of this palace. Her nose scrunched up at there mere sight of him, and the muscles in her toned body tensed.

"My name is Valery Noble, Sword of the Jedi," she said to announce herself to him. "I'm here to talk... business."

Jutteth Besadii Koragga ​

 

[Jutteth Besadii Koragga]

Following the announcement made from Valery and her stern words, the large throne-room was filled with an air of tense silence. This didn't last long however, with the chords of tension soon breaking under an enormous laughter that filled the space. Hirelings of the Hutt snickered and sniveled, chirping at the captured jedi in amusement while she made her intentions known. The laughter in the room came to an abrupt halt with a hand raised from Jutteth, who's eyes remained glued to the jedi before him. The Hutt's words boomed with a deep and raspy authority as he spoke his native tongue, quickly wrangling the attention of the wild thugs in his entourage.

<< You come to talk businesses, yet are chained up like one of my slaves? How does a proud Jedi of your standing come to find yourself in this predicament? >>

The Hutt jeered, taking quick note of Valery's angered appearance. The bubbles in the small spice-filled tank beside him bubbled and churned as he took a long drag of his hookah, dispelling a large cloud of smoke directly onto the face of the Jedi who stood before him. While Jutteth spoke to Valery, one of his personal guards made his way over to her, fastening a stun collar snugly around her neck. All the while this was happening, the hostage was left clearly in view beside her, with a blaster rifle being pushed against the back of his head, not allowing her to forget the stakes of her situation.

Valery Noble
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[Valery Noble]

Nar Shadda

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Outfit: Factory Link
Weapons: None

The sudden laughter that filled the void of silence did not seem to bother Valery, nor did it shake her confidence. She had been in this position many times before, with people greatly underestimating what she could do. It was something she could accept, and would later turn against them. For now, she had to set aside the discomfort of being confronted with this side of her past again, and face down this Hutt.

Perhaps she could even bargain her way out of this predicament. As long as it still guaranteed the life of the other hostage.

"You know why," Valery said, eyeing the hostage beside her. He was held at gunpoint, not because they feared him, but because they feared what she could do. To such an extent, that one of his thugs was signaled to apply a shock collar around her neck while his boss blew smoke into her face. Valery didn't cough or resist, but the look she gave him was full of anger. Personal anger.

The shock collar was one instrument that did make her feel uneasy.

"I'm sure you know this is only temporary. I suggest we find a way to part ways without unnecessary trouble."

Jutteth Besadii Koragga ​

 

[Jutteth Besadii Koragga]

Jutteth's eyes squinted slightly while keeping his gaze on the Jedi, he'd been alive long enough to understand the true capabilities of a Jedi and not to underestimate the unruly powers they could call on at any given moment. The display of force was a necessary one if he was to keep her in line, as was the slew of heavily armed thugs inside of the throne room. The trandoshan captain from earlier made his way towards Jutteth, handing him the satchel which contained the lightsaber as well as her other personal belongings. He'd examine the lightsaber handle for a moment before tossing it back into the satchel as the two guards carried the weapon away. His eyes glazed over to the hostage a few meters beside her, before returning to meet Valery's.

<< You seek an amicable parting? Yet you directly interfere in my business, foolish girl. I have many friends in high places, friends in the Republic. I believe a Jedi such as yourself has more concerning matters to attend to rather than the affairs in Hutt Space? >>

Jutteth retorted, taking a pause to drink from his large chalice, tossing it over to one of his servants as they quickly moved to grab it, running to the back to have it refilled momentarily. A deep chuckle boomed from the Hutt as he looked down at the Jedi, a twisted look of satisfaction growing on his face.

<< Or perhaps our meeting was not one of fate, could it be you've given up on the ways of the Jedi and sought me out for employment instead? You have the look for it, you'd make an excellent piece of my growing collection...>>

The entourage of scum and yes-men that lined the halls of the room all began laughing in response to the shrewd and reprehensible remarks of the Hutt, some of them shouting at her while others began clapping and whistling. Having his large glass refilled, the slug took another large swig before setting it back down beside him, waiting for a response from the agitated jedi.

Valery Noble
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[Valery Noble]

Nar Shadda

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Outfit: Factory Link
Weapons: None

"I seek an amicable parting for your sake, not just my own," Valery said, her tone clearly a warning. "Your business is more than worthy to be on the Jedi's radar, and whether it's me personally or another one of my Jedi, we will do what we must." Something she was sure he knew as well, but did it frighten him and his men enough to perhaps reconsider the expansion of influence? Surrounded by his people, she doubted he'd ever show any sign of weakness.

But as a Jedi, she needed to offer the chance to settle things peacefully.

The Hutt, however, had a very different idea about why she was here. The implication caused the people around her to laugh, whistle, and look her up and down like starved animals, but Valery herself snorted as well, though for a different reason. She laughed at the absurdity of his statement.

"Please, don't make me laugh," Valery said, her fiery gaze focused intently on him. "I'm afraid your collection isn't going to last much longer."

Jutteth Besadii Koragga ​

 

[Jutteth Besadii Koragga]

Even amongst the hall full of scoundrels and some of the worst men in the galaxy, the Jedi still oozed with an alluring energy of confidence, bringing many of the hardened thugs to a still silence after seeing the Hutt's remarks brought little worry to the eyes of Valery. In these halls and among these scum, Jutteth was the king, refusing to allow himself to be upstaged by this mouthy Jedi. His fat thumb grazed atop the toggle switch button located on his hand-held remote, one which controlled the shock collar attached to her neck. Pressing the button firmly, Valery found herself struck with an intense stream of pain as the collar sent powerful shockwaves throughout her body. Even with her physical constitution and strict jedi training, the continuous flow of electricity would likely bring with it a wave of intense pain, hoping to soften the infallible facade she was displaying in the room.

<< You are no longer in the Galactic Republic Jedi, your words carry no weight in my halls. I will make sure to remind you of your newfound station in due time... >>

Jutteth hissed in his native tongue, another wicked face of pleasure plastered onto his face as he now had control over the Jedi at the tip of his fingertips. Releasing pressure on the button for a moment, he'd give her a moment to recollect herself. The hirelings in the room shared a mixture of delight and allure, recognizing that the average person wouldn't be able to withstand half of what Jutteth had just unleashed on her. The hutt boomed with content, letting out a chortle before grabbing a hold of his hookah pipe, taking another long and satisfied pull from it. Waving his giant hand over to gain the attention of his goons once more, Jutteth continued.

<< These robes no longer suit her, have her brought down to the cells and changed into something more appropriate for our guests of esteem, make sure our friend is acclimated to her new home. >>

Following his command, the entourage of goons took hold of Valery again, pulling her by the back of the newly fitted shock collar before escorting her from the throne room with some prejudice. As they began moving her, Jutteth left with her one final comment before she was escorted to the lower levels of the cells.

<< And just to remind you one more time Jedi, your cooperation decides his fate. >>

Jutteth mused, fascinated by the Jedi's strict moral code, excited to see how she would deal with her current situation. The hall erupted into another spell of laughter as Valery was dragged down to the lower levels of the palace towards the cells.

Valery Noble
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[Valery Noble]

Nar Shadda

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Outfit: Factory Link
Weapons: None

A moment of silence passed between the thugs inside the room. Her unshakable confidence had not been expected, given her situation, and she could see in their eyes that they were waiting. Expecting — perhaps even hoping — for something to happen that would make them feel in control again. Something that gave them the power they sought by selling others into slavery, and forcing themselves above the lives of other people.

Their hope came in the form of an electrical current.

Despite her greatest efforts, she couldn't resist the natural urge to scream when she felt the sudden pain through her body. The current that lashed out at her was strong enough to put most people down for good, but to a Jedi Master, it was merely torture. She fell down to her knees, her muscles tense and her twitching, and sat with her eyes averted down to the ground by the time he released his fat, slimey finger from the button.

Her long hair had fallen in front of her face, but the fire in her eyes burned through that veil with a new intensity.

"You're... going... to regret that," Valery said between heavier breaths, before thugs around her closed in on her and pulled her back up to her feet. They yanked her along by the collar around her neck, and Valery had to fight against the powerful urge to rip the entire room apart with these people inside. But, as the Hutt reminded her, she knew her actions would have consequences for the other captive as well.

She had to find the right moment to strike.

"And his fate decides yours," Valery replied with her eyes burning into his soul one last time, before she was dragged away to her cell.

Jutteth Besadii Koragga ​

 

[Jutteth Besadii Koragga]

The Hutt could only laugh as the Jedi continued her veil threats while being escorted down to the lower levels. As of now he had the advantage and trump card over her, taking every minute to relish in the fact Valery was now under his control. He was high off spice and power, only fueled more by her screams of pain and pathetic resistance to the inevitable.

As Valery was brought down to the lower regions of the palace, the same scarred trandoshan thug from earlier kept his firm grip on her. She'd take notice of several of the other prisoners who were all inside their respective cells. The different prisoners hopelessly stared forward while they watched her taken to her own cell, yet another addition to the Hutt's growing collection of desperate prisoners. Letting out another sharp-toothed grin, the trandoshan removed the cuffs that were snugly secured around her wrists, shoving her into the dinghy cell before tossing over the outfit for her to wear. The costume left little to the imagination, both exposing and humiliating. Landing on the ground just before her feet, he'd let out a contempt hiss before slamming the thick cell door shut.

"Get yourssself changed quickly. Jutteth likes his girlssss..... presentable..."

The trandoshan and his small entourage unleashed a wild array of laughter as they took a few paces away from her cell door, talking amongst themselves while they waited for her to get ready. Another one of the prisoners groaned, pleading with the thugs to be released, prompting a quick jab with an electric rod to his gut, sending him onto the floor immediately.

Valery Noble
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[Valery Noble]

Nar Shadda

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Outfit: Factory Link
Weapons: None

It took every ounce of strength she had not to warp the cell door and break out to snap the Trandoshan in half. Being shoved in here was bad enough, but to be thrown a skimpy outfit and called one of Jutteth's girls made her blood boil. She wanted to refuse and fight, or resist until she was dead. But she couldn't do that. She couldn't give up like that, knowing how many people relied on her back home.

She had to endure.

Valery clenched her jaw and held the outfit pieces with trembling hands. Images of her first horrific experience with slavers were finding their way into her mind again, years after she had finally been able to move past them. All of that strength and resistance she had built up against them felt like it had faded in an instant.

But she could get through this.

"I'm done," Valery said a few minutes later, changed into an uncomfortable metal bikini of sorts. It left little to the imagination, and was likely meant not just for their amusement, but as part of a psychological game as well. It should make her feel beneath them, but no such thought crossed her mind. She stared each and every guard down with far greater intensity.

Jutteth Besadii Koragga ​

 

[Jutteth Besadii Koragga]

Swinging the cell doors back open, the men escorted Valery out of the prison cell, taking her back up through a narrow spiraling staircase, one that led directly back onto the upper levels of the throne room. From outside the large doors into the room the washed sound of feint music could be heard, coming to life as the doors swung wide open. Twi'lek dancers flooded the floor as the jazz band played their music; a lively echo churning through the large room. The band played with passion and fervor, not wanting to disappoint Jutteth. The vague slew of criminals and other wealthy denizens that littered the palace enjoyed their drinks and other exotic condiments as they were handed out by several servants. The party had officially begun, a celebration of his newfound success and booming business, keeping the criminal ilk of the smuggler moon well fed and content.

Valery was escorted by the hirelings as they meandered through the shifting crowd of dancers and other party-goers. Several eyes fell on the Jedi as she was escorted directly over to the Jutteth, who had just devoured a rodian swamp lizard with a single swallow. She was now closer to the Hutt than she had been before, his giant size looming over her as he let out another deep chuckle. Gripping a hold of his hookah pipe, he'd take another drag before dispelling the smoke up into the air. His eyes looked his new trophy up and down, pleased with her new uniform. Beside Jutteth was the hostage, gagged and still being held at gunpoint by the hirelings that flanked him on either side. Lazily waving his hand, he'd usher Valery to come closer as the trandoshan behind her gave her a solid push, bringing her even closer to the gross slug. His tongue flicked slightly, a contorted smile growing on his face. He could feel her malevolence towards him as if she was giving off a high temperature, enough hatred to melt his thick skin if she so wished.

<< A much better look for you, wouldn't you agree? Finally got those dirty robes off. You'll come to appreciate your new home soon. >>

The Hutt paused for a moment, wiggling his fat fingers as he grabbed a nearby deathstick that was sitting on the platter beside him, popping off the cap of the plastic cylindrical tube with his thumb before extending his arm.

<< I have the purest deathsticks in the galaxy, one hit of this and you'll forget about all your pent up hatred, you might even have a good time. Take it. >>

Jutteth insisted, framing his words like an innocent suggestion, but the underlying implications were obvious. She'd either take the deathstick and play along with his little game, or those she scarified so much for to protect would meet an untimely fate. Another wicked glance caught the fiery eyes of the Jedi, letting out another cascade of laughter as he awaited her response.

Valery Noble
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[Valery Noble]

Nar Shadda

Weapons: None

Once she had changed, Valery was escorted out of her prison cell and back up towards the sound of music. This wasn't her first time in a Hutt Palace, so as horrific as this experience was, it felt strangely familiar at the same time. Once they had climbed up the spiral staircase, Valery squinted at the bright lights for a moment, forcing her Keshian eyes to adjust to the abundance of colorful lights. The music was loud, though not loud enough to drown out the voices she heard around her, and it surely didn't distract enough to notice the looks she was given, as the Trandoshan nudged her along.

She hated everything about this place.

Juttah, the disgusting Hutt, was sitting up on his throne. He was eating living creatures, smoking his lungs to pulp and enjoying the power he felt, safely inside his palace. A power that she wished to take away from him with every part of her soul. But she needed to wait for her opportunity, and perhaps the aftermath of this little party would be ideal for it. When the booze and drugs had claimed their focus, she could strike.

"I wouldn't count on that," Valery snapped rather quickly after the Trandoshan pushed her disgustingly close. "You're going to regret everything." She gritted her teeth and looked up at him, as he reached for something on the side. Valery had never used drugs before, but she easily recognized it for what it was — death sticks.

And he wanted her to take a hit.

She knew what he was trying to do and she knew she had to somehow resist. But she couldn't reject the offer — not with the hostage down on his knees, held at gunpoint. With anger burning in her eyes, Valery reached for the death stick and raised it to her lips. The Force could filter much from her system, but she had no idea just how potent it would be. Reluctantly, the Jedi Master took a single hit and immediately coughed, as the smoke entered her system. The white of her eyes turned slightly red, tears began to well, and the world around her started to spin.

This wasn't good.

Jutteth Besadii Koragga ​

 

[Jutteth Besadii Koragga]

<< The more you fight it the worse it is, your dose is strong enough for those of my species and size.. >>

Jutteth remarked with a sly tone, his voice clouded for her as the sensations grew deeper. Strange geometric shapes and patterns began to dance around the corners of her eyes, the room itself began to feel and even look like it was breathing. The more she'd panic, she could see her own fears began to mirror and envelop themselves in her mind. Her victories, failures, regrets, temptations and trauma would present themselves to her in various forms. The two guards took a few paces back from the jedi as they released their grip, it would not be necessary while her mind and body were under attack by this harsh poison.

A wickedly crafted brew, spiked with dangerous chemicals and other ingredients harmful to force users. It would become clear to the grandmaster that what she was experiencing was far more powerful than a regular spice trip, and deadly. The Hutt favored the use of poison, mixing it with deadly combinations to break the minds of those who stand in his way; seeing no better opportunity than the one before him to test the limits of his drug on a jedi master. Only a twisted smile could grow on the bloated face of the slug while he enjoyed his mind game.

<< I can't continue to lie to you on good conscience, I've known of your doings for some time. You should know the same money that helps fund your zealous projects in the Galactic Republic are made with blood and violence. You enjoy your comfortable lives in the Core and Mid Rim worlds while the Outer Rim has always been the area of little concern, left to our own devices and way of life. Your righteous virtue does little to mend the wounds that lay deep within us, and it will do little to stop us. >>

Valery Noble
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