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To break an angel

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Business flowed through the ominous slave city, with the recent selling of custom slaves, and slaves brought in . The city was largely booming, constantly having a shifting population after the demise of many lives entering the horrors of slavery. The corrupt sociopath ruled things with an iron fist, having tribute paid to him and having his company flourish as a result. However things were not going so well for the filth infested Hutt , as his stench filled the room . His frustrated face as he heard from his scribe about news of an angelic being freeing some of his by causing a massive riot.


"Oh Mighty Zelgetha ! We have a slave riot that is getting out of hand even for your gamorean troops! It seems she came swooping and starting trouble." . The whimpering servant looking at the angered crimelord, "Th- th- the-they have been able to contain it to one smaller portion of the slave quarter however. But do not have enough experience or manpower to deal with this threat. Due to most of your people being scattered throughout the planet." . The red eyed killer grabbed his failure of a servant, crushing him with his cybernetic claw. His squealing as an example to failures, "Failure is not acceptable! Contact Skosk Fett , we need somone with experience in these matters. No one is allowed to enter but him!Give him big MOULA! "

The fearful servants immediately scrambled to get Skosk Fett to get down planet side, hoping not to feel the wrath of Zelgetha.Meanwhile the area were this angel was , was heavily under siege receiving constant blaster fire from the gamorean patrol teams surrounding the area. The area for all intensive purposes was a warzone with slaves throwing projectiles and whatever they could find to return the nasty fire these loyal brutes of the Hutt gave. Melee troops were waiting in reserves should the slaves have any big idea of making a charge to the battle lines of Zelgetha's forces. Would they submit, or follow the angel that incited this riot ?
 

Valgærd

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Well... This had not gone according to plan.

The slave quarter had become a warzone. Slaves on one side of the wall, the disgusting Hutt's troops on the other. The terrified, vengeful slaves hurled their projectiles over the makeshift barrier we'd erected, the troops firing back upon them. The poor slaves were no match for the superior firepower of the well-equipped troops, we all knew as much. Even with their secret weapon:

Me

It had begun simply with my intention to sneak a few of them out. I wanted to free them, to give them a second chance. But I couldn't stop at a few. I wanted to free a few more. Then someone saw my wings. Then, all hells had broken loose. I'd found a vantage point atop a pile of rubble and crouched behind it, shielding a small child with my wings. They weren't exactly built to repel blaster fire, but I nevertheless felt the girl was comforted by them. From here I gaze out desperately, drawing on the force to empower the hearts and minds of the slaves. They wanted this, they wanted to fight for their freedom. I admired them for that.

But how much longer would this go on? There were injuries, casualties even. I'd healed a few of them already, and weakened myself significantly in doing so. I grimaced, using a short break int he blaster fire to hurriedly fly down to the ground and pass the child off to the arms of her waiting mother. I glanced from the woman to the grounds around us. There was a hole, a gap in their defences. If I could draw their attention, the woman and her child might just have a chance of escaping. I met the slave's eyes, nodding to the gap,

"Go! I'll hold them off as best I can!"

She nodded at me, cradling the child in her arms. Together we turned, her towards her chance at freedom, and me towards the waiting blaster fire. I ducked behind a sheet of steel as it started back up again. Oh if my sister could see me now, I know exactly what she'd say. As [member="Aspri"] entered my thoughts, I bit my lip. Sorry, sister. I whispered to myself. I glanced towards the woman one last time. Our eyes met. She nodded.

Then I stood, launching myself into the air and flying to the other side of the slave quarter,

"Over here!" I cried, "I'm the one you want!"


[member="Zelgetha The Hutt"] | [member="Skosk Fett"]
 

Skosk Fett

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[member="Mavarah"]

Skosk Fett had been given a bounty to detain a Diathim, one that had beautiful brown hair and captivating black eyes. There was a reason they were considered the most wanted, and beautiful race. Pure beauty is what they were, angels, but the Fett was on the job. The Bounty Hunter was to bring her alive and to crush this revolt.The masterful hunter was not paid to question right from wrong, but to kill and capture those who were needed. His ship had arrived two hours after the revolt begun , most of the slaves had been killed or managed to escape.This was due to this angel's distracting flight and words. Gamorean's were good guards, and soldiers to put in the meat grinder of a battle, but they were not the smartest, and could easily be deceived . There were many slaves however driven deeper into the quarantine, and it was obvious that she was a typical do gooder in the yellow eyes of the hunter.


His T-Visor looking at the carnage upon arriving to the scene, the slavers only took three casualties to the devastating and futile rebellion that had begun here. What was stopping them from ending this? Zelgetha's orders, which were clear that the soldier of fortune could only enter the fray. He was in full beskaram, his massive frame making him look like the massive tank of a being that he was. It was the whole point of his armor design, to show his muscular, and bulky frame to those he was facing. Many could see the terrifying figure move forward, his silent demeanor ended looking at the wreckage their were many defenseless women. "Time to break an angel. " , the mountain of muscle grinning underneath his bucye.Making his way to them, and holding his repeater in his right hand he grabbed one of the hiding individuals.Squeezing her hard enough not to kill her , but enough to have the angel come to her aid. The mercenary had no intention of killing her, but would torture her until this self proclaimed savoir would arrive to help.

The very act of being evil made the resolved hunter sickened , but he would not give up. The workhorse would collect this bounty today, using any means necessary.
 

Valgærd

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It was the beskar’ram I saw first.

The mountain of a man stood out from the uniformed gamorean soldiers by not only his built, towering stature, nor simply the way he walked in, not keeping to the ranks they’d formed. It was his confidence, the way he moved with seemingly no regard for the admittedly amateur weapons of the slaves. Having all but exhausted myself healing and empowering these people, I had no energy to reach out through the force and investigate him, but I watched as he approached a group of huddling, terrified women.

But I didn’t have to reach out through the force to realise his intentions. I let out a gasp right as he grabbed one of the women. She wailed as his vice-like grip closed around her. I knew it was harsh and strong because as I watched, I felt it too. I stumbled, before hauling myself to my feet and racing towards them. Not wanting to give the man any reason to hurt her further, I stayed about 20 feet away.

“Let her go!” I cried before I could stop myself.

Standing opposite the huge, muscular being, I could finally get a good look at him. Horns protruded from his helmet. A… Zabrak, maybe? I stared into the T-Visor, squaring my jaw as my fists balled at my sides. I dare not do anything that might cause him to kill her. If there was one thing that had been made abundantly clear; they didn’t seem to care much for the lives of these poor creatures.

“What… do you want?” I asked, daring to take a step closer.

He hadn’t gone for me, but for the girl. Clearly, it seemed, this man wanted to bargain.


[member="Skosk Fett"]
 

Skosk Fett

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[member="Mavarah"]

The light skinned beauty had the conviction and innocence of a saint. This was not what put the Bounty Hunter off guard, it was her heart to get what she believed was right , done. Bravery surrounded the being that approached him, slowly and cautiously , his eyes scanned the potential threat. Unarmed, wearing nothing but tunic cloth , and pants , her slim build topped off with wings. Pure surprise filled the attacker, he had seen this type of behavior from his vod. But not from an outsider, she wasn't doing this for glory or money, but for others.The selfless , kind , and good being didn't deserve this. She deserved better then a life like this, he half expected her to have armor, and a weapon of some sort. But here she was, with no weapon , and what seemed like no training , saving strangers. Should the hunter get a chance, he would end these slave operations on this world. Slavery was against everything the mandalorians , and Clan Australis stood for. Whoever she was, she would make a fine mandalorian, its too bad he had to do this to her.


His repeater was set for stun, she asked him what he wanted. The T-visor spoke nothing, she was lured in. After calculating that she was not far enough to escape, he let go of the women and threw a force breaker grenade. After the mist and steamy gas plagued the air, the heavy weapons expert fired away at her wings, aiming at them so she had no options. This would hopefully be over quickly before it began, the rebellion's heart was this bastion of hope infront of him. She was virtuous, and certainly was a looker to the crude being. The yellow eyes of the workhorse thought about her in ways that will be kept privately secret to the audience. The dominant force would pursue and conquer his bounty at any cost necessary however, and he would do anything to bring her to the hutt. "Give it up, there is no escape ."
 

Valgærd

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The man didn’t answer me.

I could feel his gaze burning into me through that terrifying T-shaped visor I’d come to know. The light glinted off the horns protruding from his helm. Beneath his armor I could practically feel muscles clenching around the poor woman in his grip. Unlike me, unlike the poor slaves around us, he was completely prepared for this fight. Well-kept armor, a protective helmet, a weapon. I felt so inadequate before him, realising with crushing certainty that this rebellion had been doomed from the start.

Why did he stare at me like that?

What happened next happened in a flash, but time seemed to slow at the same time; it left me forced to watch but unable to act. It began with him throwing the woman to the ground. She put her hands out in front of her, landing hard, but not hard enough to injure herself. I reached out my own hands. Intending to use the force to catch her. However, in the same moment, he threw some sort of grenade at me.

The canister landed at my feet, hissing as it spewed some kind of thick, steamy gas into the air. My hands instantly went to my mouth, covering it as I coughed and retched, the gas filling my lungs. My eyes stung, watering as I tried to squint through the fog at the Zabrak. But I couldn’t see him. I dropped to one knee, my wings flapping weakly like an injured bird as I tried to clear the gas from the area. Looking around, I thought I could make out shapes in the fog. A face, the red glow of a lightsaber blade, a black feather…

“Aspri!” I gasped, dissolving into another fit of coughing, “Aspri are you there?!”

As the mist cleared I heard the distinctive pew of a weapon firing. In the same moment something hit my wing with a thud. I yelped, my wing instantly falling useless at my side. Another shot, the other wing fell. Tingles like pins and needles shot through my stunned wings, laying useless in the dirt as I tried to bring them up again.

They felt so heavy when I couldn’t use them. I dropped to my other knee, my hands landing in the dirt as I struggled beneath the weight of my own wings. Something had changed. The gas from that grenade had… had severed something. I gazed around me as the man spoke. All around us, the slaves were beginning to falter. Some fell, some raised their hands, dropping their weapons. I couldn’t feel them anymore, but I could see from their faces the heaviness in their hearts. They had lost their morale. The battle had been won; and not by us. My own heart sank for a moment as the realisation settled on me like a weight heavier than my own wings.

That dread turned to icy fear as I gazed up at the one responsible. He stood over me, weapon in hand, no doubt ready just in case I had another trick up my sleeve. Not this time.

“Just… let them live.” I replied, indicating I had no fight left. “don’t kill them, for something I started.”


[member="Skosk Fett"]
 

Skosk Fett

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"Your submission is noted, good girl." , the hunter said in a commanding voice. The Fett felt bad for the whimpering, and weakened angel, she had fallen. The large giant made his way behind her putting his knees on the center of her back, where wings were to her sides motionless. The captive was powerless , weakened for draining so much energy already, there was no chance for her to face such an engagement with a trained soldier of fortune. The amount of muscle mass and weight could be felt as he imposed it on the smaller and gentler being .


There was no intention of him harming her, putting only enough to keep her in place, cuffs were brought out. The professional cranked them out and attached them to her hands , CRACK ANKKKK! was what noise could be heard as he tightened the tool around her hands. His prize was collected , and the green brutes were given the go ahead to move in. As quickly as this revolt began, it also quickly fell in such a way.


The mandalorian strapped his repeater to his back , releasing pressure with his knee and forcefully yanking the lightweight upwards to him her round waist among other things in front of him. The guns that were his arms quickly positioned to hold her in a controlling and constricting way as to not allow the prize to escape. His left arm held her cuff's tightly , holding the chain with a tight grip of a wrestler. His other arm was navigating through her hair and was doing his instinctive pat down, slowly making his way up to her waist before abruptly stopping as to not violate the broken being.Afterwords, the intruding arm immediately then went to her right shoulder gripping her closely to him. This was a common technique used among many hunter in the galaxy, in order to have any fugitive secured and captured. Using this simple and effective technique, the zabrak whispered to her.


"You resist , I hurt you, you dont resist and everything goes well. You will not be a slave, you are not the Hutt's to own. Do you understand? I offer you freedom ,under one condition." , the two of the making their way to the Hutt . His Visor looking down at the long haired beauty.

[member="Mavarah"]
 

Valgærd

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Defeated.

I felt my heart sink as the creature walked around me, wincing as I felt his knee on my back. His words hung in the air. My heart raced in my chest, my breaths quick and shallow as I waited, helpless. He placed a knee on my back, causing my wings to twitch with the instinct to move and protect me. However, still under the effect of the stun bolt, twitching was all they could do. An involuntary gasp escaped my lips as the cold metal of the cuffs slid around my wrists. At the same time the gamoreons began to move in around us and subdue the rest of the slaves.

I kept my attention on the hunter behind me. Perhaps being cut off from the force would be a blessing in this moment, not knowing their fates might be the best thing I could hope for. Another soft whimper escaped me as he leaned back, perhaps holstering his weapon. My hair fell about my face as I crouched in the dirt, literally beneath the massive hunter as my thoughts swirled in my head.

Suddenly, I yelped as he roughly yanked me to my feet, standing trembling before the man as his vicelike grip held me in place. He was so huge and so strong. I felt so tiny and helpless, pinned beneath the hunter’s huge arms. I felt my breath leave my lungs in a hushed gasp as he held my waist. With eyes wide, I stared up into that blank, expressionless visor. His hand moved to my hair.

For a moment I was frozen, confused as I felt his fingers running through my brown tresses. It was… a comforting gesture, nice even. I closed my eyes for a moment, allowing myself a mote of comfort until I realised what he was doing:

Searching me for weapons.

I bit my lip, opening my eyes and dropping my gaze to the ground as my cheeks burned with shame. I held my breath as he continued, forcing myself not to let out a wince. However, he likely still felt every time I flinched at his touch. My heart was raging against my ribs now, so hard that I yelped in surprise when he grabbed my shoulder and pulled me close.

He whispered, the giant’s words trickling into my ears. I suppressed a shudder as best I could, vehemently telling myself that it was fear I was suppressing and nothing else. I walked in silence with him for a few steps,

“Wh… what condition?” I murmured, cringing at how soft my voice seemed.

I was hardly the beacon of hope the slaves had seen me as only a few moments before. But my brow furrowed as I steeled myself in determination. If he expected me to sell out the ones that had escaped, or to help keep the others subdued, I would take the slavery.


[member="Skosk Fett"]
 

Skosk Fett

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[member="Mavarah"]

The brute smiled as she innocently asked what the condition was , "You will be mine to have as my partner, I will make you into a mandalorian. I will teach you our ways , and you will raise my children as their mother. I will buy your freedom regardless, but you will never be free as one who becomes a mandalorian, we embody it , along with strength, and family. Our culture is superior , if you release yourself to me, you will always be free. Leave yourself to freedom with being mine, and you will have what you want in this galaxy. A strong partner." , the towering mandalorian was at the gates of the palace by then. Before moving forward he pulled her closer, face to face, "I can see when a pretty angel such as yourself is into me. You are blushing." , the deep voice of the captor laughed . His hands touching her cheek to attempt to make, the pale , white, skin turn red. She was beautifal , and had a heart of a mandalorian, of course the attraction would start to naturally build up.

Before she had a chance to respond he whispered, "Let me do the talking , and we will get out of this. Make your choice then." . The brute tossed her to the ground like a rag doll !The war crazed ruffian pointed his repeater at her, still set on stun " Move it !" , the throne room is what awaited them, as gamorean guards escorted the two of them inside. What happened next would undoubtedly connect these two in some way. She had a choice, and he made his , he broke her in combat showing her the superiority of mandalorian culture in war, and now he was giving her a taste of the freedom the culture would provide her. Confidence is key to attracting anyone, and he exhibited it throughout their encounter. The overzealous hunter felt her had this in the bag, he would get the girl , and the fame of such a high profile bounty. It was a win win for him.
 

Valgærd

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The mountain of a Zabrak spoke, his deep voice rumbling through the air as we walked.

He offered to buy my freedom... in exchange for becoming his. Was this not just slavery by another name? But even as my brow furrowed at the thought, he continued, offering to teach me the ways of the Mandalorians, to be welcomed into their culture. Well, what choice did I have? To accept this condition from the hunter and give myself to him, or take my chances with the hutt? I recalled the conditions in which I'd found the slaves with a shudder, whatever life would be like under the thumb of this monster of a Zabrak, it had to be better than that.

I opened my mouth to speak as we reached the gates, but only gasped as he suddenly pulled my towards him, moving so the two of us were face to face. His deep voice proclaimed how I was blushing with a growling chuckle. Into him? The creature that had defeated me on the battlefield? How could he presume that I would even have the presence of mind to fall for something like him? Why did my heart flutter when those yellow eyes met mine?

I cringed at my own fluttering heart, how soft I felt, how weak. How was I the same person that had inspired the slaves to revolt? What was it about this man that turned me into this mewling little thing? Was this what the sith had done to my sister? I took a tiny, ragged breath, feeling with a sinking heart as my cheeks grew warm, blushing even more, as if to prove him right.

He spoke again, warning me to let him do the talking. Perhaps that would be for the best. But as I moved to nod in agreement, he suddenly tossed me to the ground. My wings were still stunned, so they were unable to break my fall as I fell to the ground with a thud. I groaned, stunned as pain lanced through my entire being. I turned my head enough to see that his repeater was once again aimed at me. My heart skipped a beat as I remembered the angry, painful tingles it had sent through my wings. I scrambled to my feet as quickly as I could, hurrying to obey the barked command as my head stopped spinning from the impact. More gamorean guards flanked us, escorting is into some kind of throne room.

My steps slowed as we approached the centre of the throne room, keeping my mouth shut as my thoughts swirled in my head. Standing on shaky legs, my head turned to glance at this hunter, this man whose name I didn't even know, hoping he would keep his word, even if that meant I had to give him mine.


@Skosk Fett
 
The revolt had come to a stop, and the mandalorian for hire was responsible for such a victory. A crate of credits were prepared with five of his best gamoreans guarding it. The throne room was luscious, containing a light tan color throughout the walls , having Hutt styled pillars , and many Hutt antiques from the days of the Hutt Empire. There was a dancing area to the right , that Zelgetha's red eyes were glued too. The overgrown slug feeling enjoyment from watching his enslaved dancers dance for him in provocative clothing. There were other areas for the guests to drink wine and have a great seat.

Riches, slaves , power, drugs , all were orchestrated by this crime lord on Hutta , all which the psychopath grew immensely.Zelgetha was very much like his forefathers , cold, calculating , and ruthless . "Boss, the revolt is over and your champion returns with your prize, this angel has been broken, captured. " . The sharp eyes of the criminal examining the fallen angel, her wings obviously stunned by the hunter, as they we flopped to the rock hard floor of the palace. Strangely enough she was not bleeding , suffering very little seen damage, these would be the last acts of kindness she would see.


The hunter was known to be a more physically aggressive warrior. The crime lord watched as the massive, bulky, muscular, and armored Juggernaut walked into the room. The red T-Visor speaking very little words, showing no emotion. Such a sight scared and made many unsettled by the threatening being. However, Zelgetha had his personal walker ready, where he was confident in his ability to use it. Should the time be necessary. Both individuals equal of one another.


The burping and belching of the slaver continued as the nasty being grew excited,"Ho Ho Ho, yet again you impress me. I offer you your typical pay along with a boon for helping me stabilize my city! Choose wisely, hunter!" , the stench from his throat plagued to the other side where the party was standing. The massive result of living a life of gluttony, was what many would describe the Hutt as. The powerful figure gave a charismatic smile not expecting what would come next. His guards coming to seize the captured angel, both armed with powerful axes.

[member="Mavarah"]
 

Skosk Fett

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[member="Mavarah"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KeTgginH0lI


"I want this Diathim, I will buy her off the amount of money she will cost. You already will be making that money back and more once your enterprise runs up again." ,the hunter trying not to gag from his employers unfortunate breath. He towered over every being in this den of crime, the room filled with surprise at the notion, and of the gags from the Hutt's words. The attention of the crowd saw no fearsome leader, no battle angel like in the rumors , all they saw was a captured individual with seemingly little fight left in her. Many gamorean's began unsheathing their axes , preparing to run themselves into the onslaught of death that would await them.The Hunter switching his repeater from stun , to the kill function of the heavy repeater. The predator scanning the room, posturing an aggressive stance and would slowly moving towards his cuffed prize.

There were a lot of things that could be said about the giant barbarian, but the horned being always kept his word. The room was tense , and the mandalorian had become an immovable mountain of force, blocking anyone from being able to reach his bounty.Fett gave a low and bestial growl of anger, an offsetting action that the experienced veteran found many feared. Few would ever want to face an angry ball of muscle that would make their way to them in such a savage manner.


If this were an animal documentary , this would resemble a predator marking his/her territory. Bloodshed would follow, and the choice of whether this would happen, would fall on the decision of the ugly and disgusting figure of power that the hunter faced. There were a few detonators that the hunter could reach for, should things get out of hand.
 

Valgærd

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The Hutt was foul.

The stench from his breath rolled over me like some sickening wave of gluttony and sloth. His men lined the throne room, his dancers twirled and swayed. Pulling myself to my feet, standing with my hands bound behind my back, I stared at the floor. Biting my lip, I focused on trying to coax feeling back into my wings. It felt so alien to have them drooped by my sides, unable to support their own weight.

The Hutt spoke, his voice booming out over the throne room. I felt a knot tighten in the pit of my stomach. I was to be exchanged for a pile of credits like one of the slaves I'd tried to free. Was it worth it? In trying to liberate the poor souls in the Hutt's possession... I'd ended up here, about to join them. My wings twitched ever so slightly as I tried to shrug off the stun bolt. My cheeks burned as I kept my eyes on the floor still. I flinched as the guards moved towards us, tensing as I stood, bound and helpless, as they approached.

However, the hunter spoke, talking back to his employer, offering to... to buy me? Despite myself I lifted my head, glancing nervously at him, my face full of questions. But he'd told me to let him to the talking, so I bit my tongue and watched. He moved towards me, growling like a nexu over a kill as the scavengers closed in. Without having my sister here, this huge, towering hunter was my best hope.

I didn't know what was going to happen next, but I knew I had to do something. I turned to the Hutt,

"You need to treat them better." I said, narrowing my eyes at the giant slug, "whatever you do to me... someone else will come. And someone else, and someone else. We won't stop until there's justice."

I held his gaze as long as I could, before averting my eyes. I hoped he didn't hear the trembling in my voice.

[member="Skosk Australis"]
 
[member="Mavarah"]

The thug looked at the two of them, if this was any other Hunter, the slug would have sent his gamoreans too swoop on them both. Ordering his men to kill the hunter, and having his slavers give twelve lashes to the naive captive. The massive mountain of filth was surprised by the armor clad warrior that stood among him demanding this being for himself. But it was why the psychological horror of a mind loved the horned brute. Skosk always exhibited confidence , and fearlessness that gave a hunter worth, it was why the hutt chose to call up the mando first. In the crime business, relentless resolve was everything to the fat mouthed tyrant. However , blatant disrespect would not be tolerated, and this righteous angel began spouting nonsense to him about justice and kindness. Foreign concept to a slaver, and heartless crime boss. Sitting atop his throne his mechanic arm violently gestured with anger at Mavarah, "If you think you have power here, you are sadly mistake Schutta! The only word that matters is mine and my hunter's !"


Anger plagued the room ,that immediately dissipated , the Hutt was not sure he would be able to move fast enough to get to his personal walker, should things go south. The Slaver very much wanted to make this fallen angel an example of how his corruption had taken much of this planet's resources, about how his word was final. But the ambitous crime lord was not willing to lose his best hunter over such a dispute. "What you want with this one does not matter, a BARGON must be met to my satisfaction to save face to my reputation as a Hutt lord! Would it have been anyone else's demands I would have had them killed! I get to pay you thirty five percent less! Then you get her ! " . The tyrant of Hungry Hutt City may have beaten the slave revolt, but he would need much of the money to restore order in his little piece of the planet . As a leader, the cyborg needed to show strength, along with a balance of brutality, and restraint. If the red eyed being of evil killed everyone who tried to strike a bargain with him, the cartel would have no allies.
 

Skosk Fett

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The red bucye of the zabrak looked onward with little to no emotion, the glare enough to make any being's spine cold. The angel spoke when she was supposed to be silent, the masculine figure looking back at her speak out to the ugly sod . If he could not keep her quite the bargain would end poorly for both of them. The wings of the beauty drug behind as she stood next to the armed, and dangerous hireling. Much like a scared victim that she was, hiding behind her new protector

.The mandalorian continued admiring the spirit this angel had , and how despite her defeat, she began to speak defiantly. However, such an action did not please the trained combatant, "As you can see, she will be more of a burden to you Zelgetha. You have a deal, now if you excuse me, I am taking my sodding dikuta of a friend back to my ship. In order to teach her some manners about not acting like a constipated Gizika ! "

While Skosk was not very educated, or bearing experience in negotiations . The crude being had experience with criminals, the scum of the galaxy was what the professional was most around. Being firm and boisterous was how one dealt with the underworld, "Transfer my credits to my usual account. Pleasure doing business with you." , the mountain of muscle heaved his hard won prize like a rag doll, attempting to place her on his right shoulder. The tank of a being making his way towards his ship.

The engagement, and deal making process ended as quickly as it began. Much of the swarms of Zelgetha's thugs began making a path, and clearing away from the horned mercenary. When only minutes before they were about to give their lives on the tally list of the veteran mandalorian.It would be awhile before they two of them would make their way towards his ship.

[member="Mavarah"]
 

Valgærd

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I pursed my lips, my brow furrowing as the Hutt spoke.

His foul breath filled the room as he replied, arrogant in the power he had over this place. I could feel the rage boiling within the giant slug, a shudder racked my shoulders as his raw emotion coursed through me. It was black, sticky rage that never seemed to truly leave the creature. I kept my eyes downward, saying nothing more, as he turned his attention to the hunter, bargaining with him over my price.

My price.

My heart sank, hands clenching into fists behind my back. I was a person, a full-blood Diathim, being bargained and traded like cargo. My wings hung uselessly by my sides, my hair tumbling over my shoulder. Suddenly I saw how naive my attempted liberation had been. This Hutt, these men, they didn't care about the lives of the slaves down there. They were objects, a commodity, cargo. Their deaths would be nothing more than a financial inconvenience. How could creatures with such an outlook live with themselves?

Pulled from my thoughts, I glanced around as the hunter mentioned transferring credits into his usual account. I gasped, my mind refusing to completely process what that meant. Just like that I... I belonged to him now, without having any say of my own.

Suddenly, the enormous hunter's muscular arm scooped around my waist, hauling me up over his shoulder. I yelped, my cheeks burning with humiliation as his shoulder dug into my gut. I tried desperately to flap my wings, to escape, but still fighting the stun bolt, they could only flutter as they were dragged along the ground as he carried me out.

Fear clouded my mind, along with the anger and indignation at how easily he'd tossed me over his shoulder like I was nothing.

"Please..." I murmured, "Let me go..."

Counting on the good will of a Zabrak in the employ of a Hutt crime lord may have seemed like a foolish idea, however, not only was it my only option, but I had spent my whole life up to this point believing the best in people. Besides, it was easier than facing what might await me if he did in fact, plan on keeping me. As we walked, I shook my shoulders, grimacing at the discomfort of having my hands bound behind me. It occurred to me that... I didn't even know who it was currently hauling me away. If he decided to let me go, I wanted to know the name of my rescuer, if... he decided not to, I at least needed to know who he was.

"What... Who are you?" I asked, gasping as his shoulder dug into my diaphragm. "If you--ouch! ... If you think I'm... going to just behave... You've got... another thing coming!"


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