To the Highest Bidder: Slave Auction on Orvax VI (Open to all)

[Armand Temi]

Location: Slave Market on Orvax IV

Dressed in a simple dress, her hands not chained yet, Thais waited in the dungeon below the main slave bazaar on Orvax IV. Two T'surr guards stood outside of her cell. The young brunette paced for awhile, refusing to eat anything. But she was a lot more calm than she thought she would be. In fact, part of her was almost hopeful that this new situation she would find herself in very shortly, would be better than it presently was.

The day that Princess Thais Kallisto had been dreading had finally arrived. As punishment for her crime of organizing a coup d'etat on the democratic government of Isis, and her presumed role in the alleged assassination of the Isis Governor, she was going to be auctioned off as a slave to avoid prison time. Her former friend and new Lord of Isis, Crix Meriet was in charge of the auction, including the price, terms of her slavery and other points of negotiation. She had been trained as a servant in the Crystal Palace for the last few months to prepare for her new life as someone else's property.

The T'surr guards didn't like it when Thais talked to them or the other slaves, but over the course of her stay in the dungeon, she was able to make contact with a Twi'lek one cell over who had actually been on the planet of Orvax IV. The green-skinned Twi'lek named Seela described the slave bazaar as a "typical market where you would buy goods like produce or fabric but the items on sale were sentient beings."

"Mostly aliens," Seela had said. "I rarely ever see humans sold on Orvax but there are many human buyers."

Whether that was good or bad, Thais did not know. She was a former royal and Force sensitive. Those two traits alone would seem to make her desirable. But her disgraced circumstances could certainly make her a liability.

"It's time," one of the T'surr growled, opening her cell door and leading her out. He had chains in his hands, but he didn't place them on the Princess yet. She was no match for his strength and agility, even with her limited use of the Force. Princess Thais Kallisto quietly walked ahead of the guards. They took a lift to the main floor of the dungeon and walked out into the slave bazaar.

[member="Darth Vulkan"] [member="Crix Meriet"] [member="Dessh Ekwesh"] [member="Seela Tarkona"]

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Orvax IV

This was not what Draco had meant when he had said to sell her. Why Vulkan had come remained a mystery. The big Wookiee that followed him, Gorran, using services hallways to get to the privacy box they would be staying in. Darth Vulkan wanted no one to know he had stooped so low as to attend a slave auction. Despite that, this auction was tying up one of the loose ends from Draco's past, one of the mistakes he had made that had gnawed at him and made him weak, so seeing it over and dealt with was on Vulkan's to do list. He thought that if he could close out that chapter of Draco's life he could close the door on Draco Vereen permanently, perhaps escape the torture and torment that man had left him.

The Sith Lord entered the box and sat in the comfortable chair, another on his right for his esteemed guest, [member="Crix Meriet"] . Vulkan sat pondering, helmet on the arm of the chair while Gorran stood at the door. A servant girl placed a drink on the table and gasped when she saw the man's face. Short dark hair, a short black beard, red rings around his storm grey irises, blood shot eyes, and dark veins around them. Clear and present indications of serious Dark Side corruption. She hurriedly set the drink on the small table between the chairs and moved back to the small bar at the back of the private box.

"Netra. Go watch over our guest." his voice raspy through the comm to the beast in the dungeons.

Metallic servos whined and feet plodded their way through the hall way, T'surr guards giving it a very wide berth as the very large robot tiger prowled through the hallway until his red eye's fell on [member="Thais Kallisto"] . A low growl erupted from the beast then a soft purr, as though it recognized her. Perhaps it was the biometric coding that prevented the droid from harming, or even acting threatening towards Abigail that caused this, but it had its orders from the Sith Lord it had long served. The droid quietly moved around behind the princess, staying back a fair difference, its movements cat-like, much like its appearance. The small little brown lizard held in its chest was currently tranquilized and its little defense scarabs crawled around inside the pair of containers in its chest.

[member="Seela Tarkona"] [member="Dessh Ekwesh"]

 

[Sal Katarn]

Tubul Xenar shuffled along the crowded causeway of the slave bazaar, black eyes alight with dark avarice. So much fine flesh. So much precious coin. All in one place. Almost too much for one Chevin to handle. He stroked his snout, chuckling to himself as he moved from stand to stand, perusing the goods.

There was a group of Chadra-Fans, a whole family. Poor little devils. The youngest couldn't have been seven. Ah, and there were the Chevs, of course. Could never go anywhere without a proper Chev cook. Utterly complacent. Oooh and here were the true beauties.

Tubul came to a stop underneath an awning. A Toydarian began yelling prices at him for the three Zeltrosian up for sale. Xenar rubbed his hands with glee and drank in a long, intoxicating breath of their pheromone scents. Yes, yes. So graceful, so sensual. Ahhh, but he did not have enough money to spend just yet. He had to sell his own stock of Twi'leks first. Twi'leks were a fiercely independent species, but not so much trouble as Wookies or Cathar. Enough beatings and they would come around.

The Chevin continued to shuffle along, coming to the main attraction. The sale of the princess herself. Tubul stroked the bridge of his snout. Hmm. Hmm. Excellent. But where was she? He wanted to see what noble flesh looked like in chains.

[member="Darth Vulkan"] | [member="Thais Kallisto"] | [member="Crix Meriet"]

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

'thump' 'thump' it was the mechanised rumbling of heavy machinery, taut riggings running the length of metal and plates, gouts of steam that rose and fell in rivulets of semi-translucent air giving the cyborg a misty outline. "Nothin' like a smoke," he addressed [member="Tubul Xenar"], moving up next to him parting the crowd with a careless barge of his shoulder. "smoke?" he produced a large cigar from the depths of the his gaudy coat, it was gold trimmed and excited with painted decorations in the way of gold fabric and other bedazzled reminders of wealth.

"So what's the news on the main attraction?" he lit the cigar on a neighbouring brazier, and in a few moment brackish grey smoke came tumbling from its head thick acrid clouds colonising the head of the machine like a greasy grey town formed on the root of vice, or he just had smoke on his noggin.

[member="Thais Kallisto"], [member="Darth Vulkan"], [member="Tubul Xenar"]

 

[Acaleus Thorn]

Acaleus was once again, working as a guard of a rich guy. This time, a Nautolan named Kreytel. The paid, good enough to accept the job "I need some servants! Two thousand credits! THREE!" shouted out loud as Acaleus stood aside. He didnt like it seeing slaves being sell off as he was once one of them until becoming a gladiator and buy his freedom.
"GOT ONE SLAVE, one more to go!" he sighed and started to look around. He sensed some strong force users in the room "Its going to be difficult if a fight starts" thought sighing. He needed to find his brother but here he was, trying to find work "If i buy a ship. I will go vacation to Naboo or someplace" "HEY! We will stay to see the main attraction!" Kreytel ordered and he had to obey. As he was about to scream of boredom he noticed that Draco was on the other side and wave him.

[member="Darth Vulkan"]

 

[Crix Meriet]

Today promised to be a good day, finally he was to be rid of [member="Thais Kallisto"] , The royal whore who had do so much wrong to him. Finally he would have his revenge for Nar-Kreeta when the now diposed princess had tried to sell his beloved [member="Toby Meriet"] away but then to rub salt in the wound had gone on to say that his T was replaceable. That was as far from the truth as things could get, nothing would replace his Toby's touch. Which never failed to leave Crix tingling. That of course said nothing of the time she had interrupted post event pillow talk with his blue bit on the side [member="Cryax Bane"] in order to have her sugar daddy beat Crix up. Thus it was safe to say that Crix was going to enjoy today.

Crix strolled through the slave market hand entwined in Toby's fingers toying with a ring on Toby's finger. a simple gold band with a crystal setting held together by a gold 'M'. A less Obvious collar for Toby, it made Toby feel more comfortable to be marked as a belonging even if it was only subtle and unnoticeable but more importantly it made Crix more comfortable to know that his T was satisfied without others noticing the implication. Crix wore a ring that was exactly the same except his had a 'T' not an 'M'. Surrounded by guards to prevent people from getting too close, Crix felt safer now than he had done in months. "Toby Darlin' I need to go and see Thais do you want to come?" He asked as they entered the main Bazzar "I can take you to our Private box if you don't wish to go down to Thais, I'll only be a minute with her" He let Toby answer with a movement of his head then made his move to the elevators to the pitts. either directly or via the privacy box.

"Stop a moment" He ordered as Thais and her 'Honour' guard stepped out from the elevator "Thais will not be sold under my name looking like a scullery maid , I advertised her as a princess and she will be sold looking like one" He snapped gesturing his arms to indicate for the T'surr to go back as his guards pressed closer "Thais I apologies these Imbeciles jumped the gun" he added turning to the girl who had inflicted so much pain on him. Then it was back down to the pits. "I have a gift Thais" Crix said completely blanking the two guards "Did they allow you to bathe?"


[member="Acaleus Thorn"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Tubul Xenar"] [member="Darth Vulkan"]

 

[Veino Garn]

The galaxy had come to know Veino Garn the Jensaarai Defender, typically only seen striding across the many battlefields of the war between the One Sith and Galactic Republic, yellow lightsaber burning like a miniature sun. However, what only a few knew was that before he been Veino Garn, vagabond do-gooder. Nothing special for him then. No armor. No government support. Just he and his skills doing what he could to bring what good he could, wherever he was before moving on again, hardly anything more than an itinerant worker.

The Veino here on Orvax VI was neither of those. His road had been long and lonely, haunted by anxious fears and guilt. His disguise was the perfect combination of intentional and organic, as his once classic look had vanished beneath his need to dig deep into the criminal underworld for any leads. But one woman in a single galaxy was like finding an electron in an atom. It was a fool's errand, yet he would not give it up. Someone had choked up a lead on someone who resembled Thyria for sale at this slave auction.

So Veino had hitchhiked and bartered his way here, claiming to be seeking to make it rich at the gambling tables. If the lead was right, he would be richer than he had ever imagined or dreamed of. It had shocked him how painful Thyria's disappearance had been, even after their departure.

So he made his way through the crowd, reaching out with the Force for anyone whose presence was like that of Thyria's. It would be different now, he had no doubt. But how? That he did not know, but he would still recognize her. He could still feel her out there, through whatever form of Force bond they had.He passed by a Chevin and cringed inwardly at the greed and vileness that radiated from it. A younger Veino would have been interfering here to interfere and disrupt. But if Thyria was here somewhere, that would put her at risk.

He could rumors about, whispers that a deposed princess was to be for sale today. He wasn't sure that was true. Probably just something to get more, and wealthier, clientele.

[member="Crix Meriet"] [member="Acaleus Thorn"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Tubul Xenar"] [member="Darth Vulkan"] [member="Thais Kallisto"]

 

[Ek Vilibro Griz]

The masked, white haired Obsidian Neophyte, Ek patrolled the auction. He knew little of the situation excepting that the princess being sold off was being punished for her alleged use of slavery and that she had done something to upset the Mandalorians. Ek did not approve of slavery, but he thought it a just punishment for a slaver. Ek had been assigned to make sure any rescue attempts were met with judicious punishment. As Ek patrolled he spotted Draco Vereen, who had trained Ek some on Vendaxa, in one of the VIP boxes. Ek nodded to the man and thought, "the top of one of those boxes might make for a fine vantage point." Ek moved over to it, he force jumped up to a ledge on the side of the structure and used the climbing hook in his utility belt to get up to the top.

Once up there he deployed three of his probe droids, the observer patrolling the area around the detainment area, the protector surrounding Ek with a ray shield, and the hunter watching his back. Ek pulled his sniper rifle off his back and lay down on the roof of the VIP box. He observed the crowd through his golden bionic eye, watching and waiting.

[member="Darth Vulkan"]

 

[Sal Katarn]

The enormous, elephantine head swung in [member="Flannigan Mcnash"]'s direction.

"Ah dinnae mind if ah dae, cheers laddie."

Xenar lit the cigar and pulled in a long toke. He exhaled, smoke roiling through his nostrils.

"Supposed tah be a princess that's gettin' sold. Least that's th' word 'round the bazaar. Aye look, here she comes noo."

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"] | [member="Veino Garn"] | [member="Crix Meriet"] | [member="Thais Kallisto"]

 

[Lief]

Slave auctions usually made Toby feel a bit strange. After all, he himself was a slave, beholden to Crix Meriet, his master and lover. The other man's presence made him feel a bit less anxious as they walked through the Bazaar together. Seeing all of the humans and aliens in chains, and predators waiting to bid on the poor sentients made him feel uncomfortable, so he squeezed his lover's hand extra-tightly.

Crix asked him if he wanted to go see Thais with him. Toby wrinkled up his nose and shook his head, indicating no. There was no love lost between the mute slave and the former Princess of Isis, especially since Thais tried to sell him away from Crix once.

He pointed to the private box instead. He'd go there and wait for Crix on his knees. Crix might not like it, but Toby was proud to be his slave. Not only was he in love with the red-haired slaver with a cruel streak, but Crix was now the ruler of Isis. Toby had vowed to serve him until his last dying breath, and although he didn't talk, he was still a man of his word. So to speak.

[member="Crix Meriet"]

 

[Armand Temi]

Right on the heels of the young Princess and her guards, Seela was also removed from her cell in the dungeon, but unlike the royal before her, she was chained. She had heard whispers from the other slaves that the girl was going to be the main attraction of the bazaar today, that she was once nearly the Queen of three planets. Seela could not even imagine being the Queen of a small village, much less planets with millions or even billions of galaxy residents. The green-skinned Twi'lek wasn't any one special. Just another alien snatched from Ryloth on her way to being sold to a Hutt... again.

As she made her way out to the main slave bazaar, Seela noticed the VIP booths, which hid the faces of more wealthy patrons who wanted to purchase slaves but wished to remain anonymous. As she passed the crowds, most of their attention was turned on the pale-skinned Princess, but a few ruffians glancing her way. The Twi'lek slave wore a typical dancers outfit, provocative enough to warrant a few lingering gazes, but not overly decorative or unique in any way.

[member="Darth Vulkan"] [member="Crix Meriet"] [member="Dessh Ekwesh"] [member="Tubul Xenar"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Acaleus Thorn"] [member="Veino Garn"] [member="Ek Vilibro Griz"] [member="Toby Meriet"]

 

[Armand Temi]

The minute Thais stepped foot on the above-ground level of the bazaar, she resembled a krugga deer in the speeder lights. But as she exited the lift with the T'surr guards, her brown eyes landed on Crix Meriet, her face turning into a mixture of relief and disdain.

"Are you going to stand up there and sell me yourself like a snake oil salesman?" she asked, never passing up the opportunity for a snide remark. And why in the galaxy did he want to play dress-up doll with her all of a sudden?!? Although, I suppose I do agree with him that I'd rather not look like a scullery maid, Thais thought.

"Are we going back down there?" she asked, but her question was answered as Crix pushed her back into the elevator to make a slight detour before the auction would start. At this desperate point, the Princess welcomed any stalling that was about to happen. Perhaps the more the auction was delayed, the more her chances of being sold were diminished. When you're about to be sold to an unknown buyer, not knowing what your circumstances would be or even where your next meal was coming from, it was easy to rationalize.

"And yes I've bathed. What is the meaning of all of this?!?" Thais asked in a voice that sounded a little more like her usual haughty self.

[member="Crix Meriet"]

 

[Acaleus Thorn]

"What is he doing here? What a coincidence to meet him here. Although we are here to work, not to chat" Acaleus thought as looking to Ek from a very long distance "A princess? What would i do with a princess?" say the Nautolan as he moved his head to the Twi´lek and smiled "I need a maid. Maybe i can get her to clean my mansion" laughed as a bartender gave him a glass of vodka and some food. Acaleus was falling asleep but he distract his mind playing with the force, bringing to him some sweet that was going to another table for the VIP rooms

[member='Ek Vilibro Griz'],[member='Seela Tarkona'], [member='Darth Vulkan'],

 

[Laira Darkhold]

The door creaked open and the tall slave that often accompanied Crix entered the privacy booth and took a knee behind the pair already in the room. From his position the tall slave couldn't see Vulkan's face, and the Wookiee hardly took notice of the fragile man. He was escorted like a real person, but that was probably Crix being hopelessly in love. Vulkan had memories of that. Toby was a slave after all, meant to be seen not heard. A perfect job for a mute. Vulkan took little notice of the slave, registering the being's entry but not responding to it at all. His eyes remained locked on the Princess about to be paraded around the slave bizaar. The little datapad let him see through Netra's eyes. He grumbled, as he thought to himself. Vulkan was almost certain he had given specific, clear instructions not to have her out on display like this. Perhaps the Sith Lord needed to teach Crix how to listen.

The dark eyes, lingered on the Twi'lek beside the princess. There were a few other slaves in the line up, but his eye's lingered there. "Meriet," his voice beckoning and raspy to the tall male slave that had just entered room. Vulkan turned his head and regarded the mute slave for a moment. "Have the twi'lek girl brought in here. And her owner." It wasn't proper etiquette to order another's slave to do anything, but the slave of a servant might as well be his own slave. Vulkan wanted the Twi'lek, and perhaps Crix could alleviate his punishments by ensuring Vulkan was kept distracted from the dog show. How slavers were capable of this was beyond Vulkan's understanding.

Vulkan turned back to watching the procession. Crix was out there, speaking with Thais, offering her a nice dress. What games the slaver was playing were unimportant. The drink on the center try was orange with a hint of pink juice and smelled of rum and fruits. The big armored man sat the drink back on the tray. "Corellian Brandy. And move this tray, push the seats together." The servant woman nodded and hurriedly took the drink away, replacing it with a small glass of amber liquid as she pulled the furniture around with a little help from the large wookiee also in the privacy booth.

[member="Seela Tarkona"] [member="Toby Meriet"] [member="Thais Kallisto"] [member="Crix Meriet"]

 

[Crix Meriet]

Crix squeezed back on Toby's hand. No doubt his poor dear was terrified, Toby always used to hate Slave auctions. No doubt his hatred was even worse after the incident on Nar-kreeta "It's ok Toby no one is going to hurt you, not today" He vowed. The royal guards he commanded now would see to that. They'd kill anyone who so much as looked at Toby the wrong way, if Crix ordered it at least.

Then his slave had wrinkled up his face in a most adorable fashion, Crix wasn't surprised Toby had no desire to meet with Thais, the whore had after all been most cruel to him. Crix nodded "Ok Beautiful" Crix wasn't going to force Toby to do something he didn't want to do. Then the slave had pointed up to their private booth, Draco was waiting there ... Draco scared Crix, but the slaver doubted he'd ever hurt Toby. "You four" he said pointing out four of his seven royal guards "Go up with Toby, no one unknown comes within touching distance of him outside of the box" The guards nodded now well aware of the affection Crix bore to Toby "And see he gets some water or juice it's roasting in here" a secound nod then they had gone off "I love you" Crix smiled as he let go of Toby's hand. Crix watched [member="Toby Meriet"] until the group passed from view then he turned away to head to the princess. Well ex-princess.

Crix had glared at Thais he was here doing a nice thing for her and she was taking snide pot shots at him "No" he had replied sharply "You will be sold by an auctioneer like the rest of the slaves on sale" Only she'd be sold on a proper stage not some squalid tent and by a proper auctioneer in tidy clothing not some toothless vagrant in a moth bitten toga. For now however the seller was not the point, the point was that Thais was dressed like a scullery maid.

"We are going Back down Thais, The fool who brought you clearly has no idea how to dress a princess " Crix noted to himself to have the slave driver he entrusted Thais to enslaved "I intend to fix the error" He added indicating the attendants he had with him one carrying a box the other a stylist's bag. Thais would have one last day looking like a royal before her years in squalor began. He turned briefly to the tiger droid following Thais. He recognised it as belonging to [member="Darth Vulkan"] . That meant he was being watched, he shivered a little.

Thais swiftly spoke again though and brought Crix's attention back on her "Silence dear, I refuse to have my name sullied by selling a princess who has been dressed up as a scullery maid" He had a reputation to uphold afterall "So these two" He pointed at the attendants "Are going to help you change so you look fitting to your station, the dress might jangle that's just the beading I'm warned" He lied. The jangling was the few trinkets and valuables Crix had ordered by sown in, valuables Thais would see and could use to get better food or treatment. Not enough for her freedom though, She'd see them when she was putting the dress on.

The elevator came to a stop "Thais is going to change, she needs her privacy you ..." He looked to the T'surr guards"Take a break for half an hour" Couldn't have them seeing his gift to Thais . Then he ushered Thais into a cleanish looking cell "Your gifts are sewn into the dress " He smiled as the two attendants began on Thais, a last pair of Hand maids for the Princess.

[member="Thais Kallisto"]

 

[Aleksandyr Gaillard]

Subtlety?

Perhaps Aleksandyr had forgotten to add that word into his vocabulary; the Balmorran billionaire often forewent the art of disguise. Even now his Stardream-class Luxury Yacht descended upon the desolate marketplace where slaves were bartered like currency, or sold to those who wished to pay in others. Mr. Gaillard, one of the top executives within KDY, was not about to leave empty handed. For some time now he was in the need for a new assistant. He could hire someone, but the eccentricity of the former CEO had led him to less respectable forms of acquirement.

He was here to buy... Someone... Yet who? Who would catch the young man's eyes? He himself had no idea, perhaps there was a list of available slaves but he did not read it. All in all this trip would remain a surprise; either pleasant or terrible. Without further ado the yacht touched down on a vacant landing pad, gasses hissed from valves and exhaust ports, the ramp lowered and marching down the metallic walkway he went.

"Let us hope my time isn't being wasted here," he mumbled to one of his guards.

[member="Thais Kallisto"]

 

[Lief]

I love you too, Crix. These were Toby's thoughts as he left his master and made his way to the privacy skybox. Someday, somehow he'd say those words to [member="Crix Meriet"], but right now, they were simply words that lay heavy in his heart, waiting to be released. Flanked by two bodyguards, the mute slave entered the privacy skybox and knelt in front of their assigned seats. He was accosted by [member="Darth Vulkan"] who ordered him to fetch the green Twi'lek slave and her owner. He gave the other man dagger eyes, but in spite of his epic eyerolling, he obeyed, rising to his feet. Toby could have easily ordered one of his guards to perform the task, but he wasn't comfortable with giving orders. He was a docile slave and accustomed to doing as asked with no questions.

It didn't take Toby long to find the Twi'lek, [member="Seela Tarkona"] and her owner, an elegantly-dressed Thakwaash named Dessh Ekwesh. Toby pointed to the skybox where Darth Vulkan waited. Then, he pointed to both the Twi'lek and the Thakwaash. Dessh gave out a shrug and tugged on the Twi'lek's arm.

"Come." the Thakwaash ordered with an impatient glare. "Looks like we might have a buyer."

Toby lead them both back to the skybox and then resumed his place on his knees. He shook his head disdainfully. The slave of the new ruler of Isis was destined for greater things than fetching slaves for Sith Lords.

 

[Armand Temi]

Seela's Thakwaash owner sidled up to her, inspecting her momentarily, brushing a speck of dust off her thin dress, and then looking up as a stranger approached them. The Twi'lek gave a similarly puzzled look at the human male who suddenly gestured out his question. Could he not speak? Seela's dark eyes scanned him and quickly realized he was also a slave. But of a higher standing perhaps?

Mr. Ekwesh was about to snap his fingers, but Seela began to move. After Murkka the Hutt passed away, she got to know the Thakwaash quite intimately... unfortunately. Sometimes she got so angry with him, she wanted to bop him right on his snout. But the Twi'lek wouldn't dare lay a hand on her current master, even if she knew he wanted to sell her quickly like a half-priced fur coat in the middle of summer.

But as they walked closer to the VIP booths, her heart began to thump in her chest. That is where the wealthy galaxians are. But I'm so ordinary and plain?!? What would any of those barons or executives want with me? She was about to find out as she entered the booth, she noted the smell of the fruity alcoholic drinks, the placement of the seats, and the position of the mute slave. And finally, she noticed the man who had summoned the two aliens over.

Seela didn't kneel but gave a deep bow, glancing over at Mr. Ekwesh to find out what to do next. The green Twi'lek was not mute, but she didn't dare speak unless she knew it was safe to.

[member="Darth Vulkan"] [member="Toby Meriet"] [member="Crix Meriet"]

 

[Laira Darkhold]

The big mandalorian sat quietly in his chair scowling at the image of Crix Meriet schmoozing Thais after all this time. Draco had always though Meriet was too cruel to the girl and that was why he demanded she be sold off. If the slaver was putting up a front or trying to mend fences now, it was a little to late. If he would have asked a few weeks ago Draco would have said to free here. But Draco Vereen was dead. Vulkan lived on in his place, and Vulkan had not the sympathy to spare to a slave trading, haughty princess like Thais. The only good thing she had ever done was bear him a child. Vulkan's disapproval wasn't important, he had a distraction on its way but he would remember this, tuck it away for later. Crix was useful still, at least for now.

Vulkan's head turned at the sound of the pair of aliens entering the privacy box and stood to see the twi'lek bowing deeply. His eyes shifted to the Thakwaash for a moment and then back to her. He gestured at his chair, "Please make yourself comfortable." He walked around the two chairs and eyed the Thakwaash again. "Guards, wait outside." He nudged them with the Force to make the suggestion seem a little better, more proper. Gorran, the wookiee cracked his neck and leaned against the bar at the far side of the room, occupying the servant girl mixing drinks. "Darth Vulkan, a pleasure I'm sure." He said, his voice sharper and clearer this time. Not everyone would recognize the face of Draco Vereen, but more would recognize the name, and it was not something he wanted some random slaver knowing for sure.

"What's your name?" Vulkan asked, looking over his shoulder at the twi'lek, seemingly genuine and kindly. "Are you treated well?" The questions were important. An abused slave was easy to manipulate, but probably resentful and angry. Soothing her wasn't the man's specialty, but he could tell if she was being truthful in her answers.

[member="Seela Tarkona"] [member="Toby Meriet"]

 

[Veino Garn]

[member="Ek Vilibro Griz"] [member="Darth Vulkan"] [member="Seela Tarkona"] [member="Toby Meriet"] [member="Crix Meriet"] [member="Acaleus Thorn"] [member="Tubul Xenar"] [member="Thais Kallisto"] @Etc...

Veino paused suddenly. He could sense the Dark Side, not just in the way that it always lingered around slave auctions, but someone powerful in its usage. Sith or Dark Jedi, he wasn't entirely sure. There was never a way to tell between the two for the most part. Whichever one it was would decide the odds of Thyria being here. The Final Order used Dark Jedi and slaves. As far as he could tell, it had been one of them that had taken Thyria from Vandelhelm. His fingers twitched and he grit his teeth. Perhaps this would finally be a lead.

He cut through the crowd, slipping easily amongst the assorted beings, trying to get a sense of where this presence was. Nobody in this particular area, that he could tell. Or anyone that looked like either a Sith or a Dark Jedi. They were generally fairly visible, given the corrupting nature of the Dark Side. He paused, and slowly reached out more deliberately, touching lightly on the minds and presences of those around him before frowning. As far as he could tell, they were not in the main market area. He moved aside for another procession, tempted to just end this charade and bring the whole party to an end. The Alliance had done it once before. He could do it again. Then disappear.

He shook his head. No, while it would certainly draw out this Dark one, it would put Thyria at risk. Nobody could know he looked for her. Nobody could know they had a Jedi, no, a Jensaarai on their tail. For those who knew, that should make them even more fearful. The Jensaarai went farther than the Jedi did in their duties, not so far as to be ruthless, but certainly relentless.

No, this would be a more delicate operation.