A day later...
It wasn't hard to get the galaxy's criminal element riled up for a good auction. Especially when that auction involved the selling of a live Jedi Padawan—which she was, of course, broadcasting as a Sith-slaying Jedi Master because that actually sounded something worth buying. The girl (@LadyRen) had quite literally fallen into Baghra's lap. It was so unfortunate that her friend (@Wit) had died before she could be sold too; but at least now she could be the "dead Sith" in her marketing scheme. Either way, there was money to be made. All the best scum from the Inner to the Outer Rims would want a chance to bid for her; and Baghra was going to get paid lucratively either way. It was hard not to drool at the prospect.
The girl currently found herself chained at the base of the great Hutt's throne in her palace outside Niima Outpost on Jakku. Shock cuffs and collars were in place so that she didn't think about using the Force, and Baghra had confiscated hers and the dead girl's lightsabers the day before, lest she try to cut her way out. «It's a shame there weren't more Jedi with you, girl,» Her Voluptuous Immensity chuckled as she gargled something green from a wine glass. «I could've financed an entirely new palace with a few more Jedi chicklets.»
Security was tight. Gammorean guards were posted around the throne room, two at each entrance, and there was of course the big trap door under the rug in front of the throne in case anyone was stupid enough to attempt stealing Baghra's prize. But she wasn't concerned. There were few in the galaxy who would cross her father after his recent... displays.
Once everything was in place, Baghra cleared her immense throat and addressed the chamber. «Greetings, scum and villainy alike!» her great voice boomed. A protocol droid translated for her, though not as eloquently as her father's droids often did. She would have to change that at some point. «The auction for this colorful creature—» She waved to the captured Padawan of multi-colored hairs «—will begin shortly. For now, settle in, get something to drink, enjoy the band, and get to know one another.»
Note: DD within reason (like you do something stupid)—open to anyone from any faction with the means to try to purchase the Jedi Padawan (the wonderful @LadyRen's character).
It wasn't hard to get the galaxy's criminal element riled up for a good auction. Especially when that auction involved the selling of a live Jedi Padawan—which she was, of course, broadcasting as a Sith-slaying Jedi Master because that actually sounded something worth buying. The girl (@LadyRen) had quite literally fallen into Baghra's lap. It was so unfortunate that her friend (@Wit) had died before she could be sold too; but at least now she could be the "dead Sith" in her marketing scheme. Either way, there was money to be made. All the best scum from the Inner to the Outer Rims would want a chance to bid for her; and Baghra was going to get paid lucratively either way. It was hard not to drool at the prospect.
The girl currently found herself chained at the base of the great Hutt's throne in her palace outside Niima Outpost on Jakku. Shock cuffs and collars were in place so that she didn't think about using the Force, and Baghra had confiscated hers and the dead girl's lightsabers the day before, lest she try to cut her way out. «It's a shame there weren't more Jedi with you, girl,» Her Voluptuous Immensity chuckled as she gargled something green from a wine glass. «I could've financed an entirely new palace with a few more Jedi chicklets.»
Security was tight. Gammorean guards were posted around the throne room, two at each entrance, and there was of course the big trap door under the rug in front of the throne in case anyone was stupid enough to attempt stealing Baghra's prize. But she wasn't concerned. There were few in the galaxy who would cross her father after his recent... displays.
Once everything was in place, Baghra cleared her immense throat and addressed the chamber. «Greetings, scum and villainy alike!» her great voice boomed. A protocol droid translated for her, though not as eloquently as her father's droids often did. She would have to change that at some point. «The auction for this colorful creature—» She waved to the captured Padawan of multi-colored hairs «—will begin shortly. For now, settle in, get something to drink, enjoy the band, and get to know one another.»
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Note: DD within reason (like you do something stupid)—open to anyone from any faction with the means to try to purchase the Jedi Padawan (the wonderful @LadyRen's character).
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