Ask Not So Humble Beginnings

[Seela]

Seela had just finished informing every slave of the plan and the signals, when she was approached by a very... shy? polite? young humanoid asking for a room. immediately, the final piece of the plan fell into place, and she put a warm welcoming smile on her face.

"Welcome to the Broken Bothan! My name is Seela and I got just the thing that will put you back on your feet, dear customer! that will however run you about 250 credits. I can guarantee it will be the best decision you made in the last several cycles! Now, come along, we just got to do a silly little thing before I can show you to your room!"

Seela slunk an arm around the injured man's waist, giving the appearance that she clung to him, when she was in fact offering support, and brought them just at the cusp of the hallway leading to the rooms. There, facing the room, Seela pushed a huge obnoxious red button on the wall. The music stopped, and the lights came on the pair, while a airhorn grabbed everyone's attention. Clearing her throat, taking deep breaths, Seela addressed the crowd.

"Dear customers! as some of you might know, we, at the Broken Bothan, have a very special item on our menu! it is quite a rare opportunity for us to get to offer that specific service, so we like to celebrate each of them! the evening will have to continue on without our lovely dancers, but with our live Jizz band, I have no doubt you will still get to have fun! Now! Everyone, please put your hands together and cheer for this very fortunate young person, who just ordered THE ORGY SPECIAAAAL!!!!"

And then, under the cheers of the crowd, the catcalls, and the cheerful party crowd, the dancers following, strutting and parading, Seela lead the man to the room across from the forbidden room. Seela put a first aid kit she grabbed on her way in the hands of one of her colleagues, asking them to try to quickly patch their client as much as they could, while she took care of her last task.
Taking advantage of the empty hallway, Seela peeked in the control room, to make sure they were ready to disable the slave implants, and let them know that they would be escaping by the back door at the end of the hallway, as soon as she gave the signal.

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[Grace Zann]

Grace would give Zerath a nod as he explained exactly what she should do to the console. They couldn't afford for those implants to come back online. It was also around this time that her old jedi friend would make his own offer. The jedi would welcome in the slave girls and rehabilitate them? It was a noble goal, but frankly Grace hoped most of them would be interested in her offer of credits and safepassage away from Nar Shadda. Right now her consortium needed new hires, reguardless of their work history.

Reguardless, she would find herself inside the control room. Pressing a series of buttons, she would disable the various security cameras of tye facility. Following that, she would flip the special switch. It would take a while for the dancers to realize the devices were disabled, but it time it would become very apparent.

While she did this the former jedi couldn't help but peak her head outside to see what the kriff was going on? "What the kriff?" The orgy special was fully under way, with swarms of dancers chasing after a single man and all getting into the same room. This meant it was time to keep the implants off for good. Activating her lightsaber on one end, a yellow blade would cleave the control console in two!

The entire control room would go dark, and the woman would quickly retract her blade. Trying to make a stealthy exit, she would open the door and gently shut it behind herself. She would then follow the army of dancers into the room with Kyosuke, wondering what might happen next.

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[Kyosuke Yamato]

The club's band would begin to play a hit theme of theirs that was intended to set the mood of the luscious occasion. It would slowly start with a rising tension that would last for a few minutes before eventually transitioning into the classy style of the Jizz-band genre that usually got the club poppin' - and most importantly - distracted.

Those not part of the "celebration" could completely ignore the following...
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"Kyosuke-" The wounded Jedi responded just loud enough for Seela to hear him introduce himself before he got caught up in her enchanting pearlescant gaze, then suddenly found himself being whisked away to an incredibly embarrassing announcement that involved something he knew almost nothing about. "N-no! This isn't what I--" The young man couldn't conceal his timid nature anymore, and was trying his best to hide his bright red face under his hood as his weak voice cracked and left him silent under the masses of cheering that filled the air. He found himself frozen by one of his greatest weaknesses -- the spotlight. His bad-boy act was absolutely crushed, having dwindled since the moment he got into this mess. His bright blue eyes were stuck wide open behind his raven bangs, and his heart felt like it was beating in his throat. He would've dropped the cup of ice had he not been gripping it so desperately.

The slaves brushed by him one by one, most of them giving him a seductive wink or smirk as they passed. One of them even gave Kyo a playful pat on his little derriere, which nearly caused him to squeak with a soft "Mff!" and bounce up his heels before he innocently tried to cover his lower cheeks with his hands. He was then swept into the tide of bodies as they guided him to the designated room. "Please, no--" His shaky tenor tone was slipping away, completely drowned out by the music, cheers, and his introverted persona. He struggled weakly against the dancers that swarmed him, unable to convey the fact that he was extremely uncomfortable with what was happening. Suddenly the headache seemed so insignificant. Suddenly the credits seemed like the least of things he was about to lose.

Kyo opened his mouth, but the words wouldn't come out. He choked on overwhelming embarrassment and was unsure of whether or not he should resist, even though he was pretty sure he didn't have enough stamina left to defend himself from the lustful harem. "Help--" He said to nobody as his voice broke at the same time, inaudible and drowned out by the uproar of his spontaneous - and hopefully only temporary - fans. It was then that he finally realized Seela wasn't just pushing him along and handling him like some object, she had actually been supporting his wounded frame the entire walk over. The arm around his waist wasn't as dominating as he originally thought... It was gentle, and caring, if even the slightest bit... intimate? The sensitive embrace seemed to warm his anxious heart, made him feel at ease enough that he couldn't keep himself from following the dozen or so alluring individuals that crowded him, and reluctantly allowed himself to be led into the private chamber.

"I-I meant alone..." He finally managed to push the words up enough to be heard by the nearest individuals. Someone then took the cup from his hand to set it aside, though he wasn't sure who'd done it. He also wasn't sure when he dropped the ice cube he'd held against the cut on his side, but it was gone and replaced by the palm of his right hand. It was then he felt several pairs of hands ambush him at the edges of his body as several of the slaves gently took control of his body and sensually laid him back on the bed. "Hnngh..." He was unable to hold back the tiniest of whimpers as he tried to endure the minor pulses of pain. Too unfocused by the situation he was in he didn't notice who lifted his damaged armorweave shirt up to his neck to expose his badly beaten torso, which would then make it clear to any that saw his condition now that he'd downplayed it and was worse off then he'd led on.

Kyosuke blushed darkly and shyly looked away as he insecurely crossed his arms over his clean-shaven chest and tightly held onto his shoulders to cover at least some of himself up in the increasingly flustering situation. His raven bangs shifted away from his eyes as he fidgeted and squirmed to several other wounds being discovered by the tender roaming hands of the harem. He felt helpless and undignified, but at the same time gracious and confused about what was happening. There was ever the slightest hint of puffed cheeks and a scrunched nose as his heavy eyelids remained nervously half-closed. The slight pout, youthful features, and naturally innocent expressions all made him seem younger than he actually was.

The perturbed Jedi's breath hitched, then grew heavier as his anxious heartbeat continued to pound harder and faster to the rising tension of the slow moody music that played through speakers embedded in the upper corners of the room. His eyes closed and opened with little winces that he tried to restrain as best he could, but his thin torso betrayed his state of mind and began to shift submissively to the overwhelming sensations. This wasn't something he'd ever experienced, much like the fact that he had no real idea about anything that was currently transpiring around him. Pleasure, desire, enjoyment -- things he'd completely neglected so he could devote himself to the path of a soldier from the very moment his father could teach him to throw a fist. Nobody ever laid a hand on him like what was happening with this crowd of slaves, and this type of subject never came up enough for him to ever look into it. Was this the source of the growing tension and anticipation he sensed earlier? It was intoxicating and made him dizzy, a chemical mix of bliss and aching soreness that surged and numbed his senses.

Gremlin squeaked as he was squished between Kyosuke and an array of large pillows from the slow-moving and constantly shifting commotions. The jet-black droid then poked up from the back of Kyosuke's baggy cloak, pulling off the young man's hood in the process as he perched upon a couple of the pillows and cooed worriedly at the damage across the exposed parts of his banged up friend, completely unaware of the immense bliss the young man was actually experiencing. Kyo had already used up both of Grem's medical stim-packs, which meant just the usual half of his split-saber was all that remained in the droid's equipment hopper. There was nothing he could do to help heal his bestie, and instead he patiently waited to see if his friend would be okay.

A slight sting at the large cut on his right side forced Kyo to wince hard, and he inadvertantly hissed as he inhaled sharply through his teeth while he tried to restrain himself from arching his lower back and bucking his little hips harder into the bed from the mix of tactile senses that muddled his mind. "Nnn.." The young man groaned and relaxed his eyes as a warm breathy exhale flowed across the right side of his neck, then whimpered again and slightly tensed his muscles as a pair of teeth gently bit down on the top of his left ear.

Kyo tried to hold back the tide of trance-like ecstasy that forced him to roll his head, bite the lower corner of his quivering lip, and emit noises that he never even knew he could make. The pink in his cheeks grew brighter and brighter. His arms softened, and then were slowly pulled away from him so the consorts could remove his cloak and shirt to check for more wounds while teasing him into further submission. He barely realized the motions his body was making without him. He tried to resist them to seem like the attention wasn't driving him crazy, but he was clearly at a disadvantage and succumbed to capitulation.

The pain he'd felt earlier had almost entirely washed away by the exceptionally skilled harem's seduction. It was almost as if they'd been doing this for most of their lives. He tried to regain control, his eyelids barely fluttering open as he flicked his bright blues over to the edge of the bed next to him, where a beefy topless Twi'lek male had been carefully tending to the laceration with a first aid kit that Kyo hadn't even noticed until now. Were they prepping him for whatever it was they were all about to do to him, or were they just being compassionate? He didn't know. He couldn't think straight. His lithe muscles naturally tensed and flexed as he slowly shifted in reaction to the intensified passion from the dozens of sensual fingertips that glided across his smooth skin, each one forcing tiny bumps to ripple across his surface from their tantalizing touches.

"I..." He could barely speak under his slow shaky breaths to Seela - if she remained nearby - and to the other nearby individuals that shared the bed. "I've never done anything like this..." He gulped nervously and blushed even more, unsure he even wanted to admit it. "w-whatever this is.." Up until this moment in his life he'd been completely chaste, and had never been this submissive. Now the tension was higher than ever, he was mentally disarmed, and outnumbered with no strength left to resist. Only a couple minutes had passed. The mood-setting opening portion of the song hadn't even finished, and yet it had felt like it'd been an eternity. He wasn't sure how much longer this would last, but he'd already lost so much energy. It didn't matter. Either way, it was beginning to feel like he wasn't going to make it out of this mess with his innocence intact.

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One of the other slave girls would creep up to the left side of Kyosuke, hidden from him and Gremlin by the other dozen bodies that swarmed upon the bed as she would lift a small yet heavy decoration and look to the others, standing by and ready to stick to the plan to spring the trap and knock out the unsuspecting pawn so they could all escape this prison.

Spoiler: Jizz-band version of the hit-song that the music would eventually transition into after the first one ends

 

[Zerath Eblon]

An orgy special? Zerath was gobsmacked by the audacity of the attention-grabbing move, even if the ploy was a clever one. The only problem was that the plan had expanded to include a plus one- the brooding man from the bar who now looked more like he wanted to melt away like the ice he was desperately holding onto.

Reluctantly, Zerath left the main area and the chance to beat up the Nikto, blending in with the crowd of dancers as their momentum carried them back towards the room across from the control room. As the last of the dancers filed in, the door to the control room swung open to reveal Grace; fresh off of destroying the console and thousands of credits worth of technology. Lights across the club winked out- apparently the console controlled more than just the implants- and Zerath realized that if the security here was at all capable, they’d have figured out by now something was amiss. “Secure the bus?” he asked Grace, before turning back across the hallway.

The door to the orgy flew open, and Zerath stepped inside. “Party’s over, the bus is leaving” he announced bluntly, hoping that he’d interrupted the debauchery before it could get too far; now was not the time for pleasure, and more than a few of the dancers seemed to have forgotten that. “This way, quickly. Let’s go” he said, pointing down the hallway in the direction he’d asked Grace to go.

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[Seela]

Seela wasn't paying much attention to what her colleagues were doing, busy making sure she had everyone needed in the room. what she had planned at first was to leave the unconscious body to be found by security, but now, the dancer felt bad for the visibly young, innocent, and seriously injured lad... Curse her bleeding heart, she couldn't bear the idea of leaving him here!
if only it had been one of the normal scumbags customers, she would probably have enjoyed it... but everything in her body revolted at the tought of leaving the boy at the hutts's mercy!

Seela turned back just in time to see Tryxt raising a heavy looking candle holder, poised to strike. Her blood ran cold, and she somehow managed to cross the room, and the cluster of bodies, to catch the Twi's arm in time.

"Wait! we can't leave that boy here! change of plans!"

The boy's weak attempts at resisting the touches, his exceedingly adorable blush, and the sprawling network of dark bruises on the lad absolutely did not make her change her plans! She definitely did not feel the burning need to protect and care for him! She absolutely did NOT care what happened to the boy! hey, Denial, old friend!

Seela gave a look to the others crowding the boy, having them step back a little, before sitting softly at his side, where she couldn't resist the temptation to gently brush a few strands of hair away from his baby blue eyes. Gently, she put a hand on his cheek to get his attention, which was clearly needed as the boy seemed gone flying in the extasy of the moment. When she could see his eyes focus a little bit on her, she made sure to address him as clearly as possible, hoping that the urgency in her voice would ground him a bit.

"Listen to me! I know you came in the club for rest, but unfortunately, you stumbled upon a slave liberation plan. Now, since this place will be swarming with criminals asking questions very soon, you REALLY don't want to be here longer. We have a transport off planet, and can surely drop you off somewhere, but I need to know if you have your own ship, and if it is near, because the most departing ships there are at this timeframe, the hardest we will be to track."

When the door slammed open, the dancers were on their feet ready to fight, but fortunately, it was only the blind man coming to warn them. Seela gestured to the crew to follow the man, wanting to take the rear and make sure everybody got out safely. While everybody was leaving, she put the boy's arm on her shoulder, and hers around his body, quickly helping him to get up while apologizing for the pain caused by the jostling movement, and headed to the back door of the club, pulling the fire alarm in passing, hoping to create as much chaos as she could, to shield their escape.

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[Grace Zann]

As Zerath suggested he get the bus ready, she would give him a nod. Simple, but an obvious yes. They would have to act quickly in this situation. Additionally, the woman had made one other call over commlink. Only a couple whispers that few others would hear.

Grace would simply watch on in shock as the army of dancers surrounded the man like ocean waves. The women were relentless, showing a ravenous ferocity the ex-jedi had never seen in all her prior years. Was 250 credits all it took to get this kind of response out of them? If so, then perhaps the consortium could pique their interests in one way or another.

"Everyone listen up!" She would shout, gaining the attentions of all in the room. Several dancers would give confused looks, one would even quietly ask who she was. "My name is Grace Zann. I and an old friend have come to free you all, as Seela here has no doubt told you. She also tells me your owner is a powerful man, with powerful connections... After you leave this place, I would be willing to offer each and everyone of you employment, on a world far away from here. It will be voluntary, but you will all be well paid and safe."

While Zerath's 'party bus' was landing near by the club, Grace's own ride would touch down near the exit. It was a Skipray Blastboat being piloted by Grace's nikto mercenary. He would commlink back to here, "Our ship is in position, get everyone out quickly."

"When we escape, you all will have two options. Follow me onto my ship, or follow the jedi on to their's. The choice will be yours."

Just as she finished her speech, Zreath would burst through the doors declaring the party to be over. Grace would give him another nod before shouting "To freedom!" and start running down the escape route, leading their way. She only hoped most of the dancers here would side with her in the end. Thanks to her ship's cargo hold, it would actually be able to hold all the girls. It wouldn't be an incredibly pleasant fit, but it would be well worth it for what was to come.

 

[Kyosuke Yamato]

Kyosuke's dim blues slowly fluttered open, glazed over until a flicker of light flashed across the surface of them while he lifted his gaze to Seela's. He tried to focus, but pressure beat against his skull and the drums of his ears. The Force continued to bear down on him from all sides, surging its way up to the top of his spine and into the pleasure center of his brain as it continued to amplify the intense sensations of bliss that were completely new to him. He didn't even realize he'd been subconsciously channeling the ethereal essence into the nearby dancers that had been seductively teasing his body for the trap of their escape, inadvertently sharing an inkling of what he'd been experiencing with them from the enchanting sensations.

"Nhh.." It was difficult to fight the overwhelming feeling, until the gravity of the situation hit him hard. He could barely make out what the others had said, their voices muffled in his drowsy mind, but there were a few key details he managed to make out. Aside from hearing the party was over - being the best news he could've ever heard, and he'd have to thank the others for saving him later - Kyo heard one other thing that stuck out most.

'Jedi!?'

The boy would try to alter the wavy tide of the Force that swelled around him so that it would draw less attention to his presence. He'd do his best to pull it deep inside as he'd lower his head to hide his eyes once again with his raven bangs that had been swept aside by the comforting Twi'lek girl. He would then discreetly try to slip back into his slightly cut-up shirt with the help of a few harem girls. He hoped this Grace hadn't discovered he was a Jedi Knight, but then he would subtlety peek his gaze out from over Seela's lavender shoulder to see the other person who had saved him from the -- whatever that was a few moments ago.

Kyosuke's pupils would then tighten and focus as his dim eyes flared to life. The gear, the blindfold, the persona... This must be the Jedi the Zann referred to, and a Miralukan by the looks of it. Not good. Maybe. Probably. Kyo would coyly dip his head back to the opposite side of Seela's. The last thing he needed was another Jedi "seeing" him in his flustered state, bright cheeks still pulsating as the boy grew increasingly embarrassed. He wasn't about to take the chance of having to go sit through an uncomfortable conversation about this unbearable event with this Jedi... or any others for that matter. He would make it back to his ship, alone if he could.

The wounded Knight's eyes would flicker again, light sparking in the bright orbs as he'd steel himself and push through the pain that gradually began to return. His cloak would be donned with the help of the beefy Twi'lek man that had somehow managed to get Kyo's main wound bandaged across the thin width of the boy's lithe abs in record time. Kyosuke gave the man a light nod down to show his appreciation, which was reciprocated with an obedient bow. "Yeah, I've got a ship..." The wounded Jedi would keep his voice down to hopefully only be heard by Seela. "Not far from here." He would then restrain a grunt as best he could as he tried to endure the wounds while he'd lean his left arm over the girl's left shoulder for support, then carefully got to his feet with her help. He would then continue to lean on her while he kept to her right, gradually making their way out of the unforgettable chamber with the others.



Gremlin hopped down from the pillows to the bed, nearly falling over as the exceptionally comfortable mattress threw him off balance. He managed to catch himself, checked to make sure hopefully nobody saw his blunder, then looked down to the floor and hesitated. The jet-black little scout droid then lifted his head and slightly tilted it at his bestie, who was walking away with some broad. There was almost an inaudible little whine from the droid, then he caught a glimpse of Kyosuke's inconspicuous fingertips from his right arm at his side as the tips discreetly gave a nearly unnoticeable beckoning motion just barely out of the cuff of his cloak sleeve. Gremlin would cheer silently before he'd check the coast was clear and hop down to the floor. Without hesitation he would then scamper over to the exiting pair and manage to slip just under Kyosuke's cloak tail before they left the room.



It wouldn't be long before Kyosuke and Gremlin were outside the building, the little scout droid hiding behind his friend's leg while still concealed by the cloak. The boy would still be resting his arm around Seela's left shoulder as he'd give her a gentle tug to politely stop her. His head would then turn to face a series of narrow labyrinthine alleyways, and he'd then of course give a slight nod to the darkest one of them. "I know it seems kinda sketch, but..." He gave a light shrug of his own shoulder, at his most comfortable when he was cloaked by the shadows. "The fastest way to my ship is through there." He tried to address any of the main party that was nearby, but shyly kept only the left side of his flushed face turned to look over his and Seela's shoulders. The boy then used his right hand to don his baggy hood so that most of his glowing cheeks would be hidden by the fine shimmersilk armorweave. "Thanks for not leaving me back there, but I'll take it alone from here."

He would slowly begin to pull away from Seela if she let him, ready to leave on his own, though it clearly seemed like he was in no condition to make the trip to his ship without anyone to lean on for support as he winced and grunted with clenched jaws. Suddenly realizing he might actually need a little help, Kyo's expression would fade even more than it already had, and he would ever so slightly turn his glimmering gaze to meet Seela's shiny pearls. "Actually-- I could really use a hand... If you don't mind letting me lean on you for a little longer... I'll do my best to help you go anywhere in the galaxy you want to go, and show you everything I can to help you thrive out there."


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[Seela]

Seela let the boy babble, intent on getting them out of the club quickly, scanning the surroundings in case they were followed. The young dancer was utterly confused when Kyosuke seemed intent on continuing on his own.

Silly boy! You're seriously beat up, what are you doing???

Seela let him try,feeling like he wouldn't listen if she told him otherwise, before catching up to him and slipping right back where she was with her arm around him.

"I need to make sure you at least make it safely off this planet. You are in trouble because I chose to drag you in this mess, it's the least I could do! We'll have time later to talk about the future. For now, we need to get you to your ship!"

Seela looked over her shoulder to the group of her former colleagues, seeing a small group of three of them who were newer to the slave life electing to follow the woman, while the others, about nine, went with the blind man. She hoped they would find a better life in the future. She made sure to keep this last image in her head, for Seela would probably never see any of them again.
She wasn't sad to see them go, Seela barely knew them, even if she worked with them. Camaraderie and useless chatter wasn't something Master allowed between his slaves. On that note, Seela went out of their life, and them from hers, and each took their first steps towards their new life, lives as free people.


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[Zerath Eblon]

Zerath led the way to the party bus, finding it undergoing cleaning. A quick conversation with the slave cleaning it earned him both another rescued person and the keys to the thing, and a short while later Zerath had driven the bus to where his transport was docked. As he piloted the "Krazy Kar" through the streets of Nar Shadda, he reflected on his mission.

In one area, he had succeeded- the club was out of business, with no slaves left to exploit and thousands of credits of damage to its electronics. The escape had been clean, and nobody had gotten killed... even if the fallout would likely mean the lives of more than one of the security guards. There were nine- no, ten when accounting for the bus cleaner- humanoids in his transport along with him who could now start their lives anew thanks in part to his efforts here tonight.

The recognition of his success, however, was difficult to acknowledge because of his failures in other areas. He'd failed to persuade Grace to return to the Order, and instead had helped further her goals of bringing back the Zann Consortium. The Grace he had known was no more... or perhaps the Grace he remembered had been the Grace that he had wanted to see.

Moreover, he'd lost track of Seela in the chaos and noise following the escape, and concern for the Twi'lek plagued his mind as he left the planet. Part of him wanted to put his mission on hold to look for her, but she had also surprised him with her resiliency and resourcefulness... she would be fine, he told himself, so long as her tracker implant was removed in a timely manner.

Besides, Zerath had a feeling that he hadn't seen the last of Seela or Grace.


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