OOC - BEFORE POSTING PLEASE READ INFO IN THE SPOILER
This thread is to determine the owner of a slave character, in character, as part of the story. There is an RP planning thread ( HERE ) in which I will be deciding who the eventual owner will be OOC. Anyone who wants their player character to purchase Alisaah must post in the planning thread, responding to my criteria, so that I may make an informed decision about the character/roleplayer I choose to involve her with moving forward. Once I've made a decision it will be posted in the RP planning thread for everyone to be aware. The general idea I had for this thread is that a few interested parties might join to bid on her in an auction style scenario, with the chosen player's character out-bidding the others at the end. I'm happy for there to be other shenanigans taking place amongst everyone else so long as it does not derail the main aim of the thread or go against what has been planned.
Thank you,
Bex
Thank you,
Bex
Clink... Clink... Clink...
Nar Shaddaa, with it's sprawling urban landscape, was often a loud, noisy place. Music pumping from the speakers in clubs, speeders racing through the streets, the sound of hundreds of conversations being held by passers by. It seemed strange then that throughout all of this, the sound of chains could be heard as a young Togruta was escorted from a land speeder by four heavily armed guards towards a bazaar. Stranger still was that nobody appeared to be doing anything to stop this happening. On this planet, in this area, this was par for the course.
Any onlookers would have been able to tell, judging by the look on her face that the Togruta was intimidated though by what it was not easy to tell. It could have been the guards, it could have been the restraints, it could have been the masses of people scattered about the place. Anybody that knew Alisaah Tila however, would have known that the source of her discomfort was a fear of the unknown over all else. Today was the day that Hota Zugg, her master, would be auctioning her to a new owner.
The Togruta was a slave. She had been all of her life. Whilst the restraints and armed guards were intimidating, she was at the very least used to their presence. Alisaah was even used to the odd glances she was receiving from certain onlookers owing to the outfit selected by her soon to be former master. As a dancer, the more attractive the slave the more likely they would make a good profit - something that Zugg desperately needed. Having racked up huge debts to other Hutts and crime lords he was selling off his assets to raise funds.
As the party approached the bazaar, the hulking great Hutt came into view, surrounded by yet more bodyguards.
"Ahhh, Alisaah my darling, it breaks my heart to know this may be the last time we ever meet" crooned the Hutt, waving her escort aside and pulling her closer to him. Whilst most people would have recoiled, this again was something the young woman was used to having been Zugg's servant for five years. Those five years would have been awful for a free person to contemplate but for Alisaah, compared to her time with the Zygerrian slavers, it had been almost like being rescued. In a perverse way, Zugg had done her a big favour and, she supposed, there were probably much worse owners out there than him even if he was a disgusting, overweight slug.
"I know master, I'm worried about leaving too..." she said timidly. The Hutt began to move around her, circling Alisaah in order to inspect her before he continued talking.
"There is no need for you to be concerned girl" he said, "You should console yourself in the knowledge that I will be happy with the funds you raise for me today. Think of it as your final service to me."
This of course was not what anybody in her situation would have wanted to hear. The butterflies in her stomach were only getting worse because she dread the thought of who she may next end up with. She knew better than to expect sympathy from anyone however. She was a slave, a possession, a commodity to be traded. It did not matter what she felt.
"Come - we must register you for auction my darling" instructed the Hutt, slithering onward and leaving Alisaah to her armed escort once more, who picked up her chains and pulled her into the bazaar. The structure was enormous and the noise inside was loud. All kinds of activity was happening inside but this was not your regular market. Instead of stalls selling food, tools or medical supplies, she saw weapons, drugs and counterfeit goods. There were animals from all reaches of the galaxy locked in cages and, she noted as they approached the auction house, cages which also contained slaves, just like her. "We are no different than animals" she thought to herself.
Her guards pulled her inside as Hota Zugg spoke directly with the auctioneer - a Zygerrian. Alisaah shuddered, causing the golden tassels of her outfit to shake and clink. The Zygerrian noticed and gave an evil smile. Finishing up his conversation with the Hutt he approached her, inspecting her just as Zugg had if not in a more intrusive way. "Excellent Hota, simply excellent... this is a fine specimen and if I'm not mistaken, she was previously processed back on Zygerria by our slavers?" said the auctioneer, giving Alisaah another smirk as he pulled her mouth open to inspect her teeth.
"Ho ho, indeed she was" was the Hutt's reply, "Nothing gets passed you!"
"Yes... one doesn't forget their time on Zygerria, do they... slave?" growled the auctioneer, staring directly into Alisaah's eyes before releasing her from his grasp and cackling to himself under his breath, "Well Hota I have good news for you. You've brought me a young, female Togruta in excellent health and physical condition, a dancer who is exotic and mysterious to behold and to top it all off, she's already been through the most thorough slave processing regime in the galaxy. You're easily looking at 30,000 credits, if not more, for this one..."
"This is a little less than I had hoped" said Zugg, "But not a bad start. It will be up to you now to raise my profits further, darling Alisaah."
Alisaah looked timidly at her soon to be former master and nodded. The time was getting closer and her nerves were building. She would normally have spoken but the occasion was starting to get to her.
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