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"Let us pass," the man in the cloak said, pulling it back slightly to reveal that he was a Twi'lek, heavyset, with the same blue skin color that Aayla normally had. He was missing one eye, and there was a mark across his neck that looked as if he had almost had his neck slashed open. "Then send someone to tell Lord Jabba that I am here. And that we might have a problem…"
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Later that day Aurra Sing stared at a computer screen going over the information they had on Aayla Secura and her master, which included quite a bit more than the Order possibly knew. "You're certain that girl's your niece? She doesn't look anything like this picture, hells her colors completely different, and I couldn't sense even a whisper of Force from her."
"I'm certain. I have no idea how she changed her skin color like she has, but I would know my own niece in a crowd of a thousand." Pol Secura said sharply. He was one of the heads of the slave operation that had the Jedi and his own planet's senator so incensed. Indeed, while Jabba had been the one to supply the resources, most of the planning and footwork had occurred under his watch.
Aurra stared at him for a long moment, making the man shift uncomfortably before turning to look at Jabba. Jabba nodded, and after a moment Aurra turned back to the screen to keep reading. "Do you have any Toydarians, Trandoshans or others with a good sense of smell working for you? I'll need their help to find him if he's able to use the Force to the extent that I can't already sense him the Toydarians might be able to find something. And very few Jedi realize they need to cover their scent as well."
"You will have whatever you need," Jabba said in his own language waving one meaty hand while a protocol droid translated his words for his listeners. "We cannot allow them to shut our operations down, I'm making far too much money to worry about weak Republic laws. Bring him in alive however, I will want to question him about how much his Order has already learned."
With that he chuckled voluminously, pointing at Bib Fortuna. "The girl however, probably has found some way of faking that skin disease she is supposed to have Which means you can have fun with her if you like before killing her."
"Wait! Why kill her?" said Pol Secura shaking his head quickly. "She would be worth a lot of money, she is after all a Rutian Twi'lek like me, and quite attractive to boot. You have any idea how many credits she would be to the right buyer?"
Jabba nodded his head, but his large reptilian eyes were flat. "Yes, I have a good idea of that. But I also have a good idea of how much Jedi trouble keeping her around would bring. If you can find a buyer for her within the next 24 hours, that's fine. But after that, once Bib Fortuna has had his fun, I want this Aayla creature killed immediately. I haven't built my empire this far, expanded it unseen for so long, for it all to come crashing down because the Jedi became involved because I was stupid."
Pol scowled, but nodded. "Very well, just give me the chance to try and find a buyer first. And if I cannot, record your play with her. I want to watch her suffer for her part in seeing me jailed!"
Jabba waved him off, and Bib Fortuna turned to the bodyguard that had come in with Pol. "Will you join Aurra in her hunt?"
The two bounty hunters looked at one another and shook their heads rapidly. "That's my money and my kill," Aurra said angrily to Bib.
"Bounty hunters tend not to work well together, unless we've set ourselves up as part of a group." Said the human male with a shrug. "Though I'll help you capture the girl at least."
"That will be simple, and there will no need to pay you for the work!" Jabba said with a laugh, his deep booming chuckle echoing around the control room as he gestured to one wall. A droid situated there began to manipulate controls, and several video cameras came up, little holograms popping into existence from several holders on Jabba's large hover bed.
A few of them showed live footage from the slave quarters, two large rooms where all the female slaves were kept in each with their own small cubicle carved into the rock of the palace as beds. Four girls were currently changing out of their outfits. Jabba was somewhat generous in terms of clothing as he never wanted to see a girl wear the same thing one after another, though of course all of the clothing was very brief. Two of them were sponging themselves off with a small bit of precious water, the only thing they were allowed to clean themselves with, while Aayla was pulling herself up into her bed cubicle.
She looked around as the cameras came online, subtly, but Jabba now knew what to look for as Aayla subtly covered her body as she got into bed. It was evident that the Jedi's force powers had warned her she was being watched, but there was little she could do to saver herself from the threat to come. Indeed, the idea that she would sense it coming merely added to Jabba's amusement. "I will simply gas them all, and then when that is done one of us will go in and retrieve her.
At Jabba's order another droid tapped a few buttons and gas began to come out of nozzles set into the floor and walls of the slave's quarters. It was tasteless, scentless and unseen. Even Aayla, tense as she was, only noticed it as the two women sitting on the floor cleaning themselves succumbed quickly, falling onto their sides.
Jabba watched as the young Jedi leaped other feet, summoning up some kind of Force technique that made Aura, watching from nearby narrow her eyes in surprise. But the shield, if that was what it was, didn't keep the gas out, and the Twi'lek girl attempted to hold her breath.
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