*by the time Dunta and his company could patch into the convo from afar, the group seemed to be in extasy.*

-Slaver 1-
"Dexter man, be serious, I dislike jokes with these kinds of things. A shee is coming?"

-Dexter-
"Yeah. She just sent a message. Just make sure to..."

-Slaver 2-
"Dude, that cant be man, kriff! I never signed up for this poodoo man!"

-Dexter-
"Just calm down Koun, I will do the talking. Make sure not to see her in the eye and stand out of her way. And never ever touch her, even by accident. With them, we are the slaves."

-Slaver 2 (Koun)-
"KRIFF!"

*The man called Dexter was an older one, a veteran of hard years as a master of sentient beings and in the ranks of the Juvex Import Export. On paper, he was a Human Resources Consultant. If you got an actual title other then "labour related employee", you counted as an officer. koun, the loudmouthed one on the other hand was just the typical soldier. And not the smart kind either. He was waving about as if the world is about to end, sitting down on the curb and just staring at the space between his boots.
These guys did not look like they came here to hurt anybody...*

-Slaver 1-
"You guys know what happens if one Shee is around. The Mistress is not far to follow... I didnt sign up for this poodoo either. I thought I would only have to deal with Bateman man."

-Dexter-
"Well, Situations change, you better addapt. Yesterday you were a sl... a human reasoruces recruiting agent. Tuday you were a geologist. Tomorrow, you might just become a hero. So? If SHE is coming, and we do a good job, we might just get set. No more of this corporate bullwang. This is the SISTERS."

-Slaver 3-
"Look, Dexter. I know what you mean, but this is still a huge risk. Even coming in here... look around... I feel like every time I turn my back on someone, there is a knife being pulled. We are in deep, and with banshees and even just one sister, we are in deeper. Who knows what happens if the Mistress is coming?"

-Dexter-
"Is that so? What then? bail? I got my tatoo Morrin, you got yours. We all got them. What will you do? Run, cut it off? We have no money... all are locked in corporate banking untill we return."

-Slaver 3-
"What about the product?"

-Dexter-
"No way, you want to steal from Bateman? Stealing from him is like stealing from the sisters, the Mistress herself. No way. If you run, you run poor and with what you got on."

-Slaver 3-
"I get it but its a lot better then dieing and..."

-Dexter-
"looks like your decision was made for you..."

*The ragtag group turned towards the spaceport and lowered their heads. They were silent now, even if the wind blew the sour smell of sweat and unwashed cloths towards Dunta. The eight smelled like they did not enter a bathroom in ages... like caves too. Like fear.
What came out of the starport entrence was a short dark purple twilek in nice cloths, a huge gem on a ring on her right ringfinger and a slave collar. People around gave her a rather stern look, slavery was still in the culture of the Ryloth people but since the republic had set its claw in the sistem, it has become untredny. Yes, untrendy... like wearing sunglasses at night. Well... the fact that there is a law against it might be a helping cause too, but all know that forbidding laws only create a larger black market for the thing under tabu.
Seeing a slave in daylight was strange.
Seeing slavers bow to her was even stranger.*

-Sienn-
"Who is in charge here?"

-Dexter-
"I am mistress."

-Sienn-
"Report."

-Dexter-
"We have just gotten to the city mistress. We tryed entering one of the communication hubs to get the message off world but we have failed because... well, people dislike us greatly see.. I... I am sorry we failed mistress."

-Sienn-
"And the jedi?"

-Dexter-
"No luck there either mistress. None wants to talk to us, and we arent registered in the planetary wisitors registry. Cant access any computer hubs. We are... well, we are wolf amongst a herd of angry she... gundarks."

*The strange slave woman looked at the man for a moment and then nodded.*

-Sienn-
"I see your meaning male, but this has to be done. I dont care how you do it. Use force if neccesery. A sister is in trouble, and there are littlesisters dieing. I dont care how, but you better get that message offworld to the ordered points."

*The men agreed hastly that they would do so... there was an awekward moment of silence then as the in comparison little female was looking them up, top to toe...*

-Slaver 2-
"Look mistress, I understand the seriousness of this but we are without any resources. We shouldnt even be here mistress. We lack the founds and the help from the locals. Gods, we might even be picked up now by the peacekeepers!"

*The woman looked at the man with head tilting a bit, as if she got an idea. The man got a frightened face. They might have gotten the same idea.*

-Sienn-
"Dexter, your sidearm. Now."

*The old slaver frowned, and pulled a blaster pistol out, giving it to the woman.

Now, to understand things, Sienn is no Nightsister. She is a Banshee, a personal Slave of Atia, like a handmaiden. They are her sisters in peace or battle, and she loves each and every one of them. She broke them down to husks, taking away all their pains and sorrow from the life they had and rebuilt one where pleasing the mistress is their life joy, a slavery where they are important, handled with love of their sisters and mistress. And they have a strong devotion to the Nightsister Coven.

Most importantly, she had no rules about taking life unneceseraly. Taking the pistol, she aimed in the man whom spoke to her about how hard it is to do what a Sister had ordered them to do... he turned and tried to run, and that was about that time Dunta came around to provoke the group. It didnt fully turn out as he had planned though.

The man tried to run, and bumped into Dunta, falling over him and onto the ground. Sienn was pointing the gun at the man all the time, but as someone else came in the line of fire she retracted it at once, and spoke clearly at what she thought was a poor male of Ryloth, an offworlder too.*

-Sienn-
"Move away sir, this man murdered my father, raped and enslaved me and my mother. He needs to die. I am murdering him. Please, call the authorities."

*She needed a comm station. The authorities have links to those. Any cop that might come her way might have it. She will get it too.*

*The shot is deflected strait at Dexter, whom cries out in pain and falls to the ground, clutching his shoulder wich is slowly oozing blood. The rest of the slavers take a step backwards, one even turns and runns. This was too much for him, Jedi and the Banshees, just too god damned much, he rather takes his chances as a lone slaver in a world fillled with those that has one or several family mambers trapped in slavery.

The apperently slave Twilek, but seamingly in controll over the slavers pulled her guns aim up to the sky now, and tilted her head in a curious manner. She was a beautifull purple creature, and the slaves collar on her neck was an abbomanation in all freedomloving ideologists... it was a great contrast played out here, slavers taking orders from, even FEARING a slave, but somehow, it was the present reality.*

-Sienn-
"Ah... intresting. Master Jedi, I am glad to meet you. I was number One. The mistress calls me Sienn, as it is my name wich I have earned. I wish your help in an endevour wich will save thousands of suffering lives, and free this world of present sith. Do you accept?"

*The woman said, whom was just about to shoot a man. The man in question had fled too, as fast as his feet could bare. It might also have been a bit shocking for the jedi, seeing a near homocide taking place, and such a quick turn to gentle and friendly tone that the woman now posessed. Must have set off all kinds of warning lights.*

"No."

*She replyed with annoyence. The Slavers will have to be punnished for their ineffectiveness. Every minute lost might be the loss of a little sister (twilek slave) and the enemy might get closer to finding Fa in her hidingplace, wich would be terrible. And these fools might be needed, if not for anything else, then for cannon fodder.*

"If they could have left, we would not need your help master jedi. Or at least, not as suddenly as we do need right now. I need to send an off sistem communiqe with a datapackadge to the Mistress, to gain her aid in a rescue mission, and the obliteration of said Sith by the name of Jayden Fay. We do not posess any access to a relay that would be able to do said transmission."

*She made sure to move slowly. Any quick moves might be thretening and that was the least she wanted with a potentional ally. She needed the Mistress, she wanted her. She was falling loose of options, and faliure would lower her in the eyes of her mistress. Yes, Dunta was right, it was fear of a higher up entity that drove this slave, and it was not the fear of punnishment, but the fear of loosing her respect, her closeness, her will.
She produced a datapad from her clothing and showed the futage.

In the video, there was a red Twilek slave, she wore nice cloths, and of course, the slave collar. She seemed distressed and with good waranty. There were blasterfire shots heard in the background and cries of pain. She was in a small room, badly lit, a slave living quarter it seemed. She spoke quickly.
Fa, the red twilek Nightsister played her part as a demsel in distress briliantly, as she kinda was one.*

-Fa-
"... There are about 8000 of us here, but they are killing those that do not work or pleasure their masters. It is... it is hell... We are tortured and there are some dieing from malnurrishment. They recently started to reduce us to... what they call controlable population. Please, jedi you are our only hope!"

*It seemed like that the transmission this futage was send through ended here abruptly...*

-Sienn-
"Take us the the nearest communication station that can send a message offworld."

*She said to the two officers, whom were eyeing the slavers in hight distrust and disgust. Maybe the Slavers themselves were moments from being arrested and getting that "one phonecall" they hoped they could get if the situation was so, and maybe even getting the authorities interest in the Jayden Fay situation. They were broken now though. They knew that if they stayed, maybe they could survive this day and not be forced to live a recluse life on a world where they would be lynched for their tatoos, in hiding.
The group followed the two police officers, and when they reached a terminal with connection to a strong comms array, using the inlog of one of the officers of the law, Sienn Sent the message, and then exhaled. It was done. The mistress was coming for sure.

Now it was time to rally those that has survived, and give a report to Mistress Fa. She sent out the messages, and then looked up. She seemed calmer now, a lot calmer. Not as agressive as she had been before, when she wanted to shoot that slaver on purely false accusations of rape and murder. She looked at the jedi.*

"Master Jedi, may I ask your name? Names are important, very much so. May I also ask what Temple you call your home?"

*Information gathering. There is never a calm moment for a Banshee. She needed to get every bit of information out of the Jedi, that she can report to the Mistress. If an ally can be gained here other then sith, it is more then worth it, for the Coven, for the Mistress.*

-Sienn-
"One Moment."

*She grabbed her comm, and replyed at once.*

"Master Reptel, we are at the south entrence, please come if you can. And If I can beg, be polite to our jedi friend."

*She said into the commlink, and then turned to dunta.*

"If I can beg, Master Jedi, not to provoke Master Reptel. He was once Sith, but now he follows the mistresses. He is easily goaded into a fight, and that is not what we came here for. He is a loyal and usefull member of our organisation, even if not fully housetrained. I would hate a missunderstanding to end our endevor."

*A mild threat will always be accepted if it is sided with a strong plea.

When reptel finally landed, he made a great commotion. For one, it was hard to miss his size, and for the two, his appearence, his race, the weapons and gear he had on him just didnt make him look like a champion of all that is good and decent. There was a rather intrested gathering of people, who looked onto the situation from afar, not daring to get close if there was a fight. See, there was a slave Twilek giving orders to Slavers, whom were talking to a jedi, and now, some great beast just dropped out of the sky... not a normal sight to behold, especially not on Ryloth.

As Reptel lands, Sienn quickly bows a very deep bow to him.*

-Sienn-
"Any news on mistress Fa, Master?"

*Sienn nodded, then asked for where the closest hotel was. She told the jedi to meet her when she calls him. The meeting would be in the spaceport. Then, she took her small band of bandits, her mistress guardian, and left for the hotel.

The call came a day after, at midday, not that it mattered much here in Kala'uun, in the underground. Just as the group had gathered in the spaceport, a ship entered it. The Herceles Class Escape Corvette, Inner. It looked like something that a space worm would make if it needed to go to the bin. It was based off of the Corellian Corvette, its back and middle section looked just like it, but it had a front scaffold of engines, giving it twice the thrust if needed. The ship set down and a ramp lowered. The 100m ship didnt power down, and there were some commotion. As the ramp lowered not far from Sienn, Reptel and Dunta, a small squad of police came running across the spaceport headed strait at the ship. They seemed rather ready for fighting.

Walking down the ramp was a yellow twilek, wrapped in half a dozen inches wide dark purple velvet cloth. She looked like a beautifull and dangerous mummy. That cloth covered all of her, even the Lekku-s but the belt and the slave colar she wore. On the belt there was a holster for a weapon, but nobody could see what kind since it was covered lightly by the same cloth Atia wore. So, when the local peacekeepers approached they got rather confused, seeing this creature walking down the ramp, without even a glance towards them. She was walking towards the slave, the Stenax, the slavers and the jedi. A most curious group.
The commander of the police just watched as two other women walked down the ramp (wiko and Zad), then hurryed after the one wrapped in that dark purple cloth.*

-police-
"I am sorry miss, but I need to stop you here, your ship did not register in orbit, and there is some kind of mixup. Seems like your ship is flagged as that of either Atia of Juvex, or the sith Seleevan Khar..."

*the woman in yellow stopped, and looked at the man. The cold blue eyes seered through him as she just watched. The officer took a step back... All the legends of Atia of Juvex has been circulating on Ryloth, especially amongst the slave symphatisers. Nah, she was just legend, although the man himself saw the file about a woman claiming to be Atia of Juvex once, but she was reported as wearing no weapons and fine cloth. Maybe an impostor? Trying to live up to a legend? None the less, when the words "Seleevan Khar" was mentioned he got this deadly gaze at him, and he felt like he really wanted to be some other place. Any place.*

-Police officer-
"Please, miss, can you just tell me what and where you are..."

"I am with the jedi. From the Night Jedi accademy on Utapau."

*She said in a low voice, turned and walked on towards the group. The police was just staning there, not knowing what to do. She was with the jedi, since the jedi was not slicing her in two for being Atia of Juvex, Slave Slave mistress, the Bloodhound. It would be rather unlikely that a childs tale walks right into his spaceport... allthough... the slaves collar... he needs to advise HQ about recent developments... yes, he does that. He left...

Atia and Co. got to Sienn and Co. She looked them over, first Sienn, who fell to her knees at once, forehead planted on the ground. Then, Reptel. Atia had to look up at the great Stenax, see if he was damadged or not. For ati, she needed to see who could be in combat. Then... the Jedi. She nodded towards him.*

"Greetings Jedi. I am Atia of the Nightsisters. The Matriarch has deemed me the end of your Sith threat."

*The voice was not cold and misterious as it would be in any cliché situations like this, it was more matter of fact. THIS is what will happen, and nothing else. As if it was a prophecy talked about over a cup of tea and bisquits. Why didnt atia do her usual dressup? Because this was openly Nightsister Business. If you statuate an example as someone else, then nobody will udnerstand the lesson to its full extent.
Ati turned to Sienn and Reptel.*

"Report."

-Sienn-
"We left Juvex with Bateman, acting as slave gifts for the Sith. The... " *She looked at the jedi, and then continued.* ...THe sith found out about us and tried to kill Mistress Fa. I and Reptel got the orders to flee and find help. We made it but Mistress Fa did not. No news of her since. We have the map for the Nightlands accademy, as Lord Fey calls it. I have also managed to steal a fighter equipped with stealth gear."

*Atia nodded. She understood what parts the First of Banshees would not tell. The part where Fa was sent here to set up trade routs with the Sith concerning female Twilek Slaves, in exchange for the services of a Nightsister Advisor. Of course, it was just for Fa to gain experience on the sith and information on whatever organisation this Lord Fay was a part off... and controll, of course. But That doesnt sound so well in front of jedi. Good girl.*

"Head Guardian, I will need your services for mayhem. Get into the ship and gear up, then you take the stolen fighter Sienn has stolen and attack separatley. You will be my distraction. If you need anything, or have any ideas, you speak up now. We will link up with you as soon as Sister Fa is found. Your chance to show the Guardians are an asset to the Coven has come."

*Then, finnally, she looked onto the jedi. Her voice turned from demanding and commanding to something softer, more diplomatic. It was more like a gesture of courtesy then real warmth.*

"I will need your help to settle the locals. I would hate it to see the police come back with forces and lives would be lost. As far as they know, I am from the Night Jedi Order on Utapau. So is the ship. I would appriciate your help greatly, and I invite you to the Hunt. You can..."

*Ati glanced back at Zad for a moment. She did not want to use this for her own purpouses, this mission... but this was a golden opportunity to make good with Zad. To keep the Coven together, thighten the bonds once again.*

"You can help with rescuing the slaves that are being massacered. I ask only one thing of you. The Sith Lord is mine. Anything else, glory, fame, the abbility to show your people that the Jedi are doing their job... you can have.
If you accept my offer, I would need you to go with the Guardian, help him with making a distraction, when we start. I promise, I will do all I can to help you two stay alive untill we find our Sister.

Is this acceptable to you?"

"Yes... I would cause distractions if I piloted that ship."

*She says coldly. This was a joke. Atia is know for her either morbid or jokes that others cant understand... See, Atia is the worst pilot in the galaxy. Not many knows this though as very few have seen her using anything that flew a foot above ground or higher. She frowned at Reptel.*

"I see... an other point where you Guardians show your true colours. Wery well, I am sure you wouldnt be a coward and back off from riding on the plane? If our friend Jedi here wouldnt mind flying it?"

*She grinned... although she realised she had stepped over her bounds. This was not a time to bicker, or persue her distateste for the male branch of the Nightsisters. The guardians... Why would the Sisters need males to protect them? She never understood, beside seeing their potentional as cannon fodder.*

"My sister will create a distraction suitable for the Nightsisters, and as we infiltrate the base, you fly in. I will need you to take out the shield generator, show them the map Sienn."

-Sienn-
"Yes mistress."

*Sienn stood up from her kneeling position and stepped over to the Jedi and the stenax, showing the map, and the generator building. Surely, the jedi had not accepted his part in Atias plan, but he will, or be left behind. Atia wanted this rolling as soon as possible.*

*Zadea sighs softly listening to Atia's plan and the the Guardians response to it adding his input. She knew Atia and her attitude towards the guardians and what it stemmed from she takes another step forward as she was not just another mindless banshee. She still looks at the floor, her words lacked any emotion in them, but what was more eerie was hiw the words seemed to float from the folds of her cowl.*

Atia, I know your attitude to the Citadel Guardians, but in this public place it would prove wise to show unified front, not disfunction. That being said I shall go where I am needed but fighting alongisde you would be preferred.

*She takes a step back again her voice silenced and nothing but the soft sounds oh her breathing wafted from within the cowl, Sabine had asked to watch over Atia after all.*

*Arshak looks up from his datapad as Jace's voice interrupts his absorbed concentration on the effort he has been making to hack a way into Ryloth's census bureau.* *At some point during the journey from Lessu to Kala'uun it had occurred to the gangly Etti that if he were to find a way to restore the data he had previously deleted there would be no cause for Crom'nen - the Twi'lek diplomat that Arshak had, in effect, rendered a virtual non-entity by surgically removing all of the available data about his life and existence from Ryloth's digital records - to continue hunting for the one responsible the removal.

Credit bureaus, land conveyance records and other databases proved easy enough to regain access to, and Arshak has nearly completed the work of restoring Crom'nen's digital footprint; only the census records proving somewhat challenging to reinsert. Frowning beneath the scarf that covers his nose and mouth, Arshak debates whether to finish his work or let Jace and Wade know that they've made the trip to Kala'uun needlessly. Having known the duo for so short a time, Arshak has no idea how well they will take the revelation that they separated from the rest of the crew when there was no need to do so, and absently hopes that the fact they have acquired the Loronar that brought them here so cheaply will minimize or negate their ire.*

*Grinning beneath his scarf when Seku sticks her head in the room, Arshak decides to let her be the one to break the news to Wade and Jace and prepares to explain what he has done to her so that she can explain it to them.*


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