Hunters and Witches

[Horizon]

Sitting alone in the vast wilderness of Dathomir, Saren pecked away at his multipurpose wrist launcher. He checked each firing mode to make sure it was properly working and fully loaded before sitting up from the tree he had been leaning against moments ago.

Dathomir's landscape was abstract in essence, lush green grass while adorned with soil that was colored red like the blood from a human's veins. The fauna of course stretched to the skies due to the planet's low gravity, which also manipulated the growths of the creatures who lived on Dathomir.

Occasionally as he trecked across the lands, Saren would take the time to hide himself from these creatures, specifically the native rancors. In the same breath however, Saren could also feel an unbridled sense that he was being followed. He didn't doubt it due to the fact he was in the sister's territory. This was their land and they knew it better than anyone else. Occasionally his helmet could spot one or two of these sisters before they disappeared out of range, proving his theory.

Eventually Saren made it to the settlement that he had been warned about previously. The rumor was that a Clan Mother of a Nightsister tribe was looking for an able body to do work for her, specifically pitching in with their slavery business. Saren had the pleasure of working in such a field years before, but never got on quite well with his employers who always had another angle with him.

By now, Saren had reached the gate of the tribe's settlement. Its size was massive to Saren's standards, figuring it to be that of a small city. The Clan Mother certainly had safety in mind, Saren was immediately surrounded by a mob of scantily dressed women, prodding their spears into his sides as they grimmaced and snarled in distaste.

"Your presence here outsider is not tolerated! What be your reason for this intrusion?"

"I am simply here to offer my able hands to your Clan's Mother. Rumors have reached beyond these stars and I am here to answer her request."

The leader who had spoken above the rest quickly lowered her spear, motioning for the others to do the same. Swiftly moving him inside the camp, Saren walked in the same regard as the sisters, strangers with little common ground. Night had fallen over the camp and Saren was brought forth in front of the Clan Mother's tent. Fires lit the area well enough for them to gleam off his visor as he knelt before the entrance, knowing to show respect when it was going to be needed.

 

[Kassa]

Grethallion's guards moved to the straight to take him. They lead him through the city, the layout being carefully designed and very city like. While they didn't have streets, there was a residential area surrounding the northeast. The southeast held a marketplace, while the center held a great tower which was notably where decisions were made by a council of elders. Covering the entire west area was a huge cave that notably led into a mountain chain. Inside was one of the most intense slave and prison operations in the Empire.

There were no tents however, except for the marketplace. Very few people were seen idling unless they were elderly, but even the elders seemed to be having a purpose. A variety of things were seen by the group on the way to the east. Chained Twi'leks of a rainbow variety only wearing a single loincloth around the midsection were ushered by quickly. The would be going to a Hutt to become his dancers and none of them seemed very happy about it.

Eventually, the group made their way into the large cave complex. The guards parted, as if they knew that the male was coming in to be Grethallion's visitor.

The group of Nightsisters and their escort entered. Barely dressed males had their hands and feet in shackles. You could noticeably see they were being held by extremely reinforced one-way glass. It was very intimidating, but it did make a lasting effect. These were the males captured from war. They would either become mates of the lower class of Nightsisters or have their memories drained forcibly to aid in the empire. If you kept going straight, you'd see the female variety through a bone arch. Through the right hallway were the torture and interrogation rooms. The dark side of the Force reeked from there, to the point it was sickening.

The group however, went to the right. Inside were breeding pairs of slaves, noticeably Twi'leks. They wore the same loincloths, however the rooms they were in were noticeably softer and full of baby gear. In each room were the parents and up to 7 different children. Most were the same age though, thanks to fertilization pills, spells, and trinkets.

As you passed through, you noticed the entire wing was sorted as a rainbow. Such a huge variety of colors could be seen. The group continued to walk. You could noticeably see a fourteen year old girl being separated from her parents and being marched off to a nearby room where a slightly older Twi'lek was. These two were becoming breeding partners. The prettiest and most muscular were combined to formulate the best dancers.

The group continued walking down the corridor and passed into a room. There was Grethallion, organizing every aspect of the prison along with a few advisers.

"Welcome, welcome," she rasped, knitting and rolling her hands together. "I sensed you from the moment you entered the village. You must be the bounty hunter. Come, come, we have much to discuss,"

She led him into a nearby "room". It turned out the room was really a hallway. The elderly witch walked a few paces, turned to face a door and put her pupil-less eye close to a signature reader.

"Lady Grethallion detected. Please stand back as the door opens,"

The door slid back into the wall, much like an elevator's doors would. She entered the door and smiled. It was a council room and a young, Twi'lek slave was cleaning it. She dipped her head respectively and ushered quickly and fearfully out of sight.

The old Nightsister took her place at the head of the very white room. The table was glass.

"So good of you to show up. I hope you enjoyed the would-be tour," she chuckled lightly, before continuing to talk. "I require slaves. Not just any slaves... But Jedi Youngling slaves. I figure if I can tempt them to the Dark side, I can build up an intelligence bureau. But I have a few conditions. First, they must be female. And second, they must be Force proficient. Try not to use deadly force. I prefer them alive and simply stunned. If you have a request for a gun, I shall see it made and loaned to you," the elderly woman looked him up and down.

"Any questions, Sir?"

 

[Horizon]

The walk through the camp had been more or less of a surprise to Saren. The operation itself was quite extensive and very impressive. He hadn't seen so many loin clothes in such closed spaces before in his life! When he had the chance to wipe off a stupid grin from underneath his helmet, Saren was then impressed by how the operation actually worked. Capturing slaves was one thing, but breeding them? It brought a new way to play in the game of slavery.

Grethallion was exactly what he expected, but not what he was hoping for. Old and cryptic, Saren would choose his words carefully around the woman. Otherwise she could call forth an entire tribe of scantily dressed women to string him up on a crucifix. He had hoped for a lavishly dressed queen like figure, but the galaxy never really threw down what you wanted. She was polite enough to say the least.

Upon reaching their final destination, Saren was astonished to be speaking in such a pristine looking room. He was looking to sit around a camp fire with other women that were aged like Grethallion, keeping up the entire tribalistic facade. The Nightsisters themselves held true to that theory, but Grethallion knew it was a dead-end if they were going to continue on their way in the business of slavery.

"Interesting offer, I can see the benefits that your tribe would gain from receiving these able hands within the Force."

Saren didn't know too much about the Force other than the fact that it was a natural thing within the galaxy. Some people were born with it and some weren't. However, Saren knew plenty of ways to deal with the occasional Force sensitive, they certainly weren't gods.

"However, I cannot guarantee bringing in either. Males will generally put themselves first into combat, don't think that their code prevents machismo fueled acts. It'll be easier to identify them, I can't tell you how easy it is to spot a Jedi these days. Finally if I do happen to capture someone who isn't force sensitive, I can still hand them over to you to add to your operations here."

Saren then cleared his voice for a brief moment before resuming to speak once more.

"I accept your offer nonetheless. It's not often that anyone is offered a deal like this and it would be idiotic to turn it down. My only requests are that I'm given a home here, given the chance to garnish respect among your people, and the last request being that a Nightsister accompany me on my travels when needed."

 

[Kassa]

Grethallion narrowed her eyes. The very white room seemed to be exhibiting a rather fierce amount of dark energy. The elderly witch's mind was whirring. She opened her mouth to speak, but then chuckled.

"You'd do well in politics," she says, an amused expression coming over her solemn face for just a few seconds.

"I will tell you this. You will receive less payment for a male than a female. If they're not Force sensitive, you will receive even less payment. You are doing very well in your negotiations, might I add. Your politeness is very pleasing. Not like most of the male scum I'm come into contact with,"

The elderly woman's pupil-less eyes fixated him for a moment as she began to ponder. Thanks to her deadened eyes, the poker face seemed to last for a long time before she spoke again.

"Your offer is very intriguing. We must continue our negotiation. Continue to stack your offers and pleas, for they only increase my muse," The woman held up a finger.

"You will receive a home here if you agree to my terms. First, you will serve as a member of my secret police and intelligence bureau. As you may or may not know, Dathomir was never favored by the Sith. Especially since my several of my people rebelled. I need you to silence them and bring them back, alive, to me if this ever happens again." The elder Nightsister held up a second finger. "Now we move on to your Nightsister escort. You will receive a Nightsister. However, the Nightsister you receive will be one that you captured and that has been rehabilitated in the ways of the Nightsister,"

Grethallion looked absolutely solemn for a minute before adding something else. "Should you agree to these terms, I'll construct the building of your home here immediately. It'll be a chamber nearby this hallway. I'll even throw in one of my Twi'leks to be your slave girl. Interested?"

 

[Horizon]

"Consider the deal done and signed. Unless you wanted to sign it in a different fashion."

Saren faked a cough, supposedly implying much more behind the signing than he probably should of. What better way of gaining respect of an entire clan than by pleasing the clan mother? Saren wasn't a desperate man in any form, but he had his own ways with dealing with matters when it came to respect. Also, he might've very well been kidding. Saren wasn't always a stone cold killer for hire, he was a sentient being too. The notion was left open if Grethallion felt like indulging in carnal desires, but that would mean taking a risk of her own in presuming such a thing.

"On a lighter note, I've already saved a victim for your clan to take a look at. He's a slimy, scaly bastard who is in the habit of sticking blasters into people's backs when they aren't looking."

Saren's tone was obviously disgusted. He had a rough time taking down the trandoshan before finally subjecting the lizard to a non-lethal nerve toxin. In the end however, Saren knew one day he would prove to be a dangerous fighter if trained correctly.

 

[Kassa]

Grethallion nodded as she called on a young slave girl to rush in with a large stack of papers. It was obvious that the conversation had been listened to, as the papers precisely stated orders that each side had offered.

The elderly women began signing and initialing in places rather quickly. The ancient politician was skilled in speed reading. Not to mention this was her contract, so it would be rather simple, especially since it was just a formal, Imperial-ly contracted governmental version of what had just been said.

Grethallion lifted part of the papers through the use of the Force and gently placed them down in front of the bounty hunter. She then called the slave girl back in who received orders.

"You are very wise. Bringing a slave to finalize the deal. Most efficient. Bring him in. Meanwhile, my slave is fetching architects and designers to create your house off of this hall. Afterwards, we'll looking into getting you a slave,"

 

[Horizon]

The wasn't noted, but Saren was thankful for it. He then signed at the dotted line, putting down his signature in a rather quick fashion before lifting up his head to nod towards Grethallion.

Moments later...

Saren drove the back of his foot into Balkk's back, sending him straight into a puddle of mud before a large group of Nightsisters who watched on at the display. Saren didn't forget the amount of bullshit Balk put him through.

"Did you honestly think that you were going to be able to take down me? Better yet a Mandalorian who follows the old traditions of Death Watch?"

That was right, Saren didn't follow the New Mandalorians. Instead he fought against them, terrorizing them into submission if needed. There was no code to hold Saren back from achieving his revenge and so this path begun with Balkk's capture and release into the arms of the Nightsister's. Pecking away at his wristpad, Saren unlocked the collar around Balkk's neck which then slid off, falling into the mud with a splash. If Balkk had the guts to fight against Saren with his moment of freedom, now would've been his best bet.

 

[jp5125]

Balkk felt a sharp pain in his back as Saren kicked him, knocking him into the mud. Spitting out the mud, Balkk didn't listen as Saren babbled. He was busy examining his surroundings. He heard Sarens voice stop. Balkk stood up and looked Saren straight in the eyes, his claws still handcuffed tight.

"I know you want me to attack you, just so you've an excuse to spill my guts on the ground." Balkk said smirking.

"I'm not that stupid, I'll die on my own terms." Balkk said, turning around waiting to face whatever lay ahead.

 

[Kassa]

Grethallion smirked as he signed the papers. She retracted them deep into her sleeves and awaited as he fetched the slave. In the meantime, she would do the same. It was true. The elderly woman had such a variety of them, she couldn't help but scan them over.

Red, black, orange, purple, pink, green, blue... So many colors. In the end, the elderly woman picked out the one she thought was pretty.

A little over sixteen, the slave was a golden Twi'lek that possessed an absolute stunning beauty over her. Long lekku fell down to her mid-back. A porcelain face fluttered over her. Extremely thin, yet desperate looking, this slave was being saved for someone who was willing to pay a high price.

However, her golden parents had their second litter and more and more prettier Twi'leks would age shortly. She didn't have much time or she would simply become yet another breeding partner.

Grethallion entered a passcode and caused the reinforced window to lift. "Slave X-079, we have found use for you. You've been given to a bounty hunter. Follow me this way. We'll find a covering for the rest of your body after he examines you and decides if you're the one he wants,"

Grinning, she led the Twi'lek into the chamber they were meeting. The Trandoshan and Mandalorian should find their way in shortly.

 

[Horizon]

Saren didn't need to say anything else. He merely chuckled loud enough for Balkk to listen to as he motioned him to follow. Saren wasn't worried whether or not Balkk would strike with his back turned. Even on their way back in, Saren was accompanied with another Nightsister pack to help escort Balkk. Upon entering the room, Saren bowed his head for a brief moment before motioning to his capture.

"This was the trandoshan I spoke of earlier. He's feisty and could prove useful like I said."

Saren then turned his attention to the young Twi'lek set before him. He didn't have to do much looking to actually figure out how young she was, but that was how Saren preferred his slave. Potentially Saren could train his new found slave into becoming a killing machine to serve under the remaining Death Watch members. It was that or she was going to prove a fine waste of time in space.

"Anything else that you need from me?"

It was almost time for Saren to depart on his new challenge of hunting female force sensitives. The task would prove to be daunting, but Saren knew it was possible.

 

[Kassa]

The Twi'leks hands were quickly bound. The nearly-naked female was half-shoved, half-pushed towards the bounty hunter as the woman's eyes focused deeply on the Trandoshan.

An intense amount of Force energy seemed to pour from the elderly woman. She held out a single hand and gripped it forcefully, which potentially caused the Trandoshan to draw up, stiff and rigid. If successful, she'd hold him in place.

Either way, the group of Nightsisters ushered in and surrounded the Trandoshan and tossed a loincloth at his shoulder and then shackled his hands. "Take him away and find him a nice interrogation cell. I'll give the order when to begin forcefully extracting any information he may be keeping. Until then, change him into his prison garb and hold him. Bring any weapons he may be holding back,"

She turned into the Twi'lek made for breeding. "Be glad I didn't give you to a Hutt. Amorphous invertebrates that can't move on their own make quite a master. Especially thanks to chains," she looked at the bounty hunter. "Do as you please with her. If you tell me what you plan on doing with her, I may have some garbs from the slaves brought in. She most definitely needs something to cover herself with,"

 

[Horizon]

"That'll do just fine. Soon enough I'll have her working to be self sufficient."

His new companion would be more than a able body aboard his ship. Training his slave to become a member of Death Watch would only prove to be useful. She was young and ready to be taught the correct principals that are what the Death Watch hold dear.

"Do you have a name?"

Saren's question broke the silence that filled the room. He hoped to try and establish some kind of connection early before they departed. As he waited for a reply, Saren even though of his own names to give his slave. She would abandon her previous identity to embrace a new, useful guise that would pave her future.

 

[Kassa]

The golden Twi'lek looked at her new master fearfully. The golden Twi'lek was then outfitted on the spot by another servant. She was dressed in blue tribal wear and after she was outfitted, she looked like something along the lines of:

Spoiler: Tad Large and PG-13ish

The scared teenager didn't no exactly what to do. On one hand she was relieved to go and on the other, she was terrified. What did this man want from her? With any luck, he wouldn't be like the frisky Hutt that so many of her sisters and cousins went to.

"I have no name. Just a label. Slave X-Zero Seven Nine." This was the first time she spoke, however her voice was beautiful and cheerful. She was certainly meant to be a dancer for a Hutt or something of the sort. Her soothing voice seemed to drown out Grethallion's black magic aura seeping out. It seemingly calmed the entire atmosphere.

The elderly witch nodded with approval. She picked a good slave to give the bounty hunter.

 

[jp5125]

"There's something i need." Balkk said. He knew he was talking to the nightsister, but he had to ask.

"I assume the night sisters are going to use me as an assassin, or mercenary." "But before I can do so i need my weapons and armor back. All of it. Especially the Trandoshan War Blade." Balkk asked Saren.

"Im no use to these nightsisters without my gear."

 

[Kassa]

The Nightsisters grinned demonically as they went deeper into the chamber. They looked at the scaly Mandalorian, then at one another.

"Who said anything about you being an assassin or mercenary? You were captured by someone stronger than you. Thus, you're slave material. But before my Lady Grethallion either sells or kills you, we're going to drain the information you have about where you came from. Your chances of survival are great, if you act kindly. Your chances of escape are zero unless you're sold,"

The Nightsister addressing him chuckled as they led the shackled male into an interrogation room where they would change him into the slavery garb and stamp a number on his shoulder to keep him identified. They followed up by sitting him down at a table. Grethallion would address him shortly.

 

[jp5125]

Smirking, Balkk knew that it had taken 2 bounty hunters to take him down, plus one was a pulra. Balkk knew he would have killed Saren if it were a one on one fight, but obviously Saren knew how to make situations work to his advantage. Balkk gave him credit for that much.

"So be it." "But you wont find anything of interest in here" Balkk said tapping his head.

 

[Horizon]

Hopefully that was the last time that Saren would see Balkk. It wasn't a pleasure every second of the way of dealing with the scaly bastard and to be frank, Saren felt relieved. Turning to his slave, Saren finally had the chance to listen to his companion for the first time. Suddenly the line between slave and raising her to be a warrior quickly blurred.

"Well slave, I think it's time that we left this place behind us for a little while. Hopefully you don't mind a bit of space travel."

Motioning to the door with his head, Saren walked out of the camp with his slave right behind him. It was a interesting twist of events. What was supposed to be an attempt to capture one of the new mandalorians, Saren ended up putting an end to a troublesome lizard who liked to play dirty tricks. Thus ending the story with Saren receiving a young Twi'lek who was in prime condition for many things, one of them being turned into a warrior like himself. They boarded Saren's personal ship and blasted off in the atmosphere, leaving Dathmoir behind for now at least.

(Gone!)

 

[jp5125]

Balkk watched as Saren walked away with the Golden Twi'Lek. He gritted his teeth in anger. Balkk may have a crude way of getting things done, but Saren was nothing more than a slaver and a thief. He had stolen all of Balkk's Gear, including his Trandoshan war blade. Balkk could care less about the other stuff, but the war blade was very valuable to him, and he intended on getting it back. But first, he had to get out of here.

Balkk looked across the table and stared at the nightsister on the other end. She was old, Balkk assumed this was the clan mother. Time to work my magic, Balkk thought.

"I assume you are the clan mother?" Balkk asked the older woman.

Balkk could see the wisdom the older woman's eyes. He didn't want to be here. There was hundreds of things he could be doing that would be much more productive than this. Maybe he should kill the clan mother, she was small and he doubted she could take a blow to the temple or a slice to the jugular. No, that would cause too much trouble. How about using the clan mother as a hostage, and leaving the camp? No, there wasn't anywhere he could go. Balkk decided to wait until things played out before planning his escape.

 

[Kassa]

Grethallion narrowed her eyes at the Trandoshan as she made her way into the interrogation room. The reptile's arms and legs had been bound by shackles and manacles and the only weapons in the room were wielded by the elderly witch's guard.

"Trust me, you won't be here for long. Another senator I know is interested in your kind. Obviously, if that bounty hunter is a member of Death Watch, you oppose him, my Mandalorian,"

She grinned evilly, the elderly woman waved a hand and talked in a soothing voice afterwards, trying to coax the information out of him. She was definitely adept at the Mind Trick.

"Tell me all you know about the Mandalorians,"

 

[jp5125]

Balkk wasn't stupid. People thought Trandoshans were al dumb. People were wrong. Balkk could tell that the Elder Nightsister was trying to get him to tell her valuable Information about the Mandalorians.

"The Mandalorians are an honor bound race that would never give information to their interrogator no matter what form of torture they put him through." Balkk said smiling.

He loved getting on peoples nerves, especially when they tried attacking him. That usually was the biggest mistake anyone could make.