Open Jakku Jedi Bargain Bin Sale

[Baghra Desilijic]

A day later...

It wasn't hard to get the galaxy's criminal element riled up for a good auction. Especially when that auction involved the selling of a live Jedi Padawan—which she was, of course, broadcasting as a Sith-slaying Jedi Master because that actually sounded something worth buying. The girl (@LadyRen) had quite literally fallen into Baghra's lap. It was so unfortunate that her friend (@Wit) had died before she could be sold too; but at least now she could be the "dead Sith" in her marketing scheme. Either way, there was money to be made. All the best scum from the Inner to the Outer Rims would want a chance to bid for her; and Baghra was going to get paid lucratively either way. It was hard not to drool at the prospect.

The girl currently found herself chained at the base of the great Hutt's throne in her palace outside Niima Outpost on Jakku. Shock cuffs and collars were in place so that she didn't think about using the Force, and Baghra had confiscated hers and the dead girl's lightsabers the day before, lest she try to cut her way out. «It's a shame there weren't more Jedi with you, girl,» Her Voluptuous Immensity chuckled as she gargled something green from a wine glass. «I could've financed an entirely new palace with a few more Jedi chicklets.»

Security was tight. Gammorean guards were posted around the throne room, two at each entrance, and there was of course the big trap door under the rug in front of the throne in case anyone was stupid enough to attempt stealing Baghra's prize. But she wasn't concerned. There were few in the galaxy who would cross her father after his recent... displays.

Once everything was in place, Baghra cleared her immense throat and addressed the chamber. «Greetings, scum and villainy alike!» her great voice boomed. A protocol droid translated for her, though not as eloquently as her father's droids often did. She would have to change that at some point. «The auction for this colorful creature—» She waved to the captured Padawan of multi-colored hairs «—will begin shortly. For now, settle in, get something to drink, enjoy the band, and get to know one another.»

———​

Note: DD within reason (like you do something stupid)—open to anyone from any faction with the means to try to purchase the Jedi Padawan (the wonderful @LadyRen's character).

 

[Preef Callo]

THEME​

An old rodian walked passed the Gamorrean guards without even paying attention to them. His gaze fixed on today's prize -the object of everyone's obsession- and smoke twirled upwards from his blackened cigara. This was Preef Callo. The legendary gunslinger that was not only the former boss of the Crymorah Syndicate and a known killer of Hutt Lorda's, but also chief enforcer of the current Supreme Mogul of the Hutt Cartel, Nor'baal Desilijic.

He walked up to the Scion and the boss' youngest child, Baghra, and bowed as was customary. "Thank you for welcoming me into your home, your eminence of the Desilijic and supremebeing of Jakku," he spoke clearly, but in basic, and as Baghra was the only one of the Desilijic Hutts on Jakku it was considered thusly that she was the supremebeing on the world. "And that you would think of your father's poor enforcer and invite him to this auction," the rodian smile quickly faded when he rose again and turned his head to look at the young JEDI girl. Preef Callo was far from a "poor" enforcer and had fought multiple Jedi Knights and even Masters in his long and storied career. Still, it didn't hurt that while comparing your wealth to that of a Hutt, you made sure you were poorer by far. Otherwise they'd think they'd have to take it from you, you see...

The rodian turned and directed the Mandalorian mercenary that accompanied him to the bar. They'd have some spiced Chandrilan thirty year old rum, some refreshing water and then outbid everyone else at the auction.

@Malon @Scoobert

 

[Aaisha Varr]

Aaisha couldn’t deny being incredibly intrigued by the auction. It wasn’t often that Jedi - even their younglings - were captured and sold into slavery, and it represented a unique opportunity for the Morganian. Whatever price the Hutt demanded, she knew the Jedi Order or Empire would be willing to pay more. Naturally, Aaisha came prepared to compete - still having secured small fortune after conducting that heist on Indupar with Edin, years ago.

The Morganian entered the Hutt’s palace alongside another cluster of potential buyers, golden eyes sweeping the Throne Room. She wasn’t particularly fond of the Hutts - detested their presence, in fact - but that wasn’t relevant to the matter at hand what-so-ever. She spotted Baghra perched above them all, and proceeded to wear her brightest and most charming smile.

Her gaze only briefly flicked to Lia, examining the woman like priced livestock before turning her attention elsewhere.

“Your Eminence,” Aaisha offered a deep bow to the Hutt, greeting her with a smile. “Thank you for this invitation. I trust the night’s proceedings will be everything you have promised.” She gestured to a crate that was brought in by one of Baghra’s own men, inspected and double-checked for any foul play. “My most humble tribute, hardly worthy of your grace.” Upon opening, Baghra would find it filled with a shipment of refined Spice - secured during the Morganian’s latest run.

Aaisha lingered long enough to hear whatever the Hutt had to say - and baring any important conversation - would proceed towards the crowds and drinks. The auctions would begin shortly, and she opted to mingle in the meantime.

 

[Laren Vano]

Laren had been gifted the honor to accompany Preef Callo to attend an auction held by one of the Hutts. Baghra was a little bigger than Laren had anticipated but nevertheless it was time to show respect as he had seen Preef bow to them. Laren would half bow, as he was here to give Preef the extra protection he didn't need but requested. As he bowed he would speak, "An honor, Your Grace." He never understood the ego of a Hutt, but they liked their praise so best to just give it to them.

Following Preef to the bar, he would grab himself a shooter and a glass of some fancy purple drink. Preef had known riches so letting him order was the best bet. Taking a seat by but not too close to Preef he would watch on scanning the room doing his job, and then after a few seconds realized how boring it was so far. Lifting his helmet slightly to only reveal the lower portion of his mouth he would lift the cup with a straw in it to sip from it and then set it back down, placing the helmet back the way it was prior.

"So, what do you got your eyes on Boss?" Laren was curious, if he could understand what a former Syndicate leader was interested, he may learn the value of a prize in what seems like nothing. Perhaps even ascend to where Preef once was himself. This was a business deal he had with Preef, but he would ultimately try to treat this as a paid internship. Might as well make money while learning. Preef could afford it.

@Malon @Eccles

 

[Liana Mason]

The last thing Lia remembered was how they had been 'saved' by those little creatures. Ciri and her had found themselves in a net, their bodies pressed against once another while they had escaped the quicksand field that had devoured Ezra and Kieran almost completely. Lia had assumed the creatures had saved them, just like she had panickingly begged, but once she had regained consciousness, things had been...strange.

She had found herself restrained and dazed. Her skin burnt, her throat had been dry and her eyes watery. She had first perceived some incomprehensible babbling before she had managed to blink a few times and spotted a hutt through blurry eyes. Her body had ached and after a while she had spied a few bruises on the parts of her exposed skin that seemed to stem from her transport, yet she had absolutely no clue what was going on.

She had been alone. No Ciri, no Ezra, no Kieran. No one but a bunch of strangers. Then, a droid had started adressing her in Basic, but it had taken minutes until she had understood that he had told her something about her 'dead' friend. Things hadn't made sense. Until her mind cleared up a little. Still, she hadn't had the energy to process those words at all. Nothing made any sense and she refused to believe any of this was happening. Perhaps, it had all just been a nightmare? Because everything that had happened on Jakku surely had seemed like one...

----

She hadn't slept a single second and her thoughts were racing the longer she stood. Her legs were already aching and she had no idea where she was or whether she was even believing this was all really happening. She was in deep denial, yet her absent glare already displayed that she was in a state of emergency and that this might not have been just a nightmare...

She felt cold, so cold. Her little heart was pounding in her chest and her eyes were wide as more and more people entered the halls. She had no idea how much time had passed or what the Force was happening, but it simply didn't look good for her. She was terribly afraid and this deep rooted fear kept her from processing anything else so far.

A weird scent lingered in the room that was nothing but a mixture of all sorts of unpleasant smells that had united in a weird, disharmonic way. Yet, the padawan didn't even care. She was a motionless shell of her old self, cuffed and collared and chained up like an animal. Every now and then, her body was shaking as she stared against the barren floor.

There were seemingly a thousand voices around her while the usually loud, bubbly, always optimistic and happy padawan tried to do what she usually did: find the light. Even in such a terrible, terrible situation. Everything was so surreal that she couldn't grasp any of it all. The Hutt's voice then boomed through the room, but again, she didn't understand a single word while she faintly inhaled.

@Malon @Altaris @Eccles @Scoobert

 

[Skelgok Desilijic]

If there was ever something a Hutt wanted more, it was obviously something that another Hutt had that you didn't. Skelgok might have had more than a century on Baghra, but the fact that he did not have a Jedi in his possession while she did, made the lard lad green with envy.

With thunderous applause, not entirely only within his mind but also proffered by his own pair of vicious Gamorreans, Skelgok entered his younger cousin's palace and took up an advantageous position for the auction. With the deep pockets, one would expect from a Hutt of his size and family name, made more flush by his recent criminal activities and support from the family patriarch it was clearly inevitable that he would win the prize.

Naturally, he would speak with their most gracious host before the auction began.

<"Baghra, may you bathe in riches, I must say that I have never seen a Jedi up close before, but their powers are legendary. Of course I would not dare visit without bringing you a gift! It is said that this one is half-Oculan, which half, well I leave that for you to determine! He claims that he can withstand anything done to him, I say he will regret such words."> @Malon

Skelgok would stay until it was time for the auction to begin, readying himself to claim his prize.

@Malon @Altaris @Eccles @Scoobert @LadyRen

 

[Zira Suvan]

It wasn’t a Hutt auction if there wasn’t any entertainment. Zira was here with her present master, a Trandoshan that often threatened to eat her if she stepped a toe out of line. She was used to such threats and it was business as usual. He wanted to impress Baghra, who was the daughter of the most influential Hutt in the galaxy. He was smoking a pipe, glaring at the other attendants that were stealing attention away from him. He clapped his hands while looking at Zira.

Regardless of who was watching, the Zygerrian woman stepped out to perform. Like anyone else for sale or a slave, she had a shock collar around her neck. Zira was adorned in a form fitting belly dancer dress, the top ending just barely beneath the breasts to reveal her slender and toned stomach. This was joined by a skirt with slits running up the sides to expose her long legs. She wore what appeared to be anklets, but really they were further restraints.

Music​

She began to dance as soon as the tunes began, moving her hands and arms in intricate gestures. She spun around and swayed her hips to the beat, a blur of movements when she needed to be, excruciatingly slow at other times. Through it all, she tilted her head to look at the audience, flashing a sultry look with her fiery eyes and a fanged smile.

Zira moved with grace and poise, every gesture practiced and charged with energy. She commanded the floor where she performed, dropping to the ground to rock her shoulders back and move to the rhythm. The Zygerrian was largely unconcerned about the Jedi being sold or whatever fate awaited the wretch. She was only here to please her master.

@Malon @Altaris @Eccles @Scoobert @LadyRen @Xorism

 

[Ivarr Bone Breaker]

Ivarr did not greet Baghra Desilijic, as she had been in the room for hours before guests began to arrive. It would soon be common knowledge that the Desilijic's had a new breed of guard prowling around. The Kougine Lohba, the newly reformed elite guard of the Hutts, were temporarily stationed here. For the time being, Ivarr found herself and her people shifted around quite a bit, forced to learn all of those whom they were charged to protect.

She saw it more as just an excuse to show how 'understaffed' she was. Growling beneath her armored helmet, she slung her bowcaster over her shoulder and rested against the side wall. In her mind, she calculated the rough distance between her and everyone else in the room, potential threats. Though no one, not even the Jedi, concerned her. No one except Preef (@Eccles). His reputation was legendary, something that Ivarr tended to point to when addressing her men.

'See him? Be more like him'. She would tell them, hoping one day it got through their thick Deucalian skulls. Until that day came, she would remain the strongest of her clan and of the guard. Shifting her bowcaster back into her hands, the tall woman took to watching a local dancer (@Sreeya) to pass the time. Her mind drifted as she watched, wondering what it would be like to own a Jedi.

 

[Baghra Desilijic]

Baghra took each greeting and acknowledgement of her eminence with swelling pride. She wished her older twin siblings had come — or her father. The look of jealousy on Arok and Moghra's faces, the look of pride on their father's, would have been worth the lives of a thousand pathetic Jedi.

«Don't loose heart now, girl,» Baghra boomed to the young Jedi (@LadyRen) chained at the base of her immense throne. «The fun is only just now getting started.»

Just then, she spotted her great-uncle among the incoming rabble. She had prepared extra thrones in case members of her family showed up. It was good to see Skelgok (@Xorism) at least at the sense to come and celebrate her in her moment of triumph. «Uncle,» Baghra exclaimed, waving her stubby hands in the air in his direction. «I knew I smelled something foul and familiar. You always have a seat in my home.» She then turned her horrible gaze upon the fine specimen of a slave her great-uncle had brought her. «I'm sure I can find ways to test his endurance. Bring him up here to me.» She gazed slyly down at Liana. «He can keep the girl company in the meantime.»

Now, it was time to start.

Baghra signaled her protocol droid, who would begin translating her every word for those who did not know Huttese into the variety of languages spoken in the room: «And now for the main event! You all came here to cast your lots for this Sith-slaying Jedi Master!» She waved in Liana's direction. «A foul creature to tame, to be sure, but nothing is impossible for a Desilijic! Have I any moldy old crooks brave (or stupid) enough to try and tame her as I did?» She wore the girl's lightsaber around her neck to add to the theatrics. «Step forward, step forward, cast your lots! Bidding begins at 1,000,000 credits!»

She could practically hear the groans now for such a high price, but they were lucky they weren't dealing with Nor'baal. He would've tripled the price. Jedi weren't easy to come by on any day, and she knew, as well as they did, that they would never get another chance at such a rare prize for their menageries.

@Eccles @Altaris @Sreeya @Scoobert @Black Noise

 

[Preef Callo]

THEME​

Finally the auction itself started and the old rodian stepped forward to once again inspect the merchandise after Baghra's grand claims. He looked at the young girl, the sad and tired expression and outlook, and wasn't convinced. "Wait a second," he said, voice booming so everyone could hear. This would also signal to the Mandalorian that was accompanying him to be ready in case things got sour.

The old rodian turned to the others present and shook his head, "You all know me. I shot Jedi on Sullust and Kessel. I know how to recognize them," he began, shooting a look at Baghra, too, to show her that he knew this wasn't a Sith-slaying Jedi Master. "We'll need proof that she can actually use the Force."

And if that wasn't in the cards, something to sweeten the deal.. something like that Zygerrian dancer that had been looking Preef's way as she danced. He wanted her back with him on Tatooine.

@Malon @Scoobert @Altaris @Sreeya @Black Noise

 

[Laren Vano]

Seemed Laren was finding out exactly what he had his eyes on when Preef had spoken up. The Mandalorian knew the outburst would draw attention, so he held his hand on his blaster pistol ready for the quickdraw, and would scan the room, any sudden movements, any dirty looks. He had to be sure of who would be cracking their shot at the the gunslinger.

Stood out of his seat showing how tall he was, and so that everyone could see how large his muscular form was. Laren was not afraid of anyone here, except for the hutts. After hearing about the capture of a Sith Lord it's only something to imagine what they could to the rest of the galaxy.

This job seemed easy enough, and now he was in a position to fight for Preef's life should some random guy in the bar be too drunk to reason. Preef's outburst was not unwarranted, Laren had met many people with a killing face, with the aura that they were responsible for someone's death. This little girl.. she wasn't it. There was no stone face, no confidence in themselves. They were just a kid.. scared they won't make it home.

@Eccles @all others

 

[Ivarr Bone Breaker]

One million credits, of course Baghra would start at something that high. The Hutt, like so many others of her species, was constantly looking to cheat her way to greater wealth and greater status. What could not be gotten legally would be made legal or simply acquired by any means necessary. Naturally, this was a trait to be admired among Ivarr's people. They were pillagers by culture, after all. Did Deucalians not cheat, lie and steal at every opportunity to gain greater strength and wealth? Of course, they did.

Then Preef spoke once more, and Ivarr could barely suppress the growl that rose up in her throat. He deftly undercut Baghra's speech with a sprinkling of his vast experience, and that made the 'Jedi's' worth tank instantly. Unless, this little girl could prove she was a Jedi. Suddenly realizing the situation she stood in, Ivarr turned towards the Jedi. Hoping and praying to the old gods that (@LadyRen) she would make eye contact, Ivarr waited until that moment to subtly shake her head. 'No' she wanted to convey. 'Don't show your skills.'

It was not out of any desire to protect the Jedi that Ivarr did this, rather, it was to allow her price to tank. Because even if she wasn't a Jedi, the little girl still had a lightsaber in her possession when the Hutts found her. That much Ivarr knew for sure. Therefore, they were a Jedi and would be a great asset if Ivarr could bid on them, or they were a very rich kid whose parents would pay a lot of money for them back home.

Either way, Ivarr wanted this kid.

@LadyRen @Malon @Eccles

 

[Aaisha Varr]

Aaisha leaned her weight against the side of the counter, listening to the conversations and schmoozing that was taking place. She took a sip from her drink, golden eyes sweeping the crowd - until finally settling on the dazzling visage of Zira. The Morganian had encountered a multitude of Zygerrian’s during her career as a smuggler and criminal, though usually found them on the opposite end of the slave collar.

The woman was mesmerizing to behold, and Aaisha didn’t care how her smoldering gaze lingered - drinking in every sway and undulation of the feline’s figure. If Zira ever cast her gaze in Aaisha’s direction, the Morganian could tip her glass in the dancer’s direction. She made a mental note to inquire as to the slaves price, if Baghra didn’t drain what fortune she had to spend.

Of course, the Morganian couldn’t help but arch a brow when Preef spoke - calling into question the validity of Lia’s Force Sensitivity. It wasn’t hard to decipher that the Rodian was attempting to get the Hutt to risk Force usage or lower her price. Nevertheless, Aaisha couldn’t help but glance at the multitude of family members and Hutts that were also in attendance.

“I believe we are all familiar with you, Mr. Callo,” Aaisha said smoothly, drawing a finger across the rim of her drink. “All the more reason I am surprised by your suggestion. Jedi are dangerous creatures - and you wish to endanger us all by allowing them to demonstrate their magic?"

"More importantly, are you implying that our Gracious Host - daughter of the Supreme Mogul of the Hutt Clans - would lie to us?" She casually gestured to the Lightsaber around Baghra's neck. "Are you calling into question the integrity of the Desilijic Kajidic?” She clicked her tongue in almost disbelief, shaking her head. Her golden gaze flicked over to the Hutts in attendance, knowing her last comment applied to each and every one of them. She couldn't imagine any of them would take it well - and wondered if Baghra would entertain someone who openly insulted her at such an auction.

It certainly served her purpose for Lia’s price to drop, and made no attempt to bid quite yet. But it equally served to appeal to Hutt vanity and pride - while potentially eliminating someone else from the bidding. Preef had more wealth than the majority of them, and Aaisha already knew that going toe-to-toe with the Rodian wasn’t going to end in her favor.

@Sreeya @Eccles @Malon @Black Noise @Scoobert @Xorism

 

[Amos McCord]

Amos McCord was uncomfortable with the proceedings, but he wouldn't show it. Years of giving professional counseling to Rangers- most of whom knew how to read body language to some degree- had conditioned him to keep his true feelings behind a mask, which served him well within this den of dangerous criminals.

It had been a whirlwind few years for the analyst. First was the news that the New Republic was eradicating the Sector Rangers. Then came an all-too-hasty move to the FWA, followed by the first of what would become a regular series of field assignments. Now, he found himself wasting away on Jakku, somehow still within the FWA's borders; apparently, the faction collected the castoffs of the galaxy.

Of course he had to investigate rumors of a Jedi being sold. The Ranger knew that he likely couldn't win a bidding war for the poor girl, but he could observe the proceedings. Instead, the incognito Ranger played the part of one of the many hopeful bidders suddenly here more for the spectacle than the girl as the asking price was, in a word, astronomical. Already it was approaching the limits of his finances; his pension, life savings, and the money he'd managed to accrue as a result of a lucrative speaking tour after discovering a Clone Trooper on Felucia.

That news was nearly as unwelcome as the reemergence of one Preef Callo. Every Sector Ranger knew of Preef, who was in a class all by himself when it came to scum, villainy, and notoriety. There had been rumors of the Rodian's return from the dead, but there was no denying that Callo was here, in the flesh.

The analyst sighed to himself and rubbed his temples, watching as bickering- over a Hutt's honor, no less- broke out. How many more years until he could retire?


@allthehumans

 

[Skelgok Desilijic]

Skelgok's present made his way over as directed and the Hutt took his place just in time for the auction to begin. Strangely those in attendance seemed to struggle with the concept of an auction, instead of placing bids they argued with and insulted the host. It was clear that they needed to be shown how such things work, perhaps they had all come to witness Skelgok himself secure the Jedi.

Raising his hand to offer the million, Skelgok placed the first and hopefully last bid on the lot. The spice trade had been great for the Hutt's cash flow and the sizable investment by the Mogul himself would ensure that he could compete with anyone stupid enough to try. Still, it didn't hurt to whittle down your competition, lethally or not.

<"If the Rodian knows how to recognize them, why does he require proof? You're either calling my kin a liar or you're one yourself, which is it? You should leave before the great Nor'baal hears of this">

@Malon @Altaris @Eccles @Scoobert @LadyRen @SlagathorTheUnknown

 

[Baghra Desilijic]

Baghra held up one pustule of a hand to cease the bickering. It was to be expected. This wasn't a meeting of the Jedi Council. Criminals tended to yell, bicker, and posture. She had seen enough of it growing up in her father's court. Her booming laugher silenced the rabbling crowd. Hutts were known to do that when they began to laugh.

«Now, now, I'm sure the esteemed Preef Calo did not mean to insinuate that a scion of my family would lie to her esteemed guests.» Her voice rolled like thunder across the throne room. «Nor would a Hutt come without proof.» She hit a button on her arm rest and immediately holographic images of the dead Jedi girl (@Wit) from before appeared on screens throughout the room. «This was the dangerous Sith she killed before my apt agents apprehended her. She was weakened from their battle, which is the only way my men were able to capture her.»

Baghra directed her bulbous eyes towards Preef (@Eccles). «That is why I will not unbind her to demonstrate the Force,» the immense Hutt continued. «A Jedi capable of such wizardry would put my esteemed guests in harms way. Guests under my roof and protection. This is not how a Desilijic behaves.» Bantha poodoo. It was how Hutts behaved -- somtimes. When it was within their interests, at least. «Now, you see what the beast girl can do. Like all Jedi Masters, her outward, vomit-inducing, colorful appearance is a deception! And so I will resume the bidding at 1,000,000 credits!» Baghra licked her lips again. «Let us begin with no further interuptions.»

@Sreeya @SlagathorTheUnknown @Xorism @Altaris @Black Noise @Scoobert

 

[Ivarr Bone Breaker]

And that was that, either Ivarr would bid on the Jedi assuming they were Jedi, or she would back down. The Deucalian didn't know much about Jedi, but she knew that, even if half of what Baghra said was true, the young one would be worth it. Stepping up slowly and deliberately, Ivarr raised and hand and spoke, "Most eminent ruler of Jakku, Baghra Desilijic, whose glory knows no limits, I raise the bid to 1,100,000 credits. The Kougine Lohba could learn much from a Jedi in order to better protect our most esteemed charges." With her accent thick and foreign, the warrior stepped up to begin the war.

Anyone who knew of the elite guard would know they didn't have that kind of cash on hand, but Baghra and Skelgok would know that Ivarr had been granted a blank check from the glorious Nor'baal Desilijic himself. The backing of the richest Hutt this side of the galaxy was nothing to scoff at. However, there was a small caveat to that blank check that only Ivarr knew about.

Whatever Ivarr spent would need to be repaid.

This put a hard limit on what Ivarr could bid. But she hoped that no one else really wished to try and outbid her further than a few quick raises here and there. Raids had been planned, the Law of Plunder would grant Ivarr what she needed to get back what was spent, but she could only steal so much in comparison to the amount of wealth someone like Preef might hold in secret accounts...

@Malon @Xorism @LadyRen

 

[Preef Callo]

THEME​

The old rodian didn't seem impressed at any of it. Not Baghra's defenders and not the apparent proof. "With a million credits you could prep a heist on the imperial payroll and even bring the most expensive mercenaries onto your crew," not even his own Legends were paid this kind of money to kill Durr, Nor'baal's predecessor. Getting just a little girl who may not even be trained in the Force? Kriff, if he wanted a Force-sensitive so bad he'd go pick up his son off his ranch on Takodana. He still had the lightsabers they took off Darth Draugr after Preef had unceremoniously stunned the First Blade of Sith, so the lightsword hanging from the kid's neck wasn't worth the price either.

His gaze shifted once again to that Zygerrian dancer that had seemed to look at him while he danced. "I'll take the cat dancer," he said, pointing towards her (@Sreeya). "ten thousand credits," Preef told Baghra, but instead of the Hutt a Trandoshan suddenly jumped up to object. He didn't, though, because the old rodian looked at him in a way that suggested any word from his mouth would be his last.

@Malon @Scoobert @Altaris @Sreeya @Black Noise

 

[Amos McCord]

Although a warrior lady upped the bid for the Jedi, to a whopping 1.1 million credits, it seemed that not everyone who had arrived did so with the willingness to part with that amount of money (@Black Noise). Preef Callo quickly moved on from the idea of buying the Jedi, drawing more than a few jeers from the audience when he shifted his focus to one of the dancing girls(@Eccles). "Fifteen thousand!" shouted another, unfazed by Preef's cold stare; the Zygerrian dancer apparently being much more in the price range of many of the "patrons" here. Within moments, the Rodian gunslinger's change of focus threatened to imperil the potentially more lucrative auction that the Hutts had in mind (@Sreeya).

Amos watched it all, leaning forward in feigned interest so as not to look out of place amongst the other rabble here today, eyes occasionally flicking over towards where the Jedi girl was being held and wishing that there was some way he could tell her that there was at least one ally in this awful place (@LadyRen). Humanoid trafficking always angered the normally-peaceful Ranger, but if he blew his cover then he'd face the same fate; or worse....

@Xorism @Malon @Altaris @Scoobert

 

[Baghra Desilijic]

The Hutt was pleased when the auction continued without further interruption by Preef (@Eccles). His only attempt was to change the subject to the dancer girl (@Sreeya) who was not up on the block yet. But fine. Baghra would allow it. It was more money for her anyways, and she was never going to turn down money.

The only sleemo who had placed a bid on the real prize of the day (@LadyRen) was one of the members of her own security detail (@Black Noise). «I have 1.1 million credits, do I hear 1.2?» the great Hutt said. She doubted very many assembled could go much higher, but 1.1 million credits was 1.1. million credits and there was always an opportunity someone had more.

«As for the dancer girl,» Baghra eyed Preef, licking her bulbous lips yet again. So, the old Rodian wanted to interrupt her games? Fine. She'd interrupt his. «Since the mighty Preef Calo wants to bid on her, I don't see why we can't also begin bidding on her too. 10,000 credits starting. Do I hear 11,000?»

@Xorism @Altaris @Scoober @SlagathorTheUnknown