17 year old Padawan Lance Axel has dreamed of being a Jedi Knight. Now, when his dream becomes a reality, he is put to be the commanding general of the 720th Legion and to be sent to the front lines effective immediately. With his dream slowly arriv...
"Come on slave! You're going to make us some good profit!" A fat sullustian says as he roughly pulls Jelia with a chain that is attached to a collar she was forced to wear. She tried to get up and walk by herself, but she was exhausted and not well fed like she should be. The slender girl gets dragged across the concrete ground, and a soft groan can be heard as she fell. "Get up!" The man angrily barked at the girl.
Jelia nevertheless stood up and walked down the hallway from the cell she was kept at. She was taken out of the dark and cold section of the arena through a large opening, and a bright light made the slave in disguise cover her eyes, for it was blinding and her eyes needed time to adjust.
"And here comes the most prized slave of this selling! An A L F!" The announcer commented as the green hair woman stepped out of room and spot lights shine at her. She tried to shift into a place that has more cover, so she wouldn't be the center of attention. "So this is the prize you were talking about, Liaretar?" Jelia heard Kateani say as he approached her. She turned her head to look at him and Lance, who was undercover as well.
Lance was dressed like a pirate to a degree, he had an eyepatch covering one of his eyes. blue and black tunic covered his torso with a black sash making an X on his chest while his loose black pants covered part of his boots. Jelia turned away from the two, not wanting to be looked upon by Kateani, and most especially not Lance. "Of course. I wouldn't lie to my friend, now would I?" The Jedi chuckled and smirked. He bent down and held Jelia's chin, harshly forcing her to look at him. "Look at this beauty. Absolutely stunning. I heard she might be the last of her kind. It almost seems fitting for the last one to be on her knees as a slave, living off greater power like you, Kateani." Lance moved his head dangerously close to the girl. Jelia growls, for this wasn't the calm and kind general she always knew. His now cold icy blue eyes stared at her glistering golden ones. If he got any closer, she would slap him as hard as she could, exposing her cover or not, she would still do it.
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"Why it does, my good friend." The rich boy says and gets closer to Jelia. Lance released his grip on Jelia, allowing Kateani to take a look at her. Jelia looks away, not wanting to look at the man.
"Cheer up," Kateani tells Jelia, and her eyes widen a little. She didn't know hinge can see with a blindfold on, and her only conclusion is that he has some sort of force sight, "excuse me sir, how much for this young lady?" "Ah. I see you are interested on the Alf. She's very expensive. I'll say-" The sullustian gets interrupted by Kateani. "Never mind that. Put it on a tab. I'm buying her." He said with a hint of enthusiasm. Liaretar smirks, for his part of the mission is complete.
"Now, where would you be kept?" The white hair man placed the back of his right hand on Jelia's right cheek. Lance watched as Kateani's hand lowered down to her neck, his head leaned in, almost as to kiss her soft red cheek. Lance felt his heart pounding, his emotions flaring as his hand clenched into a fist. Jealousy is slowly taking over him. The one thing he swore into might be broken by a simple ambitious man touching the commander. His arm started to twitch, ever so slowly reaching to his pocket where his yellow lightsaber is being kept. Kateani's hand reached to her collar, and down to where her breast starts. Lance seemed ready to lash out at him for being so close to her. His entire life will be flipped if he can't keep his anger, his jealousy, under control.
"You are a fine woman." Ketamine backed away from the girl, already knowing that she will not harm him. "I wouldn't do anything to make you feel uncomfortable." The white hair man informed and assured Jelia. It seemed that the Jedi was more relieved than the slave. "Thank you, Liaretar, for telling such a fine woman would be up for offer. Now, come along young one. We have much to discuss." He removed her collar but kept her wrist binders on, just for safety precautions. Lance took out his imagecaster hidden next to his lightsaber. "Sir, I prepared what you asked for." Arc says, dressed as a normal pilot. "I'm sorry I won't be able to attend what your demonstration Kateani, but I wish you luck." Lance told his ex-friend before walking out of the arena and to the hideout he and Arc are currently stationed at
"Many lucks to you too, my friend." -------- Jelia looked at the ground as her ears dropped. What was Lance thinking? She felt him getting angry. . . No, jealous perhaps? But why? He's a Jedi and she's just a normal girl working to help the Republic.
Jelia looked at the counter to see Recon being a flirt and having the woman head over heels for him. The medic looked at Jelia and smiled at her to make her feel better. Jelia sadly smiled in return, still feeling wrong about the mission, but knowing it is for the right reason. "Now, you'll be treated like a normal person. You'll have your own room and other necessities. However, you are still a house slave, meaning that you'll be cleaning the house. This house should be spotless at all times." Kateani said as he and Jelia entered the turbo lift.
Jelia wasn't paying much attention to the man, for her mind was far more focused on the previous event that occurred. What if there was something that he wasn't telling her? How would she make him tell her? She wants to know now. No, she needs to know. After what happened to Ethan, Lance was the only person she would go to and cry. Lance wouldn't judge. He wouldn't be annoyed or irritated. On the contrary, he seemed to be glad she went to him. He would calm her down, talk to her, make her feel better. But can she truly say he was just being a Jedi?
"Now, your room is upstairs directly across mine. You can't miss it." The blind man said, headed to the kitchen. Jelia was in. She quickly darted across the living room and inspected the painting. 'Wow, Grievous really tries to look intimidating. Silly boy.' She giggled and left the painting, knowing that her blaster was in there. She took a glance at the desk, knowing what she wanted was there.
"Let the fun, commence." She murmured before going to her room. The next day is going to be fun for her.
