A Helping Hand


Summary
Lux Bonteri is on a diplomatic mission to Zygerria in the name of the Onderon sector. With the Empire having taken over, slavery has run rampant as the queen has somehow returned (If Disney can use such a dumb idea then so can I). He hopes to protect his people against the horrors of slavery, but upon arrival he meets an unexpected character - Ahsoka!




Lux Bonteri's arrival on the planet of Zygerria was met with the oppressive heat of its sun and the cold glare of its local inhabitants as he landed his vessel. His ship, a modest and diplomatic vessel, reflected neither the grandeur of the Republic he once knew nor the intimidation of the Empire he reluctantly acknowledged as of present. 


He was neither Jedi nor Sith, merely a Senator holding onto the notion that peace was worth the chat. That the chat was to be with a Queen most had presumed dead just years prior was a surprise to be sure… but a welcome one, his advisers had told him. 


In accordance with the archive records he’d found, she was as cruel as any male of her species, yet far more intelligent and reasonable at the same time.


“Such a strong heat, what a cruel planet for the galaxy's biggest slave trading centre,” Lux whispered, as his guards led him across the landing pad. They had reluctantly landed at the outskirts of the capital in accordance with Queen Miraj Scintel’s instructions, as she’d denied him a landing pad at the palace. He did not know why, but pondered that she likely wished for him to see all of what her world had to offer before meeting face to face. 


In the broad avenues of the Zygerrian capital, the heavy air was saturated with the acrid scent of sweat and fear, the cityscape an unyielding testament to an empire being built on the backs of the enslaved. 


‘No wonder their culture is so far behind everyone else's’, the diplomat thought, as the architecture was a brutal display of dominance, with the humongous statues of ancient Zygerrian warlords watching over the populace with stony indifference.


Lux had viewed such practices with disdain ever since he’d read about it back on his home planet of Onderon. With all of the downsides to slavery, the young politician simply couldn’t fathom why the Zygerrian’s would indulge and plummet their civilisation into such a dark and amoral practice. The Jedi had dismantled the vast Zygerrian slave trade over a thousand years before the clone wars, so why… Why bring back the suffering?


‘It must’ve been the Hut Clans' success in selling slaves which drove them to seek out a new age of slavery… Either that, or old stories of their former empire’s strength.’ Lux tried to think up a reason for the cruelty, yet his intellect wasn’t able to come up with a satisfactory reason. 


From a dark alleyway, a slave suddenly came running, stumbling into the surprised Onderon diplomat. Many species had become victim to the slave trade, but Twi'lek’s were one of the few species that were sought after in great numbers. 


He had barely regained his footing as a Zygerrian merchant came running out from the same alleyway, whipping the poor female Twi’lek into line before they both vanished from where they’d first appeared, the screams of her anguish growing distant.


“What cruelty,” he whispered, holding back tears at the show of barbarism that had been displayed so clearly before him. He wished he could help, but knew that the Queen would hold it against him when they met.


Lux's every step through the slave market was an assault on his conscience, with poor faces signalling silent pleas for freedom, yet, his resolve for equality was internally shaken as he could do little to help them. The Queen's envoy intercepted him soon, however, a smug officer clad in traditional regalia, his voice a sneer wrapped in courtesy.


"Welcome, Senator Bonteri. The Queen awaits your audience. Shall we?" the envoy asked, gesturing toward the looming spires of the palace with grace unbefitting of such a savage creature, a creature which for no reason had a whip at his side.


‘Probably a showing of authority,’ Lux internally noted.


Lux nodded, his poker face one of indifference at the wicked scenes around himself and his escort, the politician aware of the game he had to play. Stakes were higher than the ones he was accustomed to during peacetime, which both baffled and confused him seeing as he’d been part of a civil war. 


He had no illusions as to his mission, he knew that the Zygerrians wouldn’t bow to idealism over pure might and power, but his mission was guided by the hope that mutual interest could serve as common ground.


*****


In the Queen’s palatial throne room, Senator Bontari was met by a spectacle of animal-like power designed to intimidate. The Queen, Miraj Scintel, received Lux with a theatrical grace, the air shimmering with tension, as her eyes appraised him as one might assess a new gladiator in the arena.


"We’ve been informed of your offers, Diplomat Bonteri," the Queen stated, voice a velvety threat. "The Zygerrian Empire would gladly accept the offers presented to us, access to your hyperspace routes in return for your peoples safety is beneficial to us,” she continued, tone echoing in the mostly empty room, as only he, the Queen, and their guards were present.


The Queen held up his offer, the many pieces of paper in her hand heavy as he’d used months on correctly ensuring the offer wouldn’t be misunderstood by her twisted mind. 


“Thank you, your majesty. Your help in ensuring my people’s protection from this slave industry is very much appr–”


“But, Lux my dear, tell me, do you truly understand our ways?"


Lux met her gaze evenly. "I understand that the offer is in our shared interest. My people will be safe and your empire will prosper while peace between us is fully ensured." He hated the thought of letting this foul practice prosper because of him, but also knew that he had a duty, a duty to protect the billions of souls within his domain.


"Peace is bought with strength," the Queen countered. "And strength is demonstrated in our culture by mastery over those weaker than oneself." 


‘To secure a deal requires navigating the treacherous currents of a society to whom morality was a subordinate to foolish dominance, I know.’ Lux wanted to counter, but knew better than to offend the Zygerrian culture.


"In the spirit of respect and understanding," the Queen continued, a predatory smile curving her lips, "you will partake in our customs. You must take a slave for yourself, to show that you grasp the foundations of our greatness."


Lux felt the weight of her demand in his chest, his heart sinking in agony as it hammered against the ideals he had strived to live by. The Queen, mistaking his silence for hesitation, raised herself from her throne and approached him.


“Guards, leave us. I’d like a moment of privacy with the gentleman before me.” 


Lux wasn’t sure if she was insulting or praising his personality, but brushed it off quickly as he nodded for his own guards to leave the room. 


The large throne room door cladded in gold shut itself closed in tandem with the sound of two robots emerging from one of the nearby rooms. Lux rolled his eyes, ‘What a narcissist,’ he thought as he spotted the metallic servants that were modelled after the Queen's own form, albeit more robust in nature as they carried with them a table and more.


“I thought you said you wanted a moment of privacy,” the diplomat spoke, voicing his complaints about this sudden violation of the Queen's own words and wishes.


“I did… Don’t tell me you think robots are on equal footing with us?” She traced a claw along the edge of one of the robot's metallic chin, the sound of metal being scratched filling the air. 


Lux wanted to go against her. He had met plenty of droids throughout his short life, and while he knew that many didn’t deserve to be called individuals, he also knew that many did, in fact, have what he would deem a soul behind their metallic exterior.


But now wasn’t the time, not with the safety of everybody in his sector at stake. “Of course not your Majesty, they’re just wiring, metal and a little bit of programming.” That seemed to do the trick as the Queen returned a smile his way, the feline letting the robots go before walking over towards the small table they were setting up.


“Come sit, senator. We’ve got much to settle before this treaty of yours can be signed.” With a sway of her hips she turned around, gesturing to one of the seats before lowering herself into her own comfortable seat, the thing naturally more prestigious than his own.


“So… what’s this about a slave of my own?” the senator asked, hoping he’d hear her wrong. A raised eyebrow was all the response he got as they both were served a cup of tea, the silence enveloping the two as they seemingly waited for something.


Hearing the noise of high heels on a stone floor, Lux turned to see two female Twi’lek slaves enter from where the robots had and along they brought a figure between them. Lux instantly recognized her distinct montrals and vibrant blue-and-white head tails – Ahsoka Tano! 


Since the declaration of order 66 and the rise of the Empire, Zygerria had capitalised on the chaos, expanding its already extensive trade operations. Ahsoka Tano had been a casualty of misfortune, caught unaware while seeking refuge on the outskirts of The Outer Rim, away from the all-seeing eyes of the Emperor in the core regions.


Before he could voice his protests, a robot jumped up behind him, placing a translation collar around his neck. All but Zygerrian speech and the sound of his breathing blocked, Lux could talk to the Queen in her language, but not his old friend before him. He could see Ahsoka as clear as day, but the blindfold across her eyes ment she was unaware of his presence. 


“Now, my dear Diplomat. Before you is a standard togruta, they are not rare, but nonetheless a beauty for any human to own. You will take under your wing this young soul, you are both around the same age, yes, so you should find common ground quickly, I am sure.” 


He didn’t answer, his eyes and mind captivated by what his friend had been dressed in. She wore what he on any other day would have considered a female slave outfit, something for a man of his status to look at with sorrow and pity as it was a degradation and mockering of the individual's own privacy, modesty and their being as a whole. But with it now being on her body… He had to admit that it looked beautiful


“I will admit that it is an old design for sure,” the Queen noted at the togruta slave's dress. 


“She originally came as a slave many years ago dressed in a very similar attire, though my household staff have done their best to update it to her now larger curves, although we could not help but keep the jewelry design.” She turned and gestured to the gold and emeralds on the togruta’s head and shins before commanding the Togruta to do a little spin. The slave at first hesitated, but a shock from her collar made her move and Lux’s heart froze in turn.


Ahsoka Tano wore a striking ensemble of navy blue, shimmering gold and dark red fabric, the three colours contrasting beautifully against her skin and more light coloured montrals. The top clasped elegantly around her neck with a high collar, plunging down to stop between her chest, the top of her breasts for all to see and… dare he think, admire? 


Ahsoka’s arms were almost completely exposed with the only things adoring them being two golden bicep rings on each arm along with arm bracers which hugged her forearms. From her breasts and all the way down to her high hip area, ahsoka wore nothing, her entire midriff on show and exposed for his and the Queen's eyes.


“P-Pretty…” the diplomat stammered in Zygerrian, unable to stop himself from looking her body over like a starving animal. Her skirt ended right beneath her knees, with the blue fabric thin and likely designed to hug her curves… because that’s what it did, with perfection. At the front of it all was what appeared to be a togruta sash, the slaver having seemingly been kind enough to grant the female the privilege of keeping a part of her traditional heritage.


Lux looked at Ahsoka one last time as she did an extra spin, the diplomat noting how all of her revealing attire was adorned with gold accents which traced the edges, catching the light intriguingly as she moved. She had for sure grown more curvy since the war, but the human could still very much see her muscles beneath it all, especially her still visible six pack.


Lux's heart pounded as he faced the decision laid before him. Ahsoka Tano, once one of the most vibrant and valiant Jedi… and his friend, was now standing before him, stripped of her freedom and dignity. The cruelty of taking her as a symbol of understanding a culture that thrived on dominance was… not something he was sure he could play into.


He searched for a way to navigate the situation without compromising his Onderon morals or betraying his mission. Acting quickly, he feigned disinterest, hoping to buy himself time. "She is indeed striking," he said carefully, "but a true understanding of your culture requires more than mere ownership, wouldn’t you agree?"


The Queen regarded him with her keen feline eyes. Catching what she believed to be the intent behind his words, she switched over to speaking Zygerrian too. "Indeed, my dear Diplomat. Perhaps a demonstration of influence over her could seal our deal?" she proposed, her voice dripping with the undercurrent of a challenge.


The translator made him understand her Zygerrian perfectly, the language however was more fierce than he’d previously thought it. The way she said influence wasn’t like anything he’d heard any other intelligent being say; in her tongue it sounded more so like the word domination than to cause an effect on another individual character.


‘Shit! What did I talk myself into!’ he screamed internally, his poker face cracking slightly as he started to sweat, his human pheromones not missed the feline as her keen sense of smell picked up the scent of his human aroma, one which she found herself drawn to.


Lux cleared his throat uncomfortably, as he considered taking control. A lustful bit of his mind whispered with wicked thoughts, but the Diplomat was a thinking and well reasoned man, well in control of his baser instincts. “A dance, perhaps…” Lux kept his voice bland and vaguely disinterested, even if his body was betraying him with its hormonal reactions. 


“Her race is well known for the grace and beauty of their dances…”


The Queen's upper lip curled back in a faint and predatory smile, displaying pointed white tips of her fangs to the human. As Miraj inhaled deeper, breathing in his robust masculine musk, her brain subconsciously reacted, even if she wasn't aware. “That would be a start, however, I was thinking we were speaking of something more profoundly intimate.”


Lux winced internally, the logical aspect of his Diplomatic brain, seeing clearly and at once that the Queen was nudging him into the realm of debauchery. “Perhaps a strip dance,” the Diplomat agreed reluctantly, thinking that if this proved enough, they could get this treaty agreed upon before things got out of hand.


“Show me…” 


At first Lux assumed those words were aimed at Ahsoka, but after a moment's pause he realized that she was talking in the Zygerrien tongue. It fell to him to compel the beautiful Togruta, even though it was an act he was loath to do… and he needed to command the disgraceful act to protect his people… and weirdly enough also Ahsoka.


“What is her name?” Lux asked in a calm tone turned predatory as the translator refused to let him speak in the laid back manner he always used in diplomatic situations. He knew that calling her Ahsoka would expose his connections to her, and the consequences were unknown and at the minimum able to ruin his mission.


“Name? Her name is Ahsla… You should use it sparingly nevertheless, A master does not try to elevate those beneath him,” the queen reminded him cruelly, her eyes drifting upwards to the robots in the room. “Use them to perform orders, it creates distance between you and the slaves, and cements your rule over them better.” 


Lux remained calm, his years of being a gorilla fighter had indeed deadened his expressions to his political benefit, yet this situation was putting those abilities to the test. His breathing was slow and deep, the diplomat forcing the situation down to his wanted pace. The feline Queen accepted this development for now, yet hinted upwards at the droids.


“Robot, command the slave to perform a strip dance for us…”


The metal guard behind the Queen moved its royally shaped form to stand before the blindfolded Togruta slave. “Your buyer is ordering you to perform a strip tease, slave.”


“Above my dead bod—AAAAAHHHHH!!!!”


Her orange form was engulfed by a yellow light as the collar she wore let out a shock pulse set to max. Lux’ heart sank, his sweat growing cold as he saw the form of his first ever crush get tortured right before his very eyes.


“Don’t worry, Lux. The collar has been set to that level for a reason, she can take it.”


“AAAAAHHHHH!!!!” The torture came to a close, her body steaming from the electric heat as the device had cooked her outer nerve cells and skin to break her spirit. “M-mercy… I-I’ll do it,” Ahsoka panted, her body collapsing onto the clean floor.


Lux found himself biting his lower lip hard, feeling utterly horrified that his dick was reacting and leaking pre down his inner thigh. 


“There is pleasure in power… the bending of one so defiant to our will,” she purred, leaning back to enjoy the connection that she had made with her guest. He didn't miss the fact that she had said 'our' will, rather than 'my' or even 'one's' will. Lux took a long shuddering breath, as he watched Ahsoka stand up to slowly begin dancing. 


He would never have believed that one could be so graceful, and yet look so awkward and ill at ease all at the same time. Still as he watched her slowly strip her already exposed form naked, he couldn't help watching in rapt desire.


“I can smell your… need,” Queen Miraj sneered, a slightly shameful look on his face. Her voice was a silky purr, one that served to make matters worse for the human. 


“Take it out…” It was said softly, however, it was clearly not a suggestion even if he wasn't her subordinate. The Diplomat's hands seemed to move on their own, unbuttoning his trousers to slowly free himself from the tight confines of his suit. 


Ahsoka was removing the last of her “clothing” at that point, exposing her firm, strong and young body to their eyes. Lux struggled, but couldn't seem to stop himself from lightly touching and stroking his pulsing manhood as the Queen watched in amusement. 


“You’re very aroused,” she observed with a sharp toothed smile, much more entertained than she had been before. “Luckily you have a slave that you are obviously highly attracted to.”


Those words were like a sharp slap to his face, Lux's cheeks flushing brightly as he realized what she suggested. It horrified him that a dark part of him was all for it, and before he could bite down on his lip to stop himself, the words spilled out. 


“Robots, bring the slave over here, and command her to service my arousal.” He wanted to bury himself alive with how awkward and vole that sounded, but he couldn’t avoid the translator making him sound like one of those damn felines.


Both of the robots approached her, the pair positioning themselves behind and infront of her vulnerable form. “Your buyer commands you to show off your oral skills!” they commanded.


“You primal filth! AH!” Ahsoka tried to protest against the vile order, but the robot behind her applied a swift whip slash across her back, the electricity almost sending her onto her knees. 


The Queen knew that she tormented the nobel diplomat with her slavery ideals, so wasn’t surprised to see a tear trail down his pink cheek. ‘Such frail beings, those humans.’


Her pity could only extend itself so far however, as her eyes and biology hooked itself on that non-human erection between Lux’s surprisingly strong legs. Her time training as the master of the slave pits had made her acutely aware of the differences between species… 


Yet Lux was an expectation above all. He was hung like a Wookiee and had the balls to match a pubescent Brezak; in other words, HUGE!!!


She considered enslaving him on the spot, to claim him as her property and make him a part of her exotic harem… Alas the trade routes were of too great importance. Her royal body on the other hand had a mind of its own; she felt her hand trail down her ropes, lifting up her attire before finding itself rubbing against her swollen clit.


Her nose took deep breaths, filling her up with the potent musk of the human before her. And she noted that it wasn’t old musk, he smelled overall clean as if he’d taken a shower before landing on this planet, so this was his natural state of being, he always smelled like a stud!


Ahsoka was escorted over to be in front of the human, his legs spread lightly apart to make room for her as the robots pushed her down onto her knees. 


“N-NO! I won’t do it with a non-humanoid!” Ahsoka screamed, her senses bombarded with the smell of something even more beastly than a Wookiee.


“Hahahaha! Oh my dear little Ashla, that is a human you kneel before. He’s just that much of an endowed male down below.” The Queen couldn’t help but laugh at the Togruta’s innocent outburst, it seemed like her feline nose wasn’t the only one that had accepted his prowess. 


“Take a deep whiff, my little slave!” Miraj commanded.


The robots each took hold of Ahsoka’s montrals and shoved the poor Togruta downwards, face forced into the base of Lux’s dick. While her forehead rested itself against his manhood, the rest of her head was engulfed by his virile cum makers. 


Each robot took a swing at her stomach, knocking the air out of her. “That’s it Ahsla, take a deep breath… or two!” the Queen mocked her sadistically.


Ahsoka heaved for air, her lungs filling themselves to the brim with a musk she felt was alien yet so familiar to her. She felt drunk, or perhaps even high as the Togruta hadn’t felt this horny since her time on a Venator ship surrounded by sweaty and musky clones.


Lux leaned back, doing his best to look relaxed while internally being close to a panic attack. He took a long, shuddering breath, his heart pounding in his chest, while Ahsoka rested against his smooth, soft skin, panting and gasping for breath.


“Go on, little slave, you know how to use your mouth,” the Queen purred with silken menace, and Ahsoka knew more pain would come  if she resisted further. Tentatively she kissed the base of that throbbing shaft, planning to do just enough to avoid more punishment.


Unable to resist, Lux reached out, taking hold of both of Ahsoka’s montrals to guide her head upwards. The helpless Jedi licked her way up that pulsing male muscle, panting faster as her own arousal rose from the powerful musky scent of this man.


“Mmmm,” Lux moaned softly as his friend's long and delicate tongue circled the rim of his glans, before dipping down to tease his frenulum. That caused a surge of pre to spill out of his urethra opening, bathing Ahsoka's tongue in his slimy essence. Which seemed to drive her wild, suddenly she was licking and kissing that massive meaty erection wildly.


“Hehehe… it seems you have freed the beast within this one,” Miraj laughed, her haughty manner melting into a more relaxed, almost loving demeanor, as she started to openly touch herself to the erotic scene unfolding.


Lux had observed her touching herself earlier, but like any good Diplomat he had refrained from openly taking notice. He could hardly do that now, as the air filled with her spicy scent.


Lux was growing ever more unfocused as his attention was wandering, he didn’t know which female to focus on and more importantly his dignified persona slipped ever more as his emotions and feelings started to break through his calm exterior. 


The Queen seemed to take notice, and upon doing so realised the compromised situation she had brought upon herself. With claws bared she ripped her skirt back into place.


The robots for a moment seemed to flinch into heightened alert, almost as if they prepared themselves to neutralise the diplomat. Luckily for Lux, they did no such thing as the Queen composed herself, legs crossed as she turned back to spectating the non-Zygerrians.


Lux couldn’t help but let a tear fall as he looked down upon the orange Togruta, she was so beautiful, from her pretty face, those full lips on his dickhead and all the way down. Her tits were a perfect handful each, her nipples hard and aroused while the marking on top of her pussy presented itself as an alluring invitation into what made her species special.


Her thighs were plump and healthy, though the erotic allure of it all was ruined in its entirety by one thing; a lack of consent from them both. He couldn't communicate with her, or in any manner tell her that it was him. In her mind she was doing this to a filthy stranger, Unless? 


With determination he raised himself from his seated position and dragged Ahsoka onto her feet by taking a hold of both her shoulders.


"You don’t know who you’re?!” Ahsoka exclaimed before her lips were captured by his, the kiss a heated endeavour from the get go. She struggled against his embrace, the position oddly familiar as she was pressed against his chest, his height dwarfing her own but not overly so… What doubt she had was crushed upon the strangers next words.


“Ahsoka…”


She didn’t know whether to cry or fight. ‘LUX!’ She wanted to scream his name, downright jump and hug him to death. To feel the presence of someone she knew in this deprevet hell hole made her regain hope which had been whipped out of her over the course of months. 


Alas the peace was brief as she remembered the situation they found themselves in, and the beating manhood that pressed against her stomach broke it fully. “N-no, not like this!”


“Ahsla, you know better than to resist a master,” the queen spoke, before an electric current emerged from the collar, knocking the blindfolded Togruta back into her slave role, this time feeling more conflicted and yet confident than before. 


Lux didn’t know if she had gotten through to her, his translated accent had been very heavy and her name a mess. But the diplomat had hope, because Tano had reacted shocked and out of it as he had softly spoken to her in their embrace. 


More than ever before the Onderon human hoped to finish this showing of strength, fast… and it would have been done if it wasn’t for one thing, Ahsoka still had a blowjob to finish. 


She kneeled before him as before, hand gently caressing his human flesh “I’m ready…” she spoke, the jedi sounding resolute in her end goal of getting away from Zygerria.


“Then finish the task your owner gave you… like the grateful little slut you are,” Queen Miraj sneered, enjoying her victory over the diplomat as he seemed to accept his role now. 


Her fangs bared themselves as she watched Ahsla devour that huge erection, the once chaste Jedi surrendering to her submissive desires to serve her masculine master.


Lux jumped slightly as he felt lips wrap around his pulsing organ, a soft moan escaping him as the wet heat swallowed his achingly hard length. Ahsoka's soft lips slid down the shaft of her master's mighty human dick, and with the knowledge of who it was, her heart skipped a beat as she felt it throb wildly as she took it as deeply into her mouth as she could. 


The salty flavor, combined with his unique smell filled her senses, making her body tremble. The formerly dignified Jedi felt wetness trickle down her inner thighs, as her suckling mouth worked its way up and down his tensing length.


Lux gripped her montrals in a show of dominance, roughly pulling her mouth all the way to his crotch as he started thrusting, his balls slapping against her chin while tears streamed down her face as he used her virgin throat.


The Queen just smiled, watching the former Jedi pet surrendering to her new place in life and purpose. “That's it… serve your new master like the good little fuck toy you are.” Her voice was cold as she spoke, enjoying the degradation and humiliation of another being. 


Seeing Lux tense put a smile on the Queen, nobody could return to their normal self after this kind of experience. Feeling confident that she had unlocked a dominant part of the very endowed Onderon diplomat, Miraj snapped her fingers and gestured for one of the robots to bring her a pen and the treaty. As Lux moaned and groaned, his cock erupted deep in the Togruta’s throat, Ahsoka gulping down every drop like it was her only sustenance.


For each spurt of seed, Miraj signed another letter of her name onto the treaty… but soon found her coming up short as Lux simply continued to cum down Ahsla’s throat.


With a smirk and a fang showing, the Queen raised herself and approached the pair. “Keep him still,” Miraj ordered one of her robots, the machine gripping his arms, pinning them to his sides as he was forced to sit still. Lux looked up with a confused and frightened look only to come face to face with a predator unleashed.


Her feline eyes showed no remorse as she placed a clawed hand on top of Ahsla’s head and pushed down until the slave had taken every last bit of the human. Ahsoka’s blue eyes were filled with tears as her burning throat was pushed to its breaking point alongside her lungs, the pair screaming for air as she was suffocated.


“Here.” She handed him the treaty before continuing, “The Zygerrian Empire shall never prey upon your sector.” She leaned in closer. “Though I do hope that this isn’t the last I’ll see of you.” Her claw trailed along his chin as she gave him a predatory stare.


He could hardly focus on the topic at hand as he felt Ahsoka’s throat convulse around his erection, milking him through multiple dry orgasms as a result of her discomfort. 


“Robots, hand me my stun blaster,” the queen ordered, before putting a well placed blast in between Ahsoka’s shoulders, knocking the Togruta out before pulling her off of Lux.


“Return to your ship, Lux Bonteri. We will deliver your slave to you before sunset,” Before the stunned human could even react, the robots had taken hold of Ahsoka and dragged her naked form towards the door from which they had brought her.


“W-wait?! Where are you taking Ahs–I mean, my property?” Lux protested.


“She is a product I have presented to you, therefore she cannot be seen leaving the palace in any manner which could damage my reputation.” Her tone turned political, a poker face adorning her feline face. 


“She will be bathed, fixed up in accordance with any purchase from my royal stock, and then delivered to you alongside an array of outfits… Get dressed and leave at once, I will see to it that a Zygerrian embassy be set up on Onderon before year's end.” Queen Miraj left the throne room without further delay, a royal sway to her gait.


*****


“Sir, can I be the first to say that you’re an idiot…”


“Don’t remind me of it… How could I be so stupid!” Lux was back on his ship alongside his men, the bunch looking on with disappointment at their senator as he’d bought a slave.


“Look on the bright side, Sir. It might have been a trade, but you sort of also freed her,” one of the younger guards commented, giving the older Onderon human a pat to the back.


 “Enough! She will be presented to our people as a gift from the Zygerrian Queen, I will not have this mission dragged through the mud by our people. Their safety is assured and that is the announcement we make first and foremost,” Lux told his guards, shadows passing over the landing pad before the sound of multiple Brezak’s landing could be heard.


“As promised, your slave has been prepared and her cargo packed,” the messenger spoke, the Zygerrian commander escorted by a crew of soldiers unpacking tons of various crates from the backs of the flying lizards they had arrived on.


Lux was happy that the robots had provided him with a translation earpiece once they had removed his collar, the thing proving surprisingly versatile in translating the commoner dialect and more sophisticated dialect of the richer Zygerrians. 


He handed over the cloaked Togruta, the female wearing her earlier dress beneath. Lux was happy that her features were hidden by the baggy cloak, as he wasn’t in the mood to explain such a site to his fellow Onderons behind him. Ahsoka Tano on her part had her eyes locked to the ground, the female not even daring to raise herself up now that blasters were present.


“I’ll take her from here.” He gave the Zygerrian a respectful handshake, and off he was on his Brezak before Lux could even fathom the end of his mission arriving. His men made quick work of the luggage, and as the last Brezak took off, the ship's doors closed.


To Be Continued… Perhaps




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