A jedi, a sith, and a slaver. (Nessarose DeWinter)

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen stepped out of his Defender Class Corvette, casting a glance around him as his boots touched the surface of Zygerria. All around him, he could see the signs of a rich culture and economy. The place thrived and their people were happy. By these views, the planet looked quite beautiful. However, Vulpesen still had a bitter taste in his mouth as he walked forward, calling Ace to his shoulder. Prosperity was always good, except for when it was at the price of other peoples lives. Zygerria's slave trade had been a large annoyance for Vulpesen for quite some time, and through it was not a real part of the Republic, jedi were often left to their wishes when it came to crushing a slave ring here and there. After a small request, Vulpesen was allowed to be one of those jedi. Covering his face with hsi robes, the jedi continued on to the slave market, doing what he could to hide the anger and rage he felt at these practices, as well as the pleasure he would have when he ruined the day of an unlucky slaver.

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[Scherezade deWinter]

Seated atop a plushy cushion, Nessarose grinned as a bowl of grapes was presented to her. She grabbed it with both hands, her fingers expertly plucking the grapes away from the stems. Yet where her movements usually held an innocent childish air to them, those with body language comprehension could see that there was a certain need in her actions, a need that would not easily be satisfied.

It wasn't hunger. Well, it was, but it wasn't just physical hunger. The need went to quell something much deeper than that, something that could take her entire being over and cause things beyond her control. The Arduer was demanding, and the Sith Sorceress had to keep much up to keep it tamed.

Her body was clad in a baby pink colored sari, enhancing her soft curves. Garment she rarely wore outside of official business, and today was official business. Beneath the fabrics that were draped upon her body hid a wide array of various weapons, always there for times of need.

Snapping her fingers, the teenager knew it would not be long before the next batch of slaves was brought to her.

Force, she needed new ones soon.


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[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen growled as he pushed his way past a slaver. He was still moving when he heard a cry for help. It was a small plea, one that almost none would notice as the hope had gone from it. It was a plea that expected no answer. A random cry to the galaxy that was not expected to be heard. However, it had been heard. Of all the times, this person had seemed to choose that simple moment when a jedi had walked by. Unable to ignore such things, Vulpesen slipped himself into a secluded place, calling upon the force to flow the light around him. Flicker by flicker he disappeared. Once he was completely invisible, he made his way over focusing hard as to not let his cloak vanish. Had he known that [member="Nessarose deWinter"] was near, he likely would have hidden himself in the force as well. As it was, he simply walked on, unknowing of any force users and focusing too hard on his current technique to reach out to check.

Once he reached the cage, Vulpesen had to walk along side it as it was currently on a hover board. His plan would require a bit more accuracy, but nothing he couldn't handle. He reached into his robes, grabbing the familiar durasteel hilt of his lightsaber. Step. Step. Snap-hiss. His saber lit up,shattering the illusion of his invisibility and rising like a golden rod filled with black as it made its way up to slice the lock open. If all wen't well, Vulpesen's job would be easier and he would have the perfect chance to bolt.