Private In the Bag

[Gula the Hutt]

Location: Voss

Despite the fact that his best slave Duma Shallotte managed to escape from him, Gula was still in high spirits. The woman was powerful in the Dark Side of the Force but she was rather volatile. Besides, nabbing Duma was easy just lead a small raid to some backwater planet that authorities don't give a chit about and cuff her in anti-force shackles. Simple and boring and one that Gula has done many times in the past. As one of the top slavers in the Galaxy, Gula didn't get to the top playing passive no he took risks going above and beyond what the competition was doing. By being the aggressor, by scouting out stronger more viable stock to enslaved Gula had hyperdrive engine strapped onto him shooting his way to the top.

Slaves, spice dealing, smuggling, Gula had it all as well as Force items that he traded in the black market. It was all thanks to the Jedi, Sith, or any other Force Sensitive he had kidnapped over the years. It had become.... an art form to defeat them in combat and enslave Force Sensitives. Men and women alike powered down and were forced (no pun intended) to sniff out Force artifacts. It was funny, a Sith Lord from long ago once said to strip away a person's force abilities and they were nothing more than a simple person wearing color coded bathrobes. To Gula though, It was just a fun hurdle to overcome to test his strength. Today's target was a Grandmaster of the Silver Jedi Order, Gula had to be a bit cautious with this one. Not only was she powerful in the Force, but she had powerful friends as well. Thankfully she took up residence in the planet Voss located in the boarders of the Outer Rim territories. Jairdain was her name, for this one Gula had a sleep dart ready to go. The Hutt remained in the shadows waiting for her to walk, bag her and tag her and of course humiliate the target.

A smile formed on his face as he prepared to aim the weapon.

Jairdain

 

[Jairdain]

It had been a great many years since Jairdain had visited her old home on Voss. The last time she had been on the planet, she hadn't even gotten close to it. Instead, she and Jax had taken a trip to the Shrine of Healing and then out to the Nightmare Lands in search of a dream. That was all it was too...a dream.

Deciding to come on a whim, she had the feeling her home would need a lot of repairs before it could be lived in again. Then again, Voss was entirely different than Iridonia and she hoped the repairs wouldn't be as extensive and having to rebuild from scratch. If it wasn't so far away from everything else, she would have suggested this as a place to live. Jax seemed set in his ways though and was adamant about staying on Coruscant...a place she could honestly say she hated.

Hoping to figure something out, she came to her favorite planet to try and come to peace with things. As she approached, she could tell the roof had some holes but otherwise, the structure was still secure. Opening the door, she walked in and started to uncover what had been left behind and set about making it a home again.

Gula the Hutt

 

[Gula the Hutt]

There she was, the Grandmaster of the Silver Jedi Order. Honestly Gula had taken on powerful forcer users in the past often coming up on top of course. It had been a while since he'd faced someone as powerful as Jairdain Ismet this will be fun. "Come on you fracking nerf herder," Gula said. "Come closer to Daddy."

Jairdain will be a very useful slave, of course he's going to dress her in a slave bikini like he did with every Force Sensitive he captures but she will be a useful tool in sniffing out dark side artifacts. "Gula," one of his men: Daxor a Rodian soldier and one of Gula's best slavers. "My men and I are in position and are ready for interception on your mark."

Jairdain's home was far away from any sign of civilization. It was easy to scout the area and plot the kidnapping, it helped that the home was in disrepair making it even simpler. "It's like she wants to be caught," Gula muttered as his Crosshairs were pointed at Jairdain's neck. "Don't mind if I do Jedi," Gula licked his lips, gave a tug on his necklace that was full of Lightsaber parts and fired the sleeping dart.

Jairdain

 

[Jairdain]

Her home was both a blessing and a curse. Because of the years, she had been away, it had fallen into disrepair so cursed in that manner. However, it provided her an escape, for a short time, from her duties and she could really use the vacation. Bending over to gather up the sheets that had been laid out, for just a moment...a moment too long, her back would be seen through the window.

Unfortunately for Gula, the window was still intact. Unfortunately for Jairdain, that window shattered as he fired his shot. Hearing the shattering of the glass, the Jedi whipped around to only get shot in the shoulder by the sleeping dart. A heartbeat too late she regretted not being prepared for something like this. Voss had almost always been a safe haven for her...even when it was under the control of the Sith.

Falling to the couch, she was half on it as her eyes closed and sleep took her.

Gula the Hutt

 

[Gula the Hutt]

Gula preferred getting down and dirty when it came to fighting Jedi and Sith. To face them up close armed with nothing more than his wits and winning? There was nothing more satisfying however, the last Jedi he killed managed to injure his ribs to where even Gula's doctors told him to tone down close quarters combat. It was frustrating but Gula had to adapt especially with Jairdain who was powerful in the Force. Besides he needed to work on his aim, Gula didn't mind blasters in fact he loves to collect the rarest and oldest blasters just as much as he likes to collect Sith artifacts. It's just that if you worked hard to earn your rock hard abs and 45 inch biceps, you're going to utilize them no matter what.

The Hutt fired his rifle, there were devices that he installed muffled the sound of the blaster but still maintaining its effectiveness. Even though Gula was in the middle of nowhere, he had to make sure that no one traced him. Jairdain sensed the blaster shot coming too little late as the dart pierced her shoulder sending her into a deep sleep. "Sweet dreams Jedi." Gula chuckled before going back to the radio. "She's down." He whispered to Daxon. "Go now!"

Gula witnessed the door opening revealing Daxon and his men kneeling next to the knocked out Jairdain taking out the anti-force collar and slapping it around her neck. "She's secured!" Daxon said.

"Good," Gula smiled placing his sniper rifle away in the bag. "Meet me back on the ship!"

Things were looking up for the Hutt.

Jairdain

 

[Jairdain]

This was not the first time Jairdain had been kidnapped and knowing her luck, it wasn't going to be the last either. Eventually, the sleeping dart wore off and she opened her eyes. Finding herself bound, she did not actually struggle to get free. Instead, she just sat up and tried to reach out with the Force...Cursing...it was gone.

At this moment, she was just a blind human and pretty much helpless. The only thing she had were her extrasensory perceptions. Hearing, touch and smell were all heightened and her current location smelled like a locker room. Other than not having the Force, she had no extra body pains nor was she really uncomfortable.

As she moved around, whoever was guarding her left the front of the cell she was being held in and went to get his master. Tilting her head, she listened as the steps retreated and then came back a few minutes later. Jairdain had not moved since sitting up.

Gula the Hutt

 

[Gula the Hutt]

At long last Jairdain was captured, took a while to track where she was given her status as a Jedi Grandmaster but she was with the Hutt and now he had somebody to search out Force artifacts. An hour later, Gula along with his men saw Jairdain sitting up in her prison. "Welcome Grandmaster Jairdain!" Gula spoke in Basic his way of intimidating her. "It's an honor to welcome an esteemed Jedi like yourself to my family!" The Hutt slithered closer to Jairdain. "I think it's time that you'll be of some use to me!" he said. "I need to look for a force artifact!"

 

[Jairdain]

Tilting her head to listen to the Hutt as he spoke, since she did not have the Force, any illusion she wore around herself was gone. Pale glowing yellow eyes were unfocused as she turned to face him. Her ears were pointed and she had a fluffy black tail wrapped around her waist.

"It would be nice to say, I feel welcomed. However, bound as I am and left without the Force...it feels quite the opposite."

Lifting up her cuffed wrists, she shook her head as he mentioned searching for Force-related artifacts.

"I can't help you."

Gula the Hutt

 

[Gula the Hutt]

"Bleh!" Gula said looking at Jairdain's true form. "What the frack are you?! You look like something my Rancor just chit out."

"Hmm," Dao one of his soldiers interjected. "I believe this Jairdain is a Zorren."

"A Zorren eh?!" Gula opened the door to Jairdain's cell slithering closer to her. "One of the last Zorrens in the galaxy? If you're going to be useless to me then perhaps I can auction you off for a hefty price. I know some people who are interesting in keeping a Zorren as a pet."

The Hutt held out his remote and clicked on the red button, the cuffs around Jair began to power down much to his men's surprise. "Mighty Gula!" Dao whispered horrified. "Are you sure it's a good idea in deactivating her force inhibitors."

"We need her," Gula said. "And besides If our guest decides to try anything funny, then I press the button again and 20,000 volts will enter your body. More than enough to kill you."

He casually tossed a slave bikini in front of Jairdain. "Dress." he said bluntly.

Jairdain

 

[Jairdain]

Chained up and without the Force, Jairdain still stood brave in the situation she was in. Her race having been identified, all she did was nod and listen to the threat Gula made.

"You can do whatever you want with me. I'll get rescued this time. This is not the first time I have been taken prisoner and held."

As for the pet thing, if anybody did buy her as he suggested, they would have a surprise waiting for them.

For some reason though, the Hutt disabled her Force restraint and she felt it flooding back into her. Her usual human appearance returned and so did her vision. Now she could actually look at who she was speaking to instead of their general direction.

Listening to what he had to say, she just nodded at the information he provided. Lifting an eyebrow when he commanded her to change her clothes, she picked up the item he had thrown at her. Placing it back on the floor, she shook her head.

"No."

Uttering just the one word, it was clear she would not obey this command.

Gula the Hutt

 

[Gula the Hutt]

"Brave," Gula said impressed by Jairdain's boldness. "But rather foolish of you my lady. The odds aren't exactly in your favor." The men behind Gula prepared rose their weapons training them on Jairdain's forehead while the Hutt chuckled.

"Hold on," Gula said towards the men. "Let's not be so hasty, sure our guest doesn't want to comply but there are other ways to show that you are part of group."

The Hutt smiled. "So Jairdain I suggest you make a decision," he said. "Otherwise my men are going to be reeeeallly angry and It's really tough to control when they're angry."

Gula clapped his hands. "So please," he said. "Make a choice, I know there's one way to do it."

Jairdain

 

[Jairdain]

Being the empath that she was, Jairdain picked up on the emotions of the Hutt. Feeling some pride in impressing him, she did listen to what he had to say.

"I've been in worse situations...I'm sorry. I don't know what your name is. You never introduced yourself."

Knowing she was worth more to him alive than dead did give her more bravery than she might have had. However, she was a Jedi Master and not one to fall down crying anymore.

"On a note, you have returned the Force to me. I'm pretty sure I could take care of them before they could hurt me."

Bravery and confidence, yet there was also steely resolve and an ever-present calmness. This woman wasn't one to trifle with and she knew it.

"Why don't you put on what you want me to wear instead? I'm sure it'll impress those around you."

Gula the Hutt

 

[Gula the Hutt]

Gula was enraged not at the fact Jairdain stood defiant towards him and demanded that he should put on the slave bikini but at the fact that SHE DID NOT KNOW WHO HE WAS. The two men standing next Gula slowly began to back away, they knew the Hutt's rage was building. Gula remained stoneface his stubby hands curled into fists. "You don't know who I am?" he said quietly. "DO YOU REALIZE WHO HOW STUPID YOU ARE?!"

Gula immediately slithered very close to Jaridain. "I AM GULA THE GREATEST SLAVER IN THE KNOWN GALAXY AND THE SLAYER OF JEDI AND SITH ALIKE! I'VE TAKEN YOUR KIND AND CRUSHED INTO THEM TINY PIECES!!!!"

The Hutt frowned. "HOW DARE YOU INSULT ME! HOW DARE YOU!" He roared spraying lots of spit on Jairdain's face. "I AM ONE OF THE GREATEST HUTTS OF THIS GENERATION! YOU ARE NOTHING MORE THAN JUST A LITTLE FROG WAITING TO BE EATEN! NOW NOT ONLY THAT YOU REFUSE TO WEAR THAT BIKINI BUT BECAUSE OF YOUR IGNORANCE-"

Gula took out the remote and pressed the button. The collar around Jairdain's neck began to vibrate sending shockwaves through out her body. "NOW YOU WORTHLESS JEDI!" He shouted. "APOLOGIZE FOR NOT ACKNOWEDLGING MY GREATENESS AND WEAR THE BIKINI SO WE CAN GET STARTED ON OUR EXPEDITION!"

Jairdain

 

[Jairdain]

One of the things a person learned as a diplomat was how to soothe nerves...another was how to inflame them. Jairdain was doing this on purpose to the Hutt because she wanted to. Knowing what was at stake, she took the chance and would likely regret it. However, that was the price she was willing to pay in standing up to his bullying tactics. Maybe she was among the first to do this to him...then again, maybe not. Either way, she was getting some pleasure out of this.

On the bright side, she now knew his name. On the poor side, she was also struck down with the jolt of the collar around her neck. Just as she was about to try and slice at his exposed stomach too. When she was able to speak again, she did.

"You are just a petty lordling, Gula. Thank you for the introduction. As for the trampy clothes, the answer is still no. Why dress somebody without any protection to go on an expedition? Besides, I have no idea what you're after. A little information, please."

Through everything, Jairdain said, her tone was calm and collected. Even if she felt like yelling at him.

Gula the Hutt

 

[Gula the Hutt]

"Because I control you Jairdain," Gula pressed the button filling Jairdain's body with electrical shocks that were strong enough to may send her to her knees. "Because that is official uniform now that you are mine."

One of the men then casually tossed another sultry looking dress onto the floor while Gula licked his lips with glee. "Ahhh," he said looking at the dress. "Good choice Bengi! This one was made by one of my Twileak slaves in Nal Hutta. She's a great worker especially under the threat of the lash, maybe this will satisfy you Jairdain."

He held device towards his face while smiling. "If not," Gula whispered. "We can continue the shocking."

Jairdain