Private Shadows of Nar Shaddaa: A Desperate Alliance

[Lira Virel]

Lira Virel stood in the dimly lit chamber, surrounded by a motley crew of thugs and henchmen. The putrid stench of the room assaulted her senses, a nauseating mix of sweat, alien musk, and the unmistakable aroma of the Hutt crimelord's hookah, wafting through the smoky air. The atmosphere was heavy with tension, as the Hutt reclined on his opulent dais, his massive form pulsating with greed and power. The walls of the chamber were adorned with garish tapestries, depicting scenes of violence, conquest, and the Hutt's supposed grandeur. The flickering lights cast eerie shadows on the figures of the guards, who loomed over Lira with their towering heights and intimidating presence. Weequay, Gamorrean, and other alien species, each more brutish than the last, surrounded her, their eyes filled with disdain and an eagerness for violence.

Lira's heart pounded in her chest as she attempted to negotiate with the Hutt crimelord in his native language, Huttese. She carefully chose her words, her voice laced with determination, but with each passing moment, it became clear that her efforts were in vain. The crimelord's bulbous eyes narrowed, his massive form oozing with a mixture of irritation and amusement.

"You are wasting my time, little Engineer," the Hutt snarled in a guttural, slurred Huttese. "I grow weary of your insolence."

The Hutt's words hung in the air, heavy with a veiled threat. Lira could feel the tension escalating, the guards shifting uncomfortably, ready to carry out their master's bidding. She knew she had to tread carefully, her instincts urging her to find a breakthrough, but the walls of the Hutt's fortress seemed impenetrable.

"I assure you, my lord, we were not aware of the tariffs." Lira pleaded, her voice quivering slightly. "The cargo I brought is valuable and of great importance. It would be in your best interest to release it and my ship."

The Hutt's laughter rumbled through the room like an earthquake, sending shivers down Lira's spine. He raised a pudgy hand, adorned with gaudy jewelry, and motioned to his guards.

"Take this insolent Nubian away," he commanded, his voice dripping with contempt. "Her presence grates on my nerves."

Lira's heart sank as the guards closed in around her, their hot, sweaty bodies pressing against her. She fought the urge to panic, her mind racing for a way to salvage the situation. She knew she had to object, to fight for her rights, but the overwhelming force of the guards pushed her toward the exit.

"No, please!" Lira protested, her voice drowned out by the Hutt's dismissive snorts. "I demand you release my ship at once!"

But her pleas fell on deaf ears as she was forcibly pushed out of the chamber, the heavy doors closing with a resounding thud behind her. Alone in the hallway, she leaned against the cold durasteel wall, her breaths coming in short gasps. She closed her eyes, her mind swirling with a mixture of frustration, anger, and determination.

"R4-N0, R3-B8," Lira whispered, her voice laced with resolve. "We won't let this setback deter us. We'll find another way."

The two droids, faithful companions in her endeavors, emitted a series of beeps and whistles, their small blue and green lights flickering in response. Lira drew strength from their presence, knowing that together they could overcome any challenge. As she gazed at the impounded silhouette of her ship, the Luminary, the black and purple heavily modified YT-2400 freighter, Lira's determination hardened. She vowed to retrieve her cargo and make the Hutt crimelord regret underestimating her. The path ahead was treacherous, but she was ready to face whatever obstacles awaited her.

With a deep breath, Lira straightened her shoulders and took her first steps toward finding a way to outsmart the Hutt and reclaim what was rightfully hers. The journey would be arduous, but in the face of adversity, she knew that her skills as an engineer, her droids, and her unwavering spirit would guide her through the murky depths of Nar Shaddaa's criminal underworld. And so, the stage was set for Lira Virel's relentless pursuit of justice, as the shadows of Nar Shaddaa enveloped her, promising both danger and opportunity on her quest to free her impounded ship and salvage her valuable cargo from the clutches of the Hutt crimelord.

Junko Ike

 

[Junko Ike]

Lira Virel

Nar Shadda was a place that every jedi should go once in a lifetime... if for no other reason to understand the dangers of it and there was abeauty. The Hutts oppressed everyone yes, they exploited them and finding good in it was difficult as they were galaxy spanning. The Cartels were dangerous to try and fight longer term as they would generally bribe and hire mercenaries to fight or proxy to harass and damage.... but then there was the ones on Nar Shadda who made it their own. THey made communities and worked together to handle the problems that would present themselves to them. It was also why you should help out where you can.

IN this case it was a refugee sector, since the wars had displaced millions possibly billions there were a lot of influx to various worlds. Coruscant always had people coming, Denon as well. Atrisia took in some but had been terraforming worlds to cope with it and advancing their technologies to keep up with it among the Commonwealth planets. She was here shopping... specifically to try and help with what she could. Coming in and saying you were going to donate credits was dangerous it attracted the wrong attention from hutts and criminals.... but if you came and offered to buy knick knacks and trinkets of importance at haggling prices where you marked it up exponentially.

"Hmm these look beautiful. I will give ten thousand for them." She said it with a smile and the womans face beamed... she looked happy and the children standing with her seemed to look at her. The jedi princess hadn't shown her saber and hadn't needed to use mind tricks. Most believed she was here in the refuge sector to procure servants or indentured workers... while it wasn't true it was again easier with the guards who locked the areas to keep them from getting to much freedom so they could work. She was just another rich noble wanting free labor to exploit in their minds. She wasn't going to shatter their delusions.

"Tha.... that is far too much they are just rags." THe woman spoke and JUnko looked at her offering a smile on her face. "Nonsense, they are invaluable to you, look at the care that has gone into them. THey are mended, well used yes but you can see love in trying to make them clean so they can be offered. Same with much of these bits and bobs. A power cell that looks brand new, some compartments that can be added to a belt for spare power cells or ascension cables." SHe said it and spoke holding each piece up while she was offering them to her handmaidens who were standing there to flank her and they had the bag and some credits.

"YOu are obviously a merchant of skill to present such things.... and so I shall make sure you receive the best for it." The bag was nondescript as some of the children were there and she offered them some of the sweet treat for each of them. "And here we go fr you." THey had offered what small toys they had to help their mother and try to get credits for food so into the bag it went and walking away Junko winked as the bag was left under the table for them. She wanted to give them credits not take what they had... it just needed to appear proper in case anyone was watching hence the bags that looked similar that they could switch out.

She was walking with a few other things.. the large guards she passed eyeing her and the small Atrisian was tiny compared to many of them but she had faced down much worse and scary things... they were like little children trying to be scary as she went past them. "Are we clear?" She asked it and the one handmaiden spoke. "We are and privacy screen is up from the droid." The small companion droids that accompanied them their makie's were good for small things like little bubbles harder to get listening devices to penetrate. "Good, then we can plan where to head to next... we might have to hire one or two looking to get offworld for the sake of appearances."

There were nods and she walked more being stopped by two large trandoshans as they spoke. "The bosssssss wantssss to ssssseee you." She debated declining but the hutts were dangerous at times.... but then so was she. THe handmaidens would easily fight and they were trained in combat arts martially and with weapons. It was essential to body double and bodyguard. She was being led to a large tunnel as more guards were around them and the smell was there.. sweat and more. IT was dirt and grim and worse before she was in a chamber leading to a longer hallway. Someone at the far end as they were escorting her and Junko clasped her hands in front of herself.

"Greetings." She said it seeing Lira and bowed her head as the jade robed handmaidens followed behind. Hoods up and the doors opened to let her in while the hutt seemed to take an interest. The smoke was there and it wasn't nearly as bad when she stood awaiting an audience with him. Her eyes tracking and following as she used the force to hold the heavier door opened in case they needed to get out. The guard trying to close it and failing for the moment before leaving it so Junko could stand there. "I suppose I forgot to do something important yes?" She asked it and gave a bow of apology but remained at the ready while the hutt was looking at her.

"You came and no tribute." THe hutt spoke and his voice echoed around the hallway. "Puny ship not worth taking but you." Junko looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "Me what... you want me as tribute. I am not much of a dancer and most outfits fall off of me.. slim figure and all that oh great one.... but if it is a diplomatic indiscretion that I have committed then I can offer credits cause as you say I have a puny ship. It is part of a larger fleet out of Atrisia brinign trade goods to several worlds... several other hutts who would be disappointed if say their deliveries were being held up by another. Might think he was trying to rob all of them."

 

[Lira Virel]

The Hutt, known as Gorgul the Ruthless, shifted uneasily on his elevated platform as Junko Ike mentioned the dissatisfaction of other Hutts within the Clans. His bulbous eyes narrowed, and his thick tail swayed back and forth in agitation. The smoke-filled chamber seemed to grow still as the tension escalated.

"Nonsense! No Hutts dare to challenge Gorgul," the Hutt grumbled, his voice filled with a mix of nervousness and arrogance. "You may think your puny ship and your promises of trade hold sway over me, but I demand more than mere credits. I demand you, as a tribute to my glory!"

The Hutt's defiance echoed through the chamber, causing the air to grow thick with tension. Junko remained composed, her gaze steady as she met Gorgul's beady eyes. She knew the gravity of the situation and the danger it posed. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to them, Lira Virel, who had stealthily made her way back into the room, crouched behind a container, hidden amidst the haze of smoke. As Lira observed the scene, she couldn't help but notice the familiarity of the handmaidens' robes, their elegant green hue contrasting with the dimly lit surroundings. They exuded an aura of discipline and grace, hinting at their formidable skills. Although Lira couldn't immediately place the significance of the word "Atrisian" it lingered in her mind, stirring her curiosity.

The conversation between Junko and Gorgul continued, their voices intertwining in a tense dance of negotiation and danger. Lira strained to listen, the snippets of their conversation reaching her ears amid the hushed whispers of the chamber. Aware of the risks, Lira remained hidden, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew that intervening could bring dire consequences, but her instincts urged her to uncover the truth and assess if there was any way she could aid Junko in her predicament. The sight of the woman in trouble, flanked by lethal handmaidens, stirred empathy within Lira—a deep-rooted understanding of the perils faced by those considered different or out of place.

In the shadows, Lira Virel observed, silently hoping to glean enough information to understand the unfolding situation. Her connection to the Force, though untrained and untamed, whispered that her involvement might become inevitable.

Junko Ike​

 

[Junko Ike]

Lira Virel

She listened to him... more she was listening to the others around and remained composed. The look on her face said most of it and she presented herself as smaller compared to the rest. her handmaidens remaining at the ready behind her as they barely made a shifting presence but she knew two things... that the taller one had observed everyone or close enough in the room and the weapons it was what she knew how to do.. and the other was a faster fighter if the situation called for it. She looked at him and only spoke. "Oh great one, I would not let pride blind you as others of the hutt clans. You may be strong alone, but you know the danger of them banding together against common threats.... and what is a greater threat then their profits."

She asked it but was prepared sensing the woman who was there and offering a small bow as her robes were adjusting. The psychoreactive materials tightening it up, making parts of it more form fitting and able to move around if she need to. Her eyes were on the hutt, her senses on the room around her and everyone in there as she didn't need to exert much power. Not yet at least she was watching the hutt to see what he would do and what he might try. She hadn't presented herself as a jedi or as a member of the atrisian royal house so claiming it now would only look ignorant or like an attempt to levy power and position..... and if he didn't want credits well she did have Darakar. The banking clans treated it well enough after all in exchange rates and it was more of a boon to have galactically.

"BUt I can sooth in some ways, if you like. One as powerful and well connected as you knows the value of darakar, It easily outclasses anything most can offer you." She held her hands out to her sides. "The choice is yours of course but taking me would be a mistake, a noble of Atrisia doesn't make much ransom outside of the Commonwealth and killing me will get you even less. You will have just wasted the time and manpower when you could be making profits." She offered only a grin and moved towards lightly stepping on the force as she solidified it under her footing. Trap doors were always a risk if you were not careful and she made it look like she was merely soft footed when she moved across the room quickly. The mental tricks not working on the hutt but small gasps as others seemed to see her move blindingly fast.

She stood there in front of him and offered a small ingot, smaller then a aurodium ingot that was already easily carried. Emblazoned with the symbol of the commonwealth. "One ingot is worth a small fleet, a planet or two even. THe banking clans have actually increased its value more and accepting it outside of the Commonwealth lets you get even more as the government pays more for any ingots... I can promise you would grow bored with someone who doesn't know what to do aside from trade. Better to take the credits offered great one cause I don't make second offers." She said it and remained there but just out of reach and she allowed the force go to her body so that she could move on instinct before her mind caught up. Her body would react with the force.

 

[Lira Virel]

Lira's heart raced as she observed the tense exchange between Junko and Gorgul. She marveled at Junko's composure, her astute awareness of the situation unfolding around her. Lira couldn't help but admire the strategic positioning of the handmaidens, each one ready to spring into action at a moment's notice. The taller one, undoubtedly a skilled observer, seemed to assess every individual in the room, while the other emanated a sense of agility and speed. It was clear that Junko had assembled a formidable team to protect her.

As Junko addressed Gorgul, Lira sensed the undercurrent of diplomacy and manipulation in her words. The mention of the Hutts' collective strength and the potential threat to their profits struck a chord with Gorgul's wavering confidence. Lira observed the shifting dynamics, her senses attuned to the subtle energies of the room. She remained vigilant, her robes adjusting to provide both flexibility and protection. Her focus remained on the Hutt, her mind assessing his reactions, searching for any hints of his intentions.

Junko's next move surprised Lira. She skillfully brought up the topic of Darakar, the valuable resource that held significant weight in galactic economics. Lira watched as Junko presented her hands, an offering of something beyond credits. The mention of the ingot's worth, capable of acquiring entire fleets or planets, caught Lira's attention. She realized that Junko's cunning extended beyond mere words, as she subtly manipulated the Force to enhance her speed, leaving others in awe of her seemingly impossible movements. Standing before Gorgul, Junko's demeanor exuded confidence and resolve. She extended the ingot, symbolizing wealth and power, tempting Gorgul with the allure of greater profits. Lira couldn't help but be impressed by Junko's boldness and her unwavering stance just out of the Hutt's reach. She felt a surge of admiration for Junko's strategic play, offering the credits as the safer and more lucrative choice.

Lira knew that she had chosen the right person to champion her cause. Junko's intelligence and resourcefulness shone through, and it bolstered Lira's confidence in their partnership. She remained poised, ready to offer her support when the time was right, relying on her intuition to guide her actions. In the midst of the tension, Lira couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. This intricate dance of negotiation and power dynamics was the essence of the galaxy she inhabited. Her own journey as an engineer and shipwright had brought her to this pivotal moment, where her expertise intertwined with the grand schemes of the political and criminal underworld. Lira's presence in the shadows was no longer just an observer but an active participant in shaping the destiny of those around her.

Gorgul's bulbous eyes darted between Junko and the ingot she presented. The Hutt's greed and desire for power wrestled with his inherent caution. He knew the value of Darakar and the potential riches it could bring. A guttural chuckle rumbled from deep within his throat, betraying his wavering resolve.

"You speak of profits and wealth, little one," Gorgul hissed, his voice laced with a mix of intrigue and skepticism. "But I am Gorgul the Ruthless, a name feared among the Clans. I have no need for your empty promises or worthless trinkets. Power is what I seek, power that comes from control and domination."

The Hutt's massive form shifted, a ripple of muscles beneath his glistening, slimy skin. His tail curled around his elevated platform, a sign of his growing impatience. Gorgul's gaze locked with Junko's, a silent challenge exchanged between them.

"Do you truly believe that credits alone will appease my hunger?" Gorgul's voice dripped with disdain. "No, little one. You underestimate the reach of my ambitions. I crave something far more valuable than mere wealth. I desire control over territories, resources, and the fear of those who dare cross me."

Gorgul's eyes narrowed, his tongue slithering across his thick lips. He relished in the power play, the thrill of negotiating with those who dared stand before him. He knew that within his grasp lay the opportunity to bend others to his will, to make them cower and submit.

"Your attempts to sway me with words and ingots amuse me," Gorgul sneered. "But you, a noble of Atrisia, possess a different allure. Your bloodline and connections may hold hidden value. Perhaps you could serve as an asset, a pawn in my schemes. Or, if I find you lacking, perhaps your fate will be more... entertaining."

Gorgul's words hung in the air, the weight of his threat palpable. He reveled in the anticipation, relishing the fear he sought to instill. The Hutt knew that in this game of power, one misstep could lead to ruin. He awaited Junko's response, eager to see how far she would go to protect her interests and whether she possessed the wit and fortitude to outmaneuver him.

Junko Ike ​

 

[Junko Ike]

Lira Virel

She watched him and listened... the decline for credits was disappointing... he was greedy yes ut wanted more... though credits could gain him the resources, territory and power... but he seemed to be hoping she was more important. "I see." She said it and moved as the force was in her limbs and she followed where Miyoung had calculated. Sitting herself on the hutt at a rang where his tail didn't reach from the tip and his arm wouldn't be able to grasp. The bulk the heaviest that was for his body. Miyoung might be the youngest of her handmaidens but... she was also smarter than the combined in this room including her and the Hutt... she just needed Barca there to you know smack aaround some others.

"That is kind of a disappointment, I offer you something that could be used to get resources, territory and power. Fear is something hard to generate when you fall into a weakness that most hutts despise. Keeping a human for entertainment because you can't get your own kind." She offered a small grin and looked at him. "A weakness you want someone who offers little challenge to your greatness, who doesn't show or compliment your power or enhance it. Such a display could erode the fear. Top that with how the previous cartel was toppled... how those from Nar Shadda the capital that was established fell easily. Yes you came out on top because the ones in power vanished not because you seized it."

She was looking at him and didn't move.. the force exerted from her to make his body stay still... she might not be able to mind trick him but exerting physical stasis on his body to make it seem like she was much heavier and weighing him down. As a display to his men as one came forward and Barca moved her boot adjusting to stop him for a moment... but she didn't attack. Junko watched him for a moment. "Such a different display as I imagine those you pay might see things differently. Several billion credits trickling down to employ them for their work, the chances that coudl come from it even if it is only the scraps."

She stayed there looking at the ones in the room... her eyes falling on each one. "I can't bribe you, I can't force you but think of it like this. One bar of darakar is worth nearly five billion credits on the open market. More then some will see in a lifetime and more then enough to divide up and pay off the ones who come here to retaliate." She said it while looking more at the hutt now and hopping up as she walked back towards the center of the room and motioned with a hand for Barca who shifted. Her robes moving as the mandalorian knights armor below it shifted and came out. The ablative design of the armor and robes.

The mandalorian stood there while Miyoung remained at the ready and the clasp on her robes shifted. Curved blades coming out where she pulled small rings and Junko looked back at the hutt as her robes finished shifting. From a regal kimono to more of a bodysuited kimono and her belt held a lightsaber on her hip. THe curved hilt with polished and bleached shell on it from a gaping spider of dathomir... but it looked like bone to those not looking close enough. "I should mention that you were not wrong... my bloodline is important just not in the way you were thinking. MOre the jedi kind who was offering you the peaceful solution."

 

[Lira Virel]

Lira's gaze fixed on the unfolding scene between Gorgul the Hutt and Junko. She observed the Hutt's expressions and listened attentively to his words, analyzing his motivations and desires.

As Junko expressed her disappointment in Gorgul's greed and his reliance on keeping a human for entertainment, Lira remained silent, her presence concealed. She marveled at Junko's display of confidence, her words cutting through the air with precision. Lira admired the way Junko confronted the Hutt's weaknesses and exposed the flaws in his pursuit of power. The tension in the room was palpable as Junko exerted her will over Gorgul, using the Force to keep his body still, as if weighed down by an invisible force. Lira's heart raced as she witnessed the subtle display of power, aware of the delicate balance that hung in the air.

Lira studied the faces of Gorgul's men, their reactions a mixture of surprise, uncertainty, and perhaps a flicker of fear. She understood the impact of this moment, the potential shift in power dynamics that could alter the course of events. Her hands tightened their grip on the blaster hidden at her side, ready to spring into action if needed. Junko continued to address Gorgul, her words laced with a mixture of authority and persuasion. Lira admired her ability to appeal to the Hutt's self-interest, painting a picture of the vast wealth and opportunities that could come from collaborating with her. She recognized the importance of offering an alternative, a chance for Gorgul to reevaluate his choices and align them with a more lucrative path.

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the room shifted as Junko motioned for Barca, the Mandalorian knight, to step forward. Lira's eyes widened as she observed the transformation in Junko's appearance, her kimono morphing into a more combat-ready form. The sight of the lightsaber on her hip sent a surge of both excitement and caution through Lira's veins. As Junko revealed her true identity as a Jedi, Lira's breath caught in her throat. She knew the significance of this revelation, understanding the weight it carried in the ongoing negotiation. Lira remained hidden, her mind racing with anticipation, waiting to see how Gorgul would respond to this unexpected twist.

Gorgul the Hutt listened to Junko's words with a mix of amusement and curiosity. He reclined on his opulent throne, his massive, slug-like body undulating slightly as he considered her proposition. The glow of dim, colorful lights illuminated his slimy green skin, giving him an eerie and intimidating appearance.

"Hohoho! You've got guts, little one," Gorgul rumbled in his deep, gravelly voice. "Your offer is intriguing, I won't deny that. But you see, power and credits are not the only things that drive Gorgul the Mighty." He leaned forward slightly, his small, wicked eyes locked onto Junko. "Fear, respect, control—the delicate balance of these elements sustains my dominion over this sector. And you, my dear, have yet to prove your worthiness." A low chuckle reverberated through the chamber as the Hutt's entourage of guards and sycophants eagerly awaited his decision. Gorgul raised a chubby hand to stroke his stubbly chin, contemplating the implications of Junko's words.

"However," he continued, "I'm not one to reject potential opportunities. Show me something of real value, something that sets you apart from the throngs of sycophants who come to me seeking favor, and perhaps we can entertain further negotiations." Gorgul's eyes flicked to the Mandalorian at Junko's side, the imposing figure of Barca, and then back to Junko herself. "Let's see if the tales of your bloodline hold any weight. Impress me, and you may just find yourself on the path to power and influence. Fail, and, well..." He let the implication hang in the air, the unspoken consequences clear to everyone in the room.

Junko could feel the weight of the moment, the opportunity to seize an advantage slipping through her fingers. She knew that she had to tread carefully, for in the world of Hutts, one wrong move could be her last. The tension in the room was palpable as all eyes remained fixed on her, awaiting her response.

Junko Ike ​

 

[Junko Ike]

Lira Virel

She stood there and listened only turning around and watching him while the others stood there at the ready. "See though that is the thing, I don't need power or influence. Sith try that, promise power but as much as the jedi haven't been able to get the upper hand for long in the galaxy. Greys do much the same... crime doesn't pay the bills and I have little need. What I do have is enjoyment in my duties and short view... breaking up the crime on Nar Shadda is something one can do... a jedi could spend a lifetime here fighting crime... but long view it is ingrained here... one would have to sterilize the planet to eliminate it which is why go with the one who offers the best structure and order."

She said it and raised an eyebrow. "I could have gone to a dozen lesser ones, given them the tribute which then they could use to go against you and they would gladly for a time work to honor any deal but they would easily be as distrustful and get worse." She shrugged and took in the room around her while holding her hands out to the side of her. "But if you want to be impressed... there is a trick, something only I can do among the jedi. Something that is sure to leave you speechless oh great one." She said it and looked at Miyoung as she was taking in the room and nodded when Junko seemed to raise an eyebrow. Barca backed up and away covering.

"Miyoung spoke moving over to the corner by Lira as Barca was there and Junko dominated the center area staying on the small discs of the force. "Hate it when she does this." THe young Atrisian spoke and she was bringing up information on a wrist datapad that fed into the interface earring on the side of her head. Glowing a soft blue-green. "It is like she intentionally wanted to provoke him." The large Mandalorian spoke with her helmet not retracting but it was low and the small privacy filter obscuring the others from hearing around the three as they included Lira. "Maybe, but this one was prepared to act so our job is to make sure she isn't in danger... plus you always love the ending."

"So do you." She said it but Junko was there looking at the hutt and drew her saber out unactivated as she slid a finger along the hilt. The bleached carapace looking like bone with ridges and she looked over at the hutt. Offering him only a smile as her eyes close. Opening again as pure milky white... her skin losing its color and there was an echoing pop pop pop sound as her limbs were elongating. The talisman of transformation was not entirely unique to her but she was one of the few who had a gaping spider queen. The expression on her face shifting as she opened her eyes and there were eight now looking around the room. her hair shifting and blending into her carapace as her skin hardened.

"You might have needed more men." Junko said it and shifted as her mouth opened and elongated. A part of her looking at it as she debated what to do and shifting brought more instincts but she had given the chance and he wanted more... greed was dangerous as her limbs split and eight legs pierced different guards dragging them around. her front two moving and webbing shot out onto the hutt. Gasps but her mouth was larger then he was as the room buckled.. the ceiling cracking and wall exploding outwards. Miyoung moved and activated a shield as Barca did the same."She is in a mood isn't she?" The small atrisian spoke with a grin. "She gave a chance for peaceful negotiations.... he should have realized something was up."

Tha got a chuckle but the sounds of cracking came as several guards were flung out fo the room. The force still suspending just above the ground itself as she could maintain her focus on that and was wrapping the hutt in thick webs made to hold and capture rancors on dathomir. She bit into the webbing to finish after several minutes.. the digestive acids in her stomach would be beneficial as she was eating and draining much o the slug and guards. Barca moving back with the shield up so Miyoung and Lira would be able to be in a protective corner of the room. "Look I got some." Miyoung said it holding up some of the material that Junko had been wearing.

"Well good at least we'll be able to regrow the robes they are her favorite." THe sounds were there as Junko finished and her massive size slowly started to get smaller when she was finished eating. Maintaining the form burned calories and made her run feverishly hot.... as she touched the floor and finished with her saber in her hand where she was focusing it. Allowing herself to breathe and Miyoung moved forward quickly catching her... Barca looking around. "We have people incoming, from the lower levels... might not like that you ate their boss princess." The large Mandalorian said it and her wrists shifted as the weapons were chosen opening up on the toolkit two nozzles.

 

[Lira Virel]

Lira watched in awe as Junko unleashed her astonishing transformation, morphing into a formidable creature with eight legs and a menacing appearance. The room was filled with gasps and murmurs as the guards and even Gorgul the Hutt recoiled in both fear and astonishment. The sheer power and audacity displayed by Junko left Lira momentarily speechless. She found herself caught between a mix of fascination and unease. The sight of Junko's metamorphosis stirred a deep sense of primal unease within Lira. It was a stark reminder of the vastness and variety of the Force and the unpredictable nature of those who wielded it.

Lira's eyes darted between the unfolding chaos and the monstrous form of Junko, her heart racing with a mixture of trepidation and curiosity. She marveled at the control and strength displayed by this stranger who had suddenly revealed her true nature. It was an extraordinary display of power that surpassed anything Lira had witnessed before. Amidst the chaos, Miyoung's voice cut through the tense atmosphere, drawing Lira's attention back to the immediate situation. The young Atrisian's observation that Junko had intentionally provoked the Hutt resonated with Lira, amplifying her curiosity about the motivations and strategies at play.

As Miyoung and Barca discussed the aftermath and potential repercussions of Junko's actions, Lira remained silent, absorbing the details and implications of the unfolding scene. She sensed the urgency and tension in the room, the incoming threat of additional foes, and the need to remain focused. Taking a step closer to the corner where Lira stood, Miyoung's voice reached her ears. Lira shifted her gaze toward the small Atrisian, acknowledging her presence with a nod. It was clear that their priority now was to ensure Junko's safety and defend against any potential retaliation.

Lira's mind raced, evaluating the situation and the various scenarios that could unfold. She knew that her role now was to support Junko and her companions, even though they were strangers to her. She felt a surge of determination, ready to act if the need arose, but also cognizant of the potential dangers involved.

In the midst of the chaos and uncertainty, Lira's senses heightened. The smell of burnt blaster gas and the faint metallic tang of fear lingered in the air. The room crackled with energy, both figuratively and literally. Lira remained vigilant, observing the ebb and flow of the situation, waiting for the opportune moment to lend her expertise and support to this enigmatic group that had inadvertently become her temporary allies.

Junko Ike ​

 

[Junko Ike]

Lira Virel

Miyoung was supporting Junko as the jedi stood up a little. If she could look paler.... "Oh cramped space." She said it and looked around as Barca was checking but moved more. "You going to be okay?" THe larger woman said it and Junko nodded. Worried less about modesty as she secured her saber on a small sash that was recovered around her waist.. a sight to behold but she looked at Lira and bowed. "Princess Junko of the jedi order." She didn't need to say which one there were always a handful but getting out of here was more important for the moment while Miyoung offered her shoulder and brought up a hand to support her.

"We'll get back to the shuttle.. maybe. Might need to call it in as walking through the streets might be more dangerous. We could borrow a ship, likely they are not using them." She looked around. "Might just need a little cover to get in and disable any security measures." THe first sounds of blaster fire came and Baarca spoke. "We don't have time to debate with ourselves." She said it and moved forward with her wrist and a jet of flame came out to surprise the first group approaching the rubble. THen she was releasing blaster fire and allowing a second jet of green acid from the projector come out. Her robes shifting to reveal shoulder cannons that fired.

"I am not debating with..... you are impossible you brute." The small Atrisian stood there and was looking it over. "We can use repulsors a shield wall to block the way down at least for a moment." She seemed to be thinking about it and Junko knew she would figure it out. "Ah I got it..." She was helping her walk and the open window looked out on several ships as she tested her cloaked repulsors. The smaller micro ones built in so they could move quicker. "I'll get her over there... you follow and help the girl." She both waited for a moment and didn't as she lept holding Junko as the makie droid floated near them so they could make the jump.

Barca looked over at Lira speaking with a small nod. "You coming?" She said it adjusting and spinning the wrist weapons as she fired more shots and a vac blast sent several pieces of micro vibroshrapnel into the bodies making mincemeat. Her feet moving to the edge aand she could float around easily enough with the repulsor pack of her armor as well as the parts of the robes. HEr pistol releasing another ship from the underside as the thermite coated the door ways they were coming through in flames for a moment to cause a distract and she waited to see if Lira would join before leaping backwards and laying down so she was be on the larger womans chest.

 

[Lira Virel]

Lira observed the exchange between Junko, Miyoung, and Barca with a mix of curiosity and concern. She watched as Junko struggled to regain her composure, her paleness revealing the toll that the recent events had taken on her. Lira's empathy stirred within her, recognizing the physical strain and fatigue that Junko must be experiencing.

When Junko introduced herself as Princess Junko of the Jedi Order, Lira's eyebrows arched in surprise. The title held weight and significance, but she remained cautious, not fully understanding the intricacies of Jedi hierarchy. Still, the acknowledgment from someone of such a prestigious background made Lira feel a sense of respect for Junko's abilities and the risks she had taken. As Miyoung and Barca discussed their plans for escape, Lira's attention sharpened. Their words carried urgency, emphasizing the need for quick thinking and decisive action. The sound of blaster fire in the distance served as a stark reminder of the imminent danger they faced.

Lira's decision was swift. She understood that time was of the essence, and standing idly by was not an option. With a determined expression, she moved closer to Barca, her gaze fixed on the ensuing battle. She appreciated Barca's nod of acknowledgment, knowing that they were now part of the same mission.

"Yes, I'm coming," Lira replied, her voice steady and determined. She followed Barca's lead, positioning herself strategically to provide cover fire and support. She watched as Barca unleashed her wrist weapons, unleashing flames and acid with deadly accuracy. The sight of her shoulder cannons and the ferocity with which she fought left Lira in awe.

As they approached the open window, Lira's senses heightened. She observed the ships outside, contemplating the possibilities and risks involved in commandeering one. The mention of repulsors and shield walls caught her attention, and she knew that Miyoung's ingenuity would be crucial in their escape. Lira's focus remained sharp as she awaited the moment to make their move. When Barca signaled for her to follow, Lira didn't hesitate. She sprinted forward, unleashing a barrage of blaster fire towards the approaching enemies, aiming to create a diversion and buy them precious time. The explosions and chaos filled the air as Barca skillfully utilized her weapons and maneuvered through the firefight. Lira admired her agility and skill, finding reassurance in the strength and camaraderie they shared.

As Barca leapt backward, positioning herself on Lira's chest, Lira adjusted her position accordingly, prepared to provide cover and support. She braced herself for the leap, her mind focused on their escape, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. Together, they embarked on this daring escape, a symphony of precision and teamwork in the face of adversity. Lira felt a surge of determination and a connection to her newfound allies, united by their shared objective and the trust they placed in one another.

Junko Ike

 

[Junko Ike]

Lira Virel

Junko landed on the far side with Miyoung and the pair were standing there as Baarca arrived with the girl Lira. The distance there for a moment and Miyoung pulled one of the gates out as she clipped it to the wall and it activate. Enclosing the area above from below with a thin red containment shield. "Won't be much, it is stretching but...." She said it looking at Barcaa while setting up for the second to drop down further. "Once we get to the hanger we'll be able to get in the air and can contact the shuttle. Tripitaka is there with Kirano and she can pilot it to come and meet us." She looked at Junko as Barca moved to lift her up.

"You should sleep.... transforming like that makes you always need to sleep and eat." Junko looked up at her. "No... no food, that was rancid." Barca chuckled. "Have to remember that negotiation tactic." She said it while moving and going through some fo the doors smashed the controls to lock them. "When it doubt, eat the opposition." THe tall mandalorian was carrying Junko in a firemans carry over her shoulder so her one cannon could still be used and she had a free hand to use a weapon. Junko spoke. "He had his chance.... he had several. He didn't understand I was only trying to be nice and kind." She yawned but they were moving while Miyoung brought her display up.

"You offered him enough credits to buy a small planet... or some moons and employ the people on it for a small amount of time. Not perfect but someone with imagination would have been able to do a whole lot more." She chuckled though opening one of the doors. "Still it could have went worse." She said it and looked at Lira. "I am Miyoung and thank you for assisting us." She said it when the one set of doors opened into a hallway where they were setting up a barricade to stop them. "Oops wrong door." She said it and moved back closing the doors while Barca smashed the controls with a hiss of a seal. "Ah this way to the hanger."

She said it and started walking and then turned around going the other way. The door opening into a slaves quarters while several screamed while others were hiding. Barca punching a guard who rushed forward. "Ladies... don't worry, I am here to rescue all of you." THe large mandalorian's face couldn't be seen.... but even Junko tired and dazed could hear the grin at the scantily clad dancers and slaves she was likely seeing. Miyoung looking at her with a rolled eyed side glance. "Smooth." But she was seeing the vents that they were looking for and held a scanner up. "Exhaust detected from engines and other fuels... dangerous for long term exposure."

Barca moved over and spoke setting Junko down who was sleeping. She was tired... her body worn out but she was starting to get a little color back. "Now, I'll recue all of you from here... just help carry her and feel free to talk about how awesome and strong I am." She gave a flexing pose in the armor before ripping at the vent to open in and Miyoung was using some fo the spare cloths to make masks for their face. "Wear these and follow us, please carry the princess and we'll get you out of here since the hutt is gone." That seemed to cheer a few of them up as they were carry Junko on their shoulders dividing the minimal weight as well as getting her a blanket to be covered for modesty.

Barca was going through the vent first as the atrisian pistol shifted and went into a sword formation for the close quarters but she was moving.... and then kicked a section of vent covering to open into the hanger where more guards were and she started unloading on them with the cannon while pushing forward and turning over a hover cart to make cover for the others. "It sure would be nice if we had a ship to go to... whcih one am I making a path to Miyoung?" She said it and popped out with her wrists firing one focused blast of blue energy through the gut of a guard and a laser penetrating another to leave him in pieces on the floor.

 

[Lira Virel]

Lira followed closely behind Miyoung and Barca as they navigated the complex corridors. She listened attentively to their conversations, absorbing the details and strategies being discussed. The mention of Tripitaka and Kirano, along with the plan to contact the shuttle, provided a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos. As Junko yawned and expressed her exhaustion, Lira couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for the Jedi's resilience. The fatigue evident in her voice and the weariness etched upon her face only reinforced the immense effort she had exerted in their escape. Lira nodded, understanding the toll that the transformations and battles had taken on Junko's body.

Miyoung introduced herself, extending her gratitude to Lira for her assistance. Lira offered a small smile and a nod in return. "You're welcome, Miyoung. I'm Lira," she replied, her voice calm but filled with determination. She appreciated the unity forged in their shared mission, even among strangers thrown into the midst of danger.

Their path led them through a series of doors, some intentionally blocked and others revealing unexpected encounters. Lira couldn't help but chuckle at the unintended detour into the slaves' quarters, where Barca's presence elicited a mixture of fear and curiosity. She admired Barca's strong and confident demeanor, even in the face of such unconventional circumstances. As they reached the vents, Lira accepted the mask provided by Miyoung and secured it over her face. She carefully lifted Junko's slumbering form, joining the others in carrying her. The weight was minimal, and the shared burden served as a reminder of their collective strength and determination.

Following Barca's lead, Lira crawled through the vents, maintaining a sense of alertness and readiness for any unexpected encounters. The sound of blaster fire echoed through the cramped space, and Lira admired Barca's skill and precision as she swiftly dispatched the guards in the hanger. She crouched behind the hover cart, using it as cover while maintaining her focus on the surrounding area. Lira's mind raced as Barca mentioned the need for a ship. The thought of a means of escape renewed her determination. She scanned the hanger, searching for a suitable vessel that could carry them to safety. "There, the one near the far end," Lira pointed out, her voice firm and confident. She adjusted her grip on Junko, ensuring that she remained secure in their makeshift stretcher.

With Barca leading the charge and Miyoung by her side, Lira emerged from behind the hover cart, unleashing precise shots towards any guards that posed a threat. She moved with agility, using the chaos of the firefight to her advantage. Her focus remained on protecting her newfound allies and ensuring their path to freedom.

As blaster fire erupted around her, Lira remained calm and composed, her movements calculated and precise. The adrenaline coursed through her veins, fueling her determination to see this mission through to its end. She trusted in the unity and strength of their group, knowing that together they stood a fighting chance against any obstacle that lay in their path.

Junko Ike ​

 

[Junko Ike]

Lira Virel

There was a nod of acknowledgement as Barca was moving. Her weapons able to let loose when she was moving up and using herself as a shield for the others behind the cart. Miyoung didn't move forward.. she stayed back and motioned fore the others to follow suit. Only moving forward once she was certain there wasn't going to be stray shots. "Alright if we are going for one of them we don't want to be followed." She was looking at it while moving and checking the guards for various weapons and equipment. She turned to look at the ones carrying Junko. "If any of you own these ships say so... we won't destroy them."

She said it while grabbing a bandoleer of grenades and thermal detonaters. SOme of the slave girls shook their heads discussing it while Miyoung was setting the detonators in engines and linking them to her computer for remote detonation. WHile Barca continued to fight and the sounds didn't die off when she grappled with one of the larger guards. Miyoung making her way around the back and to the ship directed when she started to try and open the airlock doors. "Slicing in now." She said it into the comlink as the sound of something smashing into a wall came and Barca was swinging one of the guards into another.

She motioned for the others to move in when the airlock opened. "Get in, find a secure place to set the princess down and then those who know how to use the systems begin start up if we can get weapons it will help if there are any pursuit crafts." She said it moving in and wanted shields before setting off several ships in a chain. Barca was moving back as more were coming. "It is like they don't know their boss is dead." Miyoung laughed. "Maybe, or maybe whoever kills us gets to take over." THe large woman seemed to think about it. "Don't know if they are that smart." She said it and went into the airlock taking position and firing while Miyoung went towards the cockpit.