Slavy bussiness

[Sempra the Hutt]

The air was filled a mixture of despair, sweat and the foul promise of credits.

Sempra the Hutt slithered forth pouring two cups of wine. The office in the the Slave camp was small in comparrison to the white palace but Sempra had made sure it was furnished in a way to please the more important customers who might be interested in larger purchases.

and [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] was a VIP client of the cartel. He had been investing in the cartels affairs for some time now. Sempra had felt the man had some doubts though, torn between moral conflicts and his sense of earning credits in cleaner markets.

But here they were, Jaster was in need of slaves and Sempra would not fail to deliver.

He turned holding out one cup toward him.

"So, mr Jaster, tell me - what sorts of slaves are you in need of?"

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Sempra the Hutt"]

The Hutts were a long time client of Jaster now, their assistance in transportation, protection, and supplies were top notch. Yet Jaster was in need of expanding, and this would require lots of money, influence, and legal clientele. Now this would never effect his work with the Hutts, seeing as they were his biggest client, but slaves would spare him millions in labor. This he was here, with his old 'Friend' Sempra the Hutt. A well known Hutt and unchallenged leader of the cartel. He had power, soldiers, and thanks to Jaster, a constant chain of money.

The slave market was not the only thing Jaster dabbeled in as a major investor in the cartel, Transportstion, Protection, and Pirating were only a few. Ships, men, and money were at the Hutts disposal when they needed it. In return, Jaster received the influence and supplies he needed, slaves were the supplys.

Jaster sat in the Hutts officer at the slave camp, relatively larger then Jaster considering his was the cabin aboard his cruiser. Jaster didn't like to employ slaves, but now it turned into an addiction. Jaster was a heavy gambler, always seemed to win even when he lost. He was a cheat, thief, and had a tongue of silver. Now he wanted slaves for pleasure, to fight, and to work, and now he wished to hold a collection.

"I pick what I need, though rare genetic species are my personal preferred," Jaster reached for the cup he was offered, "I purchase in bulk, labor slaves and gladiators, preferably male, though female is not frowned apon."

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

Sempra nodded and sipped his wine.

"I belive we can find what you are looking for. As for laborers there is no trouble at all. However, to ensure a proper work rate I would recomend to invest in a few slave foremen as well. They have... " sempra licked the air trying to taste his way to the proper wording.

"... they have... found their roles through my slavers hard work. Thus they are slaves but tend to the whip on your whim. Just keep them seperated from the other slaves and give them a Little something extra now and then to keep them happy. I belive you get the drift." Sempra smiled.

Then he turned to his desk pressing a button opening a com channel.
"Mr Ishka, please send in some of the pleasure slaves for our customer." Sempra spoke formally.

"Yesss your majesssty." was the only reply and Sempras finger left the button.

"Please mr Jester, take a seat. My overseer has made sure some very exotic examples will be displayed. You may choose freely from them." Sempra slithered toward the corner with couches, he himself remained "standing" and turned to the door.

Once it slid open a row of Beautiful, men and women off various races appeared, they wore sensual clothing teasing to the eye and mind. Sempras personal slave, the pale albino made sure the cups were refilled and lit a few candels to enhance the athmosphere.

Among the slaves were mainly human or twi'lek but there was also a wookie standing out in the group.

The slaver who followed them clapped and the row started to move to a popular slow tune displaying their dancing skill.

"There are some here who worked as professional dancers you see." Sempra explained and pointed especially toward a beutiful red skinned Twi'lek. "There are also a human female trained in the art of seduction who used to work in a brothel on Nar Shadda. Not a bad choice if I may say so myself." he grinned. Then he shifted the attention to the wookie.

"A band of trandoshan hunters brought me this one. She is of course not the most trustworthy but she is skilled in gardening and I have Heard she can bring some magic to tense muscles through a massage technique only thought on Kashyyk. Unfortunately it is meant for humanoids so I have not tested it myself."

Sempra glanced at [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] trying to see if something was to his liking.

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Sempra the Hutt"]

Jaster already had a line up of guards and foremen already to go on the next transport to Kessel. Though the Foremen would be considered wardens other places, but Jaster didn't trust someone he needed to bribe, or threaten to kill. That was just bad for business, and could not him in the butt. Better to know those you employ then trust slaves who have no choice to be there.

"The foremen won't be neccisary, but I'll take them none the less," Jaster sipped his wine, uncaring of weather they were included or not, "better to have a few who think they have power to instal trust in them all, replacing rebellious slaves is exspencive."

Jaster continued to stay where he was as the pleasure slaves were escorted in. Jaster was never a fan of pleasures of the skin, more of the mind. Jaster remembered his father owned a servant who constantly played holo-chest with, pleasures of the mind were much more Jaster. So he was not interested in them for personal use, but enjoyed their look.

What did catch Jaster eye was the red skinned Twi'lek, he had never seen one before. This he shot out of his chair and walked over to the women. She was a confident thing, and seemed to be in the buisness for a while though. Yet her age didn't seem past 25, it was quite odd to Jaster, but he didn't comain. He owned 3 other collectable slaves he only brought around to look at and conversation with. He studied her closely and through pure visual collaboration, he determined that she was indeed 100% Twi'lek. One he was missing from his rare collection, and one he wished to posses.

He looked at the Twi'lek, "Educational level, and occupation before enslavement?"

These were common questions for Jaster to ask, he needed to know how much reeducation they would require to work for him.

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

Sempra sat in the background enjoying the display of slaves but attentive on what [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] might decide upon.

The red skinned slave looked up.

"I was trained at the dancing academy of Nabat, my lord." she replied. "I was employed on various pleasure palaces on Nar Shadda before... before I was brought here." she kept her eyes low but there was a certain amount of spite in her tone.

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Sempra the Hutt"]

Jaster began to look angered, she was telling him what a normal slave owner would want to know. Jaster was no average buyer, he was a collector, and collectors need perfection. He wanted to know her true level of education, not the spit Sempra told her to tell his clients.

"Kark women, look me in the eyes," Jaster stood firm, as a baller human with darker skin, Jasters presents over the women would pulse fear into the average person, "do I look like a person who cares if you can dance,"

Jaster was a true Mandalorian General, his tone was military, host stance was military, even how he wore his hat was carefully measured. These collector items were to be the pinacle of galactic standards. If they weren't, Jaster would train them to be the elegant, gentle, perfection of the top. Jaster was also a geneticist, and when a being was of perfect gene collation, they must be perfect.

"I'm asking your level of reading, can you write, and what where you born into slavery?" Jaster was nearing his max temper for this unresponcive slave, not making eye contact with Jaster was considered entirely rude.

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

Although not understanding to raise her eyes she took a deep breath. the man intimidated her enough to take a chance.

"I was not born into slavery. I was captured by Hutt three years ago. So was my family. I did work at pleasure palaces on Nar Shadda and did dance. But I know how to read and I worked as an assistant accountant for a time. I also speak about ten languages fluently."

[member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Sempra the Hutt"]

Jaster settled down a little, his angered face could still be seen imprinted on his face. Speaking the other languages was a plus and being an assistant. Though a accountant would not be the perfect for his needs, he could skip mathematics and work more on educate. Jaster truly beleived that she was a fine specimen and a testament to her people's many colorful abilities. She would make a fine addition to his collection.

He continued to stare deeply into the eyes of the women, a dimond in the rough, "I'll take her, what shall her price be?"

He not shot a glance at the Wookie, "What else beside the uselessness of the massaging can she do?"

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

Sempra clapped and the slaver yanked the chain causing the slaves to be lead outside again.

"I can see that you have a fine taste mr Jester. The red Twi'lek is an excellent choice. I'll add her price, with a generous discount of course, to the bill." the hutt informed and dotted something down on his datapad.

"The wookie, I believe, was a sort of nurse on her home planet. That is why she knows that special type of massage. I would expect her to have some Medical skills to that if you are interested?

[member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Sempra the Hutt"]

Jaster nodded, the Twi'lek would be a great addition to Jaster finer tastes. He would get her name and start her classes as soon as they returned to his ship. Almost as if clockwork, two of Jaster Umbrella Guards walked in ready to escort the red Twe'lik. Jaster nodded to the price of the slave women and the guards took her to the side of the room, awaiting Jaster nex decision.

Jaster would walk over to the Wookie, "One of my Wookie gladiators was injured, he's two fights away from his freedom," Jaster walked around the Wookie, she seemed well behaved enough, "would this be a problem for you to heal, my doctors could do it, but I want to know if you can."

Jaster didn't know Wookie, so he would look to Sempra expecting he would translate.

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

The wookie made some low and high grunts. Sempra sighed.

"She is a proud one but she will help her kin, at least that is what she is saying." Sempra shrugged.

[member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Sempra the Hutt"]

Proud, Jaster didn't have need of slaves that we're proud to be where they were. He needed ambishouse slaves, those who wish to make themselfs better then their statuse. That is what it meant to be Jaster personal slaves. His laborer would be rewarded for goin beyond what they were required, he beleived in rewarding those who tried more then others. It would increase productivity as well as dwell those who wish to escape as manpower and punishment were costly in slave injury.

"If you can't prove your worth, your no use to me." Jaster continued down the line.

Jaster wasn't like most slave owners, empowering over those who were weaker then him. He saw slaves as those who were unfortunate in meeting the wrong people or being in the wrong place at the wrong time. So with this he treated his slaves like most in house workers. They were feed healthy, given more then comfortable rooms, even gave them break rooms and medical facilities. He did this cuz the minimal cost of all this was worth a single slave in just a year of use. This would be equivalent to replacing a killed or punished slave once a year. The other affect was that they had it better then most of their previous life's that they would not wish to leave. Escapes or those who fought against the system were at an all time low in Jasters work camps.

He needed slaves that were willing to work and showed their ability to become great, loyalty was not something he wished.

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

Sempra motioned for the slavers to take back the line of slaves leaving the hutt alone, apart from his personal slave and a Weequay body guard, with [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"].

"Mr Jaster, I do not belive you will find what you seek in those. they are slaves carved to duties of pleasure." he said and dropped a tree frog into his maw.

"I can arrange for a special slave to be found and delivered if you gave me more specific details of your needs, if you are looking for a special talent?"

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Sempra the Hutt"]

Jaster again had no need for the pleasures of skin, but his client did. They provided good leverage when negotiations came around and people tried to outmaneuver Jaster, yet no one had succeeded just yet. As the slaves left Jaster becomes less pleased with the selection Sempra had brough, though the red Twi'lek was a fascinating find.

"Sempra, I'm a man with little need of pleasure," Jaster returned to his seat and leaned against it facing the door, "I enjoy the rare things in life, which means I require rare species to enlighten my perspective on life,"

Jaster truly had no happiness in his life, only distractions. Once Jaster daughter left for the academy, he was left with a void of love and responcability. Thus out of the boredom did he turn to slaves, gambling, and his more favorite, extortion. Maybe this was what he was looking for, a personal slave as an enforcer and strong arm. Someone he could bring to meeting and negotiations and their presents would strike fear into them. A good practice against those who didn't know Jaster reputation for always getting what he wanted.

"How about you bring me your gladiators," Jaster turned his head to the Hutt, "my last distraction died just recently, and I could use another."

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

Sempra shrugged.

"But of course. I will transfer a list of possible candidates as gladiators as soon as I got them rounded up. Or do wish us to make the deal on the fly. If you seek special skills I would recomend that you gave me some time to order a special fetch of the products for a display at a later time."

"The work crew and the re-twi lek is already a prepared batch for you." Sempra motioned for the contract on the datapad in front of them.

"However, if you wish I can gather a quick group of fighting slaves, Although I can not guarantee top quality at this time. You are the customer, you decide mr Jaster."

[member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Sempra the Hutt"]

Jaster turned to meet eyes with Sempra, he had a scheduraled meeting with Kessel Emissaries in a day. Probably best that he move along and get started on his journey. "That is quite alright, you'll have to send the data to the XO, she is always happy to take my messages."

Yet another practical joke he would pull on the XO, she never really like them, but it kept Jaster entertained. He would walk to the corner of the room where his guards were holding the Red Twi'lek. A real fine addition to Jaster collection, it truly was.

He turned to the Hutt, "Thank you for you hospitality, I'll get the funds to you in an hours time," Jaster bowed his head, "your excellency."