three times freed
If there was some way that she could do all her work by staying in the safety of her Guesthouse on Coruscant, she would rarely leave its halls. However, to be an operator of the Freedom Trail meant personally laying track and lighting lanterns along the way. Neither of those things could be done at a healthy distance from the galaxy's darkest side.
She had come to Korgem the Hutt's place to not meet him but instead to meet with a bounty hunter whom had suggested these digs as a meeting place. Given the type of woman she was, a true bleeding heart beneath all the scar tissue that had grown over her heart since her own enslaved years, the prospect disgusted her, but she simply couldn't lose this contact. Thus, she would grin and bear it. After all, she hadn't gotten to the position she had by refusing to play the long game when it got uncomfortable.
The main room was hazy with a combination of cigarette smoke and dust that had found a way in one way or another from the desert outside. Headmistress Malcoma Hesse walked in with her usual purposed way, pausing at the threshold to scan the crowd for her man. She had never gone to the effort of making herself well-known on Tatooine, but her hapan features drew heads as they always did no matter where she went. She wasn't naïve of that, nor that the sandy planet with its booming slave trade that somehow always flowed was an obvious target for her kind of work. No, she didn't doubt that there were plenty of poor humanoids that craved a freedom that she could give them. It was just that her hatred of hutts knew precisely one bound: Nar Shaddaa. She had long since made that concession with herself, and for as long had dealt with the sentient slugs almost exclusively on the Smuggler's Moon. Her exceptions were very few and far between, with tonight's visit being one of them.
As she made her way through the gathering crowd, she kept her eyes mostly to herself until she could meet the bounty hunter's gaze. "Hesse," he greeted coarsely.
She only hummed a response as she sat opposite him at the bar table. From her vantage point, she had a good view of a dancing stage.
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