The rattling of chains filled the air as the slaves of the Red Claw Slavers moved about their cramped cells, fighting over what little scraps of food their new owners gave them. Every so often, a Trandoshan would prod one of the slaves, hoping to get some reaction out of them. They were bullies, tearing into the slaves and beating them down ever since one nearly escaped and alerted the outside world to their presence.
Secrecy was key to the slave trade.
Strife fills the galaxy every day, lives ended and memories burned simply because one man was cruel to another. Slavers infest the fringes of civilized society, selling the souls of those they capture. It was something that Kah Manet could never stomach, something he always felt he needed to stop. The quiet sound of the air conditioner hummed in the Gungan’s room, barren from having quickly been filled by his return from the Dac Compound. There was a cot and a satchel of his belongings, a terminal, and his commlink which he held in his hand. The durasteel floor was vacant of any decoration, the Jedi’s feet plopping along the metal as he walked out of the room and down the hall. Kah would occasionally throw the commlink in the air and catch it with his hand, quietly humming a tribal war song to himself.
He progressed further down the hall, enjoying the calm quiet of the Arca Praxeum, and opened a door into an auditorium. The durasteel floor was replaced by carpet, the soft bristles caressing the Gungan’s heel. Kah made a sharp click in his mouth, alerting those in the auditorium to his presence. He looked at the assembled group and nodded, making mental notes of their strengths and weaknesses. He tapped a few buttons on the holoprojector and stared at the image of various large asteroids and other planetoids that drifted on the screen.
“Dees is Suni’s Belt. Itsa believed to be dah home of slavuh’s, information wesa collected oncesa distress beacon was activated.”
Kah clicked a button on the terminal again, the projector zooming in on a medium sized asteroid that had a large discoloration on it. A large black blotch stuck out from the brown rock, the holoprojector freezing over it.
“Dissa be dah base, which can only be entered through dah hangar.”
“Guessing flying in the hangar isn’t the way we’re gonna go is it?” said Aaleeshah, her eyes studying the image in front of her.
“Hangar bay doors be locked till a passcode be entered.” replied Kah, his fingers hitting another button and the image changed to a freighter ship that was named Delilah.
“The Delilah is a ship dah slavers have used before. Intel says dis ship has dah passcode and is scheduled to touch down in dah starport in dah coming days. Dah plan is to commandeer dah vessel and sneak into dah compound. From within, wesa gut dem.” Kah pulled out a bone dagger for emphasis, his eyes looking at the other members around him.
The assembled party nodded to the Gungan, who clicked another button and shut the holoprojector off. He clicked a button on a remote and the lights came on, the assembled group standing at attention.
“Yousa have one day to prepare. When ready, meet at dah cantina in Menat Ombo outside dah starport. Dismissed.” said Kah, walking out of the auditorium and down the hall, taking a left and heading towards the training room.