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The Slave Queens New Interest	By : Revelnit Category: +S through Z > Star Wars: The Clone Wars Views: 58619 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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   It was not like the queen was under any illusions about jail. Jail is supposed to be an unpleasant place. She would know. As queen she had sent quite a few people there under the expectation that their stays would be unpleasant. The theory of what her opponents had gone through, (under what passed for the Zyggerian legal system) and the reality of her own imprisonment were two different things. The difference mainly being this whole partly boring, partly terrifying, mess was happening to her!
   Everything had been getting worse since she had arrived on Coruscant in custody. Her jailers knew that she was a high profile prisoner. So in order to keep her secure, they stored her in one of the highest security detention facilities on the planet. The problem was that such a facility usually occupied the time of those prisoners who required high security. Around her, the facility was stocked full of some of the most dangerous criminals the republic could extract from the galaxy.
   Murderers, armed robbers and some less than swift bounty hunters (and a few swift ones too) made up her new neighbors now. They had marked the queen as a target to be bullied, and they did so on occasion. Most wanting to intimidate her into giving up food during mealtimes or whatever meager possessions she had managed to acquire. Dodging their attentions was becoming a full time occupation. Most of the time she was able to use cleverness or her royal bearing managed to stare down this scum, but not this time, not now.
   As she sat in the mess hall, she had a disgusted look on her face. Normally the look was for the tray of slop that they had served to her. This time though, her disgust was caused by the female before her. The fellow prisoner was human by the looks of her. She stood across the table from Queen Miraj. Her face seemed temporarily locked in a sneer as she was taunting the royal.
   “Whats the matter your majesty? Too good to eat with the rest of us?” The other prisoners at the far end of the table took a moment from their serving trays to titter at the situation developing near them. The queen wore a look of mild impatience and stared at the woman with her arms crossed.
   Her tormentor leaned towards her and brought forward a fork. She stabbed the fork into the queens gruel, spun it slightly in order to pick up some food and then raised it to her mouth. After consuming, she slowly removed the fork. “Mmmmmm. See how much fun eating out with others can be your majesty?”
   The queen was about to give the prisoner a piece of her mind, when something across the cafeteria caught her eye. Leaning slightly to the left, Queen Miraj managed to look around her overbearing dinner companion to get a better look at a situation developing a few dozen meters away. She could sense the beginning of a disagreement between two rather odd opponents.
   One appeared to be some sort of midget. A closer look at the individual revealed that he was in fact a young, pubescent, human. It may have been the queens eyes fooling with her but she couldn't help but notice that the poor boy, either through bad luck or bad genetics looked like a younger version of the clone troopers that guarded this detention facility. Idly she wondered what the youngster had done to get into a place like this. Then she supposed that someone could ask the same question about her as well. He seemed from his body language and the tone of his voice, to be quite cross with the large man in front of him.
   Taking in the appearance of the large man quickly allowed the queen to identify him. His wildly tattooed face, bald head and blocky features meant that he had to be one Rako Hardeen. From what the queen had heard, the bounty hunter had managed to kill Anakin Skywalkers beloved mentor Obi-wan Kenobi. It was for that reason that Queen Miraj had made a mental note to be especially nice to the man the first time they met.
   Regardless of how the queen thought that Hardeen should be welcomed it would seem that the boy thought differently. Though Queen Miraj couldn't tell exactly what it was that was being said, it was obvious that their argument was boiling over. After a particularly heated exchange between the two, the queen noticed that the boy had looked behind him, received a nod from a blue skinned humanoid several tables over, then looked back at Hardeen. This interaction, which the queen was sure was missed by virtually everyone in the cafeteria, was followed by the boy tackling Hardeen.
   After some wrestling around and the throwing of punches at each other, Hardeen seemed to come out on top. With Hardeen wrenching the boys arm up behind his back, everything seemed to be over except the obligatory laughter at the loser. Two clone troopers with glowing shock rods approached the two from behind in an attempt to break things up. Before they could do anything a large, reptilian, Trandoshan ambushed them from behind. Then he attacked Hardeen, by throwing him down the length of a nearby table.
   Pretty soon all hell had started breaking loose. The Clones that tried to seize the lizard creature were themselves ambushed by other prisoners. Soon all of the prisoners were on their feet and the cafeteria became a scene of combat as prisoner wrestled with clone and clones fired blue stun bolts from the catwalks above. A side door opened with more clones entering the fray. They were soon overrun by escaping prisoners, who couldn't resist the temptation of an opened door.
   The queen watched as the blue prisoner and a friend of his were amongst the first to run out the open door. It was then that the queen was certain that they were the organizing principle behind this riot. They were obviously using it as cover to escape.
   What she had deduced was priceless information. If they had arranged all this they, unlike most of the prisoners falling in battle around her, might know how to get out. She stood to run after them but failed to take into account the tenacity of her dinner partner.
   The larger human woman grabbed the queen by the wrist as she rose from her bench. “Where you going babe?”
   The queen grimaced in anger at the bully. “You fool, there’s a chance to escape! Don't you want to try to make a break for it?”
   “Sweetheart, those fools aren't going anywhere. Half of them will probably die in the next few minutes. Those clones have short tempers. Besides I only have a month and a half left on my sentence. Why would I risk everything to break out now?” The woman enjoyed the look of desperation on the royals face as she struggled to break free from the hold but couldn't do it. “Ya see, my problem is to wonder what to do with your pretty little ass now that this riots given us some...alone time.”
   The criminal pinched the queens chin between her thumb and forefinger and forced her to look up at the woman. “Relax doll, I get the impression you head in my direction anyway...”
   Before the woman could continue another shorter humanoid female prisoner, this time with blue skin, interrupted their conversation. “Hey Zula, do me favor, let the queenie here go, OK?”
   A look of surprise registered on the face of the human woman. The queen had to admit to surprise herself. She had never before met the blue skinned female before. For a moment her tormentor took her attention off the queen, furrowing her brow at the unexpected arrival. “Nessi, what do you care what I do to this this fresh fish here? Get your ass gone, before I give you a piece of what I'm gonna dole out to miss high and mighty here.”
   Zula then turned back to the queen, she put both her hands on the royals shoulders pushed her up against the end of the table. The cat woman couldn't get any further back so the human pushed the royals upper torso so that she was bending backward at the waist over the table. As the queen leaned back the human leaned forward, a predatory smile creeping over her features.
   Once again 'Nessi' leaned in close to the two, this time speaking a quick clipped tone. “Aw, Zules you never did have much impulse control.” Then Queen Miraj heard the quiet 'thump' of a short, sharp impact on the humans mid torso. From her point of view it appeared that the girl had given the human a friendly back slap or at most a playful punch in the midsection.
   Zula let out a grunt and turned on the annoyance in her midst with a look of genuine anger. “Alright Nessi you want some of this? Well then lets...” The human had stopped in mid-sentence as if she had realized something. Her brow furrowed in confusion and both of her hands closed in on the area just below her right ribcage. When they withdrew, both were covered with blood. Her face had a look of slowly dawning horror on it, as her legs wobbled.
   Nessi sidestepped around the gravely injured Zula, in order to snag hold of the queens arm. “Come with me if you want to get out of here.” The queen made the quick decision to follow the girl to see where this would lead. Nessi turned to the human before leaving. Zula was beginning to wilt like a flower denied light in a time lapse hologram. “Sorry Zules, but times a factor. Plus, you have no idea how much they're paying me for this.” She ruffled the crumpling Zula's hair almost playfully as she passed by her while leading the Zyggerian out the door.
   At first the hallways outside the cafeteria seemed clear, which the queen supposed was OK. Off in the distance, she could hear the high pitched growls of rifles set to stun, firing at those that had gone before them. “This way.” Nessi pointed off to their left and away they both ran.
   The queen thought it was odd that in spite of several turns left and right Nessi never seemed to pause or hesitate, while navigating her way through halls that were normally inaccessible to prisoners. At several points the two hid from republic troops, whom they heard pounding past them, on their way to the cafeteria. During one time when she waited for the clones to pass, the queen heard one of their radios pass down orders to switch rifle settings from stun to kill. The two women locked eyes, communicating mutual realization that the stakes had changed quite drastically.
   After turning to the left one last time, they arrived in a short, dead end, corridor. Hurrying up to a door near the end, Nessi pushed the open button. Inside was a storage room of some kind. The several shelves contained what seemed to be medical supplies. Leaning up against one of these shelves was a republic medical officer, or that’s what his uniform indicated anyway. Next to him was a levitating gurney, with what seemed like a dead or unconscious trooper laying atop it. She hoped that meeting this person was part of the plan. He could raise the alarm if he wasn't.
   Fortunately, he was part of the plan. “Greetings, your majesty. I've come to help you leave this place.” His voice was remarkably calm and even. In spite of the alarm sirens going off throughout the facility, his face didn't seem to have a trace of worry upon it.
   Events were going too fast for the queen though. “Who are you? Who sent you? Why would anyone want to go to these lengths to free me?”
   Letting out a sigh, the medical officer scratched his forehead before continuing. “Your majesty, my name isn't really all that important. Not like I was going to tell you anyway. I work for someone who doesn't like their name thrown around either, though you will find out what his name is, after you come with me. If you don't want to, that’s fine with me. Although I hear your chances at your upcoming trial are as near to nonexistent as they come. I would really recommend you take a chance here.” Reaching down he picked up what the queen though was the body of a republic trooper but the ease with which he hefted the 'body' ruled out that possibility. An empty clone trooper uniform then.
   Once the armor-like outfit was passed to the Queen, it became obvious that she was supposed to put it on as some sort of ruse. It appeared to have a blackened mark to the right of the chest area. Perhaps to simulate a wound? She looked up at the unknown man who failed to understand why she was hesitating. She then rose an eyebrow at him to get him thinking. For a moment he stared dumbly at the royal.
   “Oh, yes, well I would like to give you some privacy your majesty however I can't leave this room, I might be seen and pressed into service somewhere as a medical technician. Would crimp our style quite badly. I can turn around though.” He did what he promised and turned his back.
   The young woman with the blue skin excused herself and left. She mentioned hoping to get back before being spotted by a trooper and shot as an escapee. At the door she carefully inspected the hallway before turning back to the queen. “Good luck honey, you're gonna need it.” Before she could tell the girl her name wasn't 'honey' the woman was gone.
   The Queen thought her whip thin frame would leave the armor hanging unconvincingly off her body. It would seem that her rescuers had thought of everything. There was padding inside the armor that made the suit fit her feminine curves, like a glove. The hard part was tucking her large non-human ears inside the troopers bonnet (ouch) Once she was done the 'medical officer' gestured for her to lay down on the gurney. Once in the prone position, her co-conspirator covered her with a blanket.
   “Remember, let me do all the talking. You're unconscious, got it?”
   The queen nodded and soon they were in the hallway. She could not take in much through the troopers restrictive head wear. She could just see the ceiling passing by at a fairly quick pace. After a while, the clatter of clone trooper boot steps passed them as they progressed further and further down the hallways.
   Checkpoints throughout the facility were by passed easily enough. Once her escort brought his charge up to any guards they were both usually waved past security. In one instance the man did not even have to show his I.D. The queen for her part stayed quiet.
   After several tension filled minutes of navigating the hallways, she noticed a distinct change. There was a group of clone troopers conversing urgently. She could hear the voice of her partner too, though she couldn't make out what they were saying. She could feel herself being moved, one last time, into a smaller, enclosed area. Then she heard doors slamming near her feet.
   She suddenly heard a siren whining above her head, as she simultaneously felt a sense of motion. She was very close to sitting up and asking what was going on when she heard the voice of the officer again. His voice much clearer in what sounded like an enclosed space.
   “So, how far away is the medical center?” He asked with a certain casualness.
   A clone troopers voice responded from close by. “Don't worry sir. Nearest medical facility is just a couple of minutes away. We don't let our wounded brothers down. He'll be fine.”
   “Oh, well, that’s wonderful to hear. That means I have plenty of time to do this...”
   A blaster shot sounded, thanks to the enclosed space she inhabited it seemed to come from all around the queen. Not the heavy sound of a troopers rifle. To the queens ears, it sounded more like a pistol. She finally sat up and looked around her environs.
   She realized that the suspicions that she had been harboring, about where she was were correct. She looked around and confirmed she was in an ambulance, headed away from the prison. All around the thousands of vehicles flying through the skies of Coruscant made for an impressive sight. Looking behind her, she could see the control area of the ambulance.
   There was a clone trooper slumped over the controls. Next to him was her medical officer. He was leaning in from the passenger seat, with one hand on the steering controls and one hand reaching for the pilots side door. In a second, the clam shell door opened and after a mighty push by the officer the clone fell out of the vehicle. Most likely miles from the surface of Coruscant below. If he wasn't dead from the blaster shot, he was now.
   The officer slid over to the controls and took charge. “You can drop the act your majesty...” He looked back, to see that the queen was already sitting up. “...oh, alright. You're ahead of me.”
   He reached down to the floor of the vehicle and retrieved a satchel. “Here, you can change out of that thing now.” He handed the queen the bundle.
   Opening it, the queen found clothing. In spite of herself, her mouth dropped momentarily in surprise when she found her crown. At first, she thought it a patronizing fake but as she looked it over she became sure that it was the crown her mother had first put on her head, all those years ago. Instead of her normal dress, the clothing she was being given was a pair of dark blue pants, along with a shirt of the similar but lighter color. She was about to ask if they were in her size but she wisely chose not to. This escape was planned down to the smallest detail. She was confident that they would fit her like a glove and after trying them on she was proved right. A pair of dark red, high heeled boots were a welcome respite from what she was wearing now.
   After changing, the queen climbed across to the front seat of the ambulance. They had entered a region of Coruscant quite different from what the queen expected to see. This area seemed a blighted, almost abandoned, area of a planet most famous for using all of it's surface area as cityscape. In some places factory smokestacks belched dark smoke into the air. The area had a rusted and had used up feel about it that filled the queen with newer tensions.
   It was in this blighted, isolated area that her rescuer set the ambulance down. He did not power down the vehicle though.
   He instead he turned to the queen, his bearing all business. “Now, your majesty I should warn you of something. The individual that you're about to speak to has precisely zero tolerance for disrespect. I thought I should mention it because I know you have years of treating everyone around you like a subject. Well he's going to treat you like a subject in there and if you have as much brains and experience at diplomacy as I hear you have, you'll let him. Your majesty, you have disappeared once today. The man you will meet in there made it happen. He can make you disappear a second time far easier. Keep that in mind.” He opened his door and stepped out, followed by the queen stepping out on her side.
   They both walked over to a speeder, parked a few dozen feet away. There the officer changed out of his republic uniform. Soon he was wearing a nondescript business mans style suit, over a pair of holsters each worn under an arm.
   With that taken care of, he took a small polished metal sphere, no bigger than his fist, over to the ambulance. He leaned into the ambulance and pushed the control panels buttons for a moment. When he was satisfied with his alterations, he casually threw the sphere into the ambulance, then slammed the door shut. The ambulance, of it's own accord, rose about ninety feet in the air, then launched itself forward. It disappeared behind a few nearby buildings it just happened to be aiming at.
   Soon he was rejoined by the royal. “It'll probably go a few dozen miles, zig zag a few times before that thermal detonator goes off. I just hope security is pulling it over right when it goes off.” The cold smile he emitted following that statement, gave even the queen a chill.
   They walked over to the nearest building. It appeared to be some kind of warehouse, though long abandoned. Considering the long history of Coruscant it might have been that way for centuries.
   Though abandoned, it wasn't completely unoccupied. Following their entry into the building, the queen and her escort approached a small patch of light projected onto the floor. What appeared to be a large, six legged, rat reared back on it's hind four legs and gave what sounded part cough, part belch at her before scuttling off. Disgusting thought the queen to herself. It was there in the pool of light they waited with nothing but the surrounding darkness to keep them both company.
   After several minutes had passed Queen Miraj was about to complain when she heard the clicking. It was at ground level, a quiet clicking, that grew louder as the seconds passed. Soon the clicking noise was close and the queen could locate the direction it was coming from.
   Into the light stepped a roughly three foot wide, black, metallic disc, propelled along by four crab-like feet that appeared responsible for the clicking noise. After coming into the light the curious mechanical device stopped and straightened itself so that it's flat top was even and steady.
   Next a pillar of light sprang into existence over the disk. Projecting upwards just under six feet, at first the hologram was staticky and indistinct. Within a second it resolved into into the form of a mid-sized individual wearing a dark, oversize cloak. A beak-like lower face protruded from the shadows cast by the cloaks hood. Nothing else of the individual was visible to the queen. Whoever this individual was, they had taken great lengths to remain anonymous.
   The figure looked down upon the queen, the tone of his voice indicated a smile but the queen never saw one. “Ah, we have been joined by our esteemed royal company.” The queen couldn't tell whether that was sarcasm or just a patronizing tone. If she had her choice she would have chosen a bit of both. She could hardy believe how so modest a body could produce so deep a voice.
   The figure turned to the gun toting man next to her. “Leave us.”
   “Yes, Lord Sidious.” The man gave a sideways look at the queen as he turned around. He paused the briefest of moments to whisper. “Remember what I told you. It could save your life.” Then he walked out the same way they had both come in.
   The man (human?) returned his gaze to her, or at least redirected his face in the direction of the queen. “Queen Miraj Scintel, late of the Zyggerian empire. In the last several weeks you have fallen almost as far as it is possible to fall. I do believe that you could use a boost, to your flagging fortunes. That is why I have summoned you here today. How would you like to return to the throne of Zyggeria?”
   The queen stood shocked at the simple question. “How could you possibly arrange that? While I can assure you of my long lasting gratitude for having freed me from that sewer hole, I am afraid a successful prison escape does not magically cleanse me of my liabilities. I am outcast amongst the confederacy and an escaped prisoner in the republic. The skills necessary to arrange an escape and the geopolitical muscle necessary to acquire thrones are two vastly different things. I find it difficult to believe that you can just snap your fingers...” Her fingers did just that to emphasize her point. “...and make systems move to your will.”
   The conversation came to complete halt for several seconds until the dark hooded figure spoke again. “Queen Miraj, you would not believe the extent of my power, even if I were to describe it to you in detail.” The circular platform approached several steps until the holographic figure was towering over the queen. The next words came slowly, deliberately and again in that abyssal bass rumble. “Further, I am sure that if I told you what would happen to you, should you should you ever again question my power. You would not believe that as well.”
   That produced another pronounced pause in the conversation before the hologram continued. “I can get you what I promise your majesty. Whether it be money, or power, or even people. Should that be your wish.” The queen found that last to be very interesting. What did this 'Sidious' know? “However, before we begin, I must know. Have I your hands? Have I your voice? Will you move as I say? When I say? Will you do anything I ask, at any time?”
   It was easy for the queen to understand the dark figures meaning. What he offered was tempting and her options were limited. Plus, she had a promise to keep that she had made to a young woman a few weeks ago. She would hate to disappoint her. It was true that she didn't know the motives of this 'Lord Sidious' but she also knew that if she refused him now, she doubted that such an opportunity would arise again. All she had to do, to seize this opportunity, was become, for the first time in her life, someone elses servant.
   What she would say next came with great difficulty but it came fast enough to satisfy the hooded figure. “Yes...my lord. I shall serve.”
   The holographic figure straightened. This time a smile did appear on the creatures face. Looking at it made Miraj feel unclean. “Good.” He said the one word in a unique rolling way that the queen would never forget. The hologram faded from sight
   The crab legged machine that supported the hologram curtsied and dispensed a data pad from it's underside. It took several steps back inviting the queen to take the item. Once she picked it up, the machine scuttled off into the darkness before the queen could think to ask what to do next.
   Picking it up, she saw there was a map already active on it's surface. There was a point on the map. It connected to a line, that led to another point. Quickly, she realized the center point was her and the other point was where this 'Sidious' person intended her to go.
   The other point was not far away. In fact it was just outside. When she exited the building, there was a speeder waiting for her. A sport model it seemed. It's sleek look and flashy color indicated a new one as well. Without hesitation, the queen slid into the open cockpit, right into the drivers seat. As soon as she got in, the map next to her drew a new line for her. This one led to another point, this one being miles away. She shrugged and tuned over the hover vehicles engine with a quick motioning of her hand.
   Soon she was airborne and with some curiosity, opened one of speeders storage containers.
   In the container were several things. These included a respectable pile of republic credits and one thing that caught her eye. A pair of fashionable sunglasses folded open, after looking them over she put them on. Just as she had suspected, they fit the Zyggerian's cranium perfectly.
   She piloted the speeder with a new confidence and a refreshed morale, her sizable ears flapped wildly in the wind as she drove. With a smile on her face she imagined the possibilities of making the jedi girl her obedient and grateful slave again. She imagined outmaneuvering this Sidious character. Imagined even the possibility of changing his expectations as to who would be serving who.
   The future opened up before her as she tapped the accelerator of the speeder again, this time she did it just so that she could hear the engines almost feline roar.
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