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Defiance's Price	By : Jade_Max Category: +S through Z > Star Wars: The Clone Wars Views: 31866 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 2
Ahsoka felt more than heard the soft magnetic whir of the lock engaging as Hondo disappeared, the silence returning to the room with a rush of shocked relief.
He was gone.
Her eyes closed as she hugged her arms tight about her legs, unseeing eyes staring across the room as she unconsciously rocked back and forth, trying to find comfort in her own touch that her abused and broken body couldn’t give. Trying to find some semblance of understanding for what had just happened and why.
He said it wasn’t personal. The mantra was like a disbelieving litany that refused to be silent, Hondo’s words having contrasted deeply to conflict with her view on things.
What had just occurred had been deeply personal no matter what the pirate had said.
Not personal. A hysterical laugh bubbled up in her throat and she choked it back without thinking. Laughter was inappropriate, even the kind that would be mad and have a slightly frantic tone of disbelief.
But, as much as Ahsoka wanted to disbelieve, the put this behind her as a twisted and terrifying dream, the evidence of her senses wouldn’t allow it.
Everything below her neck hurt.
Her shoulders ached where they’d been pushed and pulled and then jarred to take her weight. The muscles of her back and chest protested the position after having been wrenched into such uncomfortable positions. A knot had formed in her chest that felt like a leaden weight, making the muscles tight and knotted, pulling this way and that in such a fashion that she could feel it clear from chest to hip.
Nothing, however, compared to the burning sensation between her legs, overshadowed only by the semi-numbness that was her lower body.
Some Jedi, she chastised herself harshly, focusing on the fact that she’d lost to Hondo, just not what or how or why, Master will be so ashamed of me. I don’t deserve the title of Jedi. I don’t… I should have fought him harder; I should have… have… her mind blanked for a moment as she sagged against the wall, trying to remember what had begun this dark turn and the images of the younglings popped into her mind. I should have given him the crystals.
Whatever she should have done didn’t change the reality of the nightmare that had become her life but, despite the abuse Hondo had subjected her to, she couldn’t be sorry the younglings had escaped. Better me than them. I can handle whatever they throw at me, right? I mean, the younglings are just kids… just…
The thought, where it once would have been full of cocky assurance, was little more than bravado as she tried to convince herself that things could have been a lot worse. Worse. The word echoed in her head almost hysterically.
Worse how?
Hondo had raped her to ensure he could honestly tell a potential client than she had known a man’s body. Implying, she shuddered, that the abuse had only begun with the eventual outcome being her return to slavery in the sexual service of a very particular client.
Laughter bubbled up within her, the absurdity of the thought enough to make her want to laugh even as she covered her face with both hands and rubbed, the hysterical sound stifled before it could gain voice. She wasn’t sure if she’d laugh or cry and didn’t dare risk it.
Once she started, she didn’t know if she could stop.
Or if she’d be sick
“If you must be sick, my dear, do so in the fresher, hm?”
Hondo’s advice on the matter echoed clearly in her mind and her head snapped up, her eyes darting back and forth as her whole body clenched with fear and denial, certain he was back in the room. Her body was already protesting the thought of another ‘lesson’, her mind recoiling from the violence and depravity that would focus on her person.
But the room was quiet, empty, aside from her.
Slowly, as she took in the empty room, her muscles relaxed and she inhaled deeply, trying to calm her nerves. The scent that struck her made her recoil and the sudden, overwhelming need to be clean, to scrub the feel of Hondo’s touch from her skin, from her core, was overwhelming.
She needed to find a ‘fresher.
“If you must be sick, my dear, do so in the fresher, hm?”
A ‘fresher.
The contents of Hondo’s last comment suddenly registered. A ‘fresher – which meant a shower.
Pushing herself painfully to her feet, she held onto the wall as she regained her balance, wincing with her first step as the torn flesh between her thighs protested. Using the wall to maintain her balance, she inched her way forward one painful step at a time.
It took far longer than it should have to make her way across the room, gritting her teeth with every step as her fingernails dug into the wall. Determined, now that she realized the opportunity before her, Ahsoka forced herself to concentrate on that goal and nothing else.
Opening the door upon reaching it, she palmed the lights to find another opulent space. The ‘fresher was standard size for a luxury suit, like the one she’d been given when she’d first met Mina Bonteri, and held an upright shower in one corner that appeared to run with real water.
It was all she needed to see.
Stepping in and using the morning refreshing station’s counter for balance, she turned and closed the door behind her. Her eyes fell on a blessedly welcome, and totally unexpected, metal hinge about a third of the way up the portal.
It had a lock.
A pitiful excuse for one, but a lock all the same and she threw it immediately, locking herself into the room with the first sense of true security she’d felt since waking to find herself in Hondo’s room and his prisoner.
It wouldn’t likely stop him, or anyone else who wanted to get to her, but without it, Ahsoka wasn’t certain if she’d have been able, despite her need to be clean, to find the strength and conviction to strip. She had been assaulted and brutally violated by the pirate, but he’d left her clothes mostly intact; an unexpected dignity.
Her skin crawled with the thought, as her mind shied away from the reality of her situation and what had just occurred even as she practically tore her clothing off, the need to be rid of them sudden and overwhelming. Shucking the leggings with indecent haste and pushing them into the corner, her fingers tore at the fabric to undo her dress and whipped over her head with a muffled cry.
The nip of metal cutting into her neck went unnoticed with the bruised flesh of her breasts protesting the sudden release. Her dress followed the leggings, falling in a heap on the floor near the edge of the shower’s low lip.
Naked and sagging against the counter, she stared at her toes, taking a visual inspection of her body without really intending to. Bruises were already forming and appearing on her knees, her thighs were spattered with her own blood and mingled with a dark residue that had to be from-
She cringed.
Don’t think about it.
The instruction snapped unbidden into her mind and she deliberately lifted her head, a shudder racking through her body and she stumbled towards the shower. Trembling hands twisted the knobs that started the hot spray and she slipped into the shower, the stinging needles harsh on her flesh but in a welcome fashion.
Standing on trembling legs, she slid under the torrential downpour, poured some of the antibacterial wash into her hands from a wall dispenser and began to scrub.
Her thighs received the first attention, well lathered suds sliding down her muscles and taking the blood and residue with it. She washed the area thoroughly, drawing blood when she scratched at a particularly sticky and messy stain high on the inside of her left leg, determined to get it off.
Soap and more soap, followed as she thoroughly bathed her thighs before moving to her stomach and posterior. They received the same meticulously frantic bathing, the tender, bruised flesh of her hips and knees bearing Hondo’s fingerprints. She could already see the dark circles forming on her skin and rubbed them savagely, trying to rub them away.
Her whole body, save the one true area where Hondo had penetrated, was clean before she dared. There was a throbbing feeling within her core, low in her stomach, like the tissues of a wound that hadn’t yet had the chance to knit closed. It was the only analogy she had, but it was apt.
With painstaking care, Ahsoka reached once more between her legs, her fingers lathered with cleansing foam and she had to bite her lip to prevent a scream as she touched herself for the first time.
Tender and swollen, the abused tissues of her vaginal opening had ragged edges her previous solo explorations had never revealed. Carefully, gently, she washed herself, using her fingers to seek out and remove any and all evidence she could feel of Hondo’s possession. She couldn’t, though she knew she should try, bring herself to slide her fingers inside; the prospect was too painful - just the tip of one finger made her cringe and want to scream. The penetration was too reminiscent of the attack and she quickly pulled her hands away.
Not clean enough by half, but exhausted and still in shock, her knees wobbled, threatening to give way as she finished her task.
Stepping back, she leaned against the wall for support and slid downwards, not bothering to change the angle of the shower’s head, letting the water wash over her in all its scalding force, a welcome difference from the core of ice that seemed to have settled somewhere in the center of her chest.
Her head lolled to the side, her eyes falling on her clothing outside the shower, more particularly on the glint of gold that the shower spray and diffused light of the room brought to her attention.
Gold.
She reached from the shower, her thumb and forefingers closing about the fine band which she, in her haste to enter the shower, had broken. Slowly, ever so slowly as if she were in a waking nightmare, she pulled it free from the pile of her clothing. Lifting it, her eyes never leaving the sparkle of the clasp, she pulled it into the shower and laid it across her other palm.
The short, broken choker chain of finely wrought links which had once appeared as a solid band held by a diamond shaped clasp in pure gold, lay glinting in her hand.
A diamond.
The emblem of Torrent Company.
Rex.
Her throat closed as she thought of her dearest friend, her fingers tightening around the metal clasp, enfolding it within her hand, with enough force to slice into her flesh. She didn’t notice, her gaze no longer seeing the inside of the shower or even Hondo’s room.
She was seeing Rex, nervous and uncertain, presenting her with this token of the company’s esteem; presenting her with membership to the highly decorated company. Rex, surrounded by the men who’d come to be like family, all there to support him and welcome her, offer her acceptance.
An acceptance that now felt as alien as the violation that had stolen her innocence.
A whole body shake wracked her uncontrollably and she curled inwards under the spray, wrapping her arms tightly about herself, the token still locked in her fist, an anchor to the life before; a reminder of her most trusted companion.
A friend.
A man who always listened, no matter how mundane the thought, and who had accepted her completely. Laughed with her; held her; been there for her whenever she needed him.
A mentor.
The soldier and Captain anyone would be proud to serve with, more concerned for his men than with his own safety, he’d passed those qualities to her. As a result, she was deeply enmeshed within the Clone Trooper Corps and valued them as individuals and not carbon copies of the same man. In teaching her about the men, he’d taught her about herself and the kind of Jedi she wanted to be.
A protector.
When she’d been a young Jedi, he’d offered support and wisdom, watching her back and dragging her out of scrapes her cockiness had gotten her into. He’d been there to deflect her Master’s criticism, to share in the blame and to help her recover from the pitfalls that had inevitably drawn her Master’s ire. His presence has been enough to build her confidence and give her the strength to try again, even in the face of failure.
But he wasn’t there now.
He hadn’t come for her; hadn’t rushed to her rescue. He’d sworn to always be there when she needed him and, when she’d needed him most, needed him desperately; he hadn’t even been in the same star system.
He’d failed her.
“Rex.”
His name whispered brokenly past her lips as the first tears slipped down her cheeks to be lost in the shower’s mists, shifting her position and curling up on her side as she placed her head on the ground. The pendant was clutched in the bloodless fingers of both hands, like a talisman, to her chest as blood oozed from the injuries to her palms. She didn’t notice; compared to the rest of her body, the pain in her hand was erroneous and non-existent. Drawing her knees up as far as she could without making the pain worse, she clung to the one reality that manifested in her grip and was suddenly glaringly obvious.
“Rex… why didn’t you save me?”
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“And you are certain it’s the female that was in the palace three months ago, Hondo?” The avaricious gleam in the holo’s eyes was unmistakable and boded well for Hondo’s pitch. “The Jedi Togrutan female?”
“There are not so many Togrutan Padawans of her reputation and in my acquaintance that I would be likely to mistake them, my friend,” the reply was good natured. “I have consulted your description of her. She is most assuredly my guest,” Hondo looked down to his hands, rubbing his thumb against the small half moon of dried blood on one index finger, covertly watching his contact. “A very feisty and displeased guest, yes; but guest all the same.”
“She is on your ship?”
“Right at this very moment.” The assurance was easy and, in this case, true.
“Providing you have her, name your price.”
Hondo tsked. “I never bargain over holo channels, my good Atai, it can be so misconstrued. It would be a shame to have an important piece of contractually obligated information overlooked, or perhaps added by a careful slice, yes?”
Atai Molec, the Zygerrian Governor who’d been appointed control of the Empire after Queen Miraj’s untimely death at the hands of the Jedi - or so the story went - smiled. “If you have her, I will meet you.”
Unwelcome news if Hondo had ever heard any, but he smiled all the same. Whenever possible, he did try to avoid having his clients on his ship at the same time as the cargo he was moving. It was just better for business. “Have you so much free time as Governor to meet the delivery of such cargo? We are already enroute to Zygerria and will be there by the end of the week.”
“Too long,” countered the Zygerrian with a dark look. “If you have her, I want her. Now.”
“Ah! To be a spice wealthy man with so much free time.” Hondo shook his head good naturedly, knowing by the look on Atai’s face he wouldn’t win this round. There was history here he didn’t comprehend, and didn’t care to, even though he could use it to his advantage. Taking the Padawan and selling her had been a good idea at the time; now it was not only paying off, but would do so more handsomely than he’d ever hoped. Just what would he do with all his free time? “A dream worth dreaming!”
“Is that your price?”
“Tsk tsk, Governor; as you will be joining me as an honored guest, I wouldn’t dream of negotiating before you have had a chance to inspect your purchase.” Hondo’s amicable smile grew just a fraction. “She is most striking; you have excellent taste.”
“I am sure her looks are not all that is striking,” Atai Molec countered, anticipation written in every line of his body. “You have met my stipulations? She is ready for me?”
“By the time you arrive, she will be.” The promise was made with a touch of distaste; sometimes his job had… unpleasant aspects.
“Good; I would hate to break or damage the little skug irreparably her first day in my possession. I trust she is mostly intact?”
“Mostly,” Hondo agreed, adding a quantifier he knew would allow him to set whatever price he wanted without argument. “She will not take to being a slave very well.”
“Excellent.” There was nothing nice in the Governor’s expression; it was all predatory anticipation. “Send me rendezvous coordinate Hondo; I would have my prize as swiftly as possible.”
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Ahsoka lifted her head as a sound outside the ‘fresher reached her, the sensitive nature of her montrals picking up a vibration through the floor where her head had been pressed. Water still beat down on her though she couldn’t recall how much time had passed.
With her Force senses still blinded, she was relying on more mundane sources and the echo of the footsteps made her recoil. Something inside of her knew those footsteps and fear skated down her spine.
There is no emotion, there is peace.
The line of the Jedi code popped into her thoughts but, unlike times before where she’d drawn strength from it in the face of her fears, this time they echoed hollowly. She couldn’t touch the Force, the very source of the powers which made a Jedi who and what they were; the very source of the calm that helped one be at peace.
Without it, the words were just that; words.
“Ahsoka?” the voice of the man who’d abused her came through the door. It rattled as he tested the lock and was unable to open it. “Come now, my dear, is it not rude for guests to avoid their hosts? Not to mention using all their bathing water as well?”
The rudeness comment had no impact, but the second half of his question broke through the miasma in her mind with startling clarity.
She’d used all the bathing water?
That meant no water. No water meant no more showers and no showers meant that, if the abuse continued as Hondo had promised, she couldn’t get clean. She stayed where she was, undecided for a moment before Hondo rattled the door again.
“Do not make me break the door, young one. Come now. It is time to get out.”
There was no threat in his tone, more of the jovial ‘friend’ he’d always portrayed when dealing with her in the past, but Ahsoka wasn’t fooled. Hondo hadn’t become threatening even when he’d assaulted her; he’d simply done as he felt was needed without and left.
Her body convulsed on the thought, her muscles clenching enough to make her gasp as the organs within her lower body seemed to recoil and, impossibly, withdraw further into the main cavity of her body. As if anticipating further abuse and retreating before engagement to avoid further injury.
Straightening under the water, she uncurled protesting muscles and shifted to a sitting position, looking at the door warily. Would he come in after her? She swallowed hard; after his brutal attack earlier, she wouldn’t put anything past him. She couldn’t afford to underestimate his desire for wealth.
“Ahsoka.”
Reaching over, she shut off the taps, shivering in the room despite the cloud of steam that billowed about, making it difficult to see. One hand still clenched around the choker, she carefully pulled herself to her feet and stepped from the shower.
It didn’t hurt anywhere near as much as it had when she’d entered. The water had done its work, allowing her to regain control of her body, however long she’d been lying down doing much to ease the sting on her insides.
Belatedly realizing that there were no towels and the only items of clothing were her torn and soiled garments, ones she would rather have burned then resume wearing, she hesitated. She had to wear something, had to give the appearance of being strong; she couldn’t let what he’d done to her break her, right?
Squaring her shoulders, she suppressed a shudder of revulsion as she collected her battle dress and leggings. Taking a moment to brace herself, she controlled her breathing with a meditation exercise she’d once so despised, laid them out on the counter.
Staring at them for a long moment, her gaze went to the door and, without further hesitation, she began to dress.
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Hondo had returned to his quarters expecting to find the young Jedi sleeping off the rigors of his possession and instead had found the door to his ‘fresher locked - how quaint - with no sign of the girl. She couldn’t have been anywhere else, so he’d made his presence known.
What he knew of Togruta, it had likely been unnecessary, but it was the polite thing to do! ?He stayed near the door until he heard the water shut off before moving back into the room. Settling himself in the only chair, he turned it around to place the back to the desk to be able to watch the door, and pulled a datapad from his pocket.
Waiting for the young woman who was about to earn him enough credits to retire on several times over, Hondo refined the agreement that would see her taken off his hands and bring him more spice than he could safely use.
His thoughts wandered as he idly examined the agreement. Atai had been as eager as he’d expected to get his hands on the little Jedi. Whatever their history, Hondo suspected the Zygerrian’s love/hate of the Jedi hadn’t started with this one. No. The young woman would be-
He frowned, finding an error in the contract’s fee dispensation protocols.
Making a correction to the text, he adjusted the figures, adding another set of numbers to the price draft; his discussion with Atai had revealed more than the other man’s simple desire to own the unusual, but a personal stake within his wish to acquire the Jedi quite badly. Hondo felt confident he could charge the Zygerrian to an indecent, near criminal excess and he would gladly pay the price.
The sound of the bolt being thrown several minutes later drew his head up as the door to the ‘fresher unlocked and opened, revealing the terribly pale, but determined looking, Jedi Padawan. She appeared as she ever had except for the choker at her neck, leaving the dress a deep maroon against the ocher of her skin tone.
For all she was attempting to put on a brave front, he could see what it cost her. It was in her eyes more than anything; the way they were wide, still glazed with traces of shock, but resolute.
“I trust you found the ‘fresher to your liking?”
Her chin tilted upwards, her stance almost defiant, determination written in every line of her posture, all but ruined by the way one hand tugged at the hem of her dress, the other clenched tightly at her side. “It was adequate,” she returned, her voice low but steady.
Ah, good; he hadn’t broken her.
A shame he would eventually have to undo all that hard won composure.
Reaching into one pocket of his jacket, he withdrew a small vial, turning his hand and offering it to her, his palm up. “For you, Jedi.”
Ahsoka made no move to close the distance between them and take it. “The only thing I want from you, Hondo, is my freedom.”
“Alas it is the one thing I cannot grant.”
“You could if you wanted; let me go and I’ll find a way to repay you.”
His brows rose, surprised by the bold offer. Folding the vial back into his hand, he leaned forward in his chair, bracing his elbows on his knees and rolled one wrist to encourage her. “Would you now?”
She nodded, taking a deep breath before she spoke. “I would pay you back, every last credit, in any way - except this.”
Despite the way her breasts heaved with her dress, Hondo deliberately kept his gaze on hers; giving her a semblance of control would render her more amusing - to him. He had no desire to have her completely cowed. “Would you now, my dear. I am intrigued. Come, come, amuse me! Tell me how you would match the asking price; where does a Jedi Padawan keep five hundred thousand tons of unrefined spice, hm?”
His words surprise her, shocked her, and she visibly reeled while obviously trying not to appear so. He leaned back in his chair again, watching as she attempted to process the absurdity of his demand.
“So much… so…. ”
“I would never have asked for such a sum,” he told her congenially, “if it were not for my client - who has wished to acquire you for some time and is willing to let me exploit that desire. Tell me, how do you know Governor Molec?”
“Molec?” Ahsoka shook her head, visibly addled. “I don’t…”
“Atai Molec,” prompted Hondo, his curiosity getting the better of him. “The Zygerrian Gov- Ah, I see you do know him. Excellent!” Deliberately testing the waters, he went on with false nonchalance, watching her carefully. “He is most anxious to be reacquainted with you and…enhance your relationship.”
The reaction to his words was surprising.
Her eyes widened impossibly wider as she took a moment to absorb the statement and his implication. Then her chin tilted upwards as she crossed her arms over her chest, her wide-eyed stare turning into a glare filled with disdain. Her dignity and pride were drawn about her like an invisible cloak, banishing the signs of weaknesses that had crept in while he was gone.
It was almost reassuring to see what the mention of the Zygerrian’s intentions could do. Gone was the frighten woman-child he’d been forced to initiate and back was the confident Jedi Padawan, the only sign of her unease in the bloodless fist of her left hand.
He wondered idly what it cost her.
“Atai Molec is your buyer for me?”
“Why yes, is it not reassuring that you will be going to someone you know?”
“Atai Molec got his kicks out of promising to break me and using that kriffing shock collar every chance he could!”
“Tsk tsk, language my dear. Captive or not, I do insist my guests exhibit some form of manners.”
“Atai is wasting his time,” she didn’t rise to the bait, her words still firm and almost grim. “You sell me to him and he’ll be dead inside a week.”
“If he doesn’t break you in that time.” Twirling the near-forgotten vial in his fingers, Hondo made a decision. “Take this.”
Ahsoka’s hand darted out to catch it as he flicked it at her head unexpectedly. “I don’t-”
“Take it, Ahsoka. It will help with the pain.”
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Ahsoka stared at Hondo for a moment, looking down to the vial and then back to the pirate, flabbergasted by the turn of events. Her eyes narrowed, not trusting the gesture. “Why now?”
He shrugged, pushing to his feet, and Ahsoka took a step back, alarm skating down her spine. “If you had cooperated, the experience would not have been as unpleasant or painful.” His lips spread in a charming smile that would never again have the power to charm her, his eyes gleaming with knowledge she couldn’t understand. “I would have made sure you enjoyed it.”
“Never,” she bit back, “I would never enjoy that.”
“Tsk tsk, never is such a long time for one so young and passionate.” He took a step towards her.
And Ahsoka retreated. She couldn’t help it. Last time she’d not moved away fast enough and her body was still protesting from the not yet healed injuries that had resulted. “Don’t touch me.”
“I simply wish to assist in its application,” there was false note of injury in his words that, once, would have made her hesitate and now only succeeded in making her suspicious. He must have picked up on it, for he lifted one hand and smiled. “I give you my word.”
“You’ll understand if your word doesn’t hold a lot of weight with me right now,” Ahsoka shot back, taking two steps to each of his, resulting in a slow circle around the room; Hondo giving chase as she backed away. “Don’t come near me.”
“Or what, hm? You will make me pay like last time?” he shook his head. “No no, Ahsoka, you misunderstand my intentions.”
“Your intentions?” she spat the words, continuing to move despite the protests in her lower legs. She would fight him if he touched her again, but injured as she was, she had no illusions that it would be a long one. Nor was she under the illusion she’d win. Hondo held all the cards and despite the fear that ate at her with his proximity, she was relieved to know she could still deal with him.
For now.
“I’ve had a taste of your intentions, Hondo. I won’t go to Atai willingly; nor will I submit to his required conditioning!” Feeling a little more like herself with that declaration, she tossed her head defiantly.
He sighed, shaking his head though he did stop where he was. “That is most unfortunate, my dear. I had hoped you would give me the chance to show you this need not be an unpleasant business.”
“I don’t want you; I don’t want this,” she told him clearly, feeling the sharp edges of the diamond pendant digging into her skin, her palm sticky with her own blood. It helped her focus, lent her a strength that Rex’s presence normally did. It had been a gift from the men, the man who’d been by her side for so long, and it helped immeasurably now. “I ask you again to let me go. Let me go before my Master discovers what you’ve done and the price is your life.”
“Ah, Ahsoka. And here I was starting to think you had come to know me so well.”
She shuddered at the implication but somehow managed not to rise to the bait. “I don’t want you dead, Hondo,” it wasn’t exactly a lie, but it wasn’t the truth either. “My sale surely isn’t worth more to you than your own life!”
The chuckle that crossed Hondo’s lips made her body stiffen with the urge to run; it was a sinister sound, one she didn’t trust more than any other laugh she’d yet heard. “Your Master Skywalker will never know of my involvement in this unpleasant business once you are in the good Governor’s possession, my dear. Once you disappear into the system, the Jedi will never find you. I will be a wealthy man and you… you will learn to enjoy your place - or not.”
“I won’t cooperate. Once I leave this room and regain the use of the Force-”
“Once that happens, the choice is yours, of course,” Hondo agreed, cutting her off with a nonchalant shrug. “Once I have my spice and you are off my ship, I care not what happens to you.”
Staring at him, Ahsoka tried to understand how he could flip flop the way he did. She’d honestly begun to believe the pirate was starting to come around until she’d been captured. Looking at him now, she found she couldn’t fathom just where he was coming from or what drove him. He was completely amoral, driven only by his desire for riches and wealth, and everything else seemed to be… incidental.
“Use the bottle,” he turned, striding towards the door, “It will not do to have you limping coming morning.”
Ahsoka stayed where she was, not willing to try and rush the portal as he unlocked it; she hadn’t the strength to fight off Hondo for long, let alone the rest of his crew. “How?”
“You have used Bacta before, yes?”
She nodded hesitantly, her thumb brushing over the unexpected gift.
He rolled his wrist as if that explained it, stepping out of the room, his tone jovial. “Use it liberally, my dear, for tomorrow we must resume your education.”
The door closed on that blatantly ominous note, leaving Ahsoka trapped, just as before, in what had become her own personal hell.
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