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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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Author's Note: First of all I'd like to thank those who gave reviews, those who rated my story and to all readers. Second, I think that it would be a good time (not to mention fair) for me to point out that some sections of dialogue used within this story (especially this chapter such as the queens anti jedi rant at the slave auction house) come straight from the Clone Wars Episode 'Slaves of the Republic'. Credit for these lines goes to the writing staff of clone wars. This is a sort of 'alternate history' version of that episode and there are some points where I realized that there was no particular reason for dialogue to change from one 'reality' to the next.

   Ahsoka was never so glad to slip on the last of her clothes as she was at that moment. The queen had returned them fairly soon after their entry into what appeared from the outside to be a massive stadium-like complex. She hadn't even cared if her changing place was a bathroom or other such appropriate changing area. She simply barged into the first room that looked empty and started throwing on her clothes.
   The journey from the palace had taken over two humiliating hours. It probably would have taken less time if the queen hadn't made so many stops. Ahsoka for one thought the stop at the pet store (where the queen browsed their selection of those odd nearly ovoid birds) was the least necessary.
   A few last adjustments of her freshly returned clothes, and she declared herself ready to return to the queens company. Not that she had a choice, two of the queens guards awaited her outside of her 'changing room' she had appropriated. As she exited she noticed they both had their energy pistols drawn, though not aimed at her. One of the guards was a veteran of her extraction from the changing room back at the palace. From the drawn weapon, Ahsoka surmised he had learned a great deal about her during that merry event. She gave the large helmeted Zygerrian a smile that did not quite reach her eyes. An understanding passed between them and they set off for the queens private viewing area of the slave pens.
   As she walked through the doors to the queens reviewing stand Ahsoka came across a seated Queen Miraj, behind her a large windowless opening facing out to the tremendous auction chamber gave the room the feel of a balcony or box seat. A wide, low backed chair, faced the large open area that contained the auction block itself, several floors below. Next to her, much to her relief she found Anakin Skywalker engaging the queen in conversation. With any luck he had managed to somehow come across more information on the Kirosian slaves than she had.
   As soon as she entered, the queen. who had been leaning on the chairs right armrest looking at Anakin, noticed her arrival. She smiled a knowing smile at Ahsoka then leaned forward and whispered something at Anakin. Anakin showed an expression of mild surprise and discomfiture and appeared to mutter a mild agreement with the queen, then Ahsoka watched as they both giggled, while looking at her. While looking at her!?! Their comradery reminded her of two schoolyard friends. She strode towards the two of them struggling to keep her temper under control.
   With her eyes downcast she greeted Anakin and the queen, one after the other. She greeted 'Lars' first because he was still in theory her master. She wondered how long that would stay the case though with the queen showing the kind of 'interest' she had been showing in Ahsoka recently. Perhaps if she became the queens property she could be closer to information on the Togrutan slaves, the top priority of this mission. Before she would have looked at it as an opportunity, now she wasn't sure how to feel about it. The base way she had been treated left by the Zygerrian queen left Ahsoka confused and resentful towards her. One of the things that they trained at the Jedi academy was that a Knight remained calm, always, the queen had robbed her of that. She was a greater challenge than Ahsoka expected.
   Anakin excused himself from the queen for 'just a moment' to take care of what he called personal matters. He took Ahsoka aside to a corner of the room and leaned in to enable a quiet, more private discussion. “So how you doin snips? We've been talking and it seems from what the queens said that...”
   “What did she tell you?”
   Anakin was taken aback temporarily, equally as much by the interruption as the short clipped way Ahsoka had asked the question. “Uh, well...”
   “Because, whatever she said I did, I didn't do it.” Ahsoka turned her back on him and crossed her arms over her chest in a 'there that should take care of that' gesture.
   “Ooooookay, actually she just said you were 'engaging and pleasant' company. I was hoping you manged to parley a better relationship with her into some information on the whereabouts of the slaves, but I guess not. Or am I mistaken?”
   Her hands fell from their crossed position down to her sides. The young womans eyes became downcast. “No, master.”
   “Thats unfortunate. Now for more than one reason. Ahsoka I have some bad news. Obi-wans been taken.” Ahsoka spun back to face him, concern having suddenly having suddenly replaced haughtiness on her face. “Turns out he and Rex had managed to come across Governor Roshti on one of their tours of the slave pens. They tried to stage an improvised breakout. Saying it didn't go well is an understatement. Rex says that Obi wan was shot during the escape, that he only just barely managed to escape himself and that returning for Obi-Wan and Roshti was an impossibility.”
   For her part Ahsoka could scarcely believe what it was she was hearing. It couldn't be that after all their travels together, after all the dangers, that the great Obi-Wan Kenobi, great tactical mind of the Jedi order was, dead? Ahsoka's mind was incredulous at the possibility.“No.” The word came out under her breath, a hint of despair tracing it.
   Anakin gently placed his hand on Ahsoka's shoulder.“Look Ahsoka, if there is any Jedi, anyone I know who can survive the tale Rex told me, it's Obi-wan Kenobi. However for now, you know we have a mission to fulfill.”
   Anakin and Ashoka were distracted from the solemn moment by a cheerful rise in the noise of the crowd. An announcers voice started to come through the large auction houses speakers. It was obvious that the auction was beginning.
   Refocusing his attention back on his padawan Anakin's face took on a new seriousness. “Keep your eyes open, especially for the location of those slaves, but I'll take Obi-wans loation as a consolation prize.” Ahosoka nodded her understanding, not just of the plan but of the gravity of the situation.
   Ahsoka opened her mouth to tell him what had been happening between her and the queen but quickly closed it again. Should she tell him? Would knowing that she was being treated the way she had been treated by the queen anger him? Disturb his focus on the mission?
   “What is it, Snips? I know that look. You've got something to say. Let's have it.” She silently scolded herself for being that obvious about it. Still, her master had informed her of his situation, now it was time for her to let him know of her situation. He'd been travelling for years and seen all sorts of things. Surely he would understand.
   “Master, theres something, you should know, something about the attitude the queen has taken, since we showed up. Er, you see the queen, well you see the queen has developed what seems to be a sort of crush...”
   Anakins eyebrows edged up slightly. “A crush?”   “Well, calling it a 'crush' may be even be a little bit of an understatement...”
   Anakin looked thoughtful as he considered this new input. “Is that so? Well, this could turn out to be useful.”
   “Uh, really?” Was it her imagination, or was her master taking this a little too well?
   “If what you're saying is true then we could have an advantage that could get us the information on the slaves.” She supposed that was true. Was he suggesting that she try to seduce the location of the slaves out of the queen? No, she must be misreading him. As it turns out she was.
   Rubbing his chin with his thumb and forefinger, his eyes got a faraway look as if calculating. “I have to admit, I am a bit surprised. I didn't think that I had made all that much of an impression on the queen, in the short time we shared in the throne room.”
   “Oh I don't think you have to worry about having impressed her too much, you see...”
   “Ahsoka, I understand how uncomfortable having to report this has probably made you. How uncomfortable and uncertain these romantic situations leave you. Don't worry about it and leave this whole thing to me. Now pretend that I've been chastizing you.” Backing towards the queens throne he brought up the volume of his voice. Making sure the queen and the guards could hear. “...and make sure that's done right next time girl. I don't want to have to explain it to you again.” Ahsoka opened her mouth, to make one last attempt to correct the HUGE misconception her master was laboring under, when Anakin gestured for her to 'come on' with his hands. Ahsoka sighed in resignation, gave a small chastized bow for anyone watching and followed her master over to the front of the viewing stand to join the queen.
   Looking out over the railing, Ahsoka could see the announcer standing on the auction platform below. He made broad sweeping gestures, emphasized by a staff he held that was nearly as long as he was. From the way he emphasized the 'quality and quantity' of the slaves he had for sale for sale this day, Ahsoka took him for an auctioneer, perhaps even the owner himself. Most of his introduction was designed to get the crowd excited. He only managed to grab Ahsokas attention fully when identifying todays selection by name. “...I give you Togruta, from the Kiros system!”
   Eyes widening she watched as a side door opened and a member of her own race, a Togrutan, stumbled onto the auction floor, obviously having been pushed from behind. She was eventually able to make out that the slave was Governor Roshti himself. His mature face already drawn with the lines of age also had a haunted defeated look on it as he loped to the auction block. Just as when she heard the news of Obi-wan Kenobis diappearance, she couldn't help but mutterer the word 'No' under her breath. The worry behind the single word, like the word itself, lost within the cheers of the crowd.
   The auctioneer kept going on about the attractive qualities of the slaves he had for sale. One fact he had for the gathered crowd, was the substantial number of the beings he had for sale. As soon as the word, 'fifty thousand' passed his lips Anakin saw his chance.
   “So, where do you keep fifty thousand slaves, like the people of Kiros?”” he sounded as casual as if discussing the weather.
   Before the queen could answer, the door to the reviewing stand opened and they were joined by the queens milittary aide. Approaching the queen he began without preamble. “Your Majesty, I have urgent news.” Ahsoka remembered him from the throne room back at the palace. With his arrogant bearing and sneering expression, the Zygerrian gave Ahsoka the creeps even more than the usual slaver. His deep bow morphed into a whispered report given inches away from the queens left ear.
   Casually, Ahsoka maneuvered around the large Zygerrian male to stand next to her master. A compliant slave would give the queen privacy she thought, so, she did.
   After listening to and considering the report, Queen Miraj shooed the man away. Whatever news the aide had imparted it didn't seem to faze the queen much. Instead it seemed to get her thinking. Smoothly returning to the convesation as though she hadn't left, she gave Anakin a mischievous answer to his question. “All will be revealed, in time.”
   Rising to her feet, she approached the railing of her viewing stand, her hands held high to quiet the crowd and focus them on her. “Before we begin the auction, I would welcome a most special guest. Obi-wan Kenobi! Jedi knight” Her hand gestured towards doors on the auction floor which were at that moment opening to let in the very same.
   The dirty and disheveled Jedi warrior limped towards the auction platform, holding up his arm to to block a sun that he apparently hadn't seen in a while. His other arm clutching at his side which was just as apparently wounded. His escort consisted of two armed Zygerrian soldiers and a chorus of catcalls and boos from the audience. The species that were in the audience, Zygerrians, Hutt's, Banking clan types and various Seperatists, had little love for the Jedi.
   The queens visage dominated every screen in the massive auction house. “My friends, my good friends, do not fear the Jedi. They are no differen't from others we have forced into submission. For they have forsaken their ideals to serve a corrupt senate. Every Jedi has become a slave to the Republic. The Jedi order is weak and we will help break it.”
   Turning to Anakin she handed him one of the slavers energy whips. “Teach the Jedi his place.” Taking the whip, Anakin gave the queen a confident smirk then left for the auction floor.
   As the door closed behind him the queen noticed an expression of worry on Ahsokas face. Moving to behind the girl the queen brought her forefinger up and traced a line up one of Ahsoka's biceps. “Whats the matter girl? You're not still irritated about our little walk from the palace are you?” The queen apparently was confusing Ahsoka's concern for her people and Obi-wan with concern for herself. “Perhaps you are nervous about seeing your first lashing? There is no reason for trepidation my dear. You will find that seeing the whip in action can be quite a...fascinating experience.”
   The queens hand came further up Ahsoka's body and began stroking her neck, she also leaned in, to speak the next words softly into Ahsoka's ear. “Perhaps after seeing one you will begin to see things in new ways. If you find youself overcome with emotion, I grant you premission to touch yourself, if you wish.” Ahsoka looked back over her shoulder at the older woman, incredulity written over her face.
   “Don't tell me you've never toyed with your most intimate areas?” The queen, from her gentle chuckling seemed to find the whole thing quite amusing. “Believe me girl, life is better when you are knowledgeable in the arts of self pleasure. I would even allow you to touch youself here and now. Doing so within sight of so large a crowd may sound frightening, but trust me it is amusing.” Queen Mraj's hands slid around Ahsoka's exposed midriff, her right hand, sliding further down the girls stomach very slowly. “If you would like I could show you...”
   Grabbing the queens hand from where she greatly feared it was headed, Ahsoka quickly spun around to face the queen, holding the womans hand in her own. “Maybe, if the mood comes to me suddenly, then we can see where the moment takes us.” The promise didn't seem like a particularly dangerous one to the Jedi. The queen had just sent Anakin down to the Auction floor to torture Obi-wan. Ahsoka was fairly certain he wasn't going to be doing that so it was probable their cover identities didn't have long for this world. She only needed to seem the compliant slave for a few moments longer. She brought the queens hand up and gently kissed it.
   She began to turn back towards the auction pit, however the queen stopped her in mid turn. “This new attitude you are giving to the situation, it pleases me.” The queen reached across Ahsoka to take hold of the girls other shoulder and turn her back around so that she was fully facing her once more. Looking deep into the young girls eyes, she imagined she held the slave spellbound, or was it simply fear? She chose to believe the former. The queen cupped the younger womans chin with her thumb and forefinger and leaned in...
   Their lips met in a kiss inititated by the queen and that Ahsoka was only partly expecting. It was no minor kiss of appreciation. It's depth was only matched by the heat coming from the initiator. As opposed to the last time, this time Ahsoka chose to let the kiss run it's course. Her thought was to simply get through it like an exercise or a chore. However as the kiss wore on Ahsoka found herself more and more absorbed by the curiously soft feel of the queens lips, the dewey moistness of it creating an additional pleasant sensation. On a purely carnal level Ahsoka admitted it was...diverting.
   As they seperated Ahsoka noticed several things with a great geal of clarity.
   Her heart beat faster in her chest than it nomally did. It even beat faster than it did during some lightsabre combat that she had been in.
   There was a small string of saliva connecting her mouth and the queens. The connection only broke as the queen rolled her tongue around her lips and gave a predatory smile.
   A cheer rolled through the assembled auction crowd. Idly wondering what it was, she looked around. Her eye was caught by a bank of monitor screens on the wall behind her. Every single one showed an image of her next to the queen completing their kiss. Were those going out over the public address system? Oh, no.
   From just below her she heard an odd high pitched noise. “OoooWWWWOOOOOOOO.” Looking down she saw R2D2, Anakins loyal astromech droid. He had approached the railing of the reviewing stand, without Ahsoka really noticing and let out the suspiciously human sounding noise and reaction. She knew that the beeps chirps and whistles that droids let out to commuinicate had nothing to do with the languages of organic sentients, but still. She was able to spare a frown for the droids poorly timed exclamation.
   Realizing what the camera's most likely projected around the entire auction house Ahsoka slowly turned from Artoo to look down onto the auction floor. Obi-wan was hunched over having been forced to bend over by the Zygerrian guaards. Anakin was thankfully nowhere to be found. He must have still been on his way to Obi-wan. Was there a video screen where he was? She hoped by the force that there wasn't.
   A minute later the door to the auction floor opened and Anakin walked out. Ahsoka tried to see if there were any signs of a reaction on his face but couldn't see any. The crowd was excited to see Anakin and his whip, they cried over and over again that he should use it, on Obi-wan.
   Turning away from Ahsoka the queen leaned up against the railing, looking down at Anakin. “Prove to me that you are a slaver, swing that whip or die beside him.”
   From where Ahsoka was she could see her master apparently muttering to himself (Or perhaps saying something under his breath to Obi-wan she couldn't tell which). Then he looked around the auction house, caught the eye of what appeared to be a Zygerrian guard but whom Ashoka realized must be Rex. He looked up and provided Ahsoka and Artoo with a nod that Ahsoka inconspicuously returned. He bowed to the queen. “You leave me no choice highness.” With that, he gave Artoo a cocky two fingered salute. A gesture that would leave an observer wondering why he had made it until it was too late.
   Anakin raised his whip and struck at the nearest guard. Obi-wan too jumped up from his submissive posture unarmed and attacked a nearby guard. A small hatch popped open on Artoo's head and quickly two lightsabres sprang from inside the body of the small droid each with the sound of a compressed air 'chuff' as they were launched towards Anakin and Obi-wan. The queen screamed for her guards to take action. Nearby Ahsoka heard explosions and blaster fire in the hallways. Rex mjust have gotten started, now it was her turn.
   Before the queens aide realized that Ahsoka had pounced right next to him, he was down and unconscious, courtesy of her martial arts skills. Following the fall of the higher ranking Zygerrian officer the two guards saw an easy target and raised their blaster rifles to take advantage. The hidden storage comapartment within Artoo emitted one last 'chuff' sending Ahsoka's lightsabre to her waiting hand. In the blink of an eye it was activated. It's green blade was already headed to the exact point in space and time where two blaster bolts would soon be. These shots, intended for her, were returned to their owners.
   As their bodies slid to the ground Ahsoka heard a shout from the auction floor. “Ahsoka, the queen!” With a low pitched humm Ahsoka's lightsabre swung around to point at the queen. The queen for her part wisely backed away to avoid the tip of the Jedi blade as her irked slave approached, deadly weapon in hand.
   Holding the glowing blade up to the queens long neck Ahsoka let a small part of her confident self show on her face once more. “Well your highness, looks like you can...” The perfect word came to mind. “...kiss, your slave empire goodbye...Again.” She let out a small smile and pursed her lips at the queen. It felt good, not just to get in the dig, but the reminder of the Slave empires previous fall.
   Having been backed up against aginst her viewing chair, the queens lips formed a sort of snarl. “Well, it would seem my little orange flower has it's thorns.” Her right hand which seemed to be propping the queen up against the armrest of the chair was in actuality searching for one particular button on the armrest of that chair. Once it was found, she stabbed down upon it vengefully.
   When she had first been allowed entry to the queens palace Ahsoka had been issued a gold colored metallic collar. When it was snapped around her neck Ahsoka assumed that it would denote her status as a slave, or if she misbehaved would act as a physical restraint. While it did do those things as well, there was also another function the collar served.
   Suddenly Ahsoka's world was one of pain. Her lightsabre dropped from her hand as electric shocks leapt from the collar. Incapacitated, her body dropped to the ground. As her consciousness slipped away she worried how Anakin would do in the coming fight without her. Would he be able to rescue her? Her logical mind pointed out to her consciousness that there was no reason in particular for the collar to be engineered to give non-lethal shocks. That she would be lucky if this particular exit from conciousness was not her last. She cursed the logical part of her mind as the world disappeared.

   Awakening was a surprisingly comfortable experience for Ahsoka. She felt soft mattress beneath her and fine silken sheets pulled over her. She was at this point between full wakefulness and sleep just enjoying the relaxing feel of rest well earned. Flexing her neck gave her a slight twinge of pain, her hand rose to her neck to message it. As her hand fell back to her side another replaced it, pressing lightly upon the join between neck and shoulder. A trace of a smile took to Ahsoka's face, things were going quite well, her body told her...then she remembered her situation.
   The jedi padawans eyes sprang open as she sat up in bed. She looked around her, noticing that she was in a large luxury bedrooom, with a balcony that brought in a healthy amount of sun. Ahsoka sat up so quickly that one of the strange round, purple birds hopped off the headboard of her bed in a panic. As she sat up the bedsheets she wore fell off her front. It was only then she realized, that she was naked.
   She felt the weight of another body on the bed with her and looked off to her right. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. The queen, still in her floor length, tight fitting green dress, had apparently been lying next to her. She was also the source of the massage she had been receiving!
   Ahsoka tried to roll out of bed with the sheets so as to wrap them around herself but found to her disappointment that the queens weight on top of them vetoed that move (she was relieved that at least the queen wasn't under the sheets with her). Her choices were apparently to get up completely naked or stay in the bed with the queen. She laid back down and re-covered herself.
   “Why am I here? I want my clothes NOW!”
   The queen gave the girl a wry look. “You want a great deal for someone who has caused as much damage as you have.” She began ticking off on her fingers. “Lets see, you ruined my auction, frightened my customers and Count Dooku, along with half my planet, want you and your friends dead. Congratulations, it took the entire Republic several years to gain the kind of enmity you've earned in just a few minutes.”
   Leaning over the queen hooked a finger around the girls metal collar, and savagely yanked her closer so that she was face to face with the queen. “Oh and let us not forget, the extent to which you toyed with me. No my dear girl, that too will not soon be forgotten.”
   “How I toyed with YOU!?! Wait a minute. Master Anakin and Obi-wan, are they alright? If you've hurt them!”
   “The two jedi men are alive and have come to no permanent harm...so far.” Ahsoka gave the queen a fairly intense glare at the implied threat. The queens forefinger slid out from underneath the collar and she rested it lengthwise over her chin. She tapped it against her chin twice to get the younger woman's attention, and pointed. Looking at where the finger was pointing, Ahsoka saw her slave clothes cleaned and folded on top of a chair nearby chair.
   Sliding her left leg out of from underneath the sheets, Ahsoka began to turn back the bedcovers on top of her...and immediately returned them to their previous position. The clothes looked close until Ahsoka realized she would be making the dash to them while giving a show to the queen.
   The orange girls glare came back to the queen making Ahsoka's complaint obvious.
   Propping her head up with her hand, the queens only assistance in the matter was a smug smile at the young womans predicament. She apparently had no intention of granting Ahsoka privacy or of even looking away.
   Sighing, Ahsoka straightened her arm and pointed it in the direction of the clothes, palm of her hand up, fingers spread. Briefly she wore a look of intense concentration as a feeling of power suffused the room. Suddenly the clothes leapt from the chair over the intervening distance and fell in her lap. She pulled them underneath the covers and started dressing herself. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw the queen shake her head and roll her own eyes. At least it was a small victory, Ahsoka thought to herself.
   The queen had stood and walked over to the balcony, taking in the view it afforded as Ahsoka finished the last of her dressing. “So, I suppose I should've expected the jedi would try something like this. It's so devious and underhanded. It has the jedi written all over it.” The queen let out a short laugh that somehow managed not to sound bitter.
   “Try something? Like, what?” Standing up from the bed (by now fully clothed) Ahsoka approached the queen.
   “Getting someone into my bedroom of course, obviously you're not only a jedi warrior, you must be schooled in the arts of seduction and persuasion.” The queen empasized by running her hand slowly down her hip in a parody of a seductive move.
   Ahsoka had to recover slightly from the outrageousness of the insinuation before she could speak. “The jedi would never, NEVER do anything like that! I would never participate in anything like that! We jedi do not engage in personal romantic relationships and we certainly don't engage in them for gain.”
   “My dear I believe you are very naïve. I suppose it doesn't matter now though. You have served the jedi in the capacity that they have tasked for you and now you shall do the same for me.”
   Ahsoka crossed her arms as her right eyebrow raised. “You can't possibly think I'm going to serve you at all, do you?”
   “Oh you will my dear. You will be a symbol of my power and in more ways than one. Queen Miraj's hand glided down her right hip again, giving a hint to her intentions.
   She turned and strode towards the bedroom door. It was obvious she wanted Ahsoka to follow so she did. The queen was holding all the cards so Ahsoka had to obey, for now.

   High in the air over Zyggeria Two Lizards, large enough to ride swooped towards their destination. One had the queens guards making sure that there was no threat to her life. On the other flew the queen herself, riding behind Ahsoka Tano. The jedi had learned some beast riding skill under Master obi-wan. She assumed however that the queen would know more about these particular flying creatures but the queen had passed on the chance to take the reins at the start of the journey. Ahsoka made idle notice of the fact the queen had the opportunity to hold on by grasping her around the waist from behind, for the entire ride. Weaving through the air they soon arrived at their destination. A platform high atop a building whose design seemed influenced by the royal palace back in the capital.
   The queen and the jedi dismounted the riding beast, Ahsoka helping Queen Miraj down from the saddle. The reptilian conveyances left behind, the queen took Ahsoka's arm as they walked the balcony of the large luxury mansion isolated far from the capital city.
   Looking out of the corner of her eyes at the young woman the queen tried to gage the mood of her younger comapnion. Ahsoka had not been very talkative on the ride from the palace. The queen believed it was time to break some of the ice between them “You say that you will never serve me. Explain to me why that is. Why it is we could not be...closer. It surely cannot be an objection to my peoples social structure. It cannot be more oppressive than that the jedi represent and enforce.”
   “Thats exactly what it is.” Ahsoka's voice was dryer than the rocky terrain surrounding them. “And your 'social structure' is far more oppressive. Theres also this problem with you holding my friends and me prisoner. I've also explained to you that jedi do not engage in personal relationships. Even if I did , I am not a...pursuer of femininity.”
   The queen was amused by the girls hesitance about the last point she had made. “It would seem that the training in deception that you have acquired from your jedi spy masters is so effective you seem able to deceive even yourself with it.” That earned her a frustrated look from the girl. The queen however knew how to get her back in a good mood. “What if I told you that if you agreed to what I had in mind I would free your friends? Send them safely back to your Republic.”
   “What did you have in mind?”
   Taking Ahsoka's hands within her own, the queen met the young womans eyes. “ I think that you have been with me long enough to know that there is something between us.” When Ahsoka opened her mouth, to make what obviously would have been an objection, the queen held up her hand. “I think that you are trying to pretend that what we have doesn't exist, but it is your very reluctance to acknowledge your own feelings, that makes it all them more obvious you do have them.. Ahsoka, I have power and it is beautiful. However as queen you find that power is not the only beauty. Conversations with aides and underlings are not the only social interaction. Which is why I wish for something more, someone I can appreciate for more than their political service. I want someone that I can lay beside at night and hold. Someone capable, who can can act as a symbol for my own power. Ahsoka, I would like for you to become my royal consort.”
   It took Ashoka a few moments to get over her shock at what the queen was suggesting. “You can't be serious! You would be willing to trust me? I had a lightsabre poised at your throat only a short time ago and now you want a...a what? Some trophy date that you could take to parties?”
   The queen shook her head. “Oh, I want more than just some arm candy, or bed partner. I want an ally, a confidante. Someone who would look not just to my morale, but to my security as well. I do not believe that trust will be much of an issue. Someone brought up under the legendary Anakin Skywalker? I believe I can trust the solemnly given word of such a person, to protect and never betray me.”
   The queen had brought an item with her from the palace that she had tucked away in one of the bags mounted on the riding lizard. She had stealthily removed it from the bag as she and Ahsoka had dismounted. Taking it from behind her back she presented it to the young woman.
   Ahsoka was surprised at the appearance of her lightsabre. It dangled before her held only by the queens thumb and forefinger. The instinct that leapt first to her mind was to hastily grab it then use it to escape. Before her hands could translate her thoughts to action she considered the flaws in such a plan. If she did escape where would she escape to? What would happen to Anakin and Obi-wan? If she struck the queen, or otherwise harmed her in the course of her escape, they would probably die.
   With no pleasure shown anywhere on her face, Ahsoka gently took the ancient jedi weapon and tucked it onto her belt.
   “Regardless of what you think, you still have the choice in front of you, you can refuse. However, I do not believe your friends would appreciate the lifetime of slavery you've consigned them to if you do. The choice is yours.” The queen strode onwards along the mansions balcony, confident that her beautiful comapanion could keep up.
   The young jedi's brow furrowed with worry and concentration over the huge decisions she would now have to make. Ahsoka feared that in the end the choice that the queen was allegedly giving was no choice at all. Worriedly she followed the queen.
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