Lula awoke startled this time, her breathing was labored and difficult as if she slept with a Ronto on her chest. She sat up, and closed her eyes, trying to make sense of the remaining wisps of memory that clouded her mind. Short sequences, never a full memory coming to her. First her mother when she was a child FLASH then to a past lover FLASH then to when she first walked into a cantina FLASH then darkness…

She had found a vial that had a portion of some liquid in it. She thought it might be the tranquilizer that had been given to her before. She decided to throw caution to the wind, as any form of partial consciousness was better than stewing in her fear and discomfort in this dark place. Whatever it was, she took it and had the visions again as she went out cold. All she cared is that she didn't have to be awake and paranoid.

She heard the door open and someone step in to the room. In her head she thought, "should I just pretend I am asleep and maybe its a guard...or maybe its Jaern here to bargain...or Ockam here to drool over me as I sleep." It wouldn't be the first time he snuck in while she was sleeping to watch her.
For that reason, she could never look at him the same. She decided to get up and see who it was.

The smell of leather covered the air as a dark figure in a black long jacket came out of the shadows. Pulling his gloves off slowly but meticulously, enjoying his stride into the small patch of sunlight in the room. He grinned like a Cheshire cat as his eyes broadcast his basest desires upon laying eyes on Lula's supple frame. This man clearly loved women at their weakest.

His lips curled around his mouth as he started to speak, "Hello Lula, have you missed me?” Without letting her answer he continued. “You know I am the only person who has any power to remove you from this...predicament", the man hissed, filled with confidence brought on by his seemingly advantageous position over Lula's well being.

With pleasantries exchanged, it was time to talk business. He had contacted the leader of the Imperial Guild on Naboo The Honored Maidens to see if they could help her with her situation. Of course they were eager to get their hands on the valuables, but hadn't decided if they really trusted Lula. She was a spy for the Empire, but they didn't know her, how are they to know that she wasn't a Rebel spy. They did however agree to meet Jaern, Lula and some select members of the Shade that next day to discuss possibilities. Among those possibilities he wouldn't get specific of course which made her suspicious. What if this was all a front and he was bringing in Rebel forces to torture me for information on the Empire? Was he being truthful? Without her comm and no way of communicating with the outside, she would have to trust her gut when the time came.

“So....” she spoke slowly and looked in his eyes. Jaern’s card had been played. The academy and life had trained Lula how to respond to men like this in the past in order to get what she wanted. It was a simple bartering process.

"It looks as if I owe you...everything, Jaern" Lula choked down the words.

Such a simple sentence, yet he knew all too well the implications of such an exclamation. As far as Jaern knew, she had been tamed. All that she was now fell under his control.


"Excellent", responded Jaern. He rose to his feet and turned back toward the door. Too often in the past using this technique forced Lula to give of her body, but with this man, it was clear that his hunger was satiated by her submitting her will to his control.

"Before you go, could you help me with this?" Lula asked coyly as she motioned using a partially bared leg to point toward the vial containing her liquid salvation, now just out of reach.

Jaerns's eyes gleamed as he knelt down next to Lula, raising the vial to her mouth with one hand, while caressing the strap of her gown with the other. The cool skin of his hand rose the small hairs on Lula's shoulder as she shivered at his touch. He grinned again, emptied the vial's contents into Lula's open mouth and released his grasp of her shoulder. The familiar taste, somewhat bitter, signaled to Lula that the visions would soon return. Hovering over her face he kissed her deeply and reminded her that she was his. Her body went limp and if it wasn't for the restraints and her lack of not knowing what was going to happen to her, she let the drugs overcome her body. She blacked out only to be woken by a familiar female face.