I figured the least I could do for these two was get them to someplace that would take them in. At first, I was thinking Alderon, and while it would be a great place, better than Naboo, only until it explodes. I could plop them on Corellia, but that place turned into a poodoo hole after the empire took over. Kuat was a great place, but only for those in power, it depended on how much I invested into them. That and I was about to become enemy number one over there, leading the Kuati royal clan to its ascendence over the kaut... lots of kuat in that...

  Honestly, the biggest problem was actually getting them the planet. As it turned out, there was a paperwork issue. You see, there were only three types of people recognized by the Hutts. The Hutts, or the ruling class that held onto everything. The outworlders who were, obviously from off world, otherwise imaginatively named offworlders. And the last was slaves, who were, obviously owned by somebody.

  Now, one might think it would be easy, they are trying to leave, I'm trying to take them, we could just leave right? Well, a little known fact about Hutts is that they are actually great at bureaucracy. Like really great at it. Old Nute chimed in that they were almost as great as a Niemidion, but honestly, while he was impressed I offended him by thinking the Hutts were better.

  This lead to the loophole I was currently walking my way through. You see, these two little girls didn't exist... as sentients. They were considered squatters, and literally had no rights, but as long as they were they also couldn't have any legal punishments, it explained so many things. After all, what Hutt wasn't going to do anything they wanted to them? So, they also didn't have anything 'done' to them since they didn't exist, no matter what was done to them. A slave of slaves if you will.

  But that made it easy, as I just had to register them as slaves! Easy right, then I could take them off world, and over to the republic, were slavery was illegal...

  Yeah, that wasn't happening. Now, there were some loopholes I could jump through, many different options, the most obvious being indentured servitude. The only problem was, I realized that indentured servitude required 'a debt that they could not reasonably repay in their lifetime' and 'they shall be paid a wage that could reasonably pay back their debt' but here's the kicker 'they indebted must pay back any and all debts incurred while in indentured servitude'.

  This explained so much. It was obvious that those in indentured servitude were never meant to be able to repay their debts, after all, while their wage went into repaying debt, they were accruing more by living. This snowballed into a never ending debt. It was worse than a prison sentence as those at least had a set time limit, even if nobody actually expected you to live through it. It was also common for prisoners to 'disappear' from the registry or be lost in an 'accounting error' but that was just a reasonable accident that could happen to anyone? Even if it happens to everyone...

  Still, I didn't want either of those options, or any of the other scummy ones, and ironically buying them to free them had a lot of legal red tape in the republic, not to mention by the time I got there they would already need to not be slaves. So, I had the perfect, ish, idea! But first I needed to file their names... which I do not know.

  Oh right, I needed to do the thing. I grabbed my com and clicked on it in a certain pattern. It would come up as random static to most of the Trade Federation but...

  Wehniekirth Bridmari, Winny or Brid to his 'friends' thought he was hard. He sold spice and death sticks in Theed! He was the leader of the gang, and sold like 4 or 5 a month! both combined! By the entire gang, and had to work 'real' jobs just to pay the bills... He stuck his head into his hands and nearly cried again. Sure, he was feared on Naboo, hard for Naboo, but it was frakking Naboo! He learned the hard way, that he was soft as a sub on life day asking a girl out the first time.

  All his time being hard and mean meant nothing, it was Naboo. Take the random Corellion tourist that got caught up in this mess, and you would realize that this nobody was harder then he would ever be. Unfortunately, for him, he couldn't produce his I.D. so the Nims picked him up to. Man took 5 beatings, 5! to put down, and he still glared at the droids, droids! Like droids gave a shit about being stared at! Meanwhile Brid took one look at the shock prod and when down on his hands and knees ready to pleasure the droids like it was his master.

  He looked past the Corellion that had a sudden and forceful education in bondage play to one of the other occupants of his cell. She was a contract lawyer for some fancy law firm, spent 3 days arguing with the Nims about the legality of all this. But she was here, and she was looking out dead eyed because she realized, they were right, it was F-ing legal, and there was nothing they could do to get out of this poodoo. There were more, but none of the others mattered. Just more bodies to make quotas.

  Bang! One of the B1s got clobbered by a newer B2, that poodoo wasn't even legal! It was a battle droid, he had even seen the hidden weapons on it! Like straight out of a holodrama from a bad villain's lab! But the B1 dropped like a lightweight. Good thing too, because it had the controller for all the binders here! He sneakily slide himself over to the controller hoping the droids wouldn't notice. But the B2 didn't care as it moved away, and there was nothing left to watch them.

  Quickly I clicked the unlock command on the contorler, and unlocked all of our binders. I rubbed my wrist as I realized that I didn't have a step two of my plan, dammit we were so frakked! They are going to kill us all and torture us and "Nice job kid, even if you were as blatant as a bantha in a junk shop. Never again." Said the Corellion. What the Frak? Didn't he realize we were all so stuck in the bantha poodoo we were drowning in it?

  "Never getting enslaved again? I can agree to that!" Said the lawyer girl, can't they shut up? don't they realize how screwed we are? Winny was the kingpin of Theed and he could do nothing, NOTHING to these guys!

  "That and bantha in a junk shop. The owner said it made a mess, but I couldn't see it, scuffed up the bantha a right mess though, but I owed a friend a favor so..." Said the Corellion, What? "That answered, and made more questions..." Said the lawyer with a laugh. She found this poodoo frakking funny?!

  The Corellion reach through the bars to the droid, grabbing the blaster on its back. "E-11s are crap, but I don't need nothing good." He stated, what the heck was he thinking? Shoot out with the entire fedy? I knew Corellion's were crazy but... "Roger, roger, that hurt my head, system rebooted." Stated the B1, it was the last thing it ever said.

  Blam, the stupid Corellion shot it in the stupid head. What. The. Frak?! we are so dead. "Welp, probably weren't getting out of here stealthily anyway." He said, and then he shot the control panel. "Ha! That's what they get for going for the lowest bidder, idiots, shoulda gone with a Corellion design!" He said as the jail's doors rolled open.

  What, the Frak?! How did this stupid Corellion do something that was impossible! Doors don't just open like that. It takes an expensive dataspike to open doors and those things weren't cheep, you didn't just, shoot the control panel. Oh, he said that out loud...

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  "It's a reverse emergency surge protector. Basically, whatever position the door was, it goes into the opposite and locks down, can't even close these bars if you want to now." Said the Corellion. How the frak did he know that?

  Our group slowly started to exit the cage they had us in. There were several cages in rows in the hanger, multiple deep and tall. He didn't know, counting was stupid anyway. "Alert: Alert: Prisoner escape, Prisoner escape." started to sound as an alarm went off on repeat. Oh now their screwed. A squad of B1s rushed towards them firing stun rounds from their blasters. The Corellion started to fire back in return, also stun rounds. But that didn't matter to the droids as it blasted them.

  "Shit stupid droid blaster, only comes in one flavor, and stun rounds ain't gonna make it." The Corellion said after taking out the squad. "Well, gear up? Grab a blaster and lets hall ass!" The Corellion yelled at the rest of the prisoners. This lit a fire under Brid's ass and got him moving. He grabbed on of the blasters just as more droids rounded the corner. Luckily that B2 was nowhere to be found as they would have wrecked all of us.

  As the droids were overwhelmed by return fire the Corellion ordered people to grab more blasters. Only some people refused. "I can't pick up a weapon, it goes against everything I stand for as Naboo!" One of them stated, idiots, so what if Naboo was a pacifist planet? What did convictions ever do for him as a hardened criminal?

  But even more B1s came around, if this kept up we just weren't going to have enough bodies to fire into the droids. So the Corellion shot more control panels around the hanger, then he tossed the controller to one of the recently freed prisoners and started to run, some people stayed around, but Brid was no fool, he ran after him.

  "We need to get to the hanger, should be a sheathopeded shuttle there, we can hotwire and get outa here." Said the Corellion. "We ARE in the hanger though." Brid helpfully supplied, where were we going to go? This was the hanger.

  "No kid, the real hanger, the one they keep their shuttles in, shit, they probably have vulture droids there too. Hmm, should probably hit the control center first, it'll reset the comand, and make it impossible to launch the vultures outside, they won't respond to comands, and vultures have that stupid suicide switch." Said the Corellion.

  "What kind of Corellion are you? How do you know all this stuff?" Asked Brid. "Fiz Tandrell, and I'm just a regular spacer hand, you know, move stuff from one point to another. Landed on Naboo one time, thought this place would make a great place for a vacation. Woulda know? It's not, no offense kid." Said Fiz as he stuck out his hand for a shake. Brid Shook it not knowing what to do.

  "Now let's get goin, we have a of ground to cover, and they put stupid transports into these stupid things, because why would they need it? Droids are already where they need em' not like you need to travel to the location." Fiz said, boy was he right. This stupid donut was three kilometers across, but did it say how it was around the circumference? Not that Brid knew what that word was, he dropped out of his primary ed after he was caught smoking.

  Brid was, out of breath to put it mildly. Most of the others that had followed them were too, but not the Corellion or the lawyer, of all people. Nor did she pick up a gun, which was weird since most of those didn't follow the Corellion. We had gotten this far by avoiding the droids, but they were relentless and endless. Blam, Fiz shot another lone droid. It was unaware and not looking in our direction, which was good, but also not necessary, which was bad. Fiz looked over the weapon the droid dropped, it was another E-11, and I didn't understand why he would need it. "Yes, finally a real blaster, still a crap one though." Fiz said.

  I was starting to get annoyed, all this for a crappy blaster? Oh look, more droids. I was about to point it out when Fiz jumped around the corner and shot at them in full auto, it missed most shots, but it didn't need to hit, they all went down. "Yahoo! Now that's what I'm talking about!" Yelled Fiz, well I suppose it shot real blaster bolts, and had a good rate of fire, but was it really necessary? "Alright everybody, ditch the stun crap and grab one of the blaster crap. We'll need it." Fiz said, I did what he said even if I didn't agree with it, but I didn't say that because I got some rest out of it. Not that I needed it or anything.

  Fiz started to work his way through the droids with much less stealth than before, but right before we entered the hanger he shot something important, because it exploded. "Alright, that's the repeater, we should be good till we hit space, and by then they shouldn't know where we are. If they do, we're dead so it doesn't matter." He said. I understood none of that.

  Fiz then blitzed into the hanger and started shooting at the droids, they seemed to stutter and jerk around. Suddenly some more blaster fire came from another side, this slammed almost exclusively into the B2s, after a few shots hit something important, it was even enough to kill them.

  The droids must have switched nodes, because the 1s and 2s almost in sync started to move smoothly now. So we quickly ducked into cover behind some crates, hoping that they wouldn't kill us all. "Well, would you look at that, if it isn't little Brid and friends!" Said a man with a silver blaster. Oh no, I knew who he was, please no, anybody but him.

  "And who might you be mister?" Yelled over Fiz after some return fire on the Bs. "Oh, I'm Ber Strespall, but you can call me little Wehniekirth Bridmari's parole officer, I practically raised this little bantha poodoo. Hay boys, get a load of this, it's little whiney! The 'kingpin' of Theed!" Yelled Ber. I just wanted to throw myself into the Bs blaster fire, of all the people, why did it have to be him. "It's Winny, not Whiney!" I yelled.

  "Oh Osik, is that the little mir'osik foundling you've been talking about? The one that sold like 15 deathsticks in his entire life? Got arrested for shoplifting a birthday card for his grandma? that whiney?" Said a man next to Ber with some strange small pistols and some armor of all things. "I said it's Winny!" I screamed. Besides, I had parents, they just disowned me after they found out I was selling deathsticks to teens for some reason, I didn't know why.

  "Really? I have sold an entire crate of that shit on a bad day, it's like, literally harder to sell any than to sell them, ?" Said Fiz. "What can I say, outside the port, it's slow. And some people are to lazy to actually go to the port, not that it's easy to find him, probably why he isn't arrested for it more often actually." Stated Ber. Oh no, just what I needed, these two to bond over this! And Why couldn't they hear me, I told them it wasn't Whiney but the blaster fire must be too loud.

  More people started pouring in, and the droids started to actually lose the battle of numbers, at least with what they had in this hanger. "Well that's our que to move, Hey, where'd you get the good stuff?" Asked Fiz. "Lockup, stupid Nims kept our gear in a vault, I now have enough Aurum to live a comfy life, and it was right next to my ELG-3A, who can say it wasn't mine and I didn't have it on me when they took me?" Said Ber with a shit eating grin. "That's also where I met my friend in the armor here." He said As we got into a jog.

  As we moved the guy in armor peeled off "Sorry, burc'ya I must find my vod before I can go. I also want my ship, but that may be too much to ask. If we meet again, know that you have the friendship and respect of a member of the clan Ordo." He said, before running off, weird.

  Nute watched the Chaos he had unleashed with a smile. The prisoners where quickly coralled back into the cages after they were overwhelmed and stunned. But not before a group of six left in a Sheathopede shuttle. It was that little shit thug I had let out, the biggest criminal on Naboo, who honestly didn't impress me as much as the Corellion that was with him did. There was one of his gang members, a guard his parole officer, a wookie for some reason. Oh yeah, he got wasted at a bar after drinking literally all the top shelf liquor, some worth hundreds of thousands of credits, it was a high class bar. That meant that the wookie was actually already an indenture, and somebody must have picked them up hoping to sell them to the Hutts for a quick cred along the way. And lastly a pacifist lawyer somehow.

  I actually cackled, no wonder why Sidious liked it so much, everything was going to plan. Why were the kids looking at me like that, sure all they knew I was doing paperwork, can't you cackle over paperwork, why you gotta look at me like the crazy person?

  Should I be worried about a corellion and a wookie working together? Well, it wasn't a yt-1300 frieghter for one, no it wasn't chewie, just a random no name black wookie, and the corellion was way to old to be han who was probably in his diapers about now, if even that. Absolutely nothing to worry about!