The Fortunate Womp Rat: Chapter Two

Tales of the Fortunate Womp Rat: Chapter Two

by Mon'sula Tar'kona, Prince of Ryloth.

Hour 1107 The Inside Straight is a Dynamic class freighter. I went by and asked the Cerean on the ramp if he had anything exotic for sale. He looked me over, taking in the spidersilks and brocade of my clothes, and the iridium rings on my fingers and lekku and decided I might just be the right kind of customer. I mean, I'm a Twi'lek! We practically invented slavery.

There were a couple of Trandosians lounging, and a food wrapper in the trash written in Bothu. The Cerean led the way to one of the cargo bays. There they had erected cells. Five had humans, one, an old male, the other four, younglings, all with red hair. Two other cells were occupied, a white Twi'lek female, and a Wookiee male, I thought. I twitched a message to the female with my lekku saying wait for my play. She signaled her acquiescence.

"Nice, yes?" the pointy head asked. I chuckled and snorted. I pointed to the Wookiee. "I want a closer look at that."

I could see the sleazy little gears of his mind working it out, and with a smirk, he activated their safety restraint device. The bracers on the Wookiee's wrists and ankles started pulling about a hundred g's, slamming him into a kneeling position. Then he deactivated the door lock, and the partition slid away.

I knelt by him; he was growling. "Are you sure he can't move?" I asked. It was a valid concern.

The Cerean just smirked. "Don't get in range of the fangs." He advised. I felt his muscles, straining under black fur, then slid my hand down to the juncture of his legs. I gripped his maleness, and while I squeezed, I slid one of my lock picks from my bracer, and left it tangled in the hair of his groin. I caught his eye and smiled. "Oh, yes, my hairy friend. You are going to love me." I said. The startlement in his eyes was priceless. He growled something about my ass, I don't think it was invitational, and snapped at me. But I knew he knew. I just hoped the big pile of furry murder would wait for my signal.

"I like this one. He'll be fun to break in." I said. "Got anymore Wookiees?"

The Cerean laughed. "Oh yes! Eight more. But if your criterion is...hum, size, down there, then that one, Wakata, is the prize."

"Yeah, it's like a lekku with hair." I agreed. "Let's discuss price."

Okay, maybe two hours of bickering was a bit excessive, but I had to give Con time to fetch the Hammerhead Jedi. And I got his price down to a mere 800 truguts!

So finally I get the call, and I tell Con to bring 800. So here he comes, and I know the Ithorian will be close behind. But I needed to optimize our chances. I turned to the Twi'lek female. "My cousin likes that sort of thing; how much for her?" He told me, 600 truguts. We prepared to bicker. I think he wanted to feel like he had gotten something back. But my inspection of the merchandise left her with my holdout blaster tucked into her cleavage.

Con walked in on that scene. His expression was priceless. Apparently my proclivities were not as much a secret as I wanted. But I just grinned, and told him, "Hey Con, you want to buy a little comfort for the nights around here?"

His lekku moved in an interrogative slither. I tweaked one of mine around my breast bone, hoping he got the message. He turned to the Cerean. "I want to try her out." Maway let out a displeased rumble.

"I ain't a pimp." He groused, but I could tell he would give in. "Just let me and your brother hammer out the price."

Con gave a wicked grin. "You hammer that out, I'll hammer this out." Maway groaned and exited the room.

I put an arm around the Cerean's shoulder, then with my other hand, flipped the lock on the Wookiee's cell. "Let's see about getting hammered." I agreed.

I rather expected it, but it was still surprising when the Cerean yanked out of my arms. There was I high pitched scream, then the sound of something heavy hitting meat.

You know that Wookiees have claws, right? But they don't use them in combat. Well, I guess there is some clause (ha!) about people who have sold you into slavery. The only thing more grotesque than that Cerean were the Trandosians the Jedi sliced up with his lightsaber.

Con, the female, whose name is Maleen, and I shot the pair of Bothans who came out to check out the commotion.

After that, it was a simple, simple thing. We waited, watching the ships monitors. When the Trandosians walked back on board, the Wookiees were waiting for them. Then we cleaned up the blood and body parts, and waited for the next batch. Maleen told us how many there would be. Finally, it was down to one Bothan and the Rhodian, Barsoom.

These, the Jedi insisted we take alive. Then it was a very simple thing. We let the kids off the ship in the charge of the old man, and lifted ship, ignoring the spaceport, and broke for deep space.

Once away from Tatooine, we flushed the airlock with the bodies in it, and set our course for Kyshikk.

Hour 1134 I have announced to everyone that they are free. Not that I think we could do anything about it now that the Wookiees are out of their cells. None the less, we find ourselves very popular.

The Wookiee I chose to help with the break out, Wakata, is a loner. I am not sure what is going on, but the other Wookiees won't talk to him. Any way, I understand Shyrwook, and he understands Ryll, so we have been talking. He won't get off on the Wookiee homeworld; in fact, he won't set foot off the ship. But he has informed me he has a life debt to the three of us. It appears he wants to go bumming around with us.

I am not opposed to the idea. He is death in three directions in a fight, rivaling the Jedi for the carnage he can cause. And once you get past the fur, he is not a bad looking specimen. He was talking about the break out, laughing about when I slipped the lock pick into his groin hairs. He apologized for any discomfort that little trick might have caused me. I decided to be honest with him.

"I was scared. I worried that you would bite my throat out, or do something to drop the pick and I'd be found out, but I'll tell you, Wakata, I did not mind filling my hands to overflowing. I was just hugely impressed." His expression said he understood exactly what I was saying.

"Good thing you got your free one in, then?" he said at last. We laughed, and moved past it.

Maleen is a sweet little thing, a dancer sold out of the Fortuna Clan. She is very grateful, and has been proving it to Con. She offered to thank me, and I told her to just thank Con again. She understands.

Maway is an enigma. He is so...laid back. He's a bit of a stuffed shirt, but he can also be funny. He does this thing, the Ithorian sexy dance. Its part of their rituals and it is without a doubt the funniest thing I have ever seen. And he does it all the time, with this funny look on his funny face, just to make me laugh. Like he's some sort of male slut, like Con. The concept is just...unbearably amusing.

Anyway, after we drop the eight Wookiees off on Wookiee world, then Maway is going back to the Jedi temple on Corescant. I have already started the paperwork to claim this vessel, but I have a feeling there is money well past a free freighter in our future after we meet with the Jedi. It might be nice to be on the right side of the Order for a change.

Anyway, I got to get some sleep, and it's going to be fun finding a bunk. None of the Wookiees will sleep in a cell.