Star Wars: Imperial Prostitute III: The Return of the ProCorps Trooper
Chapter 10
Rating: NC-17

Bethany Handcuff

Author's notes: This is the fourth part of the story of Jaina Solo's transformation into Imperial Prostitute SX-51472. The other stories are also located in WookieeHut, as well: Remember, please leave me feedback, Ahandcuffgirl(at)yahoo(dot)com

Ta'tan'ia said bye, and DJ ended the comm call. Then she looked at Master Durron sitting across from her.

“Keep an eye on her,” he instructed her, referring to DJ. “Do anything you can to get her here, but be wary of Daala's security staff. We don't want to piss her off anymore than we have to.”

“Yes Master,” Ta'tan'ia replied obediently as she stood up.

“And I'll alert you when Daala leaves the opera,” he told her. “Make sure you're gone when she gets back,” he reminded her. “There's no telling what she'll do when she finds out what we've done.”

Even with all the Jedi having observers when they left the Temple, or wearing tracking collars, keeping tabs on the Chief of State wasn't too difficult. They could pretty much watch the holonews to keep track of her movements. There were also a select group of beings that strongly supported the Jedi Order, and reported on things that Master Durron wanted to know. Things like where Chief Daala was, and who she was with.

“Yes Master,” Ta'tan'ia replied again. Then she thought of another problem. “Master, DJ will notice if I don't have my comlink,” she pointed out, holding her her right wrist with Jedi Tyria Sarkin Tainer's chrono on it.

Without either of the comlinks, Ta'tan'ia couldn't actually lock either of the chronos on. The maglocks on were both only activated weakly, so they would open if she pulled hard enough. Ta'tan'ia had fantasized about setting both at full strength, then leaving the comlinks in the secure storage so she couldn't unlock the chronos.

“Yeah, she will,” Kyp admitted. Then he thought a moment. “Go get it, and meet me by the Main Entrance,” he told her.

“Yes Master,” Ta'tan'ia replied, and scampered out of his office.

Five minutes later Ta'tan'ia met Master Durron near the Main Entrance. They were just inside the closed interior doors Master Durron had had installed a few meters from the main doors, and the Galactic Alliance security officers stationed there. Ta'tan'ia's comlink was on her right wrist. Her old comlink, which she was using again, was tucked into a pocket. She was also carrying a small bag with her gym clothes.

“I hate letting the Empire track you,” Master Durron told her. “However, some of our friends will be nearby keeping an eye on you. I can't guarantee they'll be able to rescue you from the Chief of State's office complex though.”

“It's okay Master,” Ta'tan'ia replied. “The Empire doesn't want me. They can't make me into a brainwashed sex slave.”

Master Durron smiled at her as he put his hand on her shoulder. “I'm sure there's a few things they'd like about you, Ta'tan'ia,” he replied with a wry smile. Then his expression grew serious. “We have been wondering why they gave you the spectacles and earpieces, and acted like they were brainwashing you, though. They gave Jedi Saav'etu and a few more of the non-human Jedi a chrono and comlink, but not the spectacles and earpieces. None of them ever went to the Embassy either,” he explained.

“Thanks Master,” Ta'tan'ia replied with a smile. “It's always nice to know you're on the Empire's kidnap and enslave list,” she added sarcastically.

Kyp chuckled. “Seriously though, be careful. Do what you can to get DJ—Jaina back here. Our friends will be nearby, as back-up. If you run into problems, contact them.”

“I will Master,” Ta'tan'ia assured him. Then she thought of something else. “I can always get my lightsaber from Chief Daala's office if I have to,” she commented.

“Only if it's absolutely a life or death situation,” Master Durron told her sternly. “And don't go snooping around either. You're there to bring Jaina back, and nothing more. And don't get caught forcing her. If you're seen, Daala will be able to claim we kidnapped Jaina. Actually, she'll probably do that with the other Jedi anyway,” he said. “But we don't need to give her any proof.

“Yes Master, I understand,” Ta'tan'ia replied.

“And may the Force be with you,” Master Durron told her as she turned to leave.

“And you, Master,” Ta'tan'ia replied as she headed towards the exit.

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About ten minutes after Moff Fel left Chief Daala the urgent message telling her to comm him, his computer notified him that Imperial Prostitute SX-51472 was comming him back. He hit a button, and accepted the call.

The ProCorps trooper quickly explained that Jedi Ta'tan'ia had commed her, trying to get her back to the Jedi Temple. Instead she had invited the Jedi to Chief Daala's office complex to work out. Seventy-Two then asked him if it was okay to see her.

Jag thought a moment. He didn't believe a single Jedi would try to forcefully remove Seventy-Two from Chief Daala's offices. He tapped a couple of buttons, and pulled up the information the Empire had on Jedi Ta'tan'ia.

She was a young, attractive female Twi'lek Jedi with purple skin and pink spots on her arms and lekku. Ta'tan'ia had been one of the first to receive a chrono, comlink, spectacles, earpieces, collar, boots, and corset. When Seventy-Two had been reassigned to Chief Daala, she had arranged for Ta'tan'ia to replace her as Master Durron's personal assistant. Ta'tan'ia had also received a substantial amount of ProCorps training material, which she had been putting to use serving Master Durron.

If Jedi Ta'tan'ia were human, she would be near the top of the list for ProCorps candidates. In fact, she would be just the type that he might consider recruiting into the ProCorps without any mental conditioning. She had also been one of the first Jedi to receive a tracking collar from Chief Daala, and turn her lightsaber over to her.

“Yes, Seventy-Two, you can,” Moff Fel replied to her. “No matter what though, you and Lysa stay in Chief Daala's office complex, unless you receive new orders from her or me.”

“Yes, Your Excellency,” Seventy-Two replied.

Moff Fel told her bye, told her to tell Lysa bye for him, and ended them comm call.

A couple of minutes later, Moff Fel's computer notified him that one of the Jedi's tracking devices had been activated, and was on the move. He hit a button and verified that it was Jedi Ta'tan'ia's. She was still in the Jedi Temple at the moment. Unfortunately the Jedi were blocking the tracking and communications signals from the rest of comlinks.

Jag paused a moment, then hit a button that maglocked Ta'tan'ia chrono and comlink onto her wrists. The only way they would be coming off now was if they were cut off. Ta'tan'ia's signal stopped for a few minutes near the Temple's Main Entrance, then she left on foot, headed in the general direction of Chief Daala's offices.

Moff Fel was reasonably confident he could capture Jedi Ta'tan'ia with the assets he had on Coruscant. However, he wasn't sure if he wanted to capture her at the moment. He was sure Chief Daala would want her though, and any Jedi he could isolate would only help the Empire. He sent Seventy-Two a message telling her to keep Ta'tan'ia there as long as she could without arousing her suspicion. Then he contacted the Imperial Embassy, and told Lieutenant Ross to began tracking Jedi Ta'tan'ia, and have a commando team ready to capture her alive, and only on his direct order.

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Just over twenty minutes after she left the Jedi Temple, Ta'tan'ia arrived at the security checkpoint at the Chief of State's office complex.

“Good evening, Jedi Ta'tan'ia,” one of the officers greeted her. “DJ said you would be arriving for a visit.”

“Hi everyone,” Ta'tan'ia replied cheerfully as she stepped into the scanner. She wondered why DJ hadn't come down to meet her. Since she didn't sense any danger through the Force though, she didn't worry about it too much. After the security officers cleared her, and her bag, a YVH droid stepped in front of her.

“Bee-Dee here will escort you,” the Sergeant explained.

A few minutes later Ta'tan'ia and her escort arrived at the Chief of State's gym. DJ was there awaiting her.

“Hey DJ,” Ta'tan'ia greeted her cheerfully.

“Hey Ta'tan'ia,” Seventy-Two replied with a smile. “Thank you for bringing her, Bee-Dee,” she told the YVH droid.

As the droid left Seventy-Two turned back to Ta'tan'ia. “DP might come join us later, but we can go ahead and get started,” she said as she lead the Twi'lek towards the locker room.

Seventy-Two grabbed some things out of her locker, then stepped into a 'fresher stall. Ta'tan'ia set her bag on one of the benches and began changing as well.

A couple of minutes later Ta'tan'ia was wearing her brown sports bra and hot pants. The Jedi Order's Emblem was over right breast, and the outside of each hip. She was also wearing black gym shoes with ten centimeter wedge heels. She had convinced Master Durron to get new gym outfits for any Jedi that wanted them, right after Chief Daala had suggested it. Ta'tan'ia was also wearing her tracking collar, chrono, and comlink. Her Jedi Robes, boots, head harness and corset were in her gym bag.

Seventy-Two emerged from the stall wearing her gym outfit—the one that Chief Daala had given her after she became her liaison. Her sports bra and hot pants were Galactic Alliance blue. The words Galactic Alliance were printed across the back of the hot pants, and the GA Emblem was over her right breast. She still had the custom-made black gym shoes with fifteen-centimeter heels the Empire had given her. A few days prior Chief Daala had switched out her three centimeter wide silver tracking collar for a five centimeter wide black one, to match her chrono and comlink. Her new tracking collar, chrono, comlink and chastity belt were also locked on.

The waist belt of DJ's chastity belt was visible above the top of her hot pants. The outline of the crotch-strap was visible underneath her hot pants. Ta'tan'ia still hadn't been able to see the whole thing. DJ had never worn it at the Temple's gym. Neither had any of the other Jedi as far as she knew.

“Sexy chastity belt,” Ta'tan'ia told her with admiration. “Can I see the rest of it?”

“Thanks,” DJ replied with a smile. “Sorry, not right now,” she answered. “Maybe later though, if you stay long enough.”

Ta'tan'ia stared back at her a moment. “Can't wait.”

A few seconds later they were in the gym, stretching out. Then they warmed up with some light calisthenics. Ta'tan'ia kept trying to talk Seventy-Two into leaving with her, but she steadfastly refused. About ten minutes later Lysa arrived.

She was wearing a gym outfit nearly identical to Seventy-Two's, except with red stripes down the sides of her hot pants. Lysa was also wearing a red durasteel collar, chrono and comlink, and black gym shoes with fifteen-centimeter heels like Seventy-Two had.

Ta'tan'ia could also see the outline of a chastity belt underneath her short shorts. Even though Ta'tan'ia hadn't seen DP out of uniform before, she wasn't too surprised to see that she had similar tastes. After all, she wore a collar, wrist chrono and comlink, and acted like DJ ... and like me, Ta'tan'ia thought with a smile.

Then Ta'tan'ia remembered that Master Durron believed that DP was brainwashed like DJ was. She glanced down at her own outfit which was very similar to theirs, and felt her collar around her neck. No wonder Master Durron thought she had been brainwashed too.

“Hey DJ, Ta'tan'ia,” Lysa greeted them.

“Hey DP,” Seventy-Two replied cheerfully as she continued working out.

“Hey DP,” Ta'tan'ia said as well.

DP glanced at DJ, and said, “Desha Lor was going to join us, but she had to take some dictation from Mister Dorvan.”

Both Seventy-Two and Ta'tan'ia smiled in understanding. Ta'tan'ia hadn't met Desha Lor, but she knew that she was the Personal Assistant to Wynn Dorvan, Chief Daala's Chief of Staff. Lysa quickly warmed up, and joined Seventy-Two and Ta'tan'ia working out.

Ta'tan'ia kept trying to talk DJ into leaving with her, but she didn't seem at all interested. She dropped a few hints to DP as well, but she didn't seem interesting in leaving either. Both DJ and DP didn't seem to interested in chatting much at all. Ta'tan'ia still enjoyed herself though. A little over an hour after they started, the three sexy collared women did their cool down stretches, and headed towards the locker room.

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Jag tracked Ta'tan'ia to Chief Daala's office complex, and to Seventy-Two. He confirmed through Seventy-Two that they were in the gym, working out. He watched their signals for a few minutes, waiting for Chief Daala to call. Then he had an idea. He commed Lysa, who was still in Chief Daala's reception area.

“Good evening, Your Excellency,” Lysa greeted him cheerfully. “How may I serve you?”

“Lysa, Seventy-Two and Jedi Ta'tan'ia are in Chief Daala's working out. I want you to go there, and help Seventy-Two keep Jedi Ta'tan'ia in Chief Daala's office complex as long as you can, without arousing her suspicion.”

“Yes, Your Excellency,” Lysa replied obediently.

Jag watched Lysa's tracking signal leave the reception area, and go to the gym. She spent a couple of minutes in the locker room, probably changing, then she joined Seventy-Two and Ta'tan'ia.

A half hour or so after Seventy-Two and Ta'tan'ia began working out, Moff Fel received the comm call he had been waiting for.

“Chief Daala!” Jag said as soon as the HoloNet connection was made.

“Yes, what is it, Moff Fel,” she replied.

“Master Durron has discovered my recruitment plans for the Jedi. He has all of them in the Temple. Seventy-Two and Lysa are safe in your office complex. Jedi Ta'tan'ia is visiting them, to work out. I have instructed them to keep her there as long as they can. I need you to keep Seventy-Two and Lysa away from the Jedi Temple,” Jag explained.

There was a moment's silence. “So you're saying he's holding them in the Temple against their wills?” Chief Daala asked him.

“All there tracking signals except Ta'tan'ia's are being jammed. They aren't responding to there wrist comlinks either. As far as him holding them against their wills ... I'd say yes, but I'm not sure how many of them would say that, especially by the time you got around to trials,” Moff Fel replied.

There was another moment's silence. “I could still get a warrant, but I'd need something to take to a Judge. Once I get the warrant, I can take your Jedi into custody, and turn them over to you. The rest I'll keep locked up as long as I can,” Chief Daala responded. “The survivors that is,” she added.

That sounded good, but Jag didn't think it would be that simple. Mostly he didn't think she could successfully storm the Temple, even with a warrant. And if there was any type of delay in getting the Jedi out, the conditioning would start to wear off. There was also the fact that Kyp would go public with the whole thing, which would be embarrassing in the extreme, both for the Empire and Chief Daala.

“I would rather not do that, Your Excellency,” Jag replied diplomatically. “If any Jedi or other people wish to willingly come and serve the Empire, we will of course welcome them.”

“And I would be happy if they left,” Chief Daala replied. “You say Jedi Ta'tan'ia is at my office complex?”

“Yes,” Jag replied as he glanced at his screen. “She's in your gym with Seventy-Two and Lysa, working out. I've maglocked her comlink, so I can track her. I've also jammed the comlink, so she can't use it.” he added.

“Good. Clear it so I can talk her, but keep her from contacting anyone else. I'm going to talk to Master Durron,” she told him. “And order him to allow the Jedi out of the Temple. If he refuses, we'll go from there. The Jedi will not defy me,” she assured him.

“That won't be a problem, Your Excellency,” Jag replied. “I've got a team standing by. I was considering having them take her to my Embassy, but if you want to handle it, that's fine with me. I just wanted to warn you to keep Seventy-Two and Lysa away from the Jedi.”

“Oh, I will,” Chief Daala responded. “And don't worry about your ProCorps troopers, I'll take good care of them.”

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“Hey, want to join us for a sanisteam?” DJ asked as they entered the locker room. “DP and I might be chastity belted, but you're not,” she said with a wink.

“Yeah, the stalls aren't that big, but we can fit,” DP said with a smile as she sided up next to Ta'tan'ia. “We can have all sorts of fun.”

DJ pressed against Ta'tan'ia from the other side, and ran her hand down her flank. “Yeah, lots of fun,” she agreed.

Normally Ta'tan'ia would take a sanisteam after a workout. The thought of taking one with DJ and DP made her wet with arousal. However, it was obvious they were trying to keep her here. Also, she definitely felt the Force telling her to get out of there. Since neither DJ or DP seemed interested in leaving with her, she was going to check in with Master Durron, then head back to the Temple.

“Maybe next time,” Ta'tan'ia said as she extracted herself from them. Then she glanced at her gym bag on the bench. “Hey, where's my robes?” she asked as she pulled out her durasteel corset.

“Oh, I put them in the laundry chute,” DP replied casually. “I wanted them to be clean for you.”

Ta'tan'ia stared at her a moment. She could sense that she was lying about something through the Force. “I need them back,” she told her. “Now.”

“The laundry system is automated,” DJ replied helpfully. “It'll be a couple of hours before they're returned.”

Ta'tan'ia ran through a Jedi calming exercise. Not having her clothes wasn't quite an emergency. She would just comm Master Durron, and leave how she was dressed. She raised her wrist comlink to her mouth, then remembered her other comlink, without the Imperial spy equipment. The one she left in the pocket of her robes. Frakk!

Then her wrist comlink beeped and vibrated softly, indicating she was receiving a comm call. She glanced down, and saw that it was Chief Daala.

“Hello, Your Excellency,” she said as she glanced at DJ and DP.

“Ah, Good Evening, Ta'tan'ia,” Chief Daala replied. “I see you're in my private locker room, did you enjoy your workout?”

Ta'tan'ia frowned suspiciously. “Yes, Your Excellency, thank you,” she answered, trying to sound cheerful.

There was a noticeable pause. “I want you to stay there until I tell you to leave, understand Ta'tan'ia,” Chief Daala told her, in the unmistakable tone of command.

Ta'tan'ia ran through a Jedi calming exercise. She wanted to obey Chief Daala, but she knew she couldn't. Her loyalty was with the Jedi. “I'm sorry Your Excellency,” she replied. “I can't.”

“Ta'tan'ia, I just got of the HoloNet with Moff Fel. He told me that he is tracking you through your comlink, and that he maglocked it onto you. He also has a commando team waiting. If you leave my office complex, you will be in extreme danger,” Chief Daala told her.

Ta'tan'ia immediately reached down, put two fingers underneath the wrist end of the comlink, and pulled. It didn't budge. She frowned, got a better grip, and pulled again, harder. The comlink still didn't budge. She took a deep breath, summoned the Force, and pulled again. The comlink stayed firmly maglocked around her wrist. She pulled on her chrono, and got the same result. Frakk, she thought to herself.

She ran through a Jedi calming exercise. Ta'tan'ia definitely felt the Force agreeing with Chief Daala. The problem was, she didn't feel particularly safe here either, and Master Durron had told her to be gone when Chief Daala returned. “Your Excellency, Master Durron told me to go back to the Jedi Temple,” she replied. “I can't disobey him.”

“Ta'tan'ia, your loyalty to Master Durron is commendable. However, I do not believe he would want you to try to evade an Imperial commando squad while wearing a tracking device. For your own safety, as Chief of State of the Galactic Alliance, I'm giving you a direct order. Stay in my office complex,” Chief Daala instructed her.

Ta'tan'ia had the feeling that it would be almost impossible to make it to the Temple while being tracked. She knew that Master Durron had Noghri that would be tracking her the traditional way. She also knew that she couldn't betray even a hint of that to Chief Daala. Ta'tan'ia also had no interest in being kidnapped and turned into a sex-slave ... by the Empire at least.

“May I speak to to speak with Master Durron directly, Your Excellency?” Ta'tan'ia replied respectfully.

“I will contact him, and let him know that you will be under my protection for a short time,” Chief Daala responded smoothly.

Ta'tan'ia paused and looked at DJ and DP, who had nonchalantly moved between her and the exit. “Thank you, Your Excellency, but I would really prefer to speak to him myself.”

“Ta'tan'ia, allow my officers to escort you to my reception area,” Chief Daala instructed her. “I will arrive soon, and allow you to speak to Master Durron. Then, when it's safe, I'll see to it that you are returned to the Jedi Temple.”

“I don't know if I can do that, Your Excellency,” Ta'tan'ia replied tentatively.

“Please trust me, Ta'tan'ia,” Chief Daala said. “My security officers will be there in a moment. Allow them to secure you, and escort you to my reception area. DJ and DP will stay with you as well.”

“Okay, Your Excellency,” Ta'tan'ia said reluctantly as she sensed a half-dozen presences approaching.

“DP, DJ, the officers will secure Ta'tan'ia, then escort her to my reception area. Stay with her, and out of their way,” Chief Daala told them over Ta'tan'ia's comlink.

“Yes, Your Excellency,” they replied as they stepped out of the way.

Four security officers stepped into the locker room, followed by a YVH droid. Three were holding blaster carbines, while one had a blaster pistol. None of them were exactly pointing them at her though, including the YVH droid. Ta'tan'ia sensed two more officers outside, probably with at least one more YVH droid. The four inside were definitely distracted by the sight of the three sexy, scantly-clad women in the locker room. They quickly regained their professionalism though.

“Jedi Ta'tan'ia, we've been instructed to take you into custody,” a Sergeant explained. “Please turn around, and place your hands behind your back,” he instructed her.

Ta'tan'ia didn't sense any particular danger from the Force as she turned away from him. She did notice that Chief Daala had first said she would be under her protection, then told her to allow the officers to secure her, then the Sergeant said he had been instructed to take her into custody. The private with the blaster pistol holstered his weapon. Then he stepped forward, and she felt him pull her arms behind her back and he snapped his binders shut around her wrists, between her chrono and comlink and her hands. Then she felt him quickly pull her elbows together, and lock another set of binders on her upper arms.

“Um, is that really necessary, Sergeant?” she asked as the private gently-but-firmly escorted her to one of the nearby benches.

“Yes it is, Jedi Ta'tan'ia,” the Sergeant—Holstuur—replied. “Now please kneel on the bench, so Private Rikks can shackle your ankles,” he instructed her.

“Of course, Sergeant,” Ta'tan'ia answered as she knelt on the bench, leaving her ankles hanging over the edge so Private Rikks could easily lock the ankle shackles onto them.

“You're doing great, Ta'tan'ia,” Chief Daala told her over the still open comlink as Private Rikks snapped the shackles onto her ankles.

“Thank you, Your Excellency,” Ta'tan'ia replied as Private Rikks helped her down off the bench. “Are the binders and shackles really necessary though, Your Excellency?” Ta'tan'ia actually liked the binders and shackles—they were even making her a little wet—but she was a little worried about what Chief Daala had planned for her.

“Yes, they are, Ta'tan'ia,” she replied. “They're for your own protection. Obey my officers' instructions, and everything will be fine. I'll be there soon. Until then, DJ and DP will stay with you, understand?”

“Yes, Your Excellency,” Ta'tan'ia replied obediently. Then she heard the distinct beep of the comlink disconnecting.

“Maybe we should pat search her, to make sure she isn't carrying anything illegal,” one of the other officers suggested with a smile.

Ta'tan'ia flexed in her cuffs, displaying her toned body in her sports bra and hot pants. “And just where would I hide something illegal, Corporal?” she asked him with her own smile, as she ran through another Jedi calming exercise.

“Well, it'd be fun to try and find out,” the Corporal answered with a wink. “Good practice too,” he added, getting serious.

“Not now, Corporal,” Sergeant Holstuur replied firmly. “Let's get her to Chief Daala's reception area, and wait for Her Excellency to arrive,” he said, glancing around at everyone in the locker room.

“We've got to take a quick sanisteam, Sergeant Holstuur,” DP said. “We won't be long.”

“That's fine, DP,” Sergeant Holster answered. “We can babysit her until you're done.”

Ta'tan'ia was actually a little disappointed they wouldn't be pat-searching her. She meekly allowed the officers to escort her out of the locker room. She couldn't move very fast because the ankle shackles were connected with a chain only about thirty centimeters long. Outside the locker room they were joined by two more officers, and two more YVH droids.

“I really don't think all this is necessary to protect me,” Ta'tan'ia commented again as she shuffled along.

“Orders,” Sergeant Holstuur told her simply.

As Ta'tan'ia shuffled along, she suddenly remembered that the Empire was monitoring her comlink. She wanted to tell Chief Daala, but then she realized that if Moff Fel had told her about the comlink being maglocked on, she probably knew about it being monitored too. Ta'tan'ia thought back to some of the warnings that Master Durron had given her about Chief Daala, and how she kept Lysa and Jaina around, even though both were obviously affected by the Empire's brainwashing. All of the sudden Ta'tan'ia wished she hadn't let Sergeant Holstuur cuff her.

“Hey, Sergeant Holstuur, can I borrow your comlink for a moment,” she asked her escort with a flirtatious smile.

“Sorry, Jedi Ta'tan'ia,” he replied. “You'll have to wait and talk to Chief Daala,” he explained.

Ta'tan'ia glanced back at the two imposing YVH droids following them, as well as the other officers. There was no way she could mind trick all of the officers, especially with the droids present. A few minutes later they arrived at Chief Daala's reception area. The officers escorted her to one of the pouf couches, and told her to have a seat.

“Um I just finished working out, and I'm all sweaty,” Ta'tan'ia told them. “I don't want to get Chief Daala's pouf couch smelly.”

“Good point,” Sergeant Holstuur replied.

Ta'tan'ia stepped over to the base of the statute of former Chief of State Mon Mothma, then she paused, and shuffled past it to the statute of Leia Organa Solo, and slumped down at the base of it, with her back to the statue, and her shackled ankles stretched out in front of her. Sergeant Holstuur, Private Rikks, and one of the YVH droids stayed in the reception area with her, and the others left. Ta'tan'ia crossed her shackled ankles, and leaned back against the base of the statute. She hoped Chief Daala didn't do anything terrible to her.

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