The Separatists Arrive

Pretending to be subservient wouldn't be that much of a problem. Padme had spent years often assuming the role of one of her own handmaidens to mislead potential assassins. She didn't think pretending to be a **** for a while would be much different—except for the humiliating outfit and leash, and Jabba's horrible smell. Actually, Padme had spent some time on a leash while she was pretending to be a handmaiden, but that was a different story.

Padme's thoughts were interrupted by Separatists' ship's ramp attaching to the side of Jabba's sail barge. A minute or so later a lone figure emerged from the ship, followed by the clanking of a pair of super battle droids. A moment later, Padme recognized the figure. Asajj Ventress!

"Ah, the esteemed Asajj Ventress," the protocol droid said nervously, translating for the Hutt. "The Mighty Jabba welcomes you to his humble sail barge."

"Thank you for having me, Jabba," the skeletal woman replied with a sinister smile as she looked around the main deck of the sail barge. "I was in the area, and thought I'd stop by," she added as she came to a stop a few meters in front of Jabba's dais, and Padme.