They Are Interrupted

The door flung open and in came two men, arguing and shouting at each other. Suddenly they were quiet. 'Who the fuck is that?' One of them said.

'Shut up you cunt. She is our problem solved.'

The kidnapper explained to his mates that this little bitch was their way to get the thousand Credits they needed to pay off the dealer. Only a week earlier they'd had to run from the Coruscant-Guard in the middle of a ****-stick deal. They'd handed over the pack to the guy, were just sorting the cash out, when they saw clones arrive. They ran and somewhere along the road had lost the money. It was a lot of credits to raise from a bunch of semi-junkie pirate boys.

'How the fuck is she going to pay our debt?'

'She's not you thick twat. We will get money from the Republic. Look at her, she a Jedi. She ain't no slum dweller, you stupid cunt.'

'Calm it you idiot. What the fuck are you talking about? She’s Hondo’s money, that buyer’s gonna be here soon!'

'Why don't we pimp the bitch out? How much would the usual customers pay to get hold of this fresh little bit of meat?'

'Who's going to pay that many credits for a fuck?'

'Look at her, she is young and she is a fucking Jedi!. How many times do you get to fuck a girl like that as a man without getting decapitated?'

They agreed that selling Ahsoka to a random schmuck off the street would be easy money. Then they could just fuck her off and pay the debt.

“What about Hondo?”

“Easy. We get her back before the buyer arrives.”