"It looks like Zygerria is a popular place these days." Ani was sitting in front of our undercover ship. He was navigating with Commander Rex.

Ever since our last mission, things have been a bit strange. I sensed everyone else had the same gut feeling, but I seemed to be the only one. Since I arrived home on Coruscant, my body has been feeling a bit different. With headaches and stomachaches, I had pinpointed the cause of the apparent food poison. However, I barely seemed to crave my usuals. Instead, I craved ice cream almost every second of the day.

It had only been about a week before Master Yoda had assigned us to our next mission. This one was over Anakin's temper. We were traveling to Zygerria, the land of the slavers. Ani had a past and didn't take this mission lightly; in fact, he saw this as an opportunity for revenge.

On the other hand, Ahsoka viewed this mission as an opportunity to help her fellow people seeing that the Zygerrian scums had captured the Kiro system taking a good number of citizens with them. This mission was to help those who needed our help.

"Hmm. Whatever is happening is attracting plenty of high-class scum." I chipped in. From our view, there were so many high-class ships in space. They must all be here to settle down on a slave, disgusting. My eyebrows scrunched themselves as I made a terrible gagging sound.

When we landed, the sky of Zygerria was as bland as the people living in it were. The sky was bright orange with only a few clouds.

"Let's just hope the information our spies gave us about the Queen is accurate." Anakin voiced. He slipped on his regular black gloves, prepping his hair. Why was he getting so cleaned up for? "Remember, I'll keep her occupied while you locate the missing people of Kiros." He concluded.

My feet halted at once as my lips separated slightly. Anakin never told me of such a plan. "How do you plan on keeping the Queen occupied?" Obi-Wan asked. I'm grateful he did; I was full ears on what his master plan was. I walked up to the boy, my eyes siding to his face. "Well..." he chuckled nervously.

I placed on my robe, waiting to hear all about it. "With my magnetic charm, of course," Anakin whispered. I groaned loudly enough for him to hear. "Oh, yes, of course," I added dramatically, laughing, hinting I was pretty annoyed at the idea.

We all threw our lightsabers into the direction of R2. We were undercover, and flashing our sabers in the faces of the Zygerrians wasn't smart.

"Remind me why I'm the one playing the part of the slave?" I asked, annoyed. I wore a dress made of jewels underneath my robe, but on top was my overly sized robe that covered the front of my face.

"I tried it once. I wasn't any good at it. Besides, the role of master comes easily to me." Ani replied. I would have burst out laughing if it wasn't for those nearby. "Really? That explains why Ahsoka is always disobeying your orders." I joked.

Obi-Wan's brows lifted themselves, surprised, but understanding my joke was not a joke at all, but the truth. Anakin bit his lower lip, grunting in the process. "Let's go." He mumbled walking a few steps into a small village.

I walked beside his armored body. Playing the part of a slave was more complicated than I thought. Everyone around here was miserable and on high alert. There was not a single face that seemed to dim in the light; it was frowns in all directions.

"Ugh, how can a civilization this advanced still practice slavery?" I asked Ani as I watched a few slaves being pushed around by their masters. Poor things. "It makes them wealthy and powerful at the expense of others. Before the Hutts bought my mother, she was sold in a market just like this." He answered. His tone was bitter and distasteful.

We continued walking through we halted as a citizen went full plow to the ground. The shirt settled onto his face and mouth. My whole body went in his direction but was pulled back by Ani's hand. "Get up, you useless skug!" out popped a Zygerian slaver from the crowds. He stood his large body onto the man on the ground. "Master, the bonds, they are too heavy." he pleaded. "Tell it to my whip." the Zygerrian took out a gold flashing whip from his pockets, slapping it across the grounds.

His hand rose, directing his whip onto the Slaver. I couldn't just watch and let this happen, no. I pushed Anakin's hand from my chest, grabbing the Slaver's wrist, firmly stopping his movements. "You don't want to do that." I sneered through my teeth.

The Zygerrian placed his whip back onto his belt, he was angry, but I didn't care. "Ah, you dare touch me!" He shouted, his spit coming onto the edges of my robe, almost hitting my face. "Excuse my slave, friend. She is freshly caught." Anakin placed himself between the Zygerrian and me.

I scoffed once before turning my whole body around.

"Mmm, what have we here? You wear Zygerrian armor, but you are not one of us. Who are you?" The Slaver asked, folding his arms together. He inspected Anakin's body with squinted eyes before landing on mine. "I've come for an audience with the Queen."

"Then you have an invitation. We can't just let anyone in to speak with Her Majesty." his voice was raspy, and his two little friends came running along behind his back. We didn't have an invitation, but I'm pretty sure Anakin's "charm" will give us full access.

"No invitation, but I do bring news. News the Queen will be eager to heart" I weakly smiled. That was his charm? Or was it only used on girls? If it weren't for these scums or the citizens, I would have slapped Ani across the face. "I doubt that." The Zygerrian answered back. "You're nothing more than a brigand." He added.

"I wouldn't say that, especially when the Queen learns you prevented her from hearing the news about Bruna Denture." Ani sneered. The Zygerrians droid bolted onto the scene, "Halt! Cease all hostilities! This man is to be escorted to the palace by order of the Queen." Its monotone charm seemed to work on the Slaver.

I eyed Anakin annoyingly as he weakly smiled.

We followed the Slaver into a gigantic palace. It was lavish and cleaned up; no specs of dust were found on the walls or even on the floors. If only it were this beautiful as it was outside.

When we entered, my face plastered itself upon the Queen. She was beautiful, but not the best. Maybe that was just my jealous sparking and Anakin's attempt to get close to the Queen. I bowed down, respecting the horrible environment I found myself in. I wonder what kind of things I'll be ordered to do.

"My Queen. I present Lars Quell." The Zygerrian Slaver presented Anakin's new name. Lars Quell, oh, the names he makes up on the spot. "Hmm. So you're the man who claims to be acquainted with Bruno Denturri?" She asked, sitting on her throne. A few birds were sitting right onto her arm as she fed them bread of some kind.

"Yes, your highness. However, when I spoke with him, he failed to describe your beauty." He took off his helmet, exposing his face as he swiped his hair so casual. I clenched my hand under my robe, jealousy got the best of my emotions, and with that, I slightly choked Anakin. He coughed silently in desperation that I let go, which I did.

"Really?" She presumed. "And did Bruno speak of my intense hatred of him? Or did that escape his memory as well?" She asked. Her Zygerrian scumbag of a guard lifted his blaster, pointing it onto Ani's face. However, his cockiness drove him miles. He placed his hand onto the blaster lowering it down with a smirk on his face.

"He needed not speak of it, Your Majesty. Bruno Denturri will not be speaking ever again." His voice rose at each word, raising the tension in the room. "What do you mean?" this Queen was oblivious; he is dead. What else could he mean? "Bruno Denturri's dead by my hand. Here is a slave from his palace, compensation for my efforts." He directed his hand onto my body. Their eyes laid upon me, viewing my very dark robes. That was when Anakin pulled it off in an instance. Here comes my acting.

"Unhand me, brigand!" I yelled. Anakin's eyes were just as embarrassed as mine were. Oh god, I wasn't meant to act.

"You impress me, Lars Quell. She's quite a prize. And to have defeated Bruno Denturri in combat?" The Queen walked from her throne, making her way down to our level. "Well, you must be quite the warrior." She blushed. Ew.

She made her way towards my body, circling it as she eyes me from top to body. "Mm-hmm. This slave is certainly of fine stock. Bruno always knew how to choose a beautiful female." She grabbed onto my shoulders. Her hands were full of jewels and money she did not deserve. "Don't you dare touch me," I scuffed, slapping her hand away. Her sore eyes peered into mine, anger becoming her emotion. "Though she will have to be processed. Her demeanor leaves much to be desired. What is your price on her?" She asked Anakin.

Oh boy, I cant wait to see how much my husband will sell me for. "With respect, how can I price the beauty of his slave when I look upon the magnificence of your highness. Whose beauty would make the brightest star seem dull by comparison?" He charmed. Uhhh, yeah. That's not the kind of charm I want Ani to even speak to me with.

"Lars Quell, you flatter me." her cheeks turned bright pink, and it was precisely the kind of charm she liked. "No, Your majesty. However..." Anakin leaned into her ear. His eyes contacted mine as he whispered a few words making her giggle obnoxiously. "Lars, stop it." She slapped his chest playfully, but I wanted to slap his chest harshly.

"You are a bold one, aren't you?" Her tone was seductive. "My reputation precedes me, then." He so confidently smirked. "Perhaps we can find a way to put a price on your slave. Come, walk with me." She held out her hand, insisting he take it, and he did. This was for a mission; I thought to myself the entire time I was already here. I was not too fond of this.