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"I believe I am yes. We'll have to have some of the decryption teams back at the Order looked through them, a lot of this is encoded, but luckily there weren't any traps to prevent me from accessing it in the first place or copying it, so that will be simple enough. Will be breaking open that slave ring with this stuff easily, as well as hopefully mopping up all of Jabba's illicit activities out here in the outer rim.
"Excellent," Dooku said with a nod. "And that leaves me to deliver a message, capping this entire day."
Both of the other Jedi looked at him, and Dooku's lips twitched downward. Gardulla needs to be informed of what has gone on here and why."
Quinlan nodded. "That's true the Hutts will not like what happened here."
"Exactly. I mean to make certain any acrimony from that quarter comes towards me. If they wish to blame me and take action against me because of this day's work, they will find me a harder target than the young padawans."
He waved the two of them out of the corridor, watching as Aayla used the Force to lift her uncle up from where he was slumped unconscious by his body guard, his head smacking on the floor occasionally as she went. Rather vindictive, but Dooku could not send any Darkness around the girl, there was far too much Light there for that, so he let her to it.
Connecting the computers up to the comm gear, he sat back and waited for a moment. A second later, an Aqualish appeared, and he let a sneer cross his face as the creature looked at him in. "Put your Lady on, now."
A minute later the Hutt's expressionless face appeared, showing the carved out portion of her head clearly through the pickup. "I did not know that Jabba was replacing Fortuna with a human, what is your name and what does your Lord wish you to tell me?"
The Hutt of course spoke in Huttese, but Dooku had already thought of that, having set up another computer screen nearby to translate the words transmitted. This meant there could be no misunderstanding between them, nor any need for middle men.
"Bib Fortuna is dead, as is Jabba," Dooku said bluntly. "I am Master Dooku of the Jedi Order. Jabba had intended to take a Jedi padawan as a slave. We objected to this most strenuously. His operations are now defunct, most of his people here are dead, his slaves or freed, and his corpse is rotting beneath me somewhere.
He waited until he saw Gardulla's reptilian eyes widened further before going on. "I wished to inform you of this, so that you and the rest of your race will know why it occurred. The Jedi Order is not in a position to tell you how to run your own sector of space, and even out here we sometimes have to tread lightly. But that does not mean we are fearful to tread here at all. Do not bring our attention down on you again."
For a moment the female Hutt was silent, her reptilian eyes staring through the pickup it Dooku. "If Jabba was foolish enough to try and clean a Jedi padawan as a slave, however that occurred, I will not challenge you at present. But this is not over. He was important to his clan, and they will strike back at you for his demise."
"It is finished… Unless they wish to join him in death." Dooku said leaning forward and using the Force to make himself seem larger. The Hutts might be mentally immune to pop Jedi powers, but perception could still play a role even through a com link like this. "As I said I am Master Dooku. If they wish to strike at the Jedi Order, we will strike in them in turn. Let it end here, full stop, or they will find out that the Order while unwilling to, is not unable to strike back at them."
"I will tell the Desilijic your message," the Hutt female replied shrugging her shoulders. "After that, it is out of my hands." Then she disconnected, not commenting on Dooku's last comment, which he knew was the truth.
Sighing faintly Dooku stood up and moved to join the others.
The slaves were mostly able to fit into Jabba's yacht and the few other ships, and they road them out with the Jedi hovering over them protectively in the patrol ship towards Mos Eisley. There they commandeered a few ships Jabba owned through their captains, who were now dead. With the former goons knowing somewhat how to operate them, and more than a few of the slaves being able to help being former spacers engineers or other things of that nature they began to prepare the ships for takeoff.
Seven of the slaves however had been born into servitude, and bought legally for the given definition of such. They would travel with Quinlan on their beat up merchant ship eventually heading toward Sorenno. It would be very crowded, but as the trip to Sorenno only would take about a day in hyperspace, that was fine by Quinlan, who would like the company.
Once on Sorenno it would be up to Dooku to find them gainful employment somewhere on his family's property. "Though what the neighbors will say about it I don't know," he said sighing somewhat as he tried to make a joke to Master Fay later that day, causing her to chuckle.
She laid a gentle hand on his shoulder shaking her head. "Trouble might have come from this, but we just did something extremely good. How does it feel?"
"Good," Dooku said simply, shaking his head with a bemused twitch of the lips as he watched Aayla and Harry zone out again, lost in their bond even as their bodies continued to help the few slaves and other spacers repair the ships for takeoff. "Very good. Those two are something special aren't they? I hadn't realized how much so even after your description. Padawan Potter is something special on all of his own, but together they are like Padawan Secura said, in her rather stultifying manner, more than the whole."
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