Two Days Prior*
He always kept the room dark, never wanting to be seen, he was under the impression that a mystery was far more frightening than anything. His guards had ushered in all the lieutenants who looked at each other with confusion. That was his mistake, a mystery didn't cause fear, the unknown did. Mysteries caused curiosity and confusion more regularly than fear. She sat her legs drumming against his desk while her fingers tapped on the edge. She'd perched there while he sat behind the desk.
"The Empire cracked down on our latest operation. What I just cannot figure out, is how that trooper knew that we were coming. He doesn't read minds last I checked." It was indulgent, the moment he'd said cracked down they knew why they were here. Still, he was the boss, and sometimes you had to let him be indulgent.
"We lost a lot of good cargo and even better men. Good men are hard to come by these days, aren't they, Jayla Jayla?" His name for her, said in a sort of sickly and menacingly doting sing song. She made her eyes glow white ever so slightly from her place at the desk, and that finally got the levels of dread in the room up, the glowing was just a side effect of her force use coupled with her species' ability to will emotions onto others. "Yes, sir. They really are." She made a point of glancing at the braver faces before letting the glow fade and grinning from ear to ear.
"Yes, and see, the problem is that even good men are prone to betrayal when the right price or force is applied. Don't you agree, Jayla Jayla?" She didn't have to use her powers this time, the room was already in a panic for various reasons, "Yes, sir. They are. But who would have more money or power than us for the people in this little room?" Feet were shuffling and fingers twitched prying at loose skin until it bled.
"No one,Jayla, the problem is that good men are often fools. I bet you thought I wouldn't discover you taking money from them. But any man who would sell out our little operation isn't very smart. Jayla caught you the moment you walked in, didn't you, Jayla." She smiled standing and striding into the light that shined on them. Of course, the boss had insisted on her dressing like a Zeltron and that meant an outfit too revealing for her age and previous mode of dress. Still, with make-up, she had to admit she looked quite good for jailbait, even if it was demeaning.
Her appearance set the men in the room ever so slightly at ease. They were used to looking at women dressed like her without caution or fear. She walked by the line up of men slowly pausing here or there to look and smiling. Finally, one stepped out of line, "This is ridiculous, sir. Letting your arm slut finger one of us for fate." She smiled at him, "I'm glad you stepped forward, after all, you were the ring leader, but of course, you had help from him, him, and him," she pointed over her shoulder easily and the fight exploded in an instant as guns were drawn and one of the men made a desperate and foolish grab for a blaster. She took his head from his shoulders with one swing of her lightsaber while the others fell to their knees pleading for mercy. It was most certainly the known that was most frightening.
Still, that wasn't how she'd ended up on that ship. No, indeed, it was what the cowards had revealed during their sessions with the one they called torturer. They'd told the Empire about the possibility of their boss having hired a Jedi. And that was why, with a new hair dye job, some much looser and more modest smuggler clothing, she was currently walking the ship yard looking for the ship that was rumored to be heading for the Last of the Jedi to protect them. She didn't intend to protect them, she was going to offer them new lives, new names, and new jobs. The stubborn ones could rot.