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"Its time for you to make your own way now boy" my mother said. "it is time for you to head out into the world and make your own empire now that you are 70 years old, you are considered and adult now"
"You will receive what my father gave me on my 70th birthday. My modified Munificent class frigate, 300 pilot droids, 10 slaves of your choice." she said. "You may take your battle-droid toys as well." and she added "I expect to hear of your mighty empire in a few decades, Grazo, you are the son of Jabba Desilljic tuire and Gardulla Besadii, Makes your parents proud to have spawned you.
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A few minutes later in the slave quarters.
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"I'll take these two as well" I said pointing at Shimi Skywalker and her son Anakin in her arms. They walked over to stand in line with the other slaves I was taking. The rest of the slaves of my selection were all highly skilled chefs. I could enslave my own dancing girls....
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Quellor-Run
41 BBY
On bridge of Munificent-class frigate "Credit Collector"
"My great-great-great-grandfather Beasdi the Great, "took" this ship from the Banking Clan over two thousand years ago. He removed 140,000 battle-droids, added another hypermatter annihilator reactor, a large hanger, 6 heavy turbolaser cannons, 60 proton torpedo launchers, and, hutt sized living quarters. He also put in 3 backup shield generators should the main ones fail, they will activate consecutively. It is very unlikely that any ship would be able to stand the first salvo of 60 proton torpedoes, much less long enough to break the shields 4 times."
I look at the pale human slave before me, white with fear and uncertainty over the fate of her and her small child "You will serve as my assistant" I say
"Serve me well and your spawn will not know chains for long, I will free him once he reaches adulthood, if he wishes." "I am a kind master to my slaves" I add.
She looks up at me, her eyes shining with hope"Yes, master" she smiles at me.
UGH. The words are disgusting. Freeing slaves does not agree with my stomach. It is necessary though for the plan.
I threw away my humanity for the plan.
"You speak 12 languages don't you?"
"Yes, master."
"Good, you will stay next to me during my business and translate when needed, send my holo messages and keep my appointments in order."
"Yes, master."
"You will have one day every month for vacation."
I see her eyes widen. It is a very generous order for a slave. "Yes, master"
"Now, Its time for you to learn the fine art of piracy. Observe"
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"Republic and Banking Clan laws say you must stop your thrusters and await confirmation by when hailed by local law enforcement patrol craft. We will take advantage of this." I say to Shimi. I had ordered her to keep her son with her while serving me.
"Netu, report to the bridge" I say into my comm port
Netu was one of my chefs, he was nemodian and and flamboyantly homosexual. His red silk robes and lisping voice would be wonders for my tactic.
"How may I ssserve, massster?" he asked me as he kneeled before me on the bridge. "Go to the holo-transmitter and send that frigate the following message". I said showing him the sensor reading. "Then make some slow braised nerf for snacking tomorrow." "Yes, master."
I reclined back onto my hoversled to relax and watch the fun. I would never be able to catch up to the ship ahead of me if they know I was a pirate.
"This is the Banking clan patrol ship Credit Collector, we have had reports of an Etti-classss transsssport pirating local frieghters in this sssection of the Quellor-Run trade route. You will halt your thrussstersss and await confirmed ordersss to lower your ssshieldsss." said the slave into the holotransmitter.
It is known that to be a pirate, you must be tough looking as well as tough acting to stay alive and free. The nemodian was anything but, you would never see scum like my chef on a pirate ship. It was imperative that they let my ship near without running first. They had what was for me, priceless cargo.
The holo-projecter kicked on with a light hum. A blue image of a human appeared "I copy, and assure you that we are not pirates. After confirmation, we will allow a search, we are" the signal was cut.
"And that is how you catch these bantha poo doo stupid fucks." I say with a grin at Shimi. Little Ani gurgling in agreement around his little thumb.
The transpor was now listing sideways, hull glowing from the heat of proton torpedoes and leaking atmosphere.
All I needed from them was to slow down a bit to bring them into tractor beam range. The torpedoes had bypassed their shields and destroyed all 10 Turbolaser cannons and their engines and communications in a quarter of a second.
I had the tractor beams pull it to my ships boarding dock.
"Hk-47" I called behind me.
"Bored answer: Yes, master?" the mandolorian iron clad montrosity asked from behind me.
"Kill anything still living other than female twi'leks on that ship, and take your brothers with you."
"Excited exclamation: At once master"
"I love do spicy food"