Authoress's notes: In the final Fate of the Jedi novel, the Jedi have to infiltrate Coruscant, which is controlled by the Sith. Well, here is a little scene about Jedi doing just that. Please read and enjoy all of my stories, and please leave me feedback, public or via email. - Bethany
Jedi Prisoners
"Move it, scum," the young corrections officer said harshly to the group of prisoners.
Jaina Solo shuffled forward, her steps limited by the forty centimeter chain of her shock shackles. Another chain ran from that one to her stun cuffs, which were further secured against her stomach by another chain locked tightly around her waist. Jaina was only a-hundred-forty-nine centimeters tall. As a result, she had to hold some of the chain running from her stun cuffs to her shock shackles to keep the chain connecting her shock shackles off the floor.
Jaina heard the rattling of another eleven sets of chains as the other Jedi the group shuffled along as well. Each woman was also chained to the ones in front, behind, and next to them by chains locked to their waist chains.
Suddenly Jaina heard Turi Altamik, who was next to her, mutter a curse as she nearly fell, and Jaina felt a jerk on her waist chain. Then she heard Ta'tan'ia, who was behind Turi, mutter an apology, followed by Jysella Horn, who was behind Jaina, call Turi a nerfherder.
"Quiet!" Myri Antilles, the guard, shouted.
The dozen Jedi were posing as prisoners being transferred in order to infiltrate Coruscant. Somehow, all the prisoners were highly attractive women. Jaina strongly suspected Master Durron had arranged the assignments. Myri Antilles and Yaqeel Saav'etu were the guards. Myri seemed to be particularly relishing her role.
At least Jaina could keep an eye on Vestara. Jaina had made sure the little Sith was shackled in place right in front of her.
All of the prisoners were wearing bright yellow jumpsuits with PRISONER emblazoned across the back and cheap yellow boots. Myri and Yaqeel were dressed in Galactic Alliance Corrections Officer uniforms. They both had a remote that could unlock all of the stun cuffs and shock shackles in an emergency. Both Jaina and Master Ramis could also activate the remotes with the Force, just in case.
The other Sith the Jedi had encountered hadn't paid the group any attention. As prisoners, they were beneath their notice. The plan was working perfectly; so far.
As prisoners, the Jedi didn't go through regular customs. Instead they had been sent through special security just for detainees. Myri and Yaqeel simply presented their forged transfer orders, and the group was sent along.
Unfortunately, the facilities for prisoners were less than accommodating. Comfort wasn't an issue for criminals. Currently they were arriving at the final checkpoint before they could be released, and disappear into the city. Syal Antilles was supposed to have a borrowed Justice Center transport waiting for them just beyond the checkpoint.
Syal, however, appeared to be late. The three real security officers at the checkpoint didn't want twelve prisoners waiting out in the open. All three were human, with the older, heavyset one wearing sergeant's stripes. The other two were both in their early twenties, with one tall and thin, and the other shorter and stockier.
After a few moments of discussion amongst the officers, Yaqeel turned and ordered the prisoners into a nearby holding area. The twelve shackled women shuffled into the room, and the door shut behind them. Yaqeel and Myri stayed outside with the real officers.
Since the Jedi were all still shackled, they couldn't sit down on the benches on the walls. They also couldn't move around very much. They were all forced to stand, shift their weight a bit, and wait.
"Hey, is anyone else getting turned on?" Ta'tan'ia asked.
There was a chorus of snickers, quickly followed by Master Ramis, Tyria Sarkin Tainer, and Jaina shushing them.
"Act like prisoners, not a bunch of—Zeltron sex slaves!" Jaina whispered loudly. She was about to say Twi'lek sex slaves, but she remembered that Ta'tan'ia, who was a Twi'lek, was standing next to her.
Actually, Jaina
was
a little aroused, and she could sense that several of the other Jedi were as well. She couldn't really blame them, they'd been shackled and cuffed for a couple of hours now.
"Can I keep my cuffs, Master?" Seha Dorvald asked.
That caused a few more snickers, which Jaina and Tyria quickly shushed. As for Jaina, she had already planned on keeping her shackles, along with the jumpsuit. Together they would make a great roleplaying costume. All she needed was a pair of yellow heels to complete the outfit.
"Sure, but I'm keeping the remote," Master Ramis replied.
There were a few more giggles, which quickly died down. Jaina glanced out the transparisteel window of the holding room, and saw the shorter officer taking an interest in Myri, who was obviously flirting back. Yaqeel was standing off to the side, watching them, and everything else.
At least someone is having fun
, Jaina thought as she shifted her weight again.
Nearly ten minutes of quiet whispering, annoyed grunts, and sighs of frustration later, Myri was still flirting with the officer. The eleven Jedi and one Sith were still standing shackled and cuffed in the holding area. Finally Jaina saw Yaqeel get a signal from her comlink, and sensed the Bothan's relief.
"Let's go ladies," Yaqeel said as the taller officer opened the door. "Your limospeeder has arrived."
The twelve shackled women had to carefully shuffle in a tight circle to get facing the door. Then they slowly made their way out. Jaina, along with a few others, let out soft groans of annoyance when they spotted the Justice Center transport waiting about two hundred meters away.
Thanks to their shock shackles and other chains, what could have been a short walk barely worth noticing took several long minutes. Almost without conscious thought the Jedi and Sith began marching in step, which sped things up a bit.
At least it did until the observant Sergeant noticed, and commented. Several of the Jedi were startled enough to lose their concentration—and step—which threw the group off.
"Oh, they spend quite a bit of their time in chains," Myri responded without missing a beat. "I think they've forgotten how to walk without them." She paused to watch the Sergeant's reaction a moment, then turned her attention back to the shorter officer, who was walking next to her.
While Jaina had maintained her composure, Jysella—who was behind her—hadn't, causing her to stumble. After that Jaina made a conscious effort to keep her steps short, and out of synch with Vestara, who was in front of her, and Ta'tan'ia, who was next to her. Several of the other Jedi did the same thing, which resulted in a noticeable change of the sound of their chains, along with slowing them down.
