Star Wars: Enslaved on Zygerria

Chun-Li was twenty-three years of age and had recently been promoted to Detective in her Agency on Coruscant.  She had only been working as a standard cop for three years before ascending in the ranks.  She was the youngest detective in staff, but in terms of skill and proficiency, she was unrivaled.  She had managed to arrest dozens of undercover Separatist spies in her patrol of the underworld, and also participated in many cartel drug busts.

However, as for Chun-Li herself, she was never armed, and as a result, she was also the only officer in her precinct not to utilize a weapon, while instead choosing to make use of her own personal deadly powers.  Being capable of lifting and throwing fully grown adults but that wasn't even close to her full strength, she preferred to utilize the power within herself—namely, her legs, or, as many of her fellow officers had playfully come to nickname them, the "Thighs of Destruction".  She took great pride in the power of her lower body, as she was capable of kicking even through solid brick, while she also once defeated a Wookie gang member with only this personal power and no weapons whatsoever—a true testament of her strength. As a result, she was eventually promoted for such amazingly prodigious service.

And now, as a detective, she hoped to continue serving the Republic and help continue the fight against crime.  She was about to get the chance, for she had recently been assigned a case to investigate the death of a hooker on Level 1325.

She got herself ready in her new outfit, which was elegant, yet comfortable. The extremely high leg slits on her skirt would allow her to make better use of her legs during combat as the last thing she wanted was to be slowed down by her own clothing.

She was assigned with her partner Sonya Blade to survey the crime scene, although she hadn't really gotten to know her yet.  However, she would get to do so soon, as she was about to undertake her first case as a detective.

Chun-Li awoke on a velvet bed in the high-class hotel room that she and Sonya shared.  That morning, their mission was about to begin.  However, there was no sign of Sonya or her fiery attitude anywhere.  What could have happened to her?

She stood up and looked around, but there was no sign of her blonde companion, so she decided to leave the hotel room they shared and look for her.  However, to her puzzlement, she discovered the door to be locked.  She wiggled the doorknob, but it refused to give way, so she backed up and gave the door a hard, powerful kick, so much so that it ended up cracked in the middle and off its hinges.

Cautiously, Chun-Li walked into the hallway.  The smell of Zygerrian cooking floated into her nostrils, but she was more focused on Sonya, who she discovered at the end of the hallway.

"Sonya?"

"Hello, Chun-Li."  Her partner's voice suddenly sounded icy cold.  Chun-Li stepped forward, only to be warned by Sonya with, "Not another step."

Chun-Li was even more puzzled about Sonya's sudden attitude adjustment than she was about the locked door.  What was wrong with her partner?  "Sonya, what is going on?"

"'What's going on' is, you are the greatest detective in our Agency, and I am always second.  And, no matter how hard I try, you always seem to be better.  But now, that's all about to change."

Chun-Li's heart thudded.  "What do you mean?"

"I 'mean', I'll solve this case, and you'll be dead.  Well, not really.  I'm going to fake your death.  I've arranged for Zygerrian Slave Hunters to come for you today, after which I'll fake your death and then become the best.  Simple."

Chun-Li was shocked at Sonya's envy and greed, not to mention her unremorseful tone of voice during the deliverance of the recent revelation.  "What—?" she breathed, before she'd gotten distracted by the sight of twenty Slave Hunters.  They charged down the hall and shot rope guns, which shot long strings of rope that tangled around Chun-Li's long legs—immobilizing her, trapping her, preventing herself from defending herself or running away.  Despite her escalating predicament, she tried to fight her way, but she was suddenly caught off guard by a small but powerful electrical pulse from their Stun Blasters, after which, she knew no more.

The heavy thud of Chun-Li’s body hitting the carpeted floor echoed down the corridor, followed by the smell of scorched fabric and ozone from the stunners.

Sonya Blade stood over her fallen partner, her expression a mask of cold resolve, although a flicker of hesitation crossed her eyes as she looked at the tangled ropes binding the Interpol detective's famous legs. She quickly masked it, turning to the Zygerrian captain.

"Take her through the service elevator," Sonya ordered harshly, her voice cutting through the heavy aroma of Zygerrian spices wafting from the nearby kitchen. "The tracking dampener is active, so you have about twenty minutes or so before the Agency discovers that her vital scans have dropped."

The hulking lead hunter grinned, his sharp teeth bared in a cruel sneer. "And our payment, Agent Blade?"

"The prize in your hands," Sonya replied, gesturing to the fallen Chun-Li. "Everyone on Coruscant will believe she was killed in action by the local syndicate. The Agency will give me the promotion, you'll get your bounty, and no one will be the wiser."

As the hunters hoisted Chun-Li's limp form, the cold reality of the betrayal hung thick in the air. Sonya watched them vanish into the shadows of the utility exit, leaving behind only a cracked door, a broken partnership, and a high-stakes investigation that was now entirely hers to control. However, faking the death of the World's Strongest Woman was only the beginning, and secrets in the Agency rarely stayed buried for long.

Padmé was taking a shower in her apartment on Coruscant. She had just gotten home from a long day of work at the Senate.  She had been trying to get a bill passed at the Senate.  She'd already had the support of Senators Organa and Farr, but that wouldn't be enough.

As her thoughts continued to linger regarding said bill, she turned off the shower and stepped out.  She then dried off and slipped into her casual clothes. As she walked up to her balcony overlooking the city and stared off into the skyline, her mind began to daydream. She hadn't seen her husband Anakin in over two months. The last time she had seen him, he'd informed her of a mission he'd had on Kiros to locate the colonized Togrutas who had settled there.

Later that night after dinner, she and Anakin had had sexual intercourse together. It was the first time in a while, as she'd rarely gotten a chance to see him anymore. The war had caused him to be away often, and she just wished that the whole Clone War would just come to a close.

Just then, Padmé heard a knock at the door. Awakened from her daze, she went to answer it, opening the door only to find Captain Typho at the threshold, holding his hat in his hands and looking down at the ground.

"I am sorry, Milady, but... I have terrible news, and I don't know how to put it into words."

"Please, come in first, sit down," Padmé said in concern. The two sat down on her couch.

"Senator... I have received word that General Skywalker and Kenobi, along with Commander Tano, were all killed in the line of duty.  We received a transmission from Zygerrian slavers of Skywalker and Kenobi being executed.  Tano's body has not been seen, but Anakin and Obi-Wan were discussing her loss, essentially confirming it.  I'm sorry, Milady."

Padmé was taken aback from the news. Anakin was dead, along with Obi-Wan and Ahsoka? No... It can't be true.  It can't...

And then, she suddenly began to feel lightheaded and collapsed to the floor in a faint.  Her whole world had just been turned upside down.

Chun-Li opened her eyes.  She found herself lying on a small cot in a small cell.  Her legs were bound with rope at the ankles and the knees, while more rope trapped her wrists behind her back in a box tie.  And on top of it all, she was gagged.  In her current condition, she had no way of escaping or getting help.  

What do I do? Chun-Li wondered, scared, as she felt her heart pounding against her ribs.  She'd heard stories of various harems and labor camps having been established here on Zygerria, and figured that Sonya had arranged for her to be placed into one of these compounds.

No, Chun-Li realized, and immediately began to pull and tug in desperation at the coarse rope binding her wrists, grunting and groaning through her gag, but it was no use.  Help!  Somebody help me!  I don't want to become a slave!

Just then, a woman with blonde hair and way too much makeup walked inside.  "So," she said with a thick Zygerrian accent.  "Now we have the beautiful Chun-Li, the World's Strongest Woman, to train as a slave."

Chun-Li pulled and tugged at the ropes binding her wrists again, but it was still no use.  She was trapped.  "I will not become a slave!" she tried to protest, but because of her gag, it instead came out sounding like, "Mmm wmml nmmt bmcmm mmm slmmv!"

"What is that, my dear?" the other woman taunted her.  "I cannot hear you; you seem to have a piece of cloth stuck in your mouth."  She laughed rudely, making Chun-Li's eyes fill with angry tears at being mocked.

The Zygerrian woman strode forward and ran her fingers down Chun-Li's thigh.  Chun-Li tried to move away, but she'd had nowhere to go.

A moment passed, and then the Zygerrian took a step back, speaking again in her heavy accent.  "You are very beautiful, and you shall make a fine slave to serve the great Queen Miraj.  Now, I plan to untie you.  As long as you do as I say, you shall not be harmed.  Are we understood?"

The Zygerrian reached down toward the bound officer and first undid the ropes binding her thick legs.  As soon as she'd done so, Chun-Li stood up and glared daggers at her.  She wanted to beat her down so badly, and she would ultimately get her chance once she was untied.  After the Zygerrian had untied Chun-Li's wrists, allowing her to remove her gag, she prompted her with, "Well?"

But then, on that note, Chun-Li began to get an uneasy feeling of foreboding, as the ensuing shock of the circulation in her wrists and legs slowly returning also allowed her enhanced senses to finally register the sudden tightness that now seized her neck.  Immediately her hands flew up to her throat to discover that a shock collar was now clamped and locked around her neck.  And as such, any and all admirations she'd originally had for fighting her captor had immediately and completely diminished.  She may have been able to handle her normally, but now, with a shock collar on her, she would not even be able to land a single blow.  With this in mind, she decided that the best thing to do for now would be to do as she was told.  At least then, she would avoid any harsh punishment for the time being.  "I will do as you command, Master.  However, I humbly and respectfully request to know your name," she responded meekly.

"Very well.  I am Liv Aust, but you will call me Mistress Liv, or Master.  Understood?"

"Yes, Master," Chun-Li replied in a small voice.

"Very good.  I am glad to see that we are getting off on the right foot.  Now, rest up.  Tomorrow, I will give you your slave garments and set up a meeting with our beloved Queen," Liv informed her, and then strode out of the room.

The cell door slid shut with a heavy metallic hiss, leaving poor Chun-Li alone once more in the dim light of her concrete cage. Her fingers immediately flew to the thick, cold band wrapped around her neck.  She traced the smooth metal until her fingertips brushed against the small, ominous blinking red light of the receiver.

The once proud Interpol officer sank back onto the cot with trembling knees. For the first time in her entire career, her legendary martial arts skills were completely useless. One wrong move, one instinctual high-kick, and Mistress Liv would press a button that could paralyze her instantly.

"Sonya... how could you do this to me?" Chun-Li whispered brokenly, her voice cracking in the empty room.

She stared down at her hands, still raw from the tight ropes. She knew she had to play the long game. If she played the submissive captive, Liv and the other Zygerrians would lower their guard. All she needed now was time—time to study their patterns, locate the master control for the collars, and find a way to signal the Agency—that is, assuming Sonya hadn't completely wiped her files.

As the hours ticked away into the artificial night of the Zygerrian facility, Chun-Li forced herself to breathe deeply, centering her mind. Tomorrow she would be forced into slave garments and paraded before Queen Miraj. For now, he would swallow her pride, endure the humiliation, and wait for the perfect moment to strike. The World's Strongest Woman was not broken yet.

Padmé awoke in her bedroom the next morning.  She got up and went outside her room.  She exited to find Captain Typho standing in the living room.  "I couldn't leave you alone, Milady.  Would you like to attend the Ceremonial Funeral at the Jedi Temple?"

"I think I will, Captain.  When will it be?"

"Later tonight."

"I'll be there."

Later that night, Padmé and Typho attended the funeral of Anakin, Obi-Wan and Ahsoka.  Padmé observed as their coffins descended into the underground chamber of the Temple and were ignited in flames.  She fought to hold back tears as she struggled to come to terms with reality.  She couldn't believe that they were gone.

After the funeral ended, Captain Typho gave her a ride back to her apartment.  "Let me know if you need anything," Typho proposed as he went back outside.

Padmé entered her living room and stared out into the skyline once more.  She couldn't let this stand.  She needed revenge, for the sake of justice, for Anakin and the others.  And, although she wouldn't admit it to herself, to receive the closure that she desperately longed for.

The Next Day

Padmé gathered her things together.  She grabbed a holster from her closet and, from her safe, her old Royal Class Pistol from Naboo, which she slipped into the holster.  She put on a gown that showed off her midriff and slipped on a cloak over it.  She grabbed several hundred credits as well.  She also got her hologram projector disc for emergencies.

She looked out the window, not seeing Typho, which meant the coast was clear.  She headed outside, jumped into her speeder, and drove away.  Within a few minutes, she reached a landing platform where a large public transport was docked.  She threw on her hood and proceeded onwards.  She paid the clerk eighty credits and boarded the ship.  She was now on her way to Zygerria.

Two days later, the ship exited hyperspace and was in orbit of Zygerria.  The ship touched down on a landing platform on the outer wall of the city. Padmé left the transport and proceeded to enter the Slave Empire of Zygerria.

When Chun-Li awakened from her uneasy sleep in the cell she now occupied, she saw Liv standing over her bed, this time accompanied by a female Togruta, who, like Chun-Li herself, also wore a shock collar around her neck.

This Togruta had a curvy orange-skinned figure, with white tattoos painted on her face.  Her Lekku was blue-and-white-striped and tumbled past her breasts, which were around a D-Cup.  Her thighs were rather thick, but of relatively short stature.  She wore a gold akul-tooth headdress, while sporting several expensive rings and bracelets on her wrists and fingers.  Her garments consisted of a blue tube top that covered her breasts while leaving her midriff and back exposed, and a long blue skirt with a large slit at the right leg and traveling all the way up to her waist.  The skirt was equipped with two blue loincloths that were roughly the same length, and two gold bracelets adorned her ankles to complete the ensemble.  To Chun-Li, the Togruta's extravagant look reminded her somewhat of an extraterrestrial genie.  

"Who are you?" Chun-Li asked of the Togruta.

"I am Ahsoka, and that is all that should concern you!" she snapped in reply.

"Actually, Chun-Li," Liv suddenly cut in, "I decided to bring Ahsoka along with me today to show you what happens when anf if anyone tries to fight back.  Once, young Ahsoka Tano here was a headstrong and powerful Jedi, but now, she has also become a concubine of the great Queen Miraj, with absolutely no remembrance of her former self."

Chun-Li gulped fearfully as all of this slowly sank in, and it only further enticed her to do as she was told.   Meanwhile, Liv had just placed the new slave outfit on the bed and seated herself in the corner, ordering Chun-Li harshly with, "Now, get dressed."

Chun-Li observed the new outfit.  It was a blue bikini that covered her rather skimpily.  It also had a golden hair type to push her hair back, along with two aqua-ring bracelets.  The outfit lacked any form of skirt with slits or otherwise, totally not like the current outfit she wore.  Not to mention, there were no shoes whatsoever.  While she preferred her current clothes, she decided to do as she was told, and so, she stripped down directly in front of Liv and Ahsoka and dressed herself in the new garments.

"Splendid!" Liv praised her. "Now follow me; I have set up your meeting with the Queen."  Then she shifted her gaze to Ahsoka, who raised a hand and nodded reassuringly.

"Go on ahead, Liv.  I'll catch up in a moment," Ahsoka told her.

On that note, while leaving Ahsoka behind at her request, Liv led Chun-Li through the Zygerrian palace until they reached the throne room.  "This is now where I depart," Liv informed the other woman as she strode out of the room.  Then Chun-Li heard the Queen—Miraj—speak, in a thick, commanding voice.

"Come, Young One."

Nervously but obediently, she approached Queen Miraj and knelt down, with a guard standing at her left, and one at her right.

Padmé traveled down the dank alleyways of Zygerria, passing by countless slavers and their powerless slaves.  They were of a multitude of races.  There was, of course, a healthy amount of Twi'leks, but there were also many Togrutas.  This wasn't a good sign, because Anakin was sent to investigate and rescue the Togrutan people of Kiros.  The fact that so many remained signaled that he must have failed in that mission.

Padmé continued on until she reached the Zygerrian Palace.  She took out a pair of binoculars and scanned the area.  It appeared that the Queen's throne room was on the uppermost floor.  Padmé took out her Naboo blaster, equipped with a grapple cable.  She proceeded to get under the balcony that corresponded with the Queen's throne room and formed the line upward.  The cable latched on to the banister and Padmé used it to elevate herself up.  She pulled herself over the balcony and holstered her blaster.  Then she took her cloak off and tossed it to the side.

She surveyed the room and discovered two Zygerrian Guards and the Queen.  However, she also noticed a woman on her knees.  She was wearing a blue bikini and had pale skin.  She also had insanely large legs, thicker than any Padmé had ever seen.

Padmé took this chance to remove her blaster from its holster and hide behind a piece of furniture.  She eyed the guards and then quickly stood up.

"I hear you have been very cooperative so far, my dear slave," Miraj told the captive Chun-Li.  So I have no worries that—"

Suddenly, a blaster was fired twice, its shots killing both of the guards.  Then, a beautiful human woman ran into the open, with her weapon, which appeared to be of Naboo origin, pointed at the Queen.

"Where are the Jedi, you monster?!" the woman demanded.

Miraj merely laughed and told this human that the Jedi were dead, mostly.

"Dead?  What is that supposed to mean?!" Padmé demanded.

Suddenly, the door behind her opened.  In walked a Togruta wearing a blue tube top along with a single translucent loincloth to cover her front end.  She was also wearing a pair of blue five-inch open-toe heels and a gold akul-tooth headdress, as well as a shock collar.  Padmé turned around and gasped.

"AHSOKA, IS THAT YOU?!"

Ahsoka smirked and then laughed. "Ahsoka is no more."  She removed an Electro-Whip from her waist and slashed it at Padmé.  It wrapped around her wrist causing her to drop her pistol.  Ahsoka activated it, causing electricity to course through Padmé's veins.

"No!  Please, Ahsoka!" Padmé wailed in anguish as she fell to her knees, gazing pleadingly at the other slave with the massive thighs. "You!  Please!  Help me!"

Chun-Li watched with trembling legs as Ahsoka continued to electrocute the newcomer with her whip, causing her to fall to her knees and drop her blaster as electricity coursed through her body.  In desperation, the overpowered female turned toward Chun-Li pleadingly and begged for her help.

However, Chun-Li fearfully took a step back.  She knew that if she intervened, she would also be punished, and Ahsoka would show her no mercy.  As such, she decided not to help as this intruder was electrocuted gradually into unconsciousness.

"Excellent work, Ahsoka," Queen Miraj praised as Ahsoka replaced her whip onto her waist.

"Just earning my keep around here, Majesty," Ahsoka responded, detached and emotionless.

"Now, both of you, get this Naboo trash out of my sight!" the Queen snarled, glaring at the fallen woman.

"Yes, Your Greatness," Ahsoka responded dutifully with a curt nod, shifting her gaze to Chun-Li and ordering her harshly, "You!  Pick her up and follow me.  The Queen has set up a nice room.  We will take her there."

Chun-Li’s hands shook as she reached down to pick up the unconscious woman’s dropped blaster. She carefully holstered the weapon, keeping her eyes glued to the floor to avoid meeting Mistress Ahsoka’s cold, unfeeling gaze. The sheer terror of the shock collar on her own neck, combined with the brutal display of Ahsoka's electro-whip, had frozen any heroic instincts left within the World's Strongest Woman.

"As you wish, Mistress Ahsoka," Chun-Li murmured, her voice barely a whisper in the echoing throne room.

With her famous leg strength now completely subdued by fear, Chun-Li used her upper body strength to lift the limp Naboo freedom fighter over her shoulder. The blue bikini slave outfit offered no protection against the cold stone floors as she began to carry the heavy weight out of the grand chamber, following the quiet nods of the remaining palace guards.

As she walked down the long, gilded corridors of the Zygerrian palace, the reality of her situation truly sank in. This newcomer from Naboo obviously knew Ahsoka from before—from a time when Ahsoka was a legendary Jedi Knight, and not a brainwashed concubine. If Chun-Li could find a way to break through Ahsoka's programming, or if this new prisoner had a hidden starship or communications array, they might actually stand a chance at escaping this nightmare. But first, she had to follow orders and get the woman safely to her cell without triggering the wrath of either Mistress Liv or Queen Miraj.

Padmé awoke within a velvet bed in a luxury bedroom.  She looked around and felt her neck to discover a shock collar.  She had also had all of her clothes removed.  She was about to get up when she realized the door was opening.  Ahsoka entered the room.

"Ahsoka, why are you doing this?" she whispered pleadingly.

"Oh, sweet Padmé, you will learn your place," Ahsoka hissed in response.  "The pathetic Republic and Confederacy no longer concern me, for now, I have found my calling.  Queen Miraj has treated me well, so now, I serve her faithfully.  And you will learn to do the same."

Padmé was taken aback by these statements.

"My body has been perfected," Ahsoka went on as she ran her fingers down her midriff.  "And as I told you before, you will learn your place—and I will be the one to put you in it!"

And then, with a push of a button on a small remote box, Ahsoka activated Padmé's shock collar, throwing the captive Senator into a fit of terrible pain, after which she climbed on top of Padmé and ran her fingers through her hair.

"You will be a wonderful prize, Padmé, and I can hardly wait to start breaking you," Ahsoka cooed before pressing the button again, deactivating Padmé's collar.  "Nighty-night."

Two days had passed since Chun-Li had taken the new woman—learned to be named Padmé, after she'd overheard a conversation between Ahsoka and Mistress Liv—to her new room.  Today, she wished not only to bring her some new clothes, but also to try to give her some advice.

Carrying the clothes with her, she entered Padmé's living quarters, causing the other woman to start and sit up in bed apprehensively.

"Do not be alarmed," Chun-Li told her as she approached.  "I came to give you your new clothes."  She laid said clothes on the foot of the bed and then turned back around for the door.

"Wait!" Padmé suddenly uttered, causing Chun-Li to stop short.  "Why didn't you help me back there, and who are you?"

Chun-Li sighed and responded with a backward glance.  "I am Chun—Chun-Li.  And the reason I did not help you earlier is, I knew I would be punished had I tried."

Padmé gazed at her quizzically.

"If you want to stay alive around here, you must do as you are told," Chun-Li explained.  "And also, if you want to stay sane, you must do as you are told.  Should you remain in the good graces of those in charge here, you will not suffer their wrath."

"So, you're also a slave," Padmé murmured softly and sadly, and Chun-Li nodded solemnly in response.  "Isn't there a way for us to fight our way out?"

"No—that is the one thing that we cannot, and must not, do," Chun-Li instantly objected.  "I saw the look on Mistress Ahsoka's face as she was shocking you into unconsciousness.  She has obviously been completely brainwashed, and apparently, after many various attempts to fight back.  And now, there is not even an inkling of her former self left.  So as of right now, our only hope for survival is to stay off the processing radar."

"Very well, Chun-Li," Padmé responded as she lay back down.  "I'll heed your advice while I'm trapped here.  Keep in touch, OK?  As of now, you have my trust."

"Farewell, Padmé," Chun-Li whispered softly as she quietly left Padmé's room.

Padmé lay in the bed in her room for hours, undisturbed.  Then she roseand approached the clothes at the foot, left behind for her by Chun-Li.   After getting dressed, she stared at her reflection in the mirror.

She now wore two purple loincloths that measured about three feet long individually and covered both her front and rear ends while attached to a gold waist band.  She also wore a gold-ring bracelet on each of her wrists.  However, she was not given any kind of undergarments, or even a shirt.  All she had left were two black tape circles to cover her nipples, so she used them to do so.

Her loincloths were all she had to cover her lower extremities, since she had no underwear.  She was, however, given a pair of black pointed-toe flat shoes.

She gazed down at herself, now clad in the disgraceful outfit.  She was disgusted with her current situation, but she now had to make do.  And so, having dressed herself, she lay back down in her bed and closed her eyes.

The hours bled together in the quiet confinement of the room. Padmé lay perfectly still, the strange friction of the tape circles and the light weight of the purple loincloths a constant, humiliating reminder of her new reality. Every instinct screamed at her to tear the disgraceful garments off, but Chun-Li’s warning echoed clearly in her mind. "If you want to stay alive around here, you must do as you are told."

She forced her breathing to slow, channeling the diplomatic composure she'd used in a hundred or so Senate sessions. However, in the eyes of the Zygerrians, she was no longer a politician or a freedom fighter; she was merely an asset. But, an asset that was underestimated could look, listen, and learn.

The heavy door to her quarters suddenly hummed, the electronic lock sliding open. Padmé didn't move, keeping her eyes closed to feign sleep, but her ears strained to catch every sound.

"Get up, Naboo," a harsh Zygerrian guard barked, stepping into the room. "Mistress Liv wants you inspected before the evening festivities. Now, move it!"

Padmé opened her eyes, swallowing her pride as she stepped off the bed. The black pointed-toe flats clicked softly against the floor as she stood straight, keeping her gaze downcast just as Chun-Li had advised. She would play their game for now, waiting for the moment when the Zygerrians' arrogance would finally trip them up.

Chun-Li slipped back into the hallway, the heavy door locking behind her with a definitive click. Her heart pounded against her ribs. Giving advice to another prisoner was a massive risk, but seeing Padmé's willingness to listen brought a tiny shred of comfort to her grim reality.

As Chun-Li walked down the corridor, the soft slap of her bare feet against the cold floor reminded her of how much she had lost. She was no longer a proud Interpol detective in her signature blue qipao. She was a captive in a skimpy bikini, completely at the mercy of the Zygerrians. Yet, a small spark of her old detective brain was still working. Padmé trusted her now. If they both kept their heads down and played the part of obedient servants, they might find a flaw in the palace security.

Before Chun-Li could lose herself deeper in thought, the familiar, icy voice of Mistress Ahsoka echoed from around the corner.

"Ah, Slave, there you are."

Chun-Li immediately froze, dropping her gaze to the floor and folding her hands politely in front of her. Ahsoka strode into view, her electro-whip coiled tightly at her hip.

"Queen Miraj requires your presence in the banquet hall tonight," Ahsoka commanded, her face devoid of any kind of warmth or sign of original memory. "We are hosting a gathering of high-ranking hunters, and you will be serving the drinks.  Should you perform well, the Queen may reward you.  But, should you spill one single drop, I shall personally remind you of your place. Are we understood?!"

"Yes, Mistress," Chun-Li replied meekly, keeping her voice entirely submissive while her mind raced. A banquet meant high-ranking guests, crowded rooms, and potentially a distracted security detail. It was the most dangerous assignment yet, but it was also her first real look at the palace's inner workings.

The grand banquet hall hummed with the cruel laughter of high-ranking slave hunters and Zygerrian elites. Chun-Li moved carefully through the crowd, her bare feet moving silently as she carried a heavy, loaded serving tray. The skimpy blue bikini offered no comfort against the cool draft of the room, but she kept her composure, offering drinks with the utmost professionalism.

"Your wine, sir," Chun-Li said softly, bowing her head politely to a hulking hunter.

"Hey, look at this one!" the hunter roared, nudging his companion. "The 'World's Strongest Woman,' acting like a proper, submissive maid. Where is all that legendary fire, girl? Say 'Please' one more time!"

A nearby Zygerrian snickered and deliberately stuck his foot out.  And Chun-Li, caught off guard by the sudden movement while trying to maintain her submissive posture, immediately tripped and lost her balance entirely, crashing face-first onto the hard floor directly into a full serving tray. Plates shattered, and dark wine and sticky exotic juices spilled all over her hair, her face, and her skimpy blue outfit. The entire banquet hall erupted into mocking jeers and ruthless laughter.

"Pathetic!" a cold, sharp voice cut through the noise.

Chun-Li looked up, wiping wine from her eyes, to see Mistress Ahsoka standing over her. The Togruta's face was twisted in absolute disgust.

"You are totally incompetent!" Ahsoka berated her, her voice echoing over the amusement of the guests. "Our Great Queen demands and expects flawless service, and here you are, wallowing on the floor like the lowliest of animals!  You are a disgrace to this entire palace, Slave!"

On that note, something inside Chun-Li finally snapped. The humiliation of her betrayal by Sonya, the degradation of the bikini outfit, the mockery of the guards, and now the harsh insults from this brainwashed Jedi had pushed her completely past her limit. Fear of the shock collar evaporated, now replaced by pure, unadulterated rage.

With a fierce cry, she lunged upward from the floor, tackling Ahsoka around the waist. The two women crashed hard into a nearby banquet table, sending cups and food flying everywhere as the elites scrambled back in excitement.

A chaotic, brutal catfight erupted in the center of the hall. Chun-Li grabbed Ahsoka by her lekku, pulling her down, while Ahsoka snarled, clawing at Chun-Li’s face and tearing at the golden ties in her hair. They rolled across the slick, wine-stained floor, trading wild slaps, hair-pulls, and furious scratches. Ahsoka reached for her electro-whip, but Chun-Li pinned her wrists, wrestling fiercely against the former Jedi as the Zygerrian guests cheered and placed bets on the sudden, violent spectacle.

But then, a moment later, a sharp, agonizing buzz suddenly cut through the roar of the crowd as a Zygerrian guard slammed his thumb down on the remote transmitter.

At the same time, the restraint around Chun-Li’s neck activated, delivering a sharp pulse that immediately overwhelmed her senses. She gasped as the sudden sensation disrupted her focus, causing her to lose her footing and drop her defensive stance. Screaming in desperation and struggling against the mechanism, she reached up, her fingers grazing the metal band in a futile attempt to loosen it.

Unfortunately, the shock intensity of Chun-Li's restraint gradually increased, while the room began to spin as her strength faded.  The sounds of the banquet hall grew muffled and distant.  Unable to resist the physical strain any longer, her movements slowed, and she slumped to the floor, blacking out.

Meanwhile, Ahsoka stood up and composed herself, looking down at the now-still detective. The guards moved in to secure the area, crowding around Chun-Li and reaching down to lift her into their arms, in order to move her back to the detention area.

From the edge of the banquet hall, Padmé had watched the entire chaotic spectacle unfold in absolute horror. Seeing Chun-Li collapse to the wine-stained floor, helpless and unconscious, sparked a wave of defiance that overrode her own fear. Forgetting her disgraceful purple loincloths and her lack of a weapon, the former senator bolted past the cheering crowds and threw herself directly between the approaching guards and poor Chun-Li's limp body.

"Stop it! Stop this at once!" Padmé commanded, her powerful, diplomatic voice cutting through the remaining murmurs of the room. She held her hands up, palms out, shield-like, shielding the fallen Interpol detective.

The Zygerrian guards halted, caught off guard by the sheer audacity of another slave stepping forward, their hands still resting heavily on the collar remotes. Mistress Ahsoka, smoothing down her ruffled garments and rubbing her bruised wrists, glared at Padmé with icy, unblinking hostility.

"Step aside, Naboo," Ahsoka hissed, her electro-whip humming dangerously at her side. "Unless you also wish to be placed in the punishment blocks."

Padmé swallowed hard, forcing her trembling knees to lock. She looked directly into Ahsoka's blank eyes, searching for even a glimmer of the brave Jedi Padawan she used to know, before turning her gaze to the upper balcony where Queen Miraj sat watching with amused curiosity.

"Your Majesty, please hear me!" Padmé pleaded, raising her voice so the entire hall could hear. "I beg of you, do not punish her any further. Chun-Li and I are entirely new to your world. We do not understand the customs of the Zygerrian Empire, nor did we comprehend the absolute flawless perfection expected here in Your Majesty's grand court!"

She took a deep, calculated breath, tailoring her words to feed the Zygerrians' immense vanity. "Chun-Li did not attack Mistress Ahsoka out of malice toward the crown, Majesty; she was simply overwhelmed, confused, and deeply ashamed of her own clumsiness. We are outsiders, and all we ask for is the mercy of time to learn your ways, so that we may serve you properly, as Your Greatness so greatly deserves."

A heavy silence fell over the banquet hall. The guests looked up toward the throne, waiting anxiously for the response.  Would the Queen would order both women executed on the spot, or would Padmé's desperate gamble at diplomacy buy them at most another day of survival?

Another suspenseful moment passed before Miraj rose from her throne and uttered her verdict.  "Very well, Naboo," she affirmed.  "She will be spared this once.  However, if she puts another single toe out of line, you will both have to answer to me."

Her gaze shifted to Ahsoka as she commanded the Togruta, "Ahsoka, have them locked up together.  And starting tomorrow, you shall be personally responsible for seeing that the unruly one and that Naboo behave.  We cannot afford to allow or condone any more disruptive and atrocious conduct from any other slaves in this respectful harem."

With a rigid posture that unnerved Padmé as she eyed her former friend, Ahsoka bowed low before Miraj and responded with a dutiful and emotionless, "Yes, Majesty."

On that note, the brainwashed Ahsoka glanced back at Padmé, who gazed pleadingly at her in response.  But then, for a mere fleeting moment, Padmé could swear she'd suddenly detected a minuscule change in Ahsoka's gaze, making her ask in her mind, Ahsoka?  Are you trying to come back?

However, that spark of hope that Padmé had for Ahsoka's memory returning had been quickly extinguished when the Togruta herself scooped up the fallen Chun-Li in a cradle carry, and then glared back at Padmé, ordering harshly, "Well, don't just stand there, Naboo!  Follow me!"

With a resigned sigh, Padmé nodded silently and walked after Ahsoka, following her to the cell blocks.

The heavy iron door of the maximum-security cell slammed shut, the electronic locks sealing with a definitive, absolute thud.

The room was bare, containing only a single wide stone slab for a bed and a tiny high window looking out onto the red-tinted Zygerrian sky. Ahsoka had roughly dumped Chun-Li onto the floor before locking them in, leaving Padmé alone to tend to her.

Padmé immediately knelt down on the cold stone, her purple loincloths brushing against the dust as she pulled Chun-Li’s head into her lap. The Interpol detective’s breathing was shallow, and her skin felt clammy. The blue bikini outfit was still stained with dried wine and grime from the banquet hall floor, and a faint, dark burn mark lingered on the skin just beneath her silver shock collar.

"Chun-Li, please wake up," Padmé whispered urgently, gently patting the martial artist's cheek. "Come on, open your eyes."

With a sharp, ragged gasp, Chun-Li’s eyes flew open. She instantly bolted upright, her hands flying to her throat as she choked back a sob of pure panic. The memory of the agonizing electricity tearing through her nervous system was fresh, and her muscles violently trembled.

"Easy, easy! You're safe, it's over," Padmé said quickly, wrapping her arms around Chun-Li’s shoulders to steady her.

Chun-Li looked around the dim cell, her eyes wide with confusion before settling on Padmé. "What—what happened? Did they turn it off?" Her voice was entirely stripped of its usual authority, sounding broken and small.

"Queen Miraj spared you," Padmé explained softly, keeping her grip tight to comfort her. "I spoke out. I told them we were just ignorant outsiders who didn't understand the customs. Miraj ordered us locked up together, but we're on thin ice. Ahsoka has been personally tasked with ensuring we behave from now on."

Chun-Li hid her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking as she wept quietly. The absolute humiliation of the catfight, the physical agony of the collar, and the realization that she was completely helpless crushed her spirit. "I shouldn't have snapped," she whispered through her fingers. "You warned me, and I snapped. Now I've dragged you down into this with me."

"Hey, look at me," Padmé urged, gently pulling Chun-Li’s hands away from her face. "You didn't drag me down. We are alive. That means we still have a chance. But you were right before—we have to play their game perfectly now. Ahsoka is going to be watching our every move."

And then, as if on cue, the viewslot on the heavy cell door slid open. The blank, unfeeling eyes of Mistress Ahsoka peered in at them, checking on her new charges before the long, grueling training of Queen Miraj's newest servants was set to begin the next morning.

Outside the heavy door, Ahsoka walked away down the corridor, her hand pressing against her temple. A sharp headache throbbed behind her eyes, accompanied by brief flashes of a desert planet, a brilliant blue Lightsaber, and the laughing face of a young Jedi Knight. She shook her head violently to clear the images, forcing her expression back into a cold, blank mask before resuming her patrol.

Back inside the cell, the air felt thick with a sudden, fragile hope. Padmé helped Chun-Li sit back against the cold stone wall, the blue bikini outfit scraping against the rough surface.

"She remembered something," Padmé whispered, her voice barely audible so the hallway guards wouldn't hear. "When I looked into her eyes back in the banquet hall, and just now, through the slot... her blank look cracked for a fraction of a second. That Zygerrian programming may be strong—but it's not perfect."

Chun-Li rubbed her sore neck, avoiding the cold metal of the collar. The physical pain from the shock was fading, replaced by the calculating focus of an Interpol detective. "If we can keep triggering those memories, we might be able to break her out of it completely. But we have to be incredibly careful. If Liv or Miraj notice Ahsoka acting strangely, they’ll just re-process her brain, or worse."

"Yes," Padmé agreed, adjusting the purple loincloths around her waist as she sat beside Chun-Li. "Tomorrow, when she arrives to begin our training, I'll try to use specific names or phrases from our past. We just need to stir up the right memories, create the perfect catalyst to shatter the hold they have on her."

Chun-Li nodded, a spark of her old defiance returning to her eyes. "We play the part of perfect, submissive slaves by day. But every time Ahsoka looks at us, we remind her of who she really is. Let's get some rest. Tomorrow, the real fight begins."

Meanwhile, light-years away at the Agency headquarters back on Coruscant, the sleek metallic doors of the briefing room slid shut. Sonya Blade stood alone in front of the central holoterminal, her fingers hovering over the glowing interface. Her heart hammered against her ribs, but her face remained an unreadable mask of military discipline.

She took a deep breath, inserted her high-level clearance key, and began typing out the official mission log.

INCIDENT REPORT: OPERATION RED SAND
AGENT LOG: S. BLADE (ID: 0492-OMEGA)
SUBJECT: AGENT CHUN-LI (INTERPOL DETACHMENT)

STATUS: KILLED IN ACTION (KIA)

SUMMARY:
During a scheduled reconnaissance sweep of the local syndicate's high-class hotel safehouse, Agent Chun-Li and myself were ambushed by an overwhelming number of heavily armed hostile forces. The perpetrators have been identified as an extremist cell of local Zygerrian mercenaries.

Despite tactical evasive maneuvers, Agent Chun-Li was cornered in the primary corridor.  Hostiles deployed high-output heavy ordnance, causing a catastrophic structural failure of the floor layout.  Subject sustained direct, lethal plasma fire before falling through the collapsed infrastructure. 

Due to immediate threat of asset wipeout and advancing enemy reinforcements, retrieval of the body was impossible. I was forced to perform an emergency tactical retreat via the service shafts.

CONCLUSION:
Agent Chun-Li fought with honor. Recommendation: Posthumous Agency Star.  Case file 44-B remains open under my sole command.

Sonya paused, her thumb hovering over the flashing [SUBMIT REPORT] button. For a split second, the image of Chun-Li's panicked, betrayed face flashed in her mind. She thought about their partnership, the battles they had won together, and the deep bond they had forged.

This is the only way, she told herself, hardening her resolve. I was always destined to be number one. They’ll never find her on Zygerria anyway.

And with a decisive strike, she pressed the button. The data packet encrypted and shot up into the Agency’s mainframe, locking the lie into stone. To the rest of the galaxy, Chun-Li was a fallen hero. To Sonya, the path to the top was finally clear—but the weight of the secret was already starting to settle heavily on her shoulders.

The electronic lock hummed loudly as the heavy cell door slid open, letting the harsh morning light of the Zygerrian palace flood the dim room. Mistress Ahsoka strode inside, her electro-whip securely coiled at her hip and her expression completely blank and rigid.

"Awaken, slaves," Ahsoka commanded sharply, her voice devoid of any warmth. "Your training starts today, so stand up, and prepare yourselves."

Chun-Li and Padmé rose quickly from the stone slab. Chun-Li kept her gaze respectfully fixed on the floor, adjusting her stained blue bikini to maintain her submissive posture. Padmé stood beside her, her purple loincloths brushing against her legs, but instead of looking down, she fixed her eyes directly on the Togruta's blank face.

"Mistress Ahsoka," Padmé began softly, her diplomatic voice carrying a deliberate, rhythmic weight. "Before we begin, I was thinking about the concept of purpose. About... what drives an individual to stand up in the first place."

Ahsoka stopped pacing, her posture tensing slightly. "Silence!" she snapped at her.  "You are here to learn obedience, not to speak of purpose!"

However, the persistent Padmé then took one careful step forward, keeping her hands open and non-threatening. Locking eyes with the former Jedi, she began to speak exact words she remembered from a shared past, invoking a conversation that had happened a lifetime ago, on a distant battlefield.

"Suit yourself, Ahsoka," Padmé quoted quietly, imitating the exact, confident tone of the young Jedi Knight that they were both very close to and very familiar with, while watching Ahsoka's eyes closely and intently. "I don't see why you won't listen to me."

Ahsoka froze. Her hand, which had been resting on the handle of her whip, began to tremble. A sudden, sharp pain flared behind her eyes as this specific phrase echoed in her mind, triggering an immediate response as it slowly began to resurface.

"I—" she began in a hoarse, hesitant whisper, before deciding to complete the memory, though her voice retained the detachment resulted from her Zygerrian brainwashing.  "I do listen, Master.  I just... hate being treated... like a youngling."

Chun-Li's gaze shifted upward, though her head remained lowered toward the floor, listening to Padmé as she again deepened her voice slightly, adopting the confident tone of the familiar Jedi Knight once more. "You must be patient.  What are you trying to prove, anyway?"

On this note, a cold sweat began to break out across Ahsoka's forehead. The rigid, blank mask on her face began to fracture, revealing a profound, terrifying confusion. The palace walls seemed to blur, replaced by the holographic dust and smoke of the Battle of Christophsis.

"That—" Ahsoka whispered, her icy posture breaking as she instinctively took a step back, her voice suddenly losing its Zygerrian detachment and sounding incredibly young. "That I'm—that I'm not too young... to be a Padawan."

Chun-Li’s head snapped up, her detective instincts flaring as she witnessed the breakthrough. The memory had successfully pierced right through the Zygerrian programming and now seemed to be starting to encourage the true Ahsoka Tano to fight her way back to the surface.

With this realization now outed, Chun-Li took the fleeting breakthrough as her cue, cautiously stepping forward to seize the moment, her blue bikini rustling slightly. Her detective training and sharp intuition told her that she and Padmé could be on the verge of a complete breakthrough. "Ahsoka... please remember.  Remember... Aayla," she urged softly, adding her voice to Padmé's.

Ahsoka clutched her head with both hands, dropping to one knee on the cold stone floor. Her electro-whip clattered uselessly against the ground. "Aayla..." she gasped, her breath catching in her throat as the barrier in her mind fractured completely. "Aayla—Aayla... Secura."

Again, the grand walls of the Zygerrian palace dissolved from her vision, replaced by the humid, vibrant, and dangerous jungles of the planet Maridun. She was no longer a mindless palace concubine. She was a young Padawan again, injured, confused, and talking to a wise, blue-skinned Twi'lek Jedi Master under the canopy of alien trees. The memories flooded back in vivid, overlapping echoes:

"It's forbidden for Jedi to form attachments, yet we are supposed to be compassionate," a younger Ahsoka's voice echoed in her mind, filled with the anxiety of losing her master, Anakin, on a battlefield.

Aayla Secura’s gentle, calm voice answered back clearly, cutting through years of Zygerrian brainwashing: "It is nothing to be ashamed of, Ahsoka. I went through the same process when I was your age, with my own master."

"Really? You?"

"He was like a father to me. I realized that, for the greater good, I had to let him go."

Ahsoka squeezed her eyes shut as the emotional weight of her true life crashed into her.  Now she remembered it all.  She remembered the Clone Wars.  Anakin, her master, her big brother.  Padmé, the kind senator who had always looked out for them.  And, most importantly, who Ahsoka Tano truly was.

And when she opened her eyes again, the blank, icy stare was entirely gone. In its place was the fierce, determined spark of a Jedi Padawan. She gazed up at Padmé and Chun-Li, her hands trembling not from a headache, but from absolute horror at what she had been forced to do.

"Padmé..." Ahsoka breathed, her voice cracking as she quickly stood up and retrieved her whip. "Chun-Li... I—I remember.  I remember everything.  What did they do to me?!"

The heavy cell door suddenly slid wide open, and Mistress Liv stepped into the room, her eyes narrowed in immediate suspicion. Her thick Zygerrian accent filled the cramped space. "Ahsoka! What is going on in here? Why are you on your knees?"

But, as Chun-Li and Padmé watched Ahsoka, her expression remained calm and clear. The Jedi training she had finally reclaimed was now keeping her mind sharp and her reflexes steady. And before turning to face the Zygerrian handler, she caught Padmé and Chun-Li's eyes, sharing a quick, secret wink with them.

"Sorry," Ahsoka whispered, her voice barely a breath. "Gotta make this look good."

And then, in a flash, Ahsoka spun around, her face instantly hardening back into the cold, blank mask of the palace concubine. She rose to her feet and smoothed down her garments, adopting a rigid military posture.

"Forgive me, Mistress Liv," Ahsoka barked, her voice perfectly mimicking her previous brainwashed tone. "These two slaves were attempting to resist their morning discipline. I had to personally bring them to heel, which required a temporary physical exertion."

Liv looked past Ahsoka, her gaze sweeping over Padmé in her disgraceful loincloths and Chun-Li in her stained blue bikini. Both women quickly dropped their gazes, playing along perfectly with the submissive act. Satisfied, Liv sneered. "Very good.  Carry on, then, and insure that they do not forget their place."

Ahsoka stepped closer to Liv, leaning in slightly to drop a calculated piece of misinformation that would throw the entire palace into chaos. "But know this, Mistress Liv. My sweep of their logs and their sudden defiance suggests something far more dangerous. There's a mole in here, and she's running loose."

Liv’s eyes widened with sudden alarm, her arrogant demeanor cracking. "A mole? In the Queen's palace? Who?"

"As of now, I am tracking them," Ahsoka lied flawlessly, using the distraction to buy them all time. "However, I require full access to the security grid to isolate the traitor before she can sabotage the shock collar network."

Liv narrowed her eyes suspiciously as she gazed directly into Ahsoka's eyes, but Ahsoka herself responded with her own cold gaze, causing Liv to recoil slightly and hiss a reply of, "All right.  I grant you that access.  But, whatever you have to do, be swift, and be careful!"

"Of course, Mistress Liv," Ahsoka responded dutifully with a bow, and Liv immediately turned on her heel and walked away, making the young Jedi exhale in relief.  "Whoa, that was close," she muttered to herself as she headed back inside the cell with Padmé and Chun-Li and pulled the door to until it firmly shut again.

Back at the Coruscant Agency headquarters, Sonya Blade walked down the dimly lit corridor of the sub-basement archives. The heavy, false report she had filed yesterday weighed on her mind, but she kept her jaw clenched and her shoulders straight. She had just reached for the handle of her private locker when a cold, unmistakable voice echoed from the shadows behind her.

"Going somewhere, Agent Blade?"

Sonya froze, her muscles instantly tensing into a combat-ready stance. She spun around to find Major Jackson "Jax" Briggs and Interpol Commander Guile standing right in her path. Jax had his cybernetic arms crossed over his chest, his face set in a grim, unreadable expression. Guile leaned against a concrete pillar, his piercing eyes locked onto hers with absolute suspicion.

"Major. Commander," Sonya responded, forcing her voice to remain steady and professional. "I didn't hear you come down. I was just packing up after finalizing the report on Operation Red Sand."

"Yeah, about that report," Jax said, stepping forward. The heavy metallic hum of his cybernetic limbs sounded loud in the quiet hallway. "The tech boys just finished running a deep scan on your tactical gear. Your vital monitors show a normal heart rate during the supposed 'catastrophic firefight,' Sonya. And your armor doesn't have a single scratch from plasma fire."

Guile stepped out of the shadows, tapping a digital data pad in his hand. "Furthermore, Chun-Li's Interpol tracking beacon didn't fail due to an explosion. It was systematically deactivated from an internal Agency override codes—your override codes, Sonya. Care to explain how a Zygerrian mercenary managed to steal your personal encryption keys?"

The air in the room turned entirely ice-cold. Sonya's heart hammered against her ribs, the reality of her betrayal collapsing in on her. She was backed against her locker, facing two of the most dangerous operatives in the Agency, and her carefully constructed lie was completely unraveling.

"Whoopsie—cat's outta the bag," Sonya muttered under her breath, deciding to drop all pretense.  And then, with a cynical smirk, she snatched a smoke bomb from her tactical belt, and slammed it onto the concrete floor.

A thick, choking cloud of grey smoke erupted instantly, blinding Jax and Guile and setting off the corridor's overhead alarms. "Sonya, don't do this!" Jax roared through the haze, his heavy cybernetic boots echoing as he lunged toward her last known position. Guile shielded his eyes, coughing as he tracked the sound of running footsteps cutting through the fog toward the ventilation shafts.

Sonya sprinted down the maintenance hallway, her heart pounding as red emergency lights flashed against the walls. She immediately knew that the entire facility would be on lockdown in under sixty seconds—and her escape window was gradually closing with each passing second. Her career, her reputation, and her freedom were all completely gone—and now all she had left was her survival instinct.

She vaulted over a security barricade and headed straight for the underground hangar bay. If she could hotwire an active long-range dropship, she could disappear into the outer rim before the Agency locked down the airspace. But Jax and Guile were already hot on her heels, their voices echoing through the intercom grid: "Alert!  Rogue agent Sonya Blade is loose in the compound!  Last seen headed for underground hangar bay!  Initiate total lockdown!  Seal all exits!"

Back inside the dim Zygerrian cell, the air was tense but filled with a new, fierce determination. Ahsoka stood near the heavy iron door, keeping her ears tuned to the hallway while Chun-Li and Padmé stood close by. The blue bikini on Chun-Li and the purple loincloths on Padmé were still symbols of their captivity, but the submissive looks on their faces had vanished completely.

"She bought the story," Ahsoka whispered quickly and confidently, turning back to the two of them. "I'm guessing the palace guards will now be scrambling to check the outer perimeters. Meanwhile, I myself have a limited window of security clearance before they realize that everything is still totally normal."

Chun-Li rubbed her neck, her fingers lightly tapping the cold metal of her shock collar. "Then if we're going to move, it has to be now. Can you disable our collars?"

"Not remotely," Ahsoka replied grimly. "I'm afraid the Master Override Frequency is being broadcast from a central terminal inside Queen Miraj’s private war room. If I try to tamper with the sector grids from a standard hallway console, it'll trigger an automatic failsafe, and instantly shock all of us."

"In that case, we go to the war room," Padmé decided, her diplomatic posture returning as she adjusted her bracelets. "With the guards distracted looking for an imaginary mole, the inner sanctum will be lightly defended.  Ahsoka, you can pretend you'll be moving us to a more secure location for interrogation."

"Exactly," Ahsoka agreed, a true Jedi smirk returning to her face. "But, if we encounter Liv or Miraj, you two will still have to play the part. If either of them suspects that I've broken their programming, then this whole plan will all be for nothing."

Chun-Li nodded, taking a deep breath and letting her shoulders slump, instantly falling back into the meek, broken posture of a submissive slave. Padmé followed her lead, dropping her gaze to the floor. Ahsoka uncoiled her electro-whip, letting it buzz lightly against the floor to make the scene look authentic, before hitting the door release. The heavy iron slab slid open, and the three women stepped out into the chaotic, flashing red lights of the palace corridors.

Just then, another sound came from down the corridor ahead of them, cutting through the low hum of the palace's flashing red emergency lights while causing all three of them to tense in apprehension.

"Ahsoka!"

Ahsoka froze on the spot, her hand tightening around the grip of her electro-whip. Behind her, Chun-Li and Padmé instantly collapsed back into their submissive roles. Chun-Li dropped her head, letting her hair shield her face as she adjusted her stance in the skimpy blue bikini. Padmé folded her hands meekly over her purple loincloths, her eyes glued to the cold stone floor.

And then, as if on cue, she appeared—Liv.

She strode out from a intersecting hallway, her sharp Zygerrian features twisted in suspicion. She looked at the three of them, her gaze lingering on the tight metal bands around the captives' necks.

"Where are you taking those prisoners?" Liv demanded, her thick accent dripping with authority as she stepped closer. "The palace has been placed on high alert for the traitor. All slaves are ordered to be locked down in the lower detention blocks, not paraded through the upper levels."

Ahsoka took a deep breath, forcing her body to relax as she turned around to face her former handler. She let the true Jedi warmth vanish from her eyes, replaced instantly by the cold, unfeeling mask of the brainwashed concubine.

"I am merely executing a direct tactical relocation, Mistress Liv," Ahsoka lied flawlessly, her voice smooth and robotic. "My initial sweep of the security grid suggests the mole has access to the lower sector ventilation shafts. Leaving high-value assets like the Naboo and the Interpol operative in the lower cells places them at risk of a forced breakout."

She gestured sharply toward Chun-Li and Padmé with her whip. "I shall be moving them to the holding cells adjacent to the Queen's war room for secondary interrogation. Should the traitor attempt to contact them, they will be trapped in a secure bottleneck."

Liv narrowed her eyes, stepping up until she was mere inches from Ahsoka, trying to read any sign of deception on the Togruta's face.

Chun-Li sensed the heavy tension in the air. She knew that if Liv pressed any further, Ahsoka’s cover would blow, and they would all be doomed. Dropping to her knees on the cold stone floor, Chun-Li looked up at Liv with wide, fearful eyes, playing her part to perfection.

"Mistress Liv, we beg of you," Chun-Li whined meekly, her voice trembling as she shrank back in her skimpy blue bikini. "Do not let the traitor get to us. Mistress Ahsoka is only trying to protect the Queen's property. We will be perfectly good slaves, we promise!"

Liv looked down at the legendary martial artist groveling at her feet. Seeing the once-proud Interpol detective so thoroughly broken and submissive completely stroked her massive Zygerrian ego. The suspicion in her eyes melted away into arrogant satisfaction.

"Hmm. Very well. Carry on," Liv replied with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Ensure that they are securely locked down, Ahsoka. I must now return to the security sweep."

"Yes, Mistress," Ahsoka barked rigidly.

Then, Liv turned on her heel and strode quickly down the corridor, her heavy boots fading into the distance. The moment she vanished around the corner, Chun-Li scrambled back to her feet, wiping the forced tears from her eyes as Padmé let out a massive sigh of relief.

"Wow, that was incredibly close," Padmé whispered, her heart pounding against her ribs as she smoothed down her purple loincloths. "Brilliant acting, Chun-Li."

"Let's not get comfortable yet," Chun-Li cautioned in a low voice, her detective focus returning as she adjusted her hair ties. "The Queen's war room is right around the next bend. Let's move before anyone else interrupts us."

Ahsoka nodded silently, ushering them quickly down the gilded hallway toward the heavy blast doors of Queen Miraj's private war room—the place where their freedom was finally within arm's reach.

The hangar blast doors hummed loudly as they began to slide shut, but Sonya was already halfway across the metal catwalk.

"Hold it right there, Blade!" Jax’s booming voice echoed through the massive hangar. He and Guile burst through the emergency exit, weapon barrels aimed directly at her. "Don't take another step or else!"

Sonya stopped at the edge of the platform, looking down at the sleek, stealth dropship resting in the launch bay below. She turned back to face her former allies, her expression hardening despite the sweat rolling down her face. "Jax, how long have you known me?" she asked softly.

Before Jax could answer, Sonya raised her wrist gauntlet and fired a precise, high-intensity laser blast straight into the overhead ceiling. The beam struck the primary water main and thermal sensors, instantly triggering the hangar's heavy-duty emergency sprinkler system.

Hiss!

An absolute deluge of high-pressure water rained down across the entire hangar bay, completely blinding the automated targeting systems and creating a dense, freezing downpour.

"Of course she picks 'or else'!" Guile yelled, wiping a sheet of water from his face as his vision was completely obscured by the torrential spray.

Through the roaring curtain of water, Jax lunged forward, his heavy cybernetic arms sweeping through the rain to grab her, but Sonya had already vaulted over the safety railing. She dropped through the downpour, landing hard on the wing of the dropship below. She scrambled into the open cockpit, her fingers frantically entering the override codes to spark the ship's hyperdrive engines to life.

The sleek dropship’s thrusters roared to life, vaporizing the falling water into a thick cloud of steam as the vessel lifted off the hangar floor.

"Sorry, boys, it's been a blast, and here's another one for old time's sake!" Sonya's voice crackled mockingly over the hangar's open comm channel. "Main engine engage!"

With a deafening boom, the ship blasted out of the hangar’s open launch aperture, streaking into the upper atmosphere like a shooting star.

Guile slammed his fist against the metal railing, watching the ship’s exhaust trail vanish into the clouds. "Great! Now we'll never catch her!"

"We don't need to catch her," a calm, accented voice suddenly rang out from the shadows of the command console.

Jax and Guile spun around as the blonde, large-braided Cammy White stepped forward, casually tossing a small, glowing green microchip into the air and catching it with a smirk.

"Cammy?" Jax asked, his mechanical brow furrowing in surprise.

"Sonya won't get far without this," Cammy explained, holding up the component. "This navigation chip controls the hyperspace drive. If she activates it, she'll barely crawl past Naboo."

Jax let out a low whistle, a massive grin breaking across his face. "Genius."

"I'll send an intercept team to Naboo's landing strip to capture her once she's forced to land," Cammy said, her expression turning strictly professional. "In the meantime, I suggest you work to find Chun-Li."

"We're all over it," Guile assured her.

High above the cloud layers of the galactic capital, Sonya leaned back in the pilot’s seat, a cocky grin plastered across her face. The sleek dropship rumbled beneath her, pure power waiting to be unleashed.

"So long, Coruscant," Sonya scoffed, gripping the hyperdrive lever. "Next stop: Anywhere!"

She slammed the lever forward, expecting the stars to instantly stretch into long, blinding lines of hyperspace light. Instead, the thrusters let out a pathetic, sputtering whine, and the ship merely drifted forward at an agonizingly slow sub-light crawl.

Sonya froze, her grin vanishing. She aggressively pumped the lever back and forth. "What the—? Why am I not speeding up?!"

She violently slapped the dashboard, her fingers flying across the diagnostic monitors. The console screen flashed a bright, warning red, and the ship's calm, synthetic automated voice filled the cockpit.

"Error: Navigation Chip not loaded," the computer chimed smoothly. "Hyperdrive function unavailable. Sub-light propulsion insufficient for deep-space travel. Rerouting to nearest gravitational well for emergency landing. Destination: Planet Naboo."

Sonya stared at the empty master tech slot on her dashboard, her blood running cold. Cammy White. It had to be. She must have authorized that Deep Scan on my gear!

"Blast it all!" Sonya screamed in rage, slamming her fists onto the steering yoke.  "I hate this whole stupid Republic!"

She was completely stranded in the slow lane, moving at a snail's pace directly toward a world deeply connected to the Galactic Republic. Her flawless escape had just become a slow-motion trap, and she was flying directly into whatever ambush the Agency was setting up for her.

Ahsoka’s fingers were a blur, flying fluidly and effortlessly across the digital keypad of the war room’s reinforced blast doors. With a heavy electronic hiss, the massive metal slabs slid open, revealing Queen Miraj's private tactical sanctuary. The room was cast in an eerie blue glow from a massive holographic map floating above a central terminal.  "We don't have much time," she whispered urgently, ushering Chun-Li and Padmé inside. "As soon as these collars turn off, we make a run for it."

While Ahsoka dashed straight for the master control terminal to input the override frequencies, Padmé’s eyes scanned the room's perimeter. Her diplomatic attention to detail paid off. Nestled beneath a display of traditional Zygerrian electro-whips, she spotted a small, concealed wall compartment with an irregular lock. Remembering a trick that Anakin had once shown her regarding imperial safes, she reached out and slid the hidden panel wide open.

"Huh?" Padmé gasped, her eyes widening. Inside the velvet-lined recess sat a familiar, sleek metallic cylinder. "Hey, Ahsoka! I think you could use this."

With a swift motion, Padmé snatched the weapon and tossed it across the war room.  Ahsoka looked up just in time, her Jedi reflexes kicking in as she caught the inactive Lightsaber hilt flawlessly in her palm. The weight of the metal felt incredibly right, grounding her completely back into her true identity. A brilliant, confident grin broke across her face.

"Between you and me, Padmé," Ahsoka said, her voice filled with her old, rogue spirit, "I say, and how!"

Beside them, Chun-Li stepped up to the terminal, her body tensing with anticipation. The blue bikini and the purple loincloths wouldn't matter anymore. The moment those silver bands around their necks went dark, the Zygerrian empire was going to find out exactly what happens when you cross an Interpol detective, a Naboo senator, and a fully armed Jedi Padawan.

Sonya's sleek Special Forces dropship shook violently as it breached Naboo’s upper atmosphere, with its sub-light engines sputtering due to the lack of a proper navigation chip. She fought the steering yoke, forcing the uncooperative vessel down through the clouds until the elegant, green hills and domed architecture of Theed came into view. With a harsh screech of metal against stone, the ship skidded across an isolated, grassy landing strip, finally groaning to a complete halt.

She exhaled tensely, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and slapped the door release. Then she stepped down the ramp, her boots sinking into the soft Naboo grass. She scanned the perimeter, checking her wrist gauntlets, ready to find a black-market mechanic.

"Hello, Agent Blade.  Going somewhere?"

A calm, crisp British accent cut through the afternoon breeze, causing Sonya to freeze on the spot, because, stepping out from behind a line of elegant Naboo pillars was Cammy White, her signature red beret perfectly straight and her arms crossed tightly over her tactical vest. And flanking her were four heavily armed Royal Naboo Security Guards, their blasters raised and locked onto Sonya’s chest.

"Cammy," Sonya hissed, her jaw tightening as she realized she had flown straight into a perfectly laid trap. "Should have known you'd be behind the navigation glitch."

"You underestimated your colleagues, Sonya," Cammy retorted coldly, stepping forward as she drew a pair of high-tech stasis cuffs from her belt. "And, you let your envy blind you.  Major Briggs and Commander Guile have already authorized your immediate detachment from active service."

Cammy walked up to the rogue operative, her piercing blue eyes showing zero sympathy for her former ally. "Sonya Blade, you are hereby under arrest for treason, filing a fraudulent operational report, and premeditated and unauthorized abandonment of an Interpol officer in hostile territory.  Men, secure her."

Before Sonya could even think about throwing another smoke bomb, the Naboo guards stepped in, stripping her of her wrist gauntlets and pinning her arms behind her back. Cammy snapped the heavy cuffs into place around Sonya's wrists with a definitive, metallic click. The path to the top that Sonya had tried to steal through betrayal had officially led her straight into a prison cell.

Chun-Li stood tense, her eyes fixed on the flashing digital interface. "How's it coming along, Ahsoka?"

"Almost got it," Ahsoka muttered, her fingers flying across the glowing console keys as she bypassed the final Zygerrian encryption layer.  "Just need another second, and our collars will deactivate."

"I'm afraid you don't even have that long... Little Mole."

The regal, icy voice echoed from the shadowed entrance of the war room. Queen Miraj stood beneath the archway, her golden staff resting in her hand, flanked by a dozen heavily armed elite guards with their blasters raised and aimed.

However, Ahsoka didn't even blink, muttering under her breath, "Uh-oh. Cat's outta the bag." And then, with a sudden, decisive strike, she slammed her hand down onto a glowing green button on the terminal, shouting, "Disengage!" as her command reverberated through the high interior of the war room, up to the ceiling.

Click!  The tight metal bands around Chun-Li and Padmé’s necks hissed, their ominous red lights instantly winking out. The heavy silver collars unlocked and clattered heavily onto the stone floor.  And for the first time in days, Chun-Li felt her chest expand fully, with the terrifying threat of the electricity now completely gone.

"Chun-Li, Padmé, get to the transport bay," Ahsoka ordered, her voice bursting with Jedi authority as she stepped between them and the guards. "I'll catch up."

"You don't have to ask twice," Chun-Li responded, as she then grabbed Padmé by the hand and the two of them took off in a sprint out the unguarded exit

Then, after a firm nod to herself, and with a sharp snap-hiss, Ahsoka ignited the brilliant green plasma blade from the Lightsaber hilt she held, casting a vibrant emerald glow across the metallic war room. She twirled the newly activated weapon into a classic reverse-grip combat stance, her eyes locked onto the Zygerrian monarch.

"You wanna make a run for it, Queenie?" Ahsoka taunted with a sharp smirk. "Now's your chance!"

The elite guards fired a coordinated volley of red blaster bolts into the center of the war room, but Ahsoka was already a blur of movement. Her green plasma blade hummed through the air, deflecting the lethal energy beams straight back into the guards' blasters, exploding the weapons in their hands and sending them scattering.

"Imbeciles!" Queen Miraj hissed. She threw off her royal cloak, revealing flexible, lightweight battle armor, and drew a specialized, heavy-duty electro-whip from her waist. With a swift snap of her wrist, the metallic lash uncoiled, crackling with arcs of dangerous, high-voltage purple electricity. "You are nothing but an ungrateful pet, Tano!"

Miraj lunged forward, swinging the electro-whip in a wide, vicious arc. The electrified cable snapped through the air, aimed directly at Ahsoka’s legs.

Ahsoka vaulted high over the sweeping lash, her Jedi acrobatics completely unhindered by her ceremonial garments. She came down hard, swinging her Lightsaber in a powerful downward strike. Miraj, anticipating the move, blocked the glowing plasma blade using the reinforced, energy-resistant hilt of her whip. The clash of plasma against Zygerrian technology threw a shower of blinding sparks across the holographic tactical map.

"You took my mind, Miraj," Ahsoka snarled, pressing her weight into the blade lock, her eyes burning with fierce determination. "But I got it back. And I'm gonna shut your slave ring down!"

Miraj smirked, using her physical leverage to disengage and kick outward. Ahsoka parried the foot, but Miraj used the momentum to spin, snapping her whip upward to catch Ahsoka off guard. The crackling tip of the lash grazed Ahsoka's shoulder, sending a sharp jolt of static electricity through her, causing her to grit her teeth in pain.

"This is my empire!" Miraj shouted, aggressively pressing her advantage with a barrage of rapid whip strikes. "You will kneel before me again!"

However, Ahsoka quickly recovered, centering herself in the Force. Instead of backing away from the sweeping whip, she stepped into the danger zone, utilizing her smaller frame and superior speed. She dodged a lethal vertical snap, twisted her body, and sliced her lightsaber upward in a swift, clean arc.

The green blade of her Lightsaber severed the power core right out of Miraj's whip handle. The purple electricity instantly died, leaving the Queen holding nothing but a useless piece of smoking metal. Before Miraj could even gasp, Ahsoka spun and delivered a powerful, Force-assisted roundhouse kick straight to the Queen's chest, sending the Zygerrian monarch crashing hard against her own tactical terminal, completely knocked out.

Ahsoka deactivated her Lightsaber with a satisfying hiss and clipped it to her belt. "Long live the Queen," she muttered, before turning on her heel and sprinting out into the corridor to join Chun-Li and Padmé at the transport bay.

The heavy blast doors of the transport bay slid open, revealing a hangar packed with Zygerrian patrol vessels, starfighters, and dozens of alert palace guards.

"There they are! Secure the slaves!" the lead guard roared, raising his blaster rifle.

Padmé, clad in her purple loincloths, quickly dived behind a stack of metal cargo crates. Her eyes scanned the bay until she spotted a sleek, unguarded Naboo-style courier vessel resting on a landing platform near the exit aperture. "Chun-Li! That ship over there! We can hotwire the entry ramp!"

"Get to the cockpit! I'll buy you some time!" Chun-Li shouted back.

With the agonizing shock collar finally gone from her neck, the legendary fire of the Interpol detective returned in full force. Chun-Li sprinted directly into the fray, her bare feet moving with explosive speed. She leaped into the air, her skimpy blue bikini rustling as she unleashed her signature Spinning Bird Kick. She upside-down whirled through a cluster of three guards, her powerful, freed legs striking their helmets with cracking force and knocking them unconscious.

She dropped back to the floor, instantly transitioning into a rapid flurry of lightning-fast kicks. "Hyakuretsukyaku!" she cried out, her legs blurring as she pummeled a hulking hunter backwards into a weapon rack.

Despite her incredible martial arts skills, the sheer volume of the enemy was overwhelming. Five more guards rushed her from the side, pinning her arms with heavy metal riot shields. Two more aimed their high-powered stunners at her chest. Chun-Li struggled fiercely against the weight of the shields, her muscles straining, but she was pinned down and heavily outnumbered. "Padmé, hurry!" she called out, gritting her teeth.

Suddenly, the reinforced glass window of the upper observation deck shattered inward into a million sparkling shards.

Ahsoka Tano erupted through the debris, dropping down from the ceiling like a striking raptor. Her brilliant green lightsaber ignited with a fierce snap-hiss, illuminating the entire hangar bay in a vibrant emerald glow. She stuck her palm out, unleashing a massive wave of Force energy that sent the guards pinning Chun-Li flying across the metal floor.

Ahsoka twirled her Lightsaber into her signature reverse grip, landing gracefully right in front of the Interpol detective. She looked back over her shoulder with a confident, cocky smirk.

"You mess with one member of the Republic," Ahsoka declared, her voice echoing powerfully over the roar of the hangar engines, "you have to take on all the Republic!"

Just then, the sleek Naboo courier vessel’s sublight engines whined with increasing power, the internal cooling vents glowing a bright, vibrant blue. Padmé’s fingers sprinted across the pilot console, flipping a sequence of switches to bypass the Zygerrian hangar override protocols.

"This ship better get at least two million miles to the gallon," Ahsoka quipped, sprinting up the closing entry ramp and clipping her deactivated Lightsaber back onto her belt. "Coruscant's not just a stone's throw away from here."

Chun-Li slid into the co-pilot seat beside Padmé, her bare feet pressing firmly against the deck plating as she gripped the side restraints. The blue bikini was still stained, but the absolute determination on her face belonged entirely to a top-tier Interpol operative.

"Punch it, Padmé!" Chun-Li yelled, looking out the viewport as a fresh squad of palace reinforcements scrambled onto the hangar floor below, blasters raised.

"Hang on to your lunch, you two!" Padmé warned, a classic Naboo pilot's grin breaking across her face.

She slammed the twin propulsion throttles completely forward. The ship didn't just lift; it launched. A crushing wave of g-force slammed all three women back into their seats as the courier vessel rocketed out of the Zygerrian transport bay, leaving a massive shockwave of displaced atmosphere behind them.

The palace quickly shrank into a tiny golden speck against the harsh red landscape of the planet below. Within seconds, the crimson sky transitioned into the deep, black void of space, dotted with billions of distant stars.

"Setting coordinates for the mid-rim," Padmé announced, adjusting the navigation computer as the star charts stabilized on her screen. "We'll need to drop out of hyperspace near Naboo first to check our fuel and ensure the palace fleet isn't tracking our signature."

Chun-Li let out a long, deep breath, her muscles finally relaxing as she looked out at the peaceful vacuum of space. "Good. Because according to the Agency intel I gathered before Sonya betrayed me, Naboo is exactly where a certain rogue Special Forces agent is being forced to land. It's time to settle the score."

Back at the Special Forces Agency command center, the massive tactical holoterminal hummed with a fresh influx of encrypted deep-space telemetry. Guile’s fingers flew across the glowing interface, filtering out the atmospheric static of the Mid Rim. Suddenly, a bright blue spike illuminated the screen.

"Jax, I've got something," Guile called out, his voice sharp with sudden urgency. "I'm picking up Chun-Li's biorhythm, en route for Naboo."

Jax leaned over the terminal, his cybernetic shoulders whirring softly as he stared at the flashing telemetry data. A massive sigh of relief escaped his chest. "Good news. That means the kid's alive."

"That depends," Guile countered, his brow furrowing as he zoomed in on the ship's proximity sensors. "She is on that ship going to Naboo... but she's not alone."

Jax’s smile vanished, his bionic hands clenching into tight fists. "What do you mean? Are the Zygerrians transferring her? Is it an execution squad?"

"No, the ship's signature is standard Naboo registry, but the energy readings inside the cockpit are completely off the charts," Guile explained, tapping a sequence of keys to isolate the internal biometrics. "I'm detecting three distinct life signs. One is Chun-Li. The second matches the genetic profile of a missing Republic Senator. And the third... the third is emitting a massive concentration of localized plasma energy. It looks exactly like a Jedi signature."

Jax let out a low whistle, shaking his head in sheer disbelief. "Looks like Chun-Li didn't just survive—she went and built herself an absolute powerhouse of a rescue squad. Signal Cammy down on the Naboo landing strip immediately. Tell her to clear a platform and roll out the welcome mat. The World's Strongest Woman is coming home, and she's bringing some serious backup."

"Agent White... What? You found her?... Great work, Commander. I'll be there personally to welcome her."

Cammy lowered her communicator, a cold, triumphant smile playing across her lips as she looked over at the captive Special Forces agent.

"Welcome who?" Sonya demanded, her voice sharp with sudden panic. She twisted against the heavy stasis cuffs binding her wrists, but the Naboo royal guards held her firmly in place.

Cammy stepped up to her, her green eyes boring into Sonya’s. "You've got some explaining to do. Especially to the officer you tried to write out of the picture."

Sonya's face drained of all color, her arrogant composure completely shattering. "What? Chun-Li's still alive?!"

"Don't sound so pleased!" Cammy snapped back, her tone dripping with absolute disgust. "After all, I'm not the one who tried to off her and make it look like an assassination."

Right on cue, a loud, thunderous roar echoed through the Naboo sky. A sleek, silver-domed courier ship broke through the clouds, its sublight thrusters firing to decelerate. The vessel angled gracefully toward the grassy landing strip, touching down with flawless precision just fifty yards from where Cammy and the guards stood.

As the ship’s engines whined down to a quiet hum, the main hydraulic entry ramp began to lower. Sonya watched in absolute horror as the thick steam cleared, revealing the unmistakable silhouette of the World's Strongest Woman as she stepped out into the sunlight.

Chun-Li stepped down the silver ramp, her bare feet pressing into the soft green grass of Naboo. The stained blue bikini and missing shoes were a stark testament to the ordeal she had just survived, but she walked with the absolute authority of a top Interpol operative, with her eyes locked firmly and directly onto Sonya Blade.

Sonya actually took a step back, her jaw dropped in a mixture of disbelief and genuine fear as her cuffs rattled.  "Chun-Li... I..." she stammered, all of her cold military confidence completely evaporating.

"Do me a favor, Sonya, and spare me the false remorse act," Chun-Li cut her off, her voice dangerously calm but laced with pure steel. "I heard every word you said back in that hotel hallway. You traded my life to slave hunters just to secure a promotion. You wanted to be number one so badly that you threw away our partnership, our honor, and everything our Agency stands for."  She stepped directly into Sonya's personal space, looking down at her traitorous partner. "The Zygerrians tried to break me, but it takes a lot more than a shock collar and a cage to stop the World's Strongest Woman. As of now, your little game is officially over."

Behind Chun-Li, Padmé and Ahsoka walked down the ramp together. Padmé adjusted her gold bracelets over her purple loincloths, her diplomatic poise completely intact, while Ahsoka casually rested a hand on the lightsaber hilt clipped to her belt.

Cammy White’s eyes widened slightly in surprise as she looked at the two newcomers, immediately stepping forward to greet them. "I am Agent Cammy White of Delta Red. May I ask who you are, and how you came to be traveling with our operative?"

"Padmé Amidala, Senator of Naboo," Padmé introduced herself, her voice carrying its natural commanding warmth. "And this is Jedi Padawan Ahsoka Tano.  Both of can fully vouch for everything Chun-Li has been through."

Ahsoka nodded, her eyes flashing with a fierce protective spark as she looked toward Sonya. "Your rogue agent back there left Chun-Li completely defenseless in a Zygerrian slave palace. She was subjected to public humiliation, a brutal shock collar, and locked in a maximum-security block. If it weren't for Chun-Li's tactical restraint and absolute bravery, none of us would have made it out of Queen Miraj's throne room alive."

"She acted with the highest honor," Padmé added firmly, turning her gaze back to Cammy. "She protected us, and she helped break the brainwashing holding Ahsoka captive. Agent Chun-Li is a hero. As for Sonya Blade, she officially belongs in a containment cell."

Cammy listened intently, her expression hardening as the full weight of Sonya's crimes was laid bare by a Republic Senator and a Jedi Knight. She turned to her guards and gave a sharp, definitive nod. "Take Blade away. Separate transport, maximum security."

As the Naboo guards roughly marched a silent, defeated Sonya toward the security vehicles, Cammy walked over to Chun-Li, offering a respectful salute. "Welcome back, detective. Let's get you three some proper clothes and a secure transport back to Coruscant. You've more than earned it."