...Hutt Cartel? Is that another political polity, or more like a gang? Can she get an idea of what political reactions might be like if, let's say, someone claiming to be an unaffiliated Force user took all their slaves?

(Jet is actually a lot worse than Wiccan at this 'politics and thinking things through' thing in some ways; it's probably fortunate for local stability that she's not the teleporter.)

The Hutt Cartel is a gang the size of a political entity. They control a sizable swathe of territory in the western Mid and Outer Rim, and are perhaps the major player in the galactic underworld. The Hutt Cartel used to be the Hutt Empire, in fact, but that was a long, long time ago.

The Cartel would be angry enough to place a sizable bounty on whatever person did such a thing. The Empire would likely have a similar reaction, perhaps escalating up to military force, depending on whose slaves were taken. The Republic would applaud such an action, but might or might not offer any sort of material support.

Argh, people. Wiccan is also almost certainly not reliable enough at magic yet to survive pissing off that big a group... Although... Is this civilization at all capable of, let's say, striking at someone who teleported a galaxy over? Jet has no idea if Wiccan's teleport has a range, but she thinks it's mostly a 'can actually identify where she's going' sort of thing.

There are no recorded extragalactic expeditions. Conventional wisdom holds that extragalactic travel is impossible, due to abnormal boundary conditions in hyperspace.

Some good news, at least. And if that kind of travel's impossible or at least hard it makes sense the two galactic powers would eventually start getting snippy over expansion opportunities...

Do they have any kind of images of or details on other galaxies?

Telescopic observation. Given the impossibility of reaching them, it's of academic interest only.

Something to poke Wiccan about in the morning.

She spends the rest of the night researching the Hutt Cartel, and also if anyone has accounts of what happens to people with high bounties.

The Hutt Cartel has their stubby little fingers in just about every unsavory pie one can think of. Slaving, pirating, smuggling, racketeering, gambling, extortion... You name it, they do it. The Republic tolerates their activities less than the Empire does, but still has some form of diplomatic relations with them.

People with high bounties tend to get bounty hunted. The exception that proves the rule, of course, is the famous story of Tyresius Lokai, a Devaronian scam artist who racked up over half a billion credits in bounties before disappearing. It's possible he's still alive, as none of the bounties have ever been credibly claimed. Bounty hunting is apparently a thriving cottage industry, with the undisputed kings of the trade being the Mandalorians. The Mandalorians are a collection of mercenary clans, tied together by an honor warrior culture and a perpetual search for the next good fight.

Do bounty hunters have to actually acquire an intact body? The selection of problems they're going to have will look very different if bounty hunters couldn't just try to atomize wherever they think Wiccan is.

(Jet is confident in her own ability to win fights with almost anyone sharing an atmosphere with her, though she acknowledges she can be surprised while out of acceleration. And Wiccan's whole 'we don't need masks, I'll just make a spell so they can't identify us' worked on most people back home, so ambushes should less likely than they might otherwise be... Especially if they take any secret identity precautions whatsoever.)

Depends on the terms of the bounty, if the target is wanted dead or alive. Even dead usually requires proof. Some Hutts are fond of heads on floors.

Yuck.

Wiccan will probably say they shouldn't rush in on this, because Wiccan suddenly developed 'common sense' around age fourteen... She's kind of curious what Cipher Nine's going to say about their plans actually...

Speaking of, it's probably nearly morning? Jet doesn't get sleepy while she's accelerated, but she's feeling enough exhaustion to indicate it's been hours real-time and probably close to a day her-time.

Hard to tell from inside the windowless locked room, really.

What time does the computer think it is, especially compared to when they got here? (She has no idea if Wiccan synced the computers to local time - if not they're probably using familiar hours.)

It has been about ten hours, according to the computer.

Ugh that's still believably before the cut-off for 'next morning.' Though give it a few more, and she's going to start pestering Wiccan about a break-out. Silently. Because of the fucking cameras. 

Speaking of, Wiccan sits up behind her, yawns, and reaches out to drape herself over Jet.

"Jet, why are you awake," she whines, leaning into her teammate. "Go to sleep."

"I slept earlier," she mutters. Nevermind that it wasn't much, and she's been in (moderate) acceleration a lot.

"You're gonna make your sleep phase disorder thingy worse you know. Do I have to sit on you?"

"I don't need a lump on me to sleep - get off - "

No Wiccan is the limpet here, see.

She crawls on top of Jet enough Jet's forced to lean back or lose balance. "I'm not gonna stop until you lay down you know."

"Pest."

Still, she leans back.

And angles her tablet above her.

"Nope! No read, only sleep cuddles." Wiccan grabs the tablet out of her hands, now firmly on top of her teammate.

"Ugh. Fine."

And she lays down, and argh she really is exhausted...

She kind of half drifts off. 

And Wiccan twists into a more comfortable position, still cuddling, checks the time, notes Jet's going to be restless to get going once she wakes, and settles in to watch some more local equivalent of soap operas.

(She'll start seeing if 'the entire Holonet' includes 'local encrypted communication' when the fourteen hour mark passes.)

Thirteen and a half hours after she closed it, Cipher Nine opens the door again.

"Sorry I'm late."