"Well, that's what we're going to fix."

"Good. I wanna help."

"Excellent. What are you good at?"

"Lotsa stuff. I like ships and mechanics and fighting and I really really like the Force."

"Want to help me with the jammer net?"

"Sure!"

She leads the way out of the docking bay. "What do you know about slavery in Hutt space?"

"It's bad."

"Well, yes. But I meant how it's enforced. Every slave has an explosive planted on them somewhere, so that the masters can detonate it if they escape or rebel. The jammer net blocks the signals to the bombs."

"That's mean of them. I wanna help with jammer nets."

"Slavers never shy away from meanness."

"Yeah. Even just being a slaver's mean."

"Very much so. One of our holidays translates to 'the Reckoning of the Masters.'"

Nod. "That sounds like a good holiday."

"It's very good. Do you want to hear some stories?" 

"Sure!"