She turns, enraged. "You dare?" she bellows.

"I suggest you consent to hear my ultimatum," he says mildly.  His hands are clasped behind his back, near where he's concealing his lightsaber under one of the gaudy shawls he's put on for the occasion.

Her hands flex, and she eyes him. "Speak, worm," she demands. "Gardulla will hear your useless prattle."

That was actually easier than he expected.  "You have committed crimes against the Galactic Republic and against the dignity of thinking beings," Qui-Gon says.  "In specific, I am referring to your trafficking in slaves and your conduct toward them.  My people are remedying the wrongs you have done to the extent that it is possible.  I do not intend to give you leave to ever commit such crimes again.  There are two ways this may be accomplished."

"As if I would bow to one like you."

"I am giving you the opportunity to confess to your crimes and be sentenced formally," Qui-Gon says.  "I would work to make sure you are treated fairly.  But I won't bring you on board my ship if you refuse to come quietly.  It would endanger people I am obliged to protect.  You would have no mourners on Coruscant, mighty Gardulla."

"Coruscant has no jurisdiction, Jedi. The Hutts are sovereign - and I have broken no law of ours."

"I don't think much of a legal code that permits torture or trafficking in slaves," Qui-Gon says.  "As a matter of simple practicality, the courts will try you and sentence you if I bring you before them with a confession of your crimes.  You would be allowed to live out your life, without the ability to hurt anyone else, but in relative comfort.  The other option, your excellency, is that I kill you right now, in this room.  It's that that I don't believe Coruscant would mourn."

"You think you could fight your way through every one of my guards?"

"I wouldn't need to," he says.  "My people already control this facility.  But in any case, it would not be of much significance to you what happened to me after I killed you."

She regards him, her eyes narrow, expression more enraged than fearful.

"Are you stalling, your excellency?" Qui-Gon says.  "In the unlikely event that your guards manage to breach this room, I will be able to kill you before they stop me.  But I would not like it to come to that."

She snorts. "You Jedi are soft. Weak. What are you to the Hutts but tiny flies?" She tilts her head. "But if your threat is as good as you promise... I will concede. I am no fool, and even a fly may sting at times."

She smiles, thinly. "But know this, little Jedi: your Republic's core has already rotted to a dark pit. Gardulla will outlast your precious Order, your vaunted moral law - and the only pity I feel is that you won't live to see it."

"I will be disappointed if that is so," he says levelly.  "Would you like to record your confession now?"

"I see no reason to delay, little Jedi."

He retrieves, from a pocket, a handheld holorecorder, and activates it.

She repeats the crimes he wishes her to confess to, evenly, gaze never wavering from him. She adds no embellishment, makes no attempt to justify herself.

He beeps off the holorecorder once she's done.

"Thank you for your cooperation, your excellency."

She sneers at him.

"Now, we wait."  For Anakin to finish her job.

Anakin is doing pretty well, she thinks - she's successfully mind tricked all the guards (...with only a few close calls), no one was at imminent risk of dying or in the murder gardens, and enough of the older slaves recognized her to sort of trust her. (It helps that they're probably dead if they stay. Terrifying murder children become a lot less terrifying when your alternative is Gardulla.)

She gets them onto one of the big enough ships - she has no problem stealing from Gardulla - and disables the ship's tracking devices.

Then - slip back to the control room, dodge the increasingly frantic computer workers, slip into the (already logged in, hah) seat of one of the consoles, and enter the password she put on the door controls. She only gets the (unguarded) door to the room Qui Gon and Gardulla are in open - though she's keeping to the spirit of the 'no death' challenge, so she sets a timer to open just the doors in five hours so no one gets stuck where they'll starve.

Then she hops down and heads back to the ship, whistling cheerfully once she's away from people.

She'll wait to take off until Qui Gon and Gardulla have boarded Qui Gon's speeder - theoretically some guards could still get over here, she wasn't able to perfectly shut down the corridors between Qui Gon and the bay, so she doesn't want them knowing that there's something suspicious going on.

Qui-Gon lets his senses wash over the facility, keeping one mind's eye on the position of the guards that could theoretically intercept him and Gardulla.  He moves purposefully but not over-quick, keeping up the image of someone who's already won.  They reach his speeder without any problems; he lets Anakin know they're on the move, and departs out into the desert, toward the ship.

She takes off, laughing, her ship following in his wake.

None of the guards manage to mount a pursuit before they've reached their destination.

Time to get off Tatooine.

Kelié's magnificent star-yacht docks with the ship Anakin stole while they're both in orbit.  Qui-Gon sets his apprentice Obi-Wan Kenobi, and a few of Kelié's guards, to keep watch on Gardulla in her room.

He and one of her pilots go to speak with Anakin, wearing the first genuine smile he's worn in a good while.