"Figured I could help with coordinating whatever other slaves are escaping. Seize the controls of the chips, steal a ship... It'll be complicated, there's several backups on the range limitors on the implants and Gardulla's not above taking us down with her, but, well."

"This entire thing is complicated."

"Would you leave the others?" she asks. "If you got the opportunity to escape on your own."

"Yes. Without hesitation, and I wouldn't look back."

Grin.

"Well then..."

"What does your gut say about hiding the purchase of a slave from the Interstellar Banking Clan, when one of them is funding your trip?"

"...Don't even try."

"Just hide the slave's survival."

She laughs.

"He'd believe it of me, too."

"How much for you?"

She examines Palpatine, then...

Names a price.

One well within the fund she has for personal entertainment from her inheritance - something she hasn't actually touched while she's been here.

She's sucked up to Gardulla more, and the Hutt likes haggling, so - it'll help her errand, too, and once she has the codes - 

It occurs to her she might have what she needs to screw with Gardulla's ability to control her slaves. And glitches and slave revolts aren't unbelievable...

She knows more than a bit about that.

Wonderful. 

She nudges the last few dominoes into place, sets them to teetering on their edges...

And then it's time to leave, for both of them. 

So it is.

(She's more willing to escalate, once she knows she has a path to survival. That helps.)

And, once they've boarded the ship, jumped to hyperspace - gotten away clean so far -

She goes into the remote, the codes she has, and she disables the woman's slave implants as thoroughly as she can with the tools she currently has available. 

She stills, barely breathing, throughout the entire process. 

She's watching Palpatine. 

"Why?"

"We made a deal, didn't we?"

"Neither of us will be slaves."

She examines the other woman for a few long, uncomfortable moments. 

Then: "My name's Shmi Skywalker."

Lazy smile. "I'm Darth Sidious."

"It's a pleasure to work with you."

Hum. "I think we have another collar to break, before you can say that for sure."

"The second won't be so easy."

"Life never is."

"Who are we killing?"

"My Master," she says, voice soft and dangerous. "Darth Plagueis."

"Or, Magister Hego Damask, as the galaxy knows him."

"He's been funding Gardulla, hasn't he."

"Yup."

"He won't be happy about any of this - but I've already been pissing him off lately, so."

"And he's the one you don't want knowing I exist."

"Yeah."

"It isn't even about keeping you as an ace up my sleeve - he's either expecting me to betray him the first chance I get, or he's delusional, and he keeps acting like obviously I'm his friend and equal." She makes a face.