Lady Penelope of House Yorek was the very picture of a proper Alderaanian lady. She was impeccably polite, reserved and cool headed at all times. She was also breathtakingly beautiful and had a keen mind for manoeuvring the spiders web of alliances, feuds, deals and deceptions that characterised the relationship between Alderaan's noble houses as well as off-world powers like the Republic and the Sith Empire.
She was in a comfortable chair in the sitting room of her country mansion, sipping tea and speaking to Jedi knight Brianna Battarn about the possibility of a Jedi outpost being established in Yorek territory. The negotiations were going well for Penelope, the Jedi had agreed that her Order would cover the cost of constructing the outpost and would protect all Yorek territory from the Sith and enemy houses. It would cost her some land for the Jedi to build on but she felt that was a small price to pay for the security and prestige that came from having Jedi protecting her domain.
Penelope was was wearing a beautiful blue dress, her makeup and lipstick were impeccable and her black hair was, as always, sensible without being severe. Brianna was, of course, dressed in Jedi robes and her red hair was tied back in a manner practical for lightsaber combat.
The two women were finalising the agreement when Penelope's faithful servant Marvral came through the door looking anxious. The noblewoman raised an eyebrow. Her butler was usually unflappable, to see him in a state approaching panic indicated that something was very out of the ordinary.
"What's wrong  Marvral?" She asked.
"We're under attack, my lady" He explained. "Soldiers bearing the colours of House Thul are storming the mansion from the south."
"House Thul are aligned with the Empire, it makes sense that they'd want to stop this deal" reasoned Brianna.
"Well" began Penelope, taking another sip of tea, "you can use this as an opportunity to demonstrate the Jedi's ability to defend us. Take my guards, go to the south entrance and deal with these intruders."
"Consider it done" replied the Jedi, who then left the room, lightsaber in hand, taking the guardsmen at the door with her.
Penelope smiled. Rival houses will think twice about crossing me when word gets around that a Jedi defends my estate, she thought to herself.
"Marvral, go and get some scones for our new ally to enjoy upon her triumphant return, would you?"
"At once, my lady" said the servant, bowing and leaving the room.
A minute passed and Penelope grew nervous. She could hear blaster fire being exchanged outside. The thought of those Thul thugs getting in...she took a deep breath and resolved not to think about it. She was determined to maintain her stiff upper lip. She heard approaching footsteps. She turned to see if it was Marvral or a triumphant Brianna...it was neither. The aristocrat's eyes widened when she saw the approaching figures, a tall, thin, alien male in a black hooded robe and a large, muscular human in the uniform of the Imperial army. The thin man's red skin, the short tendrils on his face and the lightsaber in his hand could mean only one thing; Penelope struggled to maintain her famous composure as she realised she was facing a Sith lord.
She stood up. "Wh...who are you? Are you with the Thuls? How did you get past the Jedi I sent to stop you?"
"My name" replied the Sith "Is Darth Tempest and this is my  bodyguard, Lieutenant Pierce. Yes, we are here at the behest of House Thul, and we didn't 'get past' your Jedi friend, we simply walked in the north entrance after you sent her, and all your guards, to the south." Tempest explained with chilling calmness. "Now, with all due respect, your ladyship, you're coming with us."
Penelope glanced over at the panic button on the wall on the far side of the room. She wondered if she could get to it before the dark lord stopped her. There was also the blaster pistol Marvral insisted she carry for self defense. She doubted it could stop Tempest, but her only other option seemed to be surrender. She made up her mind.
"I'm not going anywhere with you, Darth" she declared, doing her best to sound defiant.
"This isn't an invitation you can refuse" explained the Sith lord, calmly but firmly.
Penelope took a deep breath and reached for the pistol, but by the time the had her hand on the grip, Tempest had extended his lightsaber and Pierce was aiming his own gun at her.
"Don't try it, your ladyship" warned Tempest. "I'd really rather take you alive."
Penelope gulped. She was clearly faced with a choice between her freedom and her life. It didn't take her long to decide. With a sigh, she let go of the blaster, and slowly raised her hands in surrender.
"Smart" commended the Sith. "Lieutenant, disarm and restrain her" he ordered his lacky.
"Right away my lord." Pierce went over to the defeated noblewoman, took her gun away and cuffed her hands behind her back. He did so quickly and efficiently. He's done this before thought Penelope. Finally, he secured her ankles together with another set of cuffs. The lady was puzzled.
"How do you expect me to come with you if I can't walk?" She got her wordless reply, and gave a startled yelp, when pierce picked her up and draped her over his shoulder.
"Alright, let's go, before Battarn returns" barked the Darth.
Penelope could only watch and she was carried out of the mansion, fruitlessly praying that Brianna would return in time to prevent this kidnapping. To make matters worse, Pierce had positioned his hand on her bottom and wasn't being shy about groping it.
"Hey, stop that!" Cried the lady.
"You're in no position to make demands." Answered Pierce with a chuckle, as he continued to fondle Penelope's rear.
Once outside the two abductors broke into a run, which was a very unpleasant experience for Penelope in her current position. After a few minutes of they arrived at a four seat speeder hidden from view behind some trees. Penelope was bundled into the back seat, and Pierce got in after her. Tempest got in the front passenger seat. "We have what we came for" he barked to the driver. "Let's go."
"What, don't they have a word for 'please' in the sith language?" Asked the young Twi'lek woman in the driving seat, as she started the engine. Penelope gasped as she saw the Twi'lek's attire; an outrageously skimpy golden harem outfit, the kind that Hutts made their slavegirls wear. A thought crossed Penelope's mind; Is...is he going to make me wear something like that? She found herself simultaneously revolted and, to her horror, excited by the prospect. She kept staring at the apparel, unable to help imagining herself in it. Her train of thought was interrupted by the Twi'lek;
"Take a holo, it'll last longer." She snarked. Penelope cursed herself for being so obvious. "I'm Vette by the way."
"Um...hello Vette" replied Penelope, unsure how to react to to the friendly, nonchalant tone of the accomplice in her abduction. "I'm Lady Penelope of House Yorek."
"Nice to meet you Penny" said blue-skinned slavegirl.
"Um...it's Penelope...Lady Penelope" corrected the captive, cautiously.
"I prefer Penny" interjected the Sith lord "Without any titles, or house names. And since I prefer it, that's your name now."
Penny did her best to call upon her noble confidence (Which was difficult for a chained prisoner), and addressed Tempest. "Dark lord" she began "I now expect to be treated as a prisoner of war, with all the associated rights laid out in the Treaty of Coruscant."
"Expect whatever you like" laughed Tempest.
Penny sighed. It was worth a try she thought.
"So what's your name?" Tempest asked.
"Penny" she replied, dejectedly, casting her eyes down. "No titles, no House names."
"Good slave." Answered the Sith, confirming her worst fear. She wasn't a hostage to bargain with, but a slave to own.
They spent the rest of the journey in silence.