SithLore

Pain. That's the waking sensation the Dashade feels. Cold, burning, agony. He tries to roar in defiance of the pain, bit his lungs won't work. All he gets from the effort is more pain. The pounding in his ears diminishes, now he can hear voices.

"By the stars above, what is that thing?" A nasally voice asks.

"Dunno" That voice sounds like a simpleton, low and slow.

"I'z tells you what dat is, dat be a Payday! Wez knows some slavers right? We can sell it to dem for a Humpty Dumpty. Look at dates thing, it's huge. And if I knows how deez hibernator pods work, it's gonna be weak for days. Long enough to get 'im to em." That voice sounded like toxic slime given flesh.

The Dashades sight begins to return. All three voices belong to humans. Nasally voice belongs to a man of about 1.9 meters tall, broad shoulders, and a face that looks like he tried to headbutt a bantha into submission. The simpleton sounding one is a towering 2.25 meters tall, and almost as wide at the shoulder as he is tall. Built like a tank and probably as smart as one. The slimy one is about 1.6 meters tall, angular face with beady eyes, and rail-thin.

Nasal voice speaks "I think he's waking up, how are we gonna keep him contained Weev?"

The simpleton speaks up next, "I don't think we should give him to the slavers. It ain't right."

The slimy one hits the big man , "Shut up, Tank. He wasn't talking to you. This is what we are gonna do Kroll. We are gonna pump his massive self full'o that sleepin stuff we found a while back. That'll keep this monster weak till we get him to the slavers. How big do ya think he is anyways?"

"He's bigger than Tank for sure. Probably 2 and a half meters tall and more muscle to boot. I mean look at him, there isn't a bit of fat on the thing. We definitely gotta tranq this beast." He paused for a moment, looking at the daschades left arm. "Did those scientist guys tag him?"

Tank gently grabs the arm and reads, "Bek Lin, Species: Dashade, Age: 16." Tanks eyes go wide as he looks at his companions. "He's that young and that big? I don't think we should be doing this. I think this'll come back to bite us in the rear."

Weev hits Tank again "shut up, and let me do your thinking for you. You know you ain't no good at it. We are gonna sell him off and live like kings."

Believe can finally speak, "You hand me over to slavers, I will eventually get free and I will hunt you down."

Kroll laughs, "The monster speaks, that means more money right?"

Weev smiles a crooked evil grin, and brandishes an injector gun "Yes it does, Kroll, yes it does." And jams the injector gun into Bek's neck, hard.

Darkness claims Bek's world once more.

OOC (This is only the first part, part 2 will come, I just wanted to get my post up so I don't forget what I came up with.)

OOC: I'm gonna attempt to hop in. If you don't want me to yet let me know and I'll remove it.

IC: Noffiti had heard someone talking about selling a slave. That always disgusted her. They were living beings, not products. She decided to inspect what was going on. The voices had faded causing her to have to find them again.

She slipped around corners going unnoticed. Her cape was bunched in her hand to keep it from blowing behind her. In her other hand was her blaster. It was old and junky but it shot faster and straight as a rod. It was her favorite weapon for long range shooting. Her hood flew back, off her head, and her many braids whipped behind her.

She eventually heard the voices again, getting ready to leave. She sped up quickly, trying to reach them in time. She grabbed a pole and slid around until she was greeted with two people loading an unconscious body into a vehicle. She held her blaster up to the men, letting her cloak go to aim steadily.

"Stop where you are or your brains will paint the walls." The threat teetered very close to the dark thing that gripped her tightly. She promised herself that even if they didn't surrender she would spare them. She would hurt them badly, but they'd be spared. She'd save her humanity as much as she could. She just hoped that darkness would listen to her. . .