[You arre mine now. . .]
Scar's heart nearly thrust outwards upon his chest as the beast approached. Pain, which racked his entire frame forced him to crumble onto the ground and submit to the will of the beast. StOrmz approached, his massive size dwarfing the beaten pilot who now sat backed against a wall, half dazed, bleeding and bruised. An attempt to scream was silenced by a sickening crack. The light's went out an eerie fog lapsed over their general area, concealing any such motions from there.
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A shimmering light flickered in the void and then faded away. It appeared once again, illuminating dicey area before drifting back into darkness. The lapses continued for several more minutes before Scaridian retained control over his consciousness, snapping his eyes open to a dim lamp which hung directly above.
The pilot propped himself unto two elbows, groaning as his ribs bent warily in response to such motions. Naturally he assessed all damage first. His right upper cheekbone had been bruised pretty badly and swelled a moderate amount. Bruises and cuts were scattered against his naked chest which outlined a distorted portion of his left rib-cage. It had been broken, but taped up to stop intrusive infections. someone had wanted him alive.
He'd been placed in a small, dark cell, no doubt filled with a number of rodents which scurried to and fro through a hole in the wall which lead into a further labyrinth of darkness. A rusted gate secured a titanium door which blocked all vision and no recurring sound could be heard. The walls seemed to absorb all noise, quieting the environment and making whilst adding a further detriment to the situation.
Scar lied back in the rock hard mattress he'd been placed upon, shoulders arching against the wall. He felt the reverberations, the sounds of sightless workers completing sickening labor for the Hutt who had owned this place. And yes, this was definitely a Hutt underground. It was odd, very similar... almost a complete architectural design to Hunguk's except with a little less leisure on part of the cells. The pilot had forced himself to breathe, pounding against the wall in a fervent anger to his stupidity. How dare he suspect that he was anything above a slave. And now, he'd pay the final consequence, falling unto the final sleep in which those slaves had worked so hard to protect against.
Click, the sound of whirring gears inside a mechanism provoked the massive wheel which had been plastered on the center of the door to turn very slowly, causing a crescendo of reverberations that pitched a note so high Scaridian cringed. It did not play well on his fragile ears and migraine, that much was for sure.
The door opened, and the gates rose, revealing a crude Trandoshan guard who sneered at the other in dismay. His glossy yellow fangs smiled as his high pitched nasally voice excreted from two gaping bores in his grey flesh he called "nostrils."
"Ya ganna come see da mastah noew, 'ee jus bin dayhin ta meetcha!"
The guard whipped his electrical whip upon Scaridian's general direction, forcing him upwards from his bed and astutely onto his feet, vaguely aware of what happened since it had occurred so fast. His failed attempt at speech through a parched throat went unrecognized as the reptilian guard had already been on his way. He stumbled along into the dimly lit hallway, the weeping voices of those who stayed in there indefinitely sung a mournful tune.
It took minutes of a quieted brisk pace to walk to the more lavish features of this hellhole. Fine carpets replaced concrete floor and bright lights illuminated the colorful decorum. The ragged slaves which consistently cleaned and served the soldiers of this area provided a sharp contrast, their grey features unnatural shadows in this colorful scenery, or more accurately the residence of Abaca the Hutt, cousin of Hunguk the Hutt.
The gastropod was massive, perhaps tripling the size of Scaridian's master. His skin was a sun-dried tan with a dusting of red running along his back. His large, thick lips were tucked back into an angered expression, further emphasizing the fiery red irises so uncommon amongst these species. They stared upon Scaridian with uneasy resillience and he spoke as the pilot was forced onto his knees, prodded by two spears which singed his skin with their crackling white sparks. Abaca spoke in his native language, one in which Scaridian was fluent, so the conversation translated roughly to this.
"So the pathetic human thought he could escape his destiny by becoming a pilot, yet he has been pulled back to the very same position. Your chains of fate have not served you well." The twi'lek translator was about to utter a phrase, but was soon cut off by a dialect of equally impressed fluency.
"You have caught me, had me beaten, and have falsely accused of a crime I did not commit. What more could you want? My head? For it is the only thing I can offer."
The great beast was taken back at this, tucking his chin inwards to swallow his pride and his downwards glare upon the human sufficient to cause some intimidation.
"It seems Hunguk taught you well in our language. I am impressed, but still am outraged that you would betray your master. This is no matter of your degradation, it is about punishment to your dishonor. I care little of what you have to offer me, for it would not surmount to the glory and wealth I now stand upon."
"Glory and wealth you would not have achieved if it were not for Hunguk's death..." Scaridian combatted, his fiery gaze locked onto the other's. It was suicide, but death was inevitable for him either way. This was the almost-pilot's final stand.
"What do you babble on about? Hunguk was my family member. He had nothing to do with my business. he had his own!"
"Precisely! He had his own business, which meant competition between you two in the black market. Without those dividends.. you were essentially rich."
"YOU KNOW NOTHING!!"
"I know this. Hunguk had anticipated his death, knew that in your greed you would finish him off and his business would crumble. It was not I who ratted him out, but you who gave his position to the Imperial Navy in anonymity."
"DAMN YOU! GUARDS, REMOVE HIM FROM MY PRESENCE AND PREPARE HIM FOR IMMEDIATE EXECUTION!"
There was a hushed silence from the crowd who looked timidly upon the ground as guards pushed through the crowds of various people, only to stop when they approached Scaridian. They stopped, however, when the voice of one human guard rung out.
"You... lied to us Abaca? Our pay was deficient because you wanted more out of life? So you killed our number one source of income? Explain yourself!"
The twi'lek transmitted these words onto a dazed Hutt who snarled in dismay.
"GUARDS, FORCE HIM AWAY FROM MY PRESENCE TOO! HAVE THEM BOTH EXECUTED!
The bustle began again and there was a struggle between the male and several other guards until he was thrown next to Scaridian. Stun-cuffs were thrown about their wrists and they were both escorted out into the halls made of the somber concrete. Several minutes in they were stopped into the deep, black halls of this ancient place whilst a door opened, its rust scratching against rusty hinges. Both were thrown into the darkness, unto the abyss with an absence of sound. Their muffled breathing was the only thing heard for a few minutes before the male guard spoke up.
"You've got some balls, kid, speaking up to the big man like that. I always knew that fat slug had been hiding the reason our pay had been docked. We never did get those raises he promised..."
"Yeah... It won't do much, though. I'm still going to be killed and won't be becoming a pilot."
"Hey, lighten up sparky. You've overestimated your enemy here. Abaca's got all this merchandise here from inheritance. The fact is, he's got a sloppy running joint here. The guard's are an irritated force not willing to do much anything anymore and Abaca's contacts are slowly fading away. That must of the reason he killed off his cousin, to open up some fresh trade routes. He'll probably kill those off eventually too."
"What are you getting at?"
"I'm saying that if you exhort the same confidence you did minutes ago, we can make a risky escape out of this place. All we need to do is come up with a plan to get past this force. And trust me, I've been around these idiots long enough to scope out their weaknesses. We should be greeted by that idiot Trandoshan who is more or less all talk and little action. He's actually a little whining twit who sucks up to Abaca."
"You've got my attention..."
"Good, then I'll be happy to note that we've got roughly half an hour before we're taken to our deaths. Let's not go out without a fight, eh?"
"Agreed."
The two inched there way to the walls where they propped themselves into a more comfortable seated position, breathing heavily through strenuous effort. Scaridian felt hopeful, that much was for sure, though he'd still known the plan was half-assed. Hell, the guard had known it as well. But they had little other option and this was certainly the best.
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