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Orvax IV, Dalchon Sector, Outer Rim Grid R-17
Mid-Day
Tippi sniffed at the air. Was that... stewed Mynock? He loved stewed Mynock. The little Chadra fan started drooling in his half asleep state. His eyes fluttered open, letting in the bright mid-day sun, and he immediately closed them again. Ouch. Tippi sat up, slowly, groggy from his several hours of sleep, feeling like his head was reeling and thinking he might have a bad hangover... but he didn't remember binging on lomin-ale with Dedric recently... come to think of it, when was the last time he saw Dedric? Where was he? He ran his hands up and down his little body. Where was all his stuff? Tippi slowly opened his eyes, shielding them with his paw, and looked around the crowded cage... Cage? OH! That was right, he forgot about the slavers.
Tippi wobbled to his feet and patted himself down. The must keep gassing us, Tippi thought. That explained the headache, and why he kept forgetting he'd been captured by Sennexians and stuffed in a cage full of Ugnaughts, Amarans, a couple other small furry aliens he didn't recognize, and even another Chadra-fan family. Tippi waved at them, huddled in a corner squealing. They seemed to be taking this a lot harder than Tippi was. This was the first time he'd ever been captured by slavers, and it seemed like an awfully big and exciting adventure! He wondered what was going to happen next. Who would want to buy Tippi? What would they want him for? Maybe someone here in the slave market needed a good mechanic or a pilot. Tippi could do that. He just hoped he didn't end up as some Hutts dancing slave- Tippi wasn't much of a dancer- or as the centerpiece of a Trandoshan celebratory feast. That wouldn't be much fun at all.
Tippi waddled to the open slats of the cage, searching for the smell that had woken him up. The repulsorsled mounted cage was being slowly pulled through the open air market by a pair of moaning dewbacks while one of the orange and black clad slavers sat atop it and wailed at them with a shock whip. That was no way to treat a pet, Tippi thought, but he was sure the Sennexian had his reasons. Maybe he was just having a bad day, and he would make up for it with treats later. Shoving his snout through the bars of the cage, Tippi scanned the wide street full of colorful aliens- slaves, slavers, and slave owners alike- street vendors, auctioneers, pop-up cantinas, and stalls full of goods of varying legality. He spotted pairs of hulking blue T'surrian enforcers on every corner, scowling at it all and keeping everyone in line- they looked mean, he thought, but maybe that was just the way their faces were. He'd seen a lot of places like this traveling around the galaxy, but the Ossein fleets tended not to stay too long in slavers ports. This place seemed like a bustling black market, he thought, but Tippi was only interested in one thing right now- Mynock stew.
He spied the slop cart where a wrinkly old Rodian was spooning generous heaps of the greasy grey sludge into flimsiplast cups for a few wupiupi each. Tippi didn't have any wupiupi, but he reached his stubby little paw out as far as he could between the tight cage ars anyway, grunting with effort even though he could tell he was several feet short. Hopefully the old Rodian wouldn't mind giving him a freebie for now. He would definitely come back and pay his wupiupi someday. Tippi yanked his arm back into the cage with a yelp and a squeal as a shock stick came crashing down on his outstretched paw. That really hurt!
"Hands inside the cage, fur-ball!" A lumbering, fat Sennexian shouted at him, scowling into the cage with jagged teeth as he chewed on some kind of root.
Tippi rubbed his numb paw as he sat back down in the cage with a huff. Well that wasn't very nice, he thought. Maybe he didn't want to be a slave after all.
Tippi is in need of rescue before he gets too deep into this adventure of finding out what slave life is like. This thread is for crossing paths and to lock down a group for the next thread, which will be the actual escape attempt. All are welcome.
I'll leave this open for 48 hours to see who shows up to participate in the next phase.
@Darasuum @AutoFox @Danee @Anyone else
I'll leave this open for 48 hours to see who shows up to participate in the next phase.
@Darasuum @AutoFox @Danee @Anyone else
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