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Things were foggy at first. Intermittent blurs of light punctuated by the darkness of unconsciousness. When the lights became clearer, more in focus, they were revealed to be a small grouping of light panels, illuminating the ceiling they were installed on.
Aylles Scoiron blinked, and breathed in. She was lying on her back, looking up at a strange ceiling, like something that a freighter would use. A scurrying from within her shirt was felt, and she glanced down to see a furry, rodent-like head poke out from underneath her shirt-- an Endor ferret, not yet fully grown. She smiled.
"Hey little guy..." she said, taking a finger and petting the creature's head lightly, then picking him up out of her shirt and holding him gently. The ferret looked to her and began to make a pleased "Dookdookdook" noise, and she giggled.
"Vavs, you silly little catsnake..." Aylles said to her pet, Vavek, whose ears twitched as he looked to the door of the room, as did Aylles. What greeted them was the sight of a tall, human man, who looked to be around the age of Aylles' father.
"Ah... I see our newest recruit is awake," he said, folding his arms. "You'd be surprised at how lax Imperial Security is at checking luggage for biosigns when it comes to people leaving their own capital. Heh... But their arrogance is our opportunity."
"... Huh?"
"We're gonna sell you and your new roommates to the Hutts for profit, kid."
Aylles blinked, and looked around to see several other people, all looking rather downtrodden. A young Twi'lek girl, a Zeltron boy, and multiple other humanoids of various ages.
"So, mingle, have some fun... Because you won't be having much where you're going. Hah!"
The man turned and left, leaving Aylles, Vavek, and the others alone. The teen girl frowned, brushing her blonde hair from her face and looking back to the others.
"So... That guy didn't sound very fun."
"They're cruel... They go around to populated worlds and bring people aboard, then treat us badly so we learn to be compliant," the Zeltron boy said. "Um... Hi... I'm Zak... This is Natja," he continued, gesturing to the Twi'lek girl, who said nothing but gave a little wave.
"I'm Aylles, and this is Vavek. How long have you guys been here?"
"A week..." said Zak, and Aylles pursed her lips in thought.
"A week, huh... Well. I dunno about you guys, but I'm definitely not gonna just wait around to become a serving girl for a Hutt."
"What? That's crazy-- there's no way you can get us out of here!" Zak protested, and Natja shook her head pleadingly. Aylles just gave a confident smirk, as she started to look around, analyzing the room itself. There didn't seem to be anything of note... Except a vent in the ceiling that was used for oxygen.
"Oh, don't you worry..." she said, a plan already formulating in her head. "I might not be able to get us all out of here, but I can definitely do something..."
It was two hours later, with the group remaining rather silent the whole time-- though Vavek's hyperactive antics led to some much-needed levity-- when opportunity came. The door to the room opened again, and another figure moved in-- a female human this time, with what looked to be a whip at her side, and a tray of meals for the captives.
"Here, dinner time," she said, her tone rather dismissive of the group as she set the tray down. "I'll be back to get it in an hour or two." With that, she left, and Aylles sat down beside Zak and Natja, tasting the food.
"Eh... Better than I expected," she said, seeming to scarf her food down, giving the leftovers to Vavs. Once she was done, she stood.
"Okay... I have an idea. Somebody gimme a boost up to that vent."
The others looked to her like she had grown a second head.
"... Uh, guys?"
"What are you planning to do?" asked Zak, and Aylles grinned.
"Well first, I'm gonna get outside this room, via the ventilation system. Once I get outside... I'm gonna go stealth mode and take out these suckers one by one, then I'm gonna free you guys so we can put them in here and call for help! Sound good?"
The group looked to one another uneasily, until an Ithorian, whom Aylles had learned was named Drib, stood up and motioned for her to approach him. She beamed, and stuffed Vavek down her shirt as she was boosted up by Drib rather easily. Taking a moment to remove the opening and push it up and to the side, Aylles fit herself into the ventilation shaft itself, with Vavs in tow, and proceeded to slowly crawl through the shaft, trying to make as little noise as possible.
Slavers relied on fear. They broke the wills of those they sought to control. But Aylles Scoiron was not someone to be easily broken... And she was going to prove it.
Aylles Scoiron blinked, and breathed in. She was lying on her back, looking up at a strange ceiling, like something that a freighter would use. A scurrying from within her shirt was felt, and she glanced down to see a furry, rodent-like head poke out from underneath her shirt-- an Endor ferret, not yet fully grown. She smiled.
"Hey little guy..." she said, taking a finger and petting the creature's head lightly, then picking him up out of her shirt and holding him gently. The ferret looked to her and began to make a pleased "Dookdookdook" noise, and she giggled.
"Vavs, you silly little catsnake..." Aylles said to her pet, Vavek, whose ears twitched as he looked to the door of the room, as did Aylles. What greeted them was the sight of a tall, human man, who looked to be around the age of Aylles' father.
"Ah... I see our newest recruit is awake," he said, folding his arms. "You'd be surprised at how lax Imperial Security is at checking luggage for biosigns when it comes to people leaving their own capital. Heh... But their arrogance is our opportunity."
"... Huh?"
"We're gonna sell you and your new roommates to the Hutts for profit, kid."
Aylles blinked, and looked around to see several other people, all looking rather downtrodden. A young Twi'lek girl, a Zeltron boy, and multiple other humanoids of various ages.
"So, mingle, have some fun... Because you won't be having much where you're going. Hah!"
The man turned and left, leaving Aylles, Vavek, and the others alone. The teen girl frowned, brushing her blonde hair from her face and looking back to the others.
"So... That guy didn't sound very fun."
"They're cruel... They go around to populated worlds and bring people aboard, then treat us badly so we learn to be compliant," the Zeltron boy said. "Um... Hi... I'm Zak... This is Natja," he continued, gesturing to the Twi'lek girl, who said nothing but gave a little wave.
"I'm Aylles, and this is Vavek. How long have you guys been here?"
"A week..." said Zak, and Aylles pursed her lips in thought.
"A week, huh... Well. I dunno about you guys, but I'm definitely not gonna just wait around to become a serving girl for a Hutt."
"What? That's crazy-- there's no way you can get us out of here!" Zak protested, and Natja shook her head pleadingly. Aylles just gave a confident smirk, as she started to look around, analyzing the room itself. There didn't seem to be anything of note... Except a vent in the ceiling that was used for oxygen.
"Oh, don't you worry..." she said, a plan already formulating in her head. "I might not be able to get us all out of here, but I can definitely do something..."
It was two hours later, with the group remaining rather silent the whole time-- though Vavek's hyperactive antics led to some much-needed levity-- when opportunity came. The door to the room opened again, and another figure moved in-- a female human this time, with what looked to be a whip at her side, and a tray of meals for the captives.
"Here, dinner time," she said, her tone rather dismissive of the group as she set the tray down. "I'll be back to get it in an hour or two." With that, she left, and Aylles sat down beside Zak and Natja, tasting the food.
"Eh... Better than I expected," she said, seeming to scarf her food down, giving the leftovers to Vavs. Once she was done, she stood.
"Okay... I have an idea. Somebody gimme a boost up to that vent."
The others looked to her like she had grown a second head.
"... Uh, guys?"
"What are you planning to do?" asked Zak, and Aylles grinned.
"Well first, I'm gonna get outside this room, via the ventilation system. Once I get outside... I'm gonna go stealth mode and take out these suckers one by one, then I'm gonna free you guys so we can put them in here and call for help! Sound good?"
The group looked to one another uneasily, until an Ithorian, whom Aylles had learned was named Drib, stood up and motioned for her to approach him. She beamed, and stuffed Vavek down her shirt as she was boosted up by Drib rather easily. Taking a moment to remove the opening and push it up and to the side, Aylles fit herself into the ventilation shaft itself, with Vavs in tow, and proceeded to slowly crawl through the shaft, trying to make as little noise as possible.
Slavers relied on fear. They broke the wills of those they sought to control. But Aylles Scoiron was not someone to be easily broken... And she was going to prove it.