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The One Who Stands Tallest, Stands Last. (semi open within reason)
The sun blared down upon the land, painting the distance with the wavy illusion of liquid. Ryloth was like a landscape painted by the devil, its parched shrubs and seemingly endless fields of dirt and rock stretching out into the infinite.
Stasha dressed accordingly, abandoning class for comfort. Her breast were covered by a brassier textured like the shiny black latex her signature body suite had been composed. Her toned flat stomach like pale ivory stretched down to the white pants slung low on her curvy hips and suspended by a thick black belt- Its buckle resembling a vintage time piece. Boots of the same shade met her bottoms and tucked inside like leggings with seamless continuation. Her hair was pulled back with its normal decorative design and her small straight nose held dark shades up to shield her gold gaze. she stepped through the sandy waste as if evading broken glass. A rose amongst the junk yard.
“Come along then!” She called to her lagging ward, a tall striking young twi’lek with skin of midnight blue: Ashes, her slave turned daughter.
Evie sighed as the girl struggled with exhaustion and beckoned her again with a snap of her gloved fingers- one nearly sleeved the other cut low, just covering her wrist.
She titled her glasses down to get a better look at the tussle with a groan and brought one hand to her hip pouting.
“Honestly, baby cakes! Step it up!”
“I’m sorry!” Ashes pleaded, coming to her side and wiping her glistening brow.
“I’m sorry…” she added breathlessly, leaning on her knees.
The Zabrak regarded her with a frown then turned her attention to the large tunnel leading to a small stony town below. She extended her arm and pointed with a smirk:
“Land ho!” she said with a sultry slowed pronunciation.
Ashes looked up wary then stood with a smiling crossing her lips.
“ Hirani Circaa!” she exclaimed.
Her mother chuckled to herself and began to descend down the overlooking hill and into the residence below.
“Let’s hit it.” She said mischievously
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As the pair strolled through the town market, each step earned them a new pair of eyes following their movements with less then friendly expressions.
Ashes’ took no notice, her own set had wondered off and fixed with a passing male of aqua marine and a handsome squared jaw.
Evie struck the dreaming twi’lek on the back of her Lekku’d head.
“OW~!” Ashes cried, bringing her hands to the future site of bruising.
Her Mother gave her a look of amused counsel.
“We’re on the job, Ashes- You can have your choice of men to wrap your Lekku around once we’re through.”
The dark rutian’s cheeks blushed a deep red and she turned away with embarrassment.
The Zabrak came to a halt and threw her arm out in front of her charge, signaling for her to do the same.
It seemed they were surrounded and their welcoming committee wasn’t pleased with their arrival.
“say something….” Evie whispered.
Ashes scanned the crowd and calmed.
“Haly.” she said, gesturing with a smile.
“ Muchi-”
A harsh male cut her off.
“Kah'lehalle Koa fendoon!” He growled.
“Uhh….” Ashes looked back and forth between he and her parent.
“He says….guest aren’t welcome here…” she explained nervously.
“No.” Evie corrected.
“he means I’m not welcome here.” she stated with poise.
“They think I’m a slaver…”
Ashes let out a nervous laugh and attempted to explain, using her hands to better stir the mobs opinion..
“kapuna! Mi Ryma-” she turned and pointed towards the huntress warmly.
“Ryma o-"
They were enraged. The translator shrunk back to her mother’s side and let out a cry as a stone gashed her temple.
“Hey!” growled the huntress, pulling her close.
Stones continued to be hurled and curses filled the air.
“They’re calling me your pet!” Ashes fretfully gasped. Her features suddenly hardened into a mask of anger and roared to the audience in fierce Twi’leki.
It only fanned the flames and the masses grew twice as hostile.
“shut your damn mouth!” barked Evie, dragging the girl with her as they fled from the advancing twi’leks.
The pair sprinted out of town, hurtling over obstacles as their pursers stuck close- their tumult defining.
Evie tore a blaster from her holster and slid to face them, holding it out- aimed and ready- they were not deterred.
Continuing her pace by her daughter’s lanky side they were run out of town and up the hill from whence they came.
Evie dropped to a sitting position panting and cursing as she holstered her weapon.
“Did you see that! I was ready to blow their heads off and they didn’t even bat an eyelash!”
Ashes lay on her back, her top folded past her stomach and a small moist reservoir of blood gleaming in her head wound.
“I don’t understand!” she said with exasperation.
“someone in this town must have contacted the guild. Why were they so…”
Evie stayed quiet a moment, lost in thought.
“Give me the map.” she demanded shortly, her eyes on the town but her small hand out held and her fingers beckoning.
“hm?”
“The Map, Ashes.”
The twi’lek sat up, her rigged lekku wrapping her neck like a scarf as she scoured her supply pack.
She laid the directions in her lap and her eyes grew briefly wide with alarm.
“Oh….”
“let me see it!” Evie snarled, snatching the chart and lifting her shades, scanning it with her eyes.
There was a moment of silence.
Then she spoke, her voice trembling and growing in volume as her sentence went on.
“this is a map of Iridonia, you stupid snake headed, steaming piece!” she pounced upon her daughter enraged and Ashes scrambled away, caught around the neck and held in a head lock at the Zabrak’s mercy
“Why are you hurting me? You’re the one that bought it!” she cried, shutting her eyes and wincing, prying at her mother’s arms weakly.
“No wonder they didn’t want us- They didn’t need us!”
She released the twi’lek and bared her teeth, crushing the flimsy in her fist.
“who knows if we’re even in the right town!” She took out her aggressions on the dirt floor.
“Where are we supposed to go! what if a storm- “ she paused and regarded Ashes with interest, coming to the girl’s side and pulling the pack from her shrinking frame.
“Clothes off.” she demanded dryly.
“W-why?” Squeaked the twi’lek.
“because you’re marching back there and finding out what has all those fungus eating bumpkins spooked!”
“Naked!?”
“Don’t be thick!” Evie snarled rummaging through some of her wares.
“They’ll recognize me!” Ashes protested, “ We were just there how-”
“Not if they’re paying less attention to your face…” Stasha purred impishly holding up a small skirt and top with leggings.
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Evie looked annoyed, turning her head to scold her daughter when Ashes intervened.
“Don’t look!” she squealed.
Evie threw down her arms and turned to face her, despite.
“Oh of all things!”
Ashes awkwardly slouched in her snug outfit.
“You look great!” Evie exclaimed excitedly, she brought her hand to her chin and looked the twi’lek up and down with approval.
“See what happens when you put that body of yours to use?”
While Evie was on the small side, her frame curvy and petite, her daughter stood heads taller and had the narrow, slender figure of a starved model. The result left Stasha’s hand me down skirt much shorter on the former slave.
“this is jus’ underoos with out legs….” Ashes whined, rubbing her arm and feeling uncomfortable.
Evie looked disgusted.
“underoos….?”
“Its so short- and this head …thing is bugging me- and the top is too big- I can’t fill it out…”
Evie glared.
“It is not too big, you’re not enough woman to fill it out- now go.”
Ashes opened her mouth and looked desperate for sympathy when the huntress loudly insisted.
“Go! Find out what’s going on! I’ll be in touch.”
The Twi’lek obeyed with a lowered head, grumbling to herself in her native tongue.
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Ashes found that it was ridiculously easy to re-enter town without Stasha at her side.
She ambled on with a smile on her face as the angry mob transformed into a sea of friendly faces. Her boots skipped across the dusty floor, raising a worn film on her stockings thigh holster. She did her best to appear as nonchalant as possible…she just couldn’t wipe the smile off her face- or shake the annoyance of her garter belts…then she reached it.
A cantina.
She approached cautiously with a wry look at the challenge, as if encountering an old enemy. She hated cantinas. She hated the smell. She hated the atomsphere. She hated everything about them.
Never the less she entered the door with a jovial air and took an empty seat at the bar, nervously sitting with her hands holding her skirt between her legs securely.
The bartender took notice and she looked him in the eyes with apprehension.
“Mais….urm…somthin’ sweet?”
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Evie was half way in town before someone caught wind of her espionage:
A little girl no older then five.
Creeping behind a rock wall within the canyon town she let out a light whistle to herself as a young man with cut abs lifted some supplies.
“Chi'kan!” the youngling close behind exclaimed, sending the Zabrak spawling in alarm.
“ Shut your screech hole kid!” She hissed, bringing her index finger to her lips.
The little tan female began to repremand her in twi’leki.
“Shut up!” Evie Spat.
“Go away!” she waved the child off with frustration.
The little twi’lek continued and Evie massaged her temples with stress.
“Take this and leave me alone!” she growled with finality, tossing a sweet treat at the girl so hard she dodged with a cry.
The little one peered back and received the candy from the floor, opening it and poping it into her mouth casually skipping off with satisfaction.
“Stupid kid…” Evie exhaled.
“…makes me want another…” She added, smiling fondly.
The wind suddenly picked up, sending a wave of dust through her ankles- a sharp spray- an unnatural gust.
She turned and met an elbow to her face.
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Ashes felt a hand on her shoulder and grimaced as an ugly male approached. His face was grave and boiled.
“My friend doesn’t like you…” He said.
She stared momentarily.
Her lip began to quiver.
And she fled the bar with a screech.
He looked puzzled and continued,
“…Sitting all alone…” He finished. A handsome man in the corner looked to him with disappointment and shrugged.
The twi’lek exited, holding her chest.
‘Bad people….Bad people…Gotta get out of here….Oh gah! My skirt is flipped! Could this day get any worse- AH! I bit my toungue…!’
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Evie clicked her heel against the floor and slashed at her assailant with a high kick of the concealed blade.
He recoiled, blinded, with torn eyelids.
Slavers.
They descended upon the town like locust and the hunteress fled at the sheer numbers.
“Ashes!” she screamed into her travel comm.
“Get to some where safe this place is a hell hole! Its over run by slavers- “ she slid to a stop and pounced upon a man seeking an elderly male with a howl.
Using his gut like a spring board she bought him to the ground, pushing back his face with her gloved palm and striking his vulnerable neck with wind-pipe crushing conseqence.
Continuing on from his shattered frame she spoke through her strikes, setting her sights on a female of her own species nearing a home.
“ They’ve must’ve raided this place before! They’re sending everyone into a frenzy but-”
The two crashed through the residents front door, tussling like animals. Evie got the highers ground and reined down strikes to the woman’s body until she was flipped onto her back- just as her vibro-razor was in her fist.
“Its all very-!”
She stabbed the woman’s cheek and bite her lower lip, stretching it to be cleaved by the carving blade.
“nostalgic!” she growled, ripping the brim from its owner. The flesh hung between her eyeteeth and sanguine lapped down from the wound onto her unfeeling face, the hint of a smirk growing as she spat the meat to her side and kicked the soon to be corpse just near. Screams of agony filled the household.
She wiped her mouthh clean and found her next target amongst the raiders.
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Ashes turned the corner back into the cantina, pressing her back against the wall as the comm sounded.
The patrons went into a panic as the words filled the air.
“An attack!”
The Twi’lek struggled to hear her mother’s words as the occuapants began to riot.
She was shoved away as they piled furnishings onto the door to prevent entry and made for a lower level for shelter.
“Ryma!” Ashes cried.
“What about you! This is bad! People are loosing their minds in here!”
She huddled with the masses beneath the building and contacted Evie again with desperation.
“ Stasha!”
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Evie grimaced as the comm sounded, she had just been passed by and expected to smuggle it within the walls of the slaving frieghter when the thin lethan inspecting her crop took note.
It was crushed in an instant.
The Zabrak was in a tight spot, she had been out numbered and taken in line with other captives, she would be forced upon a frieghter to an unknown location- void of any means of contact and stripped of her weapons.
She wouldn’t go without a fight. The only weapons she needed were attached to her body.
She stood silently as the red twi’lek looked her in the eyes.
“beast.” she spat.
“These iridonians would eat their own young if they had the right spices.” she added, tapping the huntress’ jaw limply.
Stasha was unmoved, she would not waste her breath on a self-loathing snake headed traitor. There were other twi’leks amongst the raiders- she assumed their leader was a previous owner of the scum, molding them into the filth that now soiled her presence.
The Red woman strolled through the ranks of her capture and pulled a small, flattened Ultrasonic whistle from her collar. She was a tall woman, a deep crimson with pupils lacking any visible iris save for an off white encircling. Her mouth was concealed by a facial covering, one resembling many long, locked fangs and she down turned it to place her lips on the instrument.
The Zabrak heard no sound. Her fellow prisoners however screamed in torture, covering their bleeding ears. The lethan pulled back her mask and entered the ship ahead- in the town’s front. Evie glared as she passed.
The trader stopped.
She tapped her ear cones- protectively covered and left with a sneer, beckoning one of her associates…
and the slaves began the march to their prison, the door shutting behind them and taking off with a cloud of dust.
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Ashes and her fellow stow aways exited, gazing after the ship as it ascended into the atmosphere.
The twi’lek stared, grief stricken. She lifted her comm, sent a message to any BHG member who would listen, swallowed and said:
“If anyone can hear this…There is big trouble on Ryloth….”
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((OOC: Ok you're welcome to this if you have a reason for being there...I don't want you to just happen to be prancing along and stumble upon this- or hide from some none exsistant fire storm that has yet to happen- If they wouldn't let Evie waltz in keep in mind your "totally awesome" human probably wouldn't be to welcome with the tchin tchun -folk- she commed Guild members btw...so your kindly farm boy who found an R2 unit and has a thirst for adventure might not pick up (unless he intercepts...and cares)so keep it reasonable- I'm not trying to douce your fiery passion just keeping the thread hot and trying to have fun with this))
The sun blared down upon the land, painting the distance with the wavy illusion of liquid. Ryloth was like a landscape painted by the devil, its parched shrubs and seemingly endless fields of dirt and rock stretching out into the infinite.
Stasha dressed accordingly, abandoning class for comfort. Her breast were covered by a brassier textured like the shiny black latex her signature body suite had been composed. Her toned flat stomach like pale ivory stretched down to the white pants slung low on her curvy hips and suspended by a thick black belt- Its buckle resembling a vintage time piece. Boots of the same shade met her bottoms and tucked inside like leggings with seamless continuation. Her hair was pulled back with its normal decorative design and her small straight nose held dark shades up to shield her gold gaze. she stepped through the sandy waste as if evading broken glass. A rose amongst the junk yard.
“Come along then!” She called to her lagging ward, a tall striking young twi’lek with skin of midnight blue: Ashes, her slave turned daughter.
Evie sighed as the girl struggled with exhaustion and beckoned her again with a snap of her gloved fingers- one nearly sleeved the other cut low, just covering her wrist.
She titled her glasses down to get a better look at the tussle with a groan and brought one hand to her hip pouting.
“Honestly, baby cakes! Step it up!”
“I’m sorry!” Ashes pleaded, coming to her side and wiping her glistening brow.
“I’m sorry…” she added breathlessly, leaning on her knees.
The Zabrak regarded her with a frown then turned her attention to the large tunnel leading to a small stony town below. She extended her arm and pointed with a smirk:
“Land ho!” she said with a sultry slowed pronunciation.
Ashes looked up wary then stood with a smiling crossing her lips.
“ Hirani Circaa!” she exclaimed.
Her mother chuckled to herself and began to descend down the overlooking hill and into the residence below.
“Let’s hit it.” She said mischievously
----------------------------------------------------------------------
As the pair strolled through the town market, each step earned them a new pair of eyes following their movements with less then friendly expressions.
Ashes’ took no notice, her own set had wondered off and fixed with a passing male of aqua marine and a handsome squared jaw.
Evie struck the dreaming twi’lek on the back of her Lekku’d head.
“OW~!” Ashes cried, bringing her hands to the future site of bruising.
Her Mother gave her a look of amused counsel.
“We’re on the job, Ashes- You can have your choice of men to wrap your Lekku around once we’re through.”
The dark rutian’s cheeks blushed a deep red and she turned away with embarrassment.
The Zabrak came to a halt and threw her arm out in front of her charge, signaling for her to do the same.
It seemed they were surrounded and their welcoming committee wasn’t pleased with their arrival.
“say something….” Evie whispered.
Ashes scanned the crowd and calmed.
“Haly.” she said, gesturing with a smile.
“ Muchi-”
A harsh male cut her off.
“Kah'lehalle Koa fendoon!” He growled.
“Uhh….” Ashes looked back and forth between he and her parent.
“He says….guest aren’t welcome here…” she explained nervously.
“No.” Evie corrected.
“he means I’m not welcome here.” she stated with poise.
“They think I’m a slaver…”
Ashes let out a nervous laugh and attempted to explain, using her hands to better stir the mobs opinion..
“kapuna! Mi Ryma-” she turned and pointed towards the huntress warmly.
“Ryma o-"
They were enraged. The translator shrunk back to her mother’s side and let out a cry as a stone gashed her temple.
“Hey!” growled the huntress, pulling her close.
Stones continued to be hurled and curses filled the air.
“They’re calling me your pet!” Ashes fretfully gasped. Her features suddenly hardened into a mask of anger and roared to the audience in fierce Twi’leki.
It only fanned the flames and the masses grew twice as hostile.
“shut your damn mouth!” barked Evie, dragging the girl with her as they fled from the advancing twi’leks.
The pair sprinted out of town, hurtling over obstacles as their pursers stuck close- their tumult defining.
Evie tore a blaster from her holster and slid to face them, holding it out- aimed and ready- they were not deterred.
Continuing her pace by her daughter’s lanky side they were run out of town and up the hill from whence they came.
Evie dropped to a sitting position panting and cursing as she holstered her weapon.
“Did you see that! I was ready to blow their heads off and they didn’t even bat an eyelash!”
Ashes lay on her back, her top folded past her stomach and a small moist reservoir of blood gleaming in her head wound.
“I don’t understand!” she said with exasperation.
“someone in this town must have contacted the guild. Why were they so…”
Evie stayed quiet a moment, lost in thought.
“Give me the map.” she demanded shortly, her eyes on the town but her small hand out held and her fingers beckoning.
“hm?”
“The Map, Ashes.”
The twi’lek sat up, her rigged lekku wrapping her neck like a scarf as she scoured her supply pack.
She laid the directions in her lap and her eyes grew briefly wide with alarm.
“Oh….”
“let me see it!” Evie snarled, snatching the chart and lifting her shades, scanning it with her eyes.
There was a moment of silence.
Then she spoke, her voice trembling and growing in volume as her sentence went on.
“this is a map of Iridonia, you stupid snake headed, steaming piece!” she pounced upon her daughter enraged and Ashes scrambled away, caught around the neck and held in a head lock at the Zabrak’s mercy
“Why are you hurting me? You’re the one that bought it!” she cried, shutting her eyes and wincing, prying at her mother’s arms weakly.
“No wonder they didn’t want us- They didn’t need us!”
She released the twi’lek and bared her teeth, crushing the flimsy in her fist.
“who knows if we’re even in the right town!” She took out her aggressions on the dirt floor.
“Where are we supposed to go! what if a storm- “ she paused and regarded Ashes with interest, coming to the girl’s side and pulling the pack from her shrinking frame.
“Clothes off.” she demanded dryly.
“W-why?” Squeaked the twi’lek.
“because you’re marching back there and finding out what has all those fungus eating bumpkins spooked!”
“Naked!?”
“Don’t be thick!” Evie snarled rummaging through some of her wares.
“They’ll recognize me!” Ashes protested, “ We were just there how-”
“Not if they’re paying less attention to your face…” Stasha purred impishly holding up a small skirt and top with leggings.
----------------------------------------------------------------------
Evie looked annoyed, turning her head to scold her daughter when Ashes intervened.
“Don’t look!” she squealed.
Evie threw down her arms and turned to face her, despite.
“Oh of all things!”
Ashes awkwardly slouched in her snug outfit.
“You look great!” Evie exclaimed excitedly, she brought her hand to her chin and looked the twi’lek up and down with approval.
“See what happens when you put that body of yours to use?”
While Evie was on the small side, her frame curvy and petite, her daughter stood heads taller and had the narrow, slender figure of a starved model. The result left Stasha’s hand me down skirt much shorter on the former slave.
“this is jus’ underoos with out legs….” Ashes whined, rubbing her arm and feeling uncomfortable.
Evie looked disgusted.
“underoos….?”
“Its so short- and this head …thing is bugging me- and the top is too big- I can’t fill it out…”
Evie glared.
“It is not too big, you’re not enough woman to fill it out- now go.”
Ashes opened her mouth and looked desperate for sympathy when the huntress loudly insisted.
“Go! Find out what’s going on! I’ll be in touch.”
The Twi’lek obeyed with a lowered head, grumbling to herself in her native tongue.
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Ashes found that it was ridiculously easy to re-enter town without Stasha at her side.
She ambled on with a smile on her face as the angry mob transformed into a sea of friendly faces. Her boots skipped across the dusty floor, raising a worn film on her stockings thigh holster. She did her best to appear as nonchalant as possible…she just couldn’t wipe the smile off her face- or shake the annoyance of her garter belts…then she reached it.
A cantina.
She approached cautiously with a wry look at the challenge, as if encountering an old enemy. She hated cantinas. She hated the smell. She hated the atomsphere. She hated everything about them.
Never the less she entered the door with a jovial air and took an empty seat at the bar, nervously sitting with her hands holding her skirt between her legs securely.
The bartender took notice and she looked him in the eyes with apprehension.
“Mais….urm…somthin’ sweet?”
------------------------------------------------------------------------
Evie was half way in town before someone caught wind of her espionage:
A little girl no older then five.
Creeping behind a rock wall within the canyon town she let out a light whistle to herself as a young man with cut abs lifted some supplies.
“Chi'kan!” the youngling close behind exclaimed, sending the Zabrak spawling in alarm.
“ Shut your screech hole kid!” She hissed, bringing her index finger to her lips.
The little tan female began to repremand her in twi’leki.
“Shut up!” Evie Spat.
“Go away!” she waved the child off with frustration.
The little twi’lek continued and Evie massaged her temples with stress.
“Take this and leave me alone!” she growled with finality, tossing a sweet treat at the girl so hard she dodged with a cry.
The little one peered back and received the candy from the floor, opening it and poping it into her mouth casually skipping off with satisfaction.
“Stupid kid…” Evie exhaled.
“…makes me want another…” She added, smiling fondly.
The wind suddenly picked up, sending a wave of dust through her ankles- a sharp spray- an unnatural gust.
She turned and met an elbow to her face.
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Ashes felt a hand on her shoulder and grimaced as an ugly male approached. His face was grave and boiled.
“My friend doesn’t like you…” He said.
She stared momentarily.
Her lip began to quiver.
And she fled the bar with a screech.
He looked puzzled and continued,
“…Sitting all alone…” He finished. A handsome man in the corner looked to him with disappointment and shrugged.
The twi’lek exited, holding her chest.
‘Bad people….Bad people…Gotta get out of here….Oh gah! My skirt is flipped! Could this day get any worse- AH! I bit my toungue…!’
---------------------------------------------------------------------
Evie clicked her heel against the floor and slashed at her assailant with a high kick of the concealed blade.
He recoiled, blinded, with torn eyelids.
Slavers.
They descended upon the town like locust and the hunteress fled at the sheer numbers.
“Ashes!” she screamed into her travel comm.
“Get to some where safe this place is a hell hole! Its over run by slavers- “ she slid to a stop and pounced upon a man seeking an elderly male with a howl.
Using his gut like a spring board she bought him to the ground, pushing back his face with her gloved palm and striking his vulnerable neck with wind-pipe crushing conseqence.
Continuing on from his shattered frame she spoke through her strikes, setting her sights on a female of her own species nearing a home.
“ They’ve must’ve raided this place before! They’re sending everyone into a frenzy but-”
The two crashed through the residents front door, tussling like animals. Evie got the highers ground and reined down strikes to the woman’s body until she was flipped onto her back- just as her vibro-razor was in her fist.
“Its all very-!”
She stabbed the woman’s cheek and bite her lower lip, stretching it to be cleaved by the carving blade.
“nostalgic!” she growled, ripping the brim from its owner. The flesh hung between her eyeteeth and sanguine lapped down from the wound onto her unfeeling face, the hint of a smirk growing as she spat the meat to her side and kicked the soon to be corpse just near. Screams of agony filled the household.
She wiped her mouthh clean and found her next target amongst the raiders.
--------------------------------------------------------------------
Ashes turned the corner back into the cantina, pressing her back against the wall as the comm sounded.
The patrons went into a panic as the words filled the air.
“An attack!”
The Twi’lek struggled to hear her mother’s words as the occuapants began to riot.
She was shoved away as they piled furnishings onto the door to prevent entry and made for a lower level for shelter.
“Ryma!” Ashes cried.
“What about you! This is bad! People are loosing their minds in here!”
She huddled with the masses beneath the building and contacted Evie again with desperation.
“ Stasha!”
------------------------------------------------------------------------
Evie grimaced as the comm sounded, she had just been passed by and expected to smuggle it within the walls of the slaving frieghter when the thin lethan inspecting her crop took note.
It was crushed in an instant.
The Zabrak was in a tight spot, she had been out numbered and taken in line with other captives, she would be forced upon a frieghter to an unknown location- void of any means of contact and stripped of her weapons.
She wouldn’t go without a fight. The only weapons she needed were attached to her body.
She stood silently as the red twi’lek looked her in the eyes.
“beast.” she spat.
“These iridonians would eat their own young if they had the right spices.” she added, tapping the huntress’ jaw limply.
Stasha was unmoved, she would not waste her breath on a self-loathing snake headed traitor. There were other twi’leks amongst the raiders- she assumed their leader was a previous owner of the scum, molding them into the filth that now soiled her presence.
The Red woman strolled through the ranks of her capture and pulled a small, flattened Ultrasonic whistle from her collar. She was a tall woman, a deep crimson with pupils lacking any visible iris save for an off white encircling. Her mouth was concealed by a facial covering, one resembling many long, locked fangs and she down turned it to place her lips on the instrument.
The Zabrak heard no sound. Her fellow prisoners however screamed in torture, covering their bleeding ears. The lethan pulled back her mask and entered the ship ahead- in the town’s front. Evie glared as she passed.
The trader stopped.
She tapped her ear cones- protectively covered and left with a sneer, beckoning one of her associates…
and the slaves began the march to their prison, the door shutting behind them and taking off with a cloud of dust.
------------------------------------------------------------
Ashes and her fellow stow aways exited, gazing after the ship as it ascended into the atmosphere.
The twi’lek stared, grief stricken. She lifted her comm, sent a message to any BHG member who would listen, swallowed and said:
“If anyone can hear this…There is big trouble on Ryloth….”
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((OOC: Ok you're welcome to this if you have a reason for being there...I don't want you to just happen to be prancing along and stumble upon this- or hide from some none exsistant fire storm that has yet to happen- If they wouldn't let Evie waltz in keep in mind your "totally awesome" human probably wouldn't be to welcome with the tchin tchun -folk- she commed Guild members btw...so your kindly farm boy who found an R2 unit and has a thirst for adventure might not pick up (unless he intercepts...and cares)so keep it reasonable- I'm not trying to douce your fiery passion just keeping the thread hot and trying to have fun with this))
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