Sadarus Azzar
Khagan
Jar'varkh hoisted the pickax above his head, grunting with the motion before slamming it down into the wall of the dimly lit mine. The Noghri barely wore anything, just a collection of dirty rags that covered his bare, grey flesh. His feet were exposed, hardened from the elements and black from the spice. As the tool made contact with the wall, a section of the web came free. He bent down to grab it, dropped his ax to the side as he rose the chunk and tossed in into the wheelbarrow behind him. And off he went to continue his boring, dull, and hard labor in the pitch-blackness of the spice mines. The spice wasn't really spice at all, glitterstem was what they called it. Glitterstem was actually produced by Energy Spiders, the Glitterstem being the webs they produced.
The Noghri reflected on past events of the encounters with such creatures were almost always fatal. At least for those who weren't Noghri. Jar'varkh had already killed a pair of them during his time in the mines, his keen eyesight giving him an advantage over the other slaves here. It was pitch black and his vision was almost on par with that of nightvision. Jar'varkh reached down to grab his pickaxe, continuing his slaving as he attempted to focus on getting the work done and making it back safely to the barracks.
Little did the Ex-Death Commando know that today was to be a big day for the mining authorities. The HoloNet feeds were exploding with advertisements as they were offering a sale on Glitterstem here on Kessel, attracting beings from every corner of the galaxy to gain some spice and indulge themselves in its telepathic and mental benefits.
@[member="Sargon Vynea"] @[member="Vice"] @[member="Isis Fontana"] @[member="Aedan Miles"]
The Noghri reflected on past events of the encounters with such creatures were almost always fatal. At least for those who weren't Noghri. Jar'varkh had already killed a pair of them during his time in the mines, his keen eyesight giving him an advantage over the other slaves here. It was pitch black and his vision was almost on par with that of nightvision. Jar'varkh reached down to grab his pickaxe, continuing his slaving as he attempted to focus on getting the work done and making it back safely to the barracks.
Little did the Ex-Death Commando know that today was to be a big day for the mining authorities. The HoloNet feeds were exploding with advertisements as they were offering a sale on Glitterstem here on Kessel, attracting beings from every corner of the galaxy to gain some spice and indulge themselves in its telepathic and mental benefits.
@[member="Sargon Vynea"] @[member="Vice"] @[member="Isis Fontana"] @[member="Aedan Miles"]