Objective Two
No friends... going near [member="Alm"] eventually.
Everyone is an enemy.
The chains he found himself in, stowed away like a rat in the bowels of the ship. He was sat on a box, and would be released soon for another bathroom break in the ships meager facilities. Then, they would bring him food, water, and lock him back against the anchor in the floor. From what he could tell, he was on a planet. He knew enough about space travel to know when the ship had landed. He had only ever been in a ship one other time, when he was transported to the Red Tower as a young boy. He supposed he came from a ship as well, because his earliest memories were with a group of Twi'lek children- hence his language. Though he never learned to read, there was one thing that he learned very well how to do- to fight.
Thal had to time it perfectly, like parrying a blow or pressing the attack on a weaker enemy.
The pirate, belonged to a group that he heard referred to as other parts of the ship as 'The Burning' or something to that effect, came forward, with the nutrient pack and water bottle in hand. How kind. He reached down and undid the anchor at his feet. Thal knew that they had lessened the security. Loosened the leash on their animal. They were trying to sell him to someone, a gladiator.
Thal saw his chance for freedom, for revenge.
As soon as the pirate reached down, Thal's hands wrapped around the Zabrak's face, and he twisted it violently. Thal was built entirely out of muscle and anger, he had done nothing else but train to fight, and fight to survive for the entire time he had been alive in the galaxy. The Zabrak fell to the ground with a heavy thud. Thal let him down gently, not wishing to create such a noise so soon into his revenge. He rubbed his weary wrists, scarred and worn by years of being confined to shackles.
No more.
No more Gods. No more Masters.
Thal had no experience with the blaster on the man's thigh. But he would learn. He retrieved the stun stick from the man's jacket, one that was intended for Thal, if he were to guess. His brief exploration of the ship was uneventful, it would seem that the pirates in this small, dark vessel had other things to do. The last pirate that was here on the ship, was crouched against the controls that Thal assumed piloted the ship. The blast shields were down, concealing the true identity of the world beyond the ship. But it would also conceal him.
His Huttese was perfect, as it was his first learned language.
<"Don't forget you chose this.">
He activated the stun stick and beat the Togorian over, and over, and over, and over. The stun stick drew blood, and scorched skin when it impacted. Thal turned it all the way up, before he jabbed it into the Togorian's maw, letting the electrical current run through his body. He laughed, covered in the Togorian's battered blood. Victory. Finally. Freedom at the cost of blood. The cost of two lives. Two, pathetic lives. He had no qualms over killing them. It felt good. It felt right. The controls were in the language he had seen many times, but was unable to grasp the symbols. He had never been taught to read.
So he pressed all the buttons he could on the ship. Slowly, surely enough, a ramp, elsewhere on the ship lowered. A rush of heat into the body of the ship allowed him to trace it. Sand and a bright light, one more intense than he had ever witnessed. Caked in the blood his captors, his feet, bound in sandals, felt sand not from an arena, but from a true desert.
He collapsed to his knees, looking up at the sun. Bright blue eyes had never seen a light so intense. His eyes looked over. He was on the outskirts of a city of some kind. Old, that much he could tell from what he could gather. Ancient, maybe. Worn stone and old looking buildings. Not that Thal had seen much outside of a cage. The pirate was dragging the woman back to where they had kept him. Thal stood, tears of joy and relief staining his blood-soaked face. In the distance, another figure. Thal could not defeat the two incoming men, undoubtedly the other inhabitants of the ship- with this weapon unknown to him. Thal instead, did a rather...unusual tactic.
He played dead. The two men, and what he heard as a woman, crying and screaming. He had heard it before. Slavers taking lives for profit. He couldn't move, not quite yet. They needed to be close. As soon as they came upon their supposedly dead other cargo, they cursed in Huttese. Thal's icy-blue eyes shot open, locking with the terrified woman's. He lashed out with a kick, shattering the kneecap of the nearby Duros pirate, before he reached up and jabbed the human he was with in the solar plexus. He felt the man's sternum give and crack. He began to wheeze, from the unexpected, intense assault to his chest cavity. Thal slowly rose, as his Duros companion lay screaming, while the human was simply struggling to breathe.
He kicked the human man in the knee, bringing him down to both of his knees. He leveled the blaster with his face, and put a single bolt through his eye socket. He beat the Duros to death with the blaster, all to the dismay and horror of the woman who had saved. He dropped the blood-caked blaster, and began to laugh, and stood, unshackled, unbowed, and undefeated.
His eyes fell down to a figure in the distance. He could barely make out the image of a hammer through the haze of the desert heat. He began to walk towards the shadowy figure, shirtless, caked in blood, and with the restraints that he had freed himself from still tied to his wrists. The heat was new to him, but the adrenaline soaring through his body, and the rush of the fight- the warm blood rush, that was an old friend. Thirst and hunger didn't bother him, and it wouldn't until much later. For now, he was going to see what this mysterious hammer-wielding figure wanted.
He spoke in Huttese- hoping the popular language could at least be recognized over whatever language they spoke here, shouting over the light winds that plagued the desert eternally.
<"Are you with the slavers?">
A challenge. Set me free, die, or get out of my way. A simple enough concept for Thal.