Joannis Campbell
Stargazer
Location: KesselTime: Just at dusk
Sector: Spice mining, primary sector and HQ of slave operations
Kessel. It was a planet that many saw as an opportunity to take advantage of the strength and broken will of others. Slavers came here to collect profits off of spice. Executives of cutthroat yet illegal industries came here to begin their legacy. Most importantly, however, a kidnapped and lost people lived on this planet in shackles. The chains that bound them to slavery cut so deep into their skin that the scars and wounds both physical and mental would be permanent. However, many slaves kept a fighting fire deep within them. Few, however, gained the trust of their masters like Joannis did. Years and years of betrayal, lies, and death avoided by the slavers trust invested into Joannis. Although he was still bound to this planet in a set of shackles, he had a set of power armor strictly for deep underground mining. The smugglers often inquired about buying his liberty, however the price was too high. Many attempts of Joannis' escape simply did not work. He was never caught, they just never worked. More than a few rotations ago, he had sent out a signal asking for one of the larger and more in control factions to liberate him and his brothers from their chains. Many had a fighting spirit and looked to Joannis as their leader. At the young age of nineteen, he had to mature quickly.
Another long day of mining and degrading had left Joannis beaten, almost broken, and barely conscious enough to be awake, but it was coming to an end. Walking into the barracks and into his 8x6 cell, he took the broken and dirty helmet off and dropped it onto the floor, sighing as the shackles came off and the cell door closed behind him. There was a small window that exposed the setting sun sinking beneath the horizon. Through this window he looked, sighed as the sun set, and began to disengage the power armor, setting it on the floor and picking the helmet up in his hands. He sat on the bed and looked at the 1 inch thick, amber colored visor. The suit was surely made for space and outer rim combat, however its capabilities were modified and disabled to suit the life of a deep underground miner. The hope was slowly fading from Joannis' mind. The spark was slowly leaving his heart. The inspiration to explore the stars and liberate others like him was sucked out of him by years of the same cheap labor.
Wake up.
Eat.
Mine.
Sleep.
Repeat.
And with those closing thoughts, the lights in the slave quarters shut off. The only remaining light was that of the guard's flashlight going back and forth, back and forth. The Weequay looked at him with disgust through the bars, shined the light in his eyes, scoffed and continued. The violent thoughts slowly crept in. Slowly, he slept. Hatred filled his mind. Disgust for the Weequay and Trandoshans as a species poisoned his thought process. The same dream had entered his mind again. The thought of escaping, freeing others, and blowing the entire operation to bits. After that, he'd explore the galaxy and shut down operations just like this.. Hatred, however, was slowly taking control of him... the thought of his captors death pleased him, however, the hope had returned. The hope he could escape and explore.
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