Kayanna Djo
When Rock and Water collide
Location: Unknown Slaver Ship
Theme: Hibernation
She stumbled upon consciousness in the dark. She wasn’t lying down, which surprised her, but more sat in a rigid kneeling position and was adorned with an utter and insurmountable sensation of numbness. The rattling and clank of chains echoed above the hum of a strong repulsor engine, misfiring and shuttering the ship with every other kick.
It was cold and as was her custom, she didn’t have much to fight it off. As her cerulean eyes fluttered open, she opened her mouth only to snap it shut at the sudden sharp pain - emanating from the back of her jaw and up into the temple of her head. It tasted like dried blood and spitting, she realized it was an old wound.
Looking around, she tried to move but nothing budged. Her hands were shackled to the metal plating floor, covering the entirely of her fist with a gauntlet. The clamps around each of her shins were performing in the same manner. Even if she was free, she imagined it would take half an hour just for her legs to come to. She had no recollection of how she got there, the days preceding this moment weren’t even a blur. It was just darkness, like the vacuum of space.
A Trandoshan moved in front of her, strafing in a guarded fashion, with a blaster rifle held to the ground. Anna tried to speak but only hoarse whispers escaped her chapped lips. Stowing that idea for a moment, she surveyed her surroundings. The ships modelhttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/YV-865_Aurore-class_freighter was unknown to her, a thing that wasn’t entirely uncommon given her lack of background in space wayfaring. But the inner hull was pocked with rust and shoddily repaired with durasteel paneling.
Closing her eyes, her nostrils flared as she took in the scents. It was dirty, free of anything even remotely resembling freshness. Looking around, the hull was filled with more than 50 passengers - all shackled in different formats. Some were strung up against the wall, others were hogtied, while a few lucky individuals were cuffed by the hands and bound to a ringlet on the ground. It seemed that while the ship was entirely capable of holding this number of people, the caretakers weren’t prepared for this sort of haul.
It reminded her of the hunts on Dathomir, bringing in mates that were slung together with thick bindings. As unromantic as that seemed, this seemed worse.
“Where...where are we going…” She saw stars as the Trandoshan turned, driving the butt of his rifle against her head. Everything went dark as her body slumped forward - movement limited to her once more awkward kneel.
[member="Romi Jade"]
Theme: Hibernation
She stumbled upon consciousness in the dark. She wasn’t lying down, which surprised her, but more sat in a rigid kneeling position and was adorned with an utter and insurmountable sensation of numbness. The rattling and clank of chains echoed above the hum of a strong repulsor engine, misfiring and shuttering the ship with every other kick.
It was cold and as was her custom, she didn’t have much to fight it off. As her cerulean eyes fluttered open, she opened her mouth only to snap it shut at the sudden sharp pain - emanating from the back of her jaw and up into the temple of her head. It tasted like dried blood and spitting, she realized it was an old wound.
Looking around, she tried to move but nothing budged. Her hands were shackled to the metal plating floor, covering the entirely of her fist with a gauntlet. The clamps around each of her shins were performing in the same manner. Even if she was free, she imagined it would take half an hour just for her legs to come to. She had no recollection of how she got there, the days preceding this moment weren’t even a blur. It was just darkness, like the vacuum of space.
A Trandoshan moved in front of her, strafing in a guarded fashion, with a blaster rifle held to the ground. Anna tried to speak but only hoarse whispers escaped her chapped lips. Stowing that idea for a moment, she surveyed her surroundings. The ships modelhttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/YV-865_Aurore-class_freighter was unknown to her, a thing that wasn’t entirely uncommon given her lack of background in space wayfaring. But the inner hull was pocked with rust and shoddily repaired with durasteel paneling.
Closing her eyes, her nostrils flared as she took in the scents. It was dirty, free of anything even remotely resembling freshness. Looking around, the hull was filled with more than 50 passengers - all shackled in different formats. Some were strung up against the wall, others were hogtied, while a few lucky individuals were cuffed by the hands and bound to a ringlet on the ground. It seemed that while the ship was entirely capable of holding this number of people, the caretakers weren’t prepared for this sort of haul.
It reminded her of the hunts on Dathomir, bringing in mates that were slung together with thick bindings. As unromantic as that seemed, this seemed worse.
“Where...where are we going…” She saw stars as the Trandoshan turned, driving the butt of his rifle against her head. Everything went dark as her body slumped forward - movement limited to her once more awkward kneel.
[member="Romi Jade"]