The hums of an engine drive and the feeling of moisture beneath her finger tips were the first signs that Mishel was no longer in the safe environment of the Bastion of Ren. Indeed, as she woke up, the girl felt the grate of metal beneath her finger tips. Blistering heat that forced the thick maroon Bantha leather jacket to stick to her body. Matted hair laid disheveled across her back, black flight pants and combat boots rounded out an outfit anchored by a crossing pair of brown holsters neither of which were full.
She blinked a few times as the dull yellow of the lights below her stabbed her vision. Once she had adjusted to it the young woman put one hand to her eyes and the other braced against the metal grate. She tried to speak but nothing came from her voice, instead what came out was a rasp sound of pain. Mishel winced and held her side, the girl rolled over to her back to be met with a rather ugly Weequay staring right back at her.
Mishel watched as he raised a boot and she put her arms over face and that was all she could remember.
A slaver ship passing through the Outer Rim Coalition heading back from what was a rather good haul. They had picked off the escaped pods from either First Order, Civilian or Galactic Alliance ships. The girl had on her person a lightsaber and a slug thrower pistol. No one knew who she was but she seemed rather important if the First Order symbol on her chest meant anything. It had been embroidered into the jacket, black and gray but after that, they could discern nothing of her identity. The kid didn't even pack a kit, would definitely fetch a decent price the Slaver had figured.
The Weequay was known quite simply as Everburn. Everburn had a few rules on his ship, make sure the product was alive, don't steal product from others and honor every deal. Everburn was on the bridge hands on the wheel as he guided his ship through the stars. Below deck men with blasters guarded his product. In a cell close to the stairwell, the girl with the jacket laid up against the wall. Shoulders slumped over and handcuffed to the bar behind her.
Mishel's eyes fluttered opened and her vision was blurred, but her nose was assault with the rank smell of sewage and decay. Immediately she put her free hand to her nose and then turned her head. She noticed her handcuffed to the bar and narrowed her gaze. Mishel jerked at the cuff but that proved to be a bit painful. The motors whirred in her cybernetic hand and she balled them up into a knuckle to try and break the cuffs off but at the moment the pain sensors in the skin told her to stop.
She sighed and put her head against the cold slick wall behind her. The ship groaned beneath the girl and Mishel half wondered just how thick the deck plating actually was. Part of her wished she had stayed back on Virgillia, she missed her brothers and sisters and of course her precious shack. Mishel patted herself down as she wondered where her tools had gone. See, she hadn't brought an actual survival kit with her because that would have meant she had thought this entire 'adventure' through. No, she brought her lightsaber kit the one that helps her modify and build lightsabers.
And as it happened it wasn't on her person either. She jerked at the cuff once more and grumbled. Mishel had to get off this ship, one way or another.
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She blinked a few times as the dull yellow of the lights below her stabbed her vision. Once she had adjusted to it the young woman put one hand to her eyes and the other braced against the metal grate. She tried to speak but nothing came from her voice, instead what came out was a rasp sound of pain. Mishel winced and held her side, the girl rolled over to her back to be met with a rather ugly Weequay staring right back at her.
Mishel watched as he raised a boot and she put her arms over face and that was all she could remember.
A slaver ship passing through the Outer Rim Coalition heading back from what was a rather good haul. They had picked off the escaped pods from either First Order, Civilian or Galactic Alliance ships. The girl had on her person a lightsaber and a slug thrower pistol. No one knew who she was but she seemed rather important if the First Order symbol on her chest meant anything. It had been embroidered into the jacket, black and gray but after that, they could discern nothing of her identity. The kid didn't even pack a kit, would definitely fetch a decent price the Slaver had figured.
The Weequay was known quite simply as Everburn. Everburn had a few rules on his ship, make sure the product was alive, don't steal product from others and honor every deal. Everburn was on the bridge hands on the wheel as he guided his ship through the stars. Below deck men with blasters guarded his product. In a cell close to the stairwell, the girl with the jacket laid up against the wall. Shoulders slumped over and handcuffed to the bar behind her.
Mishel's eyes fluttered opened and her vision was blurred, but her nose was assault with the rank smell of sewage and decay. Immediately she put her free hand to her nose and then turned her head. She noticed her handcuffed to the bar and narrowed her gaze. Mishel jerked at the cuff but that proved to be a bit painful. The motors whirred in her cybernetic hand and she balled them up into a knuckle to try and break the cuffs off but at the moment the pain sensors in the skin told her to stop.
She sighed and put her head against the cold slick wall behind her. The ship groaned beneath the girl and Mishel half wondered just how thick the deck plating actually was. Part of her wished she had stayed back on Virgillia, she missed her brothers and sisters and of course her precious shack. Mishel patted herself down as she wondered where her tools had gone. See, she hadn't brought an actual survival kit with her because that would have meant she had thought this entire 'adventure' through. No, she brought her lightsaber kit the one that helps her modify and build lightsabers.
And as it happened it wasn't on her person either. She jerked at the cuff once more and grumbled. Mishel had to get off this ship, one way or another.
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