To market

[Arthos Vynea]

Teth had been the center of RI for years now, and given their hidden agenda in the slave markets a black market of sorts had begun to spring up along the years. No open stalls or even a set location, but freighters landing seemingly at random with their wares ready for display inside. It was in one of these that Arthos found himself examining the newest product, and some rather exotic species among them. His affairs were both personal and business, he wasn't much slaves to be honest, but they were a rather lucrative commodity.

A droid assistant walked by his side checking some of the slaves vitals, and medical conditions, an invaluable aid. The stocks were quickly depleting off the ship but he'd bought more then a few for the companies purposes, they'd make quite the pretty penny on the open market, but more likely doing Kara's will. They would all serve as she wished, it meant nothing to him they were not insects or less then sentient beings, they just simply had a role to fill. If one proved greater then that role, he had no doubt they would be noticed and transcended up beyond the bonds of simple slavery.

As he turned to leave there were few left, a pittance that no one found worthy of buying, and the lot of an unusable slave was quite low indeed. Glancing quickly over the ragged few, those too old to be even put to the field, and too sick to most likely survive the field. One surprised him however, a child, a bit delicate by the look of her, but children were usually among the very first to go, the most profitable.

A simple nod to his assistant send his robotic body scurrying forward to examine her as he waited. Stepping forward he could hear it, the slight rasp of her breathing as she sat against the wall. Perhaps she was more delicate then he thought, her ragged form seemingly strained by her short breath. There was something odd about her though, the lines of stress along her face, she was upset, but not afraid of death. She was intriguing, kneeling down to come eye level with her he grinned a bit sadistically, “Whats your name little one? Speak clearly and obey or I'll leave you here to return to market. The next planet you go to will be dirtier and far worse. Your body will wear the scars of their use until your death.”

 

[Lief]

Lesath had been dragged from stall to stall for a handful of years now. A child as small as she was of no use to anyone - she was too weak to work the land, too young to make use of, her Force Sensitivity was hidden enough that most overlooked it, which meant that no one had wanted her. In order to make use of her, the Slavers had made her to generic chores aboard the ship and otherwise overlooked her very existence. To them she was nothing, which was fine by Lesath. She didn't want to be noticed.

So it was that when an individual glanced in her direction, the small girl tensed up and all but growled at his approach. Her eyes narrowed, the slave mark on her cheek reddening in frustration. She did not want to be bought, she did not want to be a possession, she wanted to be free again. She wanted to go back to her parents and live as she had once lived, happy and carefree.

Yet as the man neared she gained a sense of power radiating from his being and her eyes widened. Despite another growl escaping her, the majority of her fight was lost in an instance and she found herself murmuring her name as loudly as she could.. That was, little more than a raspy whisper due to the nature of her species. "Lesath..." she had informed him as she tried to shuffle back away from him. Of course, being that she was bound and against a pillar made that difficult, instead she remained sat against her backside and simply pressed back against it, watching him warily.

"You look funny" she added, without meaning to, her nose wrinkling up ever so slightly. She had never seen a Zabrak before now, and the lack of communication with others throughout the past few years had left her loose-tongued. She had missed conversations.