Why oh why had Rainbow agreed to this? She had never been a physical person, and she couldn't lift anything they found anyway. Even before the attack she'd been struggling, too frail to walk long in the sun, and frankly, somebody should have told her stiletto boots were a bad choice in desert sand. But it had seemed like easy credits, and she desperately needed credits to keep her ship going, it had stalled again and she couldn't get it started no matter what she did, so unless she wanted to be stuck on Tatooine forever, she had to get some credits to pay to get it going.
And now, here she was, a prisoner of the sand people. She was sat in one of their pens, heavy metal manacles around her skinny wrists, unable to move. The others were just shackled, but for Rainbow, those shackles were too heavy, and she couldn't move at all. Worse yet, ghostly pale, she was burning something terrible under the twin suns. She'd be peeling for a month! Her only hope was the emergency transmission she'd gotten off.
The other prisoners were gathered in a group, whispering, as Rainbow tried to hear. They nodded to each other, and the ringleader looked over at her.
"Hey, princess, we're gonna make a break for it while they're eating. You coming?" He nodded, crouched, ready to run, still shackled but able to move. Rainbow wriggled around, straining, but failing to lift her shackles.
"I can't!" She said helplessly. "They're... too heavy.... I can't lift them!" She gestured to the shackles, utterly unable to move. The man seemed to scoff at this.
"C'mon, I get it, you're kinda small, but nobody's that weak. Just, lift 'em up and we can get out of here..." He laughed. Rainbow strained and tried her best, making a show of how she really couldn't. The man shook his head in disbelief. "God, well, hey, maybe if you get out of this, book a session at the gym?" He suggested, to which the others sniggered. "C'mon lads, let's go!" She watched as the group snuck to the edge of the pen, only a wooden gate keeping it shut. With a vicious kick they broke it open, and ran.
Seconds later, she heard the howl of Tusken Raiders giving chase, and minutes later, gunshots and screams. She sighed, rolling over, pinned by the shackles. Now she was on her own. She supposed she should be glad. They were goners. At least this way she had a few more hours, before the Raiders did with her whatever it is they did with prisoners like herself.
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