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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2012 13:59:32 GMT -5
He couldn't do this anymore.
The small boy sat in a shivering heap on the floor, the cold, dirtied ground offering little protection. He knew Master would scold him for getting soiled on a workday, but he didn't care. Lyalill Kunar would rather die.
The petite boy was wearing only a worn blanket as a covering, trembling as the cold pierced his skin. He whimpered quietly, hoping someone would just come along and save him. The Thakwaash who owned him was off in some cantina, probably having a great time, rounding up customers to ravage his slave's body. A tear rolled down Lyalill's cheek at the thought. He didn't like this. He wanted to go home. Wherever, or whatever home was.
A rather large Twi'Lek grabbed the blanket from him, grinning as he ripped it off of the boy's naked body. Muscular arms hoisted him up, a sinister cackle coming from the other. Your master to.d me where to find you, the man grinned, So give me a good show, slave.
Lyalill's silver-blue eyes went wide. Unable to speak, he gave a cry, his quiet wail echoing off the walls as he tried to get out of the man's grip. He didn't want to, he didn't want to! The Anomid boy cried for help again, tears rolling down his cheeks. His cries were wrought with fear and despair. Lyalill begged someone, anyone, to save him. He was in pain.
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Post by Ragnan Vang on Sept 16, 2012 18:13:38 GMT -5
Walking through the Clone base on Coruscant I stop by my Republic Commandos, motiooning to come they quickly pick up their rifles and follow me without hesitation. As usual my hood casts a long and dark shadow upon my face, entering an LAAT shuttle I hold on as we take off.
"So what are we doing at this time sir?"
"Rescue mission trooper. We are going to rescue someone"
"Very well sir"
The LAAT shuttle zoomed through the passing transports and dived, we were going deep into the Criminal Society. I would need to contact someone first before miving any further. This person has been giving myself good intelligence about criminal activity in the Undercity areas. After a good five minutes the shuttle stopped and one side opened up, a crowd had gathered to see who it was, once they saw Clone Commandos and myself they took many steps back.
Walking out of the LAAT the Clones and I began our quest to find the boy. Wandering around for a good thirty minutes, I came to a cantina, I was quickly joined by the commando squad who began asking questions about him. I sit at the bar and wait for the bartender to approach.
"What can I do for you Jedi Knight?"
"I'm looking for a boy in a certain, slave industry"
"I know all about that, I have told the athorities but they won't listen to an Undercity bartender. Look here, this guy runs a well- let's say a 'Pleasure Business', and right now he has a very rare species. This guy, he isn't a nice fellow either. Just be careful, and don't die. You're good for business"
The Mandalorian laughs crazily before he went back to his bartending. Standing up I motion my men to leave the cantina, getting outside I look at the paper Ganook passed me and looked at the address he wrote on it.
Turning right I knew the address, I began to run in a hurry as I sensed pain, sorrow, and a person who just doesn't want to live anymore.
"Commandos, get into the LAAT, I'll send you a beacon with my location when I'm ready to pick up"
"Copy that sir"
Pushing through the crowd I made my way toward my destination, I wanted to get there soon. Who knows what people are doing to him, my eyes narrowed as my determination increases! Using the force to boost my movements, I blast my way through the crowd!
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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2012 18:38:58 GMT -5
Lyalill could only scream feebly one last time, before the sound of a heavy door closing echoed through the dark streets. Screams were muffled by fabric, the sound of many things hitting the floor coming from inside. The Twi'Lek grinned as he watched the small form before him cry and try to escape. Of course, he couldn't. The Anomid's hands were bound, a strip of cloth servicing as a muffler, forced into the boy's mouth. Lyalill gagged on it, trying to spit it out, but it wasn't working for him. He brought his knees close to hips chest, only to have them forced apart.
The sound if his muffled cry slipped from under the door.
Anomid's lacked adequate vocal cords to speak, or produce loud noises. They could cry, whimper, wail softly, whine, and squeak, but never produce any words. That's what made them the perfect slaves for this sort of work. They were so dainty and delicate in appearance, but with a faster healing time than humans. They were also one of the most sensitive beings in the universe, physically and emotionally.
Finding an Anomid was the hard part. Their homelands are hidden deep in the ice of Pantorra, as the silver-haired humanoids have befriended the Taalz. They live in isolation, with very few outside communication or technology. The Anomids were peaceful people, generally human in appearance, with pale skin, silver hair, and blue eyes.
But Lyalill had been born into the slavery business. His mother had been a pretty slave as well, but he had never met her. As the pain only increased, Lyalill's cries softened, replaced by the tears rolling down his cheeks. The man finished with him within the thirty minutes- the time limit set for each patron each night, before leaving the boy laying in the room with the blanket, as he was instructed to by the Thakwaash.
Lyalill couldn't walk. He could hardly breathe. It hurt to breathe- it hurt to move. The young Anomid simply gripped the blanket,hoping that he would catch sick from the cold, and hopefully die. He coughed a few times, shivering without relent.
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Post by Ragnan Vang on Sept 16, 2012 19:02:21 GMT -5
After a solid ten minutes of running I had to stop, I was running out of breath and needed to rest, sitting on a durasteel crate I look up and smiled as I reached my destination. Leaning back I catch my breath before standing back up, taking my lightsaber hilts into my hands and hide them in the sleeves of my black robe. I stand at the door and open it, walking in everyone just stopped and looked at me. Suddenly every blaster was pointed at me, I counted twenty men and women and about thirty blasters. They all varied in species but I wasn't bothered with them. Taking a long breath, I activate my lightsabers expecting everyone to attack, but instead they dropped their weapons.
"That is odd. Unless..."
Turning around a incredibly built Twi'lek stood behind me cracking his knuckles, and his neck joints. deactivating my blades I jumped and slammed the bottom of the hilt on his head as hard as I possibly could. I was expecting him to take it and stare me down, but instead he was knocked out cold. I shook my head and passed through the crowd.
I stopped, something was wrong, this was too easy. And I was right, blasters yet again were pointed at me. Smart, they waited until they had surrounded me. But unfortunately for them, I was proficient at Ataru, spinning my hilts in each hands I activate them and begin deflecting blaster fire. And after a good minute the firing had stopped, I was lucky that time, I had only suffered I graze shot on my thigh, but it didn't bother me.
Yet again I stop as the Twi'lek from before stands back up, and more of them came into view. This was not good, especially when they all drew swords and electro-whips. If I get hit I'm done for.
Spinning my blades slowly I wait for them to attack first...
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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2012 20:01:14 GMT -5
The sound of hooves pierced the air at a leisurely gait, as that door creaked open. A bit of whimpering followed, followed by the shuffling of blankets, before a pinto Thakwaash trotted out of the enclosed room, with Lyalill in his arms.
Knowing that the young Anomid was easily susceptible to the temperature, after clouting him to the ear for soiling himself and cursing the boy for only receiving thirty credits, he clothed him in the white parka he had bout for him, though he had wrapped his extremities in the blanket. Blood was a pain to get off fur.
The Thakwaash offered the boy only a few mouthfuls of water, to which the Anomid took to gratefully, sipping the cup as it was placed to his lips. The refreshing liquid was taken away from him before he had finished the glass. Since he received such little credits, he wasn't going to be fed tonight.
The large, upright Stallion forced the boy to stand on his own, hitting him every time he fell over. Lyalill cried quietly as he hobbled along on unsteady legs, being half-dragged, half-pulled along by the chain at his neck the master was holding. His silken silver hair fell over his petite frame, blue-silver eyes widened by fear and agony. He fell more than once on the way, each time being clouted and forced to get to his feet, or be dragged. The blanket he had wrapped around his lower section that served as undergarments was dampened by now.
The Thakwaash snorted at him in impatience as he fell yet again, hoisting him by the parka and putting him on his feet all too roughly. They were just outside the cantina now- the usual place Master got customers. Lyalill cried out, only to be covered up by the 'vrrr' of what could only be a Jedi weapon.
The Thakwaash neighed deeply in curses, snatching up his prized slave, who wailed yet again, and tried to run, his hooves hitting the ground.
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Post by Ragnan Vang on Sept 16, 2012 22:37:29 GMT -5
The first Twi'lek rushed me and paid for it as my cyan blade went through his chest swiftly, the second attacked silently but I felt his presense shifting, with my other blade I sliced his head in half. the others hesitated for a bit before they all came in at once walking in, circling me. Deactivating my blades I begin to summon force energy.
Brining my arms in to my chest I cross them with closed fists summoning as much energy as quickly as I can. When the Twi'leks were about to kill me, I released the force energy in a Force Repulse technique that I had been studying up on. And it seems I have done well, where I stood was a small crater and the Twi'leks were on the ground dead.
Hearing a squeal and what sounded like hooves I follow the noise with one of my lightsabers activated. Diving out of a window I see the creature holding my target. Jumping off the wall opposite the window I land on my feet and begin to pursue my enemy! I ran as fast as I could but was losing ground, taking a turn I follow the alley and jump over the fence and see the hooved creature continue running, and he was a fast one at that.
With my blade activated evryone was getting out of my way in fear of losing a limb or their life, my hood had flown off revealing my large facial injury. But I was determined to finish my mission.
"Stop, Your are under arrest in the name of the Galactic Republic!"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2012 23:00:34 GMT -5
I was patrolling the sector when i picked up chatter on my com. It was choppy, but i still got bits and pieces of what was happening. I immediately begin to set up street blocks to help the Jedi known as Ragnan Vang. I turned on my jet-pack that was hooked up to my Mandolorian armor to catch up to the thakwaash. After catching up i spot the Jedi chasing after the hooved beast. I speed ahead of them to catch it by surprised.
Hiding around the corner i pull out my blaster and set it to stun. I than jump out the second i hear the clattering of hooves and shoot towards the thakwaash only to miss. I than propel forward and grab the boy, fist ramming into the creatures chest. I than land in front of the Jedi and hand over the child
"Sorry for the interference General Vang."
I than gesture to the Jedi that his hood is down.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2012 6:59:07 GMT -5
The small Anomid squeaked slightly in surprise as he was suddenly snatched away, his eyes jolting open to see the Trooper who was holding him. His eyes, however red they were from tears, were truly breathtaking. A very subtle shade of blue fringed by glistening silver, the fear-ravaged irises met white, then silver yet again as he looked up to the man. His heart began to race....
The Thakwaash hit the ground with a heavy thud, but was unable to get to his feet. He neighed loudly, his brown and white mane splaying across the tile. The Stallion gave a hearty laugh, almost a if he were a blathering drunkard. You think you can get away with him? he laughed, his tail swishing across the ground, Four, and he dies!
The Anomid tried to find a grip on the trooper's slick armor, unsure where, or to whom he was being handed to. His dainty fingers couldn't find one, however, though it wasn't As if he could Have resisted for long. He hardly weighed anything- the chain around his neck probably weighed more than he did. He was soon held by arms once again, and looked up to see now another scary-looking soldier, but a human. Though he was marked by a horrid scar, there was something that made the man seem... Trustworthy.
Shaking terribly, and scarcely breathing, the Anomid slowly began hyperventilating. Used to being thrown in a locked room at around this time, Lyalill couldnt breathe the city air too easily. Anomid's breathed not oxygen, but a compound of nitrogen and methane. He closed his eyes, feeling faint as he gasped for breath, a tear rolling down his cheek.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2012 16:26:44 GMT -5
I pull out some shock cuffs and put the Thakwaash in them. He tried to struggle out only to meet a pistol to his forehead. I pull out a data pad and begin to look for him in the bounty list.
"So tell me chakaar, how much are you worth? And if you want to stay alive i'd suggest you stop.
My data pad than starts flashing red when i find the beast's bounty. I than remove my blaster and press my helmet up to his face.
"Well well, your worth more, DEAD."
My jet-pack turns on as i grab the creature by the neck, lifting him a good 30 feet in the air. I than drop him into a one of the barriers i set up, causing enough force to leave him alive. When i land back down i immediately put a respirator on the child so he can breath. Taking off my helmet i smile at the boy, and kindly say, "K'oyacyi, Hang in there"
After patting the Anomid's head i begin to contact the local authorities.
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Post by Ragnan Vang on Sept 18, 2012 0:40:22 GMT -5
Holding the kid in my arms I look at the Clonetrooper, flinging my hood back over my head I stare at him. He wanted the credits, but his arogance has made the situation worse.
"CT-1997! I am on a mission from the Jedi Council, and you have just alerted a presense I didn't want coming. A Crimelord and his gang"
Pointing behind the Clone I gesture with my finger, I knew the hooved beast was working for a higher power, but a Mandalorian was the last one I expected. Activating my lightsaber I was prepared to defend myself, the Clone, and the child. The Thakwaash was released of his cuffs, and stood up.
There was no way the Clone and I were able to defeat all of them, we would surely die. And I wasn't about to endanger the child I was with. Taking a step back I suddenly remembered I had a Republic Commando squad on standby.
"CT-1997, I would get close to me ASAP if you don't want to get close to Omega"
Omega was a known Commando, and I had a good feeling CT-1997 aka Yulan would get the idea to move out of the way. Pressing the button I heard the voice of Omega barking out orders over my comlink. This was going to get interesting very quick.
"So, General Vang, the Guardian of the Peace, Ghost Guardian, the names roll on and on. I hope you didn't plan on slipping through my fingers again any time soon. You are worth more than last time, someone could buy a small planet with the bounty on your head! And I plan on colle-"
Before he could finish a single blue blaster bolt came from nowhere and struck him in the head! Omega then walked from the shadows spinning his pistol on his index finger. Now next to me he put the black pistol in the holster.
"General Vang, Yulan, aaaand little one. I think it's time we left don't you?"
"Agreed. Yulan follow Omega, he will take you to his LAAT. Your job is done here"
"Come on Yulan we are out of here! I'll be back for you General"
Standing my ground I put Lyalill just behind me, feeling the gentle tug on my robe I take it off and wrap him in it before standing back up. Unclipping my second lightsaber I connect the two together and activate the other side creating my saber-staff. The two cyan blades illuminated the area, and all of my facial features.
"Who is first then huh?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2012 6:57:15 GMT -5
As the soldier took off his helmet, The blue-eyed Anomid was relieved to see not one of those awful droids Master had, but another man. He looked battle-worn, but also... Kind. As he smiled, Lyalill recognized the words he spoke, watching him to show he was listening. The young Anomid took the respirator gratefully, covering his mouth and nose and taking in a breath. By the hoarse crackle of his throat, it was obvious he had some fresh injuries from this night. The Anomid coughed a bit, but was sated by the Respirator. He never breathed such pure air....
Lyalill jumped a bit, startled by the blasted bolt. He stared at the dead man before him, the Thakwaash who had held him captive, forced him into such humiliating positions, yet... He felt a bit sad for the man. Gerek had been his only family since he was born... He used to be nice, feeding him, letting him sleep, but... Money always corrupted.
With his breathtaking gaze locked or the dead Thakwaash, the Anomid was also a bit startled as his bare feet suddenly touched the ground. Staggering with a cry, as he could hardly stand on his own, he accidentally knocked the respirator from his face, looking up at the Jedi. He held the robe over himself, falling back on his side, as his legs gave out. He reached blindly for the respirator, and immediately put it back to his face after coughing.
Looking up, the Anomid noticed two soldiers now- the kind one he knew, And a new one. The first had spoken Mandoa.... Lyalill knew a few phrases, but he was mute. It would be a rare occurrence if either Knew Ah'nno Signing, but it was worth a try. Using both his shaking hands, he signed to the one the Jedi had called "Yulan"
Su cuy'gar. After a moment, he took a shaking breath, and signed weakly yet again, his silver-blue eyes on Yulan. Aaray.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2012 17:46:20 GMT -5
I put my Mandolorian helmet back on and look down at the child who was having trouble getting up. He signed to me. Understanding he was in pain I picked him up and backed up against Omega and pulled out a tri-blaster.
"Omega, where's the LAAT?"
I followed the commando to the ship. Once there i sat in the back with the Anomid. I signed to him asking if he could understand me speaking. He replied yes. I than took off my helmet revealing my white hair.
"Hey, what's your name ad'ika?" My smile was kind and caring as I waited his reply.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2012 7:54:54 GMT -5
The small Anomid curled up in Yulan's lap, though it was uncomfortable, being that the blanket over his lower half was wet with blood, and it was rubbing against his bruised skin. He closed his eyes, resting his head on Yulan's chest plate. Lyalill was exhausted. The sound of a Lightsabre caught him on edge, however, making him open his eyes arubtly. He listened to the Trooper, though his eyes trailed to the man's white hair. But... He wasn't Anomid. Signing back shakily, he slowly replied,
Wooba Soosa Lyalill. ... ... ...Kai'tome?
The small boy was hungry, having not eaten in over a week. He reached up experimentally and tugged on Yulan's white hair, his blue eyes curious. This man didn't look old. Why was his hair white?
The young Anomid signed, Ibik?
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Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2012 16:40:12 GMT -5
I pulled out a ration pack form my bag and handed it to him after learning he was hungry. I noticed he was curious about my white hair. I looked him in the eyes, ruffled his white hair, and than cut a piece of my hair off. It immediately turned brown than disappeared.
"I'm like you, delicate." I pulled out a scanner and looked over the boy's body. In the mists of his wounds healing i noticed a little device in his shoulder. I assumed since he was a slave before that it was his tracking chip. I immediately commanded the pilot not to leave the area. I looked at the boy and held him in my arms. I hoped this mission would go well, cause i wouldn't be right for such a young boy to die.
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Post by Ragnan Vang on Sept 21, 2012 18:37:59 GMT -5
Rushing my opponents, I swing and slash with my weapon. And within seconds, the thugs were dead, and only the Thakwaash was alive. Deactivating one end I point the tip only milimetres from his throat, I could hear the hair on his neck sizzling from the heat of the blade.
"I suggest you surrender. I have another place to be right now and don't have time for games. You are coming with me"
"You have a feel about you Jedi... You're calm, and it's most disturbing. It frightens me... I shall come with you"
"Good"
Using the force, I cuff the creature and lift him up with the force keeping a tight hold on him. Seeing him trying to push a button on his bracer, I stop him and take it off. I knew he was about to kill the Anomid.
"The Anomid will live. You have failed, and I literally can't wait to interrogate you. I have been tracking you for some time, and your Mandalorian friend, but now that this is done, I get to ask you some nice and simple questions back at the Temple.
Bringing my comlink to my mouth I communicate to Omega.
"Omega, come pick me up, also get my Arc Trooper squad to bring an extra transport for our friend. Yulan, can I trust you to look after the boy until I reach the Temple? Also, their should be a chip in his shoulder, take it out"
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