The heavy foot slammed into her side. She choked as she once again tried to crawl away from the bullies.
The whip coiled around her side. It released, and she felt the skin tear from her tiny frame. She choked as she once again tried to crawl away from the taskmaster.
But the bullies easily stalked up to her. She felt a foot slam into her head, pushing her into the ground. "Chiss! What are you good for? My dad died in that rebellion against our Empire you blue demons pulled!"
But the taskmaster easily stalked up to her. She felt a foot slam into her head, pushing her into the muddy ground. "Chiss slave! Get back to work! These fields won't harvest themselves, you blue demon!"
Mevia spat out water as she glared up at the bullies. Seeing the resistance in her eyes, the boy scowled and kicked her head, making her ears ring. "Stay down, Chiss!"
Kemme'viawa'nuvci spat out water as she glared up at the taskmaster. Seeing the resistance in her eyes, the Mawite scowled and kicked her head, making her ears ring. "Stay down, Chiss!"
Mevia panted, head spinning, as she unclenched her fists. She went limp, feeling the darkness of exhaustion and fear overtake her. "I'll... be good... taskmaster... please stop..."
Mevia panted, head spinning, as she unclenched her fists. She went limp, feeling the darkness of exhaustion and fear overtake her. "I'll... be good... taskmaster... please stop..."
And no one helped the child, because she was a slave here. A useless slave. A useless Chiss...
"Leave her alone!"
Mevia heard a strike, but she felt no pain. Furthermore, the crushing pressure of the bully's foot was released from her skull. She looked up and saw a beautiful sight. As the ring leader fell to the ground, a child slightly older than her was already employing martial arts to take down the other two.
"Elise!"
The blonde girl turned and expertly blocked the untrained bully's punch. She easily swiped his hand aside and slammed her fist into his gut with discipline and grace. She turned and glared at the final bully, who took one look then turned and ran.
Elise panted, watching him leave. She turned to her little sister, their red eyes locking together. Despite the valiant display shown, Elise only had gentle care in her eyes. She walked towards Mevia and bent down, scooping her up. Despite being older, Elise was small - which was why Mevia was impressed as Elise carried her away from the beat up bullies.
Elise carried her down the streets for a bit before gently lowering her to the ground and checking her bruises. Mevia huffed, sheepish, as Elise pulled out a rag and softly rubbed the mud off her face. "I've hurt way worse before. Don't fret!"
When she briefly looked to Elise's face, she saw raw heartbreak written on her features. Her pointed ears drooped, "You never should have..."
Mevia just awkwardly shrugged, looking away again. She hated pity. And she hated how much her adoptive sister and mom looked at her with sorrow in her eyes. It had been two years since her father found and adopted her! And yet, here, she felt like nothing had changed... she was still seen as a pathetic Chiss.
"Mevia, you have to stand up for yourself."
Mevia looked up to Elise as she lowered the rag, "You're Mandalorian now. You're not a slave anymore. Yet you still lay down and take beatings like you are."
Mevia blinked in surprise as her sister, strong and confident, stood up and placed her hands on her hips. "We are warriors, Mevia. We are strong. If someone tries to put us down, we dish it back towards them tenfold!"
Elise smirked, lifting an arm and flexing it. Even at a young age, Elise had developed some trim muscle. "I believe in you, Kemme'viawa'nuvci! You are Mandalorian too!"
She bent down and placed a hand on her shoulder, smiling sweetly, "You don't have to be afraid anymore, vod'ika. But dad and mom and I can't always swoop in to save you. You have to get powerful too. You're not a slave, you're not a weakling. You are Mandalorian. And you can be proud of being Chiss too. Own it!"
Blam!
Another scumbag fell to the floor, dead. Mevia Krayt lowered her rifle and looked around. The entire wing was clear. She chuckled and checked the ammunition of her rifle. Then, she approached the door.
While her father took the right side of the building, Mevia took the left. They were to meet again in the main corridor. They had entered an outpost in Chiss space where pirates had taken a small town of Chiss and enslaved them. This was the last stop for them before the ship came to take them off world... unfortunately for these slavers, they had two Chiss Mandalorians here to save their people. - Well, one and a half Chiss, technically. Her father was a hybrid.
Mevia expected her father to be in the same room already fighting the slavers. But as she walked in, she saw that he was not there yet. But the slavers all had their slaves hunkered in cages. Those blasted, cramped, biohazardous cages! Beneath her visor, Mevia gritted her teeth. The lead slaver, holding a rifle in his hand, tilted his head, "Another one? Karking hoth, we've got enough going on at the right side of the building!"
He snapped his finger, "Boys?"
Four smugglers pulled out pistols and vibroblades. Mevia looked at them all and swung her rifle behind her back. She crossed her arms over her chest, "Bring it."
As blaster bolts flew towards her, she activated her wrist energy shields and blocked the bolts aimed for her unarmored neck. Some bolts slammed into her body, but her beskar'gam harmlessly deflected them. Mevia stalked towards them, unaffected by the attacks.
"Yo, Yor'de, you got that boom boom?"
One of the the smugglers raised his hand and chucked an explosive towards her. Mevia reached and pressed a button on her vambrace. An energy shield surrounded her body, completely blocking the damage of the grenade's detonation.
"What are you doing!? Protect the cargo! You wanna get paid or what!"
"Cargo!" Mevia gritted her teeth. For her people, once powerful and strong in their home of Csilla, to be referred to as less than animals! It made her burn deeply inside. She deactivated her energy shield and rushed the smugglers. She aimed her charric wrist blaster and easily took down one. Then, with her other vambrace she activated her knuckle blade. With her rush, she was able to cut one through the jugular. She aimed a second killing attack, but the third smuggler moved and instead got cut across the eyes. He screamed of his pain and blindness, but a missed shot distracted Mevia from finishing him off. The final smuggler was standing, shaking, as he held his pistol pitifully in front of him. "Yor'de!"
Mevia kicked the blind man down and drew her beskad. She rushed towards the other one and ruthlessly skewered him in the stomach. With a heavy kick, his dying body was disposed of. She turned to see Yor'de scrambling, crawling away. He moaned, "I should have never signed up for this!"
Mevia slowly approached, sword in hand. Her heavy footsteps echoed through the room as she easily caught up with him and slammed her boot into his skull.
"Please! Have mercy!"
His begging meant nothing to her. She stabbed him in the heart, gritting her teeth.
They never showed me mercy. Why should I show any to them?
She yanked her sword from the corpse and turned to face the leader. While his minions had been fighting, he was busy shoving the slaves into a plasma cell. He tapped several buttons and closed them.
"I won't let you steal my fortune from me! The ship is due-"
A wrist rocket slammed into his leg. It exploded, and he wailed in pain as he fell over. Mevia never let her opponents waste time monologing.
She put her sword away and lifted her hands to her buy'ce. She removed the helmet, letting the oppressor look upon her Chiss face. She glared deeply, frowned bitterly. Then... she smirked.
"Anyone who abuses my people will suffer for it. You deserve a death beyond an easy bullet to the brain."
She reached and pulled her second rifle from her back. She aimed her Tyatr'geriuvr Plasmag Rifle at the slaver with a smirk on her face.
"Die, disgusting pig."
The light of the rifle's fire was a beam of light. It flew towards the smuggler as an angel of judgement. The power of the Mandalorian Enclave forged rifle was remarkable, painful. And the smuggler was entirely disintegrated. There would be no body to bury.
She lowered her rifle and looked to the Chiss, still cowering in their cell. Pity crossed her face as she hung her weapon over her back and sighed. As she approached the cage, she spoke, "You're not slaves anymore, you're not weak. You are Chiss. And you can be proud of it. You don't have to be afraid anymore."
