I Roved Out
Tatooine
Sand Wastes
Twelve clicks north of Deathknell Canyon
It had been two months since she'd landed on Tatooine chasing a lead for a man who might know something about a long-lost people from a vastly unknown region of the galaxy. Things had not gone well. The man was dead - indebted as he was to the Hutts - and Loxa found herself suddenly caught up with his killers. As a space witch she held within her an undetermined amount of toughness and determination, and that was likely the only two things keeping her alive. Soon as they learned she could use the Force, Ysalamir and Force-nullifying accouterments had been employed. She wasn't appealing enough to be a front of the house Princess Slave, so they'd made her back-of-the-house grunt work slave.
The Hutt that had taken her as his property was called Yobu, he a smaller, younger crime lord looking to make a name for himself and earn a bit of clout. So off to the endless dune sea they went, on the hunt for krayt dragons and their valuable pearls.
So far they had proven curiously successful, and the success was making Yobu only that much more greedy. They'd only been meant for the sands for a few weeks but now?
Now he wanted to stretch his time a bit longer. A few more, he'd said, a few more. And the only way to make their supplies last was to cut from those that least needed it: the slaves.
"Sana," Loxa had finally been dismissed from her duties to move to the slave corral. She'd been given a pittance of rations - stale bread and a wooden bowl of broth along with a half-full canteen of water that was to last her until the next evening. She was hurting and exhausted, but this was only another chapter in her life of rough living. Loxa had been a slave before to arguably worse Masters, at the very least Yobu hadn't tried using them as bait for the dragons.
Yet.
"Sana, water-" she said to another of the slaves, a younger girl who was not holding up well with the sun, heat, and labor, "drink child."
Sana had tried many times before to turn her generosity away and learned it was pointless. She accepted the canteen and drank deeply. It would be empty when she got it back, but Loxa could survive without a bit longer. They would be returning to the city soon, and then she might find a way back to her freedom.
Khaleel Malvern
Sand Wastes
Twelve clicks north of Deathknell Canyon

It had been two months since she'd landed on Tatooine chasing a lead for a man who might know something about a long-lost people from a vastly unknown region of the galaxy. Things had not gone well. The man was dead - indebted as he was to the Hutts - and Loxa found herself suddenly caught up with his killers. As a space witch she held within her an undetermined amount of toughness and determination, and that was likely the only two things keeping her alive. Soon as they learned she could use the Force, Ysalamir and Force-nullifying accouterments had been employed. She wasn't appealing enough to be a front of the house Princess Slave, so they'd made her back-of-the-house grunt work slave.
The Hutt that had taken her as his property was called Yobu, he a smaller, younger crime lord looking to make a name for himself and earn a bit of clout. So off to the endless dune sea they went, on the hunt for krayt dragons and their valuable pearls.
So far they had proven curiously successful, and the success was making Yobu only that much more greedy. They'd only been meant for the sands for a few weeks but now?
Now he wanted to stretch his time a bit longer. A few more, he'd said, a few more. And the only way to make their supplies last was to cut from those that least needed it: the slaves.
"Sana," Loxa had finally been dismissed from her duties to move to the slave corral. She'd been given a pittance of rations - stale bread and a wooden bowl of broth along with a half-full canteen of water that was to last her until the next evening. She was hurting and exhausted, but this was only another chapter in her life of rough living. Loxa had been a slave before to arguably worse Masters, at the very least Yobu hadn't tried using them as bait for the dragons.
Yet.
"Sana, water-" she said to another of the slaves, a younger girl who was not holding up well with the sun, heat, and labor, "drink child."
Sana had tried many times before to turn her generosity away and learned it was pointless. She accepted the canteen and drank deeply. It would be empty when she got it back, but Loxa could survive without a bit longer. They would be returning to the city soon, and then she might find a way back to her freedom.
