I'm Coming for You, Mand'alor

[Lord Gaius]

Reuss VIII, Portmoak Sector​

The Force Adept​

"Hey, there's a body in that water, fish him out."
Light flashed, and he coughed violently into the breathing apparatus that consumed much of his face. Sabik Dhami couldn't quite remember where he was, or how he had come to be there. The images his eyes soaked in, he faintly recognized he was being pulled out of a body of greenish water, contaminated by a polluted planet. Then just as he was slowly gaining consciousness, he saw a fist come down, and his lights were out once again.


"Geezus! Hit him any harder you snot-for-brains and you'll kill the kid."
The words registered in his mind, but he felt too weak to open his eyes. Who was she? he wondered at the woman behind the voice. Another voice spoke, stronger in tone and gruff in action, but he couldn't make out the words. Pain tortured his body as he was dragged against the rough ground, hitting rocks and scrap metal. He felt something warm leak down his right leg, and knew it to be blood. He waned in and out of consciousness.

"Is he still breathing? Wake him up."
A jolt was sent through every muscle in his body, and his eyes burst open. He gagged on air, and produced a hacking cough. His eyes darted around the dimly lit room and quickly spotted a stun baton in the talons of a large Trandoshan. Sabik moved to grab his lightsaber, but found his hands were bound behind his back. His eyes looked down and saw the hilt was gone from his belt. His stomach sank.

 

[Lord Gaius]

A bottle-green light dangled above his head, and he lay sprawled on a table. He looked around and saw the imposing form of a yellow-scaled Trandoshan beside a purple haired humanoid, and the two of them were whispering to one another. As far as Sabik could gather, the Trandoshan wanted to gut him and throw him back in the water, and the woman wanted to abuse him as a captive.

Neither option was looking good, but being alive was certainly a lot better than being dead. He struggled with his restraints, and suddenly he felt an invisible noose tighten around his throat. He would have yelped in surprise, but it was tight enough that his vision was becoming dark, and his eyes were bulging out of their sockets. Veins tensed and visibly showed on his forehead, and his entire face grew bright as a pumpkin.

"Keep struggling and I'll choke you out," the woman spoke fiercely. She flicked her wrist and Sabik could breathe again. He gasped for breath and coughed horridly, and he thought that all he had been doing lately was coughing. She moved closer to the table, and the Trandoshan left the room in a rage. "The names Sid, and if it wasn't for me you'd be dead right about now. I saw some Mandalorians drop you off, and after some thieves robbed you while you were havin' a nap they kicked you into the waters."

"And you expect me to thank you? You have no idea who you're messing with, I'm a Sith Aco-" The woman spoke over his voice, "Blah blah blah," and she mimicked a mouth with her fingers. "Look, I don't want to have to slit your throat but if you threaten me again I won't hesitate to." She took a step back and activated a light-shoto, the plasmatic blade illuminated the room in a purple glow. His eyes danced over the hilt and noticed that it was not properly designed, made of cheap scrap metal thrown together. He was genuinely impressed.

He knew for sure she wasn't a Jedi or Sith, as they had the appropriate training in how to construct a lightsaber. Though then again, Sabik was never taught. He earned his blade through trial of combat. Now his blade was gone, and he needed to find another. Maybe he could take hers, he thought. "Hey, cut that out, this blade is mine," she snapped, and he was taken back. She could read his mind.

"But if you want to make your own, I can teach you, and I can teach you a few tricks, but me and my friend have a few problems. Nothing major, but if you reckon you're this all-mighty Sith Acolyte as you were saying earlier, I'm sure you could deal with it for us, right?" She smiled a devilish smile.

 

[Lord Gaius]

[member="Vree Choka"]

"Make sure he wakes up at the right time."
Those were the last words he heard before the Trandoshan brought his giant fist against Sabik's face again. His eyes welled, and darkness consumed his sight. It was clear these two-bit thugs didn't care that he was a Sith Acolyte, nor what that would mean for them. When he awoke, he was not in the dingy room he previously was. This room was far more.. decorated.

Decorated was a poor term for what he saw, but it was true. Blades, blasters and a few skulls lined the walls, and he could feel his feet drag against the ground as two muscle-bound Herglics pulled him towards a throne. The carpet was purple, and at the end stood a humanoid figure. He was covered head-to-toe in poorly constructed makeshift armor, with a well designed black helmet that swept over his scalp. A luminous red triangle sat in the center of the faceplate.

"What's a Sith doing so far from home?" the voice said, and he toyed with a sub-machine slugthrower. The Herglics dropped him, and he rubbed his neck, only to find a thick metal brace was strapped around it. He tugged at the device and it produced an electric spark that zapped him. "Ow," he muttered and shook his hand. "Who did you mess with to get that strapped to you, huh?"

Sabik locked his eyes with the man, and then surveyed the room. A cage in the far corner with what appeared to be a Vong trapped inside, yet she was not the only captive in the room. There were a plethora of other alien species, each more rare and exotic than the last. "Y'see I'm an assassin, or bounty hunter, or hitman, or whatever you want to call me, it's all the same. I kill for credits, or sometimes I hand someone over for credits. It's a lucrative business, and you're my next sale."

 

[Tanalth]

She had watched as the human leader of the band of aliens brought someone else to be tourtured. It was always the same with him. He would bring someone down here to either kill or intimidate. The very rare exception would be when he showed off his other caged aliens along with what he considered his prize, the lone Vong girl. Vree, not knowing a single word they said, never fully knew what it meant to be a "prize". Not that she had cared much either. She was barley responsive these days, always staring out of the cage in one direction or another, her pale blues eyes staying constant as there was no other emotion to express through them. The forer Vong sub-commander was still haunted to this day by her past sin and the hard truth that she had become a Shamed One, the lowest rank in Vong soceity. But she had deserved it.​

​

When they had brought the prisoner down Vree had not looked right away. The sudden sound of a shocking moment had made her finally look, only to see how different this man was. He had metal covering a good portion of his body. Vree wondered silently if it was something like the Vong, implants he had put himself through to make himself stronger. Hard to say. But then again it wasn't like she was in any mood to ask or know. She knew he would not last long anyway. She turned away after staring for a few moments and remaining silent. ​

​

[member="Sabik Dhami"]​