Sorel Crieff
Ready are you? What know you of ready?
The ship was a Zygerrian cruiser operated by a band of slavers well-known for attacking remote outposts on less-traveled worlds and kidnapping the citizens they found, commonly pressing their prisoners into work camps or selling them off to the highest bidders.
The ship came in quick, and there was no time for the people of Reestkii to muster any defences - if for no other reason than they had no defences to speak of. Such things had never seemed necessary there, as there were no animal predators in the region and the local pirates and criminals were more likely to use their resources raiding holdings that actually had goods worth stealing.
The slavers descended. The people screamed and panicked and ran as the long-eared catlike Zygerrians disembarked from the ship, laser whips and rifles ready to punish any resistance as they went about their dark business.
There was no resistance to be found. Suitably cowed, the unarmed residents of Reestkii were rounded up and forced into the large town hall building while the slavers pillaged the settlement for any supplies they could steal. There was little of note in the building. It was a functional but unadorned structure - four heavy stone walls with narrow slits for windows. The windows were high above ground level, impossible for any of the beings locked within to reach and peer out. Green and orange paint decorated the interior, but it was chipped and worn with age. There were tables inside and a handful of chairs. Otherwise, nothing.
"What will we do?" asked one of the citizens in a panicked voice. He was a bulb-headed Kitonak. And though his leather-skinned species was well-suited for the desert climate of Jakku, he was nevertheless perspiring.
Another citizen echoed that sentiment: "Slavers," said an amphibious Nautolan, shaking the thick set of dark tentacles that cascaded from his scalp. "What will happen to us? This can't... this can't be possible. The constable..."
A third voice cut in, this one belonging to a Chevin whose massive elephantine head stretched the length of his entire body. "I know their like. They'll take us and force us all into labor camps. I saw it before... back when I was on Vinsoth. We're doomed for sure..."
All the while the children of the village stared nervously and silently, terrified at the strange intrusion into the peaceful and quiet world into which they had been born.
"Listen... " interrupted an old woman at the back, so small and insignificant was she that she took two attempts to be heard. "There is... yet hope. We are merely detained. Our fates... they are not determined."
The crowd stamped their feet back and forth impatiently. "Easy words to say,” said one, "but words will not save us now! Nothing will save us!"
One of the children, a tiny hammer-headed Ottegan, let out a minute sob. With a silencing glance the old woman turned her kindly face to the needs of the scared children.
"Children...listen. You will need...to trust in what I say. Help...is coming, and everything will be...fine."
The children sniffled and fidgeted.
“The Jedi will save us.”
And so it came to pass that two Padawans, keen to explore the historic planet of Jakku heard the distress call from their ship in orbit.
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