Life is Hard, even harder if you die (shoot me a pm if you wanna join, unless I invite you)

[Northwood Galaxy]

Planet Location: Zygerria

Land location: section of plain under mesa.



Dimah woke to the familiar sensation of pain leaping at her head. The masters must have sedated her once more. Her limbs shook as she forced herself to stand at the sound of high heeled boots. The girl looked at her rag that barely clung to her thin, pale body and hoped she wouldn't be whipped for lack of a presentable appearance. If anything, the rags made it easier for someone to look at her.

"Look alive, ya walking corpses, work to do, items to sell!" A woman in a red, tight fitting dress yelled out. An electrowhip's familiar crack was met with a slave screaming as they forced themselves to stand. A man stood before the pale girl's tiny stall and sneered at her before yanking her out.

"Do not try anything, Slave338, you are not worth the feed to keep you for sale. Lost a sale cause you were 'unfit for sale' ha! those idiots know nothing." He tossed her to the ground, hard. Dimah pushed herself up, being careful of her possibly torn, broken, or shattered rib that snapped when she fell. She was grabbed once more, and dragged from the slave sale camp to an open section of plain about 6 miles away. The man, and the woman from before tied her to a metal stake, melting the metal chain and heavy stake to each other. "You are not worth it. Hope the buzzards like slave for lunch." The man laughed.

The woman struck Dimah several times with her whip. The electrowhip burned Dimah's skin as she screamed in pain. Once the woman was done, Dimah was nearly limp, blood pouring from wounds fresh and old.

The couple left her and headed back to camp. They considered the girl dead.

All Dimah could do was keep breathing. death was preferable than this.

[member="kidstarburn"]

 

[Jorco Czeku]

Slavers, such a despicable profession. An occupation that provided nothing good, and only took instead of give. That was at least Jorco's perspective. To him this planet was backwards, and uncivilized. relying off of the labor of slaves to accomplish anything. Despite being on a planet where it wasn't outright outlawed this was a matter for the underground.

This meant that he couldn't have the support of his company. Instead relying on his mafia to interact with them. Today they'd be acting like pirates. Or more like privateers since they were under contract. But at first they needed to act like simple buyers and play along. Jorco was a bit of a hypocrite. Not wanting anything to do with war but was easy to be apart of something like it when it was criminal. Maybe it reminded him of his younger years when he was a simple gang leader.

Once through the atmosphere it wasn't long before their ship touched down. Afterwards the Rodian and his henchmen stepped out ready to greets themselves, and see what this place has to offer. First they needed someone to show them around.

[member="Dimah Nubaan"]

 

[Northwood Galaxy]

The woman and red looked up as the ship landed. "Hon, we have another buyer!" She called out to the man, a well muscled Corilian with black hair. The man smirked and ordered the slaves to stand in their stalls. They were quick to obey, fearing the whip.

"Welcome!" The woman in read said, her eyes glinting. "How may we serve fine beings such as yourself?"

The camp was surrounded by others selling slaves and wares. This section of plain was chosen to be a fair of sorts.


The slaves of this particular couple were not a day older than 30. They were various ages, but all wore the same worn slave clothing and bore marks of punishment. They were thin, only being given enough food to live.


They all stared at the ground, same blank, hopeless look in their eyes.


[member="Jorco Czeku"]

 

[Jorco Czeku]

Jorco looked around at all the slaves with his large pupiless eyes. Then gazed at the couple. "Thank you miss for the warm welcome." He replied to her. "Were just here looking for some extra help for our ship."

That was at least the excuse he'd use for this. "Tell me, do the two of you run this entire operation yourselves." He said looking at the couple. "If so that's pretty impressive." As he spoke he turned his back on them and faced his henchmen. Looking them over to get ready for their little sting operation. But he'd wait to hear if they were indeed the only two here. If they were then this would be a piece of cake.

[member="Dimah Nubaan"]

 

[Northwood Galaxy]

"haha, this little camp here is ours, but there are others nearby that are run by other sellers. However, they seem to be closed at the moment." The woman said with a sultry laugh. "I can guarantee any slave here will work till they drop. Only, you cannot take my husband, he is my slave." She chuckles at her joke. "Any particular age or gender you want? The fair just ended, but we are willing to sell anything to gentlemen such as yourself."


[member="Jorco Czeku"]

 

[Jorco Czeku]

After listening to her he was glad to hear that they were the only two here. Looking over his henchmen he saw that they were ready. Jorco then spun around and drew his gun. His henchmen following his action. Aiming it at her he spoke. "Yeah, I think we'll be taking everyone you have." Then he added before she could reply. "And before you get mad just know, it's nothing personal, it's just business." Not that he really sympathized with them, being slavers and all. After seeing that him and his armed thugs had them pinned he spoke to them.

"Get the slaves, and keep these two under control. I'll check out the place. I have a hunch that there's more." The Rodian said before walking ahead to see what else there may be. He felt something, some kind of force drawing him on wards. He'd felt it since he came here. Trying to find the source of the feeling he walked for quite a while. Keeping his crew updated along the way. However, it seemed that his suspicion was on to something. Seeing someone tied to a metal pole of sorts. Drawing his blaster, he approached.

[member="Dimah Nubaan"]

 

[Northwood Galaxy]

The slaves whimpered, 4 being Rodians. One of the Rodians, a male cried out in his language before falling silent.

The couple's barely had time to scream before they were tied together and thrown into the large ship their 'customer' came in.

Dimah barely heard the sounds of sand crunching as she fought to stay awake. Her barely open eye caught sight of a shape moving towards her. The world was betting darker, having lost a lot of blood. Her wounds had dried blood caked with sweat and dirt on them; some were even looking infected.

She tried to speak, but all that came out was a croak.

[member="Jorco Czeku"]

 

[Jorco Czeku]

Jorco wasn't all that thrilled to see such a beaten looking slave. Yet this seems to be what drew him here in the first place. He'd call in to his crew and lest them know where he was. As well as to hurry up and get over to where he was. After that the Rodian would approach the tied up girl. Looking over what wounds he could see on her. To him it was a grizzly sight.

Letting out a sigh he stepped in and moved quickly to untie her. He'd be careful to, not wanting to hurt her in the process. "Hey there, can you speak?" He asked her, seeing if she was aware or too out of it. They he would gently guide her to lay on her side, as to not hurt the wounds on her back. All this saddened him. For people to leave a slave to die out here, or just to torment them. Despite this though it made him glad to know those responsible would be put to justice. Part of him wanted to go all vigilante and decide their fate himself. But he'd leave it to the law.

[member="Dimah Nubaan"]

 

[Northwood Galaxy]

[member="Jorco Czeku"]


Dimah was barely awake, she was loosing the battle fast. A voice broke through the pain and heat asking something.........

Was it about speaking? She wasn't sure. The familiar weight of the chains seemed to disappear and she felt the sand against her left side. Who was nearby? Did they push her to the ground? She had to see..... she had to open her eyes....

An imposing figure, a wavy shadow was next to her. Her body started to tremble.. but why? Fear? The illness brought on by the wounds and heat? Dimah couldn't move, save for her body trembling like a leaf.

She was cold... so cold..... Maybe the figure wanted her to talk? Was that what they meant?

were they her new master? If so, she had to speak, they commanded it!

"Cold.." was all she could croak out. Darkness was descending, faster now, but she attempted to shake it off.

(OOC: She has a fever)

 

[Jorco Czeku]

Leaning in he hear what she said. 'Cold, in this climate?' he thought to himself. Fortunately for her Jorco was wearing his jacket. Taking it off he laid it over her, covering her top half. After that he stood up and stepped back, talking into his comms. "Hey make sure you guys have some medical supplies when you get here. Who I' with seems to be rather ill."

After that he'd get a response from someone over his comms. Not much longer their ship came to the two of them. Dropping down and landing by them. Walking back over to her he knelt down. Figuring she was too weak to get up and walk he brought his arms down and as gently as he could, pick her up. As the ship's landing door opened he carried her in.

[member="Dimah Nubaan"]

 

[Northwood Galaxy]

[member="Jorco Czeku"]

There was a gentle weight on her, warmth from something made her body ease closer to sleep. The sand seemed to continue to burn her alive, but at least she was warm now.

There was a distant voice; it was rough and made her flinch weakly with a low groan of pain. Nope, pain never leaves..... it always stays. It is the friend you will always have, even if you want them gone.

Does pain follow you in death? There was no time to muse as she felt herself floating. Strong, muscular arms wrapped around her. She whimpered and attempted to struggle, but it was no use.

She was too weak to fight... To weak to stand and push through.

She would always be like that.

She would always suffer.

The girl then laid limp in the arms, focusing on the sounds around her.

 

[Jorco Czeku]

Bringing her into the ship, Jorco's henchmen rushed over with some medical supplies. But the Rodian told them to wait, at least until they got her somewhere to lay down. Carrying her further into the ship he got her somewhere for her to lay on her side. "Let's tend to her back first, that's where she seems hurt the most." He said to them as they check on her.

"Make sure to look over the other slaves, make sure their not in a similar state." Jorco added, stepping back from her. After that he oversaw the slavers. "Welcome to the civilized world you two. I really hate to do this but hey, it's just business." He said to the couple as the ship took off. He found it rather fitting to deem the two of them uncivilized. Considering that they were slavers.

[member="Dimah Nubaan"]

 

[Northwood Galaxy]

Something soft was beneath her, but what was it? She was warm, no longer shivering. The area around her was dark, there was a humming sound from somewhere far away.

Hands were on her, feeling cool on her back. Dimah attempted to move, but something stopped her, a hand and pain.

She whimpered and flinched into a curled position. Her throat was too raw and dry to even speak.

 

[Jorco Czeku]

After they made it off world Jorco checked out some of the other slaves to see how they were doing. Then he moved to check on [member="Dimah Nubaan"]. His wounds where being tended to. Mainly being cleaned as to prevent further infection.

Leaving for a moment he came back with some water. After his henchmen finished up with her wounds and bandaged them, he'd bring his hand to her head. Feeling the heat radiate off.

He'd move her onto her back gently, then bring his hand to the back of her head and lift it slightly. "You need to drink, here's some water." He said, bringing it to her lips. If she was to weak to get it, he'd wait for her to open her mouth some and gently pour it for her.

 

[Northwood Galaxy]

Dimah shuddered as the hands went over her wounds, then relaxed as dhe realized they were healing hands. She drifted off as the pain from the wounds faded.

The next thing she knew was a hand gently lifting her up. She heard the voice mention that she needed to drink water. Dimah attempted to lift her hands to the water container, but they felt as if they were weighed down by lead. She gulped the cool water as it poured down her painful, dry, sore throat.

She was hot again....

 

[Jorco Czeku]

Jorco let his men know that she was to be kept hydrated. Bringing a hand to her head he felt the heat. She clearly had a fever, no doubt about it.

Walking away once more to get something he thought again on how he was able to find her. How some kind of unseen force managed drive him towards her. Jorco of certain that if he didn't find her, she would have perished. Coming back he had a cool rag in his hand. Getting back over to her, he gently placed it on her forehead.

"You're gonna be okay..." He reassured her.

[member="Dimah Nubaan"]

 

[Northwood Galaxy]

She whimpered, crying a bit in fear as the man laid her down once more. Dimah struggled briefly when something was put on her.


Wait.... the object was soft and cool. A cloth.....

She sank back into a laying position, trying to weakly nudge the cloth on her burning forehead. Her eye flickered open to see a rosian standing over her.

"Rafien?" She croaked in question, thinking it was her fellow slave.

 

[Jorco Czeku]

Jorco listened to her question, it sounded like a name, most likely Rodian. Looking back he did see, and remembered that they picked up some other Rodian slaves. Perhaps he could take them back to Rodia with him.

"No..." He finally answered, "I'm Jorco, Jorco Czeku. You're safe now, but you need your rest." The Rodian said, wishing for her to sleep.

After that he got up and headed to the bridge of the ship. Speaking with some of the crew. "Plot a course back, but make sure that if we need to we can get to something like a medical station quickly. One of them isn't too well." The crew nodded, and not much longer they were in hyperspace, leaving the planet behind.

[member="Dimah Nubaan"]

 

[Northwood Galaxy]

The Rodian was not Rafien, but had the same gravel in his voice. Dimah's eyes fluttered as she allowed herself to fall into slumber.

She was safe....

safe from harm at the moment.


Back with the other slaves, a Rodian flicked his eyes around his surroundings nervously. He was not sure where these men were taking them, but the food and water was better than what they received at the slave bazar. They even received needed medical care, something very few cared about when it came to slaves.

However, he was concerned for a particular girl.

"Dimah." he whispered in a raspy voice.