Tatooine Slavery (Open)

[Emilié Madowki]

Emilié had been working on building a ship since the early hours of the morning, since it was cooler around that time of the day and the slaves could work for longer. She had been exploited in slavery by her connection to the force, though she knew little of it. She could lift a few objects through telekinesis but it was nothing amazing, nothing note worthy. Though she wasn't aware of the force and its name.

She was one of about one hundred other slaves, each that had a transmitter in their bodies which would destroy them if they tried to escape. That didn't stop people. She had seen many a slave die from attempting to run away, but there was no where to run to, they were on Tatooine. If the slaves weren't killed by the transmitters, they would either die from dehydration or from Tusken Raiders that lurked everywhere.

The heat, visibly rising from the ground, scorched Emilié's bare feet as she walked across the sand, but she had grown used to it, though unluckily other slaves hadn't. One or two slaves had died that day from either prolonged heat exposure or dehydration, though Emilié wasn't sure, she didn't really want to know. After working from before sunrise until sunset, the slaves had been allowed to rest, to ensure no more loss of property.

There were only ten rooms between all the slaves, and Emilié shared a room with eight other slaves. The room was big enough to accommodate them, but it wasn't homely. Instead of sleeping, Emilié opted to sit on a low stone wall in town, her feet hanging over the side. She watched the market, busy with life. She hadn't ever known anything but being a slave, talking to other slaves and being in chains. She wasn't happy about it, but she wasn't exactly bitter about it either. She knew everyone had their place in the world, maybe this was meant to be hers. Her eyes darted around the market. She clearly stuck out as a slave, her dull white dress, messy hair, bare feet and scrawny frame.

[member="Enigma"] [member="Anastasia Rade"]

 

[Tarek'Gor]

Tarek entered the marketplace and found himself standing in the droppings of something large. He shook his head in disgust.

"Why do I always find myself back in this armpit of the galaxy" the Twilek muttered to himself.

A pack of boys came running around the corner almost knocking Tarek off his feet. From their tattered clothing and unkempt condition Tarek assumed they were slaves. Being from Avidon he was no stranger to the concept of slavery and had no qualms with buying and selling people when it was required and on this occasion that is exactly what he was doing. But Tatooine tended to have poor stock, almost always malnourished, usually uneducated and from what he could see undisciplined. The pack of boys stared up at the Twilek with fear in their eyes, but seeing that he was not offended by their commotion they resumed their game and ran off.

Tarek caught the slowest of the pack by the arm has he ran by. The boy was smaller then rest, clearly having not been fed enough as he was growing up. Tarek knelt next to the boy and looked him in the eyes as he spoke:

"Where is your master?" Tarek asked

The boy shrugged and pointed to the ledge where [member="Emilié Madowki"] was sitting. Tarek sighed, clearly the girl was another slave and not a slave owner. Tarek passed the boy a protein bar from his pack and shooed him off.

Tarek looked up at the girl on the ledge. Something about her was out of place though he couldn't put his finger on it. She was taller then almost every other slave he had seen so far but she didn't have enough muscle on her to be a gladiator. Tarek shook his head, at this rate he wasn't going to find a fighter worth buying.

 

[Basark Blu]

Pushing his way through the market place, he clutched onto his cloak tightly with his right hand, resting his other hand on the handle of a holstered slugthrower revolver. Blowing smoke rings from the cigar in his mouth, the Devarornian was simply passing through Tattoine when he heard about a slave auction. Not that he was willing to participate in the auction, he was simply searching for something to entertain him as he passed through Tattoine.

A young boy, who was sprinting through the market collided with the hulking Devaronian, as Basark went to walk past a table and stepped into an isle of tables. Gripping the boy's arm, preventing him from fleeing, a hiss emitted deep within Basark's throat. "What the hell you doin', boy?" He hissed, before allowing the boy to flee so he could take a moment or two to puff on the cigar clenched in his mouth. Heading over in the direction of the Twi'lek, he glanced up at the woman, then turning his gaze over to multiple people shuffling around the market. Leaning up against an unattended table, he examined the crowd, watching for anything suspicious. He then removed the cigar from his mouth for a moment, blowing thick, grey smoke rings.
[member="Tarek'Gor"]

[member="Emilié Madowki"]

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Tarek'Gor"] [member="Emilié Madowki"]

Another day in this hell hole, Jaster really did hate this planet. Then again, next to Nar Shaddaa this place was a vacation spot. He was here to finalize the paperwork and supplys for the new free clinic to be set up in next few months. His Guild had plans for this expansion for many a month, but as always the local "authorities" we're draggin there feet. After months of stalling Jaster used what the other members didn't, force. He placed a camp for distribution of free medical kits to citizens. After a time the officials sold them the land they needed, across the market next to the space port.

"Move your butts you maggots," Jaster yelled at his transport crews, he was a mean strict man and he showed it, "I want those materials moved by nightfall Bantha Rears."

He gave his data pad to the Sargent of the Guard, giving him orders to move the materials. Jaster needed a walk, the past few days had been a struggle for him. His adopted daughter left to persue Her knowlage about her force abilitys, the guild was loosing money, his fleets were in shables. All because he took a few days off to spend training, this really just wasn't his day.

He walked through the market place and saw the merchants, customers, and the slaves. As a Mandalorian, he directed the idea of slavery, though many of his kinsmen took some, he himself had no use for them. His work required intimidation, ability to read, and number crunching. What would uneducated slaves do for him beside be a waste of space. The owners themself were just as bad, being lazy Karks and cheap cuz they don't want to pay for labor or couldn't get women the proper way.

He passed a local gang member, by apparence he figured it, and stole the bottle of alcohol from his hands. Being a 6'7" tall Black Mandalorian in gold armor, they counted there losses and didn't fight back. With alcohol in hand he throw himself on a seat and stared across to a pin of slaves. Hoddled together like cattle, Jaster could feel the diseases simmering into the air as the Suns cooked them alive. Ither the slave owner was wealthy or there were multiple owners, Jaster was impressed at the number of slaves. The grouping was interesting, but a single girl caught his eye. As he noticed her, he became nostalgic as she resembles his daughter who had left weeks earlier.

 

[Emilié Madowki]

Noticing the eyes of some passers-by on her, she jumped down from the wall and walked over to the men. She was generally friendly to strangers unless she had a reason not to be, and she was one of the more approachable of the slaves as others looked more intimidating with a scowl plastered on their faces all the time. Emilié knew that if she played the game right then one day she would be free.

"Is there something I can help you with? Are you looking for something?" she asked, smiling, though it was clear she was exhausted. She enjoyed talking to new people as it gave her a chance to better herself with knowledge. Emilié looked down at herself in disgust as if noticing her attire for the first time. Her shoulders had been burnt by the extreme heat in the day, but she was used to it by now.

"Are you those magic people?" she asked, growing with excitement. She had never been told what Jedi or Siths were and therefore didn't know what to refer to them as. It was clear by her statement that she was young.

[member="Jaster of clan Awaud "][member="Basark Blu"] [member="Tarek'Gor"]

 

[Basark Blu]

He slowly walked over to the slave, stopping inches away from her. He slowly removed his cigar, blowing out smoke rings. "You sure you should be runnin' 'round like this?" He asked, staring at the woman. He just shook his head multiple times, puffed on his cigar, and shuffled away before receiving an answer.

[member="Emilié Madowki"]

 

[Emilié Madowki]

"Why not? I'm sure nothing worse could happen to me than being enslaved or having myself blown up." she said quietly. It wasn't that she was shy, more that she didn't want everyone to know her status as if it weren't obvious enough already. She stared at the man, calmly. It wasn't often she saw people looking like him around here.

[member="Basark Blu"]

 

[Basark Blu]

He slowly glanced back at her, before he tossed his cigar on the ground and slowly took a step forward. He slowly shook his head, sorrow creating a mask on his face. "Were you...born into this? Born into enslavement?" He asked. He pulled his cloak up further, keeping his left hand on the handle of his slugthrower which was inside of Basark's leather holster.

[member="Emilié Madowki"]

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

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"Well-" he'd say walking into the slave-market, his coat tails rippling with the small breeze, a cigar puffing wisps of silver grey smoke curl and dance their way through the bulk of his parted lip's, hazy air spills out as if excited to escape the gentle pull of his breath. "Cadan, should we get you a good slave girl, you could work her well." his arms tighten around his lower abdomen, rocking back and forward in laughter. “Ahahahah!”​

"Oi! golden boy." he'd say gesturing towards Jaster of clan Awaud. "You a Mandy, if so my name is Flannigan Mcnash, leader of the Jackals, and gun for hire, 'eard of any good jobs or got any."​

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@Jaster of clan Awaud​

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Cadan would begin to lick his lips as he scans over Emilié Madowki. "I think she'll do Cap'n." A grin spreading across his face.
[member="Emilié Madowki"]

 

[Emilié Madowki]

She avoided his eyes for a moment, remembering her mother, probably on the other side of the planet for all she knew. "Yes. I've always been a slave." As much as she liked to think she was captured for some amazing abilities of hers, she knew it just wasn't true. Though all her life she had felt like she was being punished for something...
The unbearable heat had become more bearable at this time of the day, and there were often cool breezes. She scanned through the crowds every now and then, a little edgy.

[member="Basark Blu"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Cadan Tazi"]

 

[Cadan Tazi]

His eyes would switch to Flannigan. "So, should we get her?"
[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

 

[CrypticNoodle]

Fiarr Zikri'tvo Enters the slave market walking up to the group quietly staring at the ground with a dim look on his face trying not to bring any attention to himself.




@Emilié Madowki@Cadan Tazi[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

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"I don't know she looks a little scrawny, might 'ave space worms." he'd say pulling the cigar from his mouth with a 'pop' dabbing the debri from the cigars head. "Where's the slave master, I want to know what we're gettin' and what quality it is, and besides I'm thinkin' about gettin' into the market."​

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[member="Cadan Tazi"]​

[member="Fiarr Zikri'tvo"]​

[member="Emilié Madowki"]​

 

[WelshPsych]

He leapt off the ship that he had snuck onto, he wanted to leave Nar Shaddaa, his adopted home planet and explore the other planets which were vastly different, so there was clear disappointment on his face when he realised he was on Tatoonine. The planet was full of gangs, slaves, refugees and more, but what was worse was the nearly unbearable heat from the two suns. Yuroic removed his cloak and rolled up his sleeves, he knew that he was likely to burn quite quickly due to his pale skin.

He walked out onto the streets, he noticed a young slave talking to others, smiling warmly to her as she looked uneasy, he did the same with several other slaves. Though he was against slavery he realised early on in his Assassin career that it was a pointless battle, every slave you free, ten more are born or captured into it. Yuroic settled down on a chair and focussed his mind. He got away from Nar Shaddaa to train his Force powers.

His spread his hand out and attempted to lift a cup, noticing it twitch and wobble as he growled and focussed harder at the task, determined to move the cup upwards.

@Emilié Madowki

 

[Emilié Madowki]

Emilié had noticed the eyes of a few onlookers and started feeling uneasy. It was one thing to be talked to and treated like a person, but to be stared
at was offensive. She strived to be treated like a person rather than an object, though that often got her into trouble.

"I'm sorry, I have to... go." she said uncertainly, glancing over the man's shoulder and seeing [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] trying to move a cup, though he wasn't touching it. She rushed over, smiling. "You're one of those magic people?" she asked excitedly.

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Fiarr Zikri'tvo"]

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

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"Er- Keep walkin' she's ours." he'd say addressing Yuoric Xeraic, his ashe flecked finger's moving towards his cigar snatching it from his mouth, his index and thumb move back flicking the cigar towards Yuoric Xeraic. "Blood'eh sand rat." he'd turn to his fellow Jackals.​

[member="Yuroic Xeraic"]​

 

[WelshPsych]

He was focussed on the task that he didn't notice one of slaves approach him, so when she spoke he jumped startled and banged his knee hard on the table.

"Ahhh curses that hurt..." Yuroic mumbled to himself before he looked up at her and smiled, he sensed alot of innocence in her. "Well yes I can use the Force, apparently not that well but nevermind." He smiled.

"Why do you ask?" He studied her closely, he felt that there was more to her than just a slave, but due to his unstable connection to the Force he couldn't feel it flow through her.

@Emilié Madowki

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Emilié Madowki"] [member="Fiarr Zikri'tvo"] [member="Cadan Tazi"]

"If you wish to keep your life friend, best ask another Mandy for a job." Jaster said in a raspy voice. Whatever that gang bomber was drinking it wasn't good for the body, but then again what did Jaster care. He too another swig of the alcohol before speaking again, "best keep away from the girl to, I ain't done looking."

Jaster became more in a fowl mood. He had no weapons on him, his master wouldn't alow him to carry anymore. Not since he nearly killed someone on this planet before, though he protested he didn't kill the man. He didn't much care, all he needed was a rock and the mans blaster if things got hairy. He sure it wouldn't get to that point, he knew the risks of fighting a Mandalorian who was in a fowl mood.

As for the girl, she spoke with a creature he didn't recagnize, he didn't care either. He just liked looking at the girl and remembering his daughter, only thing good that happened this week. If he was to stay on the planet any longer, God knows he needed it.

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Cadan's eyes would flick towards Jaster, his head turning slightly. "Best watch your tone around the Cap'n. I've seen him blast a hole through alot more than you, for a lot less."
His hand would slide into his coat, his fingers caressing the hilt of his DL-18 blaster pistol.
@Jaster of clan Awaud