Dark Man Rising
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The beauty of a planets moon was a simple pleasure, its soft glow playing through the slits of helm to kiss the cold cheeks of the creature standing on the dock. Gold flecked eyes closed as it tilted upwards ever so slightly, restricted as it was with movement. Crack!
“Ge ‘er movin gir!”
Lights flashed rapidly in a mixed array of reds and yellows, sirens screeched overhead as the screams of terror echoed off the chamber wall’s. Patrons pushed and shoved furiously at each other as they ran from the escaped creature of the pits. It’s furry slashing brutally at anything that stood in its way. It was a terrible and unexpected affair, but then, nothing was expected and pleasant about the black market trades and entertainments. This was the underworlds of the galaxy, where common galactic laws were discarded for the laws of the biggest thugs that currently controlled the operation.
The brief glow of the moon flickered and vanished behind dark stormy clouds, lightening licking dangerously across the sky as the creature started forward, a whip snapping out at it’s back. At a distance, it would be hard for anyone to tell what kind of creature was being lead into the barricades. Its arms restrained tightly against its body, the full helm hiding its features. Chains rattled as it walked, the thick and heavy links attached to both ankles limiting it’s distance of travel greatly...Crack!
“I refuse to kill children for your entertainment!” The short haired, green eyed slave warrior snarled up at the expectant crowed above her. “You are all Monsters!”
“You will do as I say, Slave!” a plump and tattooed looking man snarled down at her. Jabbing the hilt of his whip in the air between them as if the distance was only a minor problem. “These ‘children’ are criminals and must be made to pay for their crimes!! Remember your place or i’ll kill you myself!”
Emerald eyes flashed as she raised a fist at the podium her Master stood in “Your a coward and a fool!! You couldn’t kill a flea even if you tried!”
The plump old mans beady eyes widened at the insult, he was loosing control of his own slave in front of an audience “Enough!!” he howled “Kill them!! Send out the brawlers!! Kill them!! Kill them all!!”
“Sir,” The handlers announced as they lead the creature into a grand chamber “the newest prisoner has arrived for your judgment”
He waved his hand dismissively, and without a word the handlers stepped away. The Warden was an imposing figure. But then again, most Chiss are. He used this to his advantage,having held on to his post for nearly a quarter of a century, he ruled this place with an iron fist. Those who started trouble were punished severely. Floggings in full view of the other prisoners were common. And in rare cases, the entire prisoner population would gather to see one of their fellow inmates put to death, as a lesson to the rest. There was rarely a matter too big or too small that he doesn’t know about or handle personally. The result is a man feared by those who are known to be fearless.
He walked up to the newest inmate, under heavy guard. “What have we here?” He said, much like a butcher examining a fresh cut of meat.
The creature had met many power influences of the galaxy, and it had been many thinng’s. An orphan, an apprentice, a stray, a slave....a monster. There were many monsters...This one in particular stood as still as a statue, gold tinted eyes closed at the moment, barely visible through the slits of the helm, it offered no response, no indication that it heard the Warden speak.
“You’re quiet aren’t you ?” The Warden said, looking her over. “Good, that will get you far here.” He stepped back and put his arms behind his back. “The rules here are simple; If You make my life difficult, I will make yours exponentially more painful...do we understand each other?”
Rules to the creature were not un heard of, life was a basket full of rules, if you followed them, you were rewarded. Or at least, that is what the powers say, the Masters and Mistress’, the sir’s, lords, Darths, and more. These were the stars of the universe, but the creature was a shadow...it made it’s own rules, life didn’t see it as creature of servitude, but a creature of change.
He chuckled. “Still silent are you?“ He looked her over once more, “No matter, you will learn the rules here soon enough.”Looking over to his head guard, he nodded.
“Sir!” the guards responded with a straightening salute, before nodding to the handlers. The lead handler raised it’s hand to fall his whip when the Creatures helmed head turned slightly and gold tinted eyes opened to glare over at the man. A cold breeze wafted through an open window, hissing between stones as the handlers arm lowered in hesitation, his eyes locked with that of the creatures before the spell broke and it moved on it’s own, handlers scrambling to follow and take up their duties.
“Its not very often you find someone here by choice....your either brave...or stupid.” The short, black haired, green eyed slave muttered with a shake of her head as she tended to wounds
“Neither really, a persons gotta pay off debts somehow.” her new cell mate shrugged
the green eyed slave rose a brow “Better jobs out there id think, if not...thieving is likely better then this. If the brutes don't kill you...the brawlers will.”
“The pay is more. Anyways, I try not to complain” the twilik winked
The green eyed slave smirked at the comment “No complaints here, at least this is something I’m actually good at.”
A plump old man stood in front of the cell, rattling his whips handle between bar “Your up next slave. Keep up the good work and I might find it in me to reward you.”
For the handlers the journey down below was a long and uneventful trip. For the creature however it was a complex task as she took in every detail...