'Everyone should always have some level of pain in their life... that's when we know who our true friends are, what we are truly made of, and how long we can last when pain is inflicted.' - 'The Doctor', a droid that seemed to be owned by Zosma. Unknown to Captain Hart and for now, the crew... Location: Ryloth Co-ordinates: R-17 Sector: Gaulus Sector The iron oxide was the same colour as the roasting sky. The skittering of some rocks kicked up by some nearby Blurrg, could be heard as the wind died down. Out here in the Wastes of Ryloth, everything wanted to kill you... even the daylight wanted to kill you! As the wind kicked up, the screams of some poor soul that was not as lucky as those around them rolled through a valley. Little did any would be hearer know, that the screams were not in the Wastes... they were under it. -=-=-=-=-=- Darkness giving to glowing light, he'd been bathed in the neon glow of Nar Shadda; a brief respite from the empty plains of Arkanis. The Kid had wanted to go see a friend and he'd chauffeured her to the pustule of the galaxy. He didn't want to leave the ship at first, it was safer on the ship. But nothing beat the thrill of the Pazaak den. Cigarra's, choice Naboo Pear Wine, or keeping your skin by flying your arse; none of them came close to winning it big. But Hart had certainly lost this time. He'd taken one too many credits from one too many people that evening. Greed, was a powerful motivator; Hart's most powerful, and other's most consuming. -=-=-=-=-=- The lights shone so brightly that he suddenly went blind and sank into the darkness that he awoke into. They'd stripped him of his low-light glasses, his duster, his guns and even his hat. For however long he'd been here, Hart tried to stay together. He paced out his 'room', played pazaak in his head. He'd almost given up when the door opened. "Well, well, Mr Hart... You sleemo... How you are the different man, unshaved and all alone..." The squat, rotund, crimson Jablogian waddled into the room. Hart recoiled and hunkered into the corner of the room. "...You look terrible, well, more than normal for you human types..." His combat droids stalked in, with a large, hairy creature and a floating droid with multiple arms, and a large, red, single, glowing eye. Spoiler: Zosma "Is this the patient?" The droid began chattering internally, cogitation banks and memory were working in the brief moment the wookie grunted something. "Ah yes, Hapan, thirty-five, well fed, well bred and under significant emotional strain. Already been through intensive treatment for three weeks." At this Hart stood up straight, trying to put on a show of resilience in the face of his enemies. Spoiler: The Wookie "Treatment? You got a wire loose, bolt-brain." he glanced at the stubby alien and noted with a crooked half-smile that he was annoyed. However, the wookie had as well and it charged the Captain. Grabbing his throat and hefting him up with one hand. Throwing a blow with his free hand, into the Captain's side; breaking a rib. Hart let out a yelp, then silenced as the multi-limbed droid approached. Spoiler: The 'Doctor' "Oh dear, it would appear that further treatment is required." Hart's eyes widened, staring at the single, glowing eye. His pupils reflecting the deep scarlet. His vision consumed by this threat, as the wookie struck him in the jaw. The pain of his rib being smothered by that of a dislocated jaw and then the embrace of unconsciousness. He awoke on a table, bathed in bright light, and nothing but the restraints providing him dignity. "So, will you tell us where my slave is? Where Kiba's money is? Where are your friends Hart?" The drill whined and the screaming sang on the wind once more.