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"No, please! No!" a woman screamed as a Zygerrian dragged her daughter away from her while Narr Noft held her back. "Quiet down, silly Twi'lek-" he barked, not knowing what else to say as he couldn't justify the kidnapping of her daughter. They both knew she'd be forced into receiving dancing lessons and then be sold to some sleezy underworld club somewhere in the protectorate. It wasn't a promising future to look towards, but it also wasn't anything her mother could protect her from. They watched the little girl's fruitless efforts to resist the Zygerrian's strong grip while the latter dragged her all the way to the ship, where she was collared like an animal. The mother, understandably, started crying and finally stopped resisting. When Narr finally let go of her she fell to the ground, her spirit broken and devoid of even the will to live. The Shistavanen didn't know what to say, so he said nothing, unholstered his blaster and for a moment considered putting her out of her misery when the loud noise of an electro-whip cracked through the air.
"Let go of her!" another Zygerrian yelled as he cracked the whip again, this time awfully close to the desperate father that was holding his daughter as close to the chest as possible. "You!" Narr's head jerked up and he looked straight into the Zygerrian's eyes, "Get me that girl!"
Sighing, Narr obeyed and walked away from the crying mother to make his way over to a father. "You can't win," the Shistavanen said to the Twi'lek, "Resist too long and I'll have to put a bolt in you." Worst thing about all of this wasn't that it broke his heart, because it didn't, but that the Glitterryll had messed up his mind to such an extent that he could remember having killed people with his blaster, but not how he felt about it. The spice has had a peculiar path through his memories, taking away all that may have hurt him, all that he perhaps found essential to define his character. Now they were gone and Narr worked for the credits that he wanted so he could buy spice, only to fight himself trying not to actually buy the spice he earned the credits for.
The Twi'lek villages was a cacophony of desperate cries and the cracks of the Zygerrian's electro-whips. More were paid to help the slavers take the kids from their parents and protect the good in case the Ryloth security forces finally arrived. This raid wasn't nearly done..
@Nor'baal @christhebarker
"Let go of her!" another Zygerrian yelled as he cracked the whip again, this time awfully close to the desperate father that was holding his daughter as close to the chest as possible. "You!" Narr's head jerked up and he looked straight into the Zygerrian's eyes, "Get me that girl!"
Sighing, Narr obeyed and walked away from the crying mother to make his way over to a father. "You can't win," the Shistavanen said to the Twi'lek, "Resist too long and I'll have to put a bolt in you." Worst thing about all of this wasn't that it broke his heart, because it didn't, but that the Glitterryll had messed up his mind to such an extent that he could remember having killed people with his blaster, but not how he felt about it. The spice has had a peculiar path through his memories, taking away all that may have hurt him, all that he perhaps found essential to define his character. Now they were gone and Narr worked for the credits that he wanted so he could buy spice, only to fight himself trying not to actually buy the spice he earned the credits for.
The Twi'lek villages was a cacophony of desperate cries and the cracks of the Zygerrian's electro-whips. More were paid to help the slavers take the kids from their parents and protect the good in case the Ryloth security forces finally arrived. This raid wasn't nearly done..
@Nor'baal @christhebarker