Djak Mikos
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Tell me, hut’unn what does this feel like?
I nailed your hands to the wall. No need to flail like that—you’re only hurting yourself worse. Relax, save your strength. You’ll need it.
You’ve probably never seen me before, have you? I doubt it. If so, it was only in passing. I make a point of not standing out when not in my beskar. No one notices a little guy like me.
Except once, and that’s what I’m going to talk about with you. But before we get to the crux of this, I’m going to make sure I’ve got your attention. This won’t hurt me a bit…
Don’t cry. It’s not in keeping with your job. How many times, slaver? How many times have you stood by and watched families get torn apart by your greed? How many tears have you watched fall, seeing in your mind’s eye only credits falling into your pocket?
Anyway. I’m going to tell you a bit about myself before we go any further. I’d hate it if you had any doubts as to why this is happening to you…
No, but you’ll learn. Be patient and I’ll tell you.
My name is Chace Skirata. I’m descended from a clone trooper. Born Mandolorian, been one all my life. My father raised me well, ensured that I grew up a warrior. We fought together for years. He died at last when I was seventeen, we were doing merc work for a Twi’lek clan. When he finally bled out, I was devastated. You ever feel completely alone, like no one will ever care for you again? Well, it was like that. I finished the mission, completed my contract. Truth be told, I would have died myself had the chieftain’s daughter not been there for me…
Don’t ever speak that way again, hut’unn. Here, to make sure you don’t interrupt me, I’m going to gag you with this rag. Actually, I’m going to shove one end clear down to your stomach. To make sure you don’t smother on me, you’ll have this breathing tube. Hold still…
There, that’s better.
Where was I? Oh, yes, the chieftain’s daughter. She was the gentlest, sweetest, most joyful girl I’ve ever known. Not afraid of getting her hands dirty either. I saw her once kill a man with her teeth. Wonderful woman. Of course, I was madly in love with her. She seemed to find something attractive in me as well, can’t imagine what. When the chieftain expressed his gratitude for my exceptional service, he asked if there was anything he could do for me. Of course, I asked for his blessing to wed his daughter. To my surprise, he agreed. We married right then and there—Mandolorians don’t muck about—and I brought her home to Mandolore.
Shab, she was the best wife a man could ever have. For six years, she removed my armor for me, always had a smile, never stopped being the best thing that ever happened to me. Until you happened to her.
Did I mention she was a Lethan? Yes, you remember her now, don’t you? When you saw her in the spaceport that day, you had to have her. You had your men drag her to your ship, and you raped her all the way to the slave markets of Tattooine. Well, I’m here. I found you at last, hut’unn. I’ve dreamed about this day for a year now…
I’m going to kill you. I’ve dreamed about the different techniques I could use, and I settled on the rag that is down your throat right now. You see, your stomach has closed around it by now. It’s being digested. What do you think would happen if I started pulling?
Scream for me, hut’unn. Scream like my wife did when you savaged her. Scream like the Rodian who finally killed her. Scream for your life, hut’unn.
That burning? It’s your stomach coming up your throat. Literally. Scream while you still can.
Aaahhh, that’s what I’m talking about. See? Gross, huh? Ever wondered what your stomach looked like?
I’m leaving now. You’re already dead, the acids from your ruptured stomach have leaked into your other organs and you’re bleeding internally. Start screaming. No one will hear you in space. The wreckage of your ship will be your tomb, and it’s in a decaying orbit here by the Maw. In six hours, the time warping effects of the black hole will stretch your sense of time. You’ll spend eternity in perfect agony. Something to look forward to, huh?
Other info:
Weapons: Like his clan’s founder, Chace prefers Verpine tech. He carries a flechette carbine, a shatter gun, and an ion pistol.
Personality: After the death of his wife, Chace retreated into a cheery personality to keep himself distracted. Often laughs and makes jokes.
I nailed your hands to the wall. No need to flail like that—you’re only hurting yourself worse. Relax, save your strength. You’ll need it.
You’ve probably never seen me before, have you? I doubt it. If so, it was only in passing. I make a point of not standing out when not in my beskar. No one notices a little guy like me.
Except once, and that’s what I’m going to talk about with you. But before we get to the crux of this, I’m going to make sure I’ve got your attention. This won’t hurt me a bit…
Don’t cry. It’s not in keeping with your job. How many times, slaver? How many times have you stood by and watched families get torn apart by your greed? How many tears have you watched fall, seeing in your mind’s eye only credits falling into your pocket?
Anyway. I’m going to tell you a bit about myself before we go any further. I’d hate it if you had any doubts as to why this is happening to you…
No, but you’ll learn. Be patient and I’ll tell you.
My name is Chace Skirata. I’m descended from a clone trooper. Born Mandolorian, been one all my life. My father raised me well, ensured that I grew up a warrior. We fought together for years. He died at last when I was seventeen, we were doing merc work for a Twi’lek clan. When he finally bled out, I was devastated. You ever feel completely alone, like no one will ever care for you again? Well, it was like that. I finished the mission, completed my contract. Truth be told, I would have died myself had the chieftain’s daughter not been there for me…
Don’t ever speak that way again, hut’unn. Here, to make sure you don’t interrupt me, I’m going to gag you with this rag. Actually, I’m going to shove one end clear down to your stomach. To make sure you don’t smother on me, you’ll have this breathing tube. Hold still…
There, that’s better.
Where was I? Oh, yes, the chieftain’s daughter. She was the gentlest, sweetest, most joyful girl I’ve ever known. Not afraid of getting her hands dirty either. I saw her once kill a man with her teeth. Wonderful woman. Of course, I was madly in love with her. She seemed to find something attractive in me as well, can’t imagine what. When the chieftain expressed his gratitude for my exceptional service, he asked if there was anything he could do for me. Of course, I asked for his blessing to wed his daughter. To my surprise, he agreed. We married right then and there—Mandolorians don’t muck about—and I brought her home to Mandolore.
Shab, she was the best wife a man could ever have. For six years, she removed my armor for me, always had a smile, never stopped being the best thing that ever happened to me. Until you happened to her.
Did I mention she was a Lethan? Yes, you remember her now, don’t you? When you saw her in the spaceport that day, you had to have her. You had your men drag her to your ship, and you raped her all the way to the slave markets of Tattooine. Well, I’m here. I found you at last, hut’unn. I’ve dreamed about this day for a year now…
I’m going to kill you. I’ve dreamed about the different techniques I could use, and I settled on the rag that is down your throat right now. You see, your stomach has closed around it by now. It’s being digested. What do you think would happen if I started pulling?
Scream for me, hut’unn. Scream like my wife did when you savaged her. Scream like the Rodian who finally killed her. Scream for your life, hut’unn.
That burning? It’s your stomach coming up your throat. Literally. Scream while you still can.
Aaahhh, that’s what I’m talking about. See? Gross, huh? Ever wondered what your stomach looked like?
I’m leaving now. You’re already dead, the acids from your ruptured stomach have leaked into your other organs and you’re bleeding internally. Start screaming. No one will hear you in space. The wreckage of your ship will be your tomb, and it’s in a decaying orbit here by the Maw. In six hours, the time warping effects of the black hole will stretch your sense of time. You’ll spend eternity in perfect agony. Something to look forward to, huh?
Other info:
Weapons: Like his clan’s founder, Chace prefers Verpine tech. He carries a flechette carbine, a shatter gun, and an ion pistol.
Personality: After the death of his wife, Chace retreated into a cheery personality to keep himself distracted. Often laughs and makes jokes.
