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"Taking Candy From A Baby: A Dark Satire" (Open)
Coruscant was peaceful and bustling. The throngs of people were smiling and chatting, buying their wares and discussing current affairs- then she arrived. They stopped, they stared, they started again-
It made her sick.
The lark sang and she wished she could pop a round into it before it got to the chorus or second verse.
But she was late for work…another time, bird. You just got a new lease on life my friend, Daveny Gahdric never forgets.
Unless it’s a birthday. She’s was never good with those…
She wore on her back a brown leather top with twin seams up the breast, covering a longer white tank with high boots of polished pewter metal. They rose past her thighs, covering her low cut pants like chaps. Around her shoulders she wore straps-tight and appearing to hold up a nonexistent back pack, cutting around her chest and making an “X” between her shoulder blades. She had matching armored gloves, spiked between the fingers, and on her head she wore a cap- it doubled as a mask. For when she pulled it down upon her facade a scowling metal one would take the place of the equally shocking visage beneath.
She had a smile on her mouth, her lips were glossy and soft. It was in great contrast to the rough terrain that dressed her face. Scars like chasms were etched into her countenance, hacks and slashes from the past fading into her flesh, dressing it with helter skelter scars. The aged wounds seemed to retreat from her pleasant mouth- one just daring to touch its top arch.
Her eyes were narrow and the light shaded them red violet- soon a shadow or any form of the dark would return them to dusky auburn.
She was a twi’lek and her skin was of powdery blue, its shine was golden and pearly like the core of a seashell. Her Lekku were short and the one that remained intact had a slender tip- its girth growing to the root like a carrot, the other had been torn, and hung at half the length, ugly and uneven with battered flesh. The brain tails were rigged with sharp little etchings like segments.
She was a blend of both mutilation and magnetism.
She reached her destination in lower Coruscant and swung open the door- a decoration with an already broken body fell from the wall like an alarm…as it had every other time she’d entered the cantina: “The Trap Door”.
A older man with a spiky crown behind the bar stood, his face was lined with stress and his eyes wide with worry:
“Daveny!” the Zabrak called with a distraught tone.
“Hello Van” replied the twi’lek twirling on her heel to dodge a customer hurrying away.
“why are you late?” He asked with a groan, massaging his temples
“because I left late!” she explained with a shrug, as soon as she was close enough he ushered her out, pushing her back out the door by her arms.
“Well go! Go! You were supposed to get the shipment from Barlow ten minutes ago!” he tossed her a pair of keys from his back pocket- they would open the hatch to where the small business ship was kept.
“Ka’ta!” She called, racing to the cruiser.
Van sighed, he leaned in the door way and felt his bad knee act up again.
“…and she gets paid more then I do?” he asked himself, more as a reminder then anything else.
----
Jumping into the bay and skipping her heels with a whistle at its high ceilings Daveny boarded Barlow’s ship. The Rodian was still as a statue as she invaded his personal space, bowing so close they nearly touched as she tapped his green head.
“Barlow!” She exclaimed happily.
“Hullo! Apology accepted for you arriving early! So lets get that cargo on board eh?”
He was unmoved.
“ You can work this out on your own. I’m a supplier not a referee.” he stated dryly.
She raised and eyebrow then heard a shuffle of movement…
“Frotz….” she spat.
Several Humans had already begun to seize the shipment directly behind her and a tall Chagrian approached with his brown furrowed and a muscle bound colleague at each side.
“YOU!”
“Me.” said the twi’lek forcing a smile and pointing at her face.
“… So since you got it last time I say we go boy-girl and I get this shipment-” She began, lifting a finger with her hand on her waist.
“Just how many more cuts do you think you can fit on that ugly mug of yours?” He roared, poking her chest.
“Is my lipstick smeared or something?" She asked in all seriousness, she continued:
“Come on! How many death sticks do you need for that dump you call a bar? Only three people go there a night! How can they possibly polish off more then a pint between all that watered down sludge?”
He responded with a swift elbow to her throat
“Poooohy!” She gasped, clutching her neck and doubling over.
“Your… mother… must.. be so …proud…” she choked.
The men burst into laugher.
They turned to leave when the Chagrian felt a tug at his pant leg. Daveny curled around his ankle spitting up and choking between pleas.
“double for half…!” She said ,strangled.
“I’ll give…” She swallowed and resumed. “ you double the credits …for half.”
He shook her off and delivered a swift kick to her gut before leaving.
“Watch the Lekku!” She cautioned the passing thugs with the wind stolen from her lungs. They stepped over and around her. If she had the physical capacity she would have thanked them for their courtesy…there was always next time.
-----
Daveny returned to her ship with the aid of her former supplier, the rodian hoisted her into its seat with a struggle.
He shook his head.
“Twi’lek girl.” He said with a disappointed air.
“How do you say…‘I do not know if you got shot down or dodged a bullet?’” he asked rhetorically.
See looked at him clutching her neck with shallow breaths.
“ I do not know if you got shot down or dodged a bullet.” She replied.
He put his face in his palm and closed the hatch.
When she was alone she grinned and coughed, sniffing deeply before taking off- after the Chagrian’s ship.
----
“you have got to be kidding me…”
Within just a few minutes Daveny’s ship was seized and she was brought to her knees before the reluctant captain.
“I know what your thinking….” She said, her arms held behind her back by a human with a vice like grip.
“and yes…they are real.”
She swayed her hips, her voice still raspy from her wounded gullet.
“I bet you get this a lot from girls whose trachea you pound into their stomachs, but…I couldn’t let you go!”
He approached her and she was still, with the exception of her chest rising and falling.
He raised a case to her viewing and snapped it open.
Credits…too many to count.
“I think I’m in love!” She cried.
He snapped it shut.
“ That’s how much our little establishment makes a week.” he sneered
“apparently ‘watered down sludge’ is all the rage.” he added.
His subordinates took hold of her small shoulders and led her down the hall
Shoving her into an escape pod she resisted, plating her legs in the doorway and using her arms to prevent a budge.
“Triple! I won’t take no for an answer! At least give me two or three so I can say I gave it the ol‘ college try!”
The Chagrian put the case down for a moment and used his legs to thrust the twi’lek into the tiny craft. She hit the opposite wall with her legs sprawling in the air.
“where to?” asked one tattooed man, setting the coordinates of their annoyance’s journey.
“I don’t care.” the tall horned Chagrian said with relief.
“Just punch in whatever- it isn’t my concern-” He reached back down for the case of credits and grasped at empty air.
Turning to the hatch’s window the twi’lek kicked up a familiar package- raising his prize and gesturing with a broad smile.
“Dammit! Open the hatch! Open the hatch-hold on!”
The order came to late and she was sent into open space at warp speed.
“NOOO!” he slammed the wall with his fist.
“Where did you send her!” he threw the man responsible to the floor.
“I don’t know! I just punched in some random numbers! You said it didn’t matter-”
“Follow that pod!” he screamed.
“Find her! Just find her-she has everything!”
------
It was mid day in Ryloth. in the populated center of the light region a crowd had formed. A small craft had crash landed and inside it a sole passenger. The door hung open and she lay lifeless, upside down and limp. A young woman, holding the arm of her husband ventured to touch the body.
“look at her face…!” exclaimed her daughter, a rebellious looking youth with orange skin. The twi’leks looked upon the new arrival with pity and fright. Her appearance was ghastly. She was of their species but mangled to a point past direct recognition. No one seemed to have any knowledge of who she was.
The woman poked the stunted Lekku of the disfigured stranger and got no response.
The opposite tail suddenly wrapped around her shoulder- a sign of life.
“Her face!” they said.
“look at her face!’
“what happened to her?”
“oh the poor thing…”
The one with the light, pinky complexion attempted again to rouse the crasher.
Daveny sprung from her stupor with a cry. It sent the onlookers into a frenzy of sound.
“Eeeeek!” the pale twi’lek shrieked, pulling back her hand and holding it as if it had been bitten. She retreated to the arms of her husband.
“unwanted-physical-contact!“ the stranger screamed, holding the stolen case to her chest and pulling back into the corner of her wrecked ship.
She eyed the crowd a moment, her mouth cracked open and wide, her eyes scanned their faces…then, slowly she glimpsed down at her prize.
She giggled…
It evolved into a chuckle…
Which turned into a laugh…
Which exploded into a hysterical bout of hilarity.
When She leapt from the vessel, the perplexed citizens dissipated in her wake. Daveny took off running and laughing like a lunatic through the town. A group of young girls stared curiously as she passed them- she backtracked, flipping down the mask she wore as a headdress, displaying its false growling visage with a roar- they screamed and scattered.
And she continued on her way with laughter more shrill.
----
“Mehehahaha!” She merrily bantered.
‘tusk-head! Try to wrap your waterlogged brain around that!’ she thought, all the while picturing her captor’s dumbfounded face as he discovered his blood money in the hands of someone who would actually know how to spend it.
“Daveny gets what Daveny wants!” she announced to heavens, a handsome turquoise man stared at her in disbelief and she winked in his direction, saying in a lower tone before continuing her running.
“Remember that…”
The toe of her boot caught uneven ground and she hit the dirt, the parcel of currency flying forward out of her hands.
“No!” she shouted. She lifted her face slowly, covered in dirt to the feet of a little azure child no more then seven.
The little girl looked down at her scarred face, blank of expression.
There was a moment of silence…
And the child seized the money and fled.
“Hey!” Daveny scrambled to her feet and pursued the youngster.
“Get back here you little thief! I stole that fair and square!” she yelled furiously.
Sprinting into the horde of twi’leks occupying the market she lost sight of her target, panting with her arms hanging limp- drool dripping from her mouth. Then she spotted a little blue figure.
“Gotcha!"
The girl yelped as she was lifted off the ground and shaken.
“Gimme’ those credits!” the woman demanded, her monstrous visage and aggressive approach nearly stopping the child’s heart- the little twi’lek burst into tears, her father quickly coming to her side full of anger.
“What do you think your doing “ he snarled.
“Pipe down, papa smurf! This is between me and kid!”
Not only was he at a loss for words by her audacity, he was also completely befuddled at what exactly a “papa smurf” was…
The little girl quivered as she emptied her pockets of two credits.
“where’s the rest!?” the scarred face woman demanded.
“that-that-that-s all- I-h-h-ave!” she wept.
Daveny dropped the girl to her feet as she spotted another small blue person in the crowd.
She pounced upon the second rutian youth and hissed:
“Where is it?!”
The girl sniveled almost instantly
“Nooo!” she cried, pushing away her assailants face with her hand.
Daveny’s eye caught another blue form in the corner and raced to meet it- then another stole her attention from the far side- then another.
And another.
And one more after that until she pulled at her own brain tails in frustration.
“FROOOOTZ!” she howled.
Several close parents covered their children’s ears, muttering disapproval.
“How many little blue girls are on this god forsaken rock!?”
She sunk to her knees and screamed at the sky.
Soon the Chagrian and his crew would pursue her, but that was the least of her problems.
Without credits, a ship or an ally in any form she was at the mercy of Ryloth.
And if the planet regarded her with the respect she paid it…
It wouldn’t be pretty.
-----
The crest fallen Twi’lek somberly crawled into the nearest Cantina, she took an empty seat at the bar and banged her head on its counter.
A man next to her, alerted by the sound, looked her over regarding her back side with approval.
“can I get you something?” he purred.
When she lifted her face he nearly fell from his stool.
“something strong.” She said blandly.
When the drink arrived she poured it on the floor and stood on the table, hitting the empty glass with her spiked gloves.
“Here ye here ye!” She announced.
“ Is their a pilot in the house?” she asked.
“Will the proud ship owners please stand up? Please stand up? Please stand up?”
Coruscant was peaceful and bustling. The throngs of people were smiling and chatting, buying their wares and discussing current affairs- then she arrived. They stopped, they stared, they started again-
It made her sick.
The lark sang and she wished she could pop a round into it before it got to the chorus or second verse.
But she was late for work…another time, bird. You just got a new lease on life my friend, Daveny Gahdric never forgets.
Unless it’s a birthday. She’s was never good with those…
She wore on her back a brown leather top with twin seams up the breast, covering a longer white tank with high boots of polished pewter metal. They rose past her thighs, covering her low cut pants like chaps. Around her shoulders she wore straps-tight and appearing to hold up a nonexistent back pack, cutting around her chest and making an “X” between her shoulder blades. She had matching armored gloves, spiked between the fingers, and on her head she wore a cap- it doubled as a mask. For when she pulled it down upon her facade a scowling metal one would take the place of the equally shocking visage beneath.
She had a smile on her mouth, her lips were glossy and soft. It was in great contrast to the rough terrain that dressed her face. Scars like chasms were etched into her countenance, hacks and slashes from the past fading into her flesh, dressing it with helter skelter scars. The aged wounds seemed to retreat from her pleasant mouth- one just daring to touch its top arch.
Her eyes were narrow and the light shaded them red violet- soon a shadow or any form of the dark would return them to dusky auburn.
She was a twi’lek and her skin was of powdery blue, its shine was golden and pearly like the core of a seashell. Her Lekku were short and the one that remained intact had a slender tip- its girth growing to the root like a carrot, the other had been torn, and hung at half the length, ugly and uneven with battered flesh. The brain tails were rigged with sharp little etchings like segments.
She was a blend of both mutilation and magnetism.
She reached her destination in lower Coruscant and swung open the door- a decoration with an already broken body fell from the wall like an alarm…as it had every other time she’d entered the cantina: “The Trap Door”.
A older man with a spiky crown behind the bar stood, his face was lined with stress and his eyes wide with worry:
“Daveny!” the Zabrak called with a distraught tone.
“Hello Van” replied the twi’lek twirling on her heel to dodge a customer hurrying away.
“why are you late?” He asked with a groan, massaging his temples
“because I left late!” she explained with a shrug, as soon as she was close enough he ushered her out, pushing her back out the door by her arms.
“Well go! Go! You were supposed to get the shipment from Barlow ten minutes ago!” he tossed her a pair of keys from his back pocket- they would open the hatch to where the small business ship was kept.
“Ka’ta!” She called, racing to the cruiser.
Van sighed, he leaned in the door way and felt his bad knee act up again.
“…and she gets paid more then I do?” he asked himself, more as a reminder then anything else.
----
Jumping into the bay and skipping her heels with a whistle at its high ceilings Daveny boarded Barlow’s ship. The Rodian was still as a statue as she invaded his personal space, bowing so close they nearly touched as she tapped his green head.
“Barlow!” She exclaimed happily.
“Hullo! Apology accepted for you arriving early! So lets get that cargo on board eh?”
He was unmoved.
“ You can work this out on your own. I’m a supplier not a referee.” he stated dryly.
She raised and eyebrow then heard a shuffle of movement…
“Frotz….” she spat.
Several Humans had already begun to seize the shipment directly behind her and a tall Chagrian approached with his brown furrowed and a muscle bound colleague at each side.
“YOU!”
“Me.” said the twi’lek forcing a smile and pointing at her face.
“… So since you got it last time I say we go boy-girl and I get this shipment-” She began, lifting a finger with her hand on her waist.
“Just how many more cuts do you think you can fit on that ugly mug of yours?” He roared, poking her chest.
“Is my lipstick smeared or something?" She asked in all seriousness, she continued:
“Come on! How many death sticks do you need for that dump you call a bar? Only three people go there a night! How can they possibly polish off more then a pint between all that watered down sludge?”
He responded with a swift elbow to her throat
“Poooohy!” She gasped, clutching her neck and doubling over.
“Your… mother… must.. be so …proud…” she choked.
The men burst into laugher.
They turned to leave when the Chagrian felt a tug at his pant leg. Daveny curled around his ankle spitting up and choking between pleas.
“double for half…!” She said ,strangled.
“I’ll give…” She swallowed and resumed. “ you double the credits …for half.”
He shook her off and delivered a swift kick to her gut before leaving.
“Watch the Lekku!” She cautioned the passing thugs with the wind stolen from her lungs. They stepped over and around her. If she had the physical capacity she would have thanked them for their courtesy…there was always next time.
-----
Daveny returned to her ship with the aid of her former supplier, the rodian hoisted her into its seat with a struggle.
He shook his head.
“Twi’lek girl.” He said with a disappointed air.
“How do you say…‘I do not know if you got shot down or dodged a bullet?’” he asked rhetorically.
See looked at him clutching her neck with shallow breaths.
“ I do not know if you got shot down or dodged a bullet.” She replied.
He put his face in his palm and closed the hatch.
When she was alone she grinned and coughed, sniffing deeply before taking off- after the Chagrian’s ship.
----
“you have got to be kidding me…”
Within just a few minutes Daveny’s ship was seized and she was brought to her knees before the reluctant captain.
“I know what your thinking….” She said, her arms held behind her back by a human with a vice like grip.
“and yes…they are real.”
She swayed her hips, her voice still raspy from her wounded gullet.
“I bet you get this a lot from girls whose trachea you pound into their stomachs, but…I couldn’t let you go!”
He approached her and she was still, with the exception of her chest rising and falling.
He raised a case to her viewing and snapped it open.
Credits…too many to count.
“I think I’m in love!” She cried.
He snapped it shut.
“ That’s how much our little establishment makes a week.” he sneered
“apparently ‘watered down sludge’ is all the rage.” he added.
His subordinates took hold of her small shoulders and led her down the hall
Shoving her into an escape pod she resisted, plating her legs in the doorway and using her arms to prevent a budge.
“Triple! I won’t take no for an answer! At least give me two or three so I can say I gave it the ol‘ college try!”
The Chagrian put the case down for a moment and used his legs to thrust the twi’lek into the tiny craft. She hit the opposite wall with her legs sprawling in the air.
“where to?” asked one tattooed man, setting the coordinates of their annoyance’s journey.
“I don’t care.” the tall horned Chagrian said with relief.
“Just punch in whatever- it isn’t my concern-” He reached back down for the case of credits and grasped at empty air.
Turning to the hatch’s window the twi’lek kicked up a familiar package- raising his prize and gesturing with a broad smile.
“Dammit! Open the hatch! Open the hatch-hold on!”
The order came to late and she was sent into open space at warp speed.
“NOOO!” he slammed the wall with his fist.
“Where did you send her!” he threw the man responsible to the floor.
“I don’t know! I just punched in some random numbers! You said it didn’t matter-”
“Follow that pod!” he screamed.
“Find her! Just find her-she has everything!”
------
It was mid day in Ryloth. in the populated center of the light region a crowd had formed. A small craft had crash landed and inside it a sole passenger. The door hung open and she lay lifeless, upside down and limp. A young woman, holding the arm of her husband ventured to touch the body.
“look at her face…!” exclaimed her daughter, a rebellious looking youth with orange skin. The twi’leks looked upon the new arrival with pity and fright. Her appearance was ghastly. She was of their species but mangled to a point past direct recognition. No one seemed to have any knowledge of who she was.
The woman poked the stunted Lekku of the disfigured stranger and got no response.
The opposite tail suddenly wrapped around her shoulder- a sign of life.
“Her face!” they said.
“look at her face!’
“what happened to her?”
“oh the poor thing…”
The one with the light, pinky complexion attempted again to rouse the crasher.
Daveny sprung from her stupor with a cry. It sent the onlookers into a frenzy of sound.
“Eeeeek!” the pale twi’lek shrieked, pulling back her hand and holding it as if it had been bitten. She retreated to the arms of her husband.
“unwanted-physical-contact!“ the stranger screamed, holding the stolen case to her chest and pulling back into the corner of her wrecked ship.
She eyed the crowd a moment, her mouth cracked open and wide, her eyes scanned their faces…then, slowly she glimpsed down at her prize.
She giggled…
It evolved into a chuckle…
Which turned into a laugh…
Which exploded into a hysterical bout of hilarity.
When She leapt from the vessel, the perplexed citizens dissipated in her wake. Daveny took off running and laughing like a lunatic through the town. A group of young girls stared curiously as she passed them- she backtracked, flipping down the mask she wore as a headdress, displaying its false growling visage with a roar- they screamed and scattered.
And she continued on her way with laughter more shrill.
----
“Mehehahaha!” She merrily bantered.
‘tusk-head! Try to wrap your waterlogged brain around that!’ she thought, all the while picturing her captor’s dumbfounded face as he discovered his blood money in the hands of someone who would actually know how to spend it.
“Daveny gets what Daveny wants!” she announced to heavens, a handsome turquoise man stared at her in disbelief and she winked in his direction, saying in a lower tone before continuing her running.
“Remember that…”
The toe of her boot caught uneven ground and she hit the dirt, the parcel of currency flying forward out of her hands.
“No!” she shouted. She lifted her face slowly, covered in dirt to the feet of a little azure child no more then seven.
The little girl looked down at her scarred face, blank of expression.
There was a moment of silence…
And the child seized the money and fled.
“Hey!” Daveny scrambled to her feet and pursued the youngster.
“Get back here you little thief! I stole that fair and square!” she yelled furiously.
Sprinting into the horde of twi’leks occupying the market she lost sight of her target, panting with her arms hanging limp- drool dripping from her mouth. Then she spotted a little blue figure.
“Gotcha!"
The girl yelped as she was lifted off the ground and shaken.
“Gimme’ those credits!” the woman demanded, her monstrous visage and aggressive approach nearly stopping the child’s heart- the little twi’lek burst into tears, her father quickly coming to her side full of anger.
“What do you think your doing “ he snarled.
“Pipe down, papa smurf! This is between me and kid!”
Not only was he at a loss for words by her audacity, he was also completely befuddled at what exactly a “papa smurf” was…
The little girl quivered as she emptied her pockets of two credits.
“where’s the rest!?” the scarred face woman demanded.
“that-that-that-s all- I-h-h-ave!” she wept.
Daveny dropped the girl to her feet as she spotted another small blue person in the crowd.
She pounced upon the second rutian youth and hissed:
“Where is it?!”
The girl sniveled almost instantly
“Nooo!” she cried, pushing away her assailants face with her hand.
Daveny’s eye caught another blue form in the corner and raced to meet it- then another stole her attention from the far side- then another.
And another.
And one more after that until she pulled at her own brain tails in frustration.
“FROOOOTZ!” she howled.
Several close parents covered their children’s ears, muttering disapproval.
“How many little blue girls are on this god forsaken rock!?”
She sunk to her knees and screamed at the sky.
Soon the Chagrian and his crew would pursue her, but that was the least of her problems.
Without credits, a ship or an ally in any form she was at the mercy of Ryloth.
And if the planet regarded her with the respect she paid it…
It wouldn’t be pretty.
-----
The crest fallen Twi’lek somberly crawled into the nearest Cantina, she took an empty seat at the bar and banged her head on its counter.
A man next to her, alerted by the sound, looked her over regarding her back side with approval.
“can I get you something?” he purred.
When she lifted her face he nearly fell from his stool.
“something strong.” She said blandly.
When the drink arrived she poured it on the floor and stood on the table, hitting the empty glass with her spiked gloves.
“Here ye here ye!” She announced.
“ Is their a pilot in the house?” she asked.
“Will the proud ship owners please stand up? Please stand up? Please stand up?”
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