*SMACK*
Warmth radiated from Peedunkee's face as blood rushed to it from the hard impact. He couldn't see the assailant thanks to the blindfold over his eyes, but whoever they were had a mean cross. His normally blue complexion had given way to a sickly purple from the repeated hits to his face. His head was pounding, his pulse the only thing he could hear clearly. The raucous criminals that surrounded him, as loud as they were, sounded distant to him. It was hard to hear anything when he was hanging upside down like this. He felt something tied around his ankles keeping him suspended, with not an ounce of give to them. As he hung there, his short stature ensuring he was right at fist-level for the ones taking turns on his face. As he braced himself for another hit (this time feeling much more dense, making it hard to tell if it was a species with thick skin or a literal rock) all he could do was think back to what landed him in this mess...
It was a normal day outside the spaceport, all things considered. The usual demographics were out and about, no matter what their business they all moved quickly and without acknowledgement of anyone else. Spacers, traders, smugglers and pirates all intermingled in the people soup that periodically spilled out of the spaceport. Peedunkee, on the other hand, was one of the few individuals standing still. He had positioned himself near the entrance/exit and was standing in place holding up a makeshift sign that read in broken Huttese "Money Work Strong". Maybe he would've gotten more takers if he had ever learned to write. He was hopeful that one of the many travelers coming in and out would have use for him. Deep down, he was really hoping it would be someone heading inside, which would mean they'd take him off planet. Unfortunately the hustle and bustle continued to move past him in complete ignorance of his existence. If he had known what came next, he may have chosen to keep it that way.
The day was winding down, and the density of foot traffic had dropped dramatically. Lights all along the pathways outdoors were starting to come alive as the outside grew darker. It was too late for the more reputable class, but not quite late enough for the heart of the nightlife to come out to play. All the same, there were a couple early birds to the festivities. And there was a speeder-load of them headed straight for the spaceport. "Hahaaaa too slow sleemo!!" One of the hooligans yelled over the roar of their vehicle. The sleek black and gold speeder filled with four ne'er-do-wells tore through the mostly vacant streets outpacing its competitor. Whatever workings it had inside were proving superior to the red and white speeder which had a widening distance between them. The driver was talented no doubt, not only outspeeding but outmaneuvering his counterpart. But just as they turned onto the street that led to the spaceport, a large cargo module was being off loaded, blocking the entire path. Thinking quickly, he did his best to drift the speeder in a sharp u-turn, managing to stick to only superficial scrapes to the rear of the vehicle and saving them all from a full on collision.
Unfortunately for the few bystanders still outside, the little maneuver had unintended consequences. The speeder had plowed through refuse containers sending them up in the air only to crash down and spill their contents on those unlucky passerby. Peedunkee was among the ones covered head to toe in filth. His sign was ruined, day ruined, and someone had to pay. The rest of the affected knew better. They saw who had caused it and thought twice before crossing them and the company they kept. Sadly self-control was something Peedunkee had never developed to that point. Since he was a toddler he had been taught to let loose all his anger. As he got older he always had a master with the ability to shock him into compliance whenever he threatened to let out his aggression in a way that didn't suit their needs. So, as all instincts were telling him to, he ran straight towards the speeder in question.
The occupants were still coming down from their adrenaline rush, a particularly dry selkath saying "You should've seen the look on your face! No wonder the seat's--" they were cut off by a small blue projectile humanoid pouncing on them with fists flailing wildly. Peedunkee screamed as he beat the selkath, some of the filth being returned as it came off with each blow. Suddenly he felt something wrap around his neck and pull him back, sending him toppling off the speeder. He got back to his feet and looked up just in time to see stars as the butt of a blaster rifle was slammed into the bridge of his nose with a *crack*! He fell onto his ass, cursing at the pain and trying to get a better assessment of the situation. He could barely make out the three figures that had hopped out of the speeder and formed a semicircle around him. It didn't matter to him, as long as they were in range he didn't need to see details. He braced his shoulders and made a move towards the closest one.
He had no clue how in over his head he was. He even thought for a moment that he'd actually teach them a lesson and beat all three of them. After all, he managed to get a couple good hits in on the first one, a well timed jab catching his target in what felt like a rib cage. His success would prove short lived. Something tripped him up, a cable of sorts that he never saw but brought him to the ground nonetheless. He felt a variety of footwear stomping at his legs and torso, kicking from too many angles to block at once. He tried to get up and fight back, but his momentum only helped one of them pick him up and throw him against the speeder. Its metal ringing out with a dull *thud* from his head's impact. Already disoriented, they had no trouble tossing him into the speeder proper. They sped off with their new punching bag in tow, eager to teach him a lesson back at their place. And that was how he found himself in some Black Sun hangout spot, now with a much larger audience than four people judging by the ambient noises around him. He wondered for a moment how or if he'd even get out of this mess. But only for a moment before--