𝘀𝘁𝗈𝗋𝗆𝘀 𝗼𝖿 𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗶𝗻𝗲 ───── ˢᵗᵃʳʷᵃʳˢ ˣ ᵖʲᵒ

5 ~ h a z e l

Chapter Five Hazel

Hazel's mouth slides open, as she took in the sights. It seems as if they just walked into a bar... with *certain* explicit scenes.

She covers her eyes, feeling out of place in her purple SPQR shirt in this club of people with... minimal dressing standards.

She averts her eyes to Frank, whose face is frozen in a mix of shock and amusement.

Percy lets out a snigger, while Annabeth lets out a whimper.

Annabeth turns around to them, "*This* was a bad idea. If that guy just now wanted to kill us because we were "jedi" or whatever schist, this is a *clubfull* of aliens,"

Percy sighs, and takes charge, "Let's just get out of here. I can already see the exit. Everyone link arms. No one talk to anyone, okay?"

Everyone nods.

Frank twines his hand more firmly around Hazel's hand, and reaches out to take Annabeth's right arm. Percy takes hold of Annabeth's left arm tight and securely makes sure Riptide is within reach.

The four of them trudge through the club, passing weird, mutant aliens, all who hiss and leer at them. Some females similar to the one outside in the alley earlier take interest in Percy, flirtily grabbing at his shirt. Percy ignores them, while Annabeth grits her teeth, looking ready to judo flip them.

An alien with narrowed eyes, six legs, two of which looked paralysed and whiskers hobbled towards them. It spat at Frank's feet and said, "Yousa *jedi*,"

A guy who looks like a cross between an abnormally large maggot and slug slithers towards them. It puts a fat, dirty looking arm around Annabeths shoulder.

Percy sends him a withering look, hand swiftly, unhesitatingly going to Riptide, and promptly slicing off the arm of the maggot alien.

It lets out a blubber of outrage, and bucked wildly.

Annabeth cries out, "Percy no!" But it's too late.

The aliens all fall silent, even the entertainment of a band in the corner stops.

So much for laying low.

Faint whispers grow about "jedis angering Jabba the Hutt" and "gonna pay for this" amongst other low hisses and strange phrases in various dialects.

The Hutt slithers closer to them, looking angry about his new lack of body parts, and shakes his right fist in Percy's face. It yells something and from behind him appear what Hazel assumed were his henchmen.

They seizes the four of them by the shoulders, and roughly disarmed them (Percy and his sword- although Hazel could see Percy smirking about the fact they didn't know the sword reappeared as a pen in his pocket)

Of course, the four of them fought back, firmly resisting, but it was four against nine bulging, buff aliens. In short: they were defeated.

Blood still dropping from his shoulder gruesomely, Jabba the Hutt murmurs something to his henchmen. The henchmen wrinkle up their noses in distaste, whining slightly. But Jabba flashes them a dirty look, and they shut up. They round us up and lead us out of the bar, amidst glares from customers.

Once outside of the bar, the whole city lights up with neon lights, reflecting off and from huge screens set on towering skyscrapers, making Hazel feel very small and insignificant. The sky is pitch dark, and two moons are visible in the sky, alongside countless other ships, flying to and fro in an orderly manner.

Hazel gulps, as the henchmen force them into a large ship, that's branded with the words 'YT-2400'.

The henchmen shuts the door, while Percy, Frank and Hazel desperately squirm, biting, gnashing and squealing; but alas, the four of them end up being gagged and handcuffed. Meanwhile, an ugly looking green skinned alien with bulging eyes and long antennas approaches Annabeth, for some reason they seem intrigued with her- though I agree, she's pretty. It slings an arm around her waist, as she tries to pick her handcuff. The alien grips her waist harder, pulling her to him.

Hazel spits out her gag, saying, "Percy!"

Percy glares at the alien, fumbling to draw Riptide. But Annabeth is quicker, she unsheathes her dagger from her back pocket, spins round, blinding the alien temporarily with her hair whipping his face, then stabs his wrists unmercifully. He growls at her, spraying spittle; his blue coloured spit landing on her cheek. Then he lets out a low moan in agony, stamping his feet as Annabeth twists the dagger deeper into his veins. Shellshocked, everyone watches in horror.

Two of the other aliens rip the dagger out of the green alien's wrist, and shove Annabeth into an oblong, flat vertical surface. The cold, stone-like texture slowly envelopes her, freezing her until the outline of her is faintly visible-a stolid, lifeless state, trapping her in time- no more than a suspended animation.

"What did you do?!" Percy yells, kicking and thrashing, but three aliens hold him captive in place.

The green alien turns to him, an eerie smile plastered on his blood smeared face, "The carbonite machine,"