STONE

Time On Hawuka

A thick fog swims on a quiet grassy plain. The only sound was the quiet footsteps of two armored men as they creep along with double-shot blasters tightly gripped in their hands.

"I hate this planet.. It's so eerie and dead." said the first armored man, "Why are we even here? I don't care if I miss a meal, I don't want to be something else's meal!"

The other guy shakes his head and replies almost as fearful, "No, you imbecile! We will be something's meal if we don't report something. You know the master will be furious if we don't come back with something."

The other guy starts to panic in fear of any course. "But why us?! What are we even looking for? We've already swept this area, there's no-" Immediately, both men stopped in their tracks. In front of the was a pile of rubble, which looked recently disturbed. As they approached, a young man was slowly trying to crawl out from the middle of rubble. His body was roughed up from the rumble, covering in mud and dried blood.

The men look at each other in utter surprise. "There's no way.. Is it alive?" One of the men asks as he pokes the scuffed up stranger with the barrel of his gun, but didn't get much of a response.
The other man quietly studies the young man and then nods,
"Yeah, we've got a live one here.. This is what we were looking for. No questions, let's just get him aboard the ship. If he is what we're looking for, then this a big discovery. For dinner, we may just get seconds!"

Both men snicker mischievously as they bag the young man in a body bag and carry him away to their small ship in the distance.

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*clank, clank* The boy stirs in his sleep slightly at the noise as it only gets louder.
*Clank Clank* The boy scrambles awake and looks around frantically, not recognizing any of his surroundings. Small, dark, dank, it smelled horrendous. He scrunched up his nose as the smell burns his lungs until he looks to the other side of the small dark gray room.

There sat a huge alien looking creature. Tall, muscular yet fat with grayish brown skin. His blunt face proudly showed two tusks protruding from his lower jaw, although one of the tusk was broken. The boy, unsure what to do except to start quaking in slight fear. He had no clue where he was, it was terrifying.
His eyes widen all the more so as this odd creature starts to laugh at him.

"What's the matter, tiny? Never seen a Boark before?"

The young man's amber eyes only seem to get wider as the strange creature spoke to him.

The creature smiles gently and starts to speak more friendlier, "Well, yer in a tight space, eh? Can ya speak Basic?.. Can ya even speak at all?"

The boy seemed to loosen up a tad as he looks around for a moment before gasping slightly in pain as he notices a burnt mark on his wrist. He then looks back at the alien across the room, "W-What.. location? A-Arm.. like f-f-fire coals.."

The Boark nods in slight sympathy as he explains, "Yer on a planet called X-G. It's a small planet in the O.R that conducts the head trade of slavery. Yer a slave now with a burn mark ta prove it. Consider it as a cool tattoo that ya have no choice to have.
Ye may as well get used to it all. At yer wee size, I'd give ya two weeks of survival, if yer strong and if ya obey the ridiculous work around here. This is your home now."