Zenohazard

Is That a Star Wars Reference?

My eyes snap open at the sound of a loud clang. With the dark, they take a second to adjust, but I eventually regain my ability to see... I wish I couldn't though. There are small men crawling around on all fours with nothing on, and their faces are covered in deep red blood. We're still in the prison, I can tell by the smell beyond these people's stench, but we were in a different wing.

"One has awakened, master!" Shrieks someone behind me. I panic and try to move, but I'm restrained to the ground. Thunderous steps begin to sound, followed by a comically large man, who was the only one clothed. Oh, fuck... I try to reach James.

James... can you hear me? I get no response... Fuck... they must have him knocked out... damn it! Willow began to wake up. Damn... I really don't want to talk to her but... she's the only one who I can contact.

Willow, do not talk out loud, I can tap into your thoughts. Do what I say and follow my lead. Look, if you don't want to be on my bad side, do what I say. Just think what you want to say to me, I can hear you. It took about thirty seconds for her to process until she responded.

Robin... if you can hear me... tell me something about my mother's locket. What picture is in my locket?

Easy. I dig into the depths of her thoughts, finding the answer shortly after. It's a photo of you, your brother, mother, and your father. You've got it tucked under your shirt.

Wow... impressive. So what's the plan?

Do what they tell you to, follow my lead.

Okay... She was nervous, I could feel it, I was too.

The small men cheered as the large man stood before them, asking millions of questions.

"Are we gonna eat these ones, boss?" This one's voice sounded nasal.

"Yeah! We're starving!" They began chanting, 'Let us eat! Let us eat! Let us eat!' He aggressively threw his hand up, silencing these fuckers.

"The only way you guys will be feasting on these two biengs, is if they are not nice beings." He announces.

Well, I'm fucked. I say to Willow. She held back a forced chuckle.

The man turns to us, rubbing his chin. "They will be enslaved."

Ah... Fuck... Alright... Willow, I know that this a little bit over the line, but like I said, do what they say. Follow my lead.

Okay... what are they going to do to us?

I have no idea... but if you do what they say, you'll survive longer. I grin, act a little slutty too, people who have slaves like that.

You're messing with me, aren't you? No, sorry.

Yeah, sure. I was messing with you. I say, confusing her.

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We had rusted platters of human meat plastered to the suface with dark, dry blood. The stench grew worse the longer we were there, the more we were groped by the men as we served the human meat. I glanced at Willow, her face was full of worry and her eyes were watery.

Hey, it's okay, we're going to be okay. James will bust in here soon, if not him then some dumbass security guard. That'll be the only time I'll be glad to see those little bitches...

You sure?

Yeah, James has a history of busting into action and getting people out of trouble, he'll be here. I promised. Another man grabbed my ass, making me this close to grabbing his hand and beating his ass. Keep your cool, Robin, keep your cool. The men laughed and cheered as they ate their meat, I glanced around the room, noticing two doors, one to the left, and one to the right. C'mon James, what's taking you so long? I noticed quite a few of the men began fighting over some last scraps, causing chaos everywhere in the room. My eyes widen as every last one of them was on top of each other. I grabbed Willow's hand and start running towards the left door. We tugged on the door; no budge. Damn it...

"Oy! Two of them slaves be gettin away!" They stopped their brawl, all of them turned to stare at us.

Come on James! I gripped Willow's hand, more out of stress than worry. The men inched closer to us, there were so many. Their menacing, hungry grins worried me.

"Hey, assholes!" An unfamiliar voice said. The men separated and looked behind them. A woman stood in the doorway holding a very large gun. Her clothes were a navy blue baggy fabric, and grenades hung from her belt. She began shooting each and every one of them, making them drop like flies, and adding more blood to the room than there was before. The doors behind me and Willow bursted open, making us both jump.

"Excuse me." James says as he begins to spark and electrocute the other half of the men. I smiled as James and the woman blasted the men to their deaths. The little men were all dead, leaving only one left. The big one. The ground trembled as he got down from his chair. He waddled towards me and Willow, forgetting the fact that there were two people here who had just slaughtered his army of assholes. By now Willow and I had lost our grip on each other as he inched toward us. The woman shot the large man, slowly pushing him to the ground. James glared at the woman.

You took too long, James, if it weren't for her Willow would be dead. He turned to me.

"Thanks for the help, Robin." He says sarcastically.

"Does it look like we're armed? Don't you think these groping assholes would be dead by now, James? Don't blame your lateness and failure to be here on Robin." Willow says, shocking both me and James.

"Shit, I'm starting to like her." I chuckle.

"Really?" She asks.

"No." I say with a straight face. "So who are you, you can't just save our lives and like, not tell us who you are." The woman looks at me with a straight face, brushing her brown hair out of her hair.

"I'm Sitka, who are you guys?" She says, she's very attractive, more than I, even. I pointed to myself.

"I'm Robin, this is Willow, and the grumpy one is James, if you call him Sparrow enough, he gets pissed." I joke. She chucles.

"Mind if I come with you guys?" She asks.

No, Robin. Don't.

"Not at all, welcome aboard, Sitka." I smile, putting my hand out to shake my hand, in which she accepts.

Damn it, Robin! I smile as James as we carefully leave the room.