Post by damionscott on Dec 27, 2010 14:12:07 GMT -6
The drums beat rythmically, a beat of pace. As the whip cracked every now and again, the sound of cries. Damion saw it all clear as day. The mines, the ore veins being sapped of its valuable minerals. The occassional man or woman, sometimes child passing out. Only to by pushed to the side, Damion shirtless, covered in sweat and whip marks, the teeth pf the barbed whip having torn his flesh several times. He hauled the cart of precious metal to the forge. His steps almost silent even on the hard stone floors of the mine shaft.
His strong arms sweat profusely... Eyes dim, almost lifeless. He felt the whip bite his back gritting his teeth as he had grown used to that stinging sensation, that ripping of flesh. He just grit his teeth and moved faster. His hair was ragged, pants torn and tattere, feet bare and blackened. He would stumble slightly. His footing quickly replaced, he was defeated it seemed. He looked around, they were outnumbered... Out gunned.. He sighed lightly, all hope was gone.
His eyes shifted to the plea of a woman, sobbing for her life. Then the rise of a blaster. And zip, the blaster bolt hit dead center of her skull, the smell of burning flesh was matched in its grotesque only by the splatter of grey matter. Never would he have stood there... In other situations. The shackles on his wrists hindered him however. His strength gone from days of famine. He was lucky to still be able to walk. The whip cracked and he got back to work.
His heart raced. Adrenaline beat... He would shove the cart harder towards the forge. The alien he met an ugly Trandoshan. Smirking in its reptilian way. Dami just looked away headed back. It would be night fall soon. Perhaps he would actually eat today. He couldn't remember the taste of food. The taste of water... He heard the order to the cells. Shuffling his way. He couldn't feel his feet any more, they were numb from the cuts and scrapes. Not to mention the cold stone ground.
Once in the cells he heard that song again, he couldn't make out the words anymore. Just the sound. He couldn't help it. He sang along. (Yes the pirate song) "The king and his men stole the queen from her bed." He sang softly laying his head against the metal of his force draining cell. Still wearing the force draining cuffs. He would eat the slop they called food carefully. Being sure to not shake to much and lose a bite. "Heave ho thieves and beggars... Never shall we die." He picked up again. "Now are dead, and some are alive."
Damion finished his supper having sang the song with the rest of the slaves. He finally fell asleep. His eyes soon widening with a shout. Then the light that poured into the cell. That sun that they rarely saw, only in morning light just before being hauled to the mine. Damion was rose by a Wee'quay. The ugly bastard with the rugged skin smirked slight. Damion rose a brow. "Find something funny? Other than your rash?" He felt the back hand of the wee'quay, still to tired to stand he fell.. Hard. "Feck you!" He shouted at the wee'quay. Who promptly rose a blaster. "Go ahead, put me out... I would rather die on my feet than live down on my knees."
The Wee'quay took a moment to think, strange thing as it was. As he holstered the blaster and snatched Damion by the scruffy hair, which coincidentally matched his beard. He would groan and be yanked. Soon thrown face first into the dirt. but his hands were seperated, still cuffed but no longer chained. Could this be his chance? He looked around, seeing himself in a hole. "Oh this looks fun... Not.." He said turning his back to a gate... Only to hear it open. "Oh... You wanna play this game huh?" He asked as he turned seeing a man larger than himself.
He would see the grin on the mans face recognizing him as one of the guards. "Alright tiny... Let's play." That was when he saw that 'Tiny' had a combat knife. "Now thats not fair..." He said as the man came at him bringing the knife in. Adrenaline struck Damion, lunging back pulling the midsection in, the knife whizzing past. He would then step in grabbing the wrist and yanking the knife only to stab the man in the throat. Damion tackled the now bleeding... Dieng man. Tearing the knife out and repeatedly stabbing as blood sprayed and splattered.
Damion couldn't stop. The stabs continued rage filled him. He was screaming like a wild man with each stab. The opponent on the ground, wheezing gasping through the holes of the knife, a sickening sound really. A desperate plea to hold life in his grasp, a plea denied. A man lay dead. Corpse being stabbed. Until finally the mad man rose looking around breathing heavy. Bathed in blood, sweat and hatred. He flipped the knife catching it at the tip flinging it at the guard watching the fight. Stabbing the man between the eyes. Damion let out a pheral roar.
His eyes glowing wildly. "I will kill them all..." He whispered as the slavers came rushing blasters firing down into the pit... A stun bolt hit him and down he went. Out cold. Off to never never land. His pulse slowing quickly as he breathed more gently now.
Cold... Damp... His eyes fluttered open, as he felt a strong strain on his arms. The were pinned up over his head. As he was hanging from the ceiling by his wrists, the blood soaked skin now dry, almost a blackish brown color. His head was splitting with a head ache. He heard footsteps... But couldn't stay awake.
His strong arms sweat profusely... Eyes dim, almost lifeless. He felt the whip bite his back gritting his teeth as he had grown used to that stinging sensation, that ripping of flesh. He just grit his teeth and moved faster. His hair was ragged, pants torn and tattere, feet bare and blackened. He would stumble slightly. His footing quickly replaced, he was defeated it seemed. He looked around, they were outnumbered... Out gunned.. He sighed lightly, all hope was gone.
His eyes shifted to the plea of a woman, sobbing for her life. Then the rise of a blaster. And zip, the blaster bolt hit dead center of her skull, the smell of burning flesh was matched in its grotesque only by the splatter of grey matter. Never would he have stood there... In other situations. The shackles on his wrists hindered him however. His strength gone from days of famine. He was lucky to still be able to walk. The whip cracked and he got back to work.
His heart raced. Adrenaline beat... He would shove the cart harder towards the forge. The alien he met an ugly Trandoshan. Smirking in its reptilian way. Dami just looked away headed back. It would be night fall soon. Perhaps he would actually eat today. He couldn't remember the taste of food. The taste of water... He heard the order to the cells. Shuffling his way. He couldn't feel his feet any more, they were numb from the cuts and scrapes. Not to mention the cold stone ground.
Once in the cells he heard that song again, he couldn't make out the words anymore. Just the sound. He couldn't help it. He sang along. (Yes the pirate song) "The king and his men stole the queen from her bed." He sang softly laying his head against the metal of his force draining cell. Still wearing the force draining cuffs. He would eat the slop they called food carefully. Being sure to not shake to much and lose a bite. "Heave ho thieves and beggars... Never shall we die." He picked up again. "Now are dead, and some are alive."
Damion finished his supper having sang the song with the rest of the slaves. He finally fell asleep. His eyes soon widening with a shout. Then the light that poured into the cell. That sun that they rarely saw, only in morning light just before being hauled to the mine. Damion was rose by a Wee'quay. The ugly bastard with the rugged skin smirked slight. Damion rose a brow. "Find something funny? Other than your rash?" He felt the back hand of the wee'quay, still to tired to stand he fell.. Hard. "Feck you!" He shouted at the wee'quay. Who promptly rose a blaster. "Go ahead, put me out... I would rather die on my feet than live down on my knees."
The Wee'quay took a moment to think, strange thing as it was. As he holstered the blaster and snatched Damion by the scruffy hair, which coincidentally matched his beard. He would groan and be yanked. Soon thrown face first into the dirt. but his hands were seperated, still cuffed but no longer chained. Could this be his chance? He looked around, seeing himself in a hole. "Oh this looks fun... Not.." He said turning his back to a gate... Only to hear it open. "Oh... You wanna play this game huh?" He asked as he turned seeing a man larger than himself.
He would see the grin on the mans face recognizing him as one of the guards. "Alright tiny... Let's play." That was when he saw that 'Tiny' had a combat knife. "Now thats not fair..." He said as the man came at him bringing the knife in. Adrenaline struck Damion, lunging back pulling the midsection in, the knife whizzing past. He would then step in grabbing the wrist and yanking the knife only to stab the man in the throat. Damion tackled the now bleeding... Dieng man. Tearing the knife out and repeatedly stabbing as blood sprayed and splattered.
Damion couldn't stop. The stabs continued rage filled him. He was screaming like a wild man with each stab. The opponent on the ground, wheezing gasping through the holes of the knife, a sickening sound really. A desperate plea to hold life in his grasp, a plea denied. A man lay dead. Corpse being stabbed. Until finally the mad man rose looking around breathing heavy. Bathed in blood, sweat and hatred. He flipped the knife catching it at the tip flinging it at the guard watching the fight. Stabbing the man between the eyes. Damion let out a pheral roar.
His eyes glowing wildly. "I will kill them all..." He whispered as the slavers came rushing blasters firing down into the pit... A stun bolt hit him and down he went. Out cold. Off to never never land. His pulse slowing quickly as he breathed more gently now.
Cold... Damp... His eyes fluttered open, as he felt a strong strain on his arms. The were pinned up over his head. As he was hanging from the ceiling by his wrists, the blood soaked skin now dry, almost a blackish brown color. His head was splitting with a head ache. He heard footsteps... But couldn't stay awake.