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- Joined
- May 23, 2019
Drak was nobody. Barely even a name to those that owned him. Having been born on the planet of Dathomir, and a male, he was a prime candidate for The Rush. The Rush was a slave ship ran by some of the nastiest slavers in the Outer Rim. They travelled from planet to planet, providing labor to anyone who had the credits. Jobs ranged from mining minerals from the ground to constructing just about anything. Of course Drak and his fellow slaves were never paid for these services. The food and shelter they were given about The Rush was payment enough. If they wanted to eat, then they must work. Those unfit for labor found other work, often selling their bodies instead of their work.
In charge was a human by the name of Orinn Black. Orinn was known far and wide, and had enough credits to buy a castle. But he was not sated. Perhaps in some way he got a thrill out of slaving. Each time they were on a planet to work, he would also find new slaves to replace those who died or fell ill. While Drak may not have any real possessions aside from name, what he did have was a dream. No, a purpose. He was going to kill Orinn Black.
Drak was Dathomiran. A plant was known for producing sith assassins back in the days of the old republic. Rumor was the empire came in and slaughtered them all. The emperor had no need them, and feared their power. It was rare for males to be born, and were ruled by the females of the planet. Just for being born, Drak was destined to be a slave. But he did not accept that destiny. The years aboard The Rush had made him hateful. Angry. All fuel for the powers deep inside him that were also his birthright.
At first his powers were fledgling. He could move a pebble away without touching it. Or pick up a shovel from the ground using only his mind. After training in secret, he was now capable of moving bigger rocks. The more anger and hatred he tapped into, the stronger his powers got. Drak would need these powers if he was to ever escape The Rush and make his own destiny.
The Rush was currently in orbit of a small moon, home to Midway Station. It got its name for being the halfway mark between the outer and middle rims of the Galaxy. It also marked the edge of the empire's influence, and as such was a hub for all sorts of black market trading. Mostly slaves. Drak had a plan. He and a few other slaves were to be shuttled down and placed under auction. Once aboard the shuttle, he would break free of his restraints, hijack the shuttle, and kill the other slaves if they got in his way. Using his powers, he was able to bend his tools so the restraints would be nothing. All he had to do now was wait.
"Alright tools. Time to earn me some money.." Orinn said to the group as they were loaded onto the shuttle. It was a small ship, only room for the pilot and a small crew with a cargo bay where the slaves would stay. On the portly man's face was a wicked grin. Drak couldn't wait to remove it.
"We're shipping ya down to Midway. I gots a buyer down there to get some money from ya. Real sads to sees you go. " Orinn said patting Drak on the head. He could kill him then.
Once the shuttle was loaded and undocked, it began it's descent to the station. Once there was some distance from The Rush and the shuttle, Drak would make his move.
In charge was a human by the name of Orinn Black. Orinn was known far and wide, and had enough credits to buy a castle. But he was not sated. Perhaps in some way he got a thrill out of slaving. Each time they were on a planet to work, he would also find new slaves to replace those who died or fell ill. While Drak may not have any real possessions aside from name, what he did have was a dream. No, a purpose. He was going to kill Orinn Black.
Drak was Dathomiran. A plant was known for producing sith assassins back in the days of the old republic. Rumor was the empire came in and slaughtered them all. The emperor had no need them, and feared their power. It was rare for males to be born, and were ruled by the females of the planet. Just for being born, Drak was destined to be a slave. But he did not accept that destiny. The years aboard The Rush had made him hateful. Angry. All fuel for the powers deep inside him that were also his birthright.
At first his powers were fledgling. He could move a pebble away without touching it. Or pick up a shovel from the ground using only his mind. After training in secret, he was now capable of moving bigger rocks. The more anger and hatred he tapped into, the stronger his powers got. Drak would need these powers if he was to ever escape The Rush and make his own destiny.
The Rush was currently in orbit of a small moon, home to Midway Station. It got its name for being the halfway mark between the outer and middle rims of the Galaxy. It also marked the edge of the empire's influence, and as such was a hub for all sorts of black market trading. Mostly slaves. Drak had a plan. He and a few other slaves were to be shuttled down and placed under auction. Once aboard the shuttle, he would break free of his restraints, hijack the shuttle, and kill the other slaves if they got in his way. Using his powers, he was able to bend his tools so the restraints would be nothing. All he had to do now was wait.
"Alright tools. Time to earn me some money.." Orinn said to the group as they were loaded onto the shuttle. It was a small ship, only room for the pilot and a small crew with a cargo bay where the slaves would stay. On the portly man's face was a wicked grin. Drak couldn't wait to remove it.
"We're shipping ya down to Midway. I gots a buyer down there to get some money from ya. Real sads to sees you go. " Orinn said patting Drak on the head. He could kill him then.
Once the shuttle was loaded and undocked, it began it's descent to the station. Once there was some distance from The Rush and the shuttle, Drak would make his move.