He awoke in a large metallic transport with others inside. He was stripped of everything he had and simply worn a linen tunic and pants. It was dark and many faces appeared, and from what Varg could see, they were all grim, frightened, and completely depressed. From what he can make of it, he was a prisoner now, and there was no way he could break his cuffs in front of him, nor take his curious new metallic collar off which had a tiny red flashing light.
The ride was long, and he was unable to tell if it was light or dark outside anymore. Though he did know one thing confidently, he could feel all of the bumps and stops of the vehicle took quite harshly.
The transport rolled onwards. Though this time it was different, the sound of the engine competing with the bustling of a town or city had been heard outside. The transport can to a sudden halt, and some prisoners rolled, or slid on the metallic surface. The hatch opened down as a ramp and revealed an overbearing, almost blinding, bright light. The Engine turned off and the bustling of the population outside was immense, it was an indication they were most likely in a large trading town or a major city.
"Slaves up!" Everyone around Varg got up as fast as they could before the next order came. "Slaves march!" The next order came and a shock from the collar came as a surprise and Varg fell off to his side while everyone marched forward as if they were rushing to get somewhere. Before Varg could get himself up footsteps were heard on the metallic surface of the ramp walking up and inside the transport.
His collar went off almost violently to motivate him to move. Although it brought him to his knees he bolted back up knowing more would come if he didn't catchup quickly and line up with the other slaves.
Everyone was lined up, with the sun blaring down on them. Multiple people walked around and perused the merchandise. Many merchants especially, looking for extra hands to handle their stock. Sometimes Mandalorian warriors clad in armour would stop and stare, deciding which would be useful either as prey in a game, or as an extra hand on their ship. A few times off worlders fitting the same profile of the previous two would show up to inspect and most of the time buy. Varg stood there watching as those around him slowly were sold off, and yet the day was still long and the sun was still up.
Post by Darth Varúlfur on Jul 31, 2016 6:43:25 GMT
Varg stood there in line, trying to figure out how to get himself out of this. There were a group people chatting with the Death Watch soldiers, and he could have sworn some of them beckoned towards him. Varg had no intention of becoming a slave. But until the restraints and collar were released, he had to ride it out.
Varg found himself in a peculiar situation. While slavery was illegal in Obsidian Union territory, they could not govern all those under their territory with the iron fist the Union thinks it has. Slavery, while not known by that exact word for Mandalorians, had been part of Mandalorain tradition from the beginning with the strong ruling over the conquered.
Varg noticed the Death Watch troopers pointing at him as they were talking to the slavers that brought him there. At first the thought he was being bought came to mind, but it was something else, an exchange. The head slaver slapped his palm down on the back of a persons head, one would assume the slave assistant. This slave assistant brought forward a large box and was attempting to hand it off to the Death Watch troopers, but was smacked on the back of his head again by the head slaver and had been pointed in the direction of a landspeeder. The slave assistant put the box in the back of the landspeeder and walked back, bowing graciously and apologetically at the group that just dealt business. The Slaver shook hands with the troopers before they were off.
Post by Darth Varúlfur on Aug 19, 2016 3:36:15 GMT
Varg witnessed the transaction, and could only assume the box the Death Watch troopers had acquired was filled with his possessions. Although unsure of his next move, he knew that if he was going to get anywhere, especially off planet, he needed to reacquire his belongings. Varg would continue to play along until an opportunity to spring himself free arose.
A sort of fashionable person showed up right in the middle of the day as the market was at its heights of business. This fellow wore a long coat that seemed to be made of expensive fabrics and had inlaid gold string through it all in a fancy pattern. Obviously this man was of high stature and class, but his face was completely covered by a helmet, and his hands with gloves so it was hard to tell of what race. The man raised his hand and gave a light wave and the slave master came quickly as if he knew him. The two chatted in front of the now light crowd of slaves. The fancy patron had a voice changer to disguise him even further, as he was making a deal to purchase some new servants.
The conversation finished quickly, and the slave master raised his arm and whistled at a few of his workers and pointed at four slaves, one of which included Varg. Two men quickly gathered the four slaves and took them inside a transport and fastened them securely so the goods do not get damaged. The place they were in darkened quickly as the door closed, and it was a bit cramped, but the ride felt smooth. The trip was shorter than the one before and the destination had been a surprise.
The door opened quickly and the bindings loosened and unlocked. The view that was revealed was a yacht sized starship. The slaves were escorted out with the watch of a non-slave servant of the fancy patron. The large yacht was a variant of the Luxury 5000 Yacht series, this one that appeared was noticeably larger and longer. Upon entering the spaceship a sweet smell of something cooking was flowing around the background, while the fragrance of cologne and perfume with a dab of cigar smoke flowed throughout the ship. The assistant stood there and waved off the two slavers who had delivered the goods and the ramp closed behind them. The ship was extremely high class with a wooden interior with was dimly lit as if by candles making it feel cozy. Obviously the fancy patron wanted high class working slave servants.
The non-slave servant stood in front of the four and began to speak. "You collars shall remain, and if you perform your work adequately a chance at freedom will be available. The lord seeks those willing to work their best and be of the utmost stature and excellence. You must be exceptional or else you will not be of use." The head servant stood quietly for a moment expecting a question but knowing that not should come, and then continuing. "Now then, onto business. You all shall be cleaned thoroughly, shaven, clothed, and fed appropriately as the Lord insists on this. You will then be assigned duties, and since tonight shall be quite the fanciful evening you will all aid with the serving of... well, food and beverages, for you simple uneducated sort." He clapped his hands and a couple butlers appeared. "Get these men properly suited for their duties for tonight, will you. I have to attend to the Lord. Good luck with these, gents." The head servant walked off and let the butlers, his assistants, deal with Varg and the other three slaves.
"Right this way." One of them said with his left arm leveled and pointed in a direction, while his right had been behind his back.
Post by Darth Varúlfur on Aug 19, 2016 5:28:11 GMT
As the butlers led them to the bath chambers, Varg looked around. Decent amount of security would make any attempt to escape difficult. A decent amount of posh patrons littered the ship as they sipped luxurious wine and ate strange little skewered foods off of silver trays. Even without the guards or patrons, there was still the neck collar to consider. Dark wooden wall panels and candles adorned most of the ship, with large chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. They entered into the side halls of the ship, as the butlers wanted to keep the slaves out of sight until they were presentable. Varg continued walking with the three other slaves; one Zabrak male and two Twi'lek women, one green and the other blue. They entered into the bath chamber. Apart from the group of groomers, four guards stood watch in the bathing room, shock pikes at the ready in case one of the slaves had any ideas of freedom. The groomers took each slave and hastily discarded their clothes and put them into the bath, getting straight to work.
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