Originally posted on Nov 15th, 2015




Yuned'rar © Myself; Alisa I. Didkovsky
Star Wars: The Old Republic © Bioware

Story time
Warning: child abuse, violence (neither are graphic)
Word count: 1248

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The trip through hyperspace was awful for a number of reasons and Yunee didn't even know where to start. He'd spent too much of it in the company of his captor--or was he his Master now?--in far too intimate a setting. The other half of the trip he'd spent in the refresher, his poor Twi'lek stomachs being used to the very stationary ground on Tatooine.

Yunee wished he was back there. Back home with his friends and the droids he worked on, not zooming through space on an old Twi’lek pirate’s lap who couldn't keep his disgusting hands off him. He tried to ignore it, already having been threatened with a shock collar for lashing out with his claws.

“Feisty li’l brat,” he'd called him.

The clothes Yunee was given didn't quite fit, but they'd have to suffice. Another crewmate grumbled and punctured another hole, and then a second, into a belt to get it tight enough on the young Twi'lek’s small frame. The captain, Chakta, equipped him with a blaster. Yunee, meanwhile, eyed the dagger on him.

Orders were passed around the crew in a handful of different languages, none of which Yunee knew, though that didn't stop him from trying to listen in. The ship creaked a little as it docked another, and soon the captain returned and took the little Twi'lek aside. He kneeled down to his level and spoke to him in Huttese with a calm and warm voice.

“Hey, kiddo,” Chakta began.

Kiddo. So he did know Yunee was young. He scowled as much as a thirteen-year-old could, which was quite a lot but still rather unintimidating.

The pirate continued, “You got a special li’l task all your own. See this?” Chakta took a small satchel from his shoulder and then took a case out of it, and then opened it to reveal the rough, hand-made device inside.

“What is it?” Yunee asked, some of his anger subsiding as his childish curiosity over the tech overcame him.

“A detonation device. There’s three in your bag and you’ll be planting them on the spots I’ve marked for you on your datapad.” Chakta put the case back into the satchel and then hung it over the small Twi’lek’s shoulders.

“And you won’t explode them when I’m still there?”

“Never!” Chakta gave a hearty laugh and took the boy into a close hug. “You’re my favourite possession. I’d never harm you. You’ll be out of there and back with us before the bombs go off.” With that, the pirate pressed his lips on the top of Yunee’s head, took a deep breath, and then let him go. “Go on. Follow Ajar in, and climb down into the hold, and then follow your map.”

Yunee stood frozen in place while Chakta handled him, and then relaxed just slightly when he was let go. He nodded and coiled his bespeckled lekku about himself, slipping the pirate’s dagger into his own belt after he turned away. Ajar, a Zabrak with a couple long braids, beckoned him over, the initial assault already having been initiated; it would give enough distraction for Yunee to plant the detonators.

He double-checked that his comlink was working and then followed the Zabrak and the rest of the pirates to board the other vessel. Blasterfire was heard inside and the corridors were already smoking as Ajar opened the grating to the hold down below. Yunee didn’t hesitate and hopped down inside it.

The only light he had came through the floor grating above him, which was covered more often than not by the other pirates’ and the native crew’s feet and, on occasion, a fallen body. Upon reaching the end of the hold where it diverged into two paths Yunee took the datapad from one of the satchel’s pockets and the map came up on the screen.

He could only recognise a handful of words, having never properly learned to read, but he could make out the map easy enough. The boy took the path the map showed him, following the hold into one direction to place two of the detonators, and then returned in the remaining direction for the last one where he would then leave through the nearest hatch in the floor.

Yunee crouched down in the third spot and stuck the last of the detonators onto the wall of the hold and set it to active when he heard Chakta’s voice above him. He crawled around in the hold to try to get a better view of who all was there, but besides the old pirate and some bound hostages it looked pretty empty. Now was his chance.

After pushing up the hatch in the floor, Yunee climbed up out of the hold quiet as could be and crouched in place for a few moments. He wasn’t noticed; Chakta was too busy tormenting the hostages as they attempted to negotiate some sort of deal with him. Since the pirate was distracted, Yunee knew this would likely be his only chance to attack him. He crouched in the shadows for a moment longer, took the stolen dagger from his belt, and then crept up slowly to the overgrown Twi’lek.

“Kiddo?” Chakta glanced back over his shoulder, the grin on his face quickly replaced with an angry scowl upon seeing his own weapon in the young Twi’lek’s hand. “When’d you get that?”

Yunee didn’t give an answer, though, and hissed at the pirate before launching his attack. The young Twi’lek lunged at the larger one and slashed the blade across his chest and arms, and moved quickly to try to evade his capture and, hopefully, get in a better blow. Finally, he jabbed the dagger into Chakta’s abdomen.

The pirate roared and doubled over, no longer able to try to catch his prize. He shouted something in Basic into his comlink and then took out his blaster and shot his bound victims dead; his fun was over. Yunee had made a run for it but was caught by a few members of the pirate gang who quickly incapacitated the little Twi’lek and disarmed him.

With his adrenaline pumping, the trip from the foreign ship to their pirate freighter seemed even quicker. The gang squabbled amongst themselves briefly before a couple of them tended to their injured captain and helped him back aboard their ship. Yunee was picked up and carried out like some sort of cargo. Once he was aboard a couple of the pirates checked him over for injuries at the behest of their captain, and then brought into Chakta’s quarters.

“Into the cage,” the old pirate said as he was getting patched up by a med droid. Yunee continued hissing, and growling, and kicking, which made his transport a little more difficult but he was still shoved into the cage and locked up.

There wasn’t room enough for him to stand, so he crouched and rattled at the bars, not that that would do much of anything besides make a lot of noise. One of the pirates chuckled, sauntered over to him and kicked the cage before kneeling down.

Yunee felt a surge of energy rush through him and he threw his hands out at the pirate, sending him flying back as a jolt of electricity seemed to hit him. Whatever it was, the rest of his energy seemed to drain with that and he fell back against the bars of his cage, closing his eyes for just a moment.