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Fictober 2020, Day 21

Prompt: 9 - “will you look at this?”

Fandom: SWTOR (Star Wars the Old Republic)

Rating: G (slavery, mentions of death, racism[against alien races], and violence)

Dromund Kaas was a dreary planet. The storms were dangerous and the air was always thick. Whether or not it was the humidity or its darkness was something that no slave bothered with. They were currently working on a large project to build more buildings on the outskirts of the city. Most of them were private residences for the Sith. This caused them to seem more like a temple. It was just like any other day on Dromund Kaas it was pouring rain, yet Meva couldn’t shake this feeling dread. It clouded her mind and distracted her. Distractions were a dangerous game. Yet she couldn’t help but drift off and hold on to the feeling. Something was going to happen. She knew that much. There was a loud crack and pain shot through her back. This broke Meva out of her thoughts.

“Focus, slave.” One of the overseers snarled at her. Meva hung her head and ground her teeth against the pain. She would have thought that she would be immune to it now.

“Sorry, Master.” Meva said and he snarled. He shoved her infront of him.

“Start working alien, else you will have a matching burn.” The overseer snarled and Meva put a hand up to the right side of her face. “Take this up to the sky group.” He handed her a bag and Meva bowed her head.

“Yes, Master.” Meva said and she ran towards the building that they were working on. The sky group was tasked with working on the top layer and her father was one of the slaves stationed there. There were no lifts, you had to climb the metal supports and walk across metal poles and columns. The only place that had something akin to a floor was a wooden board that was laid out where they worked to avoid things being dropped and lost. It was highly dangerous, but what was the life of a slave worth.

Meva got to the building and swung the bag onto her back. She began to climb, noticing that the heavy rain made the metal slicker than normal. Meva bit her lip and continued to climb. It took her a couple moments but she reached the top. Her foot nearly slid off one of the poles. She carefully steadied herself and made sure that she was steady. A fall from this height would kill someone instantly. She carefully made her way across the poles and columns. There was a sudden shout and Meva rushed towards the noise. She didn’t even notice the slick metal beneath her feet.

As Meva approached she realized what had happened. Her father had been working away from the wooden plank. He had gotten up to retrieve some more supplies and had slipped. Now he was falling to his death.

“Father!” Meva screamed unable to keep silent. She kneeled down where he fell and she reached out one of her hands as if to grab him. It was pointless he had already fallen from her reach, but that didn’t stop her instinct. Suddenly before he could hit the ground he stopped. Nothing had snagged him; he just levitated. All the slaves seemed to stop their work to look at the floating man.

“What is going on here?” One of the overseers yelled and Meva froze. Everyone looked directly at her and her father. She ducked her head and pulled back her hand. The best way to survive was to avoid being the center of attention. She felt tears sting her eyes. She had no idea what was going on. The rain viciously beat against her back and head causing her to shiver. “Come down here girl.” Meva began the climb down unfazed by the rain falling on her face. Her only concern was what was going to happen to her and her father. She finally reached the muddy ground of Dromund Kaas.

“Meva.” Her father said and Meva looked over at him. He had a look of concern on his face from where he sat in the mud. She knew what was going on. This was her death. She turned towards the overseer and walked towards him. The overseer grabbed her arm and dragged her away from the site. She entered a building that she had only seen from the outside. He threw her into an empty room and locked the door.

Meva was stuck in the empty room for the rest of the day and part of the next. She hugged her legs. When the door opened she immediately stood up. She kept her head down.

“Are you sure this is the one who used the Force.” A new man that Meva didn’t recognize demanded

“Yes, my Lord.” The overseer said and Meva’s eyes widened. She was dealing with a Sith. This was bad.

“Then show us, slave.” The Sith snarled and Meva looked up at him. She knew that her face displayed her panic and fear.

“My Lord...I…” Meva started in a panic

“The alien has displayed no prior use of the Force and considering her age. It is possible that it was another slave, but considering her emotional attachment.” The overseer said

“Then perhaps we will make her use it.” The Sith said and he put out an arm. Suddenly, Meva felt something close around her neck and cut off her air way. She put her hands around her neck trying to relieve the pressure, but it did nothing. She also felt her feet leave the ground. She struggled and fought against it. Then black began to encroach on her vision and the pressure disappeared. She collapsed onto the ground coughing and gagging.

“Perhaps, my Lord, we use the slave that she saved.” The overseer said fear clearly in his voice.

“You better not be wasting my time.” The Sith snarled and the overseer ran out like a slave obeying his master. Meva didn’t bother standing up nor bother speaking. She continued to rub her neck. Not a moment later did the Overseer return with her father. He had a look of pure horror on his face. The Sith looked over at him and a wicked smile appeared on his face. It caused Meva to shiver in fear. He outstretched a hand to her father and lightning hit him. Her father screamed and fell to the floor. His body convulsed as the energy moved through him.

“STOP!” Meva screamed and both the overseer and the Sith were thrown back. Her father laid on the floor limp no longer convulsing with energy. She ran towards him and kneeled next to him. Tears were streaming down her face. She couldn’t contain her fear. The Sith stood up and walked towards her.

“You are stronger than I thought, alien. You have done well to hide yourself.” The Sith said and Meva didn’t dare speak in fear of bringing his wrath upon her father. “Your emotions bring you great power, but the Sith could teach you more.” Meva froze in horror. She was going to become a Sith, a mindless cruel beast that devours whoever it pleases. She didn’t want that, but it wasn’t a choice, they would kill her and her father if she refused. Her father grabbed her hand and she wanted nothing more than to stay with him. She stood up allowing his hand to fall away from hers. She turned towards the Sith keeping her head down. The overseer removed her collar, but she didn’t dare run. The Sith led her out of the slave camp. The other slaves watched and her cheeks burned in shame. They stared with looks of hatred and fear on their faces. She didn’t know if they were aimed at her, the Sith, or both.

He led her to a speeder and he took her to the spaceport. Once there he took her to a shuttle. There she saw about 15 other people. They looked to be in their late teens and early twenties and the vast majority of them were Sith Purebloods and some were humans. They stared at her when she entered the shuttle. Meva found herself shifting uncomfortably at the looks. One of the female Purebloods smirked evilly at her.

“Will you look at this someone got a slave.” The female pureblood said from where she leaned against the wall of the shuttle.

“No one has gotten a slave. She is to be taken to Korriban to become an acolyte.” The Sith said and others all voiced their outrage. “Enough this is not up to you.”

“You can’t be serious, it won't make it a day in the academy.” The female pureblood said

“Then that is her fate.” The Sith snarled and he left Meva with the group of angry people. The female stood up and walked over to her. She punched her in the stomach. Meva collapsed onto one knee and the pureblood kicked her legs out from underneath her. Meva collapsed onto her stomach and she felt a weight between her shoulder blades that felt like a boot.

“Will you look at this? It thinks it can join us.” The pureblood said towards the others and she turned her attention back to Meva. “You may have the Force freak, but you will never be one of us.” She spat on Meva’s face. “You will always be filth beneath our shoes. All you people are good for is serving the strong the pure.” With that she removed her foot and walked away. Meva looked up and saw the other people grinning evilly. What are the chances I’ll make it to Korriban alive, Meva wondered.

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