Kaiyan traversed the markets of Korilla,the Varanus bounty hunter had recently completed a contract for one of the Slavemasters and was on his way to collect his payment.The marketplace was uncomfortably hot even for the reptilian,he wore black & crimson robes that covered his thermal chestplate that was already reverting it's settings to attempt to cool his body down.The hood covered his head with only his horns poking out of it.He walked on his digigrade feet towards the slave markets that seemed to be the pinnacle of the market's offerings.

He would catch glimpses of the downtrodden slaves,their eyes faded with fatigue and lips crackled and dry,they did not look back on him with hatred,nor did they appear kind or curious....They carried fear....Not for his appearance but he sensed they feared he was here to buy them. He understood the fear.....He understood their position.

His race practices slavery...He himself was once part of the Ordiakka Caste,but unlike slavery in it's concept it was different,it was a social position....usually with agreement kept by benevolent lords....This market.....these slavemasters..Were scum in Kaiyan's eyes...There was no mercy and kindness in this service....No....To these slavemasters these once free races are nothing more then tools. This world would be picked clean by the Imperium should they ever arrive here,these markets would become regulated or better yet discarded entirely.

Kaiyan stopped between two burly brutes guarding a excess of fat under the shade of a low hanging roof,the slavemaster sitting on some sort of low-bound chair turned from his plate of local fruits to greet Kaiyan. "Ah missere Keyan...."


"Kaiyan" The reptilian corrected him,the brutes grinned.

"Ah my apologies.....So is it done?"


The reptilian removed a spherical object and pressed his claw on the silvery chassis,the data-sphere hummed to life and projected a image of a bloody corpse. "The target was eliminated *hiss*,no witnesses as I took the liberty to silence his overpaid guards as well." 


"Excellent..." The Slavemaster laughed with glee,happy that his competition was eliminated and his envious pride of being the most powerful slave driver on Korilla was secured. "Here you go" The slavemaster nodded to one of his brutish guards who turned to hand a sack filled with credits. Kaiyan's contract completion bonus.


"Pleasure doing business with you" Kaiyan said before turning to leave.


"Wait...Keiran" The absent-minded slave driver demanded.


Kaiyan turned trying his best to hide his disgust under a reptilian grin.


"Doesn't your people bow to those they respect?" He asked curious of the custom wondering why Kaiyan did not bow to his superior.


Kaiyan smiled. "Indeed we do." He turned to leave.


Kaiyan then made his way to the spaceport,but out of curiosity took the time to observe the slave markets of Korilla,then his rounded eyes caught something..... 

"One thousand Credits for the girl" Cried a human clad in a dusty jumpsuit,he was bald and has several scars stern across the back of his head.The man had a average build and despite his uniform he carried a almost pristine pistol.

"SOLD" Cried the slave-driver who then grabbed the girl by the arm and pushed her towards the bald man who smiled with glee,he took her arm tightly banishing any hope of the girl's weak resistance to break free.The man pressed his thumb on a pad at the platform transferring the credits into the slave-driver account. And with that he turned to leave pulling at the girl who reluctantly followed too tired to scream and to scared to cry....

The man tore through the crowds towards a rusted freighter,he smiled at the sight of a bearded man standing at the entrance of the freighter's airlock. "Oi Will....Whos this then?"

"Our new maid mate....." He said. "If she cannot clean nor cook I'm sure the boys will find another use for her."

"Score then we done ere?" The greasy bearded man asked.

"Yeh let's get going then." He then pushed the girl towards the airlock that opened with a wheeze.

The inside of the ship was as dusty and hot as the marketplace,crates bearing the logo of various factions and corporations laid scattered across the cargo bay of the freighter.Another group of men was centered around a low table playing Poker,the room was musky with smoke from lit cigarettes and sweat,too focused on the game they did not notice the arrival of their brother and the new addition to the crew.

The bald man known as Will led the girl to a service closet badly renovated into a living space with a thin bedroll strewn across the rusty floor. "Sleep here" Will said and dropped a small canteen of water for the girl..... "I don't want to here anything ye."

The door closed and the room became as dark as the night,the girl grasped the the canteen and desperatly tried to drink her fill without bursting into tears.She crawled down to the bedroll shivering as her eyes closed...And darkness took her.

"What's this?" Erik asked with that fixed grin on his scarred face. "You call this a egg?" He stood and hit the girl,she fell hard on the metallic floor. The crew laughed. "You know you going to get punished again." smirked Will. The girl's whispered sobs was interrupted by the sudden intercom call from the pilot.

"Ey we might have a problem here.." The ship approached a lone vessel,the ship seemed to be stranded,drifting across space aimlessly.

"What you think boss?" The pilot asked as Erik stepped into the cockpit. "I tried raising comms and get nothing but static." 

"Board it let's see what the hell is going on..." He said as he loaded his pistol.

Will took the girl and locked her in the closet again,warning her not to make a sound as he took out a carving knife and walked to join Erik and the others at the airlock,as the ship prepared to connect the two.

"Dibs on any guns" Called Nex. 

"Shut up will ye." Said Erik as he cocked his pistol.