Star Wars: Rise of the Battlemage

A) How did the rest of the crew not intercept the bounty hunter's ship?

B) Why hasn't the MC Oakflesh and Lesser Warded himself and Tatnia and Sparked off their collars?

This is vexing.

At least for (2), it would probably be suspicious if they don't her hurt or any obvious use of magic occurs. Probably holding back till they don't have all the guns pointed at them.

Either way hope this finishes up soon. Felt a bit ham fisted in execution.
 
At least for (2), it would probably be suspicious if they don't her hurt or any obvious use of magic occurs. Probably holding back till they don't have all the guns pointed at them.
There's been a few instances of that already, or at least close enough to it that a couple of attack spells would be the entire difference. The back of the speeder for example; there was just him, Tatnia, and a single overseer -- a single knockout spell and he'd have been free to take all the time he needed de-collaring himself and her and could then do whatever he wanted from there. Including but not limited to stealing a transport shuttle and hitting the comm frequency for the crew's C-ROC. Ending the "arc" right there. (This of course ignoring the slicer droid tracking them that should have allowed the C-ROC to attack the bounty hunter's ship before it ever made it to the planet, as the crew would 100% trust the MC's powers to see the pair through a droid-fighter disabling attack run safely.)

Even then... no one will suspect you if they're all dead, and there's no point in playing along with being a slave when you can solo the entire overseer contingent on your own. If there's a fellow slave and you're trying to be surreptitious? Sleep spell.

It's just vexing to see the MC completely ignore his many, many tactical options and pretend the slavers have successfully stolen his agency. It makes no sense. What is even the thought process here?
 
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A) How did the rest of the crew not intercept the bounty hunter's ship?

B) Why hasn't the MC Oakflesh and Lesser Warded himself and Tatnia and Sparked off their collars?

A) How would the crew know what even happened? They weren't in constant contact with Deacon and Tatiana, and I doubt these bounty hunters made an official report to the local government that Racer could have picked up on before fucking off to Kessel or wherever this is. It's almost a certainty that as soon as they grabbed the two of them they loaded up their ship and left, looking like just another of the hundreds of vessels leaving that trade planet. You're complaining about something that is at least 70% based on your own speculation.

B) Firstly, you can't cast Oakfield on other people. Secondly, he has no idea what is in this collar or how it functions. Trying to shock it off could very well cause an explosive charge to blow his hear off. Deacon doesn't know nearly enough to risk doing anything but cooperate here. He's an apprentice battlemage, not a fucking diety.

Yeah, this feels very dumb in a forced way. Almost railroaded plot, is it the Force itself fucking with them? Because it doesn't make for any of this to happen like that except for "that's the plot" making it go that way.

It does. People have bad luck. It seems perfectly reasonable to me for something like this to happen considering who they pissed off and how close they were to Hutt Space.

Obviously this is going the direction it is cause the Author decided it, but it doesn't seem unreasonable for Jabba to be this Anal about some people fucking with him considering how butthurt he was for years about Han losing one shipment of Spice.

a single knockout spell

Does Deacon even know a Knockout spell? I don't recall anything like a Sleep spell being within the repotoir of Elder Scrolls Magic he has access to. What chapter did he talk about learning it? I'm curious, since you're speaking with such authority over what Deacon should be doing in this situation.

and he'd have been free to take all the time he needed de-collaring himself and her and could then do whatever he wanted from there.

We know this now, after having read the chapter, but at the moment it was happening Deacon has no idea how he's being monitored. He has a control collar on. For all he knows, the instant he does something fucky some dude halfway across the planet is gonna push a button and turn his brain into soup. Could he have escaped before they got to the mine? Maybe. But the safer option-which has a much lesser chance of getting himself (and more importantly, Tatiana) killed-is to go along with things. Scope the situation out. Is it gonna suck? Of course it is, it's slavery. But they don't know he has Magic, so he has an enormous trump card he can use as soon as a good opportunity presents itself or can be created.

He's been told that they don't want to kill him. Jabba wants him to live as long as possible as a slave. So at the very least they will be keeping him in working condition as long as they can. So he's not on a tight time limit. Why the hell would he ignore that just to make a haphazard and bumbling escape attempt on a planet where they can't even breathe the atmosphere?
(This of course ignoring the slicer droid tracking them that should have allowed the C-ROC to attack the bounty hunter's ship before it ever made it to the planet, as the crew would 100% trust the MC's powers to see the pair through a droid-fighter disabling attack run safely.)

Again, how would Racer do this? How would he even know he needs to do this? Deacon specifically told them to not intervene and wait for them to sneak back so that the Hutts wouldn't connect the Chariot to them, and those bounty hunters could have had them off-world within twenty minutes of stunning them for all we know.

You seem to be attributing like hyper-competencr and near omniscience to members of the crew and to Deacon and I cannot understand it.

there's no point in playing along with being a slave when you can solo the entire overseer contingent on your own

He has no armor or gear. Considering his previous performances, do you really think Deacon can take on possibly a hundred armed criminals by himself?

Like you seem to think Deacon is on the level of a Jedi Knight or something. He's not. He's got more offensive options and summons, but physically he's just a dude. He doesn't have any of the more esoteric abilities like combat precognition or physical enhancement that would let him keep up with that level of combat, even in a run-and-gun type scenario.

More than that, he's still mostly got the mentality of a normal dude. He's not military trained, he's picking shit about fighting up as he goes along.
 
A) How would the crew know what even happened? They weren't in constant contact with Deacon and Tatiana, and I doubt these bounty hunters made an official report to the local government that Racer could have picked up on before fucking off to Kessel or wherever this is. It's almost a certainty that as soon as they grabbed the two of them they loaded up their ship and left, looking like just another of the hundreds of vessels leaving that trade planet. You're complaining about something that is at least 70% based on your own speculation.

On what planet in what galaxy was the crew not actively monitoring what was happening to Deacon and Tatnia in the middle of an active emergency that they were alerted by because that monitoring was happening in the first place?

Racer was actively monitoring them. The crew of the C-ROC was on hot standby waiting for the slightest hint of a go signal.

That ain't me speculating. We the audience were expressly shown this was happening.

B) Firstly, you can't cast Oakfield on other people. Secondly, he has no idea what is in this collar or how it functions. Trying to shock it off could very well cause an explosive charge to blow his hear off. Deacon doesn't know nearly enough to risk doing anything but cooperate here. He's an apprentice battlemage, not a fucking diety.

Oakflesh and Lesser Ward were specifically to address the possibility of explosion. Between the two, and the detonative potential of a slave collar, he'd be guaranteed to at least survive the blast in a good enough state to heal himself.

As to not being able to be cast on others: that's a Skyrim mechanic and I seem to recall he was working around it. Even without, he could still help Tatnia by taking other measures once his own collar was addressed. The Bound Armor spell can be cast on himself or others for example.

Does Deacon even know a Knockout spell? I don't recall anything like a Sleep spell being within the repotoir of Elder Scrolls Magic he has access to. What chapter did he talk about learning it? I'm curious, since you're speaking with such authority over what Deacon should be doing in this situation.

He used a sleep spell when their engineer removed the slave chip from their Rebellion "ally". This is another of the examples of his magic not working like it does in Skyrim.

We know this now, after having read the chapter, but at the moment it was happening Deacon has no idea how he's being monitored.
Magicka use can only be detected optically. When there's no visual cues, like with oakflesh, that's a non-issue.


Again, how would Racer do this? How would he even know he needs to do this?

Racer WAS tracking them. Because they were away from the ship, initially. How would he know he needed to, when the entire district's police force was hunting him and unknown bounty hunters were attacking the speeder he was in, and the C-ROC was told not to intervene in these actions so as to not draw heat to the ship?

Gee. I fucking wonder.

Seriously, what did you think went through the crew's minds here? "Oh, Deacon and Tatnia are being actively fired on, I guess we should all turn off our comms and have an orgy"?

What the actual hell man. What the actual hell.
You seem to be attributing like hyper-competencr and near omniscience to members of the crew and to Deacon and I cannot understand it.
Omniscience and hyper-competence? Your definition of these things is surreal.

It's omniscience for a character to be aware of something explicitly shown "on-screen" that they're aware of? It's "hyper-competence" to not stop doing a thing you were already doing to aid people you were shown needing that aid?

Whatever you're smoking, in this economy you should really consider selling it instead.

Rather than me arguing on behalf of hyper-competence, you seem to be demanding hyper-imcompetence for all; turning their back on knowledge they were shown to already have and ignoring clear and present danger they were explicitly informed of for absolutely no reason other than "because".

He has no armor or gear. Considering his previous performances, do you really think Deacon can take on possibly a hundred armed criminals by himself?

Why would he need either when he can Atronach and familiar them to death from cover? Why would he still not have any after taking it off of the corpses of the first few he so ambushed? Also -- he has the bound armor spell, along with Lesser Ward and oakflesh. And his multiple attack spells.

Oh, and his Bound Armor can withstand a couple of hits from a Droidekka.

C'mon, man. This line of argument is well past absurd and deep into Kafkaesque absurdity.
 
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People keep arguing with the author but you can't logic someone out of a position they didn't logic themselves into. The author has decided his story has no internal consistency and his mc is painfully dumb. It is what it is.
 
For me, i think the escalation was just a bit too fast. Under 3 chapters to cover 'oh bounty hunters know where we are' -> welp in mines you go and dig up spice.

At least Deacon if that is who I think it is, should be able arrange something if MC decides not to break out.
 
For me, i think the escalation was just a bit too fast. Under 3 chapters to cover 'oh bounty hunters know where we are' -> welp in mines you go and dig up spice.

At least Deacon if that is who I think it is, should be able arrange something if MC decides not to break out.
Deacon is the MC.

But really the biggest issue, IMHO, is that we've essentially hit full circle with the way the fic started... and despite more than twenty thousand words of progressive buildup of alliances and personal power, the MC is somehow LESS willing to break free of slavery through personal risk than he was when he was functionally utterly impotent and alone.

It's the wholly unexplained complete evaporation of the personal agency he had in the introductory/character-defining moments we first met him as an audience, coupled with the as yet unexplained apparent total abandonment of the crew that has been repeatedly shown to admire and respect him. (Like, seriously: before showing him and Tatnia still in custody I was actually convinced the author was going to have the next chapter be the start of an action arc covering their daring rescue by the C-ROC. That's why I commented that line about selling the bounty hunter's ship. It was simply the obvious next step in the shown chain of events. That it didn't happen is just utterly perplexing. The hunter's ship should never have made it to hyperdrive.)

It's not even about him being a slave now; there's lots of ways that could have been done that would have fit easily into the narrative. Example: have the crew convince him to take some shore leave on a resort planet (because they have the funds, want some of the heat to die down, and he works himself too hard anyway), and then have a bounty hunter slip sleeping gas into his hotel room, followed by him waking up with a slave chip already implanted.

That coupled with a same-chapter perspective of his crew discovering he was missing by finding his communicator stuffed into the back seat of a taxi-speeder? Excellent segue into slave arc, without plot holes the literal size of starships.

But that's not what we got. We got this instead. And that's what's vexing.
 
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On what planet in what galaxy was the crew not actively monitoring what was happening to Deacon and Tatnia in the middle of an active emergency that they were alerted by because that monitoring was happening in the first place?

Of course they're monitoring things as best they can, but that doesn't mean they know exactly where Deacon and Tatiana are at all times and exactly what state they were in. Racer doesn't have like unlimited access to every security system in the city, he was monitoring open communications from the local cops and such. That doesn't mean they're gonna know the instant that someone who isn't with the local cops manages to get Deacon and Tatiana and retreats back to their ship and leave the planet. They don't carry tracking devices like implanted inside them, and any competent bounty hunters would toss their com units once they grabbed them.

On what planet in what galaxy was the crew not actively monitoring what was happening to Deacon and Tatnia in the middle of an active emergency that they were alerted by because that monitoring was happening in the first place?

Racer was actively monitoring them. The crew of the C-ROC was on hot standby waiting for the slightest hint of a go signal.

That ain't me speculating. We the audience were expressly shown this was happening.

See above. They can monitor things as best they can, yes, but their resources to do so are extremely limited if they're staying on the ship-they can track the reports from the cops, but again, Deacon and Tatiana weren't caught by cops. They never got a 'Go Signal' cause Deacon and Tatiana weren't on a live call with them and never got the chance to call for help. You seem to believe that Racer should have been able to track them directly through the entire chase, but that is patently unrealistic, especially since Star Wars seems to be a much less wirelessly interconnected world than Earth, though I could be wrong about that.

Oakflesh and Lesser Ward were specifically to address the possibility of explosion. Between the two, and the detonative potential of a slave collar, he'd be guaranteed to at least survive the blast in a good enough state to heal himself.

As to not being able to be cast on others: that's a Skyrim mechanic and I seem to recall he was working around it. Even without, he could still help Tatnia by taking other measures once his own collar was addressed. The Bound Armor spell can be cast on himself or others for example.

How would Lesser Ward help against an explosive placed around one's neck? It's essentially an energy shield projected from the hand, it would be of no help here. And I would personally not trust the strength of wood to protect me from an explosive charge detonated around my neck. I don't know why you're treating this collar like the presumed explosive payload in it is like a negligible problem when a slave-chip can blow off a whole limb despite having presumably much less explosive in it than a collar would be able to pack.

If he's working on getting Oakflesh able to be cast on others, then that means he hasn't managed to get it to work yet, so he has no spells available to protect Tatiana from her collar detonating, and the one he has to protect him is almost certainly not gonna be up to the task.

Regarding Bound Armor, I'm not sure if that would be helpful in this regard, since I can't remember if the chestpiece comes with neck protection and if that neck protection would place itself between the collar and Deacon or over it.

He used a sleep spell when their engineer removed the slave chip from their Rebellion "ally". This is another of the examples of his magic not working like it does in Skyrim.

I thought he cast Calm on the Zabrak dude? Can you quote the exact lines?

Magicka use can only be detected optically. When there's no visual cues, like with oakflesh, that's a non-issue.

...okay, but all of his spells have components visible to the naked eye. So if someone is watching on a camera somewhere else, and he fucks with the driver, then they could either knock him out or kill both of them, remotely. Everything you argue hinges on him being able to get the collars off before someone can use it against him, and Deacon doesn't know enough about the situation he's in to make taking that gamble worth it at this stage when cooperation means that they, for sure, don't die, and resistance has an unknown chance of causing them to die.

Racer WAS tracking them. Because they were away from the ship, initially. How would he know he needed to, when the entire district's police force was hunting him and unknown bounty hunters were attacking the speeder he was in, and the C-ROC was told not to intervene in these actions so as to not draw heat to the ship?

Gee. I fucking wonder.

Seriously, what did you think went through the crew's minds here? "Oh, Deacon and Tatnia are being actively fired on, I guess we should all turn off our comms and have an orgy"?

What the actual hell man. What the actual hell.

He wasn't tracking them, he was monitoring the situation via unprotected or nearly so police broadcasts, yknow, the type pretty much anyone can listen in on? We've established Racer just does that on any planet they're operating on, which is how they got an early warning.

The crew, again, wouldn't have any more information on what was happening than what Deacon or Tatiana could tell them over coms and they can hear over the police broadband, cause (unless the author says otherwise), Racer wasn't hacking into security feeds throughout the city to keep literal visual contact on them.

So when the two of them lose the cops and get drawn into a trap inside a building, the rest of the crew is completely in the dark as to what was happening. It could take them up to an hour to break radio silence and call the two of them on coms after the police lose track of them, cause I presume they assume that the pair are laying low and trying to sneak back to the ship.

Omniscience and hyper-competence? Your definition of these things is surreal.

It's omniscience for a character to be aware of something explicitly shown "on-screen" that they're aware of? It's "hyper-competence" to not stop doing a thing you were already doing to aid people you were shown needing that aid?

Whatever you're smoking, in this economy you should really consider selling it instead.

Rather than me arguing on behalf of hyper-competence, you seem to be demanding hyper-imcompetence for all; turning their back on knowledge they were shown to already have and ignoring clear and present danger they were explicitly informed of for absolutely no reason other than "because".

I say you seem to be assuming hyper-competence on the part of at least Racer, cause that's what he would need to live-hack his way through public and private security networks to keep a visual eye on Deacon and Tatiana as they were fleeing from the cops. Sure he may have been tracking their coms, but again, any competent bounty hunter would ditch the coms the instant they secured their bounty, especially if you know they have at least one other associate. If the coms stop moving, then there isn't any immediate reason to assume 'bad,' cause maybe they just found somewhere to hide?

You seem to assume that the Crew should just know that Deacon and Tatiana got jumped by the bounty hunters when there's no shown reason for them to be aware, and you assume Deacon should know that he can get a favorable outcome in the back of that speeder if he goes loud with his magic when there is no reason for him to assume that. He does know that not resisting will not result in his or Tatiana's death, and give infinitely more time to scope out the situation and make an actual informed plan. What is so unreasonable about making that decision?

And what knowledge are you saying I am 'turning my back on them' already knowing? Please, give me an example. I'm arguing that the team on the ship do not have the ability to know what they would need to know in order to intercept the bounty hunters before they get off-world and into hyperspace. That is all.

Why would he need either when he can Atronach and familiar them to death from cover? Why would he still not have any after taking it off of the corpses of the first few he so ambushed? Also -- he has the bound armor spell, along with Lesser Ward and oakflesh. And his multiple attack spells.

Oh, and his Bound Armor can withstand a couple of hits from a Droidekka.

C'mon, man. This line of argument is well past absurd and deep into Kafkaesque absurdity.

Magica isn't an infinite resource-well, no, that's wrong. It is, but Deacon's pool of it at any one time isn't. If he has to rely entirely on his Magic to fight while also protecting Tatiana for however long, that's going to tax him a lot. Without his gear, every aspect of his combat-defense, offense, support-is running off of one limited (if regenerating) pool of resources. If he takes enough hits that his Bound Armor fails? He's fucked. If he spends all his Magika on wards and armor to protect himself in a given moment, he's effectively unarmed beyond close range until he gets enough back for a Bolt/Spike spell.

He also doesn't know what sort of kit these people have-they could have old CIS droids or vehicles, rocket launchers, HMG equivalents, military-grade shit. That's all on the table for Hutt-backed criminals like this, especially somewhere as valuable as a Spice Mine.

Do you really think, if he just spammed Flame Atronauch, that the Slavers wouldn't find ways to adapt? The thing can only be in one place at once, and as far as I am aware he's still limited to one summon at a time. So while he's spamming it from behind cover, three other dudes can flank him and gank him. If he gets pinned down in a prolonged engagement with 100 slavers, 9 times out of ten, he isn't going to win at his current power level. A running fight where he can hit and fade, sure he could probably win that, but not a straight fight, and going all up guns blazing would result in a more-or-less straight fight.

Jumping directly into a fight with these slavers is not a good idea.
 
But really the biggest issue, IMHO, is that we've essentially hit full circle with the way the fic started... and despite more than twenty thousand words of progressive buildup of alliances and personal power, the MC is somehow LESS willing to break free of slavery through personal risk than he was when he was functionally utterly impotent and alone.

It's the wholly unexplained complete evaporation of the personal agency he had in the introductory/character-defining moments we first met him as an audience, coupled with the as yet unexplained apparent total abandonment of the crew that has been repeatedly shown to admire and respect him.

You wanna know the critical difference?

Back at the start of the story, Deacon didn't have a control collar on.

That's it. I don't know why the significance of this difference seems to escape you.

There was no way for the slavers to remotely kill or incapacitate him. That's why he chose to take that risk. Plus, they weren't on a dead planet with a caustic atmosphere with no protectivr equipment or sense of where to go after busting out. They were on an Ecumopolis, one of the easiest places in all of fiction to hide in as an individual or small group.

Also, he didn't have a close friend also wearing an explosive control collar that he cares for greatly and doesn't want to get killed. He was with a bunch of other strangers who had nothing to lose and noone to come for them. This is also now not the case. Presumably, the rest of the crew have been able to figure out what happened and are trying to figure out how to track Deacon and Tatiana down to rescue them. That's just going to take, yknow, time.

The crew didn't abandon him, they did exactly what he told them to do. It's just poor luck (and authorial decisions, obviously) that they got captured in a manner that the crew weren't able to be aware of, and so they lost them and will now be working to get them back.
 
Of course they're monitoring things as best they can, but that doesn't mean they know exactly where Deacon and Tatiana are at all times and exactly what state they were in.

It absolutely means that. Racer has access to the crew's comms, and was providing overwatch. Remember: Racer gave the alert that the cops were centering on their position. Meaning that they knew Tatnia and Deacon's positions.

You expect us to believe that they just started actively deleting that data from Racer and the ship's logs the moment they began needing it in order to stage an intervention should it become necessary?

Because that's crazy talk. Straight up cray-cray.


I say you seem to be assuming hyper-competence on the part of at least Racer, cause that's what he would need to live-hack his way through public and private security networks to keep a visual eye on Deacon and Tatiana as they were fleeing from the cops

Audio-feed from the comms. Locator signal from the comms. Failure to check in after a public traffic net alert of a crash in the crew's known flight path.

None of this even requires slicing to obtain. Not one iota.

Hyper-competence my ass: this is basic "man-in-chair" assistance.

I thought he cast Calm on the Zabrak dude? Can you quote the exact lines

Chapter 12 said:
The still handcuffed man jumped up from his seat, going straight for the blaster rifles. Before he could even get halfway, I shouted the knockout passphrase, "Slumber." He collapsed, landing on the angled part of the back wall, just under the blaster rifles. I winced as he hit the floor roughly, thankful that he didn't crack his head open. I let out a sigh and made my way over, laying him down on the floor in a more comfortable position before sitting back down.


He also doesn't know what sort of kit these people have-they could have old CIS droids or vehicles, rocket launchers, HMG equivalents, military-grade shit. That's all on the table for Hutt-backed criminals like this, especially somewhere as valuable as a Spice Mine.

His Bound Armor and Lesser Ward tanked heavy droid fire. These are slavers, not a standing militia. They'd be armed against a slave uprising, not prepared for the equivalent of a Sith Commando.

They might have orbital patrols to defend the world, but they certainly wouldn't have anything on the ground.

Jumping directly into a fight with these slavers is not a good idea.

It's infinitely wiser than the fight he started when he Sparked his first collar. He's better armed, has actual combat experience, knows what kind of general capabilities to expect, and had made worse decisions before.





You seem to assume that the Crew should just know that Deacon and Tatiana got jumped by the bounty hunters when there's no shown reason for them to be aware, and you assume Deacon should know that he can get a favorable outcome in the back of that speeder if he goes loud with his magic when there is no reason for him to assume that
The crew should know because they had active overwatch going on.

And Deacon knowing of a favorable outcome is simple enough: he had functioning eyes when approaching the speeder and was left alone with Tatnia inside of it long enough to cast a very visible heal-over-time spell without consequence.

That's plenty to begin for example armoring up and taking his chances.

Which is a vastly lower risk than what he took when first Sparking his original collar.

Back at the start of the story, Deacon didn't have a control collar on.

He absolutely did have. He fried it with his Spark spell. What story are you even reading?

Am I being trolled here or something? This is weird.
 
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It absolutely means that. Racer has access to the crew's comms. Remember: Racer gave the alert that the cops were centering on their position. Meaning that they knew Tatnia and Deacon's positions.

You expect us to believe that they just started actively deleting that data from Racer and the ship's logs the moment they began needing it in order to stage an intervention should it become necessary?

Because that's crazy talk. Straight up cray-cray.

Okay, I see where the discrepancy is. You're assuming that Racer was actively listening in on their coms. I am not, cause they hung up the call with the ship and as far as I know you can't passively listen in on a deactivated com unit in SW without like spy-tampering being done to it. I don't think anything either of us says will convince the other as long as that's the difference in view.

Audio-feed from the comms. Locator signal from the comms. Failure to check in after a public traffic net alert of a crash in the crew's known flight path.

None of this even requires slicing to obtain. Not one iota.

Hyper-competence my ass: this is basic "man-in-chair" assistance.

I just don't think we're gonna agree on this dude. I agree with the locator signal, but again, it stopping moving isn't an immediate red flag, I don't think they had an audio feed from the coms, and even if they started moving as soon as they heard about the crash, I don't think the team would have gotten to the two of them in time to intercept the Hunters, especially since they presumably would have been tracking their coms and the Hunters would have dumped or broken them as soon as they stunned them.

These are slavers, not a standing militia.

They are, actually. The Hutts fight with each other over resources and territory all the time through deniable assets, so these dudes should expect at the very least to have to occasionally deal with threats from rival Djjereks, assuming this place is even directly controlled by a Djjerek and not just the nearest Spice Mine Jabba decided to send/sell them to. Them having at least moderate defenses seems perfectly reasonable to me.

The crew should know because they had active overwatch going on.

And Deacon knowing of a favorable outcome is simple enough: he had functioning eyes when approaching the speeder and was left alone with Tatnia inside of it long enough to cast a very visible heal-over-time spell without consequence.

That's plenty to begin for example armoring up and taking his chances.

Which is a vastly lower risk than what he took when first Sparking his original collar.

It's infinitely wiser than the fight he started when he Sparked his first collar. He's better armed, has actual combat experience, knows what kind of general capabilities to expect, and had made worse decisions before.

He absolutely did have. He fried it with his Spark spell.

I curled my hands around at a painfully tight angle and unleashed the spell. Sparks of electricity fired across the short gap between my palms and the binder cuffs, sparking off and frying the internal electronics

He did not. He had Binder Cuffs on, not a control collar. We've seen a handful of examples of them being capable of non-lethaly shocking people, but they aren't nearly as dangerous as a control collar, and it's unlikely that those slavers splurged on such fancy binders for what was presumably a bunch of noones.

On that note, something I just thought of, they also aren't going to underestimate Deacon nearly as much as they did at first, cause they know what he got up to on March Shada, so they're gonna be more cautious.
 
Slave arcs, especially after the very beginning of a story, are pretty much almost always annoying and almost never are liked by most of the audience.

I don't know why authors try and do slave arcs as often as they do. Just like making the MC a neo-nazi as a character flaw, it is just a bad idea in general for multiple reasons.

Where is the entertainment and what's the point of reading about a character that has little to no agency? This is the same thing that makes characters like Contessa story killers if they aren't totally ignored by an author, and why pretty much all CYOA worm fics pick Blind.

I have only read 1 story where a slave arc did anything other than lower my enjoyment of a story. And even in that story it was barely tolerable and is still the worst aspect of the story.

As for this events leading up to the new enslavement of the MC, like others I definitely think that the actual maneuvering of events leading up to his capture could have definitely been done in a much better/more believable way.

Mostly I just think this is down to a lack of thorough thinking/planning about what should happen and how to make it fit and make sense in the story. Maybe the author is rushing through this arc because he doesn't enjoy writing it, to move past it as fast as possible, or for some other reason?

My displeasure with the recent change in direction being aired, I am still gonna keep following the story because I will look forward to whatever comes after this slave arc.
 
@the author: Try not to take the criticisms too personally. Anytime people start complaining about where you've taken a fic, that is a good thing. First, because it means you wrote well enough for them to care up to that point. Second, use it as a chance to improve. I believe you thought you laid out a clear logical progression for this (accidentally pissed off jabba -> get captured -> become a slave). The audience clearly disagrees however, or at least is wondering why the MC ISN"T doing something. This means that you should have probably broken the chapter up a bit more, and taken some time to explain things more clearly. About the only time deliberate vagueness is acceptable would be in a mystery genre, and a skryim/star wars crossover does not fit that archetype.

That said, slavery is a sensitive topic for all sorts of reasons. It has been around at least since ancient egypt and has caused a fair amount of turmoil. There are specific examples, but in an effort to keep the thread on track I shall avoid listing them. The point is to tread carefully with sensitive topics. SV states that it is not a hugbox but realize people are more sensitive to some issues than others.
 
Honest question, after reading all the arguments back and forth on competence and whatnot. Have any of you played D&D? Cause this is exactly what happens. The party is getting comfortable in their role, then the DM/Author throws something at the party that's been built up from previous actions that they had no way of foreseeing, and the quickness of the event causes the character to forget what they can do. We do it when it's us taking our time with everything we can do written down right in front of us, so imagine being the character, adrenaline pulling, panic driven attempting to escape, then being out maneuvered and trapped without your supplies in a hostile environment. It's why I tend to have characters with a couple go to spells that I know inside and out rather than attempting to have a reaction to every possible problem. There will be some way to get out since most of the party is free and able, but there will be some learning for the MC and crew.
 
Have any of you played D&D?

I still remember the time I made the guy playing the party thief ragequit because my wizard was the only one who had informed the DM that I was concealing any weapons on my person.

It's why I tend to have characters with a couple go to spells that I know inside and out rather than attempting to have a reaction to every possible problem.

Martial artists and vets have preferred weapons and techniques for a reason, yup. Decision Paralysis (also called Analysis Paralysis) is a well-known phenomenon. But that's got little to do with this scenario, as this is a familiar event with familiar methods that the MC has been actively building a repertoire of conduct around -- which is how you combat said paralysis.

The complaints aren't about the MC making poor choices, but about him making effectively no choices at all -- and the same applying to the rest of the "main cast" -- in all contravention of established character motivations and behaviors. It's less a subversion of expectation and more a betrayal of it. Not enough of one to make the story unreadable or anything silly like that -- but it is annoying and getting moreso as it persists.
 
Chapter 44
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The process of mining out the spice veins was simple but grueling. According to Azyter, the Togruta working on the same platform, this was the process's first step. We would mine into the stone, following the lines of mediari until they ran out. When a layer is clear, they come in with large machines and carve forward, pushing deeper into the spice vein. We would have to load up the crushed rock, as well as any carvings we pull free now. He gestured down to the piles of rock already forming at the bottom of the cave underneath us. We had managed to arrive just after the last major carving, meaning we had a few days of easier work ahead of us.

With a look and a nod, Tatnia and I both agreed that, for now, it was better to play along. The stunning effect, pain inducer, and whatever other surprises these collars had were too big of a problem to attack half-cocked. I wasn't about to try and shock them off me without knowing if they had a bomb in them. The foreman had intimated that leaving the field would kill us, but I needed to confirm how before we did anything risky.

With only a few grumbles of sworn revenge, I started carving into the rock, softening and breaking it up with the resonance grinder, before passing it to Tatnia, who started doing the same. While she worked, I pulled out my hammer and chisel and started to slowly pull out chunks of stone, stopping when I spotted a hunk of dark maroon material. I gingerly reached for it, not wanting to break it if it turned out to be fragile. I managed to get it out, hefting the dense chunk of stone about the size of a deck of cards. After a few seconds of examining it, I put it into my satchel and started hunting for the next piece.

After the first hour passed, and after weighing and dumping our satchels into one of the large mine carts full, I started to notice that my fingers were stinging, slowly becoming too much to ignorable. Seeing me study them, Azyter once again chimed in.

"It's the spice," He explained, looking back to his work, never really stopping. "Its powder is caustic when it mixes with your sweat."

"How badly?" I asked, resisting the urge to wipe my hand off my clothes.

"It's slow, but you'll have blisters tonight," He answered, pulling out a sizable chunk of mediari stone and putting it into his satchel without really even looking at it. "They spray us down with a neutralizing agent when our shift is over."

"Right. Thanks." I responded, shaking my head in frustration, noticing that Tatnia was suffering just as much as I was.

The forced labor continued for another two hours before a guard came into the active mining area, pushing a hovercraft laden with a large liquid-filled tank. One by one, the foreman called us down to the hover cart, where a guard would use a hose to spray water into our mouths. The water had something in it, giving it a light blue tinge that made me very nervous, but I focused on the fact that they wouldn't kill off their workforce while there was still work to be done. I drank my fill, lifting up my mask, which after several hours of hauling, carving, and digging was a lot, before heading back up to the platform.

"That's not just water," I asked Azyter once he returned. "Any idea what it is?"

"Naturalizer." He answered. "It's impossible to keep the mediari from spreading, so the neutralizer keeps it from burning your insides."

My eyes went wide at that statement, and I shivered. Tatnia was next to get a drink, and she returned quickly, and we got back to work.

Eventually, after another four or five hours, they called us down for another drink, this time by the entrance into the mine, our shift apparently over. Tatnia and I stuck close together, both of us dragging the same cart full of mediari stone behind us as we were led back out of the mine, armed guards keeping a close eye on us, most of them thumbing familiar control units. Our carts were dropped off by the flattened loading area, and we were led up the long, slowly circling staircase to the top of the mine.

Once at the top, our masks were gathered, and we were herded into a massive cleaning room, where we were sprayed from head to toe with a blue foamy neutralizing agent. Once we had been thoroughly neutralized, we were forced into another room, where we were sprayed down with blue-tinted water, washing the foam away and down the drain.

I was hoping we would at least get a big fan to dry off in front of, but instead, they simply led us to our "barracks," soaking wet and miserable. As we stepped into what was essentially our prison away from the mine, a guard handed out a thick bar sealed inside some sort of plastic. It took me a bit to realize it was supposed to be food. Once we were inside, they locked the doors behind us, leaving us to our own devices.

"So do we order room service or…" I said, Tatnia giving me a look that told me to shut the hell up. "Right, sorry. Need to keep the sass to a minimum."

"... At least where they can hear," She said, looking around. "I don't want to go through that again unless it's really necessary."

"Yeah, I won't do that again," I assured her, doing my best to study our new temporary home.

The "barracks" were simple, a singular, large open room with a few tables in the center and three floors of cells around the central space. Everything was either metal or duracrete, a pattern that continued into the individual rooms. I peeked around a corner to see a room with four bunks, two on each side, with the far wall just a solid blank wall. All four of the beds had people in them, one of them giving me a nasty look as I peered inside. I stepped away to avoid pissing anyone, turning back to find most people already heading towards their rooms.

"They've pretty much already given up… haven't they?" I asked in a low tone, Tatnia nodding.

"Not a whole lot of options for people without your skills," She said. "Not sure I would be able to hold out hope without them, not even if I knew the rest of the crew was looking for us…. They are looking for us, right?"

"Nal and Miru wouldn't just call us a loss like that," I responded confidently, stepping forward to try and find a room for us. "I don't know the chances of them actually being able to find us… but it's not zero."

"Yeah…" She said, at least partially reassured. "Soo… what's the plan?"

"The plan… is we wait," I said, looking into the next room only to find it also full.

Azyter, one of its occupants, shrugged when he noticed us looking in.

"That's it? Boss…"

"Tatnia, relax. We know nothing about this place, how these collars work, the shifts, the guards," I explained, cursing under my breath as I realized the first floor was likely full, turning and heading for the stairs. "Are we being recorded? Are there people listening in…"

Tatnia's eyes went a little wide as she looked around, spotting the same security cameras I had earlier. She cursed under her breath as well, following me up the stairs to the second floor. A quick walk around the rooms' second story showed that they two were taken or had one space free. Clearly, there had been people already here when we arrived, though it took me a while to notice.

When we got to the third floor, half of the rooms were sealed shut, and all the rest were mostly filled. We finally found a room that was empty, the absolute furthest point from the entrance to the "barracks." I claimed one of the bunks, sitting down on the edge and studying the ration the guard had handed us.

"So… the first step is finding out if they are listening in on us?" Tatnia asked softly as she sat next to me. "Or watching."

"Mhmm," I said. "We can ask around tomorrow. Until then… Don't panic, and keep our eyes open."

"And if they are listening right now?"

"Then we are probably up for a beating or another round with that pain inducer," I responded with a wince. "Sorry."

"It's not your fault," She assured me, cracking open her rations and quickly eating whatever nutrient and protein-rich block was sealed inside. I idly noticed mine tasted like slightly off beef but felt a very dense cake in my mouth. It wasn't quite too revolting to eat, but it was very much straddling that line.

We both ate quickly, barely tasting the awful rations. It had been way too long since we ate, and we were both feeling the effects. When we were done, Tatnia stood and stretched before crawling into the bunk across from me. I rolled back onto my bed, closing my eyes and trying to get some sleep.

After the long day we had, it wasn't surprising that it only took a few minutes for us to pass out.

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I was up, standing, tense, and ready for a fight before I was even fully awake. My heart was racing, and while my mind was struggling to catch up, my fight or flight was screaming at me. What my brain did comprehend was the guttural snarl that woke me, sounding like an angry, lashing-out wolf.

When my bleary eyes cleared, I saw a canine-like alien, a female Shistavanen, standing in the room. Surprisingly, she was facing away from us, standing over a grubby-looking human man.

"Alright! I'm sorry, I'm leaving!" He said, sliding further out of the room, looking up at the wolven-like woman in fear.

I looked over at Tatnia, who seemed to be equally as shocked but not nearly as confused. Instead, she looked angry.

"Tatnia?" I asked wordlessly.

"He was sneaking into the room," She said, barely controlling her anger, disgust, and not a small amount of fear hidden below it. "...coming towards my bed when she came in."

"Oh fuck that," I said, following the Shistavanen out of the room.

She had stopped right outside the door, the creep starting to pull himself up with the railing, obviously feeling a bit more confident since she hadn't attacked him yet. I completely ignored what he was saying and wound up punching him directly in the forehead. He cursed and fell back to the ground, holding his head, only to shout when I grabbed his orange jumpsuit, dragging him back to his feet.

"You fucking degenerate piece of shit," I shouted, getting right up in his face. "What the fuck do you think you're doing? Did you think the fresh meat would be an easy target? Tell me why I shouldn't knock out every single last tooth you have and make you eat them?"

"Y-you can't!" He said, eyes wide, trying desperately to pull free of my grip. "The guards-"

"You don't need teeth to mine spice!" I pointed out, shoving him back against the railing, his top half leaning slightly over the edge. "Try again!"

"I-I-I have friends! They will-"

"I don't care if you are butt buddies with the fucking EMPEROR!" I screamed, my voice echoing through the prison, people looking up to see what was happening. "If I catch you sniffing around my crew again, trying to get your rocks off, I will ship your ass to him in a five-gallon bucket!"

I dragged him off the railing and threw him down the walkway, the near sobbing man falling, stumbling before finally half crawling, half running away. I follow behind him, kicking his ass, causing him to fall on his face a few more times. Eventually, when we got close to the stairs, I stopped and watched him flee, casting an angry look around me at our audience, resisting the urge to do anything more long-lasting. Counter to what I said, I was pretty sure the guards would lay into me if I started to brutalize him.

After a long moment, I turned around to go back inside the cell, walking by the Shistavanen female again. When I step inside, Tatnia is sitting up on the edge of her bed, clearly having been listening to me.

"Good job," She said with a nod. "Showing everyone else that we aren't to be messed with."

I stopped and looked at her, her words taking a minute to work through the anger. I snorted when I finally realized what she meant.

"Yeah, sure, let's go with that," I responded. "Definitely what I was doing."

"You…" She said, trailing off before looking down. "... Thanks, Boss."

"It's my job," I responded, sitting down beside her. "You okay?"

"Yeah, this isn't the first close call, I grew up on the streets, remember?" She said, wincing slightly. "Saying it out loud makes me realize that's not actually reassuring…But I am okay."

I patted her shoulder and gave it a squeeze before standing and turning to the Shistavanen, a hand outstretched.

"Thank you. I assume you were walking by and noticed it happening?"

"I…did," She said, looking down at my hand for a moment like she was surprised to see it before reaching out to shake it. "This is my room."

The hair-covered humanoid was clearly much bigger than me, but her natural posture, slightly crouched and hunched, meant the top of her head was only an inch, maybe two, above mine. Her voice was deep, deeper than you would expect from a woman, but it had a warm, rumbling quality that sounded oddly soothing, at least to my ears. She had a thick, light brown, almost blonde coat with faint brown highlights running around her arms and up the side of her head.

"Sorry, it was empty when we got back," I explained, scratching the back of my head. "It's also one of the only rooms with two empty beds… Unless you already have roommates?"

"No… no other prisoners wanted to stay," She admitted, hesitating for a long moment before finally. "My kind is not often trusted due to our isolationist nature."

"Well… if you don't mind the company…"

"...I do not have an issue with roommates," She admitted with a nod. "The vehement defense of your ally speaks to your character."

"The Boss is a good person," Tatnia explained. "Sometimes too good. That's what me and the crew are for."

"Crew?" The Shistavanen. "Do you have more allies here?"

"No, the rest of our team wasn't picked up when we got captured," I explained, giving Tatnia the stink eye for her last comment.

"Captured?" She asked, continuing when I nodded. "Then you are like me. A slave, nor a prisoner."

"There is a difference?" Tatnia asked, slightly confused.

"This is a prison for criminals, not a slave pit," She explained. "We are simply the exception, most likely due to bribery, in which direction I cannot say."

"That explains the trash sneaking in here," I said, shaking my head. "God, I'm glad Miru isn't here."

"She has been through worse," Tatnia said with a frown.

"That doesn't make it better, she might be seventeen-"

"Sixteen," Tatnia corrected. "She was afraid you wouldn't take her seriously."

"Really? Dammit, we really-"

"Are we getting off-topic?" The Shistavanen asked, looking between Tatnia and myself.

"Yeah, sorry, we are," I said with a smirk. "My name is Deacon, this is Tatnia. The circumstances aren't the best, but it's nice to meet you…?"

"Vaz Stross," She answered with a simple nod.

"It's nice to meet you, Vaz," I repeated with a smile. "Would you mind answering some questions about how things work around here?"

"...I suppose, but not for too long." She said after a moment of thought. "I must sleep before I return to work."
 
Chapter 45
Tatnia and I spent a few minutes asking Vaz questions, which she answered as best she could. She was patient with us for a while but eventually had enough, climbing onto the bunk above Tatnia and almost instantly falling asleep.

During our talk, our first and probably most important questions revolved around how closely we were being watched. According to Vaz, while the guards were constantly on the lookout while we were "on the clock," the four cameras along the ceiling of the prison were the only places we were being monitored from while back at the "barracks."

"I have never heard of the guards knowing something not seen by their own eyes or by those recorders," She explained. "If they are listening to us as well, through hidden microphones, they have allowed several damaging incidents to occur to keep it a secret. If that were true, then what would be the point of listening in the first place?"

We talked a bit more about the cameras and what kind of incidents she was talking about before Tatnia brought up our collars, specifically if the smaller, individual control units could deactivate a collar and if she knew what else the collars contained.

"The units the guards carry with them?" She had asked before shaking her head. "I do not know. I know they can put one or many to sleep or induce pain to the same degree. I have once seen a collar execution."

"How did that work?"

"There is an explosive charge, enough to decapitate, inside the collar," She explained with a shrug. "I have only seen it once, nor have I heard many tales of it used otherwise. The threat is often enough."

I managed to keep myself from cursing, but only barely. Having explosives in the collar was one of the worst situations possible, as I couldn't risk a sparks spell, not when an overload might set them off. With my worst fears confirmed, Tatnia steered the conversation away from the collars, eventually talking about shifts. The lupine humanoid revealed she normally worked with our group, but the guards sometimes pulled her off to hunt for vermin around the facility.

"It would not be the first time my species has been reduced to vermin killers," She admitted with a shrug. "It is better than being stuck in the mines, even if I am only hunting small, weak prey."

Not long after, Vaz finally decided that she had explained enough, stopping Tatnia's next question with a raised hand and a shake of her head.

"I must sleep if I am to keep up with my quota tomorrow," She explained, turning to climb to the top bunk, stopping and turning back to us. "I am aware in which direction you ask your questions. Be warned, you will be punished if your plans are discovered. You risk death if you enact your plans and they fail."

"We know. The guards don't exactly look forgiving," I responded, shrugging. "We will try not to get you involved. Unless you want to be, of course?"

She looked at me for a long moment, her green, gold-flecked eyes locking on to mine, studying me. Eventually, she rolled her shoulders, a dismissal of my offer, but I got the feeling it wasn't a complete one. She climbed into the top bunk without another word, laying down on the thin foam mattress, facing away from us and towards the wall. After a moment, it was clear she was asleep, or at least pretending well enough that I couldn't tell. After a few moments, I looked at Tatnia and gestured out the door with a nod, my crewmate following without a word.

"Better than I feared," I said as softly as possible once we were outside, not facing the cameras. "But not nearly as good as I had hoped."

"Not sure we could have gotten much better," Tatnia said, shaking her head and leaning on the railing across from the cell door. "Having a free run of the cell will make some things easier."

"Yes, but it's only the beginning," I said, shaking my head. "There are a lot of things we need to know before we can start planning."

"Seems like whether the guard's control units can deactivate a collar would be the most important one."

"My assumption is no," I guessed, idly looking down at the bottom floor of the prison, where a few people were sitting around. "It would be a huge risk for no real reason save a minor convenience."

"The unit that the foreman used seemed different," Tatnia said after a moment. "It was bigger. Had more buttons too."

"That feels slightly more likely," I admitted, though I was still frowning. "But it still seems like a big risk for them. Why have the device to free your prisoners somewhere a riot could access them?"

"Someone has to control them, so there has to be a way to turn them off somewhere," She pointed out before looking down. "How's your hand?"

"Pretty sure I cracked something," I responded, wincing as I opened and closed my fist. "Who knew punching someone in the forehead was such a dumb choice."

"Most people who throw punches do," She responded with a snort.

"Yeah… It will be fine, I'll heal it when I'm in bed."

We were silent for a while, looking around the large room before I stood back and yawned deeply.

"We need to get some sleep," I said, shaking my head. "We spend the next day trying to think of something while we work, and tomorrow we start brainstorming."

"Do…Do we trust Vaz?" She asked. "I know she stopped that creep, but…."

"I get a good vibe from her," I said with a shrug, ignoring Tatnia's eye roll. "Let's give her the benefit of the doubt for now but not give everything away just yet. Trust but verify."

Tatnia nodded, both of us heading back into the room, crawling right back into bed. I rolled to face the wall, lifting up the foam mattress and shoving my hand under it. I chain cast fast heal, the glow barely visible against the wall as the healing energy sank back into my hand, fixing whatever damage I managed to do to it.

When I was done, I rolled over and tried to get comfortable, closing my eyes. Sleep didn't come nearly as quickly as before, but eventually, I managed to fade into a dreamless rest.

The following morning, if it was morning since there was no way for us to tell, we were awoken by a harsh, almost painful buzzing from our collars. Vaz almost seemed to anticipate it, already jumping down from the top bunk and leaving through the door. She seemed to remember we were there as she while leaving. She paused to look back at us as Tatnia, and I climbed out of bed, wincing and visibly straining against the headache-inducing vibrations.

"It is our alarm," She explained. "It will not stop until we have prepared to leave the prison barracks."

We quickly followed behind the Shistavanen, struggling to focus through the "alarm." As we walked down the staircases, I could see that there was already a line forming by the entrance, other prisoners from the same group we had worked with before. Not long after we arrived, the intense vibration stopped, and we were handed our morning ration. Judging by how everyone immediately started opening them and eating their contents, we were on some sort of time limit. Sure enough, after a few minutes, the guards started to herd us out of the prison. They followed us, covering us from all sides, armed both with weapons and control units.

We were herded back down into the mine, walking down the spiral stairway. As we slowly made our way down, I couldn't help but remember how much climbing back up them would suck after our shift. I kept an eye open and on our guard, absorbing as much information about their tactics, temperaments, and reactions as possible.

Before long, we had returned to the still active portion of the mine. This time we followed Vaz, all three of us working on the same platform.

"What happened to not getting me involved?" She asked as she picked up the resonance grinder.

"Would you prefer we go elsewhere?" I asked seriously. "We could leave...."

"...No." She said after a moment of consideration. "The company is nice, I am usually alone on my platform."

I nodded and waited for her to finish using the sci-fi mining tool, taking it from her when she was done and quickly getting to work, not wanting to draw more attention. Almost as important as information gathering was staying under the radar, something that I hadn't been doing well so far but would hopefully get easier now that we had "settled in."

I passed the tool to Tatnia when I was done with it and got to work, hammering out stubborn chunks of stone, separating out the pieces of mediari, and storing them in my pouch. Work was constant and painful, the maroon material slowly burning my fingers, turning them red and causing small blisters to form. I could see Tatnia was suffering as well, and I had to fight the urge to reach out and heal her. Not only would the light of the spell be blatantly obvious to everyone around us, but we would also stand out like a sore thumb if we didn't have any sign of handling the caustic spice component. Healing my hand from punching that creepy fuck was the last bit of healing I could probably do for a while.

At first, Tatnia and I chatted to pass the time, making the early hours pass by quicker. By the time we emptied our pouches several times and got our first drink break, we were already too tired to talk. The temptation to cast respite was even greater than the urge to heal Tatnia or myself. Despite the encroaching exhaustion, we kept chipping away at the wall. Somehow Tatnia and I managed to just barely keep up with Vaz, the clearly physically stronger and fitter Shistavanen easily handling the hard work. All throughout the day, we did our bests to watch our guards, as well as the foreman, trying to spot anything that might be useful.

By the end of the day, after nearly twelve hours of difficult and painful work, Tatnia and I were leaning on each other heavily for support, our bodies not accustomed to the harsh conditions. Even our face shield and filtration masks made things more difficult, the old, worn-down equipment much more difficult to breathe through than it must have been when they were new. The fact that they weren't new and that countless people had used them before us was a fact I had to continually repress.

The after-work process was identical to the previous days, an escorted climb to the surface, a foam shower, and then a rinse. Vaz looked miserable walking out of the rinsing room, and I managed to keep from laughing. She looked like a dog coming out of a bath and reminded me of a family pet from when I was much younger.

When we made it back to our room, rations in hand, I stealthily cast respite on myself, then Tatnia, who looked like she was about to hug me when the stamina and energy-restoring spell settled into her body.

"That… I think that might be addicting," She said, sitting straighter and looking much more alert. "I feel like I don't need to sleep."

"That will fade, like drinking a cup of caf," I explained. "We still need to sleep, or we will crash."

When Vaz joined us, she sat down on the floor, leaning against the wall opposite the entrance, clearly not wanting to climb into bed soaking wet. She silently ate her ration, finishing it quickly. Tatnia and I talked for a while, quietly discussing what we had noticed throughout the day.

"They know what they are doing," Tatnia begrudgingly admitted when I brought up the guards. "They made the usual mistakes people make for these types of jobs, but they clearly learned to work around them."

"They are experienced," Vaz explained. "The mine is profitable, they can afford to pay them well and to hire guards who know what they are doing."

"I would be a lot more impressed if they weren't supervising slave labor," I said, shaking my head. "Assuming they know. Did you get a closer look at the foreman's and control unit?"

As we were preparing to leave for the day, grabbing and starting to pull the mine carts full of mediari, I spotted Tatnia trying her best to get closer to the foreman's table without seeming suspicious. I tried to cause a bit of a distraction, but I was only partially successful, a nearby guard shutting me down with a threat almost immediately.

"Not close enough to really see much," She responded. "It's definitely different, but I have no idea if that includes an off switch."

"...I still can't see them having an off switch so close to us," I commented with a frown.

"It would be best to assume competency," Vaz responded.

"I agree," I responded. "Let's assume they aren't dumb enough to actually leave something like that around. Besides, starting an escape down in the mine… Seems like a good way to get shot climbing out."

"How are you planning to fight the guards, even if you manage to free yourselves?" Vaz asked, standing up from her spot on the floor. "Are you capable of fighting armed guards with your fists?"

"We… can handle them," I assured her.

She looked at me for another long moment before shaking her head.

"I do not know why I believe you, but I do," She responded, shaking her head. "I am more than a match in close combat, but not even sharp tooth and claw would help when they have the advantage of range."

"That sounds a bit like you're interested in helping us," I said with a smirk.

"Does it?" She responded, giving me a smirk of her own.

She wordlessly pulled down the mattress of the bunk above mine, using it to dry herself off as best she could. It worked surprisingly well, and I pushed the fact that she had probably used my mattress to do that to the same at some point. When she was done, she put the mattress back to dry before raking her clawed hands through her fur, attempting to comb it straight.

"I will join you," She finally said in her deep rumble. "I have been here, doing nothing for long enough. My father would be disappointed that I have wasted away for so long. Even if we fail, I may die knowing I was not a coward."

Tatnia and I shared a look, stuck between being happy to have another helping hand and concerned about her acceptance that she might die.

"No one's dying," I said, standing up from the side of my bed. "We take this slow, plan out every step, and we will get through this."

"Very well," She responded, though she didn't look like she completely believed me. "What is our first objective?"

"Our first objective is getting these collars off," I explained, Tatnia nodding in agreement. "Any progress we make is meaningless if we don't have a way to get them off."
 
I don't know if this has been addressed but in a Galaxy with droids, does using slaves have any purpose besides cruelty?

Like droids likely can do the same work, better, and with less concerns about escape.

But with fleshy people you've got to house, feed, and decontaminate them. Not to mention the guards and all other associated upkeep costs that come with using and housing organics.

I've read other fanfics that explain away justifications for slave labor as the Hutts being cruel and enjoying the suffering or the droids costing too much. The hutts I understand but droid cost seems like a hand wave.
 
I don't know if this has been addressed but in a Galaxy with droids, does using slaves have any purpose besides cruelty?

Like droids likely can do the same work, better, and with less concerns about escape.

But with fleshy people you've got to house, feed, and decontaminate them. Not to mention the guards and all other associated upkeep costs that come with using and housing organics.

I've read other fanfics that explain away justifications for slave labor as the Hutts being cruel and enjoying the suffering or the droids costing too much. The hutts I understand but droid cost seems like a hand wave.

Droids are weird in that they are either reliably too dumb to work properly without constant supervision, or likely to revolt if left in inhumane working conditions without constant reset.

They also require part maintenance. And in the working conditions they have the slaves in, this matters even more: the spice precursor is acidic enough they have to add neutralizing agent to the water the slaves drink, spray it down on their bodies, and give them breather masks.

Which is to say, the slaves are actually cheaper than droids because you'd still need a crew of organics to monitor the droids, and the droids would be constantly needing chassis and internals replacement due to the acidic dust getting in places it ought not be.

Remember also that there's a cultural element to it: there have been MANY droid rebellions through the galaxy's history. Restraining bolt tech is effective, but not perfect -- any droid could potentially go on an insane killing spree at basically any time, with the odds going from near zero right out of the factory to increasingly likely as it ages. Organic slaves ... Don't tend to have civilization-wide rebellions when they pop.

Of course, if you aren't the sort to use slaves or view droids as slave-alternatives, they're generally safe enough. Which gets slave-holders used to seeing droids used safely, and then encourages them to use them as organic replacements, which leads to another droid rebellion, which leads to another turn of the wheel. The Hutts being as long lived as they are would be conservatives on a lot of things, hence their still relying on slave labor.

Plus they're scumbags.
 
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Chapter 46
Hello everyone, back from my break and eager to start writing and posting again! I hope everyone had a good week, and I hope you enjoy the chapter!




Not long after Vaz agreed to join us in trying to break out, and we reaffirmed that finding a solution to the collars was our most important task, we climbed into our bunks and slept. I could have used the respite to let us plan a bit more, but at this point, there wasn't much of a reason to. We woke up, and from there the day was the same as before. We ate, got herded down to the mine, and spent the entire day working before being escorted back up to the prison area.

During our work shift, when Vaz was dropping off a load of stones, Tessa caught my attention.

"Deacon… would that armor spell you mentioned be enough to protect you from…" She started to ask, finishing by miming an explosion from her neck.

"At the stage I'm at now? No, I wouldn't trust it," I responded, shaking my head. "Maybe at the next one? That's a pretty risky maybe, though, so let's call that plan 'We are fucked anyway, might as well try it.' I would have to learn it first, and I don't exactly have the most free time. And the purple armor I make would consider it clothes and form around it, not protect me from it."

She nodded in understanding, the topic dropped for now as Vaz returned. Eventually, we would show her some of my abilities, but for now, we needed to make sure she was actually on board, not just pretending to be so she could eventually sell us out. The shift dragged on and on after that, and I spent most of it mindlessly working, my brain focused on how we could get out, trying to put together a plan from what little we knew.

My first instinct was to just try and cut it off. If we were careful and didn't cut anything important, there was a chance we could remove it without disturbing any sensors inside the device before it could realize it was no longer around someone's neck.

When we finally arrived back at the prison block, and the three of us sequestered ourselves back in our cell, I brought up my idea.

"Do you know what kind of anti-tampering stuff the collars have?" I asked after sitting on the edge of my seat, the still-wet form of Vaz sitting on the floor. "Like if we started messing around with it?"

"I know of several who have attempted to remove their collars, none of whom succeeded," She responded. "One managed to knock himself unconscious trying to smash it open, while the others failed but were quickly taken away and punished for attempting."

"So they knew someone was trying to tamper with it? But then why not just remotely knock them out…?" I asked, mostly just trying to puzzle through the conundrum out loud. "Were they taken away immediately? Or once the guards got a look at them?"

"A mixture of both." She answered after a moment of thinking

"Fuck, that doesn't tell us anything," I said, shaking my head. "We-"

"Wait! The ones that were taken immediately…. were they trying this out in the open?" Tatnia asked. "Like in view of the cameras?"

"I… cannot say for sure," She admitted. "My instincts tell me you are correct, that those taken immediately must have been spotted by the surveillance. However, the memories have blended together. Others might remember better….?"

"Letting people know what we are planning is a bad idea, especially with the vast majority of people here being criminals of some kind," I said, shaking my head. "And there is no way to ask about how tamper-proof the collars without people realizing what's going on."

For a long moment, I thought to myself before eventually letting out a sigh, not liking the conclusion I had reached but realizing that there weren't a lot of options. I needed to go out on a limb.

"We need more information. That is the key. If we don't start canceling out some variables and finding the real information, we are going to be stuck here forever," I explained, reaching up and fiddling with the collar.

"How do you suggest we do that?" Vaz asked, watching me curiously.

"Right now, our biggest variable is whether or not the collars have sensors that tell people when they are being fucked with," I said, standing from the bed and getting down into an awkward position. "The fact that they could do visible damage to it tells me that whatever explosive is inside them is stable enough not to go off when it's hit. So...."

I sat down by the bed, putting my neck and collar against the hard metal edge. With any luck, this would keep me from getting hurt since all of the force would be going through the collar and into the bed rather than through the collar and into my neck.

"Wait, what are- No. No, we are not testing it out on you, Boss," Tatnia said, shaking her head, grabbing my arm, and pulling me back up. "Don't be stupid. What happens if you're incapacitated? We lose our powerplay."

With me standing out of the way, Tatnia started taking my place, putting her collar against the edge of the bed and looking up at me and Vaz.

"But… Fuck, alright," I said, shaking my head. "I'm a lot less confident about me hitting the right spot than I was about you hitting the right spot though."

"Allow me then," Vaz said, putting her hand on my shoulder. "I am confident I can hit the collar without harming her."

I looked at her for a moment before nodding and standing aside, still watching closely, chewing my lip. The canine-esque humanoid stood over Tatnia, lining herself up, settling into some sort of trained stance.

"Not enough to break it," I reminded her. "Just to test if they know when we are fucking with it. I'm worried the bomb will go off if it's actually removed, especially if the lock itself breaks."

Vaz nodded wordlessly before focusing on Tatnia and her target. She seemed to settle even more before bringing her clawed hand down on the collar, slamming the side of her palm into the metal band. She struck it three more times, each time the bed letting out a muffled metal banging, the collar itself letting out a much more dulled metallic clunk. After the fourth blow, she stood back up, coming out of her stance.

"That… wasn't fun, but it wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be," Tatnia admitted, shifting and standing up from the awkward position. "Now what?"

"Now we wait," I said, stepping around Vaz to examine Tatnia and, after that, her collar, inspecting it for visible damage. "It's slightly warped, but nothing else noticeably wrong beyond that. You definitely hit it hard enough to rattle any sensors it might have for being fucked with."

We sat around the cell, waiting nervously for anyone to come and take Tatnia away. After an hour of uninterrupted waiting, we finally called it and climbed into our beds. It appeared that no one had noticed what we had done, but we wanted to play it safe.

The following day, we were all walking on eggshells, mentally, if not physically. We were all hyper-aware of every look the guards sent our way, wondering if somehow they would notice the nearly invisible amount of warping that Vaz had inflicted on Tatnia's collar. As the day went by, our tension slowly receded, replaced by a sliver of hope. If whoever was controlling the collars couldn't tell it was being tampered with, I felt a lot more confident about messing with them to try and get them off. Not that I would risk sparks, not when it could set off whatever explosives were inside them.

When we finally made it back to our cell, all three of us were tired and sore, so we quickly ate in silence. By the time we were done, we had recovered enough to talk about what we had learned.

"They showed no signs of knowing we had tampered with Tatnia's collar," Vaz said, folding her ration bar wrapper up before throwing it out of the cell.

"Yeah… That's a good sign," I said. "That means if we manage to take it off, there is a chance they won't know until we start moving around."

"Unless the bomb goes off," Tatnia pointed out.

"The fact that these other people did visible damage to their collars and it didn't go off, or even tell the people controlling them that something was up, tells me their system isn't as foolproof as they claim," I said, leaning by the entrance to the cell, facing inwards. "It's still a possibility…But I think the explosives are set up to be triggered, not trapped. It's a risk, but.... let's go with it for now."

"The rest of the crew could be coming for us," Tatnia pointed out. "Not saying we shouldn't take the risk, just pointing out it's an option."

"I'm sure they are looking for us, I'm just a lot less sure if they are already coming for us," I responded. "I don't doubt their ability or drive, just how they could possibly know where we are."

"So we risk it?" Tatnia asked, and I nodded in confirmation.

"Yeah, we risk it."

"While I understand your sentiments, you're talking as if you already have a way to remove our collars," Vaz said, her canine features carrying her confusion well. "Do you have a way?"

"Yeah, he has a bit of an advantage," Tatnia said. "A few tricks up his sleeve…."

Tatnia trailed off, the silence hanging in the room for a second before she looked at me with a confused look on her face.

"Aren't you gonna…?"

"I'm waiting for you to spoil it like you did last time,'" I responded, crossing my arms with a raised eyebrow.

"Really, Boss? You're gonna do that now?" She asked, shaking her head. "Fine, I won't say anything."

I stared at my crewmate for a long moment before eventually adding and uncrossing my arms, turning to look at Vaz, who looked bewildered at what we were talking about.

"Right, so-"

"He is a space wizard!" Tatnia said in a stage whisper, cutting me off again, just like before.

Unlike before, though, I immediately got back at her by charging a low-powered spark spell and zapping her leg, like I had before, while still on Nar Shaddaa. She cursed and stumbled onto my bed, her leg giving out for just a split second. She immediately sat back up, giving me an annoyed look. I turned to look at Vaz, who was staring at me and speaking in a language I didn't understand. She had fallen into a combat-ready stance, her claws ready to attack.

"What was that?" She asked tensely, which slowly released as neither Tatnia nor I made any violent moves. "What did you just do?"

"As annoying as she might be, Tatnia was right, I am a wizard. A mage, more specifically," I explained. "I can do magic."

Over the next twenty minutes, I showed off a bit of my abilities, making sure to only use things that were easily hidden and didn't make too much noise. I finished off my little show by healing the blisters and burns on the hands of the humanoid from handling the mediara. Since she was covered in fur, no one would be able to see that she didn't have them.

"You… healed me… Just like that?" She asked, feeling her pain-free hands opening and closing them. "That is incredible. No Jedi could do that, at least not that fast."

"That's cause I'm not a Jedi," I said, tilting my head after a moment. "How do you know about Jedi?"

"My adopted father, before he died, was Mandalorian," She responded.

"Oh, yeah, that explains it," I said with a nod, getting a surprised look from Vaz and Tatnia. "Mandalorians and Jedi aren't exactly sworn enemies, but it was as close as you could get. Their beliefs clash heavily, and they don't have the best history. Neither side is innocent, no offense, but I imagine your father taught you a bit about them in a 'know your enemy' type of way."

"I… yes, how do you know that?" She asked, looking confused. "Not many know that history."

"He does that," Tatnia said, shaking her head. "Knowing things he shouldn't, I mean. You get used to it. That said, Mandalorians have a reputation. Did your father train you?"

"Partially. My father was.… not an exile, but left his covert after a difference in opinion," She explained. "He trained me in what he could but died before he could finish."

"My condolence," I said softly, getting a nod of acknowledgment in return.

"... So you are not a Jedi, but a mage. How will your magic help us?" Vaz asked after a moment of silence.

"Well… I think with the right application of cold…" I said, spraying a frostbite spell across the wall. "And a bit of leverage.…"

I charge up my summon-bound battleaxe spell, a large double-edged axe appearing in my hand. It was just over four feet long, with a simple axehead and very little detailing beyond some simple accents and shaping in the handle. It looked a bit like the Stalhrim battleaxe from Skyrim but without the weird material. As always, it was also translucent and glowing light purple with whisps of the same color flowing off of it.

"You're not thinking of using that to cut it off, are you?" Tatnia asked, suddenly very nervous, her hand going up to her neck. "Cause if you are, I take it back. You can go first."

"No, all healing spells in the world wouldn't make me feel comfortable swinging this thing at any friend's neck," I said, shaking my head. "The weapon end isn't the important part. The handle is. Just a bit of old school magic called simple machines and the humble lever."

While Tatnia looked at me like I was crazy, Vaz reached out and took the axe from me. The glowing bound weapon had plenty of charge to last for a while without me recharging it. Vaz shifted her grip before trying her best to break the glowing weapon. When she failed, she nodded in satisfaction.

"I do not know how cold you're capable of getting the collar, but if it is sufficient… it could work," She said, passing the weapon back to me, starting slightly when I just dismissed it.

"Alright. Then the only thing that's left is to talk about when and where," I responded. "I would just assume we do it here, but I'm open to all arguments."
 
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Chapter 47
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A short conversation was all it took to decide that there wasn't much reason to wait at this point. I would have given my left arm to know the guard's schedules, shift changes, or even just how many of the bastards there were in the building at once. Unfortunately, with how strict they were with moving us quickly between the mine and our quarters, there wasn't much of an opportunity to gather that sort of information.

Given enough time, we could probably figure out some of what we wanted to know, but none of us were willing to hang around for a few months while we tried to spot shift changes and count faces while still looking innocent. Our information gathering for the last few days had gotten us little beyond the fact that the collars would not detonate or alert our wardens when we messed with them.

We waited another hour, mostly hoping to let everyone around us fall asleep. I would have waited longer, but another shift of prisoners would be returning eventually, and we needed time to work. When the time came, I hit all three of us with a respite spell, wiping away any residual fatigue and tiredness before starting the process.

When I volunteered to go first, Tatnia slapped the back of my head.

"Are you serious?" Tatnia asked as Vaz, and I started getting ready. "We just went over this. You should not be going first."

"Except I can use my oakflesh to protect myself," I explained. "It will give us a better idea if this is possible for you two."

For a moment, Tatnia looked like she was about to argue with me before she cursed and stepped back. Vaz passed me a wad of foam, which I had cut from my bed with a dagger. I took it and, after a moment, let out a big sigh and stuffed it into my mouth before Vaz took another, bigger slice of foam and slid it between me and my collar. Finally, I conjured my bound axe, handing it to her with a grim nod. I dual cast oakflesh, sinking as much magic as I could into it before silently waiting for my magic to refill.

When I was ready, or as ready as I was going to get, I looked at Tatnia before raising my hand and casting frostbite, aiming it for the collar. I held it for a while, draining my mana completely as I poured frigid energy into the collar. As the metal got colder and colder, I idly thought to myself how my magicka capacity had definitely expanded since I first arrived, as I was holding the spell much longer than I could have before.

While the insulating chunk of foam between me and the collar, directly under where I was freezing, did help at first, soon it froze too. As the temperature continued to drop, I could feel the oakflesh spell trying to protect me as well, resisting the temperature drop, and absorbing the damage. Unfortunately, the spell was only at novice level, and I wasn't even that good at it, meaning it failed pretty quickly under the constant pressure of the frostbite spell.

The pain was immediate when my last line of defense snapped. It felt like a hot pan being pressed against my neck, my flesh being seared by the incredible cold. Soon I was biting into the foam in my mouth to hold back screams. When my mana was fully drained, I dropped down to the ground and positioned myself against the bed again, trying to ignore the sickening amount of pain it caused me, failing entirely, screaming and cursing into the foam.

I saw spots, my vision flickering when Vaz pushed the handle of the axe between me and the collar, grinding against the severe frostbite forming on my neck. Knowing that every second counted, she did not take it easy on me and immediately wrenched the ax to the side. Even with me bracing the collar against the bolted-down bed frame, for a moment, I was afraid that my body would be what broke before. The edge of the collar ground into my collarbone, bruising and even cutting into my skin before I finally heard a metallic crack, and the pressure disappeared.

Tatnia practically hoisted me up to the edge of the bed while Vaz pulled and bent the collar of the rest of the way. When she pulled the collar away, it yanked the foam barrier, which pulled free frozen flesh with it, almost making me black out. Thankfully I managed to stay conscious, and as Vaz tossed the collar up into her bed, I dumped fast heal after fast heal into my body, repairing the massive amounts of damage I had just done to my neck.

About five minutes after non-stop healing, my neck was just about fully repaired, though I swore I could feel the cold band of metal still burning into my flesh. Tatnia was sitting next to me, looking pale and anxious but still steady.

"Fuck… that fucking sucked," I said, shaking my head before looking over at Vaz, who was trying to look casual as she kept an eye out. "Anything?"

"No, there has been no movement," She said, turning back toward us.

"Good," I said before looking at Tatnia. "So… think you can take it?"

She let out a long breath before nodding reluctantly. She stood, and we began the process all over again, preparing Tatnia, dumping mana into the axe for Vaz, and eventually getting her into position. With the benefit of having done this already, Tatnia sat down and put herself into position before we started, and Vaz pushed the handle of her battleaxe into the gap around her neck. It was a tight fit, tighter than mine had been, but we got it to work.

With a look and a nod, I bent down and began pouring my frostbite spell into Tatnia's collar. Now that I was looking on, I could see it as frosted over, as my magic chilled the metal collar and the padding below. It didn't take long for Tatnia to tense as she started to feel the freezing energy, and not long past that for her to begin struggling to control herself. To counteract the damage it was doing to her, I cast healing hand with my opposite hand. Unfortunately, it didn't seem to help the pain, but the muffling wad of foam did its job, but only barely, as I emptied my magicka reserves once again. When it was done, I stepped back, chewing my lip as Vaz made sure she was in the right position.

This time it took three tries for Vaz to break the metal collar, splitting it in the same place as mine, just where I had focused my spell. Vaz tore off the collar, and I started healing Tatnia immediately, though I was stuck with the much slower healing hands spell rather than the fast heal I could use on myself. I understood why she had been so pale before, the damage the freezing energy had done to her neck, and what my neck must have looked like as well, was grotesque, like a severe third-degree burn.

After fifteen minutes of healing, Tatnia was finally fully healed. She stood up from the bed, rubbed her neck, and shook her head, her eyes closed. She let out a long breath before turning back to Vaz and me, opening her eyes.

"That was karking terrible," She said, still pale despite my healing. "Easily the worst thing I have ever done."

"Definitely not something I want to repeat either," I agreed before looking to Vaz. "You ready?"

"I am prepared," She said, before reaching out with her hand, taking mine in a warrior's handshake. "Thank you for giving me this opportunity. Even if…"

"You earned it, Vaz, when you did something about that creep," I responded firmly.

"I suppose. Alright, let us get this over with."

We quickly got everything set up again, once again repeating the harrowing and nerve-racking procedure. This time Tatnia was manning the axe, standing above the Shistavanen, who had already closed her eyes, her large, dangerous jaw set around significantly more padding than Tatnia or I had used. With a nod from Vas, I began pouring freezing energy into the thick band of metal. I waited for the freezing cold to reach through the foam before starting my healing spell, only stopping when my Mana was empty. I nodded to her and Tatnia worked the axe handle, pulling and straining against the metal. For a moment, I was worried she wouldn't be able to do it, and I started getting up to add my own strength when suddenly the collar snapped.
Vaz reached up and bent it completely off of herself, a low rumbling growl coming from her chest as she fought through what I knew was an immense level of pain. As she stood, I saw that her eyes were wide, bloodshot, and wild. For a moment, she seemed poised to jump at us before she visibly wrestled herself under control, sitting down on the edge of the bed. I immediately started to heal her, my hands glowing as my magic sank into her horrifying wound.

After another fifteen minutes, the wound was healed, though she now carried an unfortunate bald spot under where I had been freezing the collar, which continued around her neck a good way. My magic healed her flesh, but she would have to regrow her fur the old-fashioned way.

When everyone was finally freed, healed, and ready, I cast respite on us again before standing up and stretching. We were all silent, the past hour having left a mark on all three of us.

"You guys ready?" I asked eventually, getting two nods in response. "Alright, time to get this party on the road."

I took a deep breath, mentally preparing myself for what would probably be a long night of violence. When I was ready, I charged up two separate ice spikes before stepping out of the cell and destroying two security cameras, immediately charging up two more attacks and taking aim again. It took two more volleys, but when I was done, the cameras were sparking scrap. After that, all three of us rushed down to the first floor. I dual cast a lighting rune on the floor in front of the only way in or out of the prison area before joining Tatnia and Vaz behind the cover of the closest stairs.

Between us running down the stairs from the top floor and me destroying the cameras, some of the other prisoners started to peek out from their cells, watching us closely. Before any of them could do anything, though, they all collapsed, like their strings had been cut.

"They knocked them out," Tatnia pointed out. "They must be on their way."

I nodded in agreement before quickly casting my armor, sinking all of my energy into it. My reserves were halfway full when the large doors leading into the prison area slowly opened, revealing three armed and armored guards cautiously stepping inside. Instantly my rune went off, a massive amount of electrical energy discharging at once. Between my talents with lighting and the fact that I had dual cast the rune, all three of the guards dropped dead the second the lighting stopped, their corpses smoking and twitching.

"Time to go to work," I said with a smirk, stepping out of my cover and making a beeline for the door.

I raised my hand and charged a lightning bolt, firing it off at the first guard I saw poking their head into the room to see what had happened. The blast of electric energy caught him in the face, knocking him back around the corner and out of sight. I put on another burst of speed, determined to step through the doorway to prevent them from sealing us inside. Blaster bolts sizzled through the doorway, one catching me in the shoulder as I ran, prompting me to quickly slide behind one of the tables for cover. I turned to check on Tatnia and Vaz, watching them take cover behind another table just a bit further back.

Blaster bolts kept pouring through the doorway, preventing me from standing and charging again. I peeked around my cover, cursing when I spotted the doors starting to slide shut. I leaned further out of cover and quickly dual-cast conjure flame atronach, aiming as close to the door as I could before releasing the spell.

My armored summon appeared about ten feet from the closing doorway, just out of view of the guards. I quickly flexed my control, guiding it to move as fast as it could, staying in cover for as long as it could. At the last second, the blue flame wreathed summon charged through the slowly closing doors. It took a single blaster bolt to the shoulder, but the spell held together, just barely making it through the doorway before it closed, sealing us inside.

I couldn't exactly see through my atronach's eyes, and what feedback I could feel was limited, but with the door now completely closed, I took a chance and ordered to find some sort of method to open the door. I could feel its limited sentience straining to figure out what I said before seeming to do something. Before I could even parse out exactly what it did, I could second, third, and fourth blaster bolt hit it, destabilizing its magic and destroying the summon.

Which, of course, triggered the explosion, a muffled "Whump!" reaching us back inside the prison area.

"Please have found the door controls… please have found the door controls…" I repeated under my breath before jumping up when the doors once again shuddered and began to open. "Yes!"

I charged the doors again, this time staying off to the side before peeking around into the hallway on the other side. The signs of my atronach's explosion marked the left side of the hall, a singed and smoldering circle that covered the floor and went up the wall. Inside the perimeter were two charred corpses, one of which was reaching up toward a soot-covered lever.

I pulled my head back just in time for a quartet of blaster bolts to fire through the fully opened doorway. I let out a quick breath, checked to make sure my armor was intact, and charged before casting and holding an ice spike. I whirled around the door and fired the spell, catching the last standing guard in the leg, knocking him off of his feet, the human man screaming and clutching at the massive spike of ice in his leg.

After a quick double-check to make sure there was no one else, I turned back to wave Tatnia and Vaz over, only to find them already looting the smoking corpses of the guards who died to my lighting rune. Both of them eagerly took their weapons and spare ammo. Tatnia quickly pulled on one of the guard's basic torso armor while Vaz caught up with me.

"Are you two good?" I asked, turning back to watch the hall.

"I believe we are uninjured," Vaz responded, her blaster up and pointed down the hall.

I nodded and quickly made my way to the injured and shouting guard. I covered his mouth with my hand, the older man looking at me with fear in his eyes. He started to flounder through some sort of begging routine, but I just shook my head.

"Here is the deal. You tell me how I get to the collar controls, and I don't make your other leg match this one," I explained, tapping the tip of the ice spike.

"What… why?" He asked, looking confused. "I can't."

I gripped the spike and slowly twisted it with my hand, the guard screaming and clenching his teeth.

"Okay, okay! Just please stop!" He shouted, trying to shove my hands away.

I stopped touching the spike, the man sobbing out a thank you before explaining that the collar control room was an offshoot of the security room, which was a floor up and down several hallways. I promised I would be back if he was wrong, the man staying silent until I reached out for the spike again. He frantically corrected himself, explaining that the security room was a floor down, not up. I patted his shoulder before standing, already walking down the hallway from the prison area.

"Why do we need to go to the security room?" Tatnia asked. "Wouldn't it be better just to leave?"

"If we leave now, we will have the entire facility, maybe more, looking for us," I explained. "But if the entire facility shuts down, and all of the collars turn off at once…?"

"They would have to focus on the resulting riot," Tatnia said, Vaz nodding in approval. "Alright, Boss. Lead the way."
 
Chapter 48
The three of us slowly made our way down the long halls of the facility, with my armor fully charged. As we walked, I summoned a familiar, letting him run ahead whenever we came to a corner or an intersection. For the first two, nothing happened, but on the third, the "ambush" we were waiting for finally found us.

At an intersection of our hall and another, my familiar turned down the next corridor and was almost instantly destroyed, a half dozen blaster bolts passing through its space in a few seconds, blowing it apart completely. I stopped and put my back against the wall, leaning around the corner for a moment, pulling back to avoid the subsequent barrage.

"Alright, there are six of them," I said, looking back at my companions. "Any ideas?"

"We need to keep moving," Vaz said, turning to watch the corridor behind us. "If we remain in one place, we will be flanked."

"Right, forward and through it is," I said, shaking my head. "Tatnia, follow me in?"

"Right behind you."

I nodded and took a deep breath, mentally double-checking my armor before charging up a dual cast steadfast ward. I stepped out of cover with Tatnia right behind me, holding the shimmering and glowing shield of magic slightly to the side. Tatnia used the extra cover to lean out from behind me and shoot through the ward, something that I admittedly should have tested before I tried. Still, it worked, and the blaster bolts sailed down the hallway to where the guards had set up their ambush.

Her first shot managed to catch one of the guards in the chest before they could even open fire, seemingly stunned by what they were seeing. Unfortunately, one of their companions falling backward with a carbonized hole where his heart once was finally shocked them into reacting. Some of them took cover, disappearing behind the metal barriers that had been set up, while the rest stood up and opened fire, shooting down the hall at us.

Several blaster bolts hit my ward, bouncing off and slamming into the walls, sending white sparks flying. Even as my shield failed from the concentrated fire, Tatnia managed to take down two of the three guards who stood and fired at us. The third got one shot in on my bound armor before Vaz took them down, using our diversion to lean around the corner and fire.

During all of this, Tatnia and I kept moving forward, my unprotected crewmate ducking behind me fully when my ward failed. Together we picked up speed, finally reaching the fortified area. I lashed out with a sparks spell in one hand, washing it over two of the guards, causing them to shout and stumble back. Tatnia turned and fired at the remaining guard, dispatching them easily. While my targets were stunned by the sparks, I charged up a lighting bolt, slamming one into each of their chests, turning them into smoking corpses.

I refilled my armor as we caught our breath for a moment or two, Vaz catching up with us as Tatnia grabbed more ammo from one of the downed guards. She tossed one of the energy cells to the Shistavanen, who caught it and quickly exchanged it, loading her blaster rifle with a practiced hand.

"Time to go down?" Tatnia asked, nodding to the nearby doorway, which was marked as a stairwell.

I nodded, and together we made our way to and down the stairs, a summoned familiar once again taking the lead. When we reached the right level and stepped out into a new floor, we immediately ran into two more guards. My familiar managed to take down one cleanly, and Vaz sprinted to do the same to the second. While my tiger familiar tore the throat from its target, Vaz used her claws to slice through hers, seemingly experienced enough to point the resulting arterial spray away from herself.

"Damn… alright, the security office should be this way," I said, orienting myself according to the guard's directions.

It didn't take long for us to arrive at our destination while somehow avoiding any more encounters with the guards. The security office was well-marked, but the door was locked. I cursed under my breath, looking around before shaking my head.

"Alright, let's try-"

"Boss, let me give it a shot," Tatnia said, stepping around me and pushing me back.

As I stepped out of the way, she slid forward, took a deep breath, and slammed her fist against the door. I watched her in surprise, wondering what the hell she was doing when she called out to whoever was inside.

"Sir! We have a problem!" She shouted, sounding a bit panicked and out of breath. "Hello? Sir, can you hear me?"

Nothing happened for a long, slow few seconds. Suddenly the locked door slid open, revealing a crisply uniformed guard. He looked confused, which quickly shifted into shock and fear when Tatnia jammed her blaster rifle up under his chin. He raised his hands immediately, and I stepped closer to disarm him, pulling a blaster pistol from his hip.

"Nice and easy now," Tatnia said, pushing the guard into the security room, Vaz and myself following behind.

The room was a decent size, with one side nearly covered with computers and view screens showing video footage of several different places. Three of the viewscreens were divided into six camera views, and one of the three showed nothing but static on their divided screens. Along the far wall was a doorway with another on the wall opposite the wall of screens.

"-aren't heading to the exit," One of the guards, a Rodian, said. "They managed to take down the ambush point but didn't make it to the second one… where are they?"

"Doal's squad just reported in, they definitely aren't in the their barracks," Another guard, this one human, said. "Sir, who-"

As Tatnia pushed the guard further in, the three guards sitting in front of the security screens finally noticed us. One of them stood quickly, trying to pull his pistol out. I zapped him with sparks before finishing him off with an ice spike, the large ice projectile slamming into the Rodian's chest, knocking him off his feet and to the ground, where he lay, unmoving.

The other two raised their hands in surrender.

"Vaz, find strip them of weapons," I said, the Mandalorian-trained woman nodding, heading to the surrendered guards while I focused on the one sweating on the end of Tatnia's rifle. "And you can lead us to the collar controls."

"Why?" He asked, pale and fighting what was probably a considerable amount of panic. "What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to throw a party," I said sarcastically, jamming his own pistol into his ribs. "The collar controls?"

He nodded reluctantly, turning and heading to the far doorway, Tatnia and I following behind. He stopped in front of the door's control panel, looking over his shoulder before slumping in defeat and tapping the panel. After entering a password, it blinked green, and the door opened, revealing another smaller room. There was only one computer system inside, and it was currently unmanned.

"C'mon, we have invitations to send," I said, pushing the man into the chair, leveling his blaster against the back of his neck. "I want you to turn off all of the collars at once. Can you unlock them from here?"

"Ye-yes, b-but-"

"But what?"

"They are all unconscious! They won't wake up for a while!" He responded, shouting to get through his fear.

"... can you activate all of the collar's functions from here?" I asked, the man nodding rapidly. "Good. I want you to activate the pain inducers for a split second, just long enough to wake everyone up. Then unlock their collars. Will that work?"

"I… y-yes, that would probably work," He admitted, leaning away from me but not moving otherwise.

I gestured to the controls, and he jolted, turning to the screen and starting to activate the collar system. After going through two confirmation screens, he stopped, looked at me, and winced, pressing a button for a split second before releasing it. Once he released the pain inducer button, he quickly entered another password… and another before finally gaining control.

"Are you-"

Ignoring him, I reached forward and pressed the activation button, the screen flashing a warning before registering that all collars were unlocked and disengaged. He slumped in his chair, giving up. After confirming everything was in order, Tatnia grabbed the guard's shoulder and dragged him out of the room. Once they were through the door, I washed the console down with a stream of sparks, the system immediately going dark as I fried it. I quickly left, sealing the door and destroying the control panel as well.

"Right. One last thing," I said, walking to Tatnia and grabbing the guard's arm, dragging him to the wall of screens. "I want you to delete everything that the cameras have been recording, and then I want you to turn it all off. Can you do that for me?"

This time guard didn't hesitate, quickly sitting down and doing as I asked. I watched as he worked, confirming that he was at least vaguely doing the right things. After a few minutes of tapping and working, the screens started going dark, and the system completely shut down.

"Good job. Now stand back," I warned, waiting for him to get out of the way before hosing the whole wall down with the lightning, watching the computers and screens spark and smoke as I ruined them completely.

I did this twice, emptying my mana completely each time before I was satisfied. I turned to find Vaz securing the last guard with the others, tying them up with their own jackets.

"Alright, that's done. Time to get going," I said. "We are gonna blitz to the exit now, I want to get out before getting caught up in the riot."

"Agreed. I know the way. These guards have been eager to give directions," Vaz explained, and I nodded, gesturing for her to us out.

We made quick progress through the facility, stopping twice, once to hide at a corner and let a squad of guards run by and again to fight a different squad, easily taking them out after getting the jump on them.

It wasn't until we reached one of the final barriers to our freedom that the guards finally put up another challenging fight, clearly having decided to hold the exit at any cost, having set up a heavy blaster cannon of some sort. Without access to magic, I was pretty sure we wouldn't have stood a chance.

As it was, it took me a minute to charge my armor, step out of cover, fire a dual-cast lightning bolt, retaking cover before my armor failed. I was trying to take out the blaster cannon itself, and after a few tries, I eventually managed to nail it. The weapon shot out sparks, its powerful energy source sending out an explosion of smoke and fire, knocking the two guards manning it to the ground.

With the guards distracted and the heavy weapon destroyed, I conjured a fire atronach, sending the construct to rush the reinforced exit, hands raised and dumping fire into the ranks. It lasted long enough to dive over a piece of cover before I detonated it, a gout of flame coming over the metal barrier. With the guards now dealing with more injuries, fire, and the explosion itself, I sent more and more of the constructs until, eventually, I felt confident in charging the exit myself.

Once again, I led the charge, with Tatnia and Vaz behind me this time. I held out a one-handed steadfast ward, firing out ice spikes at any guard who stuck their head up, managing to make it through one of the gaps my atronach had made. We jumped through and made quick work of the surprised guards, finishing off a few of the burned and injured before rushing to the exit.

We stumbled out of the smoke and fire-filled interior to find ourselves in the same garage area Tatnia and I had been brought in through. After a minute of searching, we found a row of land speeders parked in a neat row.

"Personnel parking lot?" I asked as Tatnai pulled out ahead, looking around before making a beeline for a specific craft. "See something you like?"

"I know this model," She said, walking over and looking into the sealed cockpit. "Plus, there is room for all three. Can I have a dagger?"

I quickly summoned a dagger and passed it to her, watching as she used the bound weapon to expertly pop open a panel under the door. She fiddled for a few seconds, cut a wire and connected it somewhere else, a metallic clunk echoing through the vehicle. With a smirk, she pressed a button, and the hatch pulled back, revealing an interior with four total seats.

"Get in. We need to get gone," She said, slapping the panel closed with her palm.

"Really?" I asked sarcastically, climbing into the passenger seat as Vaz climbed into the back. "I figured we could take the scenic route, maybe stop for some food?"

She laughed, the high of the prison break clearly affecting us all. She sat down in the driver's seat, using the dagger to pop open another panel. This one took even less time, the speeder starting up in a few seconds. She made to pass me the dagger, but I dismissed it instead, the blade disappearing in a puff and spark.

Shaking her head, she focused on driving, swinging the speeder out of its parking spot, and making a beeline for the exit. I had to step out and activate the garage bay door, but once it was open, we were free and clear.

Tatnia drove out of the garage, keeping it steady and at a reasonable pace, not wanting to attract any attention if someone happened to be looking. For a while, we were silent, our focus on looking around, trying to spot if anyone was following us or tracking us down. After about five minutes of driving, I let out a long sigh.

"Thank you, my friends," Vaz said, sitting up and focusing on me. "You have given me my freedom."

"We aren't in the clear yet," I reminded her. "We still need to get off the planet."

"It does not matter," she assured me, shaking her head. "I am free when I thought I would never be again. I owe you both my life."

"You were just as important to getting out as we were," I assured her. "For now, let's focus on getting off this rock. We can talk about who owes who what later."

Vaz looked at Tatnia, who laughed and shrugged.

"It's just how he is, you get used to it," She explained. "Or you will if you stick around."

"I would like that."

"Welcome aboard then," I said with a smile and a nod, turning back to watch the road and our destination.
 
Chapter 49
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We drove for a while, crossing the gap between the prison mine and the rest of the city built under the energy dome's protection. Eventually, we made our way into an industrial district surrounding the mine in a crescent moon shape. Space was clearly a premium under the dome, but the gap still took around a minute to cross. I idly wondered if that was a safety precaution to catch escapees who tried to book it on land or an attempt to prevent collapses or other mine issues from affecting the infrastructure. Once we crossed the gap and faded into the buildings along the edge, all three of us sagged in relief.

"Alright, what's our next step?" I asked. "My instinct is to find an off-world communication station and contact the rest of the team. I want to know if they were caught up in anything or if they made it off that planet cleanly."

"I realize now that this might be a bit late to ask this, but why were you sent to the mines?" Vaz asked.

"We escaped being made slaves on Nar Shaddaa," I explained, leaning back in my seat. "Since it was their fault we were there, we decided to "borrow" some resources from the slavers. In the process, we fucked over Jabba the Hutt, not that we knew it at the time. He put a bounty on our heads, and somebody collected."

"What about you?" Tatnia asked, looking at Vaz through her mirror as she drove. "How did you end up there?"

"My father ran afoul of a crime boss before he retired. He thought he paid his debts and laid the grudge to rest, but the crime boss disagreed."

"The Black Sun?" I asked, doing my best to hide my nervousness at the idea of being on such an infamous and widespread organization's radar.

"No, just a planetary crime lord." She assured me, shaking her head. "I doubt he has the connections to even learn that I have escaped."

"Right. Sorry, I needed to ask. If it had been, we would have to be much more careful," I apologized. "Maybe even find a way to fake your death or something. So what happened?"

"I understand," She said with a nod before continuing. "This crime lord put a bounty on my father, but I managed to escape. I was in the process of seeking revenge when I was caught. Instead of killing me, I was sold for a small shipment of spice."

"Are you going to go off on revenge again?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

"No, I will not." She assured me, looking out the window. "I have wasted enough of my life on him, I will not lose more time. Besides, crime lords have notoriously short lifespans, he may already be dead."

"Comes with the territory, I guess," I agreed before sighing and taking a long breath. "Right, we still need to figure out what we are doing. We should get in contact with the others to at least tell them what's going on and make sure they are okay. Depending on the situation, we may just wait for them to pick us up… or we might try and find our own ride off this planet."

"No stealing shipments of spice," Tatnia said, looking at me sternly. "Yes, we could make a ton of money, but it would not be worth it. You were nervous about getting Black Sun's attention, that's how you get people like them to take an interest in someone."

"Alright, I didn't want to do that anyway. But that's going to reduce the pool for potential ships by a lot," I pointed out. "Especially because if we are worried about messing with the spice, then the ships delivering materials to treat the mediari would also be off limits."

"... Damn, you're right," Tatnia agreed, chewing her lips.

"For now, let's focus on step one, finding an off-world capable comms unit," I suggested, getting two nods in agreement.

The way that communication systems worked in Star Wars was one of the reasons I was so glad I negotiated for a general knowledge package before the entities dropped me off in my cell oh so long ago. In both canon lines, the handheld comms units sometimes acted like walkie-talkies, other times, they acted like cell phones, and while Legends did talk about things like the Holonet using buoys to connect planets together for the equivalent of the internet, none of what I was exposed to talked deeply about what the Holonet was, save an internet equivalent. That wasn't surprising, as most of these books were written in the early 2000s when the internet was just becoming something exciting and potentially useful, not the ever-present behemoth that touched every corner of our daily lives like it was by the time I died.

In this universe, almost every planet had a local form of internet, even if it was just an extensive network connecting information together rather than a source of entertainment or convenience. The majority of planetary communications ran through or alongside those systems, and the vast majority of handheld comms units could use those systems to connect to people also on the planet.

The Holonet, on the other hand, was an interplanetary internet, essentially a premium service. You needed to pay for access and frequently had to pay more for individual subscriptions to each "website" for full access. You could also pay to have access to a planet's local internet equivalent with their Holonet uplink, which was how people could see stuff the Empire would rather censor, as a local planetary server hosted it, and you, as the viewer, were just streaming data, rather than an entire file.

Shockingly enough, that was only the top layer of knowledge, the kind of information most people already knew. I knew that most interplanetary banking services played by different rules, for example, with the Holonet letting them through so anyone could access them. There were also many subsystems, optional services, off-brand equivalents, and sharing methods that I vaguely knew existed but weren't included in my download since the details weren't common knowledge.

All of this came down to one thing. We needed to find a comms system that had Holonet capabilities, as most comms units could access local internet, but not Holonet. It was a strange distinction for me, someone who was used to being able to access almost any information with just a cell phone, but my local knowledge just accepted it as a fact of life.

Technically a Hyperwave unit would also be able to communicate with the Chariot, but since those were only found on ships, so that was off the table unless we grabbed one.

"So, what's our best bet?" I asked, watching as another industrial complex passed by on the left.

The smokestacks were huge, reaching out the top of the dome and pouring out green smoke. Dozens of workers climbed the scaffolding, walked around platforms, and went about their work. I couldn't see any that were wearing collars.

"Honestly, our best bet to find a Holonet link and a ship is the same place, the spaceport," Tatnia explained. "A Holonet connection is required to have a starport function. Otherwise, Holonet connection is basically random, beyond maybe excluding poor people."

"I assume you mean like a civilian port rather than one the refineries are using to ship stuff in and out?"

"Well, they both would, but again, not worth the trouble."

"Yeah, but hijacking a ship from a spaceport… seems like a big step. I mean, this is technically an Imperial world, right?"

"Yes, and we are lucky it is. If we were sent to a spice mine in Hutt space, we would likely have been implanted with a slave chip, not wearing a prison collar," Vaz explained. "Slave implants are illegal in Imperial space."

"Besides, we have plans to eventually join the Rebellion, remember?" Tatnia pointed out. "If we don't end up from this, we will eventually work with them."

"Right, you're right. Okay, civilian spaceport it is. Maybe we can find something that Nevue can buy off of us." I responded before wincing and looking back at Vaz. "You don't have an issue with the Rebellion, do you?"

"No, I do not," She replied. "I have felt the effects of Imperial human elitism and find it distasteful. As long as my needs are met, and I find honor in our job, I have no issues with working with the Rebellion."

"Good, okay. The new first step, find out where the nearest spaceport is…."

That turned out to be easily done, as the speeder we were in had a robust computer system built into the console, letting me look up the information and get directions. As I worked, Tatnia found an empty alleyway to park, pulling down and out of sight. After a few minutes of scanning for info, we ran into the first problem.

"Okay, we need a way to get out of this dome and into another," I explained. "The nearest civilian spaceport is a handful of domes away."

"If we wish to remain unseen, the checkpoints are unlikely to be viable," Vaz pointed out.

"Unless… we sneak into a transport," I suggested with a thoughtful frown. "There has to be cargo going between the bubbles, right? Well, we can hop in one, ride it to the next bubble, then repeat the process to the next one. Here, take a look."

I pulled up a simplified but well-labeled map on the small screen embedded in the dashboard. Vaz leaned forward to get a better view as I pointed at the first dome.

"We are here, and we need to get here," I explained, dragging my finger across the screen to our destination. "That's three bubbles, not including this one. The roadways don't split between any of them, which means any transport we hop on going through the right checkpoint will arrive at the right bubble, assuming they don't have to divert. We might have to get rough if they do, but we might have to get rough with any plan we make."

"It's not a bad idea…" Tatnia admitted. "We would need to get some masks, there is no way the back of a hauler is sealed enough to keep the acidic air out."

"On a planet like this, every building we step into is going to have some," I assured her. "All we have to do is stick our heads into a few buildings, look into a few cars, and we will find some."

"Alright, it's our best bet to get there without being spotted," She agreed, looking at Vaz. "What do you think?"

"I agree," She responded with a nod. "This seems like the best way to travel and stay hidden."

"Alright, then we need to get our hands on some more masks, then make our way over to the right checkpoint and look for a ride."

"We need to find some clothes for Vaz, too," Tatnia added, prompting me to look back at the Shistavanen.

She looked down at her clothes, pulling at the orange prison jumpsuit. Tatnia and I were still wearing the same clothes we had arrived in, washed and cleaned at the same time as we had been during the rinse after each shift.

"I want new clothes as well," I said. "And to burn these. The rinses may have been cleaning them, but I doubt it was as good as a sonic shower."

Vaz chuckled at my joke, weak as it was, which I appreciated. After a few more minutes of planning, we got to work, Titania and I leaving Vaz with the speeder before heading off to find what we needed for our plan. She wasn't thrilled about staying behind, but between her jumpsuit and the rarity of her species, she would have stuck out like a sore thumb.

My first assumption turned out to be correct, as we only had to check a few places before we found the first thing we needed, filtration masks. We poked our heads into the back entrance of a warehouse, then what looked like a storage shed, before finally stumbling into a guard's shack along the outskirts of a work yard. We must have gotten lucky and happened on it during break or something because the small structure was empty but had a cabinet with several masks. There was even one that would fit Vaz, which considering how different her face was structured than most humanoids, was lucky.

Finding Vaz some clothes turned out to be even more difficult, but eventually, we found something, settling on a large shirt she could pull over her jumpsuit, as well as a cloak. It wasn't the best solution, but instead of screaming "escaped convict," she screamed "bad news," which I thought was a solid step in the right direction. We gave up finding clothes for ourselves because, as much as I hated the idea, we would survive for now.

Once everything was gathered, we returned to the speeder to find Vaz struggling to stay awake in the back seat, which considering we had been up for around twenty hours, wasn't surprising. We ended up taking turns getting some rest, one of us keeping watch while the rest of us recuperated a bit.

The following day Tatnia drove us out of the alleyway and across the dome, stopping a few blocks away from the checkpoint through the environmental shield. She parked the speeder deep into an alleyway, as out of sight as possible, before Tatnia and I moved closer to the road to look for anyone heading to the checkpoint.

About an hour later, we spotted what we were looking for. A large speeder, hauling a trailer full of cargo, covered in a thick tarp already loose in the back. As it pulled around the corner, I conjured a flame atronach as far down the street as I could, right next to a stack of crates and boxes. With a mental command, I ordered it to knock over the pile, the construct immediately moving.

The boxes tumbled and rolled, some of them making it to the road. The speeder hauler slammed on the brakes, the hauler swerving and slowing down, stopping right before hitting the largest container. I dismissed my atronach as I waved Vaz over, the three of us sprinting towards the back of the cargo trailer while the driver climbed out of the speeder, shouting and cursing, kicking at one of the crates. One after the other, we climbed into the back, sliding into the gaps between the cargo. I climbed in last, making sure to pull the tarp back into place, folding and shoving it back into position. We quietly waited, listening to the driver curse and shout, though I had no idea what they were saying.

After a few minutes, we could hear the empty crates being pushed and dragged, shoved clear of the road before the driver climbed back into the hauler, still muttering under their breath. A few seconds later and we were on the move.
 
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