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It hangs from chains<br><br> | |||
twists around<br><br> | |||
chilly lowgravity and heavy traquiliezers<br><br> | |||
you can hear its cry<br><br> | |||
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Her eyes are crossed with greed and compassion...it seems so helpless but is worth so much money to the bile merchants. | |||
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Slavery...but worse...Crime so forbidden that most people are unware of its ancient trade... | |||
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Most people dont even know these creatures even exist...hidden in tents in the deserts for a thousand years...now displaced by war, progress, and the push of Space. | |||
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Shots are fired...they instantly echo in my memory...shots fired in the past...echo in my memory of shots fired in the future
rage bent time shreds...like empty shell casings left behind in black alley skum water.
I am hauling my fat ass up this wet back street alley. Running as fast as I can carry my heaving bulk.
My heart is pounding and aching in my chest...but I am going to kill that little fucker. I was just crossing the road...no one better try to even think of killing this buddah.
I lost him for a bit and I jog weary down the piss and vomit garden or biocast excreflowers.
Past open back doors of sleezy bars and clubs...sure as shit the little fuck ducks in the first one that did not have a bouncer...
I am mobbed at the back door and cant push my sweaty girth through the crowd...people are giving me dirty looks.
I feel a sting in my ass and feel a wave of chemicals wash over me...I see the dark medical eyes of an asian girl who blankly affrims that I am now about to slip out of control...
I am tossled. Somesone screams and points at me...
A flashing light concusses off the walls with a orange and yellow throb...trails of neon pink and red tear my vision like cat claws...
There is a marine type dude drawing back his fist...and my vision explodes into painful fireworks.
I am being grabbed by a bouncer and thrown out the front door...the icy wind bites into my blood wet face...lights in the distance dance in menaceing patterns...I stumbele forward.
I am using the hate in my gut to lead me to that little fuck; I am going to kill that fucking fuck.
Space Bazar
"Who ever let these freaks into space...much less pilot their own ships", glint eyed, White Buzz quips from his angry smile shooting his remark to his co-pilot.
"Target practice at the Koran...and my CO is french kissing a god damned book..."
A mismatched caravan of cargo cruisers lift off and float around chaotically nearly colldiding several times. A ground man is screaming frustrated commands to a pilot who appears to be grokked out of his mind on cheap VatWine.
After more near misses...20 mins later...
Glad to see them go the caravan smoothly slips into the distance...
...no one suspects the cargo they carry is so illegal.
It hangs from chains
twists around
chilly lowgravity and heavy traquiliezers
you can hear its cry
Her eyes are crossed with greed and compassion...it seems so helpless but is worth so much money to the bile merchants.
Slavery...but worse...Crime so forbidden that most people are unware of its ancient trade...
Most people dont even know these creatures even exist...hidden in tents in the deserts for a thousand years...now displaced by war, progress, and the push of Space.
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