They were kept in the dark, away from the light, away from everything. She sat on the floor, it was so cramped in this box. So many bodies, a thick film of sweat had begun to coat her body. Every few seconds, the cry of an infant would sound only to be hushed. The slavers did not like too much noise, especially when they were a few minutes away from being put out for market. Suddenly, the door to the box opened and fresh air spilled in. Ursa stood, squinting against the light of the outside world "Alright! All of you, come forward!"
Sneering, Ursa stood up. There was a time when she would have fought her captors. It had had passed long ago, the fight had been beaten out of her, a metal plate with a lop had been fused to her flesh. With every yank on the chain that connected her to her fellow captives it felt like it would be torn from her chest. Grimacing, Ursa followed the line out and into market.
Despite the fact that every bit of her body ached and exhaustion had stolen the fight from her, Ursa sneered at her handler and gnashed her teeth at him. He leapt back with curse and landed on the ground and scurried away "Fucking bitch."
She heard a loud and ragged laugh from a few feet away. Turning, Ursa found that she was the subject of observation. The observer being a rough type in Ravager garb. He was sapphire blue with a face only a mother could love. It was a hackneyed mess of scars and wrinkles. What she thought was hair, turned out to be some sort of mechanical enhancement, it brought out the ruddy color of his eyes.
A chuckle escaped her lips as she winked at him Sadly, the interaction was brought to a painful end just as the head honcho punched her in the gut. Ursa saw the stars for a moment, and smile accompanied the bit of red that bubbled onto her grey lips "What're you smiling at?"
The boss sneered as her yellows eyes peeked out from behind the ragged strands of crimson that had fallen from the neat braids. "I saw the stars…"
His fingers laced into her hair as he threw her back in line "Cracked up bitch."
Ursa wiped the blood from her lips and rubbed her stomach, massaging away the pain "Asshole."
The metal of the slave garb dug into her skin, creating sores and turning her slate grey skin, black and purple. Groaning, Ursa followed the line at the beckoning tug of her chains. The slavers took her from the Knowhere mines. Apparently she was an exotic specimen, and with no one to miss her, a prime target for the slave trade.
A bucket of cold water was overturned just above her head. She shrieked in surprise along with all the other women. Shaking with the cold, Ursa moved with the hopes of getting the liquid into the crevices of the metal and her skin. If only to provide relief. Another forceful tug brought her to the center of the marketplace. She kept her eyes cast downward, doing her best to keep the attention of buyers off her. Life in the box was shit, but life as a sex slave would be hell.
That is, until a pair of boots stepped into her line of vision. Ursa watched as a hand reached out and a finger tucked itself under her chin. She looked up and found the Ravager from earlier. Up close, he wasn't any easier to look at. When he smiled, he showed uneven teeth, some of them metal, some of them real. Unable to control her mouth, Ursa looked him over and muttered "You're one ugly piece of work."
Ursa had been expecting punishment for the insult, to her surprise she got a laugh "Ya got a mouth on ya!"
He was loud, the deep sandpaper quality of his voice shook the women that stood of either side of her. She remained calm and did not shy from him "S'yer name girl?"
Ursa looked away and down the line and the slavers, they were watching the interaction. "Grey Bitch."
The Ravager chuckled, clearly not believing her. He walked around her, eyeing her body up and down. Suddenly, he lashed out and smacked her ass "Hey!"
Ursa spun and aimed a fist to his face. The chain was yanked and she screamed as the metal on her chest pulled her down. One of the slavers grabbed her by the neck and pulled her back. The Ravager seemed completely unperturbed by the events taking place in front of him. "How much?"
The slaver stared at him, slack jawed "But… She—?"
"How much!?"
Ursa glared at the Ravager from the slits of her eyes. The slaver thought for a moment and came up with a price "500 units."
She struggled against his grip until he let her go. The Ravager shook his head "Girl's a wild one, untrained. 200 units."
Ursa looked up at him and snarled, only getting a smirk in return. The pair continued to barter her life until they reached an agreement a mere 10 minutes later "350 units."
"Deal."
The Ravager stood by as Ursa was unchained from the line-up and her leash was handed off to him. Much to her surprise, her new owner did not yank on the chain. Placing an arm around her shoulders, he lead her through the market and away from the line-up. Ursa snarled at the ground. "Never told me yer name, girl."
She remained quiet and refused to look at him. Much to his displeasure. They were at the edge of the market place now, standing before what she assumed to be his ship. He turned and stood in front of her "I'm thinkin ya should be a bit nicer ta the 'ugly piece of work' that just took ya away from all that."
Ursa grabbed the chain and yanked on it, grimacing as the metal fusion pulled at her skin "One prison for another. Why should I be grateful."
Smirking, the Ravager unclipped the chain from the plate "Ya work fer me…"
Ursa blinked as he walked away "Tailor will set ya up with a uniform. Welcome ta the Ravagers, girl."