Raiders
The sounds of flesh slapping together, moans, grunts, and whimpering could be heard coming from the center of a large crowd. A split in the crowd the other prisoners and me to see the scene of cruelty, abuse, and obscenity in a depression in the floor. Three people were in the depression of the arena like room buried deep within the ship of our capturers. An unfortunate girl, a little older than me, was being raped by two large, sweaty, grimy pirates. The poor girl's clothes were ripped and her soft flesh red from abuse. A dazed, empty look filled her eyes having long given up fighting against her abusers.
A third man forced his way into the debacle and forced himself on the girl's rear. She shrieked as her ass was defiled, the sound muffled against one of the other pirate's waist. The three men sneered as they continued to rape her before they finally finished with her. Moving away, they left the girl's weak, abused, and defiled body in the middle of the depression. A taller pirate, a Weequay, snapped at two men with slave collars who quickly came forth and dragged the girl away. An older woman, one of the freshly captured, came forward and covered the girl in a rough blanket.
"Who's next?" A tall pirate with scars up and down his arms growled.
"How about this one? She's got a pretty face," one with a nasty scar down the left side of his face sneered. I looked around to see who he was talking about but gasped and stiffened in fear when I saw him walking towards me. I cowered as best I could in the corner and struggled against him as Scar-face tried to drag me onto the floor.
"No, please!" I shrieked. "Please don't!"
"Come on little girl!" Scar-face snapped yanking me off my feet. The man let me go and my face hit the metal floor. I tried to crawl away but the man grabbed me and forced my face back into the floor. He pinned my arms behind my back before yanking down my pants.
"No!" I shrieked, tears in my eyes. "Please don't! Please I'm begging you!"
Scar-face ignored my pleas and cries as he started to grope me, sneering in my ear, "You've got a nice ass. I'm going to enjoy fucking it." I whimpered and cried softly as he continued to tease me.
"Krillin! Leave her be!" a loud gravelly voice cried out. On the edge of my vision I saw an older man with neatly trimmed long grey hair and immaculately tailored navy blue suit and overcoat.
The man, Krillin, got off me and I quickly covered myself back up and curled into a ball. He smirked and leered at the old man. "Does the captain wish to have this one for himself? I know you like them young, sir."
"Stow it Krillin. I know how you are with woman. This one would fetch us a pretty penny in the market, but if I let you have your way with her we'll be lucky if we get a thousand credits. No, I think someone else should have the pleasure of breaking her in," the captain stated in deep gravelly tones. The captain scanned the room before his gaze finally settled in a man nestled in the corner. He wore black armor with green highlights that covered his entire body. A black bodysuit could be see between the gaps in his armor plates. A dark moody presence seemed to ooze form his being and it felt like he was glaring at the world with utter distain from under that T-visor of his.
"Mandalorian, you can break the girl in," the captain ordered. "The girls you've had have always fetched higher than usual prices. Do as you wish, but remember: don't damage the merchandise."
The armored being detached himself from the wall and stalked towards me. Krillin backed away, distain and fear written on his face. I whimpered and cried out as the Mandalorian gripped my arm. He yanked me to my feet and dragged me from the arena like room. He led me down a long corridor in the pirates' ship. Opening a seemingly random door, he shoved me inside and I fell upon the cold metal floor. I scrambled to get up and scurried to the corner terrified. The Mandalorian bolted the door shut and started to remove his armor. Each piece hit the floor with a deep resounding thunk. He slowly advanced towards me as he stripped himself of his armor.
When he was standing over me, the only piece left was his helmet. He reached up and slowly removed it, twisting it to break the seal. A soft hiss escaped and he set the helmet down. He ran a hand through his slightly sweaty hair brushing it back from his face. The Mandalorian had rough features but still had some roundness to him from his youth. He had shoulder-length dark blonde hair and piercing cold blue eyes. Several days' worth of facial growth covered his jaw.
"Quit cowering," the young man growled. "I'm not going to do a damn thing to you. If you're cold, there's a blanket in the closet you can use." He started to remove his black body suit, it peeling off his toned body in several large pieces. I slowly moved to the closet and found the extra blanket he indicated. It was made of a rough woolen fabric and was a dingy brown but it was warm. I quickly and tightly wrapped myself up and nestled myself in the corner.
"I told you, you don't have to be afraid. I am not one of those barbarians," the Mandalorian growled as he put on slacks and a loose black shirt. I watched the smooth planes of his muscular back move as he dressed. If he wasn't so damn terrifying, he would have been rather attractive. Finally dressed in normal clothes, he turned back towards me and I noticed his eyes were slightly softer.
"If you're not one of them, then why are you here with them?" I asked hesitantly. "Why did you help them invade my village?"
"Captain Korin is paying me good money to provide extra firepower to his crew. He's been experiencing some unexpected resistance out here. However, unlike these barbarian pirates, I don't take pleasure in mindless killing and violence," the Mandalorian explained.
"But, you're a Mandalorian. Isn't your entire race based on fighting and violence?" I asked.
"Directed violence, fighting for honor and duty. We fight for a reason, not just for the pure joy of fighting," he explained. "Mandalorians enjoy a good fight and are always looking for someone to challenge our strength but we are not violent, mindless barbarians.
"I helped attack your village because I was ordered to by Captain Korin. That is all."
"I'm sorry," I whispered, holding myself tighter.
"Don't be," he growled. "Mandalorians have always had a bad rap."
"So what will happen to us?"
"You mean the other villagers?" I nodded. "They will be sold off to slavers and Captain Korin will make a nice profit. What happens to them is up to their new masters."
"Oh," I whimpered. "What do you plan on doing to me?"
"Nothing. But I am protecting you. So long as the others think I am taking advantage of you and having some fun, they won't touch you. But if one of them is stupid enough to do so, let me know and I'll break their arms."
He sat down on his bunk and rested against the bulkhead. He drew up one knee up and had the other tucked under it, lying flat on the bed. He grabbed a holobook and began reading. I bit my lip and keeping the blanket around me, stood up.
"Um, where are your facilities?" I asked nervously. The Mandalorian barely looked up from his holo and said, "Head is a right down the hall. Third corridor, take a left, and then the fourth door on the right. It ain't exactly four-stars and I advise you take care of your business quickly."
I nodded and dropped the blanket. I quickly made my way through the ship to the facilities. The Mandalorian was right when he said this place was bad. It was dirty and grimy, but it wasn't completely filthy. It consisted of bare toilets with no divider walls and basic metal sinks. I gulped and went to the nearest, cleanest looking toilet and slipped my pants down. I took care of my business as quickly as I could, but I couldn't do it quick enough.
The second I finished, a large burly man walked in. He was all muscle and stood at least seven feet tall. He was unbelievably hairy and smelled horrible. I whimpered as he walked towards me but he just grunted.
"You're the Mandalorian's new girl aren't you?" he grunted. I nodded and he just grunted again.
"I advise you don't leave his room without him. Some of the men here aren't as scared of him as they should be," Mountain man growled. I nodded again and quickly washed my hands before scurrying back to the Mandalorian's room.
He hadn't moved.
I picked up the blanket again and returned to my corner.
"You don't have to lie down there. You can join me on the bed," Mandalorian said flatly. I blushed but did so, sitting on the edge of the bed as far away from him as the bed would let me.
"What is your name?" He asked offhandedly.
"May, sir," I replied meekly. He grunted and replied, "Jäeger."
I think I fell asleep at some point sitting there in the silence. Jäeger hadn't been much of a talker. He just sat there reading his holo, so I was left alone with my thoughts. Wondering how I got into this mess. Things used to be so much better. Now I don't know what was going to happen to me. Jäeger had managed to lie down in a relatively comfortable position at some point while I slept. He looked so peaceful in his sleep, not the cold hardened man he is when awake.
I bit my lip, surprisingly tempted to lie down beside him. His warm chiseled body looked inviting, especially now that he had removed his shirt and I could see his finely-toned muscles and broad features.
Chewing my lip more, I lied down beside him, but I refrained from snuggling with him. I quietly watched Jäeger' slow breathing and the steady pulse of his neck. There was something familiar about Jäeger, something that reminded me about a man I knew from a former life. Pain lanced my heart as painful memories surfaced. Jäeger shifted in his sleep and I heard him whisper something, but I wasn't able to make out what he said. I sighed and tried to drift back to sleep.
I made a soft little coo when I came to in the morning, my long red hair an absolute mess. I ran my fingers though my hair trying to smooth it out when I felt something tighten around my waist. I glanced down and my breath caught as I realized Jäeger's strong arm was gently wrapped around my waist. Not wanting to disturb him or return to the harsh reality that was my life now, I lied back down snuggling back up against my Mandalorian capturer's hard body.
I sighed as I ran my fingers over the rippling muscle of his abdomen. Despite not wanting to think about it, my mind kept going back to the horrible events of yesterday. The day had started off normal enough until a large battered frigate descended out of the Ruusani sky. Pirates had come charging out of the cargo bay doors, blasters blazing, setting upon the human settlement I had called home.
They had killed several of the men before we had been forced to surrender. The pirates had been ruthless, killing all the old and frail in my village before shoving the rest into their hold and proceeding to defile all the young woman.
Those horrible memories made me cringe and cling tighter to Jäeger. He stiffened before exploding in a blur of motion. I squeaked as he pinned me beneath him, fist cocked back to punch me. Situational awareness returned to him after two seconds and sat back on his thighs.
"Sorry about that. Not used to waking up next to really cute redheads," Jäeger stated as the tension left his body. If was wasn't so terrified by his reaction I would have blushed at that offhanded comment. He climbed off me as I tried to calm my breathing.
"How did me grabbing you set you off but not my light teasing of your abs?" I asked confused.
"I have weird sleeping tendencies. Wait, you were teasing my abs?" He shot a very confused look over his shoulder as he started to put back on his body suit. I blushed and brush a lock of hair behind my ear. He finished putting on his armor, nestling his helmet in the crook of his arm. "I'm going to go get some grub. You stay here and don't open that door."
I nodded getting out of bed and teasing my hair back to normalcy.
"If you want something else to wear, you can try and find something in my closet, but it's all men's large so…" I gave him an understanding smile. He twisted on his helmet returning to the cold warrior he was. He headed out the door leaving me to my lonesome. I stretched and got up. Even though Jäeger had told me I needed to stay in the room, I really needed to use the facilities again. Sneaking out and down the hall, I made it to the facilities. There happened to be a grimy mirror but it was clean enough for me to look in it. My hair was still messy and sleep still clung to my emerald green eyes. I wiped some of the sleep from my eyes and did my business without incident.
I wasn't so lucky on the way back.
I turned a corner and slammed right into a greasy body. I gulped when I looked up and saw it was Krillin. He leered at me with a lopsided grin. He grabbed me and pinned me against the wall. My heart was pounding in my ear as he leaned in and sniffed my neck.
"Hehehe, fear is a good smell on you," he snickered. He forced my hands above my head and began to undo my blouse.
"Get your hands off of me! The Mandalorian will have your head!" I screamed. Krillin frowned. Suddenly my world turned white as he backhanded me. I tasted blood in my mouth and my lip was on fire.
"I don't give a fuck about your little boyfriend. He's all talk. I've killed men bigger than him and I've broken women much stronger than you." He sneered as he leaned in and licked my neck. I shivered and tried to break away. I shot my knee out trying to caught him in the crotch. Krillin grunted as I got him in the thigh. He punched me in the gut driving the air out of my lungs. Gasping for breath, I was helpless as Krillin finished undoing my blouse revealing my black cotton bra.
"You have three seconds to remove your hands from her before I remove them from your body." I turned to see Jäeger standing there like the Angel of Death.
"I ain't afraid of you," Krillin snarled.
"I think you should be dumbass," I whispered. Krillin released me only to backhand me again. I cried out in pain as I fell to the ground. I spun around, lying there on the ground in time to see Jäeger slam Krillin's head into the wall. Krillin bounced off and tried to throw a punch only for Jäeger to grab his arm and snap it like a twig. Krillin screamed in pain, falling to his knees. Jäeger kicked Krillin in the head with his armored boot. Krillin's head dented the wall before he slummed down, unconscious.
"What did I tell you?" Jäeger asked as he yanked me to my feet.
"Don't leave the room," I muttered.
"And now you know why."
I nodded as my angry savior hauled me back to his room. There on the desk were two trays with what resembled food. Jäeger pointed towards the bed and I dutifully sat like a child being scolded.
"This ship is a rats' nest of thieves, rapists, and murderers. You cannot leave this room." Jäeger brought over a tray and I nearly gagged on the smell. "It's not as bad as it smells. Try and stomach it because it's all they have got."
I swallowed and managed to shoved the rather tasteless grey gloop into my mouth. It had the consistency of slimy mash potatoes. I forced it down and it did manage to fill me up, but I could only imagine what it was doing to my system. Jäeger shoved it down like it was chocolate pudding.
Jäeger took our trays back to the mess hall and just as he returned a comlink on his desk started going off. Jäeger glanced over at it before turning towards me.
"Anything you hear within the next ten minutes is completely confidential and classified. Breath a word of it to anyone and I will have to kill you along with everyone on this damn ship." Jäeger removed his helmet and picked up the comlink. He entered a code before bringing it up to his ear.
"Mando here," he said. "Go vod,"
"Can't you take that on your helmet com?" I asked quietly.
"Comlink is encrypted to the point where I can't link it to my helmet. Di'kutla techs. No, not you. I may have company," Jäeger stated into the comlink. "Hey I am doing my job here! This isn't the first time this has happened either!"
I shifted uncomfortably as Jäeger continued to talk to a disgruntled voice on the other end of the comm.
"No, so far we have not attacked any planets under Republic control. These pirates are smart. They're preying on independent systems on the edge of Hutt Space. It's only a matter of time before the Hutts themselves get sick of these guys and kill them off."
The other end barked at Jäeger.
"No, I will let you know when we enter Republic space. And failing that I'll just put a damn bomb in the engine room and blow these bastards to Hell," Jäeger explained. "Also we took cargo recently. The captain saddled me with another poor girl to 'train'. Going to need you to pick this one up at the auction in three days' time. Nar Shaddaa again."
The other end said something in an aggravated tone.
"Oh shove it up your shebs! You told me to go deep undercover and to maintain that cover until the job was done! Now, I will let you know when we make port." He snapped the comlink shut and tossed it onto the desk. He dug a rifle out of the closet and started to field strip it down and clean it.
"So, um, what happened to those other girls you had to train? What is this place anyway?" I asked hesitantly.
"Welcome aboard the Bloody Hawk; captained by one Shev Korin. He and his band of thieves and murderers go around the Outer Rim pillaging, raping, and trading. He's been trafficking humans lately and letting his men break in the newest women. The pricing he's been able to get ranges depending on who gets them, but he's been sending the prettier ones my way because mine apparently fetch higher prices.
"But the thing is, I don't actually touch those girls. I keep them safe and let them be. When we make port to sell the latest cargo into slavery, my handler makes sure he buys the girl I got and then the money goes to me as part of my share for the haul. Win-win because I save a life and my handler gets to keep his money," Jäeger explained as he oiled down the intricate metal parts of his weapon.
"Who do you work for?"
Jäeger slid the barrel back onto the firing mechanism. "That you will find out soon enough."
I hmphed at the avoidance. Jäeger finished cleaning his gun before taking off segments of his armor and started maintaining that.
"Got anything for me to do?"
"Got holobooks but they are mainly survival books and gun holozines. Not much in my library for little girls to read."
"Hey I am twenty!"
"And I'm twenty-five."
I hmphed again.
Suddenly a klaxon started blaring. Jäeger strapped back on his armor and jackknifed to his feet. He grabbed his rifle and checked the load.
"Stay here. There's a hold-out blaster under the pillow. Anyone tries to come through that door, shoot them." Jäeger left and bolted the door shut. I immediately grabbed the small hold-out blaster and clutched it tightly.
