It was close to nightfall when we finally reached the slave camp, which was little more than a collection of ramshackle tents in the midst of a particularly wide ravine. At least the night provided welcome relief from the heat. My shoulder wound ached throughout the journey and my arm felt like a live wire. Of course, I said nothing to my captors.
I was shepherded into a cot in one of the tents, passing out almost immediately. So exhausted was I that, in spite of my predicament, I had the best sleep I'd had in ages. Unfortunately, I was not to sleep for long, for just before sunrise I was roused awake.
"Statement: Rise and shine, young master, rise and shine!"
Disoriented, I opened my eyes, forgetting for a moment where I was. Before me stood a droid, a combat model I've not seen before, armed with a pair of what looked like heavy duty blasters.
"Exuberant exclamation: You better rise, young master, or I will be forced to shock you with one of the many prods I have at my disposal! Assuredly, nothing would displease me more!"
That did not sound pleasant at all and I quickly rose to my feet.
"Disappointed observation: Awww, shucks, you're up master!"
I took a closer look at the droid: a rusty red durasteel chassis, heavily sloped metal face, eyes that looked as if they were gleaming with malice. Running afoul of him would likely be highly unpleasant.
"Statement: time to work, master! Our gracious hosts will be most disappointed if they see you failed to meet your daily quota!"