When you wake up, some things are expected, seeing your bedroom, the street where you blacked out or the hospital room they sent you to because you thought it was a good idea to play with a fully loaded gun.

For some reasons, I can't remember a lot, some trivia from my past like Hitler loved dogs, I know this guy was batshit insane but I don't remember why, an old friend maybe.

Anyway, First rule of waking up in a room with a lot of people dressed with rags, make sure nothing is pocking my behind, it look like a crazy RP sex play. Better safe than sorry.

I tried to raise my arms but only one worked and looking at my left I was not surprised. Nothing here. Now that I think about it, I only see from one eye. You could ask yourself how I missed it and I would answer: I don't know, maybe it's the fact, I'm missing memories, or just learned one of my arms was cut off or better yet, the fact I'm apparently wearing cuffs.

I really need to stop thinking like other people can hear me, I'll end up crazy.

So I'm not sure why or where I am. Good news is I heard two of those strangely dressed people speak and I understand them. Some have strange tentacles thing on their head but I'll put these on the fetish list, don't judge people.

So what must a guy do when waking up with "slaves" in a room cuffed to a wall waiting for some slaver to put an exploding chip on my brain?

One of the older women, can't guess her age and won't because fuck you, gave me a quick resume of what was happening. Really nice girl strange skin color, blue, really? Is she a giant murf? And tentacle on her head? Cringe much?

Back at my question, what should fucker do? I'll fucking pull a Martin Luther king out of my ass. I know the guy had balls of steel but can't remember why. I'm tired of these "limited knowledge" bullshit.

Anyway, I stood on one leg, because someone thought cutting my left arm and left leg funny, aided by the blue lady.

"My fellow captured people. Hear me, see me and listen to me. I HAD A DREAM! I had a dream the common man would stand on his feet with his brother and sister without care of their origins. I dreamed of a world where neighbors would push each other up instead of down. A world where children would not fear the future for their ancestor and parents worked hard to give them the best they could. Not just for them, but for everyone.

These savages captured us, want to enslave us but they are alone and united we will stand against theirs rules. We do not fight for ourselves, we fight for an idea, for an ideal. We fight for freedom, for liberty, for OUR FUTURE!

Stand and walk with me, not for me. No man should be above his fellow men or women. United we are strong, alone we are weak. We are the daughters and sons of god, he gave us life, free will and liberty to make us grow and learn from our experience. Do not fear death as it is only the beginning of a new adventure.

STAND! Show them your will to live! Your will to fight! STAND and do not give them the joy to think they own you.

Come with me and when they ask you who you are to stand against them answer them :

'My name is legion, for we are many!' "

I'm either the greatest orator alive, or the best scammer in the world. My speech made them stand and act. As one they broke the door of our cells and rushed the slavers and other holdings cells. The women used makeshift weapon while the men rushed using their rage as fuel to take down the slavers.

I was moving slowly, the loss of one leg would do that to you, who would have thought? Not me.

I could see blinding, maybe dead would be slave and slaver on the ground but as we walked there was more slavers than slave dead. Give a weapon to a desperate man and see what happen, I saw and it's frightening.

Ever since I left the cell I had this strange sensation of being judged by the blue lady. She kept staring at me while we walked. Some time we would pass injured slaves and they saluted me by pressing their fist to their hearth. I nodded every time. Made them act like rebels to free myself, I could at least thank them.

I really ho..!what the fuck is this things! We were in what look like the main room. On the side were rows of kneeling … orc? With slave pointing guns at their heads but more importantly the dead looking slug on the ground. What the heck is this shit.

I looked at the ex-slave. They were staring at me expectantly. I feel like shit. I'm not some kind of messiah you crazy people. I'm barely sane and can't fucking move alone!

I sighed deeply. Inner MLK, please don't fail me!

"Well done comrade. Our first step to freedom! Stand proud of what you did, you threw the shackles of oppression down, you stand now as free men and women, free to choose your fate. Do not look at me, nor any men or women to give you orders or guide you. Ask for help, for advice but never for direction. We stand here as equal and never should someone be more equal then another.

Give these people their just punishment. For years they lived on your sacrifice, on the blood of slaves, and now, you must punish them for it. Do not loose yourself on revenge, try them justly and fairly. Give them what they refused you, show them you are better than them!"

The MLK is strong in me. This guy must have been awesome.

Some were glaring at me and I glared back. Come at me bro, I ain't aff... right one leg and arm down. I take it back, I'm sorry please don't hit me.

The blue lady was looking strangely pleased with herself and I'm now convinced her tentacle are not just cosplay accessories. Also, I have horns now, and facial tattoos. What the fuck I am?

….

Who the fuck I am?

I can't remember my name. I have flash of growing somewhere with people looking like the current me but I remember nothing like names of people or places.

While I was thinking they apparently took care of the slug body, throwing him in a pit in the middle of the room. Blue led me on a chair where the body of the slug was and helped me to sit down.

They have robots! Ho my gods! It speak!

"Greeting Sir. I'm droid VD0254103. I served as the now dead Jabba translator droid when majordomo Fortuna was otherwise occupied. As my master as been killed and the current people occupying the palace answer ultimatly to you, my programme designed you as my current owner."

Ha, I own a robot. Cool. Wait what?

XoX Blue twi'lek XoX

When I received the mission to infiltrate the slave ring found on Ryloth I knew I would en up on Tatooine. Most of the slave in the galaxy come from here as Jabba deal mostly in slave.

I let them capture me and waited for the perfect time to escape with all the proofs necessary to take down the officials on Ryloth. Jabbah was protected by powerful people and it would be impossible to take it down with the rest.

It was the plan until they put me in a cell with others people waiting for their chip. They all looked defeated and the Zabrak int the back of the cell looked dead. Two of his limbs were missing. Few dared to enslave Zabrak. Their species was well taught in self defense but more than that, they were too proud to stay slave. Most of them preferred dying over being slaves.

I could sens he was dead but somehow, someway, he came back to life.

He looked around than to me and asked what was happening. I gave him a quick resume of the situation and helped him stand.

His speech raised the prisoners spirit and gave them the will to fight. I knew the Zabrak were determined and confident but to start a breakout in a slaver base was something else. What I thought would end in a crushing defeat for the prisoners ended with a quick victory.

They released everyone and killed the slavers and guard. Contrary to what I expected, they did not kill everyone. When waiting for the Zabrak orders, he did not give any. He talked about equality and help but no guidance and order.

Never before had I seen someone in his position refuse power willingly given.

I helped him sit in and discretely went to a computer to send my report and ask for further instructions. I did not want to leave too soon. I wanted to see where this "revolution" would go. I honestly hopped for their success.

XoX Cliegg XoX

He came to tatooine for his father, to help in the farm. He did not expect for Tusken to capture and sell him. He almost lost hope but then he LISTENED to the Zabrak. Like the people with him, his words woke somethings inside him. He wanted to be free, free to choose his fate, to choose his future.

If an injured Zabrak could have so much passion why couldn't he, a full bodied man , do something? With the help of others they broke down the door, released the others and rushed. The zabrak gave them hope. Already others were calling him legion.

"I am legion for we are many."

This sentence gave him strength. He was not alone. They were not alone. They were fighting for an idea many shared and idea could not die. They lived as long as one believed.

Someway, somehow, they managed to take the palace. The once believed unassailable stronghold of Jabba the hutt fell at the hand of prisoners rioting. When "legion" reached the main room he was lightly surprised by Jabba corps and we were waiting for his orders.

He surprised us again when he refused to order us. He ASKED us to be fair and just to our captor. He ASKED for us to be more than just murderer.

I don't believe he understood what he did. I could already see the awe and worship in the others prisoners eyes. He believed in them, he wanted them to be more. I could see the future ex-slaves looking at him with adoration.

I now had something I wanted to do, I wanted to walk with this zabrak. I wanted to see where he would take us, what we could accomplish with his help. He did not want to lead us, he wanted us to walk with him to a better tomorrow. He wanted equals, no followers. It was a new feeling and I loved it, like every persons here.

XoX council on Coruscant XoX

News of jabba death surprised them. For more than five hundred years jabba ruled undisputed on tatooine.

Their "agent" story was hard to believe but she lived it and they trusted her.

They would need to observe it. It would either be the spark of something big or die as fast as it started.