Chapter Three

For the few innocents who were clueless at the sight of this, there was an immediate moment of shock. Whilst some people in the ballroom squirmed, from the revelation that their house of pain had fallen apart, at the hands of a bunch of career criminals.

At the entrance of the door the girl who had managed to open it took one long into the room, which she was no stranger to and backed away to vomit on the very expensive rug. Even with their blasters down in case, there was some type of trap or someone lurking in the shadows.

The room was huge, with stains of blood and death lingering on every surface, that gave off a metallic taste in the air, and it was a dim light, which illuminated as the Ravagers took tentative steps forward.

However, all resolve crumbled and Jamsean dived to the glass tank in the middle of the room, where the naked toddler was paddling. With her head, by the waterline, struggling to breathe, whilst the other two girls, were on the floor in chains, the youngest looked no older than eighteen months.

The baby woke up with a start, when the Ravagers bust through the door and started to cry, her dirty face, revealing that she had been crying before this, most probably for hours until the fell asleep. The sounds were little mews, revealing that she was massively dehydrated.

However, the second one who was only slightly older looked more bewildered by all of this and was silent, as the Ravager went to the chains. And using their tools and expertise, got them off in seconds.

The chains clanged to the ground, revealing the marks on the girls' wrists from being too tight. And they were gathered up by the Ravagers with words of reassurance, which they were too stunned to register.

The one in the water chest, they considered breaking the glass, until with a few comforting words. Gunnsen broke the lock off, which was worn and rusty, indicating that this was one of the methods they used constantly. The lid was lifted the girl followed moments afterwards, and took breaths, which were rasping as Gunnsen slid his coat off and bundled the girl into it.

Fearsome reputations meant for shit in these circumstances and Jamsean informed all of them, "It's ok, you're safe, you're all safe now…but was it only three of you". The question came in from Yondu in case there was another child hidden somewhere only to be met by a small voice in Darbian "Us three."

The girls all had the same silver hair and a strange red birthmark on their right shoulders. They looked Darbian but all of them noticed the lines on their back and the way their skin reflected a blue in the light, and over the channels, it was Lizxona who spoke up "They're Pysiran, that mark…it can't be his."

This got a lot of attention since that species was not meant to exist and here were three, crossbreeds. For a moment Yondu was speechless by this and all his crew demanded an order, but this time it was Lizxona who spoke up and turned his attention to Irani Rei

"Is this the type of planet you are running, slavery, abuse against children, what the hell is wrong with you people. What is going to happen with these children anyway? Come on tell me".

Yondu was impressed by the tone in his voice since he had just ripped him off. But was happy to step back and let him take control since he was part of the plan, albeit this was a detour, but he knew what he was doing.

"They will be assessed, and good homes found for them". Stated Irani which made Yondu think since were expecting dead children, not three living ones, which made Tyrolls shake his head.

"Like hell, there is, all those children are coming with us, we're going to find them a good home. Do you think you can ensure their safety, or be trusted once word gets out about these children? Our planet will be a safe haven for them, not on Xander, they're coming home with us".

Stated Tyrolls which made Kraglin think of a certain family they knew, and what did they want some more kids or something. Since the look in his eyes declared a deeper explanation, and Yondu knew that it was time for them to see the main event.

Everyone watched the three girls being bundled up in the Ravager's coats, all looking more or less identical, but shivering from the coldness of the water, and also shock.

However, the Ravagers were at least to others uncharacteristically sympathetic and spoke to them in gentle tones, as they were removed from the vicinity, and everyone just looked at the screens.

The Vox child who was just sitting there on the carpet stunned at what she had seen, enough of, and managed to whisper that she had seen it all before for years.

It was clear she was in shock, so was also picked up since he had also been through hell, and it would take a lot of time to give her the help she needed.

She was most likely the only living eyewitness to all of this, which also meant she was now a target. Yondu realised this and he addressed everyone who was better dressed than him, by not that much.

"What you think this is a one-off matey, what you think those three kids is just it, naaa".

And with that Yarovesky who had assembled the video, let all the images he had collected and hacking into the central comms released it across the room. All the images of videos of all the children, most under the age of ten, being abused and tortured.

or the video images their screams filled the air, of a world they would never see again, compiling those imageries had broken something hard in Yarovesky and his mouth hardened.

Yondu's view only tipped the scales, and everyone reacted at these people doing the depraves acts were in this very room, being held up by Ravagers. and now had the air of being very, very fucked, as after a few minutes of the acts against children, with some squirming and realisation dawning for the rest, while Yondu spoke up in a menacing tone, and begun to pace the room.

"Oh, I do many terrible things, and you know I'm bloody good at it. But this, children, that's a low even for us. How many graves are there in your garden, under all your pretty flowers? How many dead children are there?".

Yondu barked, his arrow, almost quivering violently, as Senator Kruger, since he was the mouthiest bastard, and it was all gone in his home. Yondu gave the order for Zreada to pull his gag down, which was done violently.

"They were just slaves", Kruger said, with a touch of arrogance. Yarovesky overheard this and winched but no one thankfully noticed, as he just gave his job his full attention and put that out of his mind.

Whilst Yondu just shook his head, "Wrong answer prick", and punched the Senator, directly in the face, who had the good grace to crumple back and collapse in a heap onto the floor, whilst Yondu just turned to the rest.

"So, who else of you fucks wants some?". To this they all noped out of that quietly realising that everything there had built was destroyed, and now they would suffer the same way those children had.

"Right, you heard the rich bastards, get all those kids on the ship, rip everyone off and don't burn the place down, we need it for evidence, and you"

Yond rounded on the handcuffed Senator, whose actions had started the ball rolling. "You won't sleep a good night ever again". Who made a motion to throw the gag, as Yondu spat in his face, wanting to rip him apart with his bare hands.

Whilst this was going on, all the Ravagers were lifting what they could, precious stones, jewels, and anything they could carry. Jamsean, however, was making a note of all the art and was asking others in the posh homes to do the same, on the camera, which took seconds.

They obliged since that was impossible to lift, but everyone thought it would just indulge Jamsean's fantasy, even though Yondu, and now by extension Jamsean had sensed upon an idea that they were not going to share when Yondu sent a message to Jamsean on a secure channel "Capture everything".

Yondu wanted to stay and see it though, but he had just revealed something the Xandarian elite kept hidden, but knew it wasn't over and turned to Lizxona.

"You want those kids, then fine…I'll contact you, and I have my ways". Yondu barked before Tyrolls could say anything, as the Ravagers made their way to get the hell out of dodge and leave Irani to clean up this mess, and because there was more to this that needed an explanation.

To be continued