"Well Qymaen" Qui Gon replied "We were certainly in a awkward position back there"
The young Kaleesh said nothing; all he did was give the human a threatening stare
"Would you care to explain why they were beating you?" Qui Gon questioned softly
"It does not concern you Outlander" Qymaen retaliated as he ran away from the human
Qui Gon did not pursue him; he just gave out a sigh and headed back to the Skywalker household.
The Kaleesh turned his head to make sure that the human was not following him. Once he knew he was not being pursued, he stopped running and just walked slowly through the streets.
He came to a large entrance. Just as he walked through, two staffs blocked his way. One of the guards grunted at Qymaen. The Young Kaleesh gave an agitated growl and lifted the cloth that covered the top of his arm, revealing a scarred symbol. The guards laughed and withdrew their staffs, allowing the Kaleesh to walk through. Am I to be a slave for the rest of my life? Qymaen thought to himself.
The Kaleesh were supposed to be a proud and courageous species, however this Kaleesh youngling begged for food daily and was a servant of a greedy and disgusting 'slug'. The symbol that Qymaen bore on his arm, disgusted him to the core, everyone in Tatooine knew by that tattoo that he was a slave to Jabba the Hutt. How Qymaen hated him.
As he walked deeper into the chamber, he found droids, bounty hunters and assassins dotted all around. Slaves chained to walls, music playing. He approached closer to Jabba the Hutt, as he did this the music stopped and everyone in the room diverted their gaze to the Kaleesh youngling. As the Kaleesh came forward Jabba started to laugh. At this point Qymaen grew very nervous. Jabba suddenly started speaking in Huttese. However the droid next to him aided the Kaleesh with the translation
"That's a funny first place Qymaen" the droid interpreted
"My pod suffered damage" Qymaen replied nervously
Jabba started to laugh cruelly
"It does not matter" the droid translated
Qymaen gave out a slight sigh of relief
"Soon… nothing will matter at all to you"
Horror flashed through the youngling's eyes as the aliens, that taunted the young Kaleesh earlier, approached forward and grabbed hold of his small arms. The Kaleesh tried to escape their grip but his attempts were futile. Everyone in the chamber started to laugh.
"Where is your friend now Qymaen?" One of the aliens taunted, as he closed his grip even tighter around the youngling's arm, making Qymaen yelp slightly
"Take him away" the droid translated
TBC
