A/N Hi guys sorry this chapter took a bit lounger then I originally thought but here it is now please let me know if you like it. And thank you to the people who faved and followed and thanks to BlueSeventh for reviewing and sorry if you wanted one but I have a different idea got her man.

Chapter 2

I zoom through the desert on my way to a whole load of cash. I reach the huddled group of scum in about fifteen minutes, it looks like I got here just in time, the races are about to start.

"We'll look who decided to join us, the little girl." A blue Rodian calls out to me.

"Yeah and she's ready to wipe the floor with your arse!" I yell back.

You see this is Zalandas my arch nemesis he thinks that because I'm young, female and human, that I'm completely incapable of doing anything, typical scum really.

"Ah little girl is feeling feisty today." He teases me.

I just roll my eyes and go over to the start line.

I hop out of the speeder, glad that I was late so I don't have to socialise with the vermin for too long. After joining the race, I lean on my speeder knowing that I just have to endure this for a little while longer and then I'm free from them with two hundred credits. I sit there for a while having to endure the screeches from the racers, shall we say 'friends', the rank smell of cheap alcohol and spices and on top the nasty smell of alien BO.

I observe them from a distance watching to see how my fellow racers interact with people, and by people, I mean the vermin.

You have the racers pit crew, who do not really do anything in these races but they like to watch their handy work whiz around trying to eliminate anyone who gets in the way. Of course, to go with them you have the racers, the most arogant, self-obsessed, waste of space you can find, after the huts.

Then you have the gold diggers and prostitutes, fawning all over the racers they think are most likely going to win. You can always tell the difference between a prostitute and a gold digger, for one the prostitute is wearing a lot less clothes, another is the prostitutes are mostly slaves so they are forced to have slave collars around their necks. I feel embarrassed for them wearing so little clothes, they must be frozen at this time of night.

After them, you have the crowd mostly from all the local gangs coming to support their racer but spending most of their time leering at any female in a twenty mile radius. And speaking as one of the females, it is very disturbing.

Then last but not least you have the gangsters that make it all happen. Jubba the Hutt's underlings here to make sure that he get his fair share of the profits from the race and that the casualties don't get to high.

I watch all of the different species occupy themselves before the big race starts. I look over and see the guy who has a massive obsession with me.

"Hello dear Luc." He leers at me revealing his decaying teeth. I try to swallow down my dinner that's trying to make its way back up.

I turn to look at the revolting thing in front of me. I'm met by his beady yellow eyes. I scoff and turn away from him, trying not to show the fear that I have building up inside me.

"Come on, don't be like that sweetheart." He sneers, stroking my arm. I jump away from him, knowing I cannot hit him to reinforce the message that I'm not interested.

"So Kenko, trying to see if you can raise enough money for a prostitute to finally sleep with you? Although even the slaves will rather have the collar than go anywhere near you." I tell him, putting as much malice in my tone as possible. He just laughs.

"Trust me they will have me one way or another." I try to stop the shiver of fear running up my spine. Luckily one of Jubba's other crones calls him over, I let out a sigh of relief.

I move from my speeder deciding that I need some space from the vermin. I go over the hill trying to clear my mind and get into the zone before the race, when I hear the words that make my blood run cold.

"THE EMPIRE'S COMING!"

My stomach drops, why did I have to move away from my speeder I turn and run back when blast shots stop me. I look to see a tie fighter wiz over my head. I screech and duck down again as storm troopers start randomly shooting. The sand is flying into the air covering everything in black dust.

I gasp and trying running again but people in their panic are running around in circles screaming. I dart in-between, trying to maintain a course towards my speeder. Suddenly, lights are on me, I spin around and freeze as a speeder comes racing to me.

I feel my body make contact with the speeder and roll over it. I fall to the floor, trying to keep my eyes open when all I see around me is fire, people falling to the ground and pure chaos.

Errr, my head is killing me. I try to sit up but when I do, I'm dizzy and start to heave, so I fall back to the surface I'm laying on. I blink open my eyes and look around. I seem to be on a transport of some sort, I try going back over what happened. The last thing I remember was being at the race and then, THE ATTACK!

I sit up, ignoring the queasy feeling I'm getting in my stomach, and look around. The first thing I notice, is that I'm not alone, there are a few other people that are handcuffed and when I look down so am I. Then there are the people in what looks like imperial uniform, BANTHER SHIT.

"Where are we going?" I ask one of the officers.

"To integration, we believe you know of some rebel activity in the area." He tells me.

"But I don't know any Rebels!" I try to tell him, he just smirks at me.

"Thats what they all say dear" he glares down on me.

We don't have to wait too long to see us descending towards the star destroyer, after a few minutes we board the ship.

People are starting to be dragged out. I manage to hobble to my feet so the storm troopers can lead me down the corridor.

I look at the people around me as we're lead down the corridor, most of the people taken seem to either be slaves or the lower grade scum that would sell out their mothers for a couple of credits.

They lead us down into the prison cells and shove us all in, two in each cell. I look over at my cellmate, I can tell she is a slave just by her collar and she looks younger than me. I turn away from her and start to panic.

How could I be so foolish? Of course the empire will catch up with us eventually. What will aunt Beru and uncle Owen say? They'll be so disappointed in me.

I sit down and rest my head against the cold wall, my stomach turning into knots, what should I do? I try to get my breathing even, in though your nose out though your mouth.

My head starts to spin and the throbbing pain from earlier increases. It looks like I'm not going anywhere so I might as well try and get some sleep. I lay down on the ground and do just that.

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