"Welcome to 'Hondo Corner', Everyone!" Hondo waves at the audience wearing his usual red coat and fancy boots, "The last host has...retired and I am now taking on this fine show." He gestured to his stage, which was clearly placed in a cargo room with loose wires hanging all over the place, not to mention the camera shook horrible, as though a child was filming. I can just imagine Arnold, my camera man, laughing at this amateur work.

"Today we have-" His words were suddenly cut off when Celtice pressed the fast forward button and moved further into the episode.

"Celtice!" Abdella exclaimed.

NobelMeta rolled his eyes, "He's doing it again."

"Well, if Miss Kale is to see how bad her show has gotten," Celtice started, "then we should at least show her the funny parts."

"Then if you're going to show her the funny parts, you're going too far." Gamergirl052 smirked. Celtice looked back at the screen and mutter an oops before rewinding a little and then pushed play.

Hondo sat there on a cargo box with his legs propped up on another box with one of his men sitting across from him.

"Um..." Th pirate squinted at the card hard, "Whaa-at. What." He nodded, proud of himself, "Is...yo-o-or...your!" He popped his head up again, quite pleased, "F-fa-av-"

Hondo gave up and threw his hands in the air, growing weary of all the waiting, he snatched the card from the pirate and read the card out loud, "What is my favorite color! Red!" He tossed the card to the floor and leaned back up against a cargo box.

"Ha, I like blue." The other pirate smiled.

"ManJe!" Hondo sternly glared, giving him a fair warning, then saying, "Now, next question."

"Uh..." ManJe looked down at his empty palm, "There are no more, Sir."

"What?!" Hondo lifted his hand and snapped his fingers and two more pirates came up and grabbed ManJe by either arm, "How many times do you think I've told you? I told you to get a considerable amount to questions for me!" they pulled ManJe over to a hatch at the wall and they dropped him in before walking off.

"Don't worry," Hondo turned to the camera, "It was only the trash-shoot, he's still alive. At least until we clean it later!" He and the two men laughed

Suddenly, everything went fast forward again and everyone eyed Celtice who was laughing his head off. "What?!" He exclaimed, "It's funny!"

"It's official," Dovahkiin154 dropped his voice to a mere whisper, "If we're to escape, I vouch that he's bait." everyone began to chuckle and I think it's the first time I've even seen them smile since I've woken up.

"So," I begin, crushing my eyebrows together, "Since, I've been putting this off for a while now...why do I have this headache?"

Weathergirl rubbed her hand against my back sympathetically, "They didn't want you awake so, every time you were coming-to, they'd knock you out again."

I dropped my entire body up against the wall and let my head fall on my knees, the weight of my own skull way too heavy to carry now, "They hit me with a club, didn't they?" I groaned.

"Close," Ahsokatano191 walked up and gently patted my shoulder, "It was the bud of their gun that did most of the damage."

Looking up at my forehead, I can see a white, bloody cloth falling in front of my eyes and I just shut my eyes as Jedi-TARDIS-Chick101 secured the cloth back onto my wounds. "So..." JediChick begins, "Did it hurt?"

"Immensely," I attempted a chuckle, but it made my surroundings spin, "Ouch."

"Ah, this is just great," Gabierules folded her arms, "We waited for her and now she's beyond repair to even think of a way out." she sat down beside me and whispered, "I'm sorry you're hurt, Miss Kale, but can't you think of anything? We've been here for a week and the only up we've gotten if a few spies, but Hondo still makes them wear tracking-bracelets."

I lifted my head and laid it against the cold wall behind me, "How many guards, guard the door?"

"Two," Weathergirl said.

"Tracking-bracelets, huh?"

Gabierules nodded, "Yeah, apparently, he watches their every move."

"Well, then there's a question on the table." I breathed in a rusty piece of air and coughed it out, "Why are they letting me wake up now? Not that I'm complaining, but Hondo, clearly, wants me for something."

Gabierules threw her arm around my shoulder and half-hugged me, "Clever!" I cringed at the volume of her voice, which made her apologize in lower tone, "So we should be expecting some guys in here soon." she stood and announced, "Alright, everyone, we might be getting some company here, so get into positions." at her words, everyone moved around the room, mostly walking off to sit in corners or just laying down and staring up at the ceiling.

Reading my mind, Weathergirl explained, "The pirates don't like us moving around much, or talking to each other for that matter. We'll probably be punished for speaking to you." her features revealed her solemn ideas on the subject of torture, so, with no limbs at my disposal to hug her, I assured her, "We'll get out of here, I promise, so long as we keep our cool."

Weathergirl nodded and got up, walking over to corner of the room with a couple of others along with Gabierules. When the whole room settled down, things came to an eerie silence. I never realized just how creepy this room looked until all the lifeforms inhabiting it went still. The lighting was a dim yellow and rugged, moss green blankets were scattered across the floor, but I couldn't comprehend why we'd need them though. This place was scary, yes, but not chilly.

My thoughts came to a halt when footsteps were coming down the corridor. I clamped my teeth down on my lower lip, fighting back the headache enough to at least feel like I was looking strong. The door opened and two pirates walked in.

One pirate stayed at the door frame while the other approached me. Roughly jerking my chains backwards so he unlocked them.

"The captain wants to speak with you." he said, unlocking the final chain before pulling me up to my feet. I exchanged my chains for a new pair of cuffs, tied to the front of me, and a he held the rope that attached to the cuffs like a leash. "Come on." He pulled at the rope and I almost toppled forward, leaving me to catch myself.

Being brought to a large door, the pirate with a scar trailing down his neck pressed the green button. It swished open, but there was hardly any lighting inside to see your own hand, so I took a weary step back. I wasn't in any condition to take my chances on tripping over anything, but the pirates didn't care, They shoved me forward, "She's here, Boss!" The other hollered.

"Bring her in!"

The scarred pirate shoved me forward and, not seeing it coming, I instantly fell to the ground. Tediously, I stumbled to my feet again and took a couple of steps onward, but tripped over an unforseen object. This time, I had a better idea of staying down and just took a moment to feel my head; see if it's still on there or not.

"Leave," I heard him order. The two pirates complied, shutting the door to the only light left, so I just sat there. Quiet.

"Kale." He clapped his hands, making the lights flicker on, "It's time we talk. Get up." I get up on all fours but feel I can't go any further. There's another groan, but it isn't from me, it's from Hondo and he's annoyed. "Kale, I cannot talk to you down there, now can I?"

For a second, I consider just sitting here, to ignore him, but then again, he wouldn't mind adding additional pain to this headache, so I grabbed any object at reach and pulled with my arms. When I stand, the room spins about me, causing nausea, but the captain wouldn't appreciate me throwing up in his brand new, shiny office, so I hold onto my abdomen and force the feeling away.

Hondo rolled his eyes, "Ah, good. Have a seat."

I almost plopped myself back down on the floor, but realized later he was referring to the chair in front of his desk. I outstretched my hand for it and took a chance to leave whatever object was keeping me up and walked out to the chair and grabbed the top of it.

"Kale!" He puts his feet up on the desk and shakes his head disappointingly, "I've seen what you are capable of and I am not impressed with what is before me, now."

I threw myself into the chair and laid my bleeding head in my hand, "Sorry to disappoint," I showed him the red stains adorning my hand, "Lost a lot of blood today and now I see two of you in the same chair."

He raised his shoulders and dropped them, "So long as their both handsome, I can live with that." He dropped his feet from his desk and stood to approach me. He grabbed my chair and whirled me around to see a huge holo-screen on the wall. I groaned at the fast pace motion, but really didn't have anymore words to complain.

He picks up a remote and turns it on, showing me another scene with him on 'Hondo's Corner'. He was interviewing a wookiee, but everything the creature said he would take those roars and turn them into his own use.

The wookie said, "Gaahaaa."

"Why it is a good jacket isn't it?" He traced his fingers across the rim of his jacket.

"Gawhaaa. Hawgawhaa!"

"You think I'm a good captain too, huh?" he crossed his legs and laughed, "Then that's just good business!"

After about ten more minutes of that, the finally wookiee growled at Hondo and threw his arms into the air before tackling the captain to the ground.

Hondo sighed and turned it off just as the camera fell to the floor and cracked. Placing the remote on my armrest and spinning my chair back to the desk, he sat back in his chair and shook his head, "I don't understand it, I just don't understand it." he clasped his hands over his chest, "It should have worked, but I am getting word that they want the old host back." He tapped his chin, "It must be the guests I'm getting."

"I'm not quite up to the task of telling you what could possibly be wrong with your show right now, Hondo, so why don't you just stop beating around the bush and tell me what you want." I said.

Hondo pressed his palms against the hard, metal desk and pushed himself to a standing position, "You can call it what you like about me keeping you alive. Fate, mercy-"

"Profit," I rolled my eyes.

"But hear me when I say this," He drew the blaster from his desk and pointed it at my forehead, "I can have you killed right here, right now, if you do not become more compliant to me. I didn't want to get harsh, but you leave me no choice."

I stared at the empty, blackness within the barrel of the blaster and then into Hondo's eyes, "What do you want? You already have the show, you already have my audience. What else is there?"

"You," He answered flatly, "Anyone watching the show has decided you are better then me, and while I think their opinions are zero to nothing, I still think highly of their pocketbooks, so." He placed the gun down and clapped his hands together, "I want to hire you as my host, you won't get paid of course, but you'll interview me and the ratings will rise once more!"

"So I'm to be your slave? Is that it?"

Hondo was shocked by the notion of slavery, and said slaves had nothing to live for except to keep their own life. I had more, I had to keep mine and everyone else's life afloat.

I asked, "But what about this?" I pointed to my bleeding head, "Cover up won't fix that."

"Let my medical droids fix that," He walked over to the door, opened it and ordered the two pirates from earlier to take me to the medical bay. They forced me out of the seat and pulled me towards the door. I took a good look around me, realizing this wasn't one of Hondo's typical pirates ships and asked, "Where'd you get the money for this?"

"Oh," He plopped himself back into his chair and propped his feet up, "I bought it with the original 'Question Corner' bank account."

The door shut before I could even scream my objection to such a purchase.