Broken Bones

The Black sun Syndicate had prospered with the rise of the Galactic Empire. Of course, like the Hutts, and the other various outer rim governments, they were still dwarfed by the monolithic war machine. Now organizations such as those existed in the shadows. Like parasites on the belly of a great apex predator, feeding off it's excess. The various systems in place made a galaxy built to dismantle individuals. A great machine of predators, where life was cheap, and there was plenty to take. Now Niome was thrust from one beast's mouth, and fell right into another. Now Niome was property of the Hutt Cartel, specifically Tatooine's Mogul Jabba Desilijic Tiure. A decade and change ago, Niome Takan belonged to a Hutt on Nar'Shaddaa. The Palace where she now resided in only served to bring back bad memories. Jarek was stupid to chase a target here. Or not stupid, the man was never slow, or inept. He was foolish. He underestimated exactly what the consequences might be. Niome felt a new sort of resentment. Not a productive hatred of the situation, but fury at the circumstances that created it. Now there was next to no hope left.

The Bounty Hunter wasn't given clothes. She was given a mat, and orders. The Weequay man was some form of glorified pimp, she came to understand. Jabba had his personal dancers, but Niome, and the slew of girls she now called peers were relegated to special guests, and various visitors from throughout the outer rim. Powerful people who could likely lay a woman willingly, if they didn't have a perverse taste for the unwilling. Niome somehow was special. Where often, a woman would be dragged from her cell, Niome was left. She watched them come, and go carefully, although she never saw any signs of anything possibly exploitable in the constant rythm. She spent two weeks like that, simply watching. Niome Takan wasn't allowed any utensils, she ate with her hands while the others at least had a spoon. She frequently spent her time exercising, calisthenics to preserve her muscle mass. Each week, a pair of guards came into her cell, locked the door behind them, and hosed her down, taking the waste bucket with them as they left. Often the nights were freezing, which gave her the impression she was underground. Sometimes she shivered, short hair dripping wet until her body finally gave out, and only then found sleep. Each morning she was disappointed to find herself alive.

Despite her situation though, Niome was a strong willed individual. Each minute of the constant imprisonment only earned more ire for the Hutts. One day she would put a bullet through the best of them, and that was the image she kept in her mind when she struggled to find rest on her cold mat. One morning was different from her usual routine, however. This time she wasn't woken by the sound of a tray of food hitting the floor, instead, the door opened. Niome covered herself as the Weequay stepped grinning into the cell. She knew by now his name was Nyk Gonlak. She despised the man's grin.

He started without further adue, "Morning Lady, your big day is here." He kept his distance to avoid her striking him. She wasn't bound at the hands now, but his trandoshan guards didn't give Niome any confidence for starting a fight. The Gunslinger was silent, without her guns. She simply watched the monster, face stiff as stone, eyes perhaps clouded with malice behind their sharp blue exterior. It would be unnerving were she not naked, and unarmed. The silence was allowed to hang for a moment, as he challenged her to speak.

She didn't, and so he filled the air again with his dry, sardonic voice, "Get up, and follow me down the hallway. Cause any issues, and I can promise you this situation gets worse than you can possibly imagine. You might feel like there isn't much to lose, but lady, I will show you new ways to suffer." Niome Takan only nodded.