Time had become nearly meaningless, broken only by terrible stretches on the planet in the labour camps, and slightly less terrible times on the station. It was all a ploy, of course, but despite knowing it was a ploy, she still much preferred her time on the station, and worked hard to get more of it. Life planetside was too terrible.
She was nearing the end of her station time. In another shift or two, they'd send her back to her overseer on the planet, the one with the greasy smile and greasy fingers. She would do almost anything to avoid going back there to that hateful man.
Then, something happened that broke the monotony. Alarms sounded. There was a security breech several sections away. That was odd in itself, but the security alert quickly expanded to neighbouring sections and increased in severity. Now it was a class 5 breech, five whole sections of the station were on lockdown, and all active and off-duty security personnel had been ordered to their duty posts.
Keshani had been detailed to work installing a power converter for the repulsor engine that handled cargo movement. She was handling the technical aspects while half a dozen wookies handled the heavy lifting.
Keshani was wondering what was going on when the sound a blaster fire could be heard on the other side of the blast door of the loading bay she was working on. A moment later, half a dozen stormtroopers had marched up and taken defensive positions. Close behind them was the overseer responsible for this group of slaves.
He waved the control rod for their shock collars menacingly. "All of you, in the cell! Now!" He pointed to a temporary holding cell. The station had thousands of these all over the place - temporary structures meant for securing slaves. If they were taking slaves off their work, there must be something big going on.
The sound of blasters intensified on the other side of the blast doors, and the overseer looked nervous. The Stormtroopers fidgeted with their rifles as they prepared for whatever was going to come through those doors.
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You've got a repulsor tool kit to hand. There's a few things in there that might be useful as blunt instruments, but not very useful. There's a spool of cable on the desk nearby - you had been running power lines. You've got half a dozen repulsor coils, with one of them hooked up but not installed yet. Other than that, you've only got ragged clothing and a sub-dermal slave chip they use for tracking and identity purposes. Oh, and the shock collar, designed to inflict pain on command.
