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“Do you have somewhere safe?” Plo asked her. “You are welcome to come with me if you wish.”
She shook her head, long braid swaying. “Thank you, no. I know where I can go. But, Firmus—” her eyes flicked to the freighter and back to his, sorrow evident. “Please take care of him.”
“I will,” Plo told her, and she trotted off into the darkness. Plo sighed and then extended a hand toward the ship, the ramp lowering with a groan of metal.
He strode up this swiftly and into the hold of the ship where he could see numerous cages holding a wide variety of species that moaned and whoofed and growled.
And one cage—-
One cage which contained a human boy, leaning despondently against the bars. They had chained his wrists and ankles to the heavy steel base of the cage and he moved awkwardly, the echo of metal on metal reaching Plo’s ears.
And the despair which permeated the Force so thickly around the child…
Plo’s teeth ached with it.
He approached carefully, drawing the Force about them like a comforting blanket and the boy’s head jerked up, sensing this.
His hazel eyes grew impossibly wide and dark fear leached from him. He moved as far back against the bars as his chains allowed.
“ You… ” he breathed and Plo paused, confused.
