1 Chapter 1 - Rough Start.
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[Sion Wells. POV.]
As I opened my eyes, I strained against the collar that held my neck in place, trying to get a better look around. My hands and feet seemed to be free, but the collar on my neck was tied to a wall.
This didn't make any sense.
Five seconds ago, I had been watching the latest Star War movie, The Rise of Skywalker with some friends… and in the blink of an eye, I had no idea where I was, or how I had ended up here.
Looking around, I could see other people bound just like I was in the dim red light that came from regularly spaced bulbs. I couldn't see anyone very well, but their silhouettes, hunched and fidgeting, gave me enough information to confirm I wasn't alone in this particular predicament.
The metallic smell of blood hung in the air, blending with the pungent scent of rust, oil, and rubber.
As I took this information in, a single thought came to me: Had I been kidnapped?
If so, why?
I wasn't rich.
I certainly wasn't healthy, I drank more beer than water on a regular basis, and as delicious as that was, I knew it was bound to bring some medical complications down the line. Meaning they couldn't harvest my organs, then again, I wasn't a doctor so… what did I know?
Beyond that, I didn't have any enemies… nah, scratch that, I have ruffled more than a few feathers in my life, mostly because everyone's a bitch nowadays and they can't handle the truth, but I honestly doubt any of the bitches I have insulted had the balls for this SAW kind of shit.
I guess none of that matters right now.
Regardless of how I ended up in this scary movie bullshit, I needed to escape.
I would either die suffocated by a beautiful woman under her thick thighs, or I would never die.
Dreams and hopes aside, I really needed to find a way out before shit escalated, and based on my surroundings, it didn't seem like I would like it if my situation escalated.
Suddenly, there was movement cutting my thoughts to a halt. A dark figure appeared from the shadows, moving slowly along the line of captives, coming to a stop just in front of me, which allowed me a good look at him or should I say… it?
Is… is that a fucking robot?
The thing in front of me looks like C-3PO, but black.
Except its eyes were a whole lot more creepy than the C-3PO of the movies. They glowed a chilling blue, boring into me like I was nothing more than property. A mechanized arm creaked out and grabbed my chin, lifting my face to meet its stare.
"Slave 875," It droned, the sound like a CD player fast forwarding. "Your processing is complete. Your new owner awaits. Prepare for transportation."
What in the Sci-Fi fuck is going on?!
Angry, I tried to respond, to tell it where it could shove its transportation. But my dry throat failed me. It felt as though my vocal cords had been replaced with sandpaper. The most I managed was a pathetic croak before the mechanical bitch in front of me released my chin and moved on to the next captive.
Suddenly, the world around me shimmered, and a semi-transparent blue screen popped into existence right before my eyes. I blinked, half expecting it to disappear, but it remained, steadfastly floating in mid-air. Text scrolled across it, glowing softly in the darkness.
[Galactic System Initialization Complete!]
[Welcome, Sion Wells! You have been chosen to wield the Galactic System, an interface beyond the realms of ordinary existence. This galaxy, unfamiliar to you, is now your realm of destiny and adventure. Embrace your new reality, navigate its challenges, and discover your true potential.]
Ok, now I'm even more confused now.
[Here's some of the key features of Your Galactic System:
Attributes: Allocate points to define your strength, agility, intelligence, charisma, and force sensitivity.
Skills: Acquire and develop skills unique to your journey. From lightsaber combat to mastering the Force.
Quests: Engage in missions that will test your mettle and reward you with experience, credits, and items.
Inventory: Manage your equipment, artifacts, and resources crucial for your survival and growth.
Shop: Buy things! EMBRACE THE CAPITALISM!
Galactic Navigation: Explore planets, star systems, and uncover secrets of the galaxy.
Renown System: Forge alliances or rivalries that will influence your path and the fate of the galaxy.]
A system? Like in those Isekai novels my best friend keeps trying to make me read?
As if reading my mind, a gentle, guiding voice emerged, not from the air around me, but directly within my mind, clear and resonant.
[Before you begin exploring, allow me to explain how everything works! This tutorial is designed to assist you in utilizing touch, voice, and mental commands to interact with your newly acquired interface.
First the most simple way to utilize your system is via Touch: To navigate through touch, simply approach your personal hologram and use your fingers to select or move items. This method mirrors physical interaction, making it instinctive. For instance, to access your Skills, simply tap the 'Skills' icon.
Isn't that great! And easy?!]
Great would be not being here, being sold off to who knows who.
[Now let's get onto the next way of navigating your system.
Voice commands offer another way to interact. Articulate your command, such as 'Open Inventory' or 'Display Quests,' and the system will comply. This method is efficient for hands-free operation and when your focus is required elsewhere, and don't worry the system is trained in all forms of language and as such is capable of understanding anything you say in any way.]
Meaning I can say open the fucking inventory, and the thing would comply good to know I don't have to be polite, because right now I don't feel very polite.
[Now, for a more direct connection, you may employ mental commands. Focus on your desired action or section within the system and the magic will happen. This method allows for an intuitive and immediate response, as if the system were an extension of your own mind.]
Ok that one is kind of neat.
[As you become more adept at utilizing these methods, navigating the Galactic System will become as natural as breathing. Each method has been designed for convenience, efficiency, and adaptability to any situation you may encounter on your journey!
Now, good luck, and enjoy everything this universe has to offer, and remember you are the writer of your own story, the system is simply but a tool to help you, so have fun or not! It's your decision!]
The voice faded, leaving me with my thoughts. But I didn't have time to dwell. A colossal drone, its metallic body gleaming in the harsh light, walked towards me. [Guard Drone: Model 7] It seized me in rough pincer-like arms, hauling me from the floor onto a platform that slid towards a large entrance.
As we traveled through the winding metallic tunnels, the droid keeping me unable to move, a thrumming sound resonated around us, the echo sending shivers down my spine. The passage widened into a cavernous hangar, filled with an array… Star Wars aliens?
I was in the world of Star Wars?!
I guess everything will be alright as long as the one that bought me isn't a Hutt.
As we entered a new area, the drone dumped me unceremoniously before a girthy creature. A Hutt, straight out of the movies, leered at me from its elevated throne.
[Gardulla Besadii The Elder]
Fuck me, wait no, don't fuck me, there will be no fucking here.
The Hutt spoke, her voice a guttural croak. My ears strained to make sense of her words, but it was useless – I couldn't understand a thing. Suddenly, a small drone buzzed into my line of sight from behind the Hutt. It hovered briefly before me, appendages whirring to keep itself aloft.
[Translation Drone: Model T-14-2J]
The drone scanned me, a thin green light running up and down my body. Then it pulsed with a soft blue light before speaking in a voice surprisingly soothing compared to the guttural grunts of the Hutt.
"Mistress Gardulla congratulates you on your new status. You are now her property and you will follow her commands."
And if I didn't… I would die, that much was left unsaid but understood.
A grunt from the thing called Gardulla had the translator drone chirping again. "Mistress Gardulla instructs you to stand," it said, the mechanical tone at odds with the warmth it attempted to mimic.
I pushed off the cold steel floor and stood, giving the fat worm and her drone a defiant look. The Hutt watched, her eyes gleaming with malice or anticipation. I couldn't tell.
"Your first task," the drone hummed, taking a few seconds to convert the Hutt's guttural speech, "Is to clean the Mistress's quarters."
[New Quest: Housekeeping for a Hutt!
Task: Clean the Mistress's quarters.
Rewards: Continued existence.
Penalties: Failure to exist.]
What a tempting reward, I suppose for the time being, I have to comply, and besides… At least that whale didn't buy me for sexual purposes, and even if she did, I would just kill myself.
Taking a deep calming breath, like the kind of one you take to avoid doing something stupid, I glanced at Gardulla, her fat body squirming in what I suppose was her version of amusement, as another robot [Maid Bot: Model 3.] led me to what I assumed was her room.
I have to say… today has been a rollercoaster of emotions, from watching a movie, to waking up in… here, fuck… I need a drink, well… more like a ton of them, but I would be happy with one right now.
As the robot pushed open the door to her room, my nostrils were assaulted by the stench. It was a mix of rotten eggs and some other odor I couldn't recognize but was no less revolting. The floor, if you could call it that, squished beneath my boots, littered with half-eaten creatures and seeping fluids I didn't want to identify.
"Get cleaning," the droid snapped, shoving a mop towards me. The mop looked like it had seen better days, the bristles stiff and caked with substances I was sure were better left unknown.
I swallowed hard, forcing down the bile that rose in my throat. The stench was almost a palpable force now, pressing in from all sides. Gritting my teeth, I grabbed the mop and plunged headfirst into the mess.
I would not let that fat ginormous bitch get the best of me!
As I began cleaning the utterly disgusting room, the hours ticked by, a blur of mopping and scrubbing and memorizing every foul odor known to the universe. I filled bucket after bucket with grime, hauling each one out of the room and dumping the contents into a disposal chute. The thought of having to touch, even for a moment, the discarded remains of alien creatures made my stomach twist in knots, but I did it. Again and again.
Scrubbing through the grime, I tackled each chunk of filth like a fighter. It was tough work, backbreaking and revolting, but slowly the room started to change, and by the time I realized it. The room was spotless.
"Finally," I muttered, dropping the mop with a clatter that echoed in the now pristine room. I was covered in sweat and filth, but I was finally done.
[Quest Completed: Housekeeping for a Hutt!
Reward: You get to live another day!]
Then again… the Hutt may have another task for me, so I might as well… enjoy these free moments before I am ordered to deal with another disgusting shit. And that gives me an idea.
Let's explore the System I was given.
'Stats' I commanded in my head, a light screen popped up in front of me, the characters glowing faintly in the dimly lit room.
[-Status-
Name: Sion Wells.
Class: N/A
Health: 100%
Strength: 20
Agility: 12
Intelligence: 10
Charisma: 5
Force: 1
Credits: 0]
Pretty standard stuff, I figured, though I wish my strength was higher, I went to the Gym regularly. Obviously, scrubbing a Hutt's muck hadn't been part of my regular workout routine.
Next, I called for the 'Store'. This one was filled with images of various items: weapons, health kits, consumables, armor... All complete with their own glowing price tags. A can of beer was two credits, a luxury that I couldn't afford at the moment.
"No freebies here," I muttered under my breath, frowning at the prices. A glint of hope sparked in my chest as my gaze landed on a small handgun with a price tag of only fifty credits. If I worked enough dirty jobs for the Hutt and saved up, maybe...
Then again, the fat slug wasn't paying me, I was her property, and you don't pay your toaster to give you toast.
A grating beep interrupted my thoughts and I switched to 'Quests'. A list unfolded before me with several tasks – 'Clean the latrine', 'Repair faulty droid', 'Fetch Gardulla's meal'. Each task was associated with the same reward as the first one, my continued existence.
I sighed heavily and ran a grimy hand through my sweaty hair. It seems the Hutt had no intention of paying me, not even with petty cash.
'Alright then,' I thought, shaking off the grime that coated my body. 'Time to fetch an oversized slug her dinner.'
