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Part 2:
The Kusari traded me (or rather bundled me into a deal) with Rogues at Alcatraz depot. I was an unwanted part of the deal. My mangled body was useless for any slave duty, my constant need for medical assistance an unnecessary drain on precious resources. I was not worth the food, water and oxygen to be kept alive. It was only a matter of time before I was vented into the depths of space and precious little time at that.

There are many times in your life where fate intervenes. Times when a single event changes your whole life from that point onwards.

I was dragged from my cell and taken towards the air-lock. This was going to be it. However, instead of the air-lock I was bundled into a transport bound for Planet Huston. An old women sat down next to me. She looked familiar. She had been the woman washing out my cell. She had bought me for 12 credits which, as she later reminded me, was 1 weeks pay and jokingly added 11 credits too much. She told me that her family were destitute but even then she had not the heart to see me rot in the cell any longer.

They had nothing, a run down apartment in the worst part of town. Her brother, who bunked with her was a pilot for some run-down delivery service and he would take me somewhere to recover as best I could.
tbc.