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Jor the Fighter
by Rosete Fri Mar 29, 2013 2:32 pm
Hey guys, before I copy + paste all 14 pages of this character Bio, Yes I know this person is not in the guild, but it is a complete back story to Jorloralor Rolarolroj, my Jedi Shadow who is a badass, and is a part of the Shadow Guard, our republic allies, this is her story of her life from birth to becoming a high guard of the Systems CommonWealth, her old guild.
When I finish Rose's biography I will post it
When I finish Rose's biography I will post it
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Join date : 2013-03-29
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Her Story
by Rosete Fri Mar 29, 2013 2:35 pm
The Crack Under the Door
The deepest bowels of Ratattak, where the most destitute live, the lowest of the gladiators fight, and the most perverse slavers ply their trade. The wails of a mother in labor echo through the halls of a hospital from the other side of a door. Leaning against the wall on the right side of the door is a man nearly three meters tall, the top of his deep red hair brushing the ceiling, his arms crossed over his barrel chest, his face cut in a firm demeanor, but the tears welling in his eyes speak his despair. The pained cries of the mother are silenced, replaced by the preening cries of a newborn baby, the man places his palm on the door.
“My child, my blood, my legacy... May you live your life with my love at your side, let it bring those together who would normally be torn apart by war, let it spread like wildfire... You may not know my words now, but in time you will... For now, live... I must depart and stop the man who would destroy what I have created.”
The man removes his palm from the door after a red shimmer slips like a thin mist beneath the crack under the door. At that he sprints off down the hall and around the corner, his brown robes embroidered with a green filigree like flora springing from dirt flutter in his wake.
From around that same corner walks a Ratattaki in a dark blue jumpsuit, a large kolto tank hovers after him, “Ranspar Rhol” etched in his name tag over his left breast pocket. He pounds the back of his fist on the door, it swings open revealing the gore of the dead human mother on the table almost ignored by the wet nurse cradling the newborn in a swaddling cloth, she stands by for the preparation of the tank for the first stage of slave processing as is the law for all newborn orphans.
Ranspar presses a few buttons on his datapad and the tank settles to the ground with a soft thud, he presses a couple more buttons and the tank folds open, a multitude of wires with small hollow needles drop down. From a pocket on his side he pulls out a syringe and reaches for the child, injects her and pries the sedated newborn girl from the swaddling cloth. Within a few seconds she’s floating in fluids with her vitals displayed on a hologram projection in the duraplast separating her from the outside. Once again Ranspar pokes at his datapad and the now laden kolto tank floats after him as he walks down the hall dimly lit by an ambient blue light that dominates the deep.
Years later, in an exceedingly dark room, barely lit with ambient blue light from a crack under the door, on the other side a bed covered with sheets and pillows stretches from wall to wall. A young girl perhaps no older than sixteen years of age is bunched into a corner of the bed, her naked legs hiding the rest of her body, her arms wrapped around them. Long unkempt red hair falls down to the bed, spreading a couple inches from her crouched form, parted from her face so her eyes can constantly scan the crack under the door. A thin smile splits her lips as the light from under the door is interrupted by two long shadows, harbinger of the feet of her next playmate. An orange flicker, like an ember of a flame dances in her eyes.
Ranspar’s Gambit
In that same dark room, about four years later, the lithe and voluptuous form of the now fully grown woman lays upon her bed, brushing her long red hair with her fingers as her bright orange eyes scan the door for her next prey. The door bursts open and a man steps in with a pair of handcuffs and a body bag.
“Ahh, there she is, you’re coming with me slave!”
The woman’s brow furrowed in confusion, but soon her lips part in a snarl, ferocity in her eyes as her figure starts to burn with a red fire. Large tongues of the flame swipe at the man as it grows with the woman’s ferocity, her body now crouched like a predator on her bed. Soon the man is engulfed in her effigy and he writhes on the ground in agony, grasping his skull in his hands. Seconds later his head pops like a grape and the woman’s angry aura dies down to embers before being smote to steam, her eyes turn blue. She resumes her previous stance on the bed and brushes her hair as if nothing happened.
“What in all the hells was that?!” A pair of Rattataki men from outside clamber into the room flabbergasted, they see the chunks of gore on the floor and walls, the specks of blood on the woman as she casually lays there blissfully brushing her hair.
“We better get the imperials in here, I think we bagged a forcey”,”And get someone in here to clean this mess! Son of a...” The voice trails off as the man leaves the room to no doubt carry out what he has spoken, meanwhile the other guy stands in awe of the carnage, the look of reverence on his face as he regards the woman. Dusting off his “Ranspar Rhol” nametag he cautiously picks up the body bag, slowly approaching the woman on the bed with his hands held out like a wrangler attempting to tame a wild animal.
“It’s going to be okay... I’m taking you out of here.”
The woman smiles and bats her blood speckled eyelashes as Ranspar approaches with the body bag, she flips her hair to her backside, her exposed shoulder showing the brand, a scar in the form of a circle with “J.O.R.” in it’s center.
Once he gets close enough he takes hold of the woman’s feet, places them at the mouth of the bag and eases the bag up till it’s over the top of her head. Using both arms he hoists the bag up like he’s carrying his bride and strolls out of the room, his eyes flicking about the halls and other doors as he takes off at a run out of the place.
Ranspar sets the bag into the passenger seat of his speeder car, hops into the driver’s seat and takes off, heading for the spire that attaches the cavern floor to the cavern ceiling, pockets of blue light from large luminescent fungi polka dot the skyline, the source of light in the deep. Like an inverted planet the cave walls on the horizon stretch as far as the eyes can see, dim blue lights at the floor speckle like the glimmering likes of a city, whirring by at speed as Ranspar drives up to the spire and through a hole in the ceiling. Stopping at a hole in the vertical tunnel he changes course and flies in, more blue lights flying by before he comes to a stop at a larger door labeled “Hangar Bay 197”. After cruising into the opening hangar they come upon a starship, sleek and black with a clean sheen. Ranspar parks the speeder and picks up the woman in her bag, a slight shiver felt from within. From behind the ship a ramp extends to the ground, an airlock door opening with a hiss. Toting his capture Ranspar runs up the ramp into the bowels of his starship.
“Kindarix! My boy! Get this ship outta here! We got what we came for!”
The hum of engines rumble throughout the ship as Ranspar gets the woman into a well lit room with a bed and armoire. Laying the bag on the bed he starts to shimmy the bag from the woman, now curled into the fetal position, her eyes wincing from the light.
“Now, lets get you in some clothes...” After a bit of rifling through the armoire, produced from its confines is a red jumpsuit, like Ranspar’s blue one, only smaller. Carefully he dresses her, taking advantage of her distracted demeanor, her eyes darting about the room in childlike curiosity as he slips her arms and legs into the suit and zips it closed over her bodice. Her eyes finally rest on Ranspar’s, a soft innocence in her calm blue eyes.
“Alright, I’m going to put you to sleep, and your dreams are going to teach you how to speak and read basic... Going to have to know at least that.” Pulling out a syringe from the all too familiar side pocket he quickly injects her before she has time to react. As her eyes droop, Ranspar grabs a device with earphones in it, switching it once the earphones are put in her ears. Once that’s taken care of he slips the covers over her and steps out of the room, her lips moving and mumbling her lessons in her sleep.
Stepping to the bridge Ranspar takes the co-pilot seat, looking over at the smaller Ratattaki in the pilot’s seat.
“Good job my son, take us to the Systems Commonwealth hub on Coruscant, Emperor Flavin will be pleased we bagged another force user.” Quietly nodding the boy presses an array of buttons on the ship dashboard and soon they zip off into the galaxy in hyperspace.
Two Masters
“Bring her forward.” Speaks a large man sitting in a chair at a long table his robes light brown with it’s hood down, one other man sitting next to him wearing a mask and black robes his hood up. The room is small, but with a high ceiling, the table taking up most of the space in the room, a datapad laying before the first man, the second leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed, silently brooding. Stepping forward in the red jumpsuit is the woman from Ratattak, her red hair reaching down to her thighs, her blue eyes shyly peering at the two at the table. Ranspar leans on the wall at the door, his arms crossed.
“Hmph, well from what I can sense she most certainly is force sensitive. Mors-lamina, what do you make of her? You think you could train her?”
“We.” speaks the man in black, placing his feet onto the table. “We, will train her. I think it’s time we really work on someone, teach her, make her strong.”
Curtly nodding the former man stands up from his chair. “I agree... You may go Ranspar.” He gestures to the door before sitting back down.
“What is your name girl?” says Mors-lamina after Ranspar takes his leave, strolling out of the office and into the hallway.
She places her hand over her clothed shoulder where the scar of her branding still resides. “My name is Jor.”
“Well Jor, welcome to the Commonwealth, my name is Flavin Antilles, and from this moment onward myself and Mors-lamina will be your masters.” He cranes his head to Mors-lamina, “How long you figure?” Mors-lamina takes his feet off the table. “A year, then give her... a vacation.”
The two masters stand up from their chairs and walk about the table to the woman. Flavin reaches his hand out to Jor. “Come unto my wing oh wayward traveler, I will teach you how to fly.”
Blood and Tears
In a dark and dirty sector of Nar Shadaa Mors-Lamina, former Sith of the Empire now a master within the Systems CommonWealth crept into a private meeting room with a Hutt to discuss something.
"Ahhhh Mors-lamina, come in would you like anything to eat? Ha Ha Ha" spoken from a hoity toity Rodian in an illuminated corner of the room, Drooga the Hutt's translator and speaker no doubt,
"Good evening Drooga, I have business to discuss, look at this"
Mors produced a holocom from the folds of his dark robes, pressed a few buttons, the spitting image of Jor, a rising upstart within the CommonWealth appeared,
"What you see before you is my apprentice, I'am sending her into the Galaxy to further her training, the CommonWealth has high plans for this one".
"What would Drooga want with a woman other than to enslave for his excellent's guests' viewing pleasure?" exclaimed the Rodian.
"Let me explain, she has strength in the force, and skill with a dual lightsaber, but what she lacks greatly is experience, after all she was born on Rattatak beneath the surface, you could easily say she has been living under a rock her whole life. I want you to capture her, and throw her to the pits, send challengers her way, put blood in her hands",
"Hah! She would not last in the pits, my master cannot guarantee her life after her first fight in the pit!"
"I'm not finished. As I said before, she is strong but lacks experience, she will not die, she might in fact become a great entertainment and sensation to a roaring crowd, you will keep her in the pits for three years, after said time you will release her, give her a job, send her to your most charismatic woman and have her undergo training in etiquette and seduction for a year, then you will allow her to come and go as she pleases, The CommonWealth has plans for her, but she must grow as an individual before she can rise within our ranks, I have forwarded the sum of ten million credits to your account Drooga, do not disappoint me." Mors took a polite bow, and slipped from their presence, a grin upon his face.
The Shuttle to Nar Shaddaa was relaxing, after years of training with Flavin and Mors-lamina, I enjoyed watching the stars flit by in hyperspace. As the shuttle hastily made it's way to Nar Shaddaa the Smuggler’s Moon, couldn't help but be excited, a relaxed countenance was but a facade for other passengers around whom I nervously ignored. An intercom chimed in with a delightfully sounding woman as the speeding stars came to a stop, a beautiful sight rivaling that of the surface of Coruscant shone from behind the window, beckoning those within.
"Now arriving, at Nar Shaddaa, the shuttle will enter The Spaceport E.T.A. ten minutes, please gather all carry-on and prepare for a landing, Have a nice day!"
Having nothing to prepare but to ensure my saberstaff remained secure to my hip, and to check my datapad for the money placed into an account and the location of the hotel I would be staying at to enjoy the Smuggler's Moon for a nice vacation. Surely enough, ten minutes later, the shuttle breached the atmosphere and landed upon a brightly lit landing pad, bright and colorful holograms whirl by advertising some beverage. Everyone in the shuttle got up when the Door was lowered.
The shuttle was immediately polluted by a cacophony of speeders and horns, such noise! never thought anywhere in the galaxy would be so noisy. As people were funneled through the customs I made an attempt to meditate, barely shutting out the racket. Eventually a Protocol Droid greeted me at a terminal, "Please place your hand upon the identity reader please", I did as the droid asked and after a few moments a buzz sounded,
"Welcome to Nar Shadda Mrs. Rhol, would you like an escort to your quarters? we have a droid ready to take you there by speeder".
"Thank you, of course I would like an escort, I'm afraid I'd get lost."
"Right this way then Miss" the droid gestured off to the side as people went about their way, the droid shuffled noisily over to a corridor, pressed a button and another droid clanked out of a door and bowed tightly, it's movements hindered by it's lack of waste joints "This way please Mrs. Rhol", The previous droid went back to it's station and this newer droid shuffled along just as noisily as the last, beckoning me with a metal hand. After a few moments of walking we came upon a speeder garage with an outdoor landing pad, splotches of grease and oil decorated the floor and a cavalcade of speeders undergoing maintenance from various service droids of all shapes and sizes, one such speeder, just finished it's maintenance and sparkled with a clean sheen,"This will be your Ride to the Promenade Miss, it will drive itself, it's coordinates already plugged in, please sit in the passenger seat and you will be on your way, enjoy the ride with it's cabin open to the air." gingerly placing myself within the passenger seat, Ah! what's going on! oh.. the seat cushions.. right, I guess they have to suck me into these things.
After a few moments the speeder rev'd up it's engines and sped off into traffic, no doubt going to it's predetermined destination. At first It's a terrifying ride, other speeders rushing by, a lot more noise and random obscenities spouted out at me seemingly personal like it's my fault the speeder's not moving out of the way! The speeder, what an apt term by the way, lived up to it's name's sake, thought I'd get flung out of the darn thing every time it made a sharp turn. After an hour in traffic like this the speeder came to a crawl, the traffic suddenly nowhere to be seen or heard, a dark imposing building off in the distance. Couldn't help but think this speeder went the wrong way somewhere, what do I do I can't drive! Feeling trapped and nervous. What the! Who in the-oof!-felt a sharp pain on the back of my head and saw stars...
The man grinned with success toward his partner recently uncloaked in the back seat with a bludgeon in his hand, the one in the driver seat took up the flight controls and sped off to the dark building in the distance, their quarry successfully captured, Drooga will be pleased.
I awoke with a start, opened my eyes but saw nothing, great.. it's dark, old fears crawled up on me, remembering my training closed my eyes again, visualized the force, a still pond with a couple light drops of water causing ripples all around, guards outside perhaps? Now calmed, tried to move, hearing the rustle of metal--chained--great! more reminders of the past what the heck have you gotten yourself into Jor, some vacation this turned out to be, no matter, no doubt being a woman, there will be men soon, I'll strike at them with my will and dominate their minds and set myself free, need only wait. After an immeasurable amount of time, seemingly in here for days in a state of meditation, waiting. I opened my eyes once more, damn it why do they keep me here? As if answering the door creaked open, a red light shone through, the clank and clang of gears and metal filled the room, the red gaze of a droid entered the room, and for the first time I'm able to see that I'm chained to a hover-table in a small room with a metal door wearing nothing but rags, not even going to try to mess this droid up, do they know that I can use the force? The droid grabbed the table and towed it through the door into a dark hallway, a shred of light shimmering through a fine grated portcullis, it slowly rose shedding more light in the hall, the chant of a crowd in a non-basic language became audible.
Once again I was afraid, what in the world am I doing here?, what are they saying? struggles begin anew, the chains too strong and thick, mind not focused enough to break them, did I even have a chance? Unceremoniously I'm unchained and deposited within a tight circle with high walls all around the crowd roaring from above another grated door on the opposite side, dirt and rocks with blood and bones strewn about. Curse the noise of the crowd, can't focus. The opposite door began to open as the droid towed the table back into the door we came from, the gate hastily slamming shut barring my escape, as if I'd make it out of here. A tall, muscled man, fierce scars upon his face and body in both his hands were vibroblades, he stepped into the ring, the gate closing behind him, he turned his head and spat "A woman?! You've got to be kidding me, here!" He tossed one his vibroblades towards me, he wanted a fight? I'll give him one, looked him right in his eyes and a knowing grin split across his face "Ahhhh a warrior, come then! show Grex'or, Champion of the pit what you've got!" He raised his face and arms to the crowd roaring with bestial fury. Picking up the vibroblade, with a press of a button it hummed with energy, He stood there and took a defensive stance, eyes watching my every move, ladies first then. I pressed the attack, a feint to the left, the man deftly parries the quick redirection to the right, he riposted with a straight stab, backing me away, he pressed an attack of his own using his longer arms to keep me at a comfortable distance, I parried a left thrust, and downward stroke, I took a risky pirouette within his defense and slid the vibroblade to his throat, he hastily brought up his vibroblade, surprise in his eyes, he still caught my blade, with a shove he threw me to the ground and pointed his blade to my face. "Get up! I'm not done with you!" Grex'or took a step back, the crowd displeased above. I flipped back onto my feet and the fight began anew, this time, he gave no opportunity and was the first to attack, parried upward stroke, parried a slash to the right, his foot work quick for his size, I got backed into the wall and we came close, blade to blade, ugh! is that his breath? "heh heh, if it was under different circumstances perhaps we could do some other type of 'struggle' eh?" is he smelling my hair?! With his guard down I kicked him in the nuts and shoved him to the ground, a yelp escaped his mouth like the dog he was, "Get up! I'm not done with you!" gesturing my sword in his direction, a guffaw escaped his mouth and after a moment of recovery the fight continued, "It's over sweet heart I'm ending this!" with a flurry of saber strikes I could not keep up the defense and was nicked several times, the pain sharp, my defense defeated he came in close and struck upon my head with the pommel, an odd serenity came over me and I could hear my master's words echo, "Only through the brink of death will those strong enough rise from the ashes all the wiser, and through honor will look to their opponent and drive them to that same brink."
Grex'or couldn't help but feel bad for this strange beauty, a rose with thorns he would call her. "What a shame" he remarked as he brought up his blade for the killing stroke, then suddenly the dirt and rocks began to quiver with life and rise into the air, agape Grex'or backed against the wall, "What trickery is this?!" the woman before his eyes struggled to her feet, rocks and bone rushed around her like hornets from the swamps of Hutta, a fear overcame him as the bones and rocks increase in number and speed as she got up and turned to him, blood flowing from her forehead where he struck her, mixing with tears on her cheeks, her eyes filled with emotion as she closed them, the rocks and bones flew at him, peppering him with wounds as the sharp points scrape and graze and even penetrate his body, his scream echoed upward and the crowd goes silent watching in awe at the carnage, the man slumps down a bloody mess inches from death.
"and through honor will look to their opponent and drive them to that same brink..." Jor said almost in a trance, she opened her eyes and the rocks and bones fell to the ground lifeless She looked up to the crowd with her arms upraised. After a moment the crowd roared with excitement, chanting some foreign words, both gates opened and medical droids took up both fighters as Jor slumped into unconsciousness and the crowd leeked out the exits as an announcer declared the winner and bid everyone good day.
From that moment on I bade my time, cutting away opponents, strengthening resolve, I saw my situation under a new light, this was more training, heard much later that Gex'or survived, was released and spread my legend through the crowd "She is a rose with thorns, do not take her lightly". I couldn't help but wonder how long I've been captured. After pondering a while in the cell, the door slid open and a well dressed Rodian stepped in.
"Mrs. Rhol, after three years in the pit I must gladly inform you of your release, you will be taken to The Slippery Slopes Cantina and you will be taken care of for a while, you deserve more than enough rest."
Noticing his countenance and wording, deemed him trustworthy, and let him escort me away from this cell... three years.. it's been that long, hardly noticed, my body was now lined with muscles, hair long and unruly, didn't want to think about how bad I smelled.
We arrived at the Cantina after a few hours, I was silent as the grave the whole way, the Rodian couldn't keep his mouth shut, but his words were frightening "Master Mors-lamina came to us three years ago before you arrived and told Drooga to do this to you, he said you needed the experience, blood on your hands if you were to be a successful soldier of the Commonwealth, I can only imagine how you felt all these years, I assume since I'm not a bloody pulp that you have come to terms with your situation. However I must inform you that your 'training' has only just begun, Kittanya, our most eloquent and charismatic woman among our mistresses is going to make you civilized, your master told us of your upbringing so I expect you to take this seriously and listen to everything She says". Mors-lamina, of course the former sith would put me through such rigorous trials. Like a disease, a hatred began to take root, ohhh when I see him again.
They went through a back door into the cantina, dress rooms and vanities all about with women gussying up and chattering. Not much different from the women on Rattatak, it's been a long time since I've felt a touch of home, I felt tears fall down my face, quickly wiped them away, the Rodian led me by the arm.
"Kittanyaaaaaa, Kittanya! where are you I have Mrs. Rolarolroj with me!"
"What? She survived?! Oh great, now I have to baby sit and teach an animal how to be civilized." groaned a muffled voice from behind a door. The door opened and a tan brown Mirialan of average height, equally tan shocks of hair, stepped out and began to scrutinize me with eyes that seemed well practiced.
"My goodness! what did you men do to her! bring her inside she must clean up immediately! and get out! it's girl time!" the Rodian awkwardly obeyed and gestured for me to enter. Inside the door was a small room with all sorts of various accoutrements for shows and parties, one set aside from all the rest, a rugged outfit with a blaster pistol hanging from a belt.
"let's get you cleaned up girl, take off your clothes and get in my shower, press the button for TOTAL CLEANSING and just stand there and let the machine do it's magic, when you're done come out so I can get a good look at you" I nervously obeyed, cheeks flushed red, never been naked in the presence of anyone even on my time spent on Rattatak.
I climbed into what looked like a shower, only to be surprised by all kinds of buttons, saw the right one, pressed it, then suddenly water came spewing out from all sides. Mechanical arms holding scrubbing tools, soap, and various other cleansing amenities came out and began their work, like the groping hands of men that I was told horror stories about on Rattatak they began to clean off all the dirt and muck, washed my hair and privates, after a few moments the water stopped the hands retracted, standing there soaking wet, and quivering with terror a rush of air blew in from all sides, warming and caressing me, drying me off Ah! Ah! Stop! am I not dry enough!? after a few moments I was somewhat dry and a mechanical hand came out with a towel and gestured for me to take it... gingerly took the offering and finished the drying, a hand shot out and yanked the towel away when I was done, retracting from wence it came. I stepped out of the infernal machine whimpering with tears, naked, hugging myself and obviously shaken.
"Aw, poor baby come give aunt Kitt a hug" Kittanya genuinely pouted at me with open arms, an uncontrollable instinct came over me and I rushed into her arms crying "There there, did my shower scare you? Shoulda' known, sorry, you look nice though girl cheer up, stand back and let me get a good look at ya" a few sniffles and sharp intakes of breath and I gingerly stepped back to be appraised. Kittanya looked at me for a long moment, stepped around behind, Hey! What are you doing back there!, did you just?!, she went back around I saw where her eyes went don't you dare! OH! "Hmmm you got the right stuff girl you'll get far in my line of work that's for sure, we gotta get you into something nice though" She turned away for a moment and started to sift through her dresser, after a few moments sized me up with a simple dress skirt and scant breastplates "This should do nicely, put it on and let me do something with your hair." I quietly obeyed lest this Kittanya woman grope me again. "There! nice girl, you'll turn heads for sure, but first let's cut your hair a bit" Kitt gestured towards a chair in front of her vanity I sat, and Kitt cut.
From that point onward I was trained to become a civilized woman, and learned how to serve drinks in the bar under the watchful tutelage of Mistress Kittanya it was a fond year, much better than the three beforehand, came to call the Slippery Slopes my one true home away from home. When Kittanya came to me one day, She has my saberstaff! I snatched it from her and coddled it like a newborn child, she told me I could leave now and come back to the bar anytime I wanted to work and rest between adventures, hugging Kittanya goodbye, went off into the galaxy where more challenges await.
Light in the Darkness
The Shuttle off Nar Shaddaa was uneventful, the people were boring and I
couldn't help but feel like I was above and beyond every individual within. Had an itch I never thought I'd have, wanted to activate my saberstaff and have a go with any person in there worth their mettle, Jor what are you thinking.... had to close my eyes and think of peace, but all I could see was the blood, all I could see was darkness.
"Now Approaching Alderaan, E.T.A. 5 minutes, please be sure to gather your belongings and have a nice day!"
Alderaan... My next stop, I will be meeting someone there along with Mors-lamina, hope his friend can defend himself, won't give them a chance for forgiveness.
I got off the shuttle in a hurry, had to get to The Shining Star, what I saw when I left though kept me standing in awe, what are these things here?, these great tall, brown and green things towering over me like the buildings on Nar Shaddaa, what's this white stuff everywhere on the ground, this funky green hair covering everything? I've never seen anything like this underground on Rattatak, within the temples of Coruscant, on the dunes of Tatooine, nor the vibrant holo lights of Nar Shaddaa. For a moment I knew peace as I took a stroll to House Organna through my first forest, large herd animals mewling in the distance, and Mountains on the horizon, kings with their brilliant white crowns, a red haze just on the edge of my vision.
I came upon a venerable fortress to House Organna, was pressed for identification by great bulking droids, their cold and calculating voices prodding me for protocol, I gave them what they wanted and was allowed within the walls, AI turrets atop the battlements scanning for threats.
After some more walking among more droids and people in bright clothing as they scurried about, I came upon the Shining Star and entered promptly. There he was Mors-lamina. He was holding council with a blue twi'lek woman, My eyes however were only for him... how could he do that to me? strand me on Nar Shaddaa where I had to fight for my life! I was seeing red when I came up to him having no idea I had my saberstaff drawn in my left hand, caressing the exposed power crystal in the center of the saber with my thumb it felt good to have its weight in my hand, my forefinger hovering over the activation button.
I came to a complete stop, an atmosphere of the force resisting against my advance, hands shaking, knees trembling, steps becoming heavier and heavier. I dropped to my knees, dark tendrils wafting from my person. Was I that far gone? Who's doing this? It must be that twi'lek woman. I gave in, she was helping me, perhaps Mors knew how dangerously close I was to darkness, and brought this woman to save me. The red behind my vision slowly cleared, the dark tendrils obliterated. I fell into unconsciousness the last thing I heard was: "I have a long apology to make my apprentice, Staysitrun was here for your own good, I'm proud of you..."
"Ah you're awake, good I must say I will spend the rest of my life begging for your forgiveness, you needed the pit, look upon your body, take away the pain, the blood, the anguish, and you're left with a powerful, well built woman, exactly what the Commonwealth needs for our military."
"As you should you bad, bad man!" exclaimed the Twi'lek "Look what I had to do to her! One more year in that pit and she would've been lost to the dark side! We don't want another Rivv to have to stow away on a planet somewhere!" Mors, and the Twi'lek no doubt, Staysitrun was her name? I got up with a groan, rubbing my temples, vision foggy. "So, the CommonWealth needs me eh? Well, since you got me here I will do what I can to redeem myself, you have no idea what I wanted to do to you Mors-lamina, if it weren't for Stay I was going to cut you down and finish my path to the dark side." my hands trembled as I said those words, tears upon my face I was not lying, I would have struck him down if I had the chance... I got on the floor in front of Stay "Please I beg you forgive me woman if it weren't for you.. I..I was...", "Hush Jor, stand up and be at peace your training begins, welcome to the CommonWealth base of Operations, I hear you made yourself quite the barmaid, make me a ball blaster if you please and we will talk more on your future that lies ahead".
Rosette
I stood there behind the bar, mixing the drinks for Staysitrun and Mors-lamina, they patiently sat in a corner, no doubt talking about me. This work gave me something to do, to busy my hands, to keep the darkness from creeping back. Satisfied I poured the mixture into two glasses.
"Ah good, been waiting to taste the fruits of your struggle on Nar Shaddaa, I hope one year is good enough for what we have planned for you" Mors-lamina said as I walked up to them drinks in hand, I served, bowed and sat in the couch across from them.
"House Thul has something we need, we're planning on putting together a team of elite operatives, force users like yourself and some of the most clever and resourceful spacers we have among us. They have a stealth suit you see, with your force powers you might be able to make people believe that you're not there, but it has no affect on droids nor cyborgs, that is why we need you to infiltrate their fortress and retrieve it, however we have to take your saberstaff and you must NOT use any force powers, House Thul has allied themselves with the empire we do not want any sith sniffing you out and blowing your cover. This is a deep cover mission, you will probably be behind enemy lines for years before you can even get close to getting this suit. It is time you put your skills learned in The Slippery Slopes to use my apprentice."
"Oh, and one more thing your name is to be Rosette of House Ulgo, we've scrambled your identity and you will be taking a speeder to House Thul, everything past the point you enter that speeder is all you." Mors-lamina finished with a deep breath, his mask and dark robes hiding his emotions.
"Be strong Rosette, take up the mantle of the Rose with thorns once again, beautiful but sharp." Stay said endearingly sipping her drink, worry written all over her face.
The speeder flew over the forest and mountains, but I could not pay attention to their majesty... What am I going to do? sure I know how to catch the eyes of men and win their hearts, I know how to make a good hutese hangover, I know how to turn a normal man's insides into jelly with my bare hands but once again I have no lightsaber... and now I can't use my powers? what if I mess up, what if a sith does find me, I will be defenseless.. I fidgeted like this the whole way.
As I came over the mountain tops in the speeder, House Thul appeared in the distance, a fortress just like Organna. Suddenly, an explosion coming from the back of the speeder knocked me against the flight controls and I was out like a light.
"What's that over the mountain tops? Woah! we need medical probes asap, send em to these coordinates, someone got shot out of the sky, looked like a missile coming from Organna, there it crashed send them NOW! go go!"
I awoke with a start, I was in a bed in a thin gown sweat upon by brow, a young man saw that I was awake and left the room in a hurry.. I lied back down setting my head against the pillow, time to work your magic Rosette. The room was well lit by an overhead fixture, it's white light showing the contents of this room, it didn't look like any medical bay that's for sure, looked like a woman's bedroom more like. There was a vanity, an armoire, and what looked like a walk-in closet, there was also a shower. This gown I was wearing was much too small for me, it barely reached my thighs and it did not leave much to imagination... it should do nicely, after a moment I got up and sat at the vanity, I grabbed a comb nearby and started absently brushing my hair looking in the mirror, practicing my smile.
It seemed after a long time sitting there combing my hair, I began to wonder where that young man went, and when I was going to be 'checked up on' isn't that what people do after they rescue you from a crash? Fed up I got up and checked out the walk-in closet after a few moments of inspection I found a flowing red dress with golden filigree flowers curling about the bottom all I could think of was "The Rose with thorns" and HAD to wear it, just had to, plus it went well with my hair. I stepped out of the closet and went to the vanity to check myself out and in the reflection I saw that young man again, this time accompanied with a slightly older man wearing very regal clothes purple and gold with little puffy cuffs on his shoulders, obviously a noble of high standing.
"Excuse me madame, I'm glad you found something to wear, but you will need to come with me and talk for a moment with my advisers, please follow me." I did as the man asked, the robe swished at my feet with the movement of my hips, if I was to get anywhere around here it's gonna be doing exactly that.
"I'm glad you survived the crash, it must have been terrifying, falling from the sky like that if my patrol hadn't seen you get shot out of the sky you probably would have died. I'm sure you have much to tell us, we only wish to know who you are and why you might be shot down by Organna."
"Thank you for saving my life, I will most certainly tell you my story, who are your advisers?"
"A few people who have earned my trust and have proved to be wise in various matters that I'am not"
At the end of that conversation through the brightly lit hall with potted plants every ten steps, we also came to the end of said hall and came upon an auditorium with a few men sitting around a table on the stage, no doubt the advisers, from here I could see one person in an imperial officer uniform, a couple men dressed in purple robes these guys really like purple, and one other man that sat next to the officer he was wearing a thick robe black as night inlaid with rivers of blood red lines weaving top to bottom, uh oh could it be a sith? one can only hope, I'll have to be extra careful to hide my force presence. The other three were having a discussion while the supposed sith sat quietly brooding, his featureless mask hiding his face, his emotion.
As I came to the first steps at the top of the Auditorium the sith rapidly stood and faced my direction, I gave a start, my goodness does he know? yep, that's a lightsaber at his hip, he's climbing up the steps! uh oh hide the force hiiide the force nope, no force here.
Jasebi was bored, he was charged to guard the imperial officer at the time and that guarding extended to the rest of the compound, he was given a key card to give him access to all the rooms, which was a nifty perk, but just standing around and talking all day left him bored to tears, the women weren't even worth his time they were all so little and wimpy looking not a one caught his eyes. He sat there drumming his fingers on the table while the puny officer talked with the nobles about stupid little nerfs and the dispute between Organna and Thul.. What's this? Who's that woman appearing at the top of the steps up there? Her red hair glistened like fire in the light of the morning sun coming through the slits in the walls, the color of blood in her lips, a scar no doubt from battle on her right eye it looked like it was made a long time ago his compliments to the carver, her dress began just below the top of her shoulders and it jealously hugged her fit form red as her hair with gold filigree flowers at the bottom, her hips swung left to right giving the bottom the look of fire burning as she swathed a burning path down the steps. I stood immediately, this woman is exactly the entertainment, the excitement I need in this prissy and lame fortress of sticks and toy soldiers. I will have her and she will be mine!
I stood there as he climbed the steps, chills crawling up my spine and the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end. He got up to me, got on one knee and placed his hands over his mask, his hands came away the mask with them, his skin was frightfully red with black tattoos like blades giving texture to his face, little horns on the top of his brow the color of bone, his eyes like furnaces burning me with his gaze, he spoke to me in a rich imperial accent.
"My lady, I have never seen such a beautiful creature, please allow me to escort you through this fortress, your magnificent presence must be known by everyone and worshipped like a goddess among mere mortals." he took my hand and pressed it to his lips, how flattering, show me around eh? well then my job just got that much easier, I need a plan though.
"But first, we must talk. Tell us what happened to you, please come sit with us at the table."
I sat there and made up a story about how House Ulgo banished me, gave me a speeder to leave, that I heard of House Thul's hospitality, had to come here so that I could live again, house Organna shot me down because they did not want me to come within their fortress, because they were paranoid and cruel I tried to make it over here, but had feared the worse when I saw the missile behind me and thanked them again, batting my eyelashes and shedding some tears.
Food was brought and we feasted on what I was told was "nerf" steaks and salads, fish from the rivers, and Alderaanian wine, It was all okay, I could probably do better but it was good. I kept my attention on the Sith though, tried to read his emotion, see his feelings in his face, he was smitten with me for sure, he told me about the fortress we were in and all the accomplishments he's made while here, he told me his name was Jasebi a powerful Sith of the Empire. I played around with him during the feast, looked at him, smiled, giggled at his jokes and punctuated his words with a flutter of my eyelashes which he took in strides.
After the feast we got up, the advisers satisfied with my words and perfectly willing to give me the room I stayed in, it belonged to the late mistress of the House, died long ago to an attack by the Killik a race of sentient insects that dominate the minds of other sentient beings. Jasebi bowed to me and offered his escort, I offered him the crook of my arm and he graciously took me around the place, showing me everything, the important parts I payed attention to was him, the amount of guards, all human, perfect, the way to the house's secure vaults where he brought me inside and showed me all the artifacts that they held, including the suit that I was looking for, and the key card around his neck that he swiped at every terminal.
"Rosette, you are an enchanting woman, I am privileged to have shown you around this place, but I must ask, you are not like all the other women on this planet, how lucky am I to have found such a creature?" I blushed for him, watched his face melt before my eyes I got him right where I want him now for the plan to come to the fore. "Jasebi, you flatter me, I'm afraid your luck has yet to begin" with that I leaned in and kissed him on the lips, the smell of the wine and the taste of his meal fresh on his tongue, ugh.. at least the wine was good. Jasebi was stiff as a statue after I released my face from his, touched two of my fingers to my lips and then touched his cheek. "Later, tonight? will you come to my quarters? I really want to show you something." I walked away making sure my hips were swishing just right not even looking back, knowing him as much as I've so far gleaned he's probably either passed out or still standing there taking it all in watching my butt as I left down the hall to my quarters, where my plan would surely succeed.
I got to my room, looked through the clothes some more to find something skimpy, after a moment I figured why wear clothes at all? It will help ease him into the illusion, and if it fails there's no point in them anyway. I changed to bed sheets to a better color, something more hot and vibrant, It was a blend of red and yellow like a bed of fire, he'll like it if I stick to themes.
After hours of preparation, making sure the lightning was perfect, the room envisioned so I could still see it even with my eyes closed, I heard footsteps shuffling down the hall, it's go time! Lay on the bed, face my body towards the door perfect, get a bolt of mental force ready to launch right at him when he comes in the doorway, if i'm lucky he won't know what hit him and he'll see what he wants to see.
"Rosette! I'm here darling what is it you wish to-"
Jasebi stood agape in the doorway, ignoring the tingle he felt in his head, "She's... she's, how dare I wear clothing!" he starts to rip off his clothes with startling speed, she beckons him to the bed "I'm coming for you Rosette!...."
Good it worked, I got up, he was standing there in the doorway with a vacant expression on his face.. still clothed, drool going down his chin, woah! what the-oh... right, erection, let's see, yep he's got his key card, perfect, now let's go get me my new dress! Stepped out of my room, naked still, having no need for clothes where I'm going, every guard I passed by didn't notice me, every door opened at my whim thanks to Jasebi, ah there it was the stealth suit, I must admit what I had to do to get it was entertaining to say the least, I feel bad for Jasebi, but you know a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.
After taking the stealth suit and putting it on, why not? Now I figure I can get out of here even with the droids scanning the place, let's see how this thing works. Ooo It feels nice, really form fitting, I hope it doesn't chafe though, I bet it chafes, I'll never know until I start running I suppose.
After a few minutes fiddling with the wrist pad buttons I quickly found out how it worked, one button counteracts infrared, one puts up a nifty helmet that shoots out of the collar with a micro camera showing the outside with a user interface that put an overlay on the wrist pad that labeled all the buttons, and a range finder on everything I looked at after a few seconds, cool! Pressed the anti infrared button and then left the compound, leaving everything behind, soon as I got a few paces from the walls I made a run for it, can't risk anything.
It took me overnight to make it back to House Organna, "Waddya know the suit didn't chafe!" I exclaimed to the stars, got to the Shining Star, slipping past all the security, used a holocom built into the suit to contact Mors-lamina.
"Jor, you already got it?! Amazing we'll pick you up in an hour, good job, I'm proud of you, I'm proud that you are my apprentice, you'll have to tell me everything that happened, I take it the stealth suit is what we're looking for?"
"Yes, yes it is."
Epilogue: For The CommonWealth
So That's my story for the most part, after that crazy mission I was given many more and for a long year I rose in power in the CommonWealth, fighting alongside all their best soldiers, including some I've met before, or have been mentioned like Rivv, and Staysitrun, my commanding officer for the longest time was Theman, the CommonWealth's top crackshot and battle commander. I have also fought alongside some other new people like Hestranna the chief justicar, Ohlen a veteran trooper, Flavin the emperor himself and many more. At one fateful meeting I was given the rank of officer, and took up the mantle as master. My duty now is to ensure the people of the CommonWealth are protected, and to take in as many padawans as I can to teach them my power.
"Come unto my wing oh wayward traveler, I will teach you how to fly"
- Flavin Antilles
The deepest bowels of Ratattak, where the most destitute live, the lowest of the gladiators fight, and the most perverse slavers ply their trade. The wails of a mother in labor echo through the halls of a hospital from the other side of a door. Leaning against the wall on the right side of the door is a man nearly three meters tall, the top of his deep red hair brushing the ceiling, his arms crossed over his barrel chest, his face cut in a firm demeanor, but the tears welling in his eyes speak his despair. The pained cries of the mother are silenced, replaced by the preening cries of a newborn baby, the man places his palm on the door.
“My child, my blood, my legacy... May you live your life with my love at your side, let it bring those together who would normally be torn apart by war, let it spread like wildfire... You may not know my words now, but in time you will... For now, live... I must depart and stop the man who would destroy what I have created.”
The man removes his palm from the door after a red shimmer slips like a thin mist beneath the crack under the door. At that he sprints off down the hall and around the corner, his brown robes embroidered with a green filigree like flora springing from dirt flutter in his wake.
From around that same corner walks a Ratattaki in a dark blue jumpsuit, a large kolto tank hovers after him, “Ranspar Rhol” etched in his name tag over his left breast pocket. He pounds the back of his fist on the door, it swings open revealing the gore of the dead human mother on the table almost ignored by the wet nurse cradling the newborn in a swaddling cloth, she stands by for the preparation of the tank for the first stage of slave processing as is the law for all newborn orphans.
Ranspar presses a few buttons on his datapad and the tank settles to the ground with a soft thud, he presses a couple more buttons and the tank folds open, a multitude of wires with small hollow needles drop down. From a pocket on his side he pulls out a syringe and reaches for the child, injects her and pries the sedated newborn girl from the swaddling cloth. Within a few seconds she’s floating in fluids with her vitals displayed on a hologram projection in the duraplast separating her from the outside. Once again Ranspar pokes at his datapad and the now laden kolto tank floats after him as he walks down the hall dimly lit by an ambient blue light that dominates the deep.
Years later, in an exceedingly dark room, barely lit with ambient blue light from a crack under the door, on the other side a bed covered with sheets and pillows stretches from wall to wall. A young girl perhaps no older than sixteen years of age is bunched into a corner of the bed, her naked legs hiding the rest of her body, her arms wrapped around them. Long unkempt red hair falls down to the bed, spreading a couple inches from her crouched form, parted from her face so her eyes can constantly scan the crack under the door. A thin smile splits her lips as the light from under the door is interrupted by two long shadows, harbinger of the feet of her next playmate. An orange flicker, like an ember of a flame dances in her eyes.
Ranspar’s Gambit
In that same dark room, about four years later, the lithe and voluptuous form of the now fully grown woman lays upon her bed, brushing her long red hair with her fingers as her bright orange eyes scan the door for her next prey. The door bursts open and a man steps in with a pair of handcuffs and a body bag.
“Ahh, there she is, you’re coming with me slave!”
The woman’s brow furrowed in confusion, but soon her lips part in a snarl, ferocity in her eyes as her figure starts to burn with a red fire. Large tongues of the flame swipe at the man as it grows with the woman’s ferocity, her body now crouched like a predator on her bed. Soon the man is engulfed in her effigy and he writhes on the ground in agony, grasping his skull in his hands. Seconds later his head pops like a grape and the woman’s angry aura dies down to embers before being smote to steam, her eyes turn blue. She resumes her previous stance on the bed and brushes her hair as if nothing happened.
“What in all the hells was that?!” A pair of Rattataki men from outside clamber into the room flabbergasted, they see the chunks of gore on the floor and walls, the specks of blood on the woman as she casually lays there blissfully brushing her hair.
“We better get the imperials in here, I think we bagged a forcey”,”And get someone in here to clean this mess! Son of a...” The voice trails off as the man leaves the room to no doubt carry out what he has spoken, meanwhile the other guy stands in awe of the carnage, the look of reverence on his face as he regards the woman. Dusting off his “Ranspar Rhol” nametag he cautiously picks up the body bag, slowly approaching the woman on the bed with his hands held out like a wrangler attempting to tame a wild animal.
“It’s going to be okay... I’m taking you out of here.”
The woman smiles and bats her blood speckled eyelashes as Ranspar approaches with the body bag, she flips her hair to her backside, her exposed shoulder showing the brand, a scar in the form of a circle with “J.O.R.” in it’s center.
Once he gets close enough he takes hold of the woman’s feet, places them at the mouth of the bag and eases the bag up till it’s over the top of her head. Using both arms he hoists the bag up like he’s carrying his bride and strolls out of the room, his eyes flicking about the halls and other doors as he takes off at a run out of the place.
Ranspar sets the bag into the passenger seat of his speeder car, hops into the driver’s seat and takes off, heading for the spire that attaches the cavern floor to the cavern ceiling, pockets of blue light from large luminescent fungi polka dot the skyline, the source of light in the deep. Like an inverted planet the cave walls on the horizon stretch as far as the eyes can see, dim blue lights at the floor speckle like the glimmering likes of a city, whirring by at speed as Ranspar drives up to the spire and through a hole in the ceiling. Stopping at a hole in the vertical tunnel he changes course and flies in, more blue lights flying by before he comes to a stop at a larger door labeled “Hangar Bay 197”. After cruising into the opening hangar they come upon a starship, sleek and black with a clean sheen. Ranspar parks the speeder and picks up the woman in her bag, a slight shiver felt from within. From behind the ship a ramp extends to the ground, an airlock door opening with a hiss. Toting his capture Ranspar runs up the ramp into the bowels of his starship.
“Kindarix! My boy! Get this ship outta here! We got what we came for!”
The hum of engines rumble throughout the ship as Ranspar gets the woman into a well lit room with a bed and armoire. Laying the bag on the bed he starts to shimmy the bag from the woman, now curled into the fetal position, her eyes wincing from the light.
“Now, lets get you in some clothes...” After a bit of rifling through the armoire, produced from its confines is a red jumpsuit, like Ranspar’s blue one, only smaller. Carefully he dresses her, taking advantage of her distracted demeanor, her eyes darting about the room in childlike curiosity as he slips her arms and legs into the suit and zips it closed over her bodice. Her eyes finally rest on Ranspar’s, a soft innocence in her calm blue eyes.
“Alright, I’m going to put you to sleep, and your dreams are going to teach you how to speak and read basic... Going to have to know at least that.” Pulling out a syringe from the all too familiar side pocket he quickly injects her before she has time to react. As her eyes droop, Ranspar grabs a device with earphones in it, switching it once the earphones are put in her ears. Once that’s taken care of he slips the covers over her and steps out of the room, her lips moving and mumbling her lessons in her sleep.
Stepping to the bridge Ranspar takes the co-pilot seat, looking over at the smaller Ratattaki in the pilot’s seat.
“Good job my son, take us to the Systems Commonwealth hub on Coruscant, Emperor Flavin will be pleased we bagged another force user.” Quietly nodding the boy presses an array of buttons on the ship dashboard and soon they zip off into the galaxy in hyperspace.
Two Masters
“Bring her forward.” Speaks a large man sitting in a chair at a long table his robes light brown with it’s hood down, one other man sitting next to him wearing a mask and black robes his hood up. The room is small, but with a high ceiling, the table taking up most of the space in the room, a datapad laying before the first man, the second leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed, silently brooding. Stepping forward in the red jumpsuit is the woman from Ratattak, her red hair reaching down to her thighs, her blue eyes shyly peering at the two at the table. Ranspar leans on the wall at the door, his arms crossed.
“Hmph, well from what I can sense she most certainly is force sensitive. Mors-lamina, what do you make of her? You think you could train her?”
“We.” speaks the man in black, placing his feet onto the table. “We, will train her. I think it’s time we really work on someone, teach her, make her strong.”
Curtly nodding the former man stands up from his chair. “I agree... You may go Ranspar.” He gestures to the door before sitting back down.
“What is your name girl?” says Mors-lamina after Ranspar takes his leave, strolling out of the office and into the hallway.
She places her hand over her clothed shoulder where the scar of her branding still resides. “My name is Jor.”
“Well Jor, welcome to the Commonwealth, my name is Flavin Antilles, and from this moment onward myself and Mors-lamina will be your masters.” He cranes his head to Mors-lamina, “How long you figure?” Mors-lamina takes his feet off the table. “A year, then give her... a vacation.”
The two masters stand up from their chairs and walk about the table to the woman. Flavin reaches his hand out to Jor. “Come unto my wing oh wayward traveler, I will teach you how to fly.”
Blood and Tears
In a dark and dirty sector of Nar Shadaa Mors-Lamina, former Sith of the Empire now a master within the Systems CommonWealth crept into a private meeting room with a Hutt to discuss something.
"Ahhhh Mors-lamina, come in would you like anything to eat? Ha Ha Ha" spoken from a hoity toity Rodian in an illuminated corner of the room, Drooga the Hutt's translator and speaker no doubt,
"Good evening Drooga, I have business to discuss, look at this"
Mors produced a holocom from the folds of his dark robes, pressed a few buttons, the spitting image of Jor, a rising upstart within the CommonWealth appeared,
"What you see before you is my apprentice, I'am sending her into the Galaxy to further her training, the CommonWealth has high plans for this one".
"What would Drooga want with a woman other than to enslave for his excellent's guests' viewing pleasure?" exclaimed the Rodian.
"Let me explain, she has strength in the force, and skill with a dual lightsaber, but what she lacks greatly is experience, after all she was born on Rattatak beneath the surface, you could easily say she has been living under a rock her whole life. I want you to capture her, and throw her to the pits, send challengers her way, put blood in her hands",
"Hah! She would not last in the pits, my master cannot guarantee her life after her first fight in the pit!"
"I'm not finished. As I said before, she is strong but lacks experience, she will not die, she might in fact become a great entertainment and sensation to a roaring crowd, you will keep her in the pits for three years, after said time you will release her, give her a job, send her to your most charismatic woman and have her undergo training in etiquette and seduction for a year, then you will allow her to come and go as she pleases, The CommonWealth has plans for her, but she must grow as an individual before she can rise within our ranks, I have forwarded the sum of ten million credits to your account Drooga, do not disappoint me." Mors took a polite bow, and slipped from their presence, a grin upon his face.
The Shuttle to Nar Shaddaa was relaxing, after years of training with Flavin and Mors-lamina, I enjoyed watching the stars flit by in hyperspace. As the shuttle hastily made it's way to Nar Shaddaa the Smuggler’s Moon, couldn't help but be excited, a relaxed countenance was but a facade for other passengers around whom I nervously ignored. An intercom chimed in with a delightfully sounding woman as the speeding stars came to a stop, a beautiful sight rivaling that of the surface of Coruscant shone from behind the window, beckoning those within.
"Now arriving, at Nar Shaddaa, the shuttle will enter The Spaceport E.T.A. ten minutes, please gather all carry-on and prepare for a landing, Have a nice day!"
Having nothing to prepare but to ensure my saberstaff remained secure to my hip, and to check my datapad for the money placed into an account and the location of the hotel I would be staying at to enjoy the Smuggler's Moon for a nice vacation. Surely enough, ten minutes later, the shuttle breached the atmosphere and landed upon a brightly lit landing pad, bright and colorful holograms whirl by advertising some beverage. Everyone in the shuttle got up when the Door was lowered.
The shuttle was immediately polluted by a cacophony of speeders and horns, such noise! never thought anywhere in the galaxy would be so noisy. As people were funneled through the customs I made an attempt to meditate, barely shutting out the racket. Eventually a Protocol Droid greeted me at a terminal, "Please place your hand upon the identity reader please", I did as the droid asked and after a few moments a buzz sounded,
"Welcome to Nar Shadda Mrs. Rhol, would you like an escort to your quarters? we have a droid ready to take you there by speeder".
"Thank you, of course I would like an escort, I'm afraid I'd get lost."
"Right this way then Miss" the droid gestured off to the side as people went about their way, the droid shuffled noisily over to a corridor, pressed a button and another droid clanked out of a door and bowed tightly, it's movements hindered by it's lack of waste joints "This way please Mrs. Rhol", The previous droid went back to it's station and this newer droid shuffled along just as noisily as the last, beckoning me with a metal hand. After a few moments of walking we came upon a speeder garage with an outdoor landing pad, splotches of grease and oil decorated the floor and a cavalcade of speeders undergoing maintenance from various service droids of all shapes and sizes, one such speeder, just finished it's maintenance and sparkled with a clean sheen,"This will be your Ride to the Promenade Miss, it will drive itself, it's coordinates already plugged in, please sit in the passenger seat and you will be on your way, enjoy the ride with it's cabin open to the air." gingerly placing myself within the passenger seat, Ah! what's going on! oh.. the seat cushions.. right, I guess they have to suck me into these things.
After a few moments the speeder rev'd up it's engines and sped off into traffic, no doubt going to it's predetermined destination. At first It's a terrifying ride, other speeders rushing by, a lot more noise and random obscenities spouted out at me seemingly personal like it's my fault the speeder's not moving out of the way! The speeder, what an apt term by the way, lived up to it's name's sake, thought I'd get flung out of the darn thing every time it made a sharp turn. After an hour in traffic like this the speeder came to a crawl, the traffic suddenly nowhere to be seen or heard, a dark imposing building off in the distance. Couldn't help but think this speeder went the wrong way somewhere, what do I do I can't drive! Feeling trapped and nervous. What the! Who in the-oof!-felt a sharp pain on the back of my head and saw stars...
The man grinned with success toward his partner recently uncloaked in the back seat with a bludgeon in his hand, the one in the driver seat took up the flight controls and sped off to the dark building in the distance, their quarry successfully captured, Drooga will be pleased.
I awoke with a start, opened my eyes but saw nothing, great.. it's dark, old fears crawled up on me, remembering my training closed my eyes again, visualized the force, a still pond with a couple light drops of water causing ripples all around, guards outside perhaps? Now calmed, tried to move, hearing the rustle of metal--chained--great! more reminders of the past what the heck have you gotten yourself into Jor, some vacation this turned out to be, no matter, no doubt being a woman, there will be men soon, I'll strike at them with my will and dominate their minds and set myself free, need only wait. After an immeasurable amount of time, seemingly in here for days in a state of meditation, waiting. I opened my eyes once more, damn it why do they keep me here? As if answering the door creaked open, a red light shone through, the clank and clang of gears and metal filled the room, the red gaze of a droid entered the room, and for the first time I'm able to see that I'm chained to a hover-table in a small room with a metal door wearing nothing but rags, not even going to try to mess this droid up, do they know that I can use the force? The droid grabbed the table and towed it through the door into a dark hallway, a shred of light shimmering through a fine grated portcullis, it slowly rose shedding more light in the hall, the chant of a crowd in a non-basic language became audible.
Once again I was afraid, what in the world am I doing here?, what are they saying? struggles begin anew, the chains too strong and thick, mind not focused enough to break them, did I even have a chance? Unceremoniously I'm unchained and deposited within a tight circle with high walls all around the crowd roaring from above another grated door on the opposite side, dirt and rocks with blood and bones strewn about. Curse the noise of the crowd, can't focus. The opposite door began to open as the droid towed the table back into the door we came from, the gate hastily slamming shut barring my escape, as if I'd make it out of here. A tall, muscled man, fierce scars upon his face and body in both his hands were vibroblades, he stepped into the ring, the gate closing behind him, he turned his head and spat "A woman?! You've got to be kidding me, here!" He tossed one his vibroblades towards me, he wanted a fight? I'll give him one, looked him right in his eyes and a knowing grin split across his face "Ahhhh a warrior, come then! show Grex'or, Champion of the pit what you've got!" He raised his face and arms to the crowd roaring with bestial fury. Picking up the vibroblade, with a press of a button it hummed with energy, He stood there and took a defensive stance, eyes watching my every move, ladies first then. I pressed the attack, a feint to the left, the man deftly parries the quick redirection to the right, he riposted with a straight stab, backing me away, he pressed an attack of his own using his longer arms to keep me at a comfortable distance, I parried a left thrust, and downward stroke, I took a risky pirouette within his defense and slid the vibroblade to his throat, he hastily brought up his vibroblade, surprise in his eyes, he still caught my blade, with a shove he threw me to the ground and pointed his blade to my face. "Get up! I'm not done with you!" Grex'or took a step back, the crowd displeased above. I flipped back onto my feet and the fight began anew, this time, he gave no opportunity and was the first to attack, parried upward stroke, parried a slash to the right, his foot work quick for his size, I got backed into the wall and we came close, blade to blade, ugh! is that his breath? "heh heh, if it was under different circumstances perhaps we could do some other type of 'struggle' eh?" is he smelling my hair?! With his guard down I kicked him in the nuts and shoved him to the ground, a yelp escaped his mouth like the dog he was, "Get up! I'm not done with you!" gesturing my sword in his direction, a guffaw escaped his mouth and after a moment of recovery the fight continued, "It's over sweet heart I'm ending this!" with a flurry of saber strikes I could not keep up the defense and was nicked several times, the pain sharp, my defense defeated he came in close and struck upon my head with the pommel, an odd serenity came over me and I could hear my master's words echo, "Only through the brink of death will those strong enough rise from the ashes all the wiser, and through honor will look to their opponent and drive them to that same brink."
Grex'or couldn't help but feel bad for this strange beauty, a rose with thorns he would call her. "What a shame" he remarked as he brought up his blade for the killing stroke, then suddenly the dirt and rocks began to quiver with life and rise into the air, agape Grex'or backed against the wall, "What trickery is this?!" the woman before his eyes struggled to her feet, rocks and bone rushed around her like hornets from the swamps of Hutta, a fear overcame him as the bones and rocks increase in number and speed as she got up and turned to him, blood flowing from her forehead where he struck her, mixing with tears on her cheeks, her eyes filled with emotion as she closed them, the rocks and bones flew at him, peppering him with wounds as the sharp points scrape and graze and even penetrate his body, his scream echoed upward and the crowd goes silent watching in awe at the carnage, the man slumps down a bloody mess inches from death.
"and through honor will look to their opponent and drive them to that same brink..." Jor said almost in a trance, she opened her eyes and the rocks and bones fell to the ground lifeless She looked up to the crowd with her arms upraised. After a moment the crowd roared with excitement, chanting some foreign words, both gates opened and medical droids took up both fighters as Jor slumped into unconsciousness and the crowd leeked out the exits as an announcer declared the winner and bid everyone good day.
From that moment on I bade my time, cutting away opponents, strengthening resolve, I saw my situation under a new light, this was more training, heard much later that Gex'or survived, was released and spread my legend through the crowd "She is a rose with thorns, do not take her lightly". I couldn't help but wonder how long I've been captured. After pondering a while in the cell, the door slid open and a well dressed Rodian stepped in.
"Mrs. Rhol, after three years in the pit I must gladly inform you of your release, you will be taken to The Slippery Slopes Cantina and you will be taken care of for a while, you deserve more than enough rest."
Noticing his countenance and wording, deemed him trustworthy, and let him escort me away from this cell... three years.. it's been that long, hardly noticed, my body was now lined with muscles, hair long and unruly, didn't want to think about how bad I smelled.
We arrived at the Cantina after a few hours, I was silent as the grave the whole way, the Rodian couldn't keep his mouth shut, but his words were frightening "Master Mors-lamina came to us three years ago before you arrived and told Drooga to do this to you, he said you needed the experience, blood on your hands if you were to be a successful soldier of the Commonwealth, I can only imagine how you felt all these years, I assume since I'm not a bloody pulp that you have come to terms with your situation. However I must inform you that your 'training' has only just begun, Kittanya, our most eloquent and charismatic woman among our mistresses is going to make you civilized, your master told us of your upbringing so I expect you to take this seriously and listen to everything She says". Mors-lamina, of course the former sith would put me through such rigorous trials. Like a disease, a hatred began to take root, ohhh when I see him again.
They went through a back door into the cantina, dress rooms and vanities all about with women gussying up and chattering. Not much different from the women on Rattatak, it's been a long time since I've felt a touch of home, I felt tears fall down my face, quickly wiped them away, the Rodian led me by the arm.
"Kittanyaaaaaa, Kittanya! where are you I have Mrs. Rolarolroj with me!"
"What? She survived?! Oh great, now I have to baby sit and teach an animal how to be civilized." groaned a muffled voice from behind a door. The door opened and a tan brown Mirialan of average height, equally tan shocks of hair, stepped out and began to scrutinize me with eyes that seemed well practiced.
"My goodness! what did you men do to her! bring her inside she must clean up immediately! and get out! it's girl time!" the Rodian awkwardly obeyed and gestured for me to enter. Inside the door was a small room with all sorts of various accoutrements for shows and parties, one set aside from all the rest, a rugged outfit with a blaster pistol hanging from a belt.
"let's get you cleaned up girl, take off your clothes and get in my shower, press the button for TOTAL CLEANSING and just stand there and let the machine do it's magic, when you're done come out so I can get a good look at you" I nervously obeyed, cheeks flushed red, never been naked in the presence of anyone even on my time spent on Rattatak.
I climbed into what looked like a shower, only to be surprised by all kinds of buttons, saw the right one, pressed it, then suddenly water came spewing out from all sides. Mechanical arms holding scrubbing tools, soap, and various other cleansing amenities came out and began their work, like the groping hands of men that I was told horror stories about on Rattatak they began to clean off all the dirt and muck, washed my hair and privates, after a few moments the water stopped the hands retracted, standing there soaking wet, and quivering with terror a rush of air blew in from all sides, warming and caressing me, drying me off Ah! Ah! Stop! am I not dry enough!? after a few moments I was somewhat dry and a mechanical hand came out with a towel and gestured for me to take it... gingerly took the offering and finished the drying, a hand shot out and yanked the towel away when I was done, retracting from wence it came. I stepped out of the infernal machine whimpering with tears, naked, hugging myself and obviously shaken.
"Aw, poor baby come give aunt Kitt a hug" Kittanya genuinely pouted at me with open arms, an uncontrollable instinct came over me and I rushed into her arms crying "There there, did my shower scare you? Shoulda' known, sorry, you look nice though girl cheer up, stand back and let me get a good look at ya" a few sniffles and sharp intakes of breath and I gingerly stepped back to be appraised. Kittanya looked at me for a long moment, stepped around behind, Hey! What are you doing back there!, did you just?!, she went back around I saw where her eyes went don't you dare! OH! "Hmmm you got the right stuff girl you'll get far in my line of work that's for sure, we gotta get you into something nice though" She turned away for a moment and started to sift through her dresser, after a few moments sized me up with a simple dress skirt and scant breastplates "This should do nicely, put it on and let me do something with your hair." I quietly obeyed lest this Kittanya woman grope me again. "There! nice girl, you'll turn heads for sure, but first let's cut your hair a bit" Kitt gestured towards a chair in front of her vanity I sat, and Kitt cut.
From that point onward I was trained to become a civilized woman, and learned how to serve drinks in the bar under the watchful tutelage of Mistress Kittanya it was a fond year, much better than the three beforehand, came to call the Slippery Slopes my one true home away from home. When Kittanya came to me one day, She has my saberstaff! I snatched it from her and coddled it like a newborn child, she told me I could leave now and come back to the bar anytime I wanted to work and rest between adventures, hugging Kittanya goodbye, went off into the galaxy where more challenges await.
Light in the Darkness
The Shuttle off Nar Shaddaa was uneventful, the people were boring and I
couldn't help but feel like I was above and beyond every individual within. Had an itch I never thought I'd have, wanted to activate my saberstaff and have a go with any person in there worth their mettle, Jor what are you thinking.... had to close my eyes and think of peace, but all I could see was the blood, all I could see was darkness.
"Now Approaching Alderaan, E.T.A. 5 minutes, please be sure to gather your belongings and have a nice day!"
Alderaan... My next stop, I will be meeting someone there along with Mors-lamina, hope his friend can defend himself, won't give them a chance for forgiveness.
I got off the shuttle in a hurry, had to get to The Shining Star, what I saw when I left though kept me standing in awe, what are these things here?, these great tall, brown and green things towering over me like the buildings on Nar Shaddaa, what's this white stuff everywhere on the ground, this funky green hair covering everything? I've never seen anything like this underground on Rattatak, within the temples of Coruscant, on the dunes of Tatooine, nor the vibrant holo lights of Nar Shaddaa. For a moment I knew peace as I took a stroll to House Organna through my first forest, large herd animals mewling in the distance, and Mountains on the horizon, kings with their brilliant white crowns, a red haze just on the edge of my vision.
I came upon a venerable fortress to House Organna, was pressed for identification by great bulking droids, their cold and calculating voices prodding me for protocol, I gave them what they wanted and was allowed within the walls, AI turrets atop the battlements scanning for threats.
After some more walking among more droids and people in bright clothing as they scurried about, I came upon the Shining Star and entered promptly. There he was Mors-lamina. He was holding council with a blue twi'lek woman, My eyes however were only for him... how could he do that to me? strand me on Nar Shaddaa where I had to fight for my life! I was seeing red when I came up to him having no idea I had my saberstaff drawn in my left hand, caressing the exposed power crystal in the center of the saber with my thumb it felt good to have its weight in my hand, my forefinger hovering over the activation button.
I came to a complete stop, an atmosphere of the force resisting against my advance, hands shaking, knees trembling, steps becoming heavier and heavier. I dropped to my knees, dark tendrils wafting from my person. Was I that far gone? Who's doing this? It must be that twi'lek woman. I gave in, she was helping me, perhaps Mors knew how dangerously close I was to darkness, and brought this woman to save me. The red behind my vision slowly cleared, the dark tendrils obliterated. I fell into unconsciousness the last thing I heard was: "I have a long apology to make my apprentice, Staysitrun was here for your own good, I'm proud of you..."
"Ah you're awake, good I must say I will spend the rest of my life begging for your forgiveness, you needed the pit, look upon your body, take away the pain, the blood, the anguish, and you're left with a powerful, well built woman, exactly what the Commonwealth needs for our military."
"As you should you bad, bad man!" exclaimed the Twi'lek "Look what I had to do to her! One more year in that pit and she would've been lost to the dark side! We don't want another Rivv to have to stow away on a planet somewhere!" Mors, and the Twi'lek no doubt, Staysitrun was her name? I got up with a groan, rubbing my temples, vision foggy. "So, the CommonWealth needs me eh? Well, since you got me here I will do what I can to redeem myself, you have no idea what I wanted to do to you Mors-lamina, if it weren't for Stay I was going to cut you down and finish my path to the dark side." my hands trembled as I said those words, tears upon my face I was not lying, I would have struck him down if I had the chance... I got on the floor in front of Stay "Please I beg you forgive me woman if it weren't for you.. I..I was...", "Hush Jor, stand up and be at peace your training begins, welcome to the CommonWealth base of Operations, I hear you made yourself quite the barmaid, make me a ball blaster if you please and we will talk more on your future that lies ahead".
Rosette
I stood there behind the bar, mixing the drinks for Staysitrun and Mors-lamina, they patiently sat in a corner, no doubt talking about me. This work gave me something to do, to busy my hands, to keep the darkness from creeping back. Satisfied I poured the mixture into two glasses.
"Ah good, been waiting to taste the fruits of your struggle on Nar Shaddaa, I hope one year is good enough for what we have planned for you" Mors-lamina said as I walked up to them drinks in hand, I served, bowed and sat in the couch across from them.
"House Thul has something we need, we're planning on putting together a team of elite operatives, force users like yourself and some of the most clever and resourceful spacers we have among us. They have a stealth suit you see, with your force powers you might be able to make people believe that you're not there, but it has no affect on droids nor cyborgs, that is why we need you to infiltrate their fortress and retrieve it, however we have to take your saberstaff and you must NOT use any force powers, House Thul has allied themselves with the empire we do not want any sith sniffing you out and blowing your cover. This is a deep cover mission, you will probably be behind enemy lines for years before you can even get close to getting this suit. It is time you put your skills learned in The Slippery Slopes to use my apprentice."
"Oh, and one more thing your name is to be Rosette of House Ulgo, we've scrambled your identity and you will be taking a speeder to House Thul, everything past the point you enter that speeder is all you." Mors-lamina finished with a deep breath, his mask and dark robes hiding his emotions.
"Be strong Rosette, take up the mantle of the Rose with thorns once again, beautiful but sharp." Stay said endearingly sipping her drink, worry written all over her face.
The speeder flew over the forest and mountains, but I could not pay attention to their majesty... What am I going to do? sure I know how to catch the eyes of men and win their hearts, I know how to make a good hutese hangover, I know how to turn a normal man's insides into jelly with my bare hands but once again I have no lightsaber... and now I can't use my powers? what if I mess up, what if a sith does find me, I will be defenseless.. I fidgeted like this the whole way.
As I came over the mountain tops in the speeder, House Thul appeared in the distance, a fortress just like Organna. Suddenly, an explosion coming from the back of the speeder knocked me against the flight controls and I was out like a light.
"What's that over the mountain tops? Woah! we need medical probes asap, send em to these coordinates, someone got shot out of the sky, looked like a missile coming from Organna, there it crashed send them NOW! go go!"
I awoke with a start, I was in a bed in a thin gown sweat upon by brow, a young man saw that I was awake and left the room in a hurry.. I lied back down setting my head against the pillow, time to work your magic Rosette. The room was well lit by an overhead fixture, it's white light showing the contents of this room, it didn't look like any medical bay that's for sure, looked like a woman's bedroom more like. There was a vanity, an armoire, and what looked like a walk-in closet, there was also a shower. This gown I was wearing was much too small for me, it barely reached my thighs and it did not leave much to imagination... it should do nicely, after a moment I got up and sat at the vanity, I grabbed a comb nearby and started absently brushing my hair looking in the mirror, practicing my smile.
It seemed after a long time sitting there combing my hair, I began to wonder where that young man went, and when I was going to be 'checked up on' isn't that what people do after they rescue you from a crash? Fed up I got up and checked out the walk-in closet after a few moments of inspection I found a flowing red dress with golden filigree flowers curling about the bottom all I could think of was "The Rose with thorns" and HAD to wear it, just had to, plus it went well with my hair. I stepped out of the closet and went to the vanity to check myself out and in the reflection I saw that young man again, this time accompanied with a slightly older man wearing very regal clothes purple and gold with little puffy cuffs on his shoulders, obviously a noble of high standing.
"Excuse me madame, I'm glad you found something to wear, but you will need to come with me and talk for a moment with my advisers, please follow me." I did as the man asked, the robe swished at my feet with the movement of my hips, if I was to get anywhere around here it's gonna be doing exactly that.
"I'm glad you survived the crash, it must have been terrifying, falling from the sky like that if my patrol hadn't seen you get shot out of the sky you probably would have died. I'm sure you have much to tell us, we only wish to know who you are and why you might be shot down by Organna."
"Thank you for saving my life, I will most certainly tell you my story, who are your advisers?"
"A few people who have earned my trust and have proved to be wise in various matters that I'am not"
At the end of that conversation through the brightly lit hall with potted plants every ten steps, we also came to the end of said hall and came upon an auditorium with a few men sitting around a table on the stage, no doubt the advisers, from here I could see one person in an imperial officer uniform, a couple men dressed in purple robes these guys really like purple, and one other man that sat next to the officer he was wearing a thick robe black as night inlaid with rivers of blood red lines weaving top to bottom, uh oh could it be a sith? one can only hope, I'll have to be extra careful to hide my force presence. The other three were having a discussion while the supposed sith sat quietly brooding, his featureless mask hiding his face, his emotion.
As I came to the first steps at the top of the Auditorium the sith rapidly stood and faced my direction, I gave a start, my goodness does he know? yep, that's a lightsaber at his hip, he's climbing up the steps! uh oh hide the force hiiide the force nope, no force here.
Jasebi was bored, he was charged to guard the imperial officer at the time and that guarding extended to the rest of the compound, he was given a key card to give him access to all the rooms, which was a nifty perk, but just standing around and talking all day left him bored to tears, the women weren't even worth his time they were all so little and wimpy looking not a one caught his eyes. He sat there drumming his fingers on the table while the puny officer talked with the nobles about stupid little nerfs and the dispute between Organna and Thul.. What's this? Who's that woman appearing at the top of the steps up there? Her red hair glistened like fire in the light of the morning sun coming through the slits in the walls, the color of blood in her lips, a scar no doubt from battle on her right eye it looked like it was made a long time ago his compliments to the carver, her dress began just below the top of her shoulders and it jealously hugged her fit form red as her hair with gold filigree flowers at the bottom, her hips swung left to right giving the bottom the look of fire burning as she swathed a burning path down the steps. I stood immediately, this woman is exactly the entertainment, the excitement I need in this prissy and lame fortress of sticks and toy soldiers. I will have her and she will be mine!
I stood there as he climbed the steps, chills crawling up my spine and the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end. He got up to me, got on one knee and placed his hands over his mask, his hands came away the mask with them, his skin was frightfully red with black tattoos like blades giving texture to his face, little horns on the top of his brow the color of bone, his eyes like furnaces burning me with his gaze, he spoke to me in a rich imperial accent.
"My lady, I have never seen such a beautiful creature, please allow me to escort you through this fortress, your magnificent presence must be known by everyone and worshipped like a goddess among mere mortals." he took my hand and pressed it to his lips, how flattering, show me around eh? well then my job just got that much easier, I need a plan though.
"But first, we must talk. Tell us what happened to you, please come sit with us at the table."
I sat there and made up a story about how House Ulgo banished me, gave me a speeder to leave, that I heard of House Thul's hospitality, had to come here so that I could live again, house Organna shot me down because they did not want me to come within their fortress, because they were paranoid and cruel I tried to make it over here, but had feared the worse when I saw the missile behind me and thanked them again, batting my eyelashes and shedding some tears.
Food was brought and we feasted on what I was told was "nerf" steaks and salads, fish from the rivers, and Alderaanian wine, It was all okay, I could probably do better but it was good. I kept my attention on the Sith though, tried to read his emotion, see his feelings in his face, he was smitten with me for sure, he told me about the fortress we were in and all the accomplishments he's made while here, he told me his name was Jasebi a powerful Sith of the Empire. I played around with him during the feast, looked at him, smiled, giggled at his jokes and punctuated his words with a flutter of my eyelashes which he took in strides.
After the feast we got up, the advisers satisfied with my words and perfectly willing to give me the room I stayed in, it belonged to the late mistress of the House, died long ago to an attack by the Killik a race of sentient insects that dominate the minds of other sentient beings. Jasebi bowed to me and offered his escort, I offered him the crook of my arm and he graciously took me around the place, showing me everything, the important parts I payed attention to was him, the amount of guards, all human, perfect, the way to the house's secure vaults where he brought me inside and showed me all the artifacts that they held, including the suit that I was looking for, and the key card around his neck that he swiped at every terminal.
"Rosette, you are an enchanting woman, I am privileged to have shown you around this place, but I must ask, you are not like all the other women on this planet, how lucky am I to have found such a creature?" I blushed for him, watched his face melt before my eyes I got him right where I want him now for the plan to come to the fore. "Jasebi, you flatter me, I'm afraid your luck has yet to begin" with that I leaned in and kissed him on the lips, the smell of the wine and the taste of his meal fresh on his tongue, ugh.. at least the wine was good. Jasebi was stiff as a statue after I released my face from his, touched two of my fingers to my lips and then touched his cheek. "Later, tonight? will you come to my quarters? I really want to show you something." I walked away making sure my hips were swishing just right not even looking back, knowing him as much as I've so far gleaned he's probably either passed out or still standing there taking it all in watching my butt as I left down the hall to my quarters, where my plan would surely succeed.
I got to my room, looked through the clothes some more to find something skimpy, after a moment I figured why wear clothes at all? It will help ease him into the illusion, and if it fails there's no point in them anyway. I changed to bed sheets to a better color, something more hot and vibrant, It was a blend of red and yellow like a bed of fire, he'll like it if I stick to themes.
After hours of preparation, making sure the lightning was perfect, the room envisioned so I could still see it even with my eyes closed, I heard footsteps shuffling down the hall, it's go time! Lay on the bed, face my body towards the door perfect, get a bolt of mental force ready to launch right at him when he comes in the doorway, if i'm lucky he won't know what hit him and he'll see what he wants to see.
"Rosette! I'm here darling what is it you wish to-"
Jasebi stood agape in the doorway, ignoring the tingle he felt in his head, "She's... she's, how dare I wear clothing!" he starts to rip off his clothes with startling speed, she beckons him to the bed "I'm coming for you Rosette!...."
Good it worked, I got up, he was standing there in the doorway with a vacant expression on his face.. still clothed, drool going down his chin, woah! what the-oh... right, erection, let's see, yep he's got his key card, perfect, now let's go get me my new dress! Stepped out of my room, naked still, having no need for clothes where I'm going, every guard I passed by didn't notice me, every door opened at my whim thanks to Jasebi, ah there it was the stealth suit, I must admit what I had to do to get it was entertaining to say the least, I feel bad for Jasebi, but you know a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.
After taking the stealth suit and putting it on, why not? Now I figure I can get out of here even with the droids scanning the place, let's see how this thing works. Ooo It feels nice, really form fitting, I hope it doesn't chafe though, I bet it chafes, I'll never know until I start running I suppose.
After a few minutes fiddling with the wrist pad buttons I quickly found out how it worked, one button counteracts infrared, one puts up a nifty helmet that shoots out of the collar with a micro camera showing the outside with a user interface that put an overlay on the wrist pad that labeled all the buttons, and a range finder on everything I looked at after a few seconds, cool! Pressed the anti infrared button and then left the compound, leaving everything behind, soon as I got a few paces from the walls I made a run for it, can't risk anything.
It took me overnight to make it back to House Organna, "Waddya know the suit didn't chafe!" I exclaimed to the stars, got to the Shining Star, slipping past all the security, used a holocom built into the suit to contact Mors-lamina.
"Jor, you already got it?! Amazing we'll pick you up in an hour, good job, I'm proud of you, I'm proud that you are my apprentice, you'll have to tell me everything that happened, I take it the stealth suit is what we're looking for?"
"Yes, yes it is."
Epilogue: For The CommonWealth
So That's my story for the most part, after that crazy mission I was given many more and for a long year I rose in power in the CommonWealth, fighting alongside all their best soldiers, including some I've met before, or have been mentioned like Rivv, and Staysitrun, my commanding officer for the longest time was Theman, the CommonWealth's top crackshot and battle commander. I have also fought alongside some other new people like Hestranna the chief justicar, Ohlen a veteran trooper, Flavin the emperor himself and many more. At one fateful meeting I was given the rank of officer, and took up the mantle as master. My duty now is to ensure the people of the CommonWealth are protected, and to take in as many padawans as I can to teach them my power.
"Come unto my wing oh wayward traveler, I will teach you how to fly"
- Flavin Antilles
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