"I lived in the junk planet Taris, nothing to eat practically, nothing to do but just walk among the centuries old trash looking for a way to make a living. Although it had already been scrapped of its most precious objects and resources, and only the trash and the swamps remained. I was very young back then, but I knew that if I wanted a life I needed out. " Niriti spoke with distaste and disgust as her eyes grew dark in memory of her ancient home planet. "Blood sucking insects were all that lived in the planet, both sentient and non-sentient."
"I had happened to be in the spaceport when I saw a group of locals trying to hijack the supply vessel that we received every week, a gift to keep us happy and buy us from the Republic, although they never did anything to bring us out of our dead lives." Anger started to build up in her words. "It was never enough, never sufficient for the waning population that had survived the planet's destruction." She calmed down. "Of course they never were able to take the vessel, it was guarded, but that gave me an idea, and so I approached the group and we were ready the next time that the supplies arrived Taris. I was good looking, so I approached one of the guards. I knew he found me attractive so it was not hard for me to drive me away, although I was barely a teen." The human woman wondered if her words would cause a different impact on Syl, maybe frighten him away, although the circumstances were different.
"I drew down my rags, slowly, letting my hair cover my breasts. The stupid ass started to remove his pants in a hurry. He didn't see the bat hit his head. I cried out from the top of my lungs, and ran out of the small alley holding my rags around my breast, crying as the other guards ran inside to see their colleague on the floor. Those that remained were easily reduced by my gang, and then we left Taris with the rations of an abating planets week, and a space ship."
"I have learned to care for myself, and if in caring for myself I need to have allies, friends and proper people around. I do not hesitate. I also learned to treasure that and those of importance to me as well."
_________________ Force Sensitive | Human | Slaver | Reputation 5 | Provocative Charm | Breathy Voice | Graduation 8 Equip: Padded Armor, Hand Scanner, ComLink, Datapad, Glow Rod, Truncheon, Lightsaber Shoto, Backpack
Without passion man is a mere latent force and possibility.
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