Fate Always Wins

Something about this felt so familiar, not exactly the same but almost like she had been in a similar situation before. Yet as she tried to concentrate on that familiar feeling, nothing came to her mind. Nothing just a void where memories should be of some kind of existence before this one.

Why couldn't she remember, even who she was. The furthest memory she had was only a few days back when she awoke to cold water being thrown in her face. People yelled at her, calling her nasty vile things and laughed at each other's insults towards her. All she learned from the exchange was she was a recaptured slave who had escaped.

That was all she knew about herself is that she was a slave who had escaped and now had been recaptured. She didn't even remember her name, the people who had captured her just referred to her as the grave digger. What exactly meant she didn't know, maybe a job title?

Now she stood in a dark room, she could see nothing at all around her except some weird red dots above her. She squinted trying to see if she could make out what was producing them, but she couldn't. She had no idea what was going on, and her mind was in such a fog since she woke up. She was sure her captures were keeping her drugged, she couldn't think straight.

Then a bright white spotlight lit up causing the girl grave digger to close her coal black eyes to shield them. As she did there was that face gain, the one she saw in her dreams. The face of a tall blonde woman in armor looking down at her speaking words she couldn't make out. To her it looked like a warrior angel, had she ever met a warrior angel? Was this someone she knew or was it something her mind made up to comfort her?

The heat of the light on her made her pale skin feel uncomfortably numb. As she stood there in a white dress, she visibly shuddered at the feeling. Her eyes held tightly shut, her fist opening closing in rapid succession. The flow fear almost washed over her in that moment but that face she saw when she closed her eyes who ever that woman was it brought her a sense of peace that kept her from dropping to the ground and curling into a ball.


Over the Dark Holonet viewers could see a terrified little girl standing in a dark room with a spotlight shined on her. Displaying her like an object and to the viewers that's exactly what she was. Something to possess for the right price. Then a voice came to the viewers on the holonet feed.

"This is item 112, formally part of Blougah the Hutts slave collection. She is approximately twenty years of age. She stands at one point, four seven meters. Weighing in at about forty point eight kilograms.

She doesn't look like much, but she trained in grave digging and of small enough stature to be a good pen cleaner for your beasts. Not much meat on the bone so they probably won't eat her.

You maybe asking why Blougah is selling such an item on this auction, this is for more lucrative items. He owes the slavers guild a significant debt as most of you are aware. This is girl is the reason for that debt. She escaped his captivity for a couple of years and spent more than he had to try to get her back.

Now don't let that dissuade you, I know runaways can be a hassle and are better dealt with, with a bolt to the head. Her escape happened because of the infamous Darth Anathemous , and her allies Laphisto , Tella Voland , Spek Zhio , and Darth Nexion . When they attacked Bestine on Tatoonie in act of freedom fighting. That makes this girl a historical one of a kind, the only slave to survive, as the rest were executed as an example that rebellion would not be tolerated.

If that doesn't entice you let's throw in a few fine artifacts that come in with this slave. Things she must have picked up while she ran terrified of the slaver's guild for those two years."

One the screen next to a girl appeared several items. One was a lightsaber, an amulet, a cybernetic Implant of some kind, a combat knife, A circlet, and a multi-tool.

"Look at that as genuine lightsaber, an elegant weapon for a less brutal age. I know you're asking where did she get it? Possibly from some famous sith lord? Is it hers?

Of those questions we only have the answer to one of them. She is not force sensitive; we have tested her. So, where it came from anyone could guess.

The amulet though looks mystical, maybe it holds some dark secrets for you to discover.

The cybernetic implant, our specialists say, is some kind of hands-free mental interfacing device. It was removed from the back of the slave's neck. Interesting fact, it contains rare smoke stones interwoven in it.

The combat Knife is from, and multi-tool are of fine make from the Hekler'Kok Defense Industries.

The circlet, is made of Serenno silver but we could not track its jeweler or manufacturer. Where exactly the slave stole from is another one of those great mysteries. A Great conversation starter for a party though.

These items will be included in her sale just to sweeten the deal."

The disembody announcer's voice let out a little chuckle. He sounded like a used speeder dealer smarmy and slick. His voice almost made your skin crawl, as he would sell you his own mother if it made him a single credit.

"So, let's started the bidding at a reasonable….hmmm." Almost like he was actually trying to be reasonable. "15,000 underworld credits. Help poor Blougah the Hutt cover a bit of his debt."

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