Davina’s Diary
Log 001
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Getting a ride off world was easy, looking over your shoulder each day for one of those Slugs’ goons was an adjustment.
Davina had a fresh start, and her already short life had taught her that “nothing was free,” and those in power “wanted more power.” These maxims she learned from experiance under the slimy grip of The Hutts. Her Mother and her had been nothing but slaves, used for hard work and to please the insatiable eyes of those Slugheads. People feared them because the muscle they commanded was vast, they had Mandos, Zabraks, legions of Pigface Gammoreans, and often a Rancor. Open defiance was met with a blaster hole to the head or chest, or worse to be meal to a Sarlaac and digested for a thousand years.
That is why Davina choose not open opposition, but to slip away in cover of night when the Slugs slept. It was a harrowing journey, dodging Pig faces with their Vibroaxes, and the occssional bounty hunter, one of whom was an IG unit who’s red eye oscillated on a cylinder shaped head, it holding a heavy repeater with a great barrel covered in coin shaped vent holes. If she alerted him, the whole palace would come alive and she would be toast.
Davina used those dancing moves to arch her legs on the ground and crawled, the Droid walking past, its eyes scanning the hall, before moving on.
Davina gave a sigh of relief, when a stone was knocked and the IG stopped in his tracks and turned, its swiveling head with red cyclops eye fixating on the hall as it backtracked. The Devaronian had to think think she placed her feet on one end and her hands extended to near wall, the hall being narrow and slowly inched her way up the wall to the cieling. When the IG entered it looked at the rock and scanned, above him was poised Davina, who’s long curly black hair was nearly touching the kettle top head of the Droid. She held her breath, and hoper for the best. The IG knelt to pick up the pebble, when noise stirred doen the hall and its red eye fixated. It was the sound of Gammorean that scraped its axe aginst the narrow wall, The IG rose to inspect what was happening when Davina dropped down behind it and ran lightly on her bare feet.
She made it outside The Palace, a cargo ship she had heard word of was docking to unload and then leave the system. Seeing that the pilot was occupied talking to a Ithorian, she got aboard and hid in a crate with seeds. Her horns protruding out of volume of seedlings, when Trandoshan with its lizard head began inspecting the cargo. Taking a breath, Davina ducked her head in as the Lizardman inspected her crate, it was then the pilot, A man with gray hair and clean shaven chiseled clean jaw approached the Trando.
“Dank Hutts.. always surcharging, I swear next time I’m going to another Seller. Is the Cargo checked? We head for Nar Shadda next, there to unload this Spice, and have a good time.”
The Trando nodded and made some raspy babble that Davina discerned was in the affirmative. The ship soared into the sky, and checking to make sure it was clear, Davina took a breath and raised her horned head put of the seed shells. The Ship made the jump to lightspeed and for the first time, Davina felt at ease:
Log 001
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Getting a ride off world was easy, looking over your shoulder each day for one of those Slugs’ goons was an adjustment.
Davina had a fresh start, and her already short life had taught her that “nothing was free,” and those in power “wanted more power.” These maxims she learned from experiance under the slimy grip of The Hutts. Her Mother and her had been nothing but slaves, used for hard work and to please the insatiable eyes of those Slugheads. People feared them because the muscle they commanded was vast, they had Mandos, Zabraks, legions of Pigface Gammoreans, and often a Rancor. Open defiance was met with a blaster hole to the head or chest, or worse to be meal to a Sarlaac and digested for a thousand years.
That is why Davina choose not open opposition, but to slip away in cover of night when the Slugs slept. It was a harrowing journey, dodging Pig faces with their Vibroaxes, and the occssional bounty hunter, one of whom was an IG unit who’s red eye oscillated on a cylinder shaped head, it holding a heavy repeater with a great barrel covered in coin shaped vent holes. If she alerted him, the whole palace would come alive and she would be toast.
Davina used those dancing moves to arch her legs on the ground and crawled, the Droid walking past, its eyes scanning the hall, before moving on.
Davina gave a sigh of relief, when a stone was knocked and the IG stopped in his tracks and turned, its swiveling head with red cyclops eye fixating on the hall as it backtracked. The Devaronian had to think think she placed her feet on one end and her hands extended to near wall, the hall being narrow and slowly inched her way up the wall to the cieling. When the IG entered it looked at the rock and scanned, above him was poised Davina, who’s long curly black hair was nearly touching the kettle top head of the Droid. She held her breath, and hoper for the best. The IG knelt to pick up the pebble, when noise stirred doen the hall and its red eye fixated. It was the sound of Gammorean that scraped its axe aginst the narrow wall, The IG rose to inspect what was happening when Davina dropped down behind it and ran lightly on her bare feet.
She made it outside The Palace, a cargo ship she had heard word of was docking to unload and then leave the system. Seeing that the pilot was occupied talking to a Ithorian, she got aboard and hid in a crate with seeds. Her horns protruding out of volume of seedlings, when Trandoshan with its lizard head began inspecting the cargo. Taking a breath, Davina ducked her head in as the Lizardman inspected her crate, it was then the pilot, A man with gray hair and clean shaven chiseled clean jaw approached the Trando.
“Dank Hutts.. always surcharging, I swear next time I’m going to another Seller. Is the Cargo checked? We head for Nar Shadda next, there to unload this Spice, and have a good time.”
The Trando nodded and made some raspy babble that Davina discerned was in the affirmative. The ship soared into the sky, and checking to make sure it was clear, Davina took a breath and raised her horned head put of the seed shells. The Ship made the jump to lightspeed and for the first time, Davina felt at ease:
