:: HERO of KORRIBAN ::
Tatooine, another day, another sell, more of the same, Chee Saren's prison, one of his own making. The Twi'lek warrior had been unable to save his sister from the slavers which came to his village. Tann was beautiful, very beautiful, and Chee knew she like he sent to the pleasure houses. There had been horror stories of what happened to those females, and Chee would not have any of it for his sister. The Twi'lek warrior made a trade. His services were traded to keep Tann on the dance floor only. The force sensitive Twi'lek had been forcing people to buy at Zoora the Hutt's demands. Every day he met his quota even if it meant persuading someone against their will.
There were two more sales he had to make and the market was going to close soon. Two teenage boys approached his stand. Why did he set aside his good morals just to protect his sister. One did not weigh out the other, and Chee knew it. Many nights he lay awake at night trying to come up with a plan to bust his sister out, but the courage never came. Instead Chee pushed his morals aside once more and intruded upon the minds of the young teenagers.
"You want death sticks," his thoughts pressed.
With a wave of his hand, the fire Twi'lek sent the persuasion toward them. It didn't always work, but more often than not it did. These boys were weak, and soon they were paying for final part of Chee's quota. Another day, another sell, more of the same, Chee Saren's prison of his own making.
[member="Cambria Zadira"]
There were two more sales he had to make and the market was going to close soon. Two teenage boys approached his stand. Why did he set aside his good morals just to protect his sister. One did not weigh out the other, and Chee knew it. Many nights he lay awake at night trying to come up with a plan to bust his sister out, but the courage never came. Instead Chee pushed his morals aside once more and intruded upon the minds of the young teenagers.
"You want death sticks," his thoughts pressed.
With a wave of his hand, the fire Twi'lek sent the persuasion toward them. It didn't always work, but more often than not it did. These boys were weak, and soon they were paying for final part of Chee's quota. Another day, another sell, more of the same, Chee Saren's prison of his own making.
[member="Cambria Zadira"]