Armand Temi
Orphan
Now that Livna no longer resided with Priestess Tiin, the blonde Caprine had the type of freedom that she'd never experienced before. She could go where she wanted, eat the foods she craved, stay up all night, sleep in beds of her choice... well, except for one thing.
She couldn’t do any of those things without credits.
Sure, Livna had picked up odd jobs here and there, but without a source of steady income the former servant was mostly bound to whatever planet she happened to be on, scraping by on remnants, favors and charity.
Currently she was on Naboo, where the discrepancy between wealthy and destitute could not be wider. Watching a noble couple stroll along, the man presenting his lady with a beautiful, sparkling diamond bracelet, Livna thought about her encounter with Marcus on Garqi, not really because of the public display of affection, but the fact that he had offered her a way to make a living. Of course, offer wasn’t the right word… blackmailed wasn’t either… but whatever it was, they had an arrangement and the deal would have credits attached to them. And why shouldn't it? Ever since Priestess Tiin joined up with the One Sith, her coffers had grown, her Grand Temple was built, and she was courting a Pharaoh with endless riches. If Livna opened her mind to the possibilities - this time not opening your legs, she thought with a sigh – she knew that being associated with Sith Lords meant that credits were not far behind.
Sitting in a remote area of Theed, the Caprine opened up the data pad which Marcus left her. It was a little cracked and chipped from her travels but still worked. Opening up the frequency, she sent the code phrase that Marcus had whispered to her. Livna shivered a little remembering his hot breath on her neck, and the forceful way he took her in the Tigercinth grove.
Why aren’t you just the silliest lamb strolling back into the lion’s den, she thought sullenly? Her stomach growled quite furiously, silencing this self-chiding. On the way to the Theed soup kitchen where she would have to suffer through piteous looks from the charitable Dukes and Viscounts, she tucked the datapad under her arm, waiting a response.
[member="Vengeance"]
She couldn’t do any of those things without credits.
Sure, Livna had picked up odd jobs here and there, but without a source of steady income the former servant was mostly bound to whatever planet she happened to be on, scraping by on remnants, favors and charity.
Currently she was on Naboo, where the discrepancy between wealthy and destitute could not be wider. Watching a noble couple stroll along, the man presenting his lady with a beautiful, sparkling diamond bracelet, Livna thought about her encounter with Marcus on Garqi, not really because of the public display of affection, but the fact that he had offered her a way to make a living. Of course, offer wasn’t the right word… blackmailed wasn’t either… but whatever it was, they had an arrangement and the deal would have credits attached to them. And why shouldn't it? Ever since Priestess Tiin joined up with the One Sith, her coffers had grown, her Grand Temple was built, and she was courting a Pharaoh with endless riches. If Livna opened her mind to the possibilities - this time not opening your legs, she thought with a sigh – she knew that being associated with Sith Lords meant that credits were not far behind.
Sitting in a remote area of Theed, the Caprine opened up the data pad which Marcus left her. It was a little cracked and chipped from her travels but still worked. Opening up the frequency, she sent the code phrase that Marcus had whispered to her. Livna shivered a little remembering his hot breath on her neck, and the forceful way he took her in the Tigercinth grove.
Why aren’t you just the silliest lamb strolling back into the lion’s den, she thought sullenly? Her stomach growled quite furiously, silencing this self-chiding. On the way to the Theed soup kitchen where she would have to suffer through piteous looks from the charitable Dukes and Viscounts, she tucked the datapad under her arm, waiting a response.
[member="Vengeance"]