Ebony but its slavery...

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Its beens months since she's been with the Jedi. She was a "special case" and the council had their doubts with letting her out in the field, especially when others lives were at stake. The regiments she had been put through at the temple she had been excelling at, and it was time to put her to the test. She was to accompany a small band of other Jedi to Nar Shaddaa where they would work to bust a local slave trade.

Lucky she had arrived before, to station herself at the Enclave there. Recently from working with the Order, she had been experiencing visions, from what she didn't know. She would just see glimpses of flashes, and sometimes feel like she was being strangled. She thought maybe it was due to her warped sensitivity. Whatever thats not why she was present here. When it came time for briefing she made her way to the briefing room.

When she walked in, the room was dark so that the holograms stood out more. She approached the table and began reading over the description of the mission. This was her first assignment, and she was warned before hand of the danger she could pose. She wasn't sure if the others who would be present had any knowledge of her, but she figured that the council wouldn't allow someone who wasn't aware of her to travel with her. She would just await the others in the briefing room.

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[Bufu Kompyuta]

The last few months had been a living hell. He thought it had only been a few months, anyway. It seemed like years. It seemed like he'd been in this room for years. He knew it had only been a few hours, though. It didn't take him long to figure out what was happening around him- even though he still couldn't understand anything anyone was saying. He couldn't understand them, and they couldn't understand him. Which often made the people who bought him- bought him. It was hard to think about, but that's what it was. He was traded around like a possesion.- livid to the point of violent. Hence why he was never wit the same people, or things, for long. Now he sat in some kind of cellar, dark and dreary, with six or seven others who he assumed were in the same istuation as him. Only at least they could udnerstand what their captors wanted. Most of them looked Binadaman*, although all the Binadamans he'd seen since leaving Mwezi seemed short and fat. One of them, though,w as some kid of green thing with tentacles comingo ut of the back of it's head... Like something out of a horror story. He stayed on the oppisite room from that one, and frome veryone else for that matter. That was his strategy in life- hide in a corner, and try not to attract attention. That's how he made sure not to get killed.

(When he thinks someone looks Binadaman, that means they're human. He dosen't nkow the difference)
(And sorry for bad roleplay, I've only rped this character once before. Still trying to ffind personality, if you nkow what I mean.)
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