Eternal Father
Hanna City, ChandrilaSmoke trailed up from buildings struck by lobbed artillery, the streets filled with bloody panic as the Sith once again appeared above the skies of Chandrila. Though the world had been ravaged during Operation: Eclipse, the Sith were not so ready to move beyond the world that had served as a redoubt for democratic and anti-Imperialist ideas throughout the many centuries. With their dominion over the Core Worlds virtually left unchecked, the Emperor had decreed that all worlds who did not acquiesce to the Sith's demands be put to the torch as an example to others who may refute the divine right of the Sith.
So war had again come to Hanna City, several gunships strafing once busy thoroughfares as they scanned for new targets. Those who were not blown away by their guns were instead immobilized and thrown into energy cages with dozens of other unfortunates. They would be processed on the Imperial warships in orbit, their worth determined by the keen eyes of Imperial officials and then given a designation in the form of a tattoo across the back of their neck.
Those given the prefix of KH would be sent to Kol Huro, the Empire's primary manufacturing system to be worked to death in the planet-wide factories.
Those given the prefix of MC would be handed over to [member="Kalak the Raykkan"] and the Makesh Cartel, where they would be dehumanized and turned into cattle before eventually being slaughtered and served as nourishment.
And finally, those given the prefix of ZY would be sent to Zygerria to be sold in the slave bazaars, their fates determined by those with enough credits.
No one was above this merciless prosecution and deprival of basic rights. Rich or poor, man or woman, soldier or civilian... Not even those who were of the intergalactic medical societies who traveled the stars to bring aid to wartorn worlds, mending both aggressor and defender with no regard to political affiliation or ideological convictions were spared from the Empire's brutal torments.
And that is how [member="Kintsugi"] found herself, torn from the side of a native Chandrila as he bled out from shrapnel. Dragged away to watch him receive a single blaster bolt to the head by one of the Imperial Legionnaires who accompanied those who had taken her. Thrown into a cramped cell with over two dozen others as they were plunged into darkness as the cargo bay door closed behind them.