Ayme Katash
Ayme 'Havock' Katash
Okay so I wrote this up to get a feel for Havock's backstory and I now get the impression this really isn't the style most stories are in but I do think it gives a decent insight to her character and I promise their is a proper story in the works between me and @[member="Aeos"]. Umm fair warning...this is pretty long... 
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14 years ago
They had been eating dinner and taking about the mundane details of their day. Aryana complained about some girl at school, Zasati looked agitated as usual, and her parents tried to show some compassion to the tribulations of a ten year old girl.
Ayme heard the first pops and thuds while her twin sister continued to complain and explained them away as holoscreens with the volume up too loud. The reality of it all came crashing down around her as her father’s closest friend came storming into their front door.
“Geezus Kray, you took out half of my furniture!” Jarick Katash laughed as he scooped another mouthful off his plate.
The imposing figure of Ken Kray dragging his daughter, Baylee, in tow nearly collided with the table as they fell into the Katash dining room.
Sarissa frowned in a way that Ayme had never seen. “Ken, what’s wrong?”
Baylee released her father’s hand and crashed into Ayme’s arms. The two had been inseperable for as long as either one could remember. The girls were the same age a shared a bond that rivaled even Ayme’s twin sister.
“It’s the Black Sun, they are here and…poodoo Jarick they are shooting everyone.”
“What?” Sarissa stood quickly and raised a shaky hand to her mouth.
“Remember that message I stumbled across? The one that said we knew something we shouldn’t.”
Jarick nodded slowly as his hand found Zasanti’s shoulder. “Ken you and I haven’t run with the Black Sun in years, that message was bull poodoo.”
“Well then they are killing everyone in the damn apartment complex over bull poodoo.”
Sarissa recovered from her initial shock. “Stop arguing!” Her blue eyes quickly glanced over the four young girls in sorrow over her tone. With a deep steading breath she continued in a fake calm that only mothers could master. “What are you two talking about?”
The sounds from the building were now amplified in Ayme’s ears. The distant pops and thuds were coming closer and louder as the adults shouted in terrified whispers.
When Ayme was just a toddler her father was a major player in the Black Sun terrorist group. His younger brother, Jed, had taken a different path and joined the Imperial Army. It was a point that ruined any family get together, as infrequent as those were even when they lived on Ansion, her place of birth. Once her father and Ken realized just how sinister the Black Sun could be they ran and finally settled in a small apartment complex on Corellia.
The adults were still arguing when the door to their apartment blew inward in a cloud of smoke and debris. Ayme clenched her fists into the fabric of her friends shirt and dived to the floor taking Baylee with her. The sound of smashing dishes and familiar voices yelling in unfamiliar screams threatened to cloud her vision with tears, but Ayme refused to let them. She kept moving ignoring the glass cutting through her flesh and the cries of the girl clinging to her. She reached the closet and turned to look back at what was left of her family. Zasati was nowhere in sight, her mother’s body laid across the dinner table. Ayme wanted to vomit but she pushed the impulse away and forced her hand to grope behind her back for the door handle.
The door’s hinges creaked sending her nerves to high alert. “Bay get in there.” Ayme whispered urgently as she continued to scan the cloudy room for the intruders.
“Ayme…they are…what’s…where’s dad?”
Ayme turned and narrowed her eyes. “Baylee you need to shut up and get in that closet.” The blonde took a deep breath to steady herself and touched her friend’s cheek. “I swear I’ll protect you, but you have to get in there, now.”
Baylee reluctantly broke Ayme’s gaze and slowly backed up into the dark closet. Ayme turned back to see her twin, Aryana, scrambling towards her. Ayme reached her hand out then flinched. Her hand didn’t move but she could feel the warm blood cover her face and outstretched fingers. Trembling hands grabbed her shoulders and shouted words she couldn’t hear into her ears as she dragged Ayme into the closet and closed the door.
Hours later
“Ayme…Aym, please.” Baylee continued to hold her listless friend in her lap as she rocked them both gently. Ayme’s head lulled as her eyes stared fixed forward in the darkness. “Ayme I need you, please talk to me.” A sharp intake of breath came as Baylee heard a noise in the darkness.
Footsteps sounded like anvils in the silence that had been the girls only companion. Someone wondered from room to room, dropping random found objects as though they were completing an investigation. It was possible that the authorities had arrived, or the mercs had come back to be sure they finished the job. Both girls knew that their neighborhood saw crime so frequently that the police had simply given up.
A hand on the doorknob was the first indication that Ayme wasn’t catatonic; her blue eyes shot over to the door at the sound. Her tense muscles moved for the first time in hours as she positioned herself between her friend and the opening.
The door flew open and the sudden bright light caused both girls to wince before they could react. Once her eyes focused Ayme found herself looking at a teenage redhead girl in coveralls, who appeared just as surprised to find two girls in the closet as they were to see her.
“Well hello there.” The girl’s voice sang as she took a large bite into some fruit from the dinner table. “You two look like poodoo.”
Ayme got over her shock and squared her shoulders. “Who are you?”
“Heh, names Julie kid. You guys can come out, there are nothing but corpses out here.”
Despite herself the pain washed over Ayme’s features and punched her in the gut. She would have collapsed into a ball of grief if Baylee hadn’t been there to catch her.
Julie noticed the effect her words had and quickly looked around seeming to realize what she had said all too late. “poodoo kark, I’m sorry kid. I…yea…” She ran a hand through her red hair. “Look I can lead you out, you won’t see anything umm you’re safe okay, I promise.”
She smirked and Ayme nodded weakly.
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14 years ago
They had been eating dinner and taking about the mundane details of their day. Aryana complained about some girl at school, Zasati looked agitated as usual, and her parents tried to show some compassion to the tribulations of a ten year old girl.
Ayme heard the first pops and thuds while her twin sister continued to complain and explained them away as holoscreens with the volume up too loud. The reality of it all came crashing down around her as her father’s closest friend came storming into their front door.
“Geezus Kray, you took out half of my furniture!” Jarick Katash laughed as he scooped another mouthful off his plate.
The imposing figure of Ken Kray dragging his daughter, Baylee, in tow nearly collided with the table as they fell into the Katash dining room.
Sarissa frowned in a way that Ayme had never seen. “Ken, what’s wrong?”
Baylee released her father’s hand and crashed into Ayme’s arms. The two had been inseperable for as long as either one could remember. The girls were the same age a shared a bond that rivaled even Ayme’s twin sister.
“It’s the Black Sun, they are here and…poodoo Jarick they are shooting everyone.”
“What?” Sarissa stood quickly and raised a shaky hand to her mouth.
“Remember that message I stumbled across? The one that said we knew something we shouldn’t.”
Jarick nodded slowly as his hand found Zasanti’s shoulder. “Ken you and I haven’t run with the Black Sun in years, that message was bull poodoo.”
“Well then they are killing everyone in the damn apartment complex over bull poodoo.”
Sarissa recovered from her initial shock. “Stop arguing!” Her blue eyes quickly glanced over the four young girls in sorrow over her tone. With a deep steading breath she continued in a fake calm that only mothers could master. “What are you two talking about?”
The sounds from the building were now amplified in Ayme’s ears. The distant pops and thuds were coming closer and louder as the adults shouted in terrified whispers.
When Ayme was just a toddler her father was a major player in the Black Sun terrorist group. His younger brother, Jed, had taken a different path and joined the Imperial Army. It was a point that ruined any family get together, as infrequent as those were even when they lived on Ansion, her place of birth. Once her father and Ken realized just how sinister the Black Sun could be they ran and finally settled in a small apartment complex on Corellia.
The adults were still arguing when the door to their apartment blew inward in a cloud of smoke and debris. Ayme clenched her fists into the fabric of her friends shirt and dived to the floor taking Baylee with her. The sound of smashing dishes and familiar voices yelling in unfamiliar screams threatened to cloud her vision with tears, but Ayme refused to let them. She kept moving ignoring the glass cutting through her flesh and the cries of the girl clinging to her. She reached the closet and turned to look back at what was left of her family. Zasati was nowhere in sight, her mother’s body laid across the dinner table. Ayme wanted to vomit but she pushed the impulse away and forced her hand to grope behind her back for the door handle.
The door’s hinges creaked sending her nerves to high alert. “Bay get in there.” Ayme whispered urgently as she continued to scan the cloudy room for the intruders.
“Ayme…they are…what’s…where’s dad?”
Ayme turned and narrowed her eyes. “Baylee you need to shut up and get in that closet.” The blonde took a deep breath to steady herself and touched her friend’s cheek. “I swear I’ll protect you, but you have to get in there, now.”
Baylee reluctantly broke Ayme’s gaze and slowly backed up into the dark closet. Ayme turned back to see her twin, Aryana, scrambling towards her. Ayme reached her hand out then flinched. Her hand didn’t move but she could feel the warm blood cover her face and outstretched fingers. Trembling hands grabbed her shoulders and shouted words she couldn’t hear into her ears as she dragged Ayme into the closet and closed the door.
Hours later
“Ayme…Aym, please.” Baylee continued to hold her listless friend in her lap as she rocked them both gently. Ayme’s head lulled as her eyes stared fixed forward in the darkness. “Ayme I need you, please talk to me.” A sharp intake of breath came as Baylee heard a noise in the darkness.
Footsteps sounded like anvils in the silence that had been the girls only companion. Someone wondered from room to room, dropping random found objects as though they were completing an investigation. It was possible that the authorities had arrived, or the mercs had come back to be sure they finished the job. Both girls knew that their neighborhood saw crime so frequently that the police had simply given up.
A hand on the doorknob was the first indication that Ayme wasn’t catatonic; her blue eyes shot over to the door at the sound. Her tense muscles moved for the first time in hours as she positioned herself between her friend and the opening.
The door flew open and the sudden bright light caused both girls to wince before they could react. Once her eyes focused Ayme found herself looking at a teenage redhead girl in coveralls, who appeared just as surprised to find two girls in the closet as they were to see her.
“Well hello there.” The girl’s voice sang as she took a large bite into some fruit from the dinner table. “You two look like poodoo.”
Ayme got over her shock and squared her shoulders. “Who are you?”
“Heh, names Julie kid. You guys can come out, there are nothing but corpses out here.”
Despite herself the pain washed over Ayme’s features and punched her in the gut. She would have collapsed into a ball of grief if Baylee hadn’t been there to catch her.
Julie noticed the effect her words had and quickly looked around seeming to realize what she had said all too late. “poodoo kark, I’m sorry kid. I…yea…” She ran a hand through her red hair. “Look I can lead you out, you won’t see anything umm you’re safe okay, I promise.”
She smirked and Ayme nodded weakly.