Mother of the Rebellion
Who was she?
What was her purpose?
What was she to do now?
These were the questions she thought she had answers to...but it was obvious that she never possessed the knowledge she thought she had. She had been through so much, had seen so much during her career as a Jedi...she played a role in so many lives...but still she felt restless. The Force was calling her, the echoes were so noticeable, there was no way she could ignore them; she wouldn't anyway, Sochi was one of the few Jedi who really allowed herself to be guided by the Force itself.
She had to trust...trust that the very thing that made her, would give her clarity and bring her purpose once more. She had a burning hope...this wasn't her first battle with lack of purpose. She would no long be...a prisoner.
What happened next was...rather unexpected. She found herself in the custody of slavers, it would seem the value of Force Sensitives were higher than most. As strong as she was, and being a Jedi Master in her own right, she had her limits. She was outnumbered, and she knew the chances of her surviving if she surrendered were higher. She was wounded as well; she wasn't in critical condition or anything or on the verge of death, but it weakened her abilities. So she was taken.
These slavers knew well the prowess of a Jedi. They knew to apprehend her quick, and keep her that way. So she was drugged. What seemed a cat nap wasn't merely so. She had been out of it for hours...maybe even days. Her eyes batted, closing and opening as she was coming to. When she awoke the first thing that she witnessed...
An ugly sight indeed.
"Woah the lass has awakened. Finally. Don't worry my boys haven't had their way with you...yet. Hahaha!" The slimy pest had words that were slurred to her. "Just do as the Slave Master says, and maybe we won't have to bruise up your pretty face. Haha Welcome to your new home...throw her in that cell with the idiot boy."
And so they took her, dragging her down the musky, dirty halls of the Slavers Transfer Center. Her mind was becoming her own once again, and so the Togruta was thrown inti a dark room, with a Light peering down its center. She hit the floor and slid a bit. She groaned in discomfort and slight pain. Her body shaking as she struggled to prop herself up against the wall, she moan in weakness. Her struggle proved successful however, and here she was...a prisoner.
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What was her purpose?
What was she to do now?
These were the questions she thought she had answers to...but it was obvious that she never possessed the knowledge she thought she had. She had been through so much, had seen so much during her career as a Jedi...she played a role in so many lives...but still she felt restless. The Force was calling her, the echoes were so noticeable, there was no way she could ignore them; she wouldn't anyway, Sochi was one of the few Jedi who really allowed herself to be guided by the Force itself.
She had to trust...trust that the very thing that made her, would give her clarity and bring her purpose once more. She had a burning hope...this wasn't her first battle with lack of purpose. She would no long be...a prisoner.
What happened next was...rather unexpected. She found herself in the custody of slavers, it would seem the value of Force Sensitives were higher than most. As strong as she was, and being a Jedi Master in her own right, she had her limits. She was outnumbered, and she knew the chances of her surviving if she surrendered were higher. She was wounded as well; she wasn't in critical condition or anything or on the verge of death, but it weakened her abilities. So she was taken.
These slavers knew well the prowess of a Jedi. They knew to apprehend her quick, and keep her that way. So she was drugged. What seemed a cat nap wasn't merely so. She had been out of it for hours...maybe even days. Her eyes batted, closing and opening as she was coming to. When she awoke the first thing that she witnessed...
An ugly sight indeed.
"Woah the lass has awakened. Finally. Don't worry my boys haven't had their way with you...yet. Hahaha!" The slimy pest had words that were slurred to her. "Just do as the Slave Master says, and maybe we won't have to bruise up your pretty face. Haha Welcome to your new home...throw her in that cell with the idiot boy."
And so they took her, dragging her down the musky, dirty halls of the Slavers Transfer Center. Her mind was becoming her own once again, and so the Togruta was thrown inti a dark room, with a Light peering down its center. She hit the floor and slid a bit. She groaned in discomfort and slight pain. Her body shaking as she struggled to prop herself up against the wall, she moan in weakness. Her struggle proved successful however, and here she was...a prisoner.
[member="Mrrew"] [member="Bufu Kompyuta"]