Disciple of Faith
Revna sat across from the other freed slaves, her gray-blue eyes watching in cautious curiosity from the shadow of her hood as the freighter around them rumbled to life. Including her, there were only four of them: one teal-greenish Twi’lek woman not much younger than she was, and two human (or at least they appeared to be human) men. No one spoke to each other; they were just content to sit in silence, no doubt pondering what had brought them to this point in their journey thus far.
For Revna, it had been quite the journey. Days ago, she had broken free from her cruel slave owner’s grasp, unleashing her vengeance upon him before taking his personal blaster and credits and fleeing into the underbelly of the rank city she had been forced to call “home”. Fear and uncertainty plagued her flight to freedom, and the blood of lives stained her hands as she had already killed to get to this point in her journey. They had deserved what was coming to them, she told herself. They tried to hurt her, to capture her again. And she wasn’t about to let that happen: she would rather die…or kill…than ever be forced back into slavery.
Finding herself aboard this freighter headed to a rock called Formos had been perhaps one of the greater challenges she had yet faced. She had to rely on her magic, her ability to hear the thoughts of others, to find a crumb that promised freedom. That crumb had led to another, and another…until after days and nights of searching she had found where the trail led: a man who was helping smuggle slaves and other misfortuned souls out of Nar Shaddaa…people like her. It had been a tense existence; she still wore her slave’s collar around her throat, unable to get it off. Had anyone with nefarious intentions had seen it, she would have ended up captured and re-enslaved. And when it was discovered that she had murdered her master? Then she would have been executed…or worse. She had kept her neck hidden from view, only letting the man who was helping the slaves see it for himself.
Truthfully, when she had found the man, she had no idea where she should go. The galaxy was a vast place and while she had a singular goal in mind, she didn’t know where to go or even start to achieve that goal: finding the Sith. She had asked the smuggler where to go to find them, and he had acted really strange around her when she mentioned the word ‘Sith’. He told her that he couldn’t help her, but there was someone on Formos who might be able to. He told her that at the spaceport there would be individuals to whom she could speak to, who could help her meet with a certain High Priest of an Order or church that was based on Formos.
And so that was what she planned to do now. It was a step in a direction, at least. It was better than nothing.
The small woman kept to herself for the several hour long jump to Formos; she was distrustful and cautious of people around her, no matter who they were. Right now, she was fighting an internal conflict: years of conditioning as a slave had made her be obedient and respectful and polite, but the torture she had endured at her slave-owners’ hands had made her cold and distrustful and stand-offish. She wanted to engage and talk with the others with her-especially the teal colored Twi’lek woman who kept glancing at her-but she just couldn’t do it. She must have given off some kind of aura or presence that told the others to leave her alone, for none of them bothered to talk to her for the duration of the trip.
At some point, Revna must have fallen asleep, for the jostle of the ship coming out of jump startled her awake. Moments later it was announced that they would be landing at the spaceport in fifteen minutes. The small woman spent that time in nervous anticipation; she really was reaching into the unknown, putting her trust in fate. Absent-mindedly she reached up and rubbed the collar around her neck, her mind drifting to the truth of where she came from and where she was now.
The ship landed and the cargo bay doors opened and the ramp lowered. Revna and the three other freed slaves made their way off as port workers ambled in to begin removing the cargo load. Off-ship, the group was approached by two individuals, a human man and woman, who introduced themselves as agents of an organization present on Formos who would help the freed slaves get settled in and situated. Revna listened closely to the two individuals, sensing no ill intentions from them immediately. Both seemed genuine and kind and simply wanted to help. They identified themselves as former slaves as well, freed and brought to work on behalf of a religious presence on Formos, known as the Order of Wonosa.
Revna had no idea about any of this, but it seemed intriguing enough to her. After a brief synopsis given by the two individuals, she gathered up her courage to approach them both. “Excuse me?” she asked softly, seeing the man and woman both turn in her direction.
“Yes? What can we help you with?”
Revna glanced around nervously, her pale face shadowed by the depths of her hood. “I apologize for coming across awkwardly but I am looking for someone, I think…”
“Oh you are fine! Who are you looking for?” the woman asked kindly with a smile touching her face.
Revna took a deep breath. “I was told that when I landed here on Formos that I should ask to speak to some High Priest or someone, and this person might be able to help me look for or find a Sith.” she murmured.
The man and the woman exchanged a strange and somewhat knowing look, before looking back at Revna. “Of course. Our High Priest is a busy man, but I think he might be persuaded to come and meet with you. Come with me-my associate here will go and inform him that you wish to speak with him, and I will wait with you so you are not left here all alone.” The woman said, leading Revna towards a building which sat not too far away. Her male companion set off down a pathway away from the landing strip and Revna followed the woman inside the building, which turned out to be some sort of lounge room, complete with tables and chairs and even a pot for some caf…which was empty, of course.
Revna couldn't help but feel a growing sense of foreboding and anxiety, both of which she tried her best to hide behind a blank facial expression and the shadows of her hood. She didn't know what would happen next, and the fear of the unknown made her heart skip within her chest.
Darth Strosius
For Revna, it had been quite the journey. Days ago, she had broken free from her cruel slave owner’s grasp, unleashing her vengeance upon him before taking his personal blaster and credits and fleeing into the underbelly of the rank city she had been forced to call “home”. Fear and uncertainty plagued her flight to freedom, and the blood of lives stained her hands as she had already killed to get to this point in her journey. They had deserved what was coming to them, she told herself. They tried to hurt her, to capture her again. And she wasn’t about to let that happen: she would rather die…or kill…than ever be forced back into slavery.
Finding herself aboard this freighter headed to a rock called Formos had been perhaps one of the greater challenges she had yet faced. She had to rely on her magic, her ability to hear the thoughts of others, to find a crumb that promised freedom. That crumb had led to another, and another…until after days and nights of searching she had found where the trail led: a man who was helping smuggle slaves and other misfortuned souls out of Nar Shaddaa…people like her. It had been a tense existence; she still wore her slave’s collar around her throat, unable to get it off. Had anyone with nefarious intentions had seen it, she would have ended up captured and re-enslaved. And when it was discovered that she had murdered her master? Then she would have been executed…or worse. She had kept her neck hidden from view, only letting the man who was helping the slaves see it for himself.
Truthfully, when she had found the man, she had no idea where she should go. The galaxy was a vast place and while she had a singular goal in mind, she didn’t know where to go or even start to achieve that goal: finding the Sith. She had asked the smuggler where to go to find them, and he had acted really strange around her when she mentioned the word ‘Sith’. He told her that he couldn’t help her, but there was someone on Formos who might be able to. He told her that at the spaceport there would be individuals to whom she could speak to, who could help her meet with a certain High Priest of an Order or church that was based on Formos.
And so that was what she planned to do now. It was a step in a direction, at least. It was better than nothing.
The small woman kept to herself for the several hour long jump to Formos; she was distrustful and cautious of people around her, no matter who they were. Right now, she was fighting an internal conflict: years of conditioning as a slave had made her be obedient and respectful and polite, but the torture she had endured at her slave-owners’ hands had made her cold and distrustful and stand-offish. She wanted to engage and talk with the others with her-especially the teal colored Twi’lek woman who kept glancing at her-but she just couldn’t do it. She must have given off some kind of aura or presence that told the others to leave her alone, for none of them bothered to talk to her for the duration of the trip.
At some point, Revna must have fallen asleep, for the jostle of the ship coming out of jump startled her awake. Moments later it was announced that they would be landing at the spaceport in fifteen minutes. The small woman spent that time in nervous anticipation; she really was reaching into the unknown, putting her trust in fate. Absent-mindedly she reached up and rubbed the collar around her neck, her mind drifting to the truth of where she came from and where she was now.
The ship landed and the cargo bay doors opened and the ramp lowered. Revna and the three other freed slaves made their way off as port workers ambled in to begin removing the cargo load. Off-ship, the group was approached by two individuals, a human man and woman, who introduced themselves as agents of an organization present on Formos who would help the freed slaves get settled in and situated. Revna listened closely to the two individuals, sensing no ill intentions from them immediately. Both seemed genuine and kind and simply wanted to help. They identified themselves as former slaves as well, freed and brought to work on behalf of a religious presence on Formos, known as the Order of Wonosa.
Revna had no idea about any of this, but it seemed intriguing enough to her. After a brief synopsis given by the two individuals, she gathered up her courage to approach them both. “Excuse me?” she asked softly, seeing the man and woman both turn in her direction.
“Yes? What can we help you with?”
Revna glanced around nervously, her pale face shadowed by the depths of her hood. “I apologize for coming across awkwardly but I am looking for someone, I think…”
“Oh you are fine! Who are you looking for?” the woman asked kindly with a smile touching her face.
Revna took a deep breath. “I was told that when I landed here on Formos that I should ask to speak to some High Priest or someone, and this person might be able to help me look for or find a Sith.” she murmured.
The man and the woman exchanged a strange and somewhat knowing look, before looking back at Revna. “Of course. Our High Priest is a busy man, but I think he might be persuaded to come and meet with you. Come with me-my associate here will go and inform him that you wish to speak with him, and I will wait with you so you are not left here all alone.” The woman said, leading Revna towards a building which sat not too far away. Her male companion set off down a pathway away from the landing strip and Revna followed the woman inside the building, which turned out to be some sort of lounge room, complete with tables and chairs and even a pot for some caf…which was empty, of course.
Revna couldn't help but feel a growing sense of foreboding and anxiety, both of which she tried her best to hide behind a blank facial expression and the shadows of her hood. She didn't know what would happen next, and the fear of the unknown made her heart skip within her chest.
Darth Strosius