Engineer Six
Left Behind
Boots hit the ground with a soft, satisfying click. With each step the noise repeated, announcing the former slave's presence. As usual, her hair was messy, casually brushed aside and left that way. But the rest of her was tight, neat... acceptable. Strange as it was, it fit her. Perfectly. Leather wrapped around her in the form of a jacket, covering part of her striped grey tank top. A little black bowtie was clipped on the front, matching the hue of her bandana. Multiple studded bracelets dangled on her arms, smaller versions of the belt that held up her dark jeans. To top it off she wore simple, but recognizable shoes from a popular brand. Or at least they appeared to be. In all reality they were knock-offs, though rather convincing ones at that. If it weren't for the girl's moderately sized chest, some might mistake her for a male. After all, not many females grew to be six feet and two inches tall.
It was safe to say she was not a normal girl. Not at all. Eight years of her life had been spent as a slave, working under abusive masters and mistresses. In time she had learned to... enjoy the pain, to move past it and accept it. All that was for naught, as she was freed mere months ago. In exchange for freedom, she had earned a debt. One that was to be repaid to the glorious Sith Empire, rightful ruler of the galaxy. Or something like that. So far she had simply killed a few men, blew a few things up, and guarded a couple people. Nothing special compared to the endeavors of the woman she was going to meet rather soon. For you see, Jek'ai Cyin was starting a new chapter in her life. One that required her to serve faithfully, to many Lords and Ladies of the Sith. @[member="Shinjū Aÿasha"] was one such Lady. Out of all the indentured servants, it was Jek who was to become the Darth's latest... toy.
Stepping into the dark, cold room she looked around, taking in every detail. This was where she had been instructed to meet her new mistress. According to her handler, Jek was to assist Shinju in every way possible until assigned to someone else or given a new duty. Though given the Sith's reputation, she knew she could very well be killed before attending to even one matter. Surprisingly that did not bother the lass. Inside she knew she was lucky to be alive, and treated each moment as if it could be her last. With a cruel sense of humor and a love of messing with others she marched into the world, facing it with a brave soul. Perhaps that's a tad... over-dramatic, and to... cheery. Oh well.
"Ahem, I have arrived, Lady... Ayasha. How may I be of service?" Jek asked, unsure of the woman was even in the room yet. Hopefully she was, and Jek had not just made a fool of herself. Of course if it was the latter, there was no one but herself to witness it. Details, details. The answer would be revealed soon enough, and that was all that mattered at the moment.
It was safe to say she was not a normal girl. Not at all. Eight years of her life had been spent as a slave, working under abusive masters and mistresses. In time she had learned to... enjoy the pain, to move past it and accept it. All that was for naught, as she was freed mere months ago. In exchange for freedom, she had earned a debt. One that was to be repaid to the glorious Sith Empire, rightful ruler of the galaxy. Or something like that. So far she had simply killed a few men, blew a few things up, and guarded a couple people. Nothing special compared to the endeavors of the woman she was going to meet rather soon. For you see, Jek'ai Cyin was starting a new chapter in her life. One that required her to serve faithfully, to many Lords and Ladies of the Sith. @[member="Shinjū Aÿasha"] was one such Lady. Out of all the indentured servants, it was Jek who was to become the Darth's latest... toy.
Stepping into the dark, cold room she looked around, taking in every detail. This was where she had been instructed to meet her new mistress. According to her handler, Jek was to assist Shinju in every way possible until assigned to someone else or given a new duty. Though given the Sith's reputation, she knew she could very well be killed before attending to even one matter. Surprisingly that did not bother the lass. Inside she knew she was lucky to be alive, and treated each moment as if it could be her last. With a cruel sense of humor and a love of messing with others she marched into the world, facing it with a brave soul. Perhaps that's a tad... over-dramatic, and to... cheery. Oh well.
"Ahem, I have arrived, Lady... Ayasha. How may I be of service?" Jek asked, unsure of the woman was even in the room yet. Hopefully she was, and Jek had not just made a fool of herself. Of course if it was the latter, there was no one but herself to witness it. Details, details. The answer would be revealed soon enough, and that was all that mattered at the moment.