Coryth Elaris
Shortstack of Fire
@[member="Josiah Denko"]
The tiny redhead lay sleeping, though not peacefully. Peaceful was never her right to have. No, at night she was haunted by visions of the future, ever changing, completely fluid. Tossing and turning, she'd long thrown off the covers, kicked away the sheets, even the pillows pushed aside as the force pulled at her in her dreams, presenting her the possibilities of the future.
Tatooine, the world she recognized straight away, having been enslaved upon it twice. Once, as a toddler, no more than three years old. The second, as a fifteen year old girl, a bounty that had haunted her since her and her mother escaped. The place had been nothing but a death trap for the tiny redhead. She swore to this day that, that little dust ball was out to kill her.
The visions had been murky for weeks, but were becoming clearer, the Hutt she recognized, the one who had enslaved her, Gardula. Even in her sleep her lips curled into a sneer, he in a gunship of a sort.
There a blonde man, trying to rescue slaves, he went back for the last, and as he entered, grabbing the little girls hand, the building exploded into a ball of red fire, both consumed by fire, badly injuries if not dead. He wasn't move, nor was the girl.
Her eyes snapped opened, and slowly she wiped away beads of sweat from her forehead, looking around to the torn up bed. This future, she could not let happen. Gardula, would not win this time. No. Not even if it meant her going back to that hell, the place that tried to take her life again and again.
The force was pulling on her strongly, this was someone who could not be hurt, could not die, and if she had any say in it, it was not going to happen. Every part of her told her she had a week to get there. She recalled, judging by the moon's positions around Tatooine, it a world she was TOO familiar with.
Either way, she set out fast through her things in a bag, saber clipped to her belt and barefooted as always she raced off her boat, heading for the spaceport. Grabbing the first transport out, she was on her way. A few jumps and layovers, and soon enough that little dusty ball of hell came into view as the transport descended into the atmosphere.
Stifling heat hit her as she stepped out into the bright sunlight, heat bearing down on her hard. Even with a cream colored cloak, and very light colored clothing it was still too hot. There was a certain level of apprehension and fear of being here again. The planet had tried to kill her every single last time she'd been here. Not one memory she could think of was pleasant here. Most as the Jedi Master passed by seemed to stare. In a simple light tan tank top her brutal scars, deep and crisscrossing all of her exposed skin, save for her hands, her face, and her neck were out for the world to see. And many did just that, look, stare, watch.
Wasn't often Jedi stepped on this world, and certainly not one like her, standing at 4'11, a mere ninety nine pounds, petite was an understatement. And, her size hid and untold strength, and ferocity that if pressed would come out like a wild Nexu.
Now that she was here, she could feel it now, sense the currents flowing in the force, things were in motion already, and now was not the time to lay idly by. She soon picked up the pace, following a specific path, a left, two rights, down four blocks, coming to an old warehouse.
This one brought back memories, harsh ones at that, fifteen drug before that Hutt, beaten so badly she could not move, restrained by drugs to cloud her mind, chains to bind her. There was no way to press past, to defend herself. But that was a long time ago. A very long time ago. No one would ever do that again. And now she waited, drawing upon the force, she masked herself in light, and using art of the small hid her presence in the force.
The tiny redhead lay sleeping, though not peacefully. Peaceful was never her right to have. No, at night she was haunted by visions of the future, ever changing, completely fluid. Tossing and turning, she'd long thrown off the covers, kicked away the sheets, even the pillows pushed aside as the force pulled at her in her dreams, presenting her the possibilities of the future.
Tatooine, the world she recognized straight away, having been enslaved upon it twice. Once, as a toddler, no more than three years old. The second, as a fifteen year old girl, a bounty that had haunted her since her and her mother escaped. The place had been nothing but a death trap for the tiny redhead. She swore to this day that, that little dust ball was out to kill her.
The visions had been murky for weeks, but were becoming clearer, the Hutt she recognized, the one who had enslaved her, Gardula. Even in her sleep her lips curled into a sneer, he in a gunship of a sort.
There a blonde man, trying to rescue slaves, he went back for the last, and as he entered, grabbing the little girls hand, the building exploded into a ball of red fire, both consumed by fire, badly injuries if not dead. He wasn't move, nor was the girl.
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Her eyes snapped opened, and slowly she wiped away beads of sweat from her forehead, looking around to the torn up bed. This future, she could not let happen. Gardula, would not win this time. No. Not even if it meant her going back to that hell, the place that tried to take her life again and again.
The force was pulling on her strongly, this was someone who could not be hurt, could not die, and if she had any say in it, it was not going to happen. Every part of her told her she had a week to get there. She recalled, judging by the moon's positions around Tatooine, it a world she was TOO familiar with.
Either way, she set out fast through her things in a bag, saber clipped to her belt and barefooted as always she raced off her boat, heading for the spaceport. Grabbing the first transport out, she was on her way. A few jumps and layovers, and soon enough that little dusty ball of hell came into view as the transport descended into the atmosphere.
Stifling heat hit her as she stepped out into the bright sunlight, heat bearing down on her hard. Even with a cream colored cloak, and very light colored clothing it was still too hot. There was a certain level of apprehension and fear of being here again. The planet had tried to kill her every single last time she'd been here. Not one memory she could think of was pleasant here. Most as the Jedi Master passed by seemed to stare. In a simple light tan tank top her brutal scars, deep and crisscrossing all of her exposed skin, save for her hands, her face, and her neck were out for the world to see. And many did just that, look, stare, watch.
Wasn't often Jedi stepped on this world, and certainly not one like her, standing at 4'11, a mere ninety nine pounds, petite was an understatement. And, her size hid and untold strength, and ferocity that if pressed would come out like a wild Nexu.
Now that she was here, she could feel it now, sense the currents flowing in the force, things were in motion already, and now was not the time to lay idly by. She soon picked up the pace, following a specific path, a left, two rights, down four blocks, coming to an old warehouse.
This one brought back memories, harsh ones at that, fifteen drug before that Hutt, beaten so badly she could not move, restrained by drugs to cloud her mind, chains to bind her. There was no way to press past, to defend herself. But that was a long time ago. A very long time ago. No one would ever do that again. And now she waited, drawing upon the force, she masked herself in light, and using art of the small hid her presence in the force.