L O S T
Korriban City
Korriban
Pain, Strife, Adversity...
Months, and months, of indoctrination had begun to take its toll; each misstep, every word out of line, brought with it the lick of a lash, a darkened room without windows or furniture for what could have been weeks on end, and the very real threat of death.
Here she was disposable. She could feel the eyes of the other students, hungry and filled with desire. They would strike her down at the first chance they got, and so long as none of the instructors witnessed it she knew that her demise would go unnoticed, unrecorded. Just another mewling whelp at the bottom of the pile.
She knew that many would have buckled by now. Succumbed to their lies, or lay broken at their feet, but there wasn't much they could put her through that Llevana hadn't already endured. Her whole life had been one great big game of indoctrination at the hands of the ever present Big Brother, and with that veil having been pulled from her eyes she knew the signs. Knew what to avoid. Knew when to simply nod her head and pretend to understand, and when to fight back.
But she was tired of faking it to make it. She did not survive hell in District Thirty-Two for this.
In the dead of night, with the shadows of twilight cast around the grounds, she had made her move. There were no belongings for her to collect, she simply dressed in the clothes she had been provided with, the same that every other individual in this place at her 'rank' wore, and quietly as she could muster she made her way down through the Academy.
Every few steps, every turn of the corner, every place that a guard was typically posted, she paused. Held her breath. There were only so many excuses to be thought of for why she was sneaking around at night, and none of them would prove good enough to avoid punishment.
Down the stairs, through the central chamber, out into the starry night beyond, Llevana's steps were slow and precise, all the while a distinct fear grew within her chest, threatening to press against her lungs and force all of the air from her. A panic set over her, and for a moment she wanted only to turn around and run back to her dorm.
I always knew you were a coward; yes, yes, dance little one, dance for these tyrants, they have you right where they want you. Return to your room, and prove to them that you're as weak-willed as the rest of them.
She huffed slightly at Mr-Know-It-All, before slipping into the night. Orange sand was kicked up with each step she took, but it also helped to muffle her movements. Her mind whirred with all of the information she had gathered, most of it was false of course but some of it bore truths. She had seen it herself, the small docking bay which lay beyond the next rise.
All that she had to do was remain unnoticed. It couldn't be that difficult right?
In the distance came a distinct set of growls, and all of the horrors of this place came flooding back to her mind. Creatures that would love nothing more than to devour her, for her gifts to fuel them... She swallowed back the lump in her throat, and continued to press on. Up through the dunes, and out into the world beyond the Academy.
It felt too easy.
Was this a test? Did they know what she had been planning? Yet one glance over her shoulder showed little, and though she felt eyes on her to her left and right she knew it was the creatures of Korriban. Monsters though they were, they were not as terrifying to her as those who called themselves Sith.
Finally they came into view, those metal beasts which had transported her from the place that had once been called home. A tremor ran along her spine before she could stop it, and for a moment her breath caught in her throat.
A few more steps, and she was upon them. Her eyes ran over each and every one, until she found a flaw in their outer shell. One of the boarding ramps were down. She could see crates stacked up beside it, hear a few distinct voices around the corner, and knew that they were prepping to leave.
Insanity took a hold of her then, and she rushed up into the cargo bay beyond, her eyes darting this way and that to find the darkest corner possible. Behind some of the crates already inside she spotted a gap just big enough for her to squeeze if she tried. Claustrophobia set in, but it beat the alternative so she put her head in her hands and forced herself to breathe.
It felt like an eternity before the tiny bit of light from outside the ramp was removed, and the ship began to rumble as it prepped to take off. Where they were going, she could not say. She did not care. The entirety of this Galaxy was alien to her, she could only hope that the next land she fell upon would be a little more forgiving.