Post by WWFF on Sept 12, 2009 16:07:59 GMT -5
Name: Anee (an-EE) J'Hirra
Alias (only known as): Zero Gantori
Race: Human
Age: 26
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 118
Birth place: Coruscant
Appearance: Long elegant sheets of obsidian colored hair flow from her head (when allowed down) to the tips of her elegant shoulder blades, countered by the porcelain white tone of her warm skin. Her body is lithe and supple, yet strong. She is of a slender built, that is not to say she lacks the curvaceousness her gender offers (which she indeed displays). Her legs are long, and torso and arms proportionately sized. She is not overly busty, but she does proportionately full endowment. Long delicate fingers with short, well kept nails, complete the sleek lines of her arms.
She nearly always keeps her hair down, though for hotter climates she often keeps it twisted into a high bun; all but two long bangs, one on either side of her face, framing it. Her skin is surprisingly blemish free, soft with just a bit of natural rose on her cheek bones and lips; lips which curved in a movement representative of a bow, and as perfectly soft looking as they were dangerously curved on each corner. Her nose is somewhat small, and slightly pointed upward at the tip, not too high, just enough to add an elegant lift her soft features. On either ear she wore three piercings; one on either lobe, one close to the tip, and one on the cartilage over her left ear-hole and her right ear has a small triangular split in it mid-way. Her chin comes to an attractive curve leading into her soft jaw line, framing a beautifully narrow neck.
Her eyes have an exotic almond shape, and were by most standards big – in an attractive way. Long black eyelashes and thick black liner seem to always give her a smokey look. Wild emerald irises seemed to jump from the smokiness, and when light hits them they seem to illuminate; they were sapphire, once upon a time, a change made by enhanced lenses surgically implanted for greater vision, as well as another surgery to change their color. She has been branded with the image of a small eightpoint star on the back of her left shoulder blade.
Her usual attire is that of stealth; she keeps other outfits for arid or cold conditions.
Most often seen in:
Two black leather boots buckle on the outsides; they run from ankle to knee and hide a sheathed boot knife. A black [form fitting] full body, poly-fiber, suit covers her supple form, from foot to full neck; it ends in a three quarter length sleeve. Her hands and forearms are covered by elbow length leather gloves which buckle on the underside of either wrist. A black utility belt drapes low on her hips where she keeps dual M-680 blasters [holstered on either side] and a small torch for lighting her cigarras [which are also kept in a small pouch on the belt].
Armor:
Her front torso is covered by several thin beskar plates, over lapping for complete mobility with any way her body curves or bends. The plates are smaller pieces of on solid piece which used to comprise a full set of torso armor. It is designed to cover from collar bone, to lower abdominal, following her body lines and wrapping around her sides; it straps in place by several straps, which attach to a small octagonal piece of beskar that centers between her shoulder blades, and extends slightly down toward the middle of her back. This piece of beskar extends up to cover the back of her neck.
On top of the gloves she wears a modified piece of thin beskar, which has been formed to cover nearly all of her forearm; starting at the elbow and ending at the wrist where another smaller plate covers the top of the hand. Thin beskar also covers over the front of her shins and her foot, and slightly thicker pieces of beskar make-up knee guards.
She wears a triangular respirator over her mouth and nose, whenever on a job or meeting "clients"; it wraps around the back of her head, buckling under her hair. It's has two small oxygen cartridges concealed on either bottom corner, for breath underwater, and converts nearly any atmosphere to breathable air.
Personality: Cruel, calculating, predatory, and savage; all base characteristics which make up the disconnected and cold personality of this young human. Brought on by a lifetime which has given her a complete disregard for most life, because of this she keeps to herself as all lone wolves do, working thusly unless there is notable gain to be had on her part.
Her demeanor is cold, particularly toward men, and she has complete disdain for the Jedi, as her lover was killed by one. Her voice always seductively level and venomous. [Due to the mixture of languages she speaks and accents which she has been exposed to, her own accent mirrors that of an Irish accent in our world]. Her eyes (while gloriously vivid) dangerously keen, and her intuition and intelligence neigh unmatched; as is her cruelty and ruthlessness. She is not above using her physically attractive features as a tool; much like a fly trap. A predator she is; as much an animal as she is human. She tends to have a soft spot toward children and slaves, again because of her violent past, and has been known to defend at even the slightest aggression toward one of said parties.
She cares little of her own life, much less that of the others around her, which makes her exceptionally dangerous as she will often take more dangerous jobs and intentionally put herself in life threatening situations. She has a reputation amongst her competitors and piers for being utterly insane. She is also helplessly [it seems] addicted to cigarras, and can quite often be seen with one hanging from her lips or between her fingers.
Profession: Bounty Hunter
Skills: Zero has developed a fighting style all her own, it is born of necessity and has roots in Mandalorian hand to hand; it is of an offensive nature. She rarely utilizes it as most of her work is done from a distance. She has neigh unmatched accuracy with short and long-range weapons alike. She speaks [fluently] several languages (aside from GBS): Huttese, Ryl, Mando'a and Toydarian, she also understands some Rodian. She is flexible and an exceptional dancer, due to her younger years as a slave, and utilizes this flexibility on many jobs.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: +++ - - - - - - - 3
Intelligence: +++++++ - - - 7
Speed: ++++++ - - - - 6
Leadership: + - - - - - - - - - 1
Unarmed: + - - - - - - - - - 2
Melee Weapons: +++ - - - - - - - 3
Ranged Weapons: +++++++ - - - 7
Alignment: -2
Ship Name:
Dioltas I: It is an SF-499 Medium Freighter, formerly commandeered by her Mandalorian partner and lover, and taken over by her. It has been altered with a modified cargo hold to be an armory and living quarters, as well as a holding tank, for her marks.
Bio:
Coruscant Slums ~ 1373 AHW[/color][/center]
The screams of labor echoed through the halls of the small pawn shop; coupled with the panting and groans of pain, and directions given gruffly by a feminine Toydarian voice. The woman was young, no older than seventeen, a worker in the shop she was now giving birth in. And the gruff Toydarian voice: the owners wife and girl's midwife. Both were clearly worried, for separate reasons. The girl worried for her child's safe delivery, but the Toydarian midwife worried for the girl's life.
Though the Toydarian was not used to delivering human offspring, the amount of blood did not seem natural, nor did the increasingly pale look of the young mother. Never-the-less, she issued orders to breathe in her native language; watching for the crown. The blood didn't seem to stop, even as the child began to crown and soon make her way into the world. The young mother never seemed to stop pushing, until the child was finally pulled free. The Toydarian mid-wife quickly went about cleaning the child and and clearing the baby's eyes, throat, and nose, and cutting her cord.
The severity of the young mother's situation became more clear as she attempted a smile, only to convulse slightly in pain with a weak cough, her color was nearly all pale, and her sapphire eyes had begun to be covered by drooping lids, even her dry lips began looking white. Realization hit the Toydarian woman, the blood was not natural, and by now it was far too late for her do anything, what was happening was irreversible. The fluttering of Toydarian wings brought the wrapped baby to her mother's chest.
Two sets of dazzling sapphire eyes met for the first time; a small yawn from the infant and a slow blink made the young mother smile, as tears filled her eyes. "What will you name her?" The Toydarian words seemed to come less gruffly than before, more sorrowful and heart filled; a lump growing in the Toydarian's throat at the sight of the dieing mother. An obstetrical hemorrhage had caused the loss of too much blood into the abdominal cavity as well as the birth canal, and slowly the young mother was bleeding to death.
Through a dry throat and cracked lips, one word was uttered as a weak finger traced the infant's cheek. "Annie" Her voice squeaked out. The child and mother shared a total of ten minutes together, at the end of which those two pairs of vivid colored eyes met for the last time, and the only kiss from a mother to a daughter was given. One last breath, and the infant's scream could be heard as the beating of the heart she had listened to so intently for nine months finally ceased it's rhythmic tune.
The fluttering of the Toydarian wings receded from the room after collecting the crying infant, and covering the mother's body, tears flowing as she thought about what to do with the orphaned child. The father had abandoned the girl shortly after she had informed him of the pregnancy, leaving the planet on a transport, leaving her with no one save her Toydarian employers to turn to; And now, the same was true with her child. She was nothing more than an infant with a name.
Coruscant Slums ~ 1373 - 1378 AHW[/color][/center]
The purple skined Toydarian went by the name of Turga Betto, and her husband Vel Betto, were the only thing the child had in the universe, so the two took on the responsibility with great excitement; seeing as they themselves were advancing in age and any off-spring of their own was nearly completely out of the question.
Vel was a relatively typical looking Toydarian male: his skin tone was blue-ish gray, his tusks slightly shorter than average, he had a slightly narrower frame than average and longer wings. He was nearly always seen with a nice vest, and kilt-like leather skirt. Turga had softer features [for a Toydarian]. She typically wore bright green eye shadow to accent her own green irises, though her garb was as simple as a floral robe which tied above her gaseous belly.
Anee was parented by the two Toydarians, where she was cared for as though she were their own. They spoke to her in their language, fed her their food, and supplied her with clothing. Each day she would grow, absorbing the stimuli of the little pawn shop. Vel would often make her toys from some of the items he'd scrap, and buy her things when he wasn't in debt.
Vel had a terrible addiction to gambling, and was often in and out of various pockets around the Coruscanti slums; though any time he'd hit big he'd bring something back to spoil Turga and Anee, often spending more than necessary to "make it up to them", for the money he had lost in days prior.
Luckily for Vel, none of his debtors really ever did anything too drastic. The occasional roughing up, or more expensive items taken as payment, but really never anything serious; only two death threats ever, but luckily for him, those debtors were in debt to some quicker acting debtors. He considered himself lucky, and always tried to keep any violence from Anee, though it did sometimes spill into her view.
For all intensive purposes Anee's life was normal. By the time she was four she could speak Toydarian as well as GBS, her guardian's deemed it necessary for a human to know the basic language of the galaxy. While they still spoke to one another in Toydarian, she was as fluent in Basic as any child her age, with the exception of a broken accent and a few words here or there. She was incredibly intelligent, and soaked up any knowledge her guardians would throw at her, she took quickly to anything she was taught; Vel even taught her basic arithmetic by counting credits in the back of the shop.
For Anee J'Hirra, life was easy, as it should be for a child. However one day, unbeknownst to her and Turga, a very poor business deal was made by Vel; one which would effect the small family, but no one more specifically (or extremely) than Anee.
Coruscant Slums - Klatooine ~ 1378 AHW[/color][/center]
Late evening always brought sound from the city outside. The slight sound of speeders whooshing and buzzing by could be heard echoing through the shop to the small domiciles in the back. The occasional speeder chase could be heard whizzing by the, the sound of blaster shots or of a wrecking speeder were commonplace sounds echoing through the catwalks which connected the lower level buildings. The Coruscanti sun never quite hit their little patch of real-estate due to the large buildings blocking it; so their sunsets weren't anything to be admired, the ground took a slight orange tone, but was more dark than anything else.
Vel had closed the shop early, as he did on the same day every week. He seemed to be slightly calmer than he had been for the past few weeks. Turga was plating some three portions of a soup she had been working on all day, and Anee was playing with a small scrap metal space-fighter Vel had recently constructed for her. As the last dull rays of the setting sun began to fade into darkness, the three found themselves seated at a make-shift table; a basic piece of inch thick durasteel, held by four cylindrical legs welded into place.
The three would sit night after night in these same spots, eating what ever Turga could threw together. Their conversations were rarely if ever about anything important, usually small talk, as the three were around each other from sun up until sundown. Turga spent her days taking care of Anee and cooking, teaching her anything she could as the child was a sponge for knowledge. Vel would tease Anee who would mimic nearly anything he did to the best of her abilities. The child would speak basic while at the table, as Turga had instructed her; a curious sound, a human child with Toydarian accented basic.
Though few knew the child existed, those who did found her to be a fascinating specimen. Her pitch colored hair and vivid sapphire eyes seemed to leap from her pale skin. She was by no means an average human child. Her personality had yet to truly develop, but she had taken on a certain amount of both of her "parent's" attributes; Vel's quick wit and personable nature, and Turga's kindness. Though often times she would display characteristics she had developed herself; a staunch independence and desire to do her own thinking. She was indeed an interesting child.
The sun-set orange tone was beginning to fully fade into the neon colors of the slums. Vel had been on edge for the past week, though when Turga asked, he merely said it was because of some "off world news", and promptly dropped the subject. Usually this day would have been Vel's gambling day, though to Turga's surprise he decided to stay in, an odd occurrence, but a welcome surprise non-the-less. Turga had also noticed that he hadn't been out gambling in some time, a fact which she welcomed with no questions, as to not urge him toward it.
As the three dove into their bowls it was easy to see that Vel was somewhat preoccupied. Turga began questioning him about how distant he was, and why he had been acting so strange. She wouldn't take "off world news" as an excuse any longer; she hated arguing in front of Anee, but there were times when she had no choice. Though her questions would go vastly unanswered or vaguly answered, all the while Vel continously attempted to change the subject. Sadly he would never truly get the opportunity to fully explain. Three loud bangs followed by the sound of the shop door giving way and smashing in echoed through the domicile halls.
Vel's eyes widened as fear gripped him, Turga's worried voice demanded Vel answer her questions, but the male Toydarian was quickly buzzing to a nearby shelf to a small metalic box, which he opened to produce a small holdout blaster. He quickly ordered Turga to hide Anee in her room, though for a brief moment Turga was cemented in place. The sound of the intruders calling Vel's name sent Turga quickly buzzing to Anee and pulling her by her tiny arm toward her room. Turga pushed a button closing the door behind her and buzzed back to Vel, who was hovering with the blaster in hand resting at his right side.
Anee could hear portions of the conversation taking place in the next room. It was all spoken in basic though she could distinctly make out five unknown voices. She stood alone in the room as the volume of the voices escalated along with the aggression; her small form began backing toward the little cot situated across from the door. Her heart began beating faster and faster, racing as she heard the sounds of crashing from the next room. She closed her eyes as she climbed onto the bed and curled into a little ball. Her tiny voice began reciting a lullaby Turga would often sing to her; the sound was barely above a whisper and she attempted to take her mind somewhere else. She had been around when Vel was roughed up twice before, and the memory seemed to repeat itself in her head. She was beginning to rock back and forth as the voices began to rise, her tiny hands made their way to her little ears. She was singing softly to herself, drowning out the sounds from the next room, and then the sound of the Durasteel table smashing to the ground sent a wave of fear through the child and her little voice lept from her with the shrillest of shrieks.
Immediately the voices in the next room quieted and were followed by a bit of shuffling and Vel's voice issuing excuses for the scream; attempting to say it was a neighbor was a bit far fetched at this point but it didn't stop him. The sound of footsteps could be heard approaching the door, and then the sound of a blaster firing and a thump, more shouting, and Turga's voice shouting at Vel, and a second blaster shot followed by yelp of pain from Vel.
The small metal door leading into Anee's quarters slid up and open revealing a large Herglic on the other side. Anee still sat curled on her cot as the Herglic stepped aside and made a comment about a hidden slave and small passage ways; he was replaced by a Duros male, dressed in an interestingly designed brown leather vest which extended to just below his knees, he had brown pants tucked into brown boots, with a white shirt tucked into them. He nodded and stepped into the room. Turga's voice broke through the chatter between the four remaining intruders, who had pushed aside the body of their fallen comrade.
"She's no slave!" Her cry arose as the Duros began carrying Anee from the room. Her wings fluttered to life as she rose form Vel's side, he attempted to flutter along side his wife, but the blaster hole through his wing stopped him from raising from the ground. The Duros handed the child off to Herglic whose large hand wrapped around the girl. The room was full with the Herglic and the Duros, so the other two intruders stood ready in the hall.
"She looks like a slave to me." The Duros' voice stated with a hint of humor, though no sooner had the words left his lips the little human shouted out to Turga in Toydarian. The Duros' eyes widened as the smile curled upon his narrow lips. "She looks just like a slave to me," he chuckled as the words exited his mouth. "Gorga will be pleased with this payment."
Turga shot forward in an attempt to grab Vel's fallen blaster, unable to hold back her motherly instinct, though she was not fast enough. The Rodian in the hall was faster, and Turga's lifeless form slide to the feet of the Duros. Vel's agonized cry echoed through the halls, acompanied by Anee's shrill shriek. The Duros simply chuckled and waved his hand as a sign for his group to move out. He smiled at Vel who was walking to Turga's lifeless side, as his wing was too injured to allow for flight. His sobbing voice kept muttering her name as he slumped over her cradling her head.
"Looks like your luck's finally run its course, Vel." The Duros' voice cut in as the two stood alone in the small dining area.
"Bring my Anee back, Zung!" His voice erupted from between sobs.
"She's Gorrga's Anee now..." Zung simply turned on his heal, leaving Vel. He ventured out into the now neon colored walks of the Coruscanti slums. The three other members of his crew were climbing into their hovering ship, with Anee's screams muffled by the distant sounds of speeders.
A blaster bolt flew by Zung's head and found a mark in the middle of the Rodian's back forcing him face first and lifeless onto the walk way. Zung spun about with his own blaster and began firing back at the flightless Toydarian standing in the broken doorway of his pawn shop firing a holdout blaster. Though the effort was futile; under the cover fire of Zung, the large Herglic carrying Anee, lept into the large hold of the ship's belly, followed by the Nikto, who was followed by Zung. As quickly as they had entered the ship, they were gone, with Anee in their hold, and Vel alone firing into the growing Coruscanti night.
Anee huddled in the corner of the holding tank. Her sobbing and frightened form rocked back and forth as her mouth moved, beginning to sing the same Toydarian lullaby she had been lulled to sleep so with many times before; though comfort never came, as her kidnappers exited the hold, she was left alone.
Hours passed slowly and eventually the small human passed out with tear stained cheeks. She was unaware of the Herglic, even as he lifted her tiny form from the holding tank. She was woken as the sound of music hit her tiny ears. It was loud and the lighting was dark. The air was thick with smoke and foul smells, which turned the child's stomach. Her whole body fit into the Herglic's hand, so struggle was pointless, but the sounds of her silent sobbing gave testament to her fear. She was being carried through the halls of a building, though where she was, or what was happening was lost on her. While the Herglic was strong and holding the humans child firmly, he attempted to make it more comfortable for her, and was careful not to hold too tightly.
Her abductors came to a stop as an Arkanian male made his way in to another room. Anee heard the three quickly exchange a quick smile and heard the Nikto make a comment about a three way split. She didn't understand what it meant, and it didn't matter to her, all that mattered to her was knowing where she was. The chance to ask never arose as the Arkanian who had disappeared a moment before, reappeared and gestured for them to follow. She was carried into a room where the Duros was speaking in a foreign language to a Hutt as he walked. Anee had never seen a Hutt before, so the sight was both terrifying and amazing.
Zung spoke quickly in the strange tongue, and the Hutt responded with a deep masculine voice. It was at this point that Zung made some motions with his hands as though he were relaying the story of the small shoot out, as well as a motion toward the girl in the Herglic's hand. The Hutt chuckled deeply and nodded as he moved his right hand in a gesture to the Arkanian; who moved toward the Herglic as he was setting the girl down on her feet.
The Arkanian was tall, nearly seven feet, had long white hair, white eyes lacking a pupil, pale skin, and an extra finger on either clawed hand. His left eye had a scar running from brow, through down to the base of his jaw. He flashed a snarl at the child, which made her sink back slightly as a wave of fear ran through her. Zung and the Hutt, who was identified as Gorrga, spoke briefly, and both nodded their approval at something. Anee found herself being lead away from the Herglic, and toward the Hutt; the two conversed momentarily, and Gorrga motioned for the Arkanian to take the girl away. The Arkanian nodded and lead the girl off to be chipped and assigned to a job.
The whole event was a blur to the child, and the only thing she could comprehend as she was being chipped was that she was not going home, and her parents wouldn't be there in the morning. She was chipped in the back of her neck, and taken to the kitchen, where she was showed to the cook, and told to do any tasks she was given, lest she be punished. And then she was taken to a small room down a long hall; the slave quarters. And as quickly as that, Anee J'Hirra's life was flipped upside down, and forever altered.
Klatooine; Gorrga's Layer ~ 1378 - 1385 AHW[/color][/center]
Anee had been thrust into a world of violence, narcotics, murder, and pain. She was forced to speak basic on all occasions, and to learn Huttese, as Gorrga would speak nothing less. Though she was only five, she was given no special treatment, and in the kitchen she was responsible for the small tasks, and cleaning, things she couldn't really get hurt doing. She cried nearly non-stop for the first month, each night crying herself to sleep; and then one day, she stopped crying, as though she finally understood that this was her life.
The time past quickly for the child, she was always busy and hardly noticed the hours pass. Some days were longer than others, she never complained, or spoke, simply keeping to the tasks she was given, constantly afraid of the people she was surrounded by, who didn't seem to have a ounce of care for her life. She was alone, and nothing could change that; and with that notion she rationalized in her own little way, that no one was coming for her, and this was her new family. She was occasionally told to keep her head down and get back to her work, on occasion punished with no food or a quick lashing, but she understood that she could do nothing to stop these things form happening.
She never saw the sun in Gorrga's layer, so time was an unknown concept, she began to develop a system to tell when night would come so she could rest her tiny form; it was the only time she had any true peace. Time indeed flew past the little human. Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, and before she knew it two years had passed. Two full years, though she didn't know when her birthday truly was, it was lost to history. Though she didn't know how long had really passed, she was seven, and each day she grew another day closer to eight.
Anee kept her head down at all times, her mouth shut unless spoken to, and out of Gorrga's Arkanian servant's way lest he lash out with a kick, or shove her to the floor. His name was Reka Roth, and he despised the little human; disgusted by her being what he deemed a lesser species and a drain on the food supply and breathable air. If it weren't for Gorrga keeping her as a trophy he would have thrown her onto the street the first time he laid his pupil-less eyes on her. Indeed the Roth hated Anee for no reason, but the Hutt favored her; this was for many reasons, including that she had quickly learned her place and was taking to his language rather easily. The main reason [for him] was that she was a symbol of what his power could do; and all debts to him needed be paid, or else.
The human was picking up Huttese rather quickly, as it seemed she had a knack for languages. Though her Toydarian accent was still an obstacle for her basic, her Huttese was unaffected by it, and in fact she was becoming more fluent in both by the day. Being in the kitchen with a multi-species crew, basic was the way they all communicated, and anytime she was sent to give or retrieve a meal or order from Gorrga she was to speak Huttese. Some of the dancers had taken the child under their wings [of sorts], by trying to play a big sister or mother figure and teach her as much Huttese as they could before the child would fall asleep in the slave quarters.
Each day the child feared for her life. She had seen several slaves killed for no other reason than amusement, and never knew if she would be one of those slaves. It forced her to grow up quickly and for the years to pass quicker. Before she knew it shew as ten, she had steadily out grown clothes as her height increased, she was now nearly five feet tall. Even though she had known only slavery for years, her eyes still burned bright with wild independence.
The influence of the other slaves had worn off on her, however minutely it was; she had been told for years of the galaxy beyond the confines of Gorrga's layer, the fierce independence and wanderlust brought hope to the child, and she was told to foster this hope, as it would eventually lead her away from this place. Secretly she knew she would probably never leave, but the hope was enough to light her eyes and heart with a fire.
The slight malnourishment of slavery made its mark in her gaunt face, but it wasn't severe enough to really effect her. She functioned well enough, and to Roth's chagrin, she stayed on Gorrga's good side, even becoming fluent in Huttese and learning Twi'leki from the dancers. She was beginning to feel relatively safe as a slave, and found as time passed, she feared less and less for her life, as she obeyed the rules she was given to the letter; and never once tried to escape.
Twelve brought on new challenges. She was becoming a woman, and while she was still a child in some ways, she was beginning a more mature mode of thought and action. While her body began changing so to did her mind. She had begun developing a bit on an attitude toward Roth and any of his cronies, who she had come to loathe from years of mistreatment. She would launch psychological warfare with the Arkanian, who had always thought of himself as a superior being to most of this around him; Anee's quick wit would often wind her in a mess when-in punishment was inevitable.
While she was only twelve she was a very logical thinker. She knew four languages and spoke each nearly perfectly and would often speak briefly to Gorrga's guests while serving them beverages or food. She was a pretty girl, and her ability to hold intelligent conversations made her popular with some of the smugglers, who admired her spirit as well as worth to Gorrga. One such smuggler asked if she ever considered leaving, to which she replied, "I'd never think of it. This is home." Though in truth, she had considered it. Many times, late at night, but it was times like that which she recalled being told about her chip, and what would happen if she attempted to leave.
Roughly halfway through her twelfth year (no one was ever certain how old she truly was as no one knew her birth date), Gorrga had called Roth to his side, and instructed him to move Anee from the kitchen. He instructed him to take Gar Warra and Anee to Kora [Gorrga's favorite dancer], and to inform her that she was to teach the girls how to "properly entertain their master". Roth, displeased with his master's choices but too intelligent to question him, took the girls to the Twi'leki dancer and gave her the order to teach the girls.
Klatooine; Gorrga's Layer ~ 1385 - 1389 AHW[/color][/center]
Anee and Gar spent the next four years under Kora, learning the tricks of the trade. They were stretched, taught how to properly apply makeup, and more importantly than anything else, how to move in a way which would please Gorrga. Both were put on a strict diet and physical workout regiment. This was to ensure their bodies developed the way Gorrga would approve of. It was a success, and Kora had become a surrogate mother of sorts to the girls. It was around this time which Anee first was given cigarras, as a dietary aid from another dancer, starting a life long addiction to the dried weed. She was also branded as a slave, so that any one seeing her mark would know.
Anee's once partially malnourished form began to change and develop into an exceptional human specimen. Her body matured rather quickly for a human, entering puberty early in her twelvth year; starting a process which would take her from the pretty little girl, to the fully [physically] developed young woman by age fifteen. Gar was close behind, the two having grown close over the past three years. It was at this point that Roth deemed them both ready to dance for Gorrga, Kora disputed the decision, stating their age as the main reason, but Roth had no interest in their age; they were given dancer's outfits and sent to dance for Gorrga. The Hutt approved and it was done.
Little did Anee realize just how much better life had been while she worked in the kitchen. She was usually out of the reach of Roth's disdain, but now she was in full view and experiencing the brunt of it; any small mistake could mean death. She was often punished for no reason by the Arkanian, though she never once lifted a finger in self defense; she was smart in that sense, though her mouth was more often the cause of the majority of her problems. Roth could never quite keep up with the quick thinking human and her quicker mouth.
It was it this point which Roth devised the way with which he would finally win over the girl; he began making less that consensual conjugal visits each night, pulling Anee from the slaves quarters only to return her a short while later. At first this wrecked Anee and for months she was little more than a zombie, only throwing a performance face on when she was in front of Gorrga; this only brought Roth more pleasure, seeing her miserable. It wasn't until she overheard Roth speaking to one of the other high servants; the other servant told Roth he needed to watch his moves, because Anee was quickly becoming a favorite of Gorrga, and if she let on that Roth was damaging one of Gorrga's most prized possessions, that there would be hell to pay. It was this that made her exceptionally dangerous for Roth; Gorrga's fondness of her. As it turned out, Gorrga was more than just pleased with the physical development of the girl, he was more pleased that he had been right to pull her form the kitchen and make her a dancer; in a sense he felt pride in his decision.
One night when Roth came for her, she made a simple statement which caused Roth's plan to explode in his face; "You're in trouble, Roth." Her eyes flashed a quick smile, though her face remained still as stone, a slight curl at the corners of her mouth. Roth was confused for a moment, but quickly caught up, realizing that the girl had finally realized just how much she could do to Roth with a simple statement to Gorrga, and she had witnesses. The two made a quick deal; if he left her alone, and Gar, she would say nothing to anyone of the rape. He quickly agreed, knowing Gorrga didn't like his servants and slaves to co-mingle. In the past Gorrga had sentenced both parties to the dungeon, and even death.
Each day passed as the next had for the past four years, dancing by day, eating minimally, and sleeping as much as possible, but now [finally] without Roth's night time visits. The Arkanian had partially succeeded in his plan; though he would never know, Anee often had nightmares of the events, and would often cry herself to sleep. Roth didn't change much, though he was more careful as to how he acted out around her and Gorrga. It seemed as though Anee had finally gained a fine thread of control of her own life, a powerful drug, though with all drugs there is a crash.
Klatooine; Gorrga's Layer ~ 1389 AHW[/color][/center]
Anee was sixteen; for a slave she had more power than most could ever dream of. She was quickly becoming Gorrga's favorite dancer, and had Roth on a short leash; or so she believed. It seemed that Roth's sadistic attempt to break the girl's spirit only proved to make her more brazen. So long as Roth minded himself around the girl, and her closest friend Gar, she would keep her mouth shut and not mention what Roth had done.
Though Anee's power was quickly wearing on Roth, he could barely handle this base-line being sharing his air, much less keeping him in his own place. She was becoming to bold; he he hoped she would all but curl up and die, though that didn't seem to be the case at all. He wanted nothing more than to hurt this human, this slave which had gained power over him. His disdain for Anee had grown into a deep seeded hate; all that filled his mind were thoughts of how to harm the girl – how to break her, and [if possible] kill her. His nights and days were filled with nothing but dark thoughts, plans formulating and being crushed by realization that he could do nothing because of Gorrga's favor of the girl. He could never do anything to her... to her... the words echoed in his mind and finally clicked while he watched Anee dance for Gorrga. He could do nothing directly to Anee – but there was finally a way around that, something he had let slide for a long enough time, something he could exploit; and he knew exactly how.
It was around mid-afternoon one day; Anee had just finished dancing for Gorrga, he had a bounty hunter in this day, so she had been background entertainment for nearly the whole day, and Gorrga had finally taken her chain off to allow her a break as the business was done. She inhaled the bitter smoke from a cigarra, taking it deep into her lungs and blowing out the white smoke, reveling in the wave of comfort which the toxins within the smokable weed flooding through her tired muscles. Apparently the hunter had delivered bad news or something of the sort and put Gorrga in a foul mood, so Anee was happy for the reprieve. she noted how the smuggler had seemed completely indifferent to the huts mood; some Mandalorian, a human with a particularly sharp tongue – she figured he'd end up dead eventually, but sooner rather than later if he didn't watch his mouth.
She stood just out of the audience hall, finishing off the remains of the cigarra and using the embers from it to start another. Her hair was short at this point in her life, cut in a 'Bob' of sorts, and her eyes stood out against the dark lashes and liner. Her slave garb didn't leave much to the imagination, though covered enough of her beautiful lithe form, that she wasn't completely exposed.
She stood taking slow drags from the small cigarra staring at the floor, her eyes peered up from the floor just in time to see Roth depart the audience hall past the young slave girl and turn down the hall toward the kitchens. A moment later Kora exited the audience hall, alarm attempting to hide behind her orange irises. The two extended a greeting in Ryl, though Kora was far more interested in Roth returning was a human from the kitchen. A man by the name of Kai Band whom had been a dish boy in the kitchen when Anee was younger, now a cook. Roth past by Anee with a sneering grin and ordered Kora to follow. Anee threw the end of her cigarra on the floor and stomped it out; she followed the small group and stopped just around the threshold leaning on the wall watching the scene unfold.
Gorrga was on his "throne", as always, and Roth stood betwixt the dancer and the cook in front of the throne. He began by making his usual "mighty, esteemed, etc." and continued on for several minutes in Huttese before Gorrga prompted him to get on with his point, his mood deteriorating rapidly. It was then which Anee caught Roth's sideways glance at her and a smirk. With his arms open indicating both [the servant and the slave] Roth began by stating how generous Gorrga was with his servants, and there were only simple rules with which to abide. "...and still there are servants which can not seem to abide them. A cook should be in the kitchen where he is needed, and a slave..." he paused and looked back at Kora and them to Anee briefly. "...is lucky to have their air." He again indicated the two. "These are two such servants." Both were taken a-back as Gorrga grunted his own surprise. Kora stepped toward Roth placing on hand on his shoulder in an attempt to quiet him; though his response was the back of his hand. The force sent her sprawling to the floor in front of Gorrga. At the sight of this Kai let fly a blow of his own, landing it on Roth's left jaw. The Arkanian was turned about himself only to come back with a blow of his own, sending Kai sideways and to the ground next to Kora.
"What is the meaning of this?!" Gorrga's voice boomed in the audience hall. Roth wiped a small bead of crimson blood from his lip and snarled at Kai who was scooting toward Kora. The two looked at one another; making sure the other was alright, before they stood back up, ready for what ever would come next.
"A matter most distressing has come to my recent attention." He lied; he had known of Kora and Kai for near three years, though said nothing, as he had no reason to ruin them. "These two have been consorting for quite some time, which is prohibited, as your greatness has displayed multiple times." this was followed by Gorrga grunting and growled with displeasure, as he began ranting in Huttese.
"With what proof, Roth?!" Anee could hold back no longer; she burst from her vantage from the threshold. She rushed to the right of Gorrga's throne, shouting to the Hutt. "I have witnesses that will say that this wermo, Roth, has –on multiple occasions– taken me and 'consorted' with out my consent!" She blurted in Huttese with one breath; though unexpectedly, after she heard her own words, her eyes filled with tears and she collapsed in a ball holding her stomach sobbing. Finally saying it brought her whole foundation of emotional stability crashing beneath her.
Gorrga hardly could keep up with what was being said by both, but before he could get a word out, the unfazed Roth piped up. "Ha! As though I would lower myself to so much as touching you, slave."And just like that–his dangerously level voice completely dismissed Anee's charge. Mighty Gorrga," He looked back from the sobbing human. "this slave is clearly attempting to spare her friends of their punishment, a pathetic attempt at that."
"It is no lie, Roth!" Kora cared too much for Anee, who had clearly put everything on the line for her. "You have taken her too many times for me to count." Kora stepped in front of Roth, next to Kai, the two standing between Roth and Gorrga. "Mighty Gorrga, your own servants will tell you that thi–" A blaster was heard, followed only by the sound of Kora's lifeless form hitting the ground, the same repeated again and Kai's limp body landed next to that of Kora's. When Kora stepped in front of Roth the Arkanian had produced a blaster from the folds of his tunic; sneering as their bodies fell.
"Roth! What is the meaning of this?" Gorrga's voice boomed, he shook with anger as he stared at the image. "You are not an executioner, you are a servant, little better than them!" Roth chuckled as he watched Anee staring at the body of her one-time teacher. Her sobbing had stopped, replaced by a blank stare. The whole audience hall was silenced by the events. Roth bowed low and extended his apology to Gorrga, who sighed with displeasure. The large Hutt gestured with his hand toward two Klatooinian guards, both armed with axes. "Take her back to the slave quarters, I must contemplate a punishment for you, Roth." He growled angrily in regards to his "humble servant".
The Klatooinians lifted Anee from her dazed state, though what happened next no one could have foreseen. Anee spun about snatching the large axe from the Klatooinian to her right, shaking the hold of the Klatooinian on her left. She shot forward, nearly losing her footing and her grip of the weapon. With a scream of pure hate and pain she made Gorrga's ruling for him. The head of the sharp axe buried into Roth's back. The shriek of pain echoed and mingled with the gasps of those spectating, including Gorrga who was ordering his guards to retrieve Anee; the thin girl pulled the axe free only to bury it once more in Roth's back, the Arkanian collapsed to the floor. As black, make-up filled tears streamed down her face Anee pulled the axe free and hefted it above her head, ready for another hack at the mortally wounded body of her worst enemy. The axe was ripped from her hands by a reluctant Nikto, though that didn't stop her; she proceeded to kick the dieing Arkanian until the same Nikto and the two Klatooinian guards were able to drag her away. "Take her to the dungeon!" Gorrga's thundering voice shook the room as the girl was being dragged from room by the three guards, each watching her limbs as to not catch any of her flailing movements.
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Anee was thrown into a small cell in Gorrga's dungeon. A place with no warmth, a place to be forgotten, a place to slowly decay into less than an memory and fade into nothingness. Though she was too numb to care. Even in death Roth had succeeded; Anee was a broken hollowed shell. Though she was shattered, no tears could come, she simply curled into a ball huddled in the far corner of her cell. The cell was an empty square room, with a single door on one end and a thick stone wall on the other; the door had only two holes, one on the floor, and one at head height.
For the first few weeks, food [if you could call it food] was brought once a day; it was no more than a thick slop and water. Gorrga had found a suitable replacement for Reka Roth, and thus decided that Anee J'Hirra was to be left in the dungeon until she expired. As easily as that she had been forgotten, just a matter of weeks. Though she didn't expect anything different. She was expendable, a slave, entertainment and nothing more. It wasn't long after she was condemned to waste away, that food stopped coming every day; it would turn up every couple of days, maybe twice a week at most., and for months it carried on like this. Gar would stop down when she could, having an arrangement with the dungeon master, she brought Anee extra food, though around the seventh month Gar stopped coming, and Anee was completely alone.
She stopped counting time, often simply reasoning that it didn't matter how long she stayed alive, as eventually she knew she would give up. She craved the cigarras which she had become so reliant on to relieve her of the stress and pains of hunger, each day the craving growing until it became a dull ache in the back of her mind. Her features began suffering from the extreme malnourishment; her eyes began to recede slightly into their sockets, her cheeks became more gaunt allowing her high cheek bones to protrude, even her hair had dropped shades from its usual obsidian color. Her whole form had suffered, as well as he mental state. The at the beginning guards would often taunt her, though she was too weak to respond in any way, but by the nine month mark, they too had forgotten about her; only the young servant girl who would deliver her slop once a week remembered her, and solely because of the burden which it caused her.
A year passed, and nothing had changed for Anee. The guards stopped checking on her months ago, most of them figured the cell was empty, figuring one of the other had smelled the death, and disposed of her, though the child continued to come and deliver food. Anee stayed huddled a corner next to the door , for the heat which the large matal wall gave off, and because it was close enough to the door that she wouldn't have to move far when the food would come. She kept the small cup of water close by, rationing it as to not go days with out its life giving properties. She would often attempt to stand and walk about her cell, though she would never get very far, around the cell once, then settle back in her place; the one thing which kept her up and about was the waste hatch being on the opposite corner as her, so she would have to get up from time to time.
She was prepared to die in the small hole she had come to accept as her final resting place. She was seventeen, and her life was drawing to a quick close; at the rate she was deteriorating she had no more than months left. Though it seemed fate had a different idea for the young human, as one day, she another was thrust into her cell.
Klatooine; Gorrga's Layer ~ 1390 - 1391 AHW[/color][/center]
"This one's empty!" The deep voice echoed slightly inside the cell, Anee was huddled in her usual corner out of site from the outside. "Throw him in here!" The voice was vaguely familiar, a human guard. 'It is empty...' she thought in agreement to the comment. A moment later a young man was throw into the cell, landing hard on his front. He stood and turned about attempting to make a run for the door, which slammed shut. The young man began swearing in a language which Anee was unfamiliar with, though she had heard once before from a bounty hunter.
The man spat out the hole in the top of the door, in complete vein as there was no one on the other side. The young man was roughed up, a gouge over his right brow allowed the blood to trickle down his cheek, his other eye was already bruising over and had quite swollen. Anee simply watched at he pounded on the door screaming in his native language of Mando'a. Her voice didn't come at first when she tried to speak, it had been many days since she had said anything, though as she tried again, a dry yet smooth voice flowed from her pale lips. "They're gone..." She coughed at the strain her voice put on her vocal cords. "They wont be back for some time. again the voice hoarse as the word came out and again she coughed.
She had taken the man by surprise, though his reaction didn't show, He simply turned his head form his leaning position on the door, to look at the pitiful skeletal figure huddled in the darkest corner of a twelve by twelve cell. He shook his head as he moved from the door to the wall opposite Anee, dragging his feet and holding his right rib as he did so. He sat and chuckled to himself before swearing again. "A slave." he said between chuckles. "Now I'm locked up with a slave." He was clad in only under-gear, and boots, all other armor and weapons had been stripped from him.
The two sat for days with no conversation, he was supplied a bowl of slop each day and water, though the fact that Anee was given nothing did not escape his notice. Her food came one day, and the two shared a silent meal, Anee devouring hers like a starved dog, though sipping at her water. The young Mandalorian simply watched as he slowly at his tasteless slop. "It's not going anywhere." He chuckled, but was met with no response from Anee. The swelling on his eye was nearly gone, revealing a wild green iris to match his other. He stood from the spot he had become accustomed to sitting in, and walked over to Anee, who eyed him carefully. He placed his slop in front of her and turned about himself, walking back to his place. He leaned his back on the wall and slid down to his seat once more.
He watched the girl quickly grab his bowl and set to work at it as she finished hers. He smiled briefly and grunted as he shifted reaching into his right boot, producing a round metal tube. He unscrewed the top and shook a single white paper cylinder. Anee froze as he produced a small torch from the same tube. He held the white cylinder to his lips and went about lighting it, breathing deeply and resting his head against the wall as he allowed the smoke from from his lungs. Anee hadn't seen a cigarra in over a year. The Mandalorian looked back down, not hearing the scraping of the spoon on the small clay slop bowl. He held the cigarra to his lips once more and breathed, watching Anee follow his hand. "Do you want one?" He shook the metal tube at Anee.
Before he realized it, the girl was up and in front of him, snagging the little torch and a cigarra from the tube. He watched her shuffle beck to her corner on all fours and light the cigarra. Upon her first puff she erupted in a fit of coughing, though it didn't stop her from taking a second drag, this time much smoother. "I haven't had one of these in over a year..." she said feeling the chemicals of the dried weed flow through her body, making her head slightly light. She peered across at the man, who had finally gotten a decent look at his cell mate. He took another drag from his own, and nodded.
"How often do they come down here? He questioned the young woman, who chuckled before taking another drag, resting the back of her head in the corner. She looked back at him with her bright sapphire eyes.
"For the moment,", he voice was clearing, becoming less hoarse as she sipped water and took another drag from the cigarra. "Only to feed us. They check us at night...sometimes..." She sat up a bit more and laid her cup of water down, grabbing the slop once more and beginning to eat it with her cigarra gripped between her middle and forefinger.
The Mandalorian simply nodded. "The name's, Bett. Bett Gantori." He smiled at the girl. He couldn't tell how old she was, but figured himself to be older. He had wild green eyes and dark mahogany hair. His face was covered in stuble, though Anee was sure he kept it shaven when he could.
"Anee J'Hirra." Anee's voice stated as smoke streamed from her mouth. He looked over to the Mandalorian looking back at her. "You know we're gonna die down here, right? This is were people are forgotten." She stated grimly. Bett, nodded.
"We'll see." He said with a smile, taking another drag from the cigarra. He tilted his head from left to right, popping both sides with loud cracks.
Anee took another bite from the lukewarm slop he had given her, and an drag from the cigarra. She looked back, and for the first time in over a year, she smiled back. "Well, just the same." Her voice now completely clear, revealing it's beautifully smooth tone. "Thank you." Bett merely nodded, and a friendship was forged.
{Continued Below}
Alias (only known as): Zero Gantori
Race: Human
Age: 26
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 118
Birth place: Coruscant
Appearance: Long elegant sheets of obsidian colored hair flow from her head (when allowed down) to the tips of her elegant shoulder blades, countered by the porcelain white tone of her warm skin. Her body is lithe and supple, yet strong. She is of a slender built, that is not to say she lacks the curvaceousness her gender offers (which she indeed displays). Her legs are long, and torso and arms proportionately sized. She is not overly busty, but she does proportionately full endowment. Long delicate fingers with short, well kept nails, complete the sleek lines of her arms.
She nearly always keeps her hair down, though for hotter climates she often keeps it twisted into a high bun; all but two long bangs, one on either side of her face, framing it. Her skin is surprisingly blemish free, soft with just a bit of natural rose on her cheek bones and lips; lips which curved in a movement representative of a bow, and as perfectly soft looking as they were dangerously curved on each corner. Her nose is somewhat small, and slightly pointed upward at the tip, not too high, just enough to add an elegant lift her soft features. On either ear she wore three piercings; one on either lobe, one close to the tip, and one on the cartilage over her left ear-hole and her right ear has a small triangular split in it mid-way. Her chin comes to an attractive curve leading into her soft jaw line, framing a beautifully narrow neck.
Her eyes have an exotic almond shape, and were by most standards big – in an attractive way. Long black eyelashes and thick black liner seem to always give her a smokey look. Wild emerald irises seemed to jump from the smokiness, and when light hits them they seem to illuminate; they were sapphire, once upon a time, a change made by enhanced lenses surgically implanted for greater vision, as well as another surgery to change their color. She has been branded with the image of a small eightpoint star on the back of her left shoulder blade.
Her usual attire is that of stealth; she keeps other outfits for arid or cold conditions.
Most often seen in:
Two black leather boots buckle on the outsides; they run from ankle to knee and hide a sheathed boot knife. A black [form fitting] full body, poly-fiber, suit covers her supple form, from foot to full neck; it ends in a three quarter length sleeve. Her hands and forearms are covered by elbow length leather gloves which buckle on the underside of either wrist. A black utility belt drapes low on her hips where she keeps dual M-680 blasters [holstered on either side] and a small torch for lighting her cigarras [which are also kept in a small pouch on the belt].
Armor:
Her front torso is covered by several thin beskar plates, over lapping for complete mobility with any way her body curves or bends. The plates are smaller pieces of on solid piece which used to comprise a full set of torso armor. It is designed to cover from collar bone, to lower abdominal, following her body lines and wrapping around her sides; it straps in place by several straps, which attach to a small octagonal piece of beskar that centers between her shoulder blades, and extends slightly down toward the middle of her back. This piece of beskar extends up to cover the back of her neck.
On top of the gloves she wears a modified piece of thin beskar, which has been formed to cover nearly all of her forearm; starting at the elbow and ending at the wrist where another smaller plate covers the top of the hand. Thin beskar also covers over the front of her shins and her foot, and slightly thicker pieces of beskar make-up knee guards.
She wears a triangular respirator over her mouth and nose, whenever on a job or meeting "clients"; it wraps around the back of her head, buckling under her hair. It's has two small oxygen cartridges concealed on either bottom corner, for breath underwater, and converts nearly any atmosphere to breathable air.
Personality: Cruel, calculating, predatory, and savage; all base characteristics which make up the disconnected and cold personality of this young human. Brought on by a lifetime which has given her a complete disregard for most life, because of this she keeps to herself as all lone wolves do, working thusly unless there is notable gain to be had on her part.
Her demeanor is cold, particularly toward men, and she has complete disdain for the Jedi, as her lover was killed by one. Her voice always seductively level and venomous. [Due to the mixture of languages she speaks and accents which she has been exposed to, her own accent mirrors that of an Irish accent in our world]. Her eyes (while gloriously vivid) dangerously keen, and her intuition and intelligence neigh unmatched; as is her cruelty and ruthlessness. She is not above using her physically attractive features as a tool; much like a fly trap. A predator she is; as much an animal as she is human. She tends to have a soft spot toward children and slaves, again because of her violent past, and has been known to defend at even the slightest aggression toward one of said parties.
She cares little of her own life, much less that of the others around her, which makes her exceptionally dangerous as she will often take more dangerous jobs and intentionally put herself in life threatening situations. She has a reputation amongst her competitors and piers for being utterly insane. She is also helplessly [it seems] addicted to cigarras, and can quite often be seen with one hanging from her lips or between her fingers.
Profession: Bounty Hunter
Skills: Zero has developed a fighting style all her own, it is born of necessity and has roots in Mandalorian hand to hand; it is of an offensive nature. She rarely utilizes it as most of her work is done from a distance. She has neigh unmatched accuracy with short and long-range weapons alike. She speaks [fluently] several languages (aside from GBS): Huttese, Ryl, Mando'a and Toydarian, she also understands some Rodian. She is flexible and an exceptional dancer, due to her younger years as a slave, and utilizes this flexibility on many jobs.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: +++ - - - - - - - 3
Intelligence: +++++++ - - - 7
Speed: ++++++ - - - - 6
Leadership: + - - - - - - - - - 1
Unarmed: + - - - - - - - - - 2
Melee Weapons: +++ - - - - - - - 3
Ranged Weapons: +++++++ - - - 7
Alignment: -2
Ship Name:
Dioltas I: It is an SF-499 Medium Freighter, formerly commandeered by her Mandalorian partner and lover, and taken over by her. It has been altered with a modified cargo hold to be an armory and living quarters, as well as a holding tank, for her marks.
Bio:
The following is the history of Anee J'Hirra, better known as Zero Gantori, the bounty hunter
The Birth of Annie J'hirra
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The screams of labor echoed through the halls of the small pawn shop; coupled with the panting and groans of pain, and directions given gruffly by a feminine Toydarian voice. The woman was young, no older than seventeen, a worker in the shop she was now giving birth in. And the gruff Toydarian voice: the owners wife and girl's midwife. Both were clearly worried, for separate reasons. The girl worried for her child's safe delivery, but the Toydarian midwife worried for the girl's life.
Though the Toydarian was not used to delivering human offspring, the amount of blood did not seem natural, nor did the increasingly pale look of the young mother. Never-the-less, she issued orders to breathe in her native language; watching for the crown. The blood didn't seem to stop, even as the child began to crown and soon make her way into the world. The young mother never seemed to stop pushing, until the child was finally pulled free. The Toydarian mid-wife quickly went about cleaning the child and and clearing the baby's eyes, throat, and nose, and cutting her cord.
The severity of the young mother's situation became more clear as she attempted a smile, only to convulse slightly in pain with a weak cough, her color was nearly all pale, and her sapphire eyes had begun to be covered by drooping lids, even her dry lips began looking white. Realization hit the Toydarian woman, the blood was not natural, and by now it was far too late for her do anything, what was happening was irreversible. The fluttering of Toydarian wings brought the wrapped baby to her mother's chest.
Two sets of dazzling sapphire eyes met for the first time; a small yawn from the infant and a slow blink made the young mother smile, as tears filled her eyes. "What will you name her?" The Toydarian words seemed to come less gruffly than before, more sorrowful and heart filled; a lump growing in the Toydarian's throat at the sight of the dieing mother. An obstetrical hemorrhage had caused the loss of too much blood into the abdominal cavity as well as the birth canal, and slowly the young mother was bleeding to death.
Through a dry throat and cracked lips, one word was uttered as a weak finger traced the infant's cheek. "Annie" Her voice squeaked out. The child and mother shared a total of ten minutes together, at the end of which those two pairs of vivid colored eyes met for the last time, and the only kiss from a mother to a daughter was given. One last breath, and the infant's scream could be heard as the beating of the heart she had listened to so intently for nine months finally ceased it's rhythmic tune.
The fluttering of the Toydarian wings receded from the room after collecting the crying infant, and covering the mother's body, tears flowing as she thought about what to do with the orphaned child. The father had abandoned the girl shortly after she had informed him of the pregnancy, leaving the planet on a transport, leaving her with no one save her Toydarian employers to turn to; And now, the same was true with her child. She was nothing more than an infant with a name.
Toydarian Parents
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The purple skined Toydarian went by the name of Turga Betto, and her husband Vel Betto, were the only thing the child had in the universe, so the two took on the responsibility with great excitement; seeing as they themselves were advancing in age and any off-spring of their own was nearly completely out of the question.
Vel was a relatively typical looking Toydarian male: his skin tone was blue-ish gray, his tusks slightly shorter than average, he had a slightly narrower frame than average and longer wings. He was nearly always seen with a nice vest, and kilt-like leather skirt. Turga had softer features [for a Toydarian]. She typically wore bright green eye shadow to accent her own green irises, though her garb was as simple as a floral robe which tied above her gaseous belly.
Anee was parented by the two Toydarians, where she was cared for as though she were their own. They spoke to her in their language, fed her their food, and supplied her with clothing. Each day she would grow, absorbing the stimuli of the little pawn shop. Vel would often make her toys from some of the items he'd scrap, and buy her things when he wasn't in debt.
Vel had a terrible addiction to gambling, and was often in and out of various pockets around the Coruscanti slums; though any time he'd hit big he'd bring something back to spoil Turga and Anee, often spending more than necessary to "make it up to them", for the money he had lost in days prior.
Luckily for Vel, none of his debtors really ever did anything too drastic. The occasional roughing up, or more expensive items taken as payment, but really never anything serious; only two death threats ever, but luckily for him, those debtors were in debt to some quicker acting debtors. He considered himself lucky, and always tried to keep any violence from Anee, though it did sometimes spill into her view.
For all intensive purposes Anee's life was normal. By the time she was four she could speak Toydarian as well as GBS, her guardian's deemed it necessary for a human to know the basic language of the galaxy. While they still spoke to one another in Toydarian, she was as fluent in Basic as any child her age, with the exception of a broken accent and a few words here or there. She was incredibly intelligent, and soaked up any knowledge her guardians would throw at her, she took quickly to anything she was taught; Vel even taught her basic arithmetic by counting credits in the back of the shop.
For Anee J'Hirra, life was easy, as it should be for a child. However one day, unbeknownst to her and Turga, a very poor business deal was made by Vel; one which would effect the small family, but no one more specifically (or extremely) than Anee.
Debt Paid
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Late evening always brought sound from the city outside. The slight sound of speeders whooshing and buzzing by could be heard echoing through the shop to the small domiciles in the back. The occasional speeder chase could be heard whizzing by the, the sound of blaster shots or of a wrecking speeder were commonplace sounds echoing through the catwalks which connected the lower level buildings. The Coruscanti sun never quite hit their little patch of real-estate due to the large buildings blocking it; so their sunsets weren't anything to be admired, the ground took a slight orange tone, but was more dark than anything else.
Vel had closed the shop early, as he did on the same day every week. He seemed to be slightly calmer than he had been for the past few weeks. Turga was plating some three portions of a soup she had been working on all day, and Anee was playing with a small scrap metal space-fighter Vel had recently constructed for her. As the last dull rays of the setting sun began to fade into darkness, the three found themselves seated at a make-shift table; a basic piece of inch thick durasteel, held by four cylindrical legs welded into place.
The three would sit night after night in these same spots, eating what ever Turga could threw together. Their conversations were rarely if ever about anything important, usually small talk, as the three were around each other from sun up until sundown. Turga spent her days taking care of Anee and cooking, teaching her anything she could as the child was a sponge for knowledge. Vel would tease Anee who would mimic nearly anything he did to the best of her abilities. The child would speak basic while at the table, as Turga had instructed her; a curious sound, a human child with Toydarian accented basic.
Though few knew the child existed, those who did found her to be a fascinating specimen. Her pitch colored hair and vivid sapphire eyes seemed to leap from her pale skin. She was by no means an average human child. Her personality had yet to truly develop, but she had taken on a certain amount of both of her "parent's" attributes; Vel's quick wit and personable nature, and Turga's kindness. Though often times she would display characteristics she had developed herself; a staunch independence and desire to do her own thinking. She was indeed an interesting child.
The sun-set orange tone was beginning to fully fade into the neon colors of the slums. Vel had been on edge for the past week, though when Turga asked, he merely said it was because of some "off world news", and promptly dropped the subject. Usually this day would have been Vel's gambling day, though to Turga's surprise he decided to stay in, an odd occurrence, but a welcome surprise non-the-less. Turga had also noticed that he hadn't been out gambling in some time, a fact which she welcomed with no questions, as to not urge him toward it.
As the three dove into their bowls it was easy to see that Vel was somewhat preoccupied. Turga began questioning him about how distant he was, and why he had been acting so strange. She wouldn't take "off world news" as an excuse any longer; she hated arguing in front of Anee, but there were times when she had no choice. Though her questions would go vastly unanswered or vaguly answered, all the while Vel continously attempted to change the subject. Sadly he would never truly get the opportunity to fully explain. Three loud bangs followed by the sound of the shop door giving way and smashing in echoed through the domicile halls.
Vel's eyes widened as fear gripped him, Turga's worried voice demanded Vel answer her questions, but the male Toydarian was quickly buzzing to a nearby shelf to a small metalic box, which he opened to produce a small holdout blaster. He quickly ordered Turga to hide Anee in her room, though for a brief moment Turga was cemented in place. The sound of the intruders calling Vel's name sent Turga quickly buzzing to Anee and pulling her by her tiny arm toward her room. Turga pushed a button closing the door behind her and buzzed back to Vel, who was hovering with the blaster in hand resting at his right side.
Anee could hear portions of the conversation taking place in the next room. It was all spoken in basic though she could distinctly make out five unknown voices. She stood alone in the room as the volume of the voices escalated along with the aggression; her small form began backing toward the little cot situated across from the door. Her heart began beating faster and faster, racing as she heard the sounds of crashing from the next room. She closed her eyes as she climbed onto the bed and curled into a little ball. Her tiny voice began reciting a lullaby Turga would often sing to her; the sound was barely above a whisper and she attempted to take her mind somewhere else. She had been around when Vel was roughed up twice before, and the memory seemed to repeat itself in her head. She was beginning to rock back and forth as the voices began to rise, her tiny hands made their way to her little ears. She was singing softly to herself, drowning out the sounds from the next room, and then the sound of the Durasteel table smashing to the ground sent a wave of fear through the child and her little voice lept from her with the shrillest of shrieks.
Immediately the voices in the next room quieted and were followed by a bit of shuffling and Vel's voice issuing excuses for the scream; attempting to say it was a neighbor was a bit far fetched at this point but it didn't stop him. The sound of footsteps could be heard approaching the door, and then the sound of a blaster firing and a thump, more shouting, and Turga's voice shouting at Vel, and a second blaster shot followed by yelp of pain from Vel.
The small metal door leading into Anee's quarters slid up and open revealing a large Herglic on the other side. Anee still sat curled on her cot as the Herglic stepped aside and made a comment about a hidden slave and small passage ways; he was replaced by a Duros male, dressed in an interestingly designed brown leather vest which extended to just below his knees, he had brown pants tucked into brown boots, with a white shirt tucked into them. He nodded and stepped into the room. Turga's voice broke through the chatter between the four remaining intruders, who had pushed aside the body of their fallen comrade.
"She's no slave!" Her cry arose as the Duros began carrying Anee from the room. Her wings fluttered to life as she rose form Vel's side, he attempted to flutter along side his wife, but the blaster hole through his wing stopped him from raising from the ground. The Duros handed the child off to Herglic whose large hand wrapped around the girl. The room was full with the Herglic and the Duros, so the other two intruders stood ready in the hall.
"She looks like a slave to me." The Duros' voice stated with a hint of humor, though no sooner had the words left his lips the little human shouted out to Turga in Toydarian. The Duros' eyes widened as the smile curled upon his narrow lips. "She looks just like a slave to me," he chuckled as the words exited his mouth. "Gorga will be pleased with this payment."
Turga shot forward in an attempt to grab Vel's fallen blaster, unable to hold back her motherly instinct, though she was not fast enough. The Rodian in the hall was faster, and Turga's lifeless form slide to the feet of the Duros. Vel's agonized cry echoed through the halls, acompanied by Anee's shrill shriek. The Duros simply chuckled and waved his hand as a sign for his group to move out. He smiled at Vel who was walking to Turga's lifeless side, as his wing was too injured to allow for flight. His sobbing voice kept muttering her name as he slumped over her cradling her head.
"Looks like your luck's finally run its course, Vel." The Duros' voice cut in as the two stood alone in the small dining area.
"Bring my Anee back, Zung!" His voice erupted from between sobs.
"She's Gorrga's Anee now..." Zung simply turned on his heal, leaving Vel. He ventured out into the now neon colored walks of the Coruscanti slums. The three other members of his crew were climbing into their hovering ship, with Anee's screams muffled by the distant sounds of speeders.
A blaster bolt flew by Zung's head and found a mark in the middle of the Rodian's back forcing him face first and lifeless onto the walk way. Zung spun about with his own blaster and began firing back at the flightless Toydarian standing in the broken doorway of his pawn shop firing a holdout blaster. Though the effort was futile; under the cover fire of Zung, the large Herglic carrying Anee, lept into the large hold of the ship's belly, followed by the Nikto, who was followed by Zung. As quickly as they had entered the ship, they were gone, with Anee in their hold, and Vel alone firing into the growing Coruscanti night.
Anee huddled in the corner of the holding tank. Her sobbing and frightened form rocked back and forth as her mouth moved, beginning to sing the same Toydarian lullaby she had been lulled to sleep so with many times before; though comfort never came, as her kidnappers exited the hold, she was left alone.
Hours passed slowly and eventually the small human passed out with tear stained cheeks. She was unaware of the Herglic, even as he lifted her tiny form from the holding tank. She was woken as the sound of music hit her tiny ears. It was loud and the lighting was dark. The air was thick with smoke and foul smells, which turned the child's stomach. Her whole body fit into the Herglic's hand, so struggle was pointless, but the sounds of her silent sobbing gave testament to her fear. She was being carried through the halls of a building, though where she was, or what was happening was lost on her. While the Herglic was strong and holding the humans child firmly, he attempted to make it more comfortable for her, and was careful not to hold too tightly.
Her abductors came to a stop as an Arkanian male made his way in to another room. Anee heard the three quickly exchange a quick smile and heard the Nikto make a comment about a three way split. She didn't understand what it meant, and it didn't matter to her, all that mattered to her was knowing where she was. The chance to ask never arose as the Arkanian who had disappeared a moment before, reappeared and gestured for them to follow. She was carried into a room where the Duros was speaking in a foreign language to a Hutt as he walked. Anee had never seen a Hutt before, so the sight was both terrifying and amazing.
Zung spoke quickly in the strange tongue, and the Hutt responded with a deep masculine voice. It was at this point that Zung made some motions with his hands as though he were relaying the story of the small shoot out, as well as a motion toward the girl in the Herglic's hand. The Hutt chuckled deeply and nodded as he moved his right hand in a gesture to the Arkanian; who moved toward the Herglic as he was setting the girl down on her feet.
The Arkanian was tall, nearly seven feet, had long white hair, white eyes lacking a pupil, pale skin, and an extra finger on either clawed hand. His left eye had a scar running from brow, through down to the base of his jaw. He flashed a snarl at the child, which made her sink back slightly as a wave of fear ran through her. Zung and the Hutt, who was identified as Gorrga, spoke briefly, and both nodded their approval at something. Anee found herself being lead away from the Herglic, and toward the Hutt; the two conversed momentarily, and Gorrga motioned for the Arkanian to take the girl away. The Arkanian nodded and lead the girl off to be chipped and assigned to a job.
The whole event was a blur to the child, and the only thing she could comprehend as she was being chipped was that she was not going home, and her parents wouldn't be there in the morning. She was chipped in the back of her neck, and taken to the kitchen, where she was showed to the cook, and told to do any tasks she was given, lest she be punished. And then she was taken to a small room down a long hall; the slave quarters. And as quickly as that, Anee J'Hirra's life was flipped upside down, and forever altered.
Seven Years Later
[/color][/i]Klatooine; Gorrga's Layer ~ 1378 - 1385 AHW[/color][/center]
Anee had been thrust into a world of violence, narcotics, murder, and pain. She was forced to speak basic on all occasions, and to learn Huttese, as Gorrga would speak nothing less. Though she was only five, she was given no special treatment, and in the kitchen she was responsible for the small tasks, and cleaning, things she couldn't really get hurt doing. She cried nearly non-stop for the first month, each night crying herself to sleep; and then one day, she stopped crying, as though she finally understood that this was her life.
The time past quickly for the child, she was always busy and hardly noticed the hours pass. Some days were longer than others, she never complained, or spoke, simply keeping to the tasks she was given, constantly afraid of the people she was surrounded by, who didn't seem to have a ounce of care for her life. She was alone, and nothing could change that; and with that notion she rationalized in her own little way, that no one was coming for her, and this was her new family. She was occasionally told to keep her head down and get back to her work, on occasion punished with no food or a quick lashing, but she understood that she could do nothing to stop these things form happening.
She never saw the sun in Gorrga's layer, so time was an unknown concept, she began to develop a system to tell when night would come so she could rest her tiny form; it was the only time she had any true peace. Time indeed flew past the little human. Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, and before she knew it two years had passed. Two full years, though she didn't know when her birthday truly was, it was lost to history. Though she didn't know how long had really passed, she was seven, and each day she grew another day closer to eight.
Anee kept her head down at all times, her mouth shut unless spoken to, and out of Gorrga's Arkanian servant's way lest he lash out with a kick, or shove her to the floor. His name was Reka Roth, and he despised the little human; disgusted by her being what he deemed a lesser species and a drain on the food supply and breathable air. If it weren't for Gorrga keeping her as a trophy he would have thrown her onto the street the first time he laid his pupil-less eyes on her. Indeed the Roth hated Anee for no reason, but the Hutt favored her; this was for many reasons, including that she had quickly learned her place and was taking to his language rather easily. The main reason [for him] was that she was a symbol of what his power could do; and all debts to him needed be paid, or else.
The human was picking up Huttese rather quickly, as it seemed she had a knack for languages. Though her Toydarian accent was still an obstacle for her basic, her Huttese was unaffected by it, and in fact she was becoming more fluent in both by the day. Being in the kitchen with a multi-species crew, basic was the way they all communicated, and anytime she was sent to give or retrieve a meal or order from Gorrga she was to speak Huttese. Some of the dancers had taken the child under their wings [of sorts], by trying to play a big sister or mother figure and teach her as much Huttese as they could before the child would fall asleep in the slave quarters.
Each day the child feared for her life. She had seen several slaves killed for no other reason than amusement, and never knew if she would be one of those slaves. It forced her to grow up quickly and for the years to pass quicker. Before she knew it shew as ten, she had steadily out grown clothes as her height increased, she was now nearly five feet tall. Even though she had known only slavery for years, her eyes still burned bright with wild independence.
The influence of the other slaves had worn off on her, however minutely it was; she had been told for years of the galaxy beyond the confines of Gorrga's layer, the fierce independence and wanderlust brought hope to the child, and she was told to foster this hope, as it would eventually lead her away from this place. Secretly she knew she would probably never leave, but the hope was enough to light her eyes and heart with a fire.
The slight malnourishment of slavery made its mark in her gaunt face, but it wasn't severe enough to really effect her. She functioned well enough, and to Roth's chagrin, she stayed on Gorrga's good side, even becoming fluent in Huttese and learning Twi'leki from the dancers. She was beginning to feel relatively safe as a slave, and found as time passed, she feared less and less for her life, as she obeyed the rules she was given to the letter; and never once tried to escape.
Twelve brought on new challenges. She was becoming a woman, and while she was still a child in some ways, she was beginning a more mature mode of thought and action. While her body began changing so to did her mind. She had begun developing a bit on an attitude toward Roth and any of his cronies, who she had come to loathe from years of mistreatment. She would launch psychological warfare with the Arkanian, who had always thought of himself as a superior being to most of this around him; Anee's quick wit would often wind her in a mess when-in punishment was inevitable.
While she was only twelve she was a very logical thinker. She knew four languages and spoke each nearly perfectly and would often speak briefly to Gorrga's guests while serving them beverages or food. She was a pretty girl, and her ability to hold intelligent conversations made her popular with some of the smugglers, who admired her spirit as well as worth to Gorrga. One such smuggler asked if she ever considered leaving, to which she replied, "I'd never think of it. This is home." Though in truth, she had considered it. Many times, late at night, but it was times like that which she recalled being told about her chip, and what would happen if she attempted to leave.
Roughly halfway through her twelfth year (no one was ever certain how old she truly was as no one knew her birth date), Gorrga had called Roth to his side, and instructed him to move Anee from the kitchen. He instructed him to take Gar Warra and Anee to Kora [Gorrga's favorite dancer], and to inform her that she was to teach the girls how to "properly entertain their master". Roth, displeased with his master's choices but too intelligent to question him, took the girls to the Twi'leki dancer and gave her the order to teach the girls.
Dancers Life
[/color][/i]Klatooine; Gorrga's Layer ~ 1385 - 1389 AHW[/color][/center]
Anee and Gar spent the next four years under Kora, learning the tricks of the trade. They were stretched, taught how to properly apply makeup, and more importantly than anything else, how to move in a way which would please Gorrga. Both were put on a strict diet and physical workout regiment. This was to ensure their bodies developed the way Gorrga would approve of. It was a success, and Kora had become a surrogate mother of sorts to the girls. It was around this time which Anee first was given cigarras, as a dietary aid from another dancer, starting a life long addiction to the dried weed. She was also branded as a slave, so that any one seeing her mark would know.
Anee's once partially malnourished form began to change and develop into an exceptional human specimen. Her body matured rather quickly for a human, entering puberty early in her twelvth year; starting a process which would take her from the pretty little girl, to the fully [physically] developed young woman by age fifteen. Gar was close behind, the two having grown close over the past three years. It was at this point that Roth deemed them both ready to dance for Gorrga, Kora disputed the decision, stating their age as the main reason, but Roth had no interest in their age; they were given dancer's outfits and sent to dance for Gorrga. The Hutt approved and it was done.
Little did Anee realize just how much better life had been while she worked in the kitchen. She was usually out of the reach of Roth's disdain, but now she was in full view and experiencing the brunt of it; any small mistake could mean death. She was often punished for no reason by the Arkanian, though she never once lifted a finger in self defense; she was smart in that sense, though her mouth was more often the cause of the majority of her problems. Roth could never quite keep up with the quick thinking human and her quicker mouth.
It was it this point which Roth devised the way with which he would finally win over the girl; he began making less that consensual conjugal visits each night, pulling Anee from the slaves quarters only to return her a short while later. At first this wrecked Anee and for months she was little more than a zombie, only throwing a performance face on when she was in front of Gorrga; this only brought Roth more pleasure, seeing her miserable. It wasn't until she overheard Roth speaking to one of the other high servants; the other servant told Roth he needed to watch his moves, because Anee was quickly becoming a favorite of Gorrga, and if she let on that Roth was damaging one of Gorrga's most prized possessions, that there would be hell to pay. It was this that made her exceptionally dangerous for Roth; Gorrga's fondness of her. As it turned out, Gorrga was more than just pleased with the physical development of the girl, he was more pleased that he had been right to pull her form the kitchen and make her a dancer; in a sense he felt pride in his decision.
One night when Roth came for her, she made a simple statement which caused Roth's plan to explode in his face; "You're in trouble, Roth." Her eyes flashed a quick smile, though her face remained still as stone, a slight curl at the corners of her mouth. Roth was confused for a moment, but quickly caught up, realizing that the girl had finally realized just how much she could do to Roth with a simple statement to Gorrga, and she had witnesses. The two made a quick deal; if he left her alone, and Gar, she would say nothing to anyone of the rape. He quickly agreed, knowing Gorrga didn't like his servants and slaves to co-mingle. In the past Gorrga had sentenced both parties to the dungeon, and even death.
Each day passed as the next had for the past four years, dancing by day, eating minimally, and sleeping as much as possible, but now [finally] without Roth's night time visits. The Arkanian had partially succeeded in his plan; though he would never know, Anee often had nightmares of the events, and would often cry herself to sleep. Roth didn't change much, though he was more careful as to how he acted out around her and Gorrga. It seemed as though Anee had finally gained a fine thread of control of her own life, a powerful drug, though with all drugs there is a crash.
Best Served Cold
[/color][/i]Klatooine; Gorrga's Layer ~ 1389 AHW[/color][/center]
Anee was sixteen; for a slave she had more power than most could ever dream of. She was quickly becoming Gorrga's favorite dancer, and had Roth on a short leash; or so she believed. It seemed that Roth's sadistic attempt to break the girl's spirit only proved to make her more brazen. So long as Roth minded himself around the girl, and her closest friend Gar, she would keep her mouth shut and not mention what Roth had done.
Though Anee's power was quickly wearing on Roth, he could barely handle this base-line being sharing his air, much less keeping him in his own place. She was becoming to bold; he he hoped she would all but curl up and die, though that didn't seem to be the case at all. He wanted nothing more than to hurt this human, this slave which had gained power over him. His disdain for Anee had grown into a deep seeded hate; all that filled his mind were thoughts of how to harm the girl – how to break her, and [if possible] kill her. His nights and days were filled with nothing but dark thoughts, plans formulating and being crushed by realization that he could do nothing because of Gorrga's favor of the girl. He could never do anything to her... to her... the words echoed in his mind and finally clicked while he watched Anee dance for Gorrga. He could do nothing directly to Anee – but there was finally a way around that, something he had let slide for a long enough time, something he could exploit; and he knew exactly how.
It was around mid-afternoon one day; Anee had just finished dancing for Gorrga, he had a bounty hunter in this day, so she had been background entertainment for nearly the whole day, and Gorrga had finally taken her chain off to allow her a break as the business was done. She inhaled the bitter smoke from a cigarra, taking it deep into her lungs and blowing out the white smoke, reveling in the wave of comfort which the toxins within the smokable weed flooding through her tired muscles. Apparently the hunter had delivered bad news or something of the sort and put Gorrga in a foul mood, so Anee was happy for the reprieve. she noted how the smuggler had seemed completely indifferent to the huts mood; some Mandalorian, a human with a particularly sharp tongue – she figured he'd end up dead eventually, but sooner rather than later if he didn't watch his mouth.
She stood just out of the audience hall, finishing off the remains of the cigarra and using the embers from it to start another. Her hair was short at this point in her life, cut in a 'Bob' of sorts, and her eyes stood out against the dark lashes and liner. Her slave garb didn't leave much to the imagination, though covered enough of her beautiful lithe form, that she wasn't completely exposed.
She stood taking slow drags from the small cigarra staring at the floor, her eyes peered up from the floor just in time to see Roth depart the audience hall past the young slave girl and turn down the hall toward the kitchens. A moment later Kora exited the audience hall, alarm attempting to hide behind her orange irises. The two extended a greeting in Ryl, though Kora was far more interested in Roth returning was a human from the kitchen. A man by the name of Kai Band whom had been a dish boy in the kitchen when Anee was younger, now a cook. Roth past by Anee with a sneering grin and ordered Kora to follow. Anee threw the end of her cigarra on the floor and stomped it out; she followed the small group and stopped just around the threshold leaning on the wall watching the scene unfold.
Gorrga was on his "throne", as always, and Roth stood betwixt the dancer and the cook in front of the throne. He began by making his usual "mighty, esteemed, etc." and continued on for several minutes in Huttese before Gorrga prompted him to get on with his point, his mood deteriorating rapidly. It was then which Anee caught Roth's sideways glance at her and a smirk. With his arms open indicating both [the servant and the slave] Roth began by stating how generous Gorrga was with his servants, and there were only simple rules with which to abide. "...and still there are servants which can not seem to abide them. A cook should be in the kitchen where he is needed, and a slave..." he paused and looked back at Kora and them to Anee briefly. "...is lucky to have their air." He again indicated the two. "These are two such servants." Both were taken a-back as Gorrga grunted his own surprise. Kora stepped toward Roth placing on hand on his shoulder in an attempt to quiet him; though his response was the back of his hand. The force sent her sprawling to the floor in front of Gorrga. At the sight of this Kai let fly a blow of his own, landing it on Roth's left jaw. The Arkanian was turned about himself only to come back with a blow of his own, sending Kai sideways and to the ground next to Kora.
"What is the meaning of this?!" Gorrga's voice boomed in the audience hall. Roth wiped a small bead of crimson blood from his lip and snarled at Kai who was scooting toward Kora. The two looked at one another; making sure the other was alright, before they stood back up, ready for what ever would come next.
"A matter most distressing has come to my recent attention." He lied; he had known of Kora and Kai for near three years, though said nothing, as he had no reason to ruin them. "These two have been consorting for quite some time, which is prohibited, as your greatness has displayed multiple times." this was followed by Gorrga grunting and growled with displeasure, as he began ranting in Huttese.
"With what proof, Roth?!" Anee could hold back no longer; she burst from her vantage from the threshold. She rushed to the right of Gorrga's throne, shouting to the Hutt. "I have witnesses that will say that this wermo, Roth, has –on multiple occasions– taken me and 'consorted' with out my consent!" She blurted in Huttese with one breath; though unexpectedly, after she heard her own words, her eyes filled with tears and she collapsed in a ball holding her stomach sobbing. Finally saying it brought her whole foundation of emotional stability crashing beneath her.
Gorrga hardly could keep up with what was being said by both, but before he could get a word out, the unfazed Roth piped up. "Ha! As though I would lower myself to so much as touching you, slave."And just like that–his dangerously level voice completely dismissed Anee's charge. Mighty Gorrga," He looked back from the sobbing human. "this slave is clearly attempting to spare her friends of their punishment, a pathetic attempt at that."
"It is no lie, Roth!" Kora cared too much for Anee, who had clearly put everything on the line for her. "You have taken her too many times for me to count." Kora stepped in front of Roth, next to Kai, the two standing between Roth and Gorrga. "Mighty Gorrga, your own servants will tell you that thi–" A blaster was heard, followed only by the sound of Kora's lifeless form hitting the ground, the same repeated again and Kai's limp body landed next to that of Kora's. When Kora stepped in front of Roth the Arkanian had produced a blaster from the folds of his tunic; sneering as their bodies fell.
"Roth! What is the meaning of this?" Gorrga's voice boomed, he shook with anger as he stared at the image. "You are not an executioner, you are a servant, little better than them!" Roth chuckled as he watched Anee staring at the body of her one-time teacher. Her sobbing had stopped, replaced by a blank stare. The whole audience hall was silenced by the events. Roth bowed low and extended his apology to Gorrga, who sighed with displeasure. The large Hutt gestured with his hand toward two Klatooinian guards, both armed with axes. "Take her back to the slave quarters, I must contemplate a punishment for you, Roth." He growled angrily in regards to his "humble servant".
The Klatooinians lifted Anee from her dazed state, though what happened next no one could have foreseen. Anee spun about snatching the large axe from the Klatooinian to her right, shaking the hold of the Klatooinian on her left. She shot forward, nearly losing her footing and her grip of the weapon. With a scream of pure hate and pain she made Gorrga's ruling for him. The head of the sharp axe buried into Roth's back. The shriek of pain echoed and mingled with the gasps of those spectating, including Gorrga who was ordering his guards to retrieve Anee; the thin girl pulled the axe free only to bury it once more in Roth's back, the Arkanian collapsed to the floor. As black, make-up filled tears streamed down her face Anee pulled the axe free and hefted it above her head, ready for another hack at the mortally wounded body of her worst enemy. The axe was ripped from her hands by a reluctant Nikto, though that didn't stop her; she proceeded to kick the dieing Arkanian until the same Nikto and the two Klatooinian guards were able to drag her away. "Take her to the dungeon!" Gorrga's thundering voice shook the room as the girl was being dragged from room by the three guards, each watching her limbs as to not catch any of her flailing movements.
Imprisoned
[/color][/i]Klatooine; Gorrga's Layer ~ 1389 - 1390 AHW[/color][/center]
Anee was thrown into a small cell in Gorrga's dungeon. A place with no warmth, a place to be forgotten, a place to slowly decay into less than an memory and fade into nothingness. Though she was too numb to care. Even in death Roth had succeeded; Anee was a broken hollowed shell. Though she was shattered, no tears could come, she simply curled into a ball huddled in the far corner of her cell. The cell was an empty square room, with a single door on one end and a thick stone wall on the other; the door had only two holes, one on the floor, and one at head height.
For the first few weeks, food [if you could call it food] was brought once a day; it was no more than a thick slop and water. Gorrga had found a suitable replacement for Reka Roth, and thus decided that Anee J'Hirra was to be left in the dungeon until she expired. As easily as that she had been forgotten, just a matter of weeks. Though she didn't expect anything different. She was expendable, a slave, entertainment and nothing more. It wasn't long after she was condemned to waste away, that food stopped coming every day; it would turn up every couple of days, maybe twice a week at most., and for months it carried on like this. Gar would stop down when she could, having an arrangement with the dungeon master, she brought Anee extra food, though around the seventh month Gar stopped coming, and Anee was completely alone.
She stopped counting time, often simply reasoning that it didn't matter how long she stayed alive, as eventually she knew she would give up. She craved the cigarras which she had become so reliant on to relieve her of the stress and pains of hunger, each day the craving growing until it became a dull ache in the back of her mind. Her features began suffering from the extreme malnourishment; her eyes began to recede slightly into their sockets, her cheeks became more gaunt allowing her high cheek bones to protrude, even her hair had dropped shades from its usual obsidian color. Her whole form had suffered, as well as he mental state. The at the beginning guards would often taunt her, though she was too weak to respond in any way, but by the nine month mark, they too had forgotten about her; only the young servant girl who would deliver her slop once a week remembered her, and solely because of the burden which it caused her.
A year passed, and nothing had changed for Anee. The guards stopped checking on her months ago, most of them figured the cell was empty, figuring one of the other had smelled the death, and disposed of her, though the child continued to come and deliver food. Anee stayed huddled a corner next to the door , for the heat which the large matal wall gave off, and because it was close enough to the door that she wouldn't have to move far when the food would come. She kept the small cup of water close by, rationing it as to not go days with out its life giving properties. She would often attempt to stand and walk about her cell, though she would never get very far, around the cell once, then settle back in her place; the one thing which kept her up and about was the waste hatch being on the opposite corner as her, so she would have to get up from time to time.
She was prepared to die in the small hole she had come to accept as her final resting place. She was seventeen, and her life was drawing to a quick close; at the rate she was deteriorating she had no more than months left. Though it seemed fate had a different idea for the young human, as one day, she another was thrust into her cell.
Cell Mate
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"This one's empty!" The deep voice echoed slightly inside the cell, Anee was huddled in her usual corner out of site from the outside. "Throw him in here!" The voice was vaguely familiar, a human guard. 'It is empty...' she thought in agreement to the comment. A moment later a young man was throw into the cell, landing hard on his front. He stood and turned about attempting to make a run for the door, which slammed shut. The young man began swearing in a language which Anee was unfamiliar with, though she had heard once before from a bounty hunter.
The man spat out the hole in the top of the door, in complete vein as there was no one on the other side. The young man was roughed up, a gouge over his right brow allowed the blood to trickle down his cheek, his other eye was already bruising over and had quite swollen. Anee simply watched at he pounded on the door screaming in his native language of Mando'a. Her voice didn't come at first when she tried to speak, it had been many days since she had said anything, though as she tried again, a dry yet smooth voice flowed from her pale lips. "They're gone..." She coughed at the strain her voice put on her vocal cords. "They wont be back for some time. again the voice hoarse as the word came out and again she coughed.
She had taken the man by surprise, though his reaction didn't show, He simply turned his head form his leaning position on the door, to look at the pitiful skeletal figure huddled in the darkest corner of a twelve by twelve cell. He shook his head as he moved from the door to the wall opposite Anee, dragging his feet and holding his right rib as he did so. He sat and chuckled to himself before swearing again. "A slave." he said between chuckles. "Now I'm locked up with a slave." He was clad in only under-gear, and boots, all other armor and weapons had been stripped from him.
The two sat for days with no conversation, he was supplied a bowl of slop each day and water, though the fact that Anee was given nothing did not escape his notice. Her food came one day, and the two shared a silent meal, Anee devouring hers like a starved dog, though sipping at her water. The young Mandalorian simply watched as he slowly at his tasteless slop. "It's not going anywhere." He chuckled, but was met with no response from Anee. The swelling on his eye was nearly gone, revealing a wild green iris to match his other. He stood from the spot he had become accustomed to sitting in, and walked over to Anee, who eyed him carefully. He placed his slop in front of her and turned about himself, walking back to his place. He leaned his back on the wall and slid down to his seat once more.
He watched the girl quickly grab his bowl and set to work at it as she finished hers. He smiled briefly and grunted as he shifted reaching into his right boot, producing a round metal tube. He unscrewed the top and shook a single white paper cylinder. Anee froze as he produced a small torch from the same tube. He held the white cylinder to his lips and went about lighting it, breathing deeply and resting his head against the wall as he allowed the smoke from from his lungs. Anee hadn't seen a cigarra in over a year. The Mandalorian looked back down, not hearing the scraping of the spoon on the small clay slop bowl. He held the cigarra to his lips once more and breathed, watching Anee follow his hand. "Do you want one?" He shook the metal tube at Anee.
Before he realized it, the girl was up and in front of him, snagging the little torch and a cigarra from the tube. He watched her shuffle beck to her corner on all fours and light the cigarra. Upon her first puff she erupted in a fit of coughing, though it didn't stop her from taking a second drag, this time much smoother. "I haven't had one of these in over a year..." she said feeling the chemicals of the dried weed flow through her body, making her head slightly light. She peered across at the man, who had finally gotten a decent look at his cell mate. He took another drag from his own, and nodded.
"How often do they come down here? He questioned the young woman, who chuckled before taking another drag, resting the back of her head in the corner. She looked back at him with her bright sapphire eyes.
"For the moment,", he voice was clearing, becoming less hoarse as she sipped water and took another drag from the cigarra. "Only to feed us. They check us at night...sometimes..." She sat up a bit more and laid her cup of water down, grabbing the slop once more and beginning to eat it with her cigarra gripped between her middle and forefinger.
The Mandalorian simply nodded. "The name's, Bett. Bett Gantori." He smiled at the girl. He couldn't tell how old she was, but figured himself to be older. He had wild green eyes and dark mahogany hair. His face was covered in stuble, though Anee was sure he kept it shaven when he could.
"Anee J'Hirra." Anee's voice stated as smoke streamed from her mouth. He looked over to the Mandalorian looking back at her. "You know we're gonna die down here, right? This is were people are forgotten." She stated grimly. Bett, nodded.
"We'll see." He said with a smile, taking another drag from the cigarra. He tilted his head from left to right, popping both sides with loud cracks.
Anee took another bite from the lukewarm slop he had given her, and an drag from the cigarra. She looked back, and for the first time in over a year, she smiled back. "Well, just the same." Her voice now completely clear, revealing it's beautifully smooth tone. "Thank you." Bett merely nodded, and a friendship was forged.
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