Keenava Dira

Lallu took a moment and wavered slightly under the blood loss as her arms tried to scab unsuccessfully, but her consciousness was still amusingly rolling over the idea of a helpful Hutt. The idea was generally ridiculous based off of the normal attribution to their race, but without medical experts within range and with her crude vanity expressing her desire for her skin's salvation, she surrendered to the Hutt's helpful medical treatments and shriveled out of reach upon the appropriate stinging solvent's applications and bandaging. the beautiful day around her, which seemed haloed by a cap of foreboding dark clouds, was an illusion compared to the biting pain she felt as each vial of medicine and patch of bacta was administered to her flesh; the pain of mortality; the pain of humility and disgrace. However, despite the pain kneading at her sides, pushing toward her mind, the medical processes were fairly quick and managed to take a small amount of the net pain from Lallu's arms. It still hurt to move them though, so her movement was isolated to small flourishes and careful gestures. Lallu backed away from the Hutt only slightly, feeling gingerly the area around the bandages with her hands, probing the wounds as if she hadn't seen them a moment before. The bandages were an effective disguise, but she recoiled when her hands found a particularly sore spot, indicating that the mask shielding her wounds was just that, a mask. She didn't know how long the treatments lasted nor how effective they were, but in a bout of rather fanciful ADD, the Twi'lek's eyes were focused on where the group of Sith from before had been. Had... being the operative word... Apparently the Hutt and Lallu were now the only Sith aside from one and a few lesser known lords that stayed behind. Hmmmm... well there goes boredom dispenser no. 2. Needless to say, although Lallu may or may not have been thankful to the Hutt for what he did, she was still no further to finding the man from before. How did he command so much respect and obedience? How could he command so much power? His aura stood before her even now and although some may have come to disregard what they viewed as simply a man, Lallu had never had the gratification of meeting him. He was a god to her in more ways than one and since she was a victim of his soul, she chose to follow in his echoed doctrine as well. Still, the deliverance of her safety was of Hutt hands and not her own. So, she breathed, sighing slightly, as her gaze shifted back to the Hutt; her red eyes pushing through the silence and gazing toward Sheoq without any distinct emotion. ”œThank you”¦ I guess.”

Lallu's eyes darted around, fruitlessly trying to calm her fear stormed adrenaline. Normally such sensations would be encouraged in times of hardship and struggle, but through fear, her random outburst of piercing decibel was a disgraceful lag of purposeful intentions. She hadn't the slightest desire to run kilometers away from an unknown monstrosity, nor had she the vaguest implication to disregard her active senses, but in the pain of it all - in the panicked haze her mind took within moments of her consciousness - she seemed to know only one course of action. Now that the black Twi'lek rested safely behind a tree, clicks away from the rest of the Sith, her eyes began to slow and the rest of her body's functions began to decelerate. You fool child, do you even know why you ran furiously away from your point of conflict? a snide voice leaked through Lallu's renewed sense of equilibrium, shaking her thoughts from their contemplative mental state. No... and neither would I prefer you telling me. I think i got enough of your flak 5 minutes ago. Oh, you have have you? Well.. To let you know, you just kissed a Hutt and ran away. Or, that's what I saw at least.... Reialla, the essence of Lallu's conflicting conscience, laughed into Lallu's mind. A Hutt? Lallu probed incredulously at the cockiness of her alternate personality, her insides rolling over themselves. For a moment Lallu looked like she was going to be sick, but contained her putrid sensation as a shuffling sound reached her position. Lallu took small time to herself as the sound got louder. Then Lallu looked around for a few moments and grabbed to climb the tree behind her to reach higher ground and pull away from the impending revelation, but the general curiosity of her naive side pulled her head around the tree's thick bark to stare at the path instead. It is simple enough thought Lallu as she tried to pull herself to her feet and pull herself around the tree, using her arms for most of the strain. Despite her shrewd confidence though, sharp stinging sensations placated her supported attempts. Her arms were swollen slightly and burn wounds glared up at her from her forearms when she tried to find the source of the overblown sensations. Well it would seem, you have heard enough from me, Reialla marveled while eying the bleeding sores. Don't count on fixing that anytime soon you poor helpless child... Laughing rattled her mind, but Lallu managed to keep focus and although her arms still hurt, she managed to pull up to the tree and spot the Hutt as he came further toward her position. Why is he following me? Lallu thought silently as she slowly walked from the tree, massaging her bleeding wounds. "Why are you following me?" The timid black Twi'lekk said through raised eye brows. Her voice was soft, but carried with it a small air of elusive confidence that could be passed over by any and all who didn't pay attention.

Lallu's consciousness was heated and fading slowly from existence. Her tantrum was extinguished, but flashbacks still plagued the remnant shadowy crevices of her mind's bellows. Her fingers, randomly dug into the dirt as the Twi'lek was inadvertently pushed to feel each and every force that had been exerted over her. The feelings weren't as magnified because of her odd state, but the searing pain produced from her burn wounds as they rubbed into the foul sediment only fueled her gyrations further. It wasn't until the Hutt arrived with smelling salts though, that the Twi'lekk substantially stirred. Her comatose figure registered the Hutt on a minimal level and although the being showed an ironic concern for a female Twi'lek he had just met, it was a grateful gesture for him to revive the Twi'lek from her merciless slumber. A small annoying sound played in the back of Lallu's mind as the Hutt's presence was loosely imposed upon her thinly veiled eyesight, but as her eyes gripped their first chance at sunlight in only a handful of minutes, her eyesight was poorly veiled with a thin layer of hallucination. She looked from right to left and nothing seemed to settle; all the images she could see were hanging loosely, blurred by repeated doppelgangers of each image as the scenery of Trulalis swooshed around the forefront of her desperate pleas at regaining some form of positional comfort. Her attempts at trying to see, were marred by particles of sediment still clinging at her lids, as if to break her of her quiet progress, but her body had made hasty strides to remove itself from its dirty prison. Her body rocked haphazardly as she did it, but her body was up and trying to move nonetheless. The sensation of her feet moving on the ground was welcome, but as her vision scaled the expanse of blur down one more notch, she noticed a gleaming white knight where she lay not two seconds ago. The Twi'lek was briefly frightened at the suddenness of her savior's appearance, but as time wore on she went over to the knight and kissed him openly on the cheek. It was a small gesture for his kindness and Lallu closed her eyes, trying to enjoy the kiss of what seemed to be a handsome stranger. However... The slimy sweat from the Hutt's skin, portraying the exertion he endured trying to leave the crater, permeated her artificial reality and not only swung her eyes straight open, but her reality snapped back into clarity with a shocking quickness. Lallu's eyes went wide with terror and before the Hutt could respond, Lallu shrieked loudly and jumped the amount of distance it took to get out of the crater, clearing a bit of distance from her and the Hutt, ignoring the stinging affluence of her burned limbs. He seemed a kind, albeit quirky, Hutt for what he'd done, but the shock of her sudden revelation carried her far away from her savior regardless. The Hutt's politely disturbing oration hadn't even registered to Lallu, before her flying steps took her about a kilometer away in panicked flight, fueled ironically by her fear.

Lallu's attention was pushed to its limits as the Sith Lord regaled his insipid sum up of Sith philosophy, and as if her ears were drenched in a cavernous augmentation, she could hear a perpetual echo of the man's words lingering in her skull indefinitely... If you want to survive here”¦ here”¦ I've survived so far on my own, what makes this place any different? No one cares about you”¦ I know”¦ Why should I care that no one cares? Use you like a tool”¦ I have been used”¦ Distinguish yourself”¦ For whom? From whom? Backstab, steal, cheat”¦ This does nothing; these are nothing but games. Use your head”¦ My head is a dangerous place... Going to learn something, What do I need to learn? Suffering is the medium. Really? You will suffer”¦ I suffer now”¦ With the final words of Sith-like wisdom uttered, the Twi'lek's innocent countenance re-emerged, followed by a trembling need to move and get away from where she stood. She didn't like settling in one spot, especially when she had nothing to offer for the time she had spent and when it seemed like a waste of her time. The drivel offered sounded like it was nothing more than a continuation of her own misery anyway; she had her own demons to contend with and these men knew nothing of them, but why should they care? They obviously knew what they wanted and where they wanted to go or, in the case of the lord, had already gotten there, but without a strong semblance of a guided consciousness, Lallu was left to linger in a blank sphere of apathetic motivational dead ends. She did stop however and observe the men as they stared at the ground, crossing their eyes in heated focus, pushing their anger to new limits and it brought a rather large smirk to her quirky black mug. She could tell their sport was best left un-interrupted, but her enjoyment was too large to contain within the simplicities of focus. She started giggling and fell over onto her back, watching one of the men try so hard to move a piece of rock that his veins popped clear out. Do these men know nothing of other emotions? Is rage all that permits their foolish undulations? Not to say that I don't enjoy the show, but is there more to being a Sith than rage? This statement coming from miss hate herself? You know, that hurts”¦ bitch”¦ Do you still know nothing of what was said here? Apparently these Sith control abhorrent yet tempting powers of unknown limits. The notion of which is intoxicating. Is that all you care about? Power, power, power”¦. Meh”¦ Oooh look, the Hutt is changing colors! Who'd think strangulation could be so entertaining. Is that all you care about? ”˜oooh, pretty colors”¦ Oooh look someone is concentrating so hard it looks like they're taking a dump.' I'm not the only one who has problems here. You wanna do something about it? I vote you go away and I live a normal life! No”¦ I have something different in mind you festering piece of meat... Just when all seemed bright and somewhat pleasant to Lallu as she sat admiring the rainbow of different colors Sheoq was turning under the Sith's grip, Lallu's mind sunk into a low thrall, bringing all of her peaceful thoughts that were only starting to connect with each other, into drastic, chaotic uncertainty. The vengeful spiritual personality that gripped her mind was bent on swirling her thoughts and memories into a traumatic spiral that catapulted Lallu's emotions one by one into a forceful and inevitable impression that bore itself further into the Twi'lek's being until Lallu's mind was nothing, but a blur of heated emotions and irrational thoughts. Little of this malediction seemed outspoken however, for the few seconds that Sheoq and the Croke were let down. On the outside of her mind's raging inferno, it seemed like the giggling Twi'lek had been silenced, gotten up and was walking around with a headache which was made clear by her hands massaging her temples, but as soon as her mind was discombobulated and emotions began to rein supreme, particles of earth and rocks alike began to flow chaotically in the air with no particular concrete indication. She hadn't the slightest inclination of the power she'd unlocked and her other self was too busy holding the branding stick to notice the immense power wrought by such powerful emotional expression. It was just a simple sub-conscious submission to the mysterious powers that be as they lingered throughout the area, but her siphon rapidly built to a monumental tsunami; her mind was not in control of itself. Lallu's eyes were a fierce glowing red, her feet were somehow latched to the ground yet could move where they wished regardless of direction and the remainder of her body vented all the expression she wanted to vent. Her expressions rapidly changed to pull out each and everything felt under her massive duress. Her own head began to pound, raising her blood vessels to their cap, pushing their visibility on her head and drawing a mass of pain in Lallu that resonated with a strong familiarity. Seeing the faces of all of her hateful instigators, of all of her despicable antagonists pushed her magma consciousness until it erupted in a loud shriek that cut through the air like a lightsabre through paper. The energy pouring in to her was too much; her vengeful personality seemed more like a demon now than an actual humanoid representation of her and Lallu's face lashed out in a forceful tantrum composed of tears and rage. Her sorrow fed the rocks while her rage and passion punctuated their movements threshing about in an inordinate pattern at Samuel, the Hutt, the Croke”¦ Everyone in the proximity of the Twi'lek was in danger as her crazy imposed mood swings started to make the ground beneath her feet rumble. There wasn't nearly enough power in her or her actions to bring the planet structurally to its knees, but Lallu's words, as frantic as they were, pushed the ground beneath her further down until a large crater stood beneath her and her fury was brought to its apex. Her black face welled into a sour red expression and her arms burst into flame that echoed in her bright red eyes. Do you understand what I have to give to you, you hapless twit. I control you as much as you do and until you learn to adapt in this half-ass worthy environment, you need to learn that I am your lord and master first and foremost”¦ Do you see things as I see them? Lallu's innocence struggled to grasp at a foundation of life that in and of itself seemed to break away, but she tried her hardest, managing only to force a cease fire that brought her head back into its previous state. There wasn't a sense of total control but there never was. The area around the Twi'lek had decayed slightly of the energy that was once there and although her tantrum had been particularly large and scorching, the flame of her violent struggle was put out rather quickly. Her arms were put out, her mind re-ordered, and the rocks and other debris dropped to the ground along with her. Silence filled the area of where screams of anguish had penetrated the air. Now the only sounds that ticked the audible environment were the sounds of groaning and whips as slaves continued their work. Lallu lay on the ground in shock and without consciousness. Darkness consumed her eyes, but her mind and body were still fairly intact. Her clothes were tattered, her skin bleeding and her arms smoking, but the Twi'lek slept breathlessly in a strong loss of consciousness.

Sycophantic drawling of Sithly disciples bled on the ear of a Twi'lek whose attention was sourly misplaced. The childlike creation of innocence and naivety simply stood at the mercy of this heartfelt lecture with the utmost pinnacle of boredom streaming toward the apex of all her senses. The energy by which she'd been brought to this planet seemed to vanish with the absence of higher powers and although her more sadistic side was willing Lallu to listen, her innocence won over for the moment in a large and overbearing yawn directed to no particular Sith of the group. Why aren't you listening you sorry waste for space?! I don't wish to listen to these words, they aren't the reason I am here, plus... More entertaining things are going on all around us. Look! A Hutt... A Hutt!? Here? You are one of the most insatiable people I have ever known you crazed excuse for humanity... and that's coming from me... By now, Lallu's attention had even fleeted from her own selfish alternate mind in search of something to leech her attention hungry consciousness. The slaves were enough to bind her interest for a minute and the Hutt was an interesting topic, but it seemed that her focus had been broken more than usual. Something that had grounded her reasoning and kept her feet on the ground was missing and without it, her levity seemed to greet new heights as the Twi'lek could pay almost no attention... That is, until her vengeful side got the better of her and brought her back down to earth. Lallu's eyes glowed a faint red and although the Twi'lek showed no physical difference, other than this, her eyes were no trained on the lecturer with supposed interest. This did however draw attention once more to the Hutt from before, who the other in Lallu's mind - with diligence - tried to deter the existence of.

Lallu slid into a rather oddly comfortable pose with her legs pointed toward the sky and her arms balancing herself upon the ground within the sanctity of the group meeting, which consequently was being held only a few clicks away from a mud pit. Her sense of irony which was hanging ever so lightly above the crowd was not easy to pluck at all and her naivety continued to show its majestic splendor, in her answer. With a slow yet honest twi'lek admonition, Lallu said, "I have not learned of either the force or of the people that use it... I was drawn here by a mystical force though so there must be some truth to it" finished Lallu as she stood over analyzing the curious specimen before th group of pupils with her deep pools of ruby red... ((sorry for the delay and the post brevity... I have very little ideas to post with right now and school is swamping me... ))

Lallu kept walking slowly with her head lowered toward the mud pit although the man's greeting met her ears; her intentions seemed of callous determination, but before her procession could move on too long, she did turn about and stare Samuel directly in the eyes. Her hard red disks pushed into his weary ones and although a strong reflex pushed her to ignore his advance, she smiled lightly and replied, "My name is Lallu... I'm here for... For... Well... I just feel that I belong here and have felt that way ever since I found the temple on Coruscant..." said Lallu timidly, with the corners of her mouth struggling on the border of a feeble smile that was failing rapidly under her burning condition. It seemed a valiant effort, but her conflict was soon resolved and unintentional rage poured though her mind. The red of Lallu's eyes burned fiercely; Lallu's mood seeped to the muddy ground, the corners of her mouth following suit as a grand scowl stretched over the edges. The Twi'lek's previous open posture, morphed to a crude display of disappointment with the movement of her arms; her black form seemed rather obscure in the dimming light of the planet, but her skin glinted under the crude light's remnants. The thin layers of sweat left behind from her previous bouts of fatigue were well worn and the only real highlights that launched her posture out of ambiguity. Her intentions changed drastically and although her greeting had already been given, the Twi'lek left Samuel standing where he'd been, walking away from him with a burning sense of prolonged disdain. There was no reason for her altercation, and even more there was no purpose for her evil intentions, but that was what she gave as her footfalls built further toward the mud pit. It appeared though, that as Lallu had her attention turned, the sky filled with darkness and erupted with a chaotic array of voltage. The feint spectrum of light that danced about Lallu's eyes as she looked on with awe, drew her gaze and stopped her march. The series of streams seemed to be focused on one point, but Lallu was too distracted by the violent destruction of it all that she could not see where it was going to. The massive orchestra of lightning that plagued the ground and air off of Furion's fingertips transfixed the Twi'lekk, but when the performance was over and it's maestro knocked out, Lallu was thoroughly displeased... She could see a man falling to the ground and although she vaguely recognized him as small itch in her ear node began to irritate her. At first the sensation seemed minor, but as she disturbed it, it grew into a full bodied obstruction which took the form of an older male's voice... "Come to me apprentices, it is time you learn to truly open your eyes and learn what power you can wield." The words alone were enough to stroke Lallu's Darker Side, but out of an innate sense of curiosity, Lallu left herself head in the indicated direction.

"Well hmph" led Lallu as her arms crossed vividly across her chest, striking her inconvenienced plight. "So where's my prize?" Lallu looked about slowly from side to side, seeing nothing but the road and barren trees. Then, as if his position was masked, Lallu finally realized Samuel - who stood only a few feet away - was there. The master from before had inexplicably left and Lucifer was dragged off by another who virtually held the Sith whelp's manhood within a firm vice grip, but this man seemed to stay vigilant in his cause here as did she. Regardless though, she paid him little mind and started to go back to the dig site with only a paltry yet audible "hello"... From her back it was hard to realize exactly how far they had run from the dig site, but looking at the distance, staring down at the little preps for what seemed at close a very large temple, shocked her expectations. All she could feel was pain toppled with a great deal of strain as she pushed up to the cusp of the nearest mountain shelf. She had closed her eyes practically the entire time the race was in progress and just now had a chance to look back. "Well, at least I get a good walk" said Lallu with a vague smile, speculating her sarcasm.

Lallu breathed heavily, her legs nearly on fire as she landed rapidly right at Torin's feet within moments of Lucifer's own charge. Her heart continued pounding rapidly upon the call of her breaths and she clasped her legs for a moment or two before regaining stability and pushing herself once again to a standing position. Sure, her sore legs bit at her mind with every second she spent upon her heels, but it was her task - her goal for herself - to endure. The remnants of the Twi'lek's smile as she stood in the small group had worn after realizing the game was over, but her childlike countenance was altogether fragile and was replaced with a rather serious stare at the Sith before her. It seemed she wasn't far off with Torin's appearance from so far away, but she wasn't about to push the issue because she'd seen worse and it would surely invoke a heinous retaliation that might gain her a similar mutilation. The Sith that arrived only seconds before her though, seemed to shiver with a steady flow of cowardice. His demeanor stunk of self righteousness, vanity, pride and a great deal of inflated ambition. All attributes Lallu had encountered before in the eyes of every single person who had taken advantage of her or her family. Another Sith seemed to trail behind Lallu and Lucifer as they stood awaiting Torin's judgement, but in what would seem a proverbial slap to Torin's face, another Sith dropped from a shuttle that appeared from the clouds as if marred by an opaque illusion and began harassing everyone around him aside from his golden goose, Lucifer. His mantra rang of the same virtues heralded by Lucifer himself and as if Lucifer were some piece of property to claim the large Sith pushed his lumbering form into the group to claim him. Knowing little of the Sith, Lallu could only imagine what this man's motivations were, but other than her ill observations she really had no distinct thought as to his presence. It was when he revealed his luminous emerald eyes to the rest of the group that Lallu's thoughts broiled in a frenzy that mocked her earlier headache. The Twi'lek's mind raced with blood and her body filled with thoughts of crazy mutilation that filled her with a sense of artificial rage, fueling its tempestuous stagnancy. Lallu wanted to move, but instead, the energy built up beneath her skin and her expression moved appropriately to respect her pain and her adaptation to its immediate appearance. Lallu's eyes lit up fiercely as her voice bit back a nasty snarl at the hulking Sith. The Black Twi'lek stood at roughly his height and no matter the effort she stood to take his stare in with full grace. "What do you mean? Fallen into a state of proving themselves by fire? Have you truly born fear in the past Mr. Entitlement?" Her voice was sharp, but she never once pushed herself further than arm's reach out of subtle respect for the Sith's space. For, even though she was supposedly training to be of the same kind - although Lallu's childlike mindset had only vague clues as to what these exercises pertained - she was still of a crawling level compared to the Sith before her, even if he was pompous. Her tone crawled with bitten back hostility and although Lallu's alternate personality was known for its outrageous biting words and actions of vengeance, her reaction actually prevented Lallu from leaping like an animal onto the Sith in a fit of rage.

((yeah and I am falling behind because of Homework so sue me )) Lallu mulled about her existence among seemingly pitiful standards, but found other things to occupy her time while the atmosphere around her began to fester under the humid air of pain and torment. While the taskmaster strained his eyes from her form, leaving the black twi'lek to herself, Lallu moved her small fingers to the brace at her neck and began fiddling with what seemed an effective punishment at the time of its implementation. It took no real length of time though for pieces to start falling from it and as her work progressed, the device's effectiveness slowly followed its rapidly disheveling frame. The Task master strained a glance now and again towards her side of the organized line, but Lallu was careful about her task and moved slowly, backed to her stance of attention, ignoring the master's suspicion. "You hiding something from me maggot?" he said during one of his bouts of violent scrutiny. Lallu, brushing up her eyelashes to push a face of extreme innocence, looked at the taskmaster as though his statement was without a grounded sense of morality. The Taskmaster looked back at her, his face curling into a sneer and without a word stepped aside to the other slaves, ignoring her continued attempts at seeking comfort. This was all irrelevant though as it seemed her time with the slaves was to be cut short for the moment. A strong call went out to her and other beings throughout the work camp to start walking off the site and up towards the distant mountains. Lallu, looking slightly pleased with herself and a renewed interest in her situation, started to saunter off in the indicated direction when her taskmaster came up and grabbed her by her arm. "Where do you think you're going you shit head?" said the tub of lard as if his insult meant something. Lallu said nothing, but deep within her ruby eyes a raging fire burned. Its flames furrowed deeply into her retinal sockets and as if its nature could seep through the master's hold, he let go quickly, retracting from what seemed like a mighty burn. Lallu smiled slowly and although their interactions had all but ceased for the moment, Lallu quickly turned back to her now angry taskmaster and showed off her work. The black twi'lek reached up to her neck and then, with one pull, she managed to rip the collar from its resting place and toss it back to the man whose already steaming expression grew redder in its intoxicating level of anger. Mmmm”¦ Such an amazing level of hatred”¦ Nothing that can't be dealt with later though”¦ It meant little to Lallu though as she turned her back on the pig and wandered up to the group of fortunate looking slaves and began walking with them up towards the mountain top. The pace was undesirably crude, but something about the group drew faint interest from other parts of Lallu's psyche. Then, without warning, one of the aforementioned slaves was struck down quickly by the leader of this group who was the most curious of them all. Lallu found time to stare at her new charge and she felt inevitably uneasy by his unsteady composition. The leader was a twi'lek by the looks of him, who'd been bastardized beyond repair and sewed back together into what looked like an agonizing array of metallic surrogate limbs and organic parts. Lallu's curiosity was not without consequence though as the others seemed to out distance her while her thoughts were occupied. The black twi'lek, although her innate desire was to play the rest of the game, saw this act as a direct threat to her wellbeing as was seemingly displayed by the dead man on the ground. So, seeking her place amongst the group, the black twi'lek rushed up to the group, pushing her sore legs to their limit and garnering a lead upon the majority until she received a rather large face full of rocks. The impact of the scream and its decibel weren't of that much significance to the Twi'lek however as it seemed her form was now a few meters from the site. The few rocks that managed to actually penetrate her skin though, reached areas of her body that had not yet been touched by mortal torture implements. It was not enough pain to send her voice in an arc, mimicking the exhibition that had landed herself in her present position, but it was enough pain to actually register in Lallu's mind, which was a task in and of itself. This was not the end though; as it would seem that the leader of their group had apprehended the culprit of the deed and was giving him a strong pulse of judgment that resonated throughout the entire area. ”œOoooOOooohhhh”¦ You see, this is what I've always been trying to get you to understand child”

"What are you smiling at you piece of shit?" blubbered the bloated taskmaster as the nub left by his missing ear continued to pour its remnants to the cold wet ground, "is something about this funny to you?" he repeated in a similar fashion, although his once rock like stance seemed to waver under blood loss. Silence filled the air for a few moments, stillness prolonging its existence as the slaves around Lallu cowered in fear, shriveling under their rags like little rodents. Their small pearl eyes were fixed on the abominable giant bearing his pronged whip and cringed as though his strike had already begun, but the task master hadn't moved. His eyes were trained on Lallu and her eyes were on his. "So how about it b*%&$! You going to answer me or just stand there looking stupid?" the master incriminated through large boisterous discourse. Lallu looked away for a moment as the words sunk in, but gave barely a repeated glance in his direction when a sudden and inaudible snap of consciousness blew past her struggling innocence. The Twi'lek stood, the black skin of her back glistening with macabre delight, but her eyes - of a ruby glint - started to glow faintly. The switch was hard to measure, but the behavior the Twi'lek exhibited was extraordinarily different than before. Her eyes sharpened their gaze and then her distance between her and the task master closed rapidly. Her footfalls were trained and small, but once the distance between her and the taskmaster was within slapping distance, the Twi'lek's procession stopped and only her sharp stare burned into the man's chest as he towered over her by at least a quarter of a meter. "So you want to play do you?" stated the taskmaster as his options at this distance grew rather limited. "Since we are finished with our first checkpoint, I suppose I could teach you a lesson before the next." Without more words the taskmaster smiled and withdrew a crusty looking knife from its sheath around his left hip. Then, the tub of what seemed like fat began massaging the whip's handle underneath his calloused hands and pressing the hilt of his knife against his fingers, prepping it for use in a sort of unholy retribution. Lallu's only preparation lay in her eyes and stance; her feet and legs despite their fatigue became fluid and her arms drew in a great deal of control from the rest of her body. The Taskmaster had no idea what she was doing and looked on with no particular interest. It didn't take long though for the master's patience to run for rash action; his eyes scanned the Twi'lek and as she moved, she left an open spot right about her lower abdomen. Launching across the small area for a quick lunge, his justice became clear when a small incision was struck on the Twi'lek's head, but her feet movement prevented the bulk of the attack. As the knife came, Lallu's mind and body physically adapted to the contour of the negative space around the slave driver and she took up the space behind him through a creative evasive maneuver. The task master looked rather dumbfounded at his folly, but was bent on striking til his bloody vengeance was achieved. Once again however his efforts were foiled as Lallu fled left and right, doing her best to avoid each and every attack that was used against her. The confrontation moved behind the set of stones they had placed so as not to catch much attention, but the master searched for a share of attention regardless. When his exhaustion doubled and his legs almost collapsed from too much work, he started panting at an accelerated pace and volume to hopefully draw someone else to assist. The black Twi'lek, whose chest was also moving up and down rapidly, took a few deep breaths and sauntered to the bulb of flesh that bobbled on the ground. Her hand, in its grizzled and now calloused beauty, reached down toward the man's throat and pushed his larynx further to the ground violently. The collar tried to work, but something odd was occurring as her ”œrighteous”

The ride was pleasant, quiet; an unnerving invitation for corrupt suspicions that pushed the Twi'lek's head side to side quickly. She was lodged between several other pathetic humanoids, but their stench was a pungent nostalgic blight upon Lallu's shallow memory. Harsh images of barbed whips, iron bloodied shackles and chains flashed, imprinting themselves thinly on her retina, looming over her in opaque mockery of her present "freedom". Then the rocky, turbulent procession heralded by their metal prison, halted upon sturdy ground and the herd was lead by their necks slowly out into clean air. Lallu remained inside the ship for a moment or two, but was yelled at none the less. A rather large, disgusting wretch came up to Lallu with a harsh voice consisting of nothing but grunts and rasps. "You... Trash! Get your ARSE out here! NOW!" croaked the bloated taskmaster followed by a sound that sharply clipped the vital pangs of the front of Lallu's right shoulder. Her head turned violently with a snarl pushing the limits of her expression and although her original intention consisted of half rational actions, she growled at the man and lept at him with a knife brazened in her left hand. The Twi'lekk didn't speak words that left empty meaning; the act was enough; harsh and swift, but before her armament could meet the limb of her assailant, the color of the world began to fade. Knives climbed up and down the Twi'lek's spine destroying what nerve endings were left and burned into her consciousness. She slumped to the mud which swelled to catch her; her thoughts melted into the brown fixture and darkness finally consumed her eyes. Her muscles softened and her body lay limp on the ground... Darkness... The plague of light... However silent she may have rested though, all around Lallu bustled with a raucous array of several beating motions. Her body was tossed to and fro in favor of impatience, but their hands were at fault and they cared not. A larger muscled taskmaster of rather sickly design came to the pair of taskmasters who were jointly beating on the twi'lekk to get her to wake, but with no further progress. "Wha' is goin doun ere' boys?" belched the figure in a pretentious rasp. "This 'ere Twi got a little stabby, so I came and struck 'er down with a stun stick. I think I migh' uh struck 'er a little 'ard though." replied the skinniest of the three that stood kicking, digging his right foot into the Twi'lekk's lower back. The larger, muscular, rotund individual walked over to the rag-doll Twi'lek draped on the ground and picked her up with one arm by the scruff of her neck. "If ye behave like an animal, were gonna treat ye like one..." he said as he looked across Lallu's hollow expression. The blubbery cretin turned her over a little on the broadside of his arm and found a large scabbed blackish area in about the region of the Twi's spine. "Teh 'ell you hit 'er hard enough. Go get a collar and stun 'er again, that should wake 'er up and don't be wasting your time on such a useless piece of crap next time..." scoffed the large man as he tossed Lallu back into the muddy ground. Sputters.... Incoherence... With the time that inevitably crept by, Lallu spent her preoccupation with nothing to console her aside from her own subtle thoughts, most of which didn't seem comfortable in this state of stagnancy. Stagnancy is weakness... Her mind reeled while remaining stoic, hungered for activity while resting and craved knowing what the future would hold although she could not possibly conceive what might have happened next. Mud pulsed beneath her and she could feel its beat as steps closed further toward her; her mind worked even as she lay and nearly exploded when another surge of energy swirled through her back hacking her up like a blender of razor blades. This time, her eyes fluttered back to reality, the planet of mysteries opening back into her open mind and two ugly slobs standing over her now sore body with grins so wide their mouths could have doubled over. The Twi'lek sneered once more, but saw that she had very limited neck movement. Her eyes, out of curiosity, probed the item below her chin and although she couldn't feel it with her eyes, her fingers were already stroking the dura-steel metal collar that had been added to her neck. "Why you give pretty collar to me?" asked Lallu with nothing, but the purest sense of suspicion behind her ruby red eyes. The men laughed a little as they whipped Lallu's back, ripping flesh from bone, pushing her into yet another menacing frenzy; her eyes glowed slightly and her head charged with thoughts of undying vengeance toward the blobs affronting her, but this time the area beneath her chin lit up and a normal function of her brain was pierced through before it could process correctly. The pain was not of consequence due to her numb fashion, but her intentions changed regardless. The twi'lekk giggled slightly with an odd countenance and the taskmasters' faces changed lightly to accommodate for the weird reaction. Both men turned their heads to meet each other's eyes with disturbing messages passing through them, but they pushed her still. One of the two ran off to join another team of slaves that were milling about, but the particular pudgy individual that she met and consequently almost stabbed stared back at the black Twi with disgust. "GET MOVING YOU LOUT" he barked with an emphasis bled by his whip. "MOVE!... We lost good time waking you up wastrel, now go take your place and push those stones" he indicated with a stressed layer of abuse laden instruction and an obese arm. Lallu looked in the direction indicated at the pitiful creatures she would be associating herself with and moved towards the crowd with a halfhearted pace. Their pallor was grave and their gazes felt strange upon the sides of Lallu's body, but with no real overt explanation or introductions, she began pushing, feeling her porous hands against the cold muddy rock. Her feet anchored as much as they could and her head pushed forward as the rest of her body tensed and proceeded at a good even pace. Her muscles flexed one by one and the flexibility of her physical conditioning came into check many times as she seemed to slacken at times between rocks. There was no reprieve from the constant barbs that slashed her will and pushed her over her own limits, but from her hate came a static retribution that soon discharged her will to fight back. Time grew callous in its waning integrity, but Lallu managed to find small things to entertain her wandering attention. To keep her body trained on where and how fast everything was going, her eyes wandered and followed the pathetic souls assigned in her huddle. One of them was a small girl of Zabrack origin, but her nubby little horns did little to slacken the girl's innocence. Lallu could see the horror filled expression and the deep troubles the girl adjacent to her felt as she pushed the stone along with her parents whose effort could be written across their entire sweat laden bodies. Seeing the slave inertly offered the Twi'lekk a small sense of empathy, but with an illusion passing over the small child, transforming her frail form into a black skinned youngster with long lekku, Lallu felt a great deal more attached to her than she had been before. Yes.... She reminds you of someone does she? However, when Lallu's thoughts strained her nostalgic retention, her body drew away from the rock for outside of a second. This may have seemed okay to her conscious ideals and comfort, but one moment, even one moment drawing breath, brought the whip to usher in another bout of barbed physical scarring as though it were anal retentive, forcing the Twi'lek's back into an all familiar arch. By now Lallu paid the whip's harsh tension little mind because Lallu, who had been whipped a three hundredth time, was still pushing as hard a she could. Granted, Lallu's efforts were of a significant difference than when she started, but she still managed. Given time though the others around her started to moan louder and louder, echoing their anguish off of the mud bowl's liquid walls, their aching joints drawing their pursuits in dire misdirection and pushing them to the ground in duress. Their lot is a weak one. Even the slaves with Lallu had begun to slack on their work, leaving the Twi'lekk to push almost alone and bear the punishment of them all. It wasn't her intention nor her desire to be the subject of so much derision, but her hate boiled infinitely higher as the slob continued his push behind her. "Try to stab me and see if I let you off the hook huh?" gasped the porkish master as he wobbled trying to catch up behind the lot. "What business would a female Twi have doing anything but work huh?" laughed the man with the whip as he approached Lallu in mid push to see her sweating brow. A clear line of muscles lay in the female's arms that surpassed that of the assailing male and although her compliance was tested with her collar, the Twi'lekk reached out and bit the right ear off of her taskmaster and spat it to the ground. The Twi'lek received a lavish fireworks display around her neck, but it did nothing except stop brain functions when that one had already come and gone. Then, as if nothing at all had happened, Lallu kept pushing the rock until it too was in place. The little girl who'd been watching the ordeal walked up to Lallu after their job was done and asked why she bit the man's ear off. and Lallu simply replied, "he deserved it..." The rotund master was rolling about on the muddy ground for a few minutes consumed in the sheer pain of it all, but as his lot was aligned with the Sith he could take the feeling when it came and recoiled from the blight in minutes, fire in his eyes. Lallu and the slaves with her were done with their first task and although her task master felt like ripping her head off, he just settled on whipping them more. "You bit off my GORAM EAR!!! you stupid Twi'lek wench! Now line up here you rotters and wait for your next orders." He called out to them within inches of their faces, "and as for you," he said with a rather nasty smile directed toward Lallu, "I'm going to enjoy watching you suffer..." Lallu's face lay unchanged and the grin that played across it was ever more menacing than the putrid counterpart that the man cooked up. She was looking forward to the day in which she could slaughter her taskmaster. The image was vivid in her mind and would occupy her until the next task was chosen...

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The time waiting for Jzora had begun to wane on the poor Black Twi'lekk as she once again found herself pouring her attention over a crude metal data pad; it preached lessons Lallu had already heard; the data pad looked and seemed the same as it had ever been, cold and lifeless. She grew tiresome of the teacher and when memories of his foul voice correcting her came to light she fantasized slitting the man's throat in a dark alleyway. However, the stiffness that built through days and days of waiting could keep Lallu no longer and as the dark one looked about Jzora's ship, she expressed signs of her weary vigil. The Twi'lekk's mouth spread wide in homage to her struggle, but no one was there to hear it. Her attempts at kissing up to a rather hospitable corrupter seemed futile in their misguided strain and the Twi'lekk's intentions led her out the steel doors and into a rather cold , but brisk Nabooian evening in her old red dancer clothes. The cold air bit upon her skin as she exited the craft, but it was far more welcoming than the rather grave inconsideration of another that bit upon her in quite another manner. To have been a part of Jzora's life and so crudely wrenched from it did not really hurt Lallu because as she walked about the streets her mind was already on other things. Now that a command of the basic language was not out of reach and her muscles were easily doubled in effectiveness, she seemed somewhat calm as her steps carried steadily upon the stone. Something was not of rest though as she made her way casually amongst the rather grand buildings of Theed, trying not to be seen. Hunger was heard through the cold darkness as large claws readied themselves in wait; hunger was smelled upon the revolting saliva that dripped from the alien's mouth; hunger could see through large yellow reptilian eyes. Something stirred in the darkness; swiftly the demon came, catching the Twi'lekk by surprise. Two rather large green scaly hands ripped her from her hiding spot and in seconds Lallu's mind had involuntarily submitted. The form of Lallu was sprawled about the floor, but she wasn't moving as the rather "hungry" Transdoshan picked Lallu up and headed for the nearest shuttle.

It had been days since her previous episode and slowly Lallu's mind was running out of options. She could feel her ready mind slipping from her, but even amongst the recesses of its escape she could find a vague thought to linger on to prevent what would surely have been a miserable if not strangely enjoyable thrash on the floor. The Black Twi'lek could feel herself pulsing with urges of mania, but in the days she was raving in madness, letting the crimson rage burst through her eyes, she had actually grown accustomed to the feeling. Her life had been strained since her last master and even then her sanity was only a small thread to break, but what had seemingly begun as a spiral into permanent lunacy, came to a sudden enjoyment at expressing her pain upon others. Inflicting pain upon other people and in turn receiving her undo punishment brought her joy and in a way helped to re-sew her unraveling mind like nothing else could. She could feel the tears of her target and the whip of her master as both the catalyst for her mental adversity, but at the same time a warm elixir, purging her body of the heinous seizures that she couldn't control. It was a feeling she couldn't really explain, but proved futile in the end when she once again joined the dirt on the ground in a draft of large seizures... Weeks passed by since Jzora had left Lallu to her own devices and not only had Lallu managed to somewhat perfect her speaking diction, but her body was in tremendous shape. At a point in her regiment Lallu had been out of things to use so she stretched her reach out of the ship a little to bring implements that could be used for her workouts. These things usually consisted of random pieces of machinery and other large metallic implements that she frequently left outside the ship so as not to bring wrath upon her when Jzora returned. Her muscles now, although still lean with an attractive dancer lure that was accustomed to her, rippled visibly in her now clean clothes. That seemed to be the only downside to Jzora's long trip however, aside from the actual absence of the woman herself, Lallu had to remove a foul odor that became apparent after a few days of being in the same clothes. She knew of what caused it, but until a few days ago she never really did anything about it. Now the black twi'lek smelled of that Nabooian plains around her and her clothes smelled fresh as she sat idly upon a random chair within the ship twiddling her thumbs in slight boredom.

Lallu breathed heavily, exasperated from what seemed like hours of exercising. Her chest rose and fell with steady tempo and her face, now flushed with the heat of her body, was emblazoned with a nice maroon shade. The twi'lek looked around quickly, her eyes fluttering about excitedly for no particular reason because no one was there. Lallu rolled steadily over onto her stomach, the cold solid of the metal pressing upon her abdomen. The warmth that had been stored within her began to chill like the cool motions of the wind over summer fields, but her empty pants brought her no further to resolve from this sweaty exasperation. Something tinged the edges of her consciousness though; a timid thought poked about in order to draw attention to it. Where's Jzora? The thought flit through her mind effortlessly, but still drew her to a sitting position. The marionette strings that guided her seemingly limp and sore body pulled her to a comfortable cross legged sitting stance. The Twi'lek looked about again with futility, for no one was within the ship she was left behind in. Lallu's curious nature drew her to the door, crawling on her hands and knees, but something begged her to stay. "If I-I leave there is no necessary way for Jzora to find me", Lallu muttered to herself, "but I am sure there are interesting things to do -- "EEEEEK!" came a shrill shriek from Lallu's mouth as she tumbled from her attempts at standing. Thoughts came pouring into her mind rapidly; giant, heavy drops of consciousness smashed brutally into her mind as her impulses ran wild. Shrewd sounds of giggling gurgled from her mouth as intermittent screams filled the cabin of the ship. She couldn't control her hands as they flailed about, taking the forms of familiar gestures and pushing away an invisible antagonist. Her legs followed suit as they shot about underneath her, forcing her back to the ground once more. Assailants of her past fueled her crazy rants; her eyes saw things of nightmare, but a crude pleasure brought mere laughter to these apparitions... Until finally the episode came to its climax in a fit of maniacal laughter, Lallu's head cranking violently in the air. Finally, darkness clouded Lallu's mind as her eyes closed and she retreated swiftly into slumber.

Curiosity, the blind ambition that fueled Lallu's mind as she walked around Jzora's ship admiring the internal structure of it all. Her mind had processed an hour worth of language practice, but wished to put more off til later. She could now at least semi-properly use the first person in speech however mumbled it may have sounded from time to time. Her mind pulsating with new knowledge locking out any new piece til it had rested... Meanwhile Lallu's eyes danced about the Durasteel grey color of the interior of the ship as well as all of its surfaces very carefully. From the somewhat grimy small tables or compartments to the upholstery of the cockpit seats she walked looking at anything and everything that caught her interest. Anything that caught her waiting eye and managed to maintain her attention for more then two seconds... However, such attention permitted very little persistent attention and implied that Lallu would once again find herself bored within the ship staring at the walls. "pfff..."Lallu sighed as she slumped slightly, but jerked up as she remembered to keep her back straight. That asinine lesson echoing through her head in her mother's drawl, still managed to make her skin crawl and put her on edge; the fact that her mother was dead didn't change that feeling and probably wouldn't... Lallu wandered the floor of the ship a little bit more until once again she sighed deeply. Her chest sagging, and her head slumping as she stood there miserably drenched in the ilk of boredom's company... However, as she stood there she perked her head up slowly as an idea flitted through her consciousness... "I could exercimize!" said Lallu excitedly as she fell to the floor in a keen push-up position and did 20 clapping push ups in a row. THen as quickly as she had fallen she pushed the floor as she rolled over to her back, raised her feet high into the air and then did 30 crunches with her feet pointed straight up. She continued this process using various items around the ship for support and adding/extracting exercises as she went to vary it up.

A few minutes after Jzora had left, Lallu lying awake draped in nothing but her ragged clothing, the black twi'lek sighed deeply already experiencing the plague of boredom that crept about when she could find nothing to entertain her thoughts. "What should Lallu do?" she said to herself with no real expected answer, her words reverberating off the durasteel ship walls of Jzora's ship... Lallu should learn gooder basic! A seemingly transparent host whispered into her ear, "That sounds like good idea, but how do Lallu do that?" the black twi'lek answered as if in conversation... Find something! The other voice replied back quickly with much enthusiasm as Lallu pushed herself up with both arms, lifting herself from the cold metal floor that had made a subtle imprint on her back. ”œBut where?”

Cold”¦ Cold abandonment”¦ It hurt; emotional pain. As a small girl sat upon the steps of a hovel waiting for nothing to come for her”¦ Tears rapidly streamed from her eyes as if tempted by invisible hands pricking her body. The visual blurred slightly as her tears seemingly rippled the visibility of everything. Each tear dribbling down, entering the dominant image, flushing away the picture with several watery colors of different consistency and opacity, wiping away all actual sight of pertinent hallucinations in place for surreal visualizations”¦ Words lingered”¦ Peace is lie... Passion... Strength ... Power... Victory... Chains are broken ... Force ... Free”¦ Free”¦ Free from the bonds of her sycophantic tormentors; free from the bonds of her woes and misery; free from the bonds of limitation and restriction”¦ Lallu's head swam with mystic smoke as she slowly but surely recovered from the heavy drug dose. Her mind was lit with all sort of frantic thoughts and chaotic emotions that ran wild as the drugs continued to run their course, but Lallu could at least perceive the vague world around her and how her setting had changed. Short synapse firing ushered a quick rush of cold feeling back into her skin; rapids of liquid cold rushing down her nerves, sending chills down her spine as she realized she was not only in what appeared to be a ship, but she was still in her varying degree of undress”¦ ”œWhere, Jzora go? Lallu is alone”¦”

CHARACTER SHEET Real Name: Lallunia Kallemi Nickname: Lallu, Kalli Age: 19.5 years Species: Twi'lekk Height: 5'2" in height Weight: (125lbs - muscles) Body Build: Athletic - acrobatic Hair: None - large lekku growing from her head Eyes: a deep ruby red Skin: a dark charcoal black with slight paler hues toward the face, hands, and feet areas. Skin Marks or deformities: She has a rather large scar on the back of her left shoulder that stretches from the top of her left shoulder to around the neighborhood of her right elbow. She also has an entire body tattoo - dark red in color... Sex: Female Homeworld: Coruscant Alignment: Evil - Masochist Clothing: She tends to wear dark red colors, but when she isn't working her wardrobe consists of plain clothes. When she is working she likes to wear black mesh and a dark red bikini top and bottom to match. Weapon: Her body is as much of a weapon as anything that she uses, but the only thing she is skilled at is dance; maybe she is also good at a few other odds and ends, but it is mostly dance where she chooses her practice. Force User - or force capable as it were... Inventory: She typically carries a comm and credits with her when she isn't working. Posessions: She wears a bejeweled necklace that her father gave her as a gift. (Nothing special about it - decoration) She of course also has her clothes, her credits, and her comm...

The look of hunger set across this newcomer's face had slightly unsettled Zythma, but ultimately she couldn't make out much as her head instinctively started to wriggle back and forth. She had a very strong neck and it could withstand much torture, but she had been held in the air for several hours now and her constitution was beginning to wear down. The gasping sensations emitting from her throat were merely an instinct and didn't translate expectantly to her face as it would on lesser beings. She wasn't a deity, and she wasn't even a demigod, but the pain didn't exist. Her brain translated the pain into something else, and as soon as her translation for the sensation became different, the cruel sensation of being strangled in the air moved to a pleasant yet interesting sensation similar to one caressing another's skin. The only thing she didn't like about it was the fact that she was in the air and couldn't feel the ground beneath her feet. Being a rather big person she had grown accustomed to the ground beneath her and as such, flying uncontrollably through the air was rather upsetting to her, so while the pain was bearable due to a weird perception translation. She was rather agitated mentally as to her current predicament. [sithTongue]"I really don't care too much as to your intentions right now new comer, I can only ask you to put me down for the moment,"[/sithTongue] Zythma said as she continued to wriggle...

Master? Zythma thought to herself still wrangled in the air... She had never really recalled having one before, but she did notice a few of the older generations hinting toward this practice... The question was should she really tell this new person she had no master? The look the newcomer was issuing towards her was rather unpleasant... Yet, something in the back of her head told her this was ok... (Sith tongue) No one, I am currently assigned to no given master... None of the people in my village have masters. A few of them hint at this practice in speech, but aside from the occasional word no they don't...(Sith tongue)

It was a sudden sensation that caught her by surprise. No one had ever actually succeeded in picking her up aside from her father, but what appeared to be a fairly average set woman was now levitating Zythma by her throat a few feet over the ground... The pain wasn't too sever due to Zythma's tough skin and flexible throat, but it still hurt to be held there in the air by it. However the pain merely translated into a feeling of deep enjoyment like the changing of a stream's current. How it bends and flows, eventually culminating in something truly enjoyable at the very end... This green woman knew powers she did not, this was certain, but what powers these were she did not know. Amongst her wriggling mass her robe fell off uncovering the entirety of her body not covered by the rags. Her rather large and muscular physique, which was balanced by how curvy she was and the pleasantness of her face, something not granted to most Massassi and this was mostly due to her human mother... her red eyes swiveled to try and make contact with her assailant's, but it wasn't as possible as she'd hoped, what with her being dangled in the air and all... "Who are you that deigns to approach me, your goddess?" She didn't have to struggle that much to speak, but her voice was rather raspy as it came out, due to the still existing grip... Zythma's common was still fairly fragmented due to the words she had studied and read, but she Sith well enough and could only hope that this newcomer did too... The Sith dialect moved quickly and nicely as it was her first learned language... (Sith tongue) I am Zythma of a local clan of Sith here on this planet. Well, not too local, I've been walking for quite a while... Who might you be, who are so powerful as you are?," Zythma said cocking an eyebrow at her assailant... Which mainly consisted of the twitching of a tentacle....(Sith tongue)

No one would really consider the massassi a graceful race, but Zythma would defy that logic as she made her way toward the newcomer. The newcomer appeared to be a head and a half shorter and really just in general a great deal smaller than Zythma... Zythma had a rather dense muscular physique and stood at about six feet tall. She had red tentacle like hair running down her head and some of her back, but surprisingly for something that looked vaguely monstrous she had softer skin than most Massassi and pleasant facial features that actually attracted a large amount of Male attention... Now, looking at this rather odd green creature Zythma found herself curiously sneaking to join her company. She had never really seen any off planet people, so seeing any sort of new race was different for her...

The hazy air of Korriban, although she was used to it by now, was still so annoyingly dreary that Zythma really didn't enjoy her walk at all. She was on her 10th day out living by herself trying to find a way off this rock when the sound of her own walking began to annoy her. Up and down and up and down... Left right left right... The rhythm of her feet began to fuel her hatred of this rock even more and as she walked she could only feel her resentment rise... By day 11, as she was passing through a canyon, Zythma began to blow chunks of the rock wall away with other rocks she picked off of the ground. This action lasted for several hours and she was about to go over and destroy the entire canyon wall through the sheer brute force of her body when she noticed something in the distance... Her hood blew over her face and masked it for a moment, but she gestured it away and took another look at the small dot off in the distance. It didn't appear to be a monster, and although it was moving it didn't look like anything she had seen on this planet so far.... That must mean it came from off planet! she thought hastily drawing herself under the cover of her hood and making her way to meet with this thing whatever it may be. She hadn't really come up with a way to get who or whatever this thing was to take her off planet, but she figured brute force would be there for her if all else failed... She didn't trust this thing to be any better than she was in moral character so although she approached the dot, she approached it slowly...