Callie

Callie took a deep breath and released it, scratching the back of her head. She looked the place over for a moment. "'Memory lane,' no kidding. It's been a really long time since I was last here. How about you?"

"Hey, if it's something you're interested in, I think I'm game." Callie looked at the man Bekka had pointed to, not ready to take no for an answer, if it came down to it. "What do you say, sir? Think you can handle another woman on whatever this little 'mission' of yours is?"

Callie laughed, leaning back and resting her hands behind her head. "I've been freelancing for a while now, going around here and there, nothing big to speak of." She winked at Bekka. "And you know I can't reveal my sources, Bekka. My sources are my way to a decent living!" She gave a wicked grin. "Let's just say I have my way of knowing some things. Nothing magic, but it works for me." She moved her hands and leaned forward, lowering her voice just a bit from her normal, rather loud and brash tones. "What I don't know is just what you're doing here. I just finished up a bit of work, myself, but you...mind telling me, just a hint, why you're here?"

As Callie sauntered into the cantina, she knew this was going to be the start of a wonderful day. She had already caused a couple good fights (and won them without a scratch), found out that she had one good bottle of Corellian Ale than she had originally thought, and discovered that a good friend of hers was currently in the area. She had heard that this friend was in the local cantina, and after dodging a few falling drunks and looking over the place, she found who she was looking for. "Bekka!" Callie pulled up her own seat at the table without asking anyone, and not caring if anyone said anything about it. She grinned and leaned forward, elbows on the table. "I heard you were somewhere around here. What's going on with you these days? You haven't called in..." Callie snorted. "Actually, you never called. How ya doing?"

Callie continued to serve the sith masters and stared at the one that had spoken to her... wasn't it odd that a sith would speak nicely to someone of my stature.

Callie bowed low to Master Raynuk, and went back to where she was standing. She awaited her next order.

Callie stiffened...while she did as she was told, she didn't always like it, she felt a wave of embarrassment as she remembered. Lowering her eyes, "Milord, it is not my place to think...I am here but to as I am told...no matter what I am told to do. The penalty of disobeying or even trying to argue or fight with a master is death. I dare not even worry about myself or whether to be afraid." She looked over at the Dark Lord again and then returned her gaze to the floor. "I am just a servant Milord...do you need anything that I could get for you?"

Callie looked him ... "No milord, I am here to serve...it is just ... my masters never spoke to me, only at me." She tried to look less uneasy about this...but it was something that never happened before.

Callie looked around to make sure he was speaking to her..."Um, I was born into it..." She withdrew the glass, and waited to be dismissed. She was not used to being spoken to by her masters, and she was a bit uncomfortable with it.

Callie stiffened as she heard the whispering...and proceeded to pour the sith a drink. She stopped as she saw the other sith speaking to him and waited out of ear shot so as not to be eavesdropping. Handing the drink to Horus, she looked at the other sith and responded to him quickly, quietly and directly... "I am called Callie, milord, may I pour you a drink, sir?"

Callie was handed a printout of a message for Faust and proceeded to take it to him...Bowing low...she handed it to him and backed away.

Callie brought Blckclone a cup of wine and went back to her spot against the wall.

Callie saw the slave across the room die and backed up a bit further. She tried to not make a sound.

Callie composed herself and straightened her clothes up and went back out to the throne room to serve whomever wanted wine. She stayed as far away from the Dark Lord as possible.

Callie's mouth dropped open and she looked behind her. There was no one there and she realized he was talking to her. Suddenly he grabbed her wrist and dragged her into another room. Looking up at the man, she did as she was told...

The ship carrying the slaves lands at the Sith Academy and they are herded off and sent to the slave quarters where they are assigned they jobs. Getting assigned to the kitchen, Callie goes there directly and begins to work. Dressed in tattered rags, and her hair pulled back the chef orders Callie to take the Dark Lord his wine. Carefully carrying the carafe' of wine and the glass, she makes her way to the throne room to serve Lord Ar-Phatrazon. She stood out of the way until called for,

Setting the coordinates for Correllia, Callie sat back and threw the hyperdrive. Not knowing that there was a gas leak (yes she used compressed gas) the ship exploded into a million tiny pieces and Callie was no more. Don't fly ships that have not been repaired yet.

Real Name: Callie Johnson Nickname: Callie Age: 21 Species: Human Height: 5'3" Weight: 105 lbs Hair: brown Eyes: brown Sex: female Homeworld: Correllia Alignment: neutral Clothing: Maids uniform, light blue, with and apron, and a name tag with name on it. Her hair is pulled up into a ponytail. Weapon: Broom and dust pan Non-Force User Inventory: duster, broom, cleaning cart, windex, rags etc. Posessions: none/Corsec office