Freedom of the Stars
Chapter 1
"This is my story"

When I was just 13 I was on a spaceship, my families' that might have one day been mine. We were going to the planet of Naboo, since my mother had grown up there. Me and my siblings were fighting, as usual, when the most unusual thing of my life had happened, we were attacked by pirates. I still see it in my dreams, quite frequently. They weren't just any pirates, They were slavers. Slavers are usually in the market for young teenagers, ready to be sold into bondage. Occasionally they would take young children, but only if they were doing poorly in the business.
I remember the fear that flooded into my heart when mom and dad shooed us children into the storage compartments, using those voices they only use in emergencies. I, as the oldest, shoved my sisters into the closet first. I remember the creepy calm that took over when I first realized that the closet could only hold two. There were two closets. I knew mom and dad didn't realize this yet. I can't remember what I had been thinking, I'm not sure I was, it was as if someone was doing the thinking for me. I told them rationally that they should get into the other compartment. I told them I knew that the other compartment would be perfectly inconspicuous, but theirs I wasn't sure about. So they got in, at my request and were perfectly still. I pretended to look at it critically, speaking aloud false musings about how the pirates might see it. While I did that I grabbed a "toy timer" out of mom's bag. It was a lock she would use for grounding of objects. She would set the time we could use it again and then lock up the toy or whatever with it.
It was a stroke of genius, if I can take credit for it. I locked mom and dad inside their closet, then my sisters. They were safe and couldn't come to my "rescue", which would only result in them getting hurt, at the time I couldn't even think to myself that they might be killed. I had every intention of hiding, really. I wasn't really going to play hero and get myself enslaved. ... Except that the Slavers broke through the door seal more quickly than I thought they would. I remember the blue arc of a stun ray and then there was nothing.
I was a stubborn slave; I'm not the kind who likes to get bossed around. I was passed from master to master as I tried to contact my family or escape, somehow. When I turned fourteen I finally figured out that I had a little talent with the force. Not enough to have been recognized by the Jedi temple when I was born, but enough that, if it was discovered, I would be put under higher guard and sold for higher prices. On my half-birthday, my family had always celebrated birthdays and half-birthdays, I was sold for the 18th time, and this time to a wealthy merchant on a planet I had never heard of before, Iosis. There the wealthy had many slaves, so many that if an honored guest came he or she would have her pick of slaves to serve them and maybe get to keep one, if they were wealthy enough to "thank" the owner with a gift in return, in some cases. My new master, Wendo Kalareem, lived for the slave trade. He was a man who had hundreds of slaves. Most were beautiful women, ranging from 13- to their late twenties. Once they became unfavorably looking he would usually grant them a husband from his stash of male slaves. He had quite a few of them, too.
That is where my story really begins: In the Kalareem mansion on Iosis, when we received our most interesting visitors ever.