Tides of Time

by ElvenHeartOfSnow

A young girl's life was changed by war. She turned to the open hands of two Jedi warriors, who soon became Sith Lords. Since then, she has been trained under the Sith ways, but she suddenly breaks the chains to the destiny her new master has set before her, and she unknowingly meets up with a Jedi exile and a man who looks familiar to her, a man she thinks she knew as her trainer.

"Shot of Juma, and keep them coming, please."

The droid unit nodded and walked towards the drinks behind it. A shot glass is gently placed in front of me as I seat myself. "Thank you."

"Do you need anything else, madam?" the unit asked repeatedly tilting its head to the side.

"No, just keep the shots comin'." I slammed the glass on the counter upside down. From all that has happened in the past ten years of my tortured life, all I wanted was a cold drink. Although, the torture was brought on by myself and I was completely aware. I needed a drink. I needed a break. I needed escape.

The unit placed another glass filled with the strong drink in front of me. "Very well, madam. Whatever your need, I am here to serve." I raised my glass up to it and rested my head in my hand for a moment. I flashed it a small gentle grin and downed my drink, but savored its intense bite. The Juma burns and stings the back of my throat, yet somehow calms me instead of giving me pain. Perhaps with the harsh years I served, minor pain is numbing to me? It is no matter. I have gone through Hell and back, numerous times, so I am overdue for some pleasure.

Speaking of pleasure, the TSF wouldn't let me keep my armor, and gave me such uncomfortable, scratchy clothing to wear. They also took a hold of my supplies. They even had the nerve to take away what few credits I had. All I needed to do was to get my engine fixed up so I could leave this blasted planet. It would have been such an easy task for me, but they insisted I stayed a while longer. With the temper I have, I got myself in deep. I could never quite keep my emotions in check. "Another, please!" It's a damn good thing Revan found me. I would have made a horrible Jedi.