It was Coruscant where they first met. She had been fighting a group of riff raff trying to steal from her small store when he and his army of white tin cans had suddenly stopped in their tracks whilst passing the scuffle. Momentarily distracted by the sight, one of the thieves managed to their knife into her side.
"MOTHERFUCKER" Tulyp screamed grabbing onto the weapon and pulling it out. She was beyond furious now. "You know I was just gonna call the cops on you but that'd be too kind for you". Who the hell went this far to steal from a bloody fruit shop anyways? Were a bunch of melons really worth killing for? The food shortage in the city must be really taking its toll.
Aiming her blaster Tulyp shot one of the thieves between the eyes.
"Who's next?"
She had completely forgotten about her audience, the all too familiar adrenaline spurring her to take down another two opponents, using the dead body of one to shield against another knife attack. This group couldn't afford nor steal better weapons it seemed. A pity really, it wasn't a fair fight - there's no fun in that.
Shooting down the last offender, Tulyp looked around, blinking back into the real world. A little crowd had formed but quickly dispersed now the entertainment had finished. Murder was as common on Coruscant as the elder apples she sold. Well at least in her district.
She started to register the pain and blood loss in her side now as the adrenaline wore off. Sweat pooled at her brow as she applied pressure to her side.
Before she could treat the wound Tulyp locked onto the stormtroopers nearby. The one dressed in black was staring at her. At least she thought it was under that mask. Not a stormtrooper she realised, he had a cloak. Or maybe it was a stormtrooper with a fashion sense. Suddenly he stretched out his hand towards her and she was flying towards him. Looking back at it now, her feet were only an inch off the ground but Tulyp knew it would be the closest to flying she'd ever feel.
Stopping right before him he threw her to her knees. And now she couldn't move.
A force user it seemed, and a strong one at that. A force user dressed all in black, with a mask, surrounded by stormtroopers. Was he some Darth Vader wannabe?
Then Tulyp remembered what she had clipped to her belt and realised too late as he reached down to grab it, examining the hilt.
"Now what would scum like you need a lightsaber for?"