Akay shut the door with his foot, entering his parent's apartment on Nar Shaddaa. He'd never had a solid relationship with his Miraluka father, Jerik Bendar who was of an average build, and had short hair with a small angled goatee. Akay had only a good relationship with his Mirialan mother and Zabrak sister. Oddly he and his sister shared the same biological parents but for unknown reasons were different. His father worked for the Sith a long time ago, working for a pureblood descent.
Entering the main section of the house, he noticed his mother weeping with her hands on her face, while his father stood behind her with his hands on her shoulders. Gradually walking into the room his mother looked up, running to embrace him. Holding her tightly she sobbed into his flight jacket. Looking at his father his head remained down. "Sir?" Akay said.
"Akay. We have just received news, terrible and haunting news. Your sister was en route for the Jedi Academy as you are well aware of. While the civilian bus was docking they were boarded by Slavers your sister being taken, since they found no bodies on board the ship."
Straining at the news, Akay let go off his mother clenching his fists. "And you just stay here and do nothing. You're pathetic. My sister is out there, while you sit here and whittle you thumbs! You worthless sleemo! You are one helluva of a Jedi."
"Watch your tone-"
"Screw you, I'm leaving. My sister is out there alone." Opening the door Akay turned around. "You always hated her, trying to be rid us of her at any moment. Remember those thugs you hired, the Doro's brothers, they wanted to see you." Akay said tossing a bad of heads into the apartment. "Too bad I met them first." Akay said exiting the apartment.
Furious about the news, he ran to the small landing pad of his parent's apartment complex. On the landing pad was his small star fighter, Blackhawk. Approaching the fighter, his droid, R3-77 opened the small cockpit. Jumping inside his mother ran towards him. "Akay, wait!" She shouted. Thumbing his engines off he waited patiently in his seat. "How will you find her?"
"It's not hard mother. All slavers go to one place to sell. That place is the hellhole of the galaxy. Hutta, the worst part about it I'll have to buy her back or shoot everyone there to get her."
Pausing for a moment his mother pulled out a small card. "It is your father and I's credits. It should be enough to buy her back, well over three million."
"I'll be back shortly mother, just stay safe and make sure that sleemo doesn't try to kill me or her." Opening her mouth to reply he shut the canopy and started the engines. Slowly lifting off the ground he raised his hand, waving farewell to his mother before he throttled the fighter forward.
Flying gently through the tight buildings of Nar Shaddaa, Akay maneuvered his fighter performing flips and barrel rolls for a few children he saw. Below him he saw the poor district, which had many and ill people never to be treated but to suffer severely before dying of a painful, long aggravated disease. Casting his thoughts away, he noticed he had left the atmosphere of Nar Shaddaa. Lucky enough Akay was one of few fighters to have a hyperspace engine installed, which he did himself. Tapping the buttons, the ship realigned itself, an shot off. Checking all the gauges to make sure the fighter was running correctly he rested his head, drifting off to sleep.
Opening his eyes, Akay looked around the cabin of his fighter. Still in hyperspace he had been asleep several hours. Waiting for a few more minutes, his fighter came to a sudden stop, arriving at Hutta. Turning his throttles towards the planet, he flanked left hard until a incoming comm. frequency crackled to life. "State you business." The manly voice stated.
"Browsing, I plan on purchasing a slave for my Uncle's birthday. He loves lap dances. Akay lied. Waiting a few moments the comm. chattered back online. "Cleared for docking, please approach." Throttling down to the planet's surface, Akay landed the fighter smoothly. Looking back at his droid he walked close to it. "Keep everything safe; wait in the atmosphere until I hail you." Beeping in response the fighter left the landing pad. Breathing deeply Akay was one step closer to his sister, now all he had to do was figure out where she was.
Jogging through the thickly crowded streets of Hutta, Akay found a large emporium for Slave purchasing. Entering the large building slavers were chuckling downing drinks or enjoying death sticks, walking towards one of the slavers who kept records of slaves being bought and brought in Akay leaned against the desk. "Say, do you have any female Mirialan's? My Uncle has a birthday coming up and he has a real big fetish for Mirialans."
"A moment sir." Quickly tapping several keys, a large list was pulled up, scanning through the various names he flicked the screen off and looked back at Akay. "Yes we have several Zabrak's currently but you'll have to wait until they are shown unless you'd like to pay for a private viewing."
"And how much would it be exactly for a private viewing?"
"Depends but for a slaver like you make it a quarter of a million and your in."
"Deal." Akay said. "Make sure you only take that much, if you rip me off I'll be leaving with your head."
Chuckling the man responded. "In that case sir, I'll drop the price. Follow me." Pacing behind the man he opened a secluded door, leading Akay to a small chamber. Sitting down on a comfy seat the man hailed what must have been another slaver. "Bring down the Mirialan women, we have a private viewer." Without much delay a line of Mirialan women appeared, Akay was glad that it was a one way viewing screen that way his sister wouldn't give him away. Scanning for a moment, he saw her. Making sure not to be obvious he continued to browse but finally made his decision."I'll take her." he said pointing to his sister.
The man quickly told the Slaver which one and turned to Akay. "Just a moment, we will bring her in here for you than you may pay and leave." Waiting for his sister to enter the room, when she saw him she remained quiet and not reacting whatsoever handing the credits over the man handed him his sister. "Thank you for your business." Akay said leaving the room. Guiding his sister outside, her shabby see through clothes nagged at Akay, along with how thin she had become, her rib cage protruding along with her collarbones which made Akay wonder how long she had actually been captured.
"Kyriina, are you okay?" Akay asked as he led her to the landing pad. Mumbling she fell to her knees, eyes rolling in the back of her head. Cursing several times he called for R3-77 to bring the fighter. Watching the fighter slowly descend, another fighter came out of nowhere flying straight into his fighter, leaping behind cover with Kyriina. Picking her up, he quickly raced down to a nearby dock looking for one big enough Akay found one, the name was excellent as well, The Black Falcon.
Making sure that the coast was clear, he ran up the ramp into the ship. Lying Kyriina down on top of the medbay table he made sure no one else was inside the ship. Entering the cockpit after he checked the entirety of the ship, he hacked into the ship, thumbed several buttons and the large ship began to lift off. Grabbing the throttles he quickly maneuvered it out of Hutta, with skiffs of blaster fire hitting the sides. Reaching the edge of the atmosphere he keyed in the coordinates for Nar Shaddaa, leaving Hutta in his dust.
To Akay it seemed only seconds had passed when he finally reached Nar Shaddaa, agilely flying through the clustered sectors once again until he gracefully landed the Falcon down on the landing platform of his parent's apartment. He thought it would be appropriate and the only real place for his sister to recover. Luckily she had made a large recovery during hyperspace, now able to walk on her own but her speech was still slurred.
Meeting her by the ramp, he threw his flight jacket over her thin frame also wrapping his arm around her. Together they walked down the ramp and with great care walked to the apartment. Entering the code, the door slowly slid open. His father nowhere to be seen, he walked Kyriina over to the large couch. As she sat down his mother had walked down the stairs, taking the scene over for a moment she rushed over a hugged Akay. For a brief moment Akay felt what must be affection but realized his sister was the one in need of care. Releasing his mother she went to his sisters side just as his father walked down.
"I see you found her, beginners luck."
"Maybe if you weren't so wrapped up in irrelevant history, you may actually learn something father. I've been a smuggler for since I was ten. I'm eighteen if you've kept track, I know many things you do not."
"Is that so! What is it you really know?"
"Well let's start with the worst thing, I know that ever since me and my sister were born that you wanted a Jedi but not just any Jedi a Mirialian or Mirialuka Jedi, but instead you have a smuggler human son."
"Watch were you tread boy, you think you are superior-"
Drawing his lightsaber his father pointed as Akay's throat. "Let us." Akay said drawing his blaster. Within seconds Akay dodged the viridian blade, rolling to the side fired several shots, impacting his father's chest, when an invisible force threw him from the room tumbling off the balcony. His mother rose trying to reach his father whom used the Force and threw her against the wall, along with his sister. Reaching the edge of the balcony, he peered over when Akay blasted him in the face, falling limp on the balcony.
Pulling himself up off the balcony, Akay nearly fell off again when he saw his father or what once his father was. Lying on the balcony was a robotic human, a cyborg, and where Akay had shot was a large mechanical face. Without thinking he raced up the stairs, to have his heart drop. Lying on his father's bed was the skinned, muscle mass he knew once as his father. Kneeling next to his father, he offered a quick prayer most Jedi's offer to the dead.
Walking back down the stairs, he removed his father's lightsaber from the dead corpse of the cyborg, pushing it of his balcony as well. Akay walked towards his mother, who was kneeling over his sister. When she had been thrown against the wall she had impacted a large glass picture, now she was lying on a pile of glass bleeding horrifically. Picking her up, he raced to his newly acquired ship, with his mother quickly behind him.
Flying through the crowded streets of Nar Shaddaa Akay's heart was racing to get to the medical facility. Skillfully dodging incoming traffic he landed with a large thump on the medical facility's Emergency Ramp. Picking his sister up he rushed her into the hospital. "Help, quick!" Akay screamed as he ran into the facility. Seeing the situation the doctors immediately had her carried away, placing her in a kolto tank. Following behind his mother, he watched for a moment as they prepared to conduct the surgery to remove the glass.
"Nothing can prepare you for this Akay. It isn't your fault." His mother said. When she turned around, Akay was gone never having heard what she had said. Running out to the landing pad, his mother watched as the Black Falcon left Nar Shaddaa en route for Tatooine.

Sweeping his boots through the thick sand, Akay traveled into the small cantina on Tatooine. He had grown a large beard, having changed his appearance since his fake death. Sitting in one of the booths he ordered his newly favored drink Mandalorian Black Ale. Waiting for the waitress he scanned his environment, checking for any threats when he noticed a Mirialan women enter the bar. Pulling his cowl up over his face he huddled over his ale waiting for her to turn. As she did so his heart sunk, his sister, no doubt looking for him. Standing up he quickly left the bar, when he heard shouting, her voice.
"Hey you!" Kyriina said.
Turning into a dark alley he hid in the shadows. Slowly she entered the alley, when she ignited a long orange beam. Without thinking he quickly ran, scrambled up a nearby wall and began jumping roof to roof. He had become accustom to the sandy structures of the building, while she slipped each time she landed on the next roof. Reaching the edge of the buildings, he leapt of soaring briefly through the air he landed, bending his knees he finished in a roll. Standing up he walked into his ship activate the launch sequence. By the time she arrived he was preparing to leave when Akay noticed a black figure, igniting a red beam. Cursing at his stupidity, he hit the landing codes, his sister already engaged in battle. Ever since he had taken his father's he had been practicing with it, making him a deadly opponent.
Leaping off the landing ramp, he rolled ignited his lightsaber, and caught the enemy's ruby blade, inches above his sister's body. Under the cowl of his enemy his saw a quick smirk. Beginning to open his palm, Akay kicked him hard in the chest. Standing up the two circled around each other. Twirling his blade the two engaged in combat, parry several horrifically sloppy attacks Akay switched up the fighting. Using his own made lightsaber technique the he gracefully moved, his enemy not expecting his sudden change. Locking the lightsabers, Akay rolled to the side slicing his opponent's leg. Falling to the ground, he clutched at the cauterized wound. Disengaging his lightsaber Akay walked towards his sister when he heard the familiar hum of a thrown lightsaber. Ducking Akay stood back up catching the lightsaber, watching the life drain from his opponent. Feeling no regret he slashed his throat.
Carrying his sister inside he left Tatooine.
"Akay?"
"Kyriina how was it you found me and what is it that you want. I already know that you are a Jedi."
"Mother had been taking by slavers."
Shocked at the news he swiveled in his seat. "Then where shall we start?"

It was quiet on the Slave Station, Hades which was surprising, usually one would expect the commotion of fighting over minuet portions for food or a weapon but the reason was from the recent torture, the one believed to be a Jedi, had been taken in and for hours had been tortured. Finishing the three slavers came out mumbling how they weren't able to acquire any information from her, dragging her out by her hair. Throwing her on the ground she was shaking violently, several deep cuts freshly adorning her back, including her face as well. Mirialan women out of nowhere came over to her side and picked her up, dragging her to the small cargo container she had made her house.
Placing her on the ground she pulled out a plasma cutter, the only way to cauterize the wounds and to make sure no infections would kill her. Looking at her the Jedi grabbed her wrist, taking several breaths to steady herself before she spoke, "Wait…I can…do it." She said grabbing hold of the cutter. "Are you sure?" the women asked. "Yes." For a long time she seared the wounds shut barely handling the pain. Once she finished she fell to the ground, shaking. Placing a rough blanket over her the Mirialan women left the complex.
Without thinking Akay blasted full speed towards the Hades Complex His sister strapped tightly into the passenger seat, as enemy fighters tried to take him out, spinning the Falcon he aimed towards the Hangar, which was slowly being shut. Pressing the throttles forwards, he rammed through the closing hangar skittering through crashing through several walls before completely stopping.
Exiting through the ramp his sister took the lead since she would be able to sense their mother. Traveling through the corridors Akay sliced through several slavers, until they reached the small hidden life complex were KYriin gave him the look. Flipping his lightsaber he cut through the glass, below them was at least a twenty foot drop. Not thinking twice Akay leapt off the window seal, landing in a crouching the fall stung his feet. Running through the crowd thick with slavers he slashed wildly cutting down any of them that got in his way, his sister was behind him, cutting down the few him may miss. Reaching the end he saw his mother in the complex with a strange woman. Grabbing his mother he told his sister to take her to the Falcon.
Turning back to get the other woman Akay cut his way through several thick groups of guards, until it became too thick for him to cut down all of them. Removing the thought he continued trying and trying until he was certain it was impossible. Retreating to the Falcon he ran up the ramp just as a rogue blaster shot hit him in the back, his sister catching his limp body.