Lower levels, Coruscant. (0 ATC)

This day was the day everything changed. Tialla didn't know that by then, of course, but it still was. All of Coruscant was in chaos, everywhere you looked. Tialla closed her eyes as she heard the screams of her mother and father. She quickly opened her eyes, when she felt someone tugging at her left arm. "Leave me alone!" She screamed, and tried to pull away. Tialla saw the thugs expression change from a sly smile to an angry frown, and then the thug said, "no, you're coming with us," and tightened their grasp on her arm.

A few hours, or maybe days, Tialla didn't know, later, she slowly opened her eyes, first just seeing distorted shapes, but then, once her vision had cleared, she saw grey everywhere. First she thought she was hallucinating, but then she realized it as real. My... my parents are dead, everyone else I care about are probably too. And now, now I'm in prison. The shock hit her as if someone had thrown an entire skyscraper on her. Tialla struggled to breathe, and felt herself drifting into unconsciousness. Must fight against it, otherwise they died for nothing. Shemanaged to stay conscious, and took several deep breaths to calm herself. Tialla fought hard against the tears, but they won this time. She couldn't help but to get angry, at everything and everyone. Those blasted jedi, they only care about themselves and those other force nonsense people! They do nothing for civilians, civilians like-like I used to be. She drifted into sleep again, and this time, she couldn't fight it.

Thud, Thud, Thud. Tialla instantly snapped awake. Someone was banging on the door to what she assumed, was a -no, her- prison cell. "Stop!" she tried to scream, but it sounded like an silent whisper. So, knowing talking wouldn't do her any good, she stood up and walked towards the door, and then she hit it with her left hand as hard as could. Bang!, she had to put her hands over her ears to stop the constant ringing. The banging stopped, and she heard a few people speak, in huttese it seemed, Tialla wasn't sure. She went back to her prison bench, and noticed how much her hand hurt. You shouldn't do such things, you're fragile physically anyways. You're omwati. She tried to deny it, but it was true, and she knew that. Someone entered the cell a few minutes later. "You have two choices, either, you become one of us, or you die." The person, who she could make out was a human male. "Who are us?" Tialla asked, weakly. The man considered whether he should answer or not for a few, she didn't know, maybe half a minute? Eventually he raised his voice again. "The Black Sun." Right when he finished that sentence, the world went completely black, and she drifted into unconsciousness, again.

Imperial Intelligence headquarters, Dromund Kaas. (0 ATC)

Cari was afraid, of being discovered, possibly beheaded, for things she had no decision in. It was the republic that had taken her and her siblings, not they who had chosen the republic. She swallowed the growing lump in her throat, and cautiously started walking. Her red eyes scanned the headquarters, it was typical imperial design, and the walls were a grayish black. Where is Coval? She thought, and started worrying again. I hope it's nothing.

Coval looked around himself, his expression easily betraying his emotions, at least he'd never claimed to have a good sabacc face. A watcher, or, maybe a fixer, noticed his distress, and made their way up to him. "Are you okay?" The voice was one of a female's, and, as usual, she was a human. Her accent was a typical imperial one, not that it surprised him. "I'm fine, uh, sir?" He blurted out, well, he was known to be awkward. She nodded and walked away, not seeming to mind his hesitancy. Coval started walking towards, what was from his position, an exit, but for many, an entrance. Most of the people at intelligence were humans, but there were some non-humans, like him. His red eyes, looked over the many people in the citadel. Not very far away, he saw a familiar blue face looking as -if not more- stressed and worried than he was. Cari! His heart skipped a beat when he saw his older sister, the only other of her siblings still, well, kind of loyal. Cami was force sensitive, and he presumed she was being trained by the Jedi. He presumed Cas and Caron were either smugglers or bounty hunters, or something similar. When she saw him, her expression instantly eased, and she had a smile when she began walking towards him. "Little brother!" she exclaimed, and, as she usually did, ruffed his hair with her hand. "I was just thinking about you," she flashed a reassuring smile to him. "Me too," he said.

Lower promenade, Nar Shaddaa. (0 ATC)
Ei'aa stood cautiously against a building, waiting for her two older siblings to return. They where doing an errand for some Hutt, she couldn't remember his name, but it wasn't like she cared anyways. After a few minutes, Xicca and Sylarel were approaching her, both had large grins on their faces. "Did it go well?" Ei'aa asked, already knowing the answer. Sylarel nodded before Xicca could speak, and she gave him an angry glare. For a moment she thought about her two cousins. I haven't seen them since we left Mirial, I wonder what they are doing right now.

Xicca gave Sylarel a do that again and you're dead look, but, as usual, he just ignored it. Sometimes -most of the time- she hated her younger brother. Not only was he annoying, but he also did something that she hated, interrupting her. Ei'aa was a bit annoying, but she was rather quiet most of the time, and sometimes, could prove quite useful, but the draw back was, she was only 9 years old. However little both her and her brother cared about anything, they had swore to keep her out of harms way. "It's late, no more jobs for today," Xicca decided. However hard they had it, they weren't that desperate. "Where are we going to spend the night?" Ei'aa asked her, curiously. "At a casino or something, I guess." Sylarel cut in, instead of letting her reply. She glared at him again, and, as usual, he flashed her a cheesy grin. If they had a ship, she would have flushed him out of the airlock at any given moment, without a seconds hesitation.

(A/N: LONGEST THING I'VE EVER WRITTEN O SHEET. ALSO, IS IT GOOD?)