Prolog:
In all her life Allia had never been in this situation before. Her skin felt cold and wet. Just a few hours earlier she was sitting on Pantora. Now she was sitting in a strange ship, feeling cold and alone.
As Allia sat there, she could hear their boots smashing into the cold metal. One of them drew close to her and crouched down, examining her with his deep irises, his face was very square-like and he wore a strange looking cloak. Allia's eyes widened as memories rushed back into her mind.
"Slaver!" Allia shouted in her language. The mans face scrunched up as he tried to translate the dialog, then shook his head and stood back up.
"Looks like we caught a Pantoran." He yelled towards one end of the ship, was it the front? Allia couldn't be sure.
"What's your name" He asked, smiling down at her and extending a hand to help her up. Allia ignored the guested and stood up herself, She barely came up to his chest.
"Independence wont get you far where your going." He said with a smirk growing across his face. Then grabbed her wrist and dragged her into a dark room. She stumbled around awkwardly. Then some sort of fabric was shoved into her arms.
"Put this on, Now" His gruff voice shook the dark room, and she felt tiny in comparison. Allia quickly shoved on the outfit not even caring what it was. After she was done the man dragged her out and moved to the other end of the ship, shoving her down against other girls, all chained together.
She could see many different races sitting around, all wearing the same outfit she was. The "cloths" could only be compared to rags. and they weren't even granted shoes. Sighing she sat down next to a young twi'lek who looked at her with big scared eyes.
It was all Allia could do to keep from crying. She felt alone and she didn't know when she would ever see the snowy planet she called home again.