Part 1
A yellow skinned twi'lek sits on a slimy throne. She hides her fear from the blue Hutt that sits just a meter away from her. She pulls a loose part of her outfit over her over exposed chest trying to better cover up herself. She is smaller than most, very skinny. And certainly lacks the proportions that most dancers would have. But however weak her body is, that is not the case with her spirit. She looks upon the dancer swaying seductively on the dance floor just in front of her. She will not be like this dancer. She will not conform.
Journal entry 12:
Long drawn out Huttnese and hot breath found its way to my ears. A shiver came up my spine as a slimy hand that was pressed against the small of my back began to slide to my bottom. I kept my breathing light as the dark yellow eyes of the Hutt gazed into mine with a dangerous undertone. I have never been more scared in all my life.
Apparently the dance I had given him wasn't enough to please his ever growing appetite for them. The basic forms will no longer do. I will have to try more advanced and sucutive forms and moves if I am to survive.
-Not dated.
Ayya was a young twi'lek, no older than ten years of age when she turned to dance. In 14 BBY she began to work on basic and simple forms while living with her single mother and five sisters on the planet of Coruscant. He two older sisters had joined her mother in working at a shady nightclub called "the Bantha's Back" located on the lower sections. Her older sister taught her at first. Telling her if she wanted to one day help the family she would have to one day dance at the club.
The Bantha's Back (or BB's) was owned by an old trader from the Hutt occupied planet of Tatooine. Many of the patrons there came to 'experience' the sort of club that one would find on that planet. It was filled with many popular light shows and served drinks that were very common and arguably invented on the planet.
Inarah, Ayya's mother, worked there until she was 56 when she suddenly died after her lekku seized up and caused major brain damaged. After the shock wore off the sisters made the decision to move the orphaned family to Tatooine with the help of the club's owner. He sold them a small plot of land for half the price he bought it for on the outskirts of a small town.
When they had arrived Ming, Serra, the two eldest, would leave for a week to spend at a major city to continue their trade as dancers. Their mistake was thinking that all the people of Tatooine were as nice as the BB's owner, they were mistaken. During this time Ayya would dance for hours on end, making her hope of supporting her family a reality.
Years past and Serra, the oldest has married a young spacer and left her family behind. Ming still worked as a dancer but she needed a now sixteen year old Ayya, and fourteen year old Mia to help her make the money. The dancer outfit she used was Serra's old one. It would have been tight if Ayya had the same figure as her fit older sister had. It would flop and flail around at the loose cuffs and the fishnet covering around her chest would sometimes fall too low for her taste.
She personally hated dancing. She was more into writing and reading. She grew up on stories of the jedi. People who gave their lives protecting those people who couldn't do it themselves. She couldn't bring herself to believe that the empire had wiped out all of them. Their had to be some left. Some who could still fight for those who couldn't fight themselves. She was waiting for some kind of hero to come and sweep her off her feet. It never came.
