Disclaimer: Star Wars is not mine. I can partially take credit for the "ideas" hitting me at midnight when I'm supposed to be asleep, however.
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Author's Note: This story inspired by Star Wars: The Old Republic Female Smuggler perspective which this story is based, however, there will be references for the other classes. Some ideas also come from Expanded Universe lore, other SWTOR fanfiction, and the movies.
This is an alternate universe with the characters Skavak, Captain (a Twi'lek named Santi'miven/Santimi Ven/Santi), Corso Riggs, and more from the Imperial classes. See profile picture and profile for looks of character, if you are interested.
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Without further ado, here we go…
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Prologue-
Slavery was the fear of every Twi'lek, in particular the women. The Hutts used her species for dances, prostitutes, and would even kill the Twi'leks for pleasure. The Empire could be just as sadistic.
However, aliens did not far much better in the Republic either. Humans often shoved their way onto different planets and pushed the aliens out of their homes.
Taris had shown her this. She recalled how when she arrived on the broken, now blackwater planet to get the vault to Nok Drayen's treasures, she had been face to face to the ugliness of humans.
Deep down, Santi knew not all humans were like this. In fact, her new friend and companion that tagged along with her since her arrival on Ord Mantell and even Risha had begun to show her otherwise.
Yet, how did she end up here? A captive on a different ship with the dreams of riches blowing up in her face? How had the scoundrel actually manager to get the drop on her?
If there was one thing she would make Skavak regret was the day he decided to even think about messing up her life that day on Ord Mantell…