-CHAPTER ONE-
My father was a strong man. He had been a servant of Gardulla the Hutt before I was even a glimmer in his eye. He had Jedi potential. He was 19 when he was doing this. He was one of the "wicked" 20 who had left the Jedi order for other pursuits.
He was at a medium build, 5'9". He has eyes the color of the Nubian Seas. His hair was ray by the time I knew him. I remember calling him Daddy. I really had known no other derisions of the work. He called me a mixture of things, but never Asenath that I can recall…except once… he was livid.
I have no memory of my mother figure. I assume that is where I get my hair and eyes from. I do have my father's facial structure. According to him, I looked like his mom.
I was born a hearing child. My mother died giving birth to me. I have seen the hospital records. He had massive bleeding, and a small pelvis. All the bad medical history caught up with her. She had been a small woman anyway
I was born on Naboo. My hearing was taken away from me by a driver on Tatooine. I had an ear infection, and that loud noise irritated my ear workings to the point of deafness.
My dad had told me hundreds of times about Anakin Skywalker winning the Boonta Eve pod-race years before. He and my mother had me when he was 71. He was training me as a youngling, but decided for my fourth birthday to take me to the Boonta Eve pod-race…the last loud noises I would ever hear. While leaving, some guy leaving a cantina in MOs Eisley, decided to drive while full of booze. He hit my father. My young ears were damaged by the noise. I could hear most, then some, then little, then none. But the crews could do nothing to save my father. The images of his smashed body still haunt me to the core. He had been laughing. Then, the light in his eyes was gone.
I was given to the custody of Decca the Hutt. That is, until Gardulla showed up and claimed me. In these years, I can access the records, which state: The girl's father died in my service, Therefore, the girl belongs to me.
I want to tell you-Decca wanted to keep me. She wanted to have me bred in her court as a personal chamber servant for male visitors. Gardulla argued her point. Because she controlled Decca's slaves, she won. She is their reason; after all, she has so many slaves in her Palace.
Let me say Hutts are not the only oily on the outside, but on the inside as well. They oil everything. They don't mind their own slime, either. Gardulla was a hard master/mistress…whatever the proper term may be. She was controlling, pompous, brutal, violent-need I go on? She controlled the slave trade Decca, her sister, controlled the pirates, mercenaries, and bounty hunters/hit men after Jabba's unfortunate demise (at the hand of Leia Skywalker Organa). Ziro the Hutt, a closed associate, was a loan shark…and controlled the banks and other money affairs. You see, he was…one of the oiliest. I was one who the Hutts would fight over. Ziro wanted me for a distraction, Gardulla wanted cheap labor, and Decca wanted a sensual slave. Needless to say, Gardulla always won. She controlled their slaves, and could take them away if she chose, and resell them. She had done that before, she could do it again.
When she had taken me to her palace, I learned my duties in a matter of hours. She followed me. The other servant, I think her name was Lela, showed me my tasks. If I copied her poorly, Gardulla would whack me on the head and back with a gimer stick, numerous times. I learned from that. (Remember, I was deaf and couldn't learn from verbal repremandation).
I performed these duties day…after day…after day. Until I turned six. I knew my birthday was in 26 ABY. I knew I was born on Primeday in the ninth month of the Galactic Calendar. But I knew not the day. I appointed myself the 35th day of that month. To a five-year-old, it was important. If you were lucky enough to know your birthday, you were allowed that day off. For two years on that day, I acted my age and played…well, more like practiced little Jedi things my father had taught me. The good, good times when I could act young and not old…
The years were slow. I was soon to be rescued by Luke Skywalker, and his brother-in-law, and gunman.