"Welcome, pilots, to HawkWing Squadron. I suppose you would like to hear of our founder, the legendary Cyonta 'Silver' Thiice, before we begin?"
"Yes, sir!"
"I've heard Cy was a dancing girl…"
"You've got it wrong…she was an Imp!"
"How could she be? She was a smuggler!"
"Pilots, quiet. I will begin the tale…beware, telling our leader's history will take time."
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The little blue-skinned Twi'lek girl huddled in her corner, ignoring the rumbling of the ship beneath her. Why am I here? I don't understand! What do the strange ones want? Dear brother, I wish you were here! Cyonta was confused, frightened, and had no idea what was going on.
It was a classic tale for a female Twi'lek. A glitterstim-addicted brother, who would do anything for more. Wasted his once vast fortune on the spice, until he was left with only a few credits and a little sister. Sold his sister to the slavers for a few extra credits to waste on more glitterstim.
But the little Twi'lek girl in the corner was oblivious to her dear brother's underhanded doings. All Cyonta knew was that something was not right. Cyonta knew that she'd gone to sleep in the little nook in the alley, near her brother. She'd been scavenging, looking for something to eat, as her brother never would buy her anything. Then, as Cyonta was drifting asleep, she heard a noise. A kind of thump. Her eyes flew open, and Cyonta was awake in an instant. Standing above her was her brother, his lekku draped over his shoulders. He was smiling. Cyonta felt relieved. It's just my brother. But then another shape stepped out of the shadows, holding something in his hands. He was a pale Twi'lek, and looked scary, to Cyonta. She drew back warily, and the smile grew on her brother's face. The pale Twi'lek did something with the thing in his hands, and Cyonta saw a blue flash coming towards her, felt something. A stun bolt! Then she slipped into unconsciousness.
Cyonta had awakened in a dark, dank place, somewhere she'd never been before. Soon after she woke up, the pale Twi'lek came back, tied her firmly and blindfolded her, then led her somewhere else. The pale Twi'lek had removed her blindfold, and Cyonta had found herself in a cramped little place; dark, but clean. She'd curled up in the corner, and tried to ignore everything.
Later, when the floor rumbled and shook beneath her, and she felt a strange movement, Cyonta guessed she was on a ship. She was nervous, and scared. I've never been off Ryloth before. And I've never been without my brother. The ship was taking her somewhere, Cyonta knew. But she didn't know where, or why.
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