Kalannie Zalia and Jarram Kallig didn't have much of a chance to begin with.
They had been childhood sweethearts, but that was a long time ago, in a forgotten age. They had lived on Tatoonine then, next door neighbours in a run down little village. Kalannie's family had always been poor and had accepted it.
Jarram had a very different attitude. His father had told him of an inheritance on Nar Shaddaa, he had tried to impress her by changing everything.
When he had brought her here, it had been on the promise of wealth, and a future. But from there, things had gone downhill fast. They were still stuck in a run-down house, working in a stupid Hutt's Cantina five years on. All because his father was either lying to them or had never taught his son to follow a map.
It was typical, Kalannie would often reflect bitterly.
That was far from the only trouble in their lives. She could survive poverty, dull work and irritation with the man she had somehow fallen in love with, once upon a time. It was when the couple decided to have children that things went wrong.
She would never know why she had agreed to have children, but she had. And when their daughter had been born, it had seemed like the best decision they had made since before they had moved to Nar Shaddaa.
Kaliana Jia'li Zalia-Kallig was an angelic, placid child. She was always able to quietly entertain herself and never seemed to cause any trouble. And she brought some peace between the warring spouses. Kalannie and Jarram had fallen out recently and rarely saw eye-to-eye anymore, but they both agreed that their daughter was perfect.
So perfect that it was quite possible for Kalannie to return to her hated, but essential job. She could take Kaliana with her. The child was quite happy to sit, safely behind the bar with her. The alcohol was beyond her reach and Kalannie tended to work the part of the Cantina that was less scuzzy, less likely to be full of people and things that weren't child-friendly.
One particular evening, curiosity got the better of Kalannie, and, when she heard the child begin to giggle, she turned around. She had always wondered how exactly her daughter entertained herself so well, aged only three.
To her horror, she saw the bottles of alcohol dancing down from the top shelf, all by themselves, and twirling in front of her daughter. She snatched them away hastily, causing the child to wail. Hushing her, the anxious mother looked around the Cantina to see if anyone else had noticed.
An old man sat by the bar chuckled, "You have no reason to be afraid. The girl is clearly quite talented," He told her.
Looking back, Kalannie realised she shouldn't have spoken to him, but she did. She learnt that he was a Jedi Master, that Kaliana could be a Jedi some day... Then perhaps she got carried away, thinking of a better life for her little girl, because she let him take Kaliana away to be trained.
The girl didn't seem to mind. She stood peacefully while her mother kissed her dark blonde curls and bid her goodbye. It was only later that it became a problem, when Jarram started a row over it. He accused her of being careless, not getting the Jedi's contact details so they could stay in touch with Kaliana or anything...
Kalannie suspected, rather bitterly, that this was just in case their daughter made it big and he sensed an opportunity for some fame.
She wasn't quite sure how that argument was resolved with the decision to have another child, but it was. And that would be the couple's downfall.
Nine months later, Kitari Jinna Zalia-Kallig was born. Kalannie knew straight away that they hadn't been lucky this time. Kitari, or Kitty as everyone called her, was not a normal child. And her strange abilities manifested themselves much less peacefully than her sisters' had. She was wild, running away and getting into trouble with the law. Her parents came together again, but this time out of the shared fear that she was going to get into serious trouble very soon.
Then the knock at the door came. Kalannie expected trouble, but she had never expected to open her door one morning to a sinister-looking Agent asking after her daughter.
She stared dumbly, in complete shock. "Are you deaf? Give me the kid!" The Agent snapped, but still, she couldn't find the words to answer him.
Sighing, he drew a pistol and fired directly at the woman's head. "I'll get her myself then." He muttered, stepping over her body and striding inside as though nothing had happened.
Having heard a blaster bolt, Jarram had come running down the corridor, brandishing his own weapon, and was now faced with Imperial Intelligence.
It was at this point that most people turned and ran, but Jarram Kallig had always had an opinion of himself that was higher than his IQ, and charged forward, shooting blindly.
The Agent, however, was a good shot, and Jarram was hastily reunited was his wife. A job well done, the Agent decided, now to find this damn child.
There was a frightened sounding squeak from under the table. Bending over would be the first and last mistake he ever made in his job, but then most Imperial Agents only get to make one mistake.
He didn't realise it was a mistake at first. He had found the child.
The problem?
The child had found her mother's blaster. And a blaster bolt to the nose is almost always fatal. Unfortunately for Kitty, the much-relished revenge that had been making her giggle so much was short-lived. The Agent had had some guards with him, and much to the child's annoyance, armour deflected blaster bolts.
That was the first time Kitari Jinna Zalia-Kallig got arrested, although it probably wouldn't be the last. The judge was incredulous about dealing with a four-year-old, but equally, shooting Imperial Intelligence Officers was undeniably criminal on every Imperial system and a few systems that were terrified of Sith.
The judge recognised that he could hardly have a child killed. It wasn't morals that bothered him. He had never been bothered before in his life. It was, however, quite disturbing to receive a message offering to remove his bones from his body, one by one, unless an 'anonymous benefactor' got the outcome they wanted.
While the court, either corrupt or terrified, made sure Kitty was sentenced to a life of slavery.