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Chapter 1
There was a bright flash of red light, and there was a dim sound of blaster shots being fired. Aris Dinell woke up with a slight headache, and tried to recall what she had previously dreamt about. It was hard focusing with the thick, lingering smell of burnt flesh high in the air, but the 7 year old wandered from her room to her mother's, to see what had caused that horrid smell.
When she approached the doorway, Aris stood still; for her eyes filled with disbelief. Something stung at her eyes painfully, and when she noticed the salty tears, she brushed them away like an annoying bug of the summertime.
Backing away from her mother's singed corps, Aris wanted to pinch herself and hope that this was all a dream. But the true reality was, that something, or yet, someone, had slaughtered her mother, rendering her a total orphan.
At the age of 2, her father was killed by a traveling stranger, leaving her and her mother to fend for themselves. Now, with her mother dead as well, Aris has to fend for herself, by herself.
Aris knew that she could not stay at her home. She had no remaining relatives, none of which she knew of anyway, and her neighbors didn't care too much for children. For a 7 year-old, she had a clear head, and thought rationally; something that her mother had taught her always to do. However, she tried to remain calm as she walked solemnly down the long, dark hallway. Every floorboard cracked and creaked, as if taunting her into insanity. She just wouldn't give up. She just wouldn't.
Back in her room, she packed some clothes and a few bare essentials into a duffel bag that her mother had given her. She only packed things on a `need to have' basis, because the duffel bag was bigger than her, and she could only take what she could carry. She had no mother to say that it was OK, and she had no strong father that could carry her bag for her. She was on her own.
As she finished with her room, she went into the main quarters, pulled up a loose floorboard, and took the small hold-out blaster that was concealed there within its dark depths.
Sticking that into her bag as well, Aris headed for the door. Checking her chrono, it was 3:27 in the morning, she stepped out into the cold, refreshing air of her homeworld, Chorkin VII. It was a windy moon, the 7th of 9, belonging to the planet Chorkin. It was the only moon in the Chorkin system that could sustain life.
Letting the wind blow through her long, brown hair, Aris watched the air speeders zoom by. Her mother had kept Aris' hair long, as a tribute to the women on her mother's side. This was a sign of dignity and honor among the women in her family. She took one deep breath, letting the pure oxygen fill her tiny lungs, and looked back over her shoulder at her home for the last time.
The lights of the closest city, Rabooka, reflected in her icy blue eyes. Aris knew this was the place that she had to go to for now. There was nothing left for her here; no family, no life, no future. She couldn't help but ask herself, *why was I spared?*
As inappropriate as it was, she had to smile. How many 7 year olds had a chance to stare out into a world, that in just a few years time, would be all hers? Her mother had always told her to reach for the stars, and make the galaxy her own. And that is just what Aris would do. So, with that determination, and the thought of both of her dead parents on her mind, little Aris Dinell stepped over the threshold, and into a new world.
13 Years Later
"499,998...499,999...500,000 credits!" counted the crime lord, Trindell.
"You are most gracious you majesty," said Dinell, taking the money from the Gotal crime lord.
"Well, I only pay the best for the one who brings me what I need, or shall I say, what I want!!," he let out a disgusting laugh that made her cringe in pain. Jabba would have been proud. "You are a pretty good bounty hunter for your age, and..." he said reluctantly, "your gender."
Aris, as defensive as she was, fought back the urge to call him a 'chauvinistic pig!' She hated sexist creatures. However, it didn't matter to her, for she was paid, and as far as she was concerned, she was never going to see him again.
"Well Lord Trindell, I thank you very much, once again, and it was pleasure doing business with you. I hope our paths cross again someday."
Smiling like a child on receiving a new toy, the Gotal replied, "As do I Miss Dinell, as do I."
Aris Dinell, now 20, tall, and beautiful, bowed her head, allowing her long hair to drape over her nearly broad shoulders, and departed. In reality, she wanted to get as far away from this dull planet as she could, but most of all, she wanted to get as far away from Trindell as possible. He was absolutely vile. He repulsed her, in fact. He lived in filth, and she stunk of it too.
After leaving her home on Chorkin VII at the age of 7, she went to the small city of Rabooka, just a days walk from her old home. From there, she raised herself, and stole only money to get the food she so desperately needed. She wasn't a nuisance per say, but she likes to think of it as her childhood getting the best of her.
But at the age of 15, she stowed away on a starship named the Chanter's Luck. This ship, she found out, was headed to Coruscant. While on the core world, she became a bounty hunter, who almost never begged for jobs. After finally catching some job breaks, she became known as a fairly decent hunter. Aris swore she would never steal again, because as long as she was able, she could pay her own way. Along the way, she encountered a wide variety of creatures, some of whom tried to kill her, and a myriad of ships, some of which she destroyed herself.
Aris walked through the long hallway of the crime lord's palace. *His place of residence is beautiful, I have to admit, but it is in utter need of cleaning droids. I guess that explains the phrase: 'Crime doesn't pay,' because he certainly doesn't have enough credits to hire a cleaning service.* She thought to herself and chuckled.
Acting unaware, she looked at the elaborate wall fixtures. What looked like gods danced upon the walls, as heiroglyphs from an ancient time scrolled rusticly between each beautifully lit sconce. Aris took into much consideration the 'well hidden' trap doors and secret passages, that at any moment, a random henchman could pop out of, shoot her, and take her money. She wouldn't let that happen, that was for sure.
This latest job she just finished required her to travel to the world of Mondel, where the renegade smuggler, Davin Kochet, ran away with his master's cargo. Of coarse, Kochet's boss was Trindell, who Aris had just collected 500,000 credits from for returning Kochet alive and kicking. This was not like her usual collections. She never got a sum of credits as large as 500,000 before.
She didn't ask what was going to become of Davin Kochet, but quite frankly, she didn't really want, nor care to know. The only thing that Aris Dinell knew was that she had completed yet another job, and she was now 500,000 credits richer. It was time to celebrate. A slow smile creeped upon her luscious lips as she thought of this.
She continued down the 'deserted' hallway, accompanied only by the gods, hieroglyphs, and the sound of her footsteps resonating off of the marble structure, until all that was left was a memory.
Chapter 1
There was a bright flash of red light, and there was a dim sound of blaster shots being fired. Aris Dinell woke up with a slight headache, and tried to recall what she had previously dreamt about. It was hard focusing with the thick, lingering smell of burnt flesh high in the air, but the 7 year old wandered from her room to her mother's, to see what had caused that horrid smell.
When she approached the doorway, Aris stood still; for her eyes filled with disbelief. Something stung at her eyes painfully, and when she noticed the salty tears, she brushed them away like an annoying bug of the summertime.
Backing away from her mother's singed corps, Aris wanted to pinch herself and hope that this was all a dream. But the true reality was, that something, or yet, someone, had slaughtered her mother, rendering her a total orphan.
At the age of 2, her father was killed by a traveling stranger, leaving her and her mother to fend for themselves. Now, with her mother dead as well, Aris has to fend for herself, by herself.
Aris knew that she could not stay at her home. She had no remaining relatives, none of which she knew of anyway, and her neighbors didn't care too much for children. For a 7 year-old, she had a clear head, and thought rationally; something that her mother had taught her always to do. However, she tried to remain calm as she walked solemnly down the long, dark hallway. Every floorboard cracked and creaked, as if taunting her into insanity. She just wouldn't give up. She just wouldn't.
Back in her room, she packed some clothes and a few bare essentials into a duffel bag that her mother had given her. She only packed things on a `need to have' basis, because the duffel bag was bigger than her, and she could only take what she could carry. She had no mother to say that it was OK, and she had no strong father that could carry her bag for her. She was on her own.
As she finished with her room, she went into the main quarters, pulled up a loose floorboard, and took the small hold-out blaster that was concealed there within its dark depths.
Sticking that into her bag as well, Aris headed for the door. Checking her chrono, it was 3:27 in the morning, she stepped out into the cold, refreshing air of her homeworld, Chorkin VII. It was a windy moon, the 7th of 9, belonging to the planet Chorkin. It was the only moon in the Chorkin system that could sustain life.
Letting the wind blow through her long, brown hair, Aris watched the air speeders zoom by. Her mother had kept Aris' hair long, as a tribute to the women on her mother's side. This was a sign of dignity and honor among the women in her family. She took one deep breath, letting the pure oxygen fill her tiny lungs, and looked back over her shoulder at her home for the last time.
The lights of the closest city, Rabooka, reflected in her icy blue eyes. Aris knew this was the place that she had to go to for now. There was nothing left for her here; no family, no life, no future. She couldn't help but ask herself, *why was I spared?*
As inappropriate as it was, she had to smile. How many 7 year olds had a chance to stare out into a world, that in just a few years time, would be all hers? Her mother had always told her to reach for the stars, and make the galaxy her own. And that is just what Aris would do. So, with that determination, and the thought of both of her dead parents on her mind, little Aris Dinell stepped over the threshold, and into a new world.
13 Years Later
"499,998...499,999...500,000 credits!" counted the crime lord, Trindell.
"You are most gracious you majesty," said Dinell, taking the money from the Gotal crime lord.
"Well, I only pay the best for the one who brings me what I need, or shall I say, what I want!!," he let out a disgusting laugh that made her cringe in pain. Jabba would have been proud. "You are a pretty good bounty hunter for your age, and..." he said reluctantly, "your gender."
Aris, as defensive as she was, fought back the urge to call him a 'chauvinistic pig!' She hated sexist creatures. However, it didn't matter to her, for she was paid, and as far as she was concerned, she was never going to see him again.
"Well Lord Trindell, I thank you very much, once again, and it was pleasure doing business with you. I hope our paths cross again someday."
Smiling like a child on receiving a new toy, the Gotal replied, "As do I Miss Dinell, as do I."
Aris Dinell, now 20, tall, and beautiful, bowed her head, allowing her long hair to drape over her nearly broad shoulders, and departed. In reality, she wanted to get as far away from this dull planet as she could, but most of all, she wanted to get as far away from Trindell as possible. He was absolutely vile. He repulsed her, in fact. He lived in filth, and she stunk of it too.
After leaving her home on Chorkin VII at the age of 7, she went to the small city of Rabooka, just a days walk from her old home. From there, she raised herself, and stole only money to get the food she so desperately needed. She wasn't a nuisance per say, but she likes to think of it as her childhood getting the best of her.
But at the age of 15, she stowed away on a starship named the Chanter's Luck. This ship, she found out, was headed to Coruscant. While on the core world, she became a bounty hunter, who almost never begged for jobs. After finally catching some job breaks, she became known as a fairly decent hunter. Aris swore she would never steal again, because as long as she was able, she could pay her own way. Along the way, she encountered a wide variety of creatures, some of whom tried to kill her, and a myriad of ships, some of which she destroyed herself.
Aris walked through the long hallway of the crime lord's palace. *His place of residence is beautiful, I have to admit, but it is in utter need of cleaning droids. I guess that explains the phrase: 'Crime doesn't pay,' because he certainly doesn't have enough credits to hire a cleaning service.* She thought to herself and chuckled.
Acting unaware, she looked at the elaborate wall fixtures. What looked like gods danced upon the walls, as heiroglyphs from an ancient time scrolled rusticly between each beautifully lit sconce. Aris took into much consideration the 'well hidden' trap doors and secret passages, that at any moment, a random henchman could pop out of, shoot her, and take her money. She wouldn't let that happen, that was for sure.
This latest job she just finished required her to travel to the world of Mondel, where the renegade smuggler, Davin Kochet, ran away with his master's cargo. Of coarse, Kochet's boss was Trindell, who Aris had just collected 500,000 credits from for returning Kochet alive and kicking. This was not like her usual collections. She never got a sum of credits as large as 500,000 before.
She didn't ask what was going to become of Davin Kochet, but quite frankly, she didn't really want, nor care to know. The only thing that Aris Dinell knew was that she had completed yet another job, and she was now 500,000 credits richer. It was time to celebrate. A slow smile creeped upon her luscious lips as she thought of this.
She continued down the 'deserted' hallway, accompanied only by the gods, hieroglyphs, and the sound of her footsteps resonating off of the marble structure, until all that was left was a memory.