Disclaimer: This story is based on the characters and events in the game
"Star Wars: KOTOR" (a.k.a Best Game Ever). I do not own them, but a girl
can dream can't she.
After a period of grieving, my whole life was centered around one goal: killing Pilot Onasi. I didn't know his first name, didn't know if he was even a pilot, but whoever he was, he didn't want to meet me. There were only three things I knew about him: his last name was Onasi, he was part of the Republic, and he killed my family.
I was only twelve when it happened, yet I knew what hatred was, and I was feeling it. When I turned sixteen, I ran away from my foster family. 'They weren't my family; they just took me in because of the circumstances. They took me in because they pitied me.'
I took a ship ride to Taris. After a few restless nights with no place to stay and no body to turn to I met a twi'lek named Griff Vao. Griff was, oh how do I put it. slime. He had come on to me at the local Lower City cantina, but I ignored him and his attempts. A few days later, I saw Griff with Mission his sister. She was an eight year old twi'lek whose only family was Griff. She was everything I wasn't. Her family was gone too, well most of her family anyway, yet she wasn't brooding like I was.
We instantly became friends, which sort of got under Griff's skin since I had turned him down. Mission showed me how to live on my own. Shortly after we met, I moved in with Griff and Mission.
It was weird at first, but the awkwardness subsided and was replaced with a great friendship. After a few months, Griff met another twi'lek named Lena. He left telling Mission that he would send for her later, once he got on his feet. He still hasn't come back.
At first, Mission was devastated, but then she met Zaalbar. He was a wookie from Kashyyyk, yet he rarely talks about his life there, but I won't pry it out of him. I mean, come on, he's a wookie. I usually would use my 'womanly charms' to pry into his sorrows, trying to make mine look petty, yet I figured I would rather keep all my limbs.
Mission, Zaalbar, and myself lived together on Taris until just two years ago. Mission used her street smarts to survive, while I would prefer to work for whatever I wanted. I feel like I don't want anything by lying, cheating, or stealing. So I started to work when I turned eighteen. I worked as a bartender in the Lower City cantina. After awhile, I got use to being hit on by the drunken masses, the main reason being that there weren't many female humans in the Lower City.
Then, the Sith took over Taris. This made life impossible, at least where I was at the time, in the Lower City. One day a Sith officer came into the cantina. He was just like every other male who talked to me, until he told me about the Upper City cantina, and how the bartending job was open. He said with his help, I was a shoe-in.
And what do you know? I got the job, and moved into an apartment in the Upper City. This upset Mission greatly. She felt I thought I was better than her. We fought for day in and day out and then finally we stopped speaking. We haven't spoken since.
I made a lot of credits bartending, yet I hated it and still do. Everybody comes in with their problems and try to drown their sorrows over a glass of Tarisian Ale. They then proceeded to tell me all of their sorrows. I have sorrows of my own, but no one cares about them and frankly, like l would want to tell them to a bunch of drunk Sith or nobles anyway. I confess that the Lower City people were easier to talk to, yet the Upper City has its pluses.
Sure the Sith are scum, but they won't openly attack you like the bounty hunters and swoop gangs of the Lower City would. You don't have to look over your shoulder every second to see if you will be attacked. Also, I love the view of the night sky, something the Lower City can't offer. Some nights, I go onto the roof of my apartment complex and stare into the star- filled sky. It fills me with a sense of security to know that I can live, and not in fear like my father had to.
It wasn't that he was a bad person, well maybe. he just wanted to always take the short cuts instead of work for things. Maybe that is why I want to work for everything I get. He stole, lied, cheated, hell he would kill if he had to. He was a smuggler, whom the whole galaxy wanted to catch. I thought that maybe that was the reason from my family's demise, but he was dead a good year before their deaths. And why would they kill his family? He was gone. What did my mother, brother and hell even me have to do with his mistakes?
Well, no more living in the past I guess. Today, I was supposed to fly to Telti to visit my mother and brother's graves. It has been ten years since they were killed, but there is now a Sith quarantine. No ships can leave or come to Taris, because. well I am not totally certain. I heard one of the Sith officers talking about Republic officers on Taris. That would be a reason. The Sith would love to capture and probably. eventually. well most definitely kill the fugitives. And to tell the truth, I really could care less. The Republic destroyed my life, and even though deep down inside I know the Sith should be stopped, I wish the Republic could be destroyed as well.
After a period of grieving, my whole life was centered around one goal: killing Pilot Onasi. I didn't know his first name, didn't know if he was even a pilot, but whoever he was, he didn't want to meet me. There were only three things I knew about him: his last name was Onasi, he was part of the Republic, and he killed my family.
I was only twelve when it happened, yet I knew what hatred was, and I was feeling it. When I turned sixteen, I ran away from my foster family. 'They weren't my family; they just took me in because of the circumstances. They took me in because they pitied me.'
I took a ship ride to Taris. After a few restless nights with no place to stay and no body to turn to I met a twi'lek named Griff Vao. Griff was, oh how do I put it. slime. He had come on to me at the local Lower City cantina, but I ignored him and his attempts. A few days later, I saw Griff with Mission his sister. She was an eight year old twi'lek whose only family was Griff. She was everything I wasn't. Her family was gone too, well most of her family anyway, yet she wasn't brooding like I was.
We instantly became friends, which sort of got under Griff's skin since I had turned him down. Mission showed me how to live on my own. Shortly after we met, I moved in with Griff and Mission.
It was weird at first, but the awkwardness subsided and was replaced with a great friendship. After a few months, Griff met another twi'lek named Lena. He left telling Mission that he would send for her later, once he got on his feet. He still hasn't come back.
At first, Mission was devastated, but then she met Zaalbar. He was a wookie from Kashyyyk, yet he rarely talks about his life there, but I won't pry it out of him. I mean, come on, he's a wookie. I usually would use my 'womanly charms' to pry into his sorrows, trying to make mine look petty, yet I figured I would rather keep all my limbs.
Mission, Zaalbar, and myself lived together on Taris until just two years ago. Mission used her street smarts to survive, while I would prefer to work for whatever I wanted. I feel like I don't want anything by lying, cheating, or stealing. So I started to work when I turned eighteen. I worked as a bartender in the Lower City cantina. After awhile, I got use to being hit on by the drunken masses, the main reason being that there weren't many female humans in the Lower City.
Then, the Sith took over Taris. This made life impossible, at least where I was at the time, in the Lower City. One day a Sith officer came into the cantina. He was just like every other male who talked to me, until he told me about the Upper City cantina, and how the bartending job was open. He said with his help, I was a shoe-in.
And what do you know? I got the job, and moved into an apartment in the Upper City. This upset Mission greatly. She felt I thought I was better than her. We fought for day in and day out and then finally we stopped speaking. We haven't spoken since.
I made a lot of credits bartending, yet I hated it and still do. Everybody comes in with their problems and try to drown their sorrows over a glass of Tarisian Ale. They then proceeded to tell me all of their sorrows. I have sorrows of my own, but no one cares about them and frankly, like l would want to tell them to a bunch of drunk Sith or nobles anyway. I confess that the Lower City people were easier to talk to, yet the Upper City has its pluses.
Sure the Sith are scum, but they won't openly attack you like the bounty hunters and swoop gangs of the Lower City would. You don't have to look over your shoulder every second to see if you will be attacked. Also, I love the view of the night sky, something the Lower City can't offer. Some nights, I go onto the roof of my apartment complex and stare into the star- filled sky. It fills me with a sense of security to know that I can live, and not in fear like my father had to.
It wasn't that he was a bad person, well maybe. he just wanted to always take the short cuts instead of work for things. Maybe that is why I want to work for everything I get. He stole, lied, cheated, hell he would kill if he had to. He was a smuggler, whom the whole galaxy wanted to catch. I thought that maybe that was the reason from my family's demise, but he was dead a good year before their deaths. And why would they kill his family? He was gone. What did my mother, brother and hell even me have to do with his mistakes?
Well, no more living in the past I guess. Today, I was supposed to fly to Telti to visit my mother and brother's graves. It has been ten years since they were killed, but there is now a Sith quarantine. No ships can leave or come to Taris, because. well I am not totally certain. I heard one of the Sith officers talking about Republic officers on Taris. That would be a reason. The Sith would love to capture and probably. eventually. well most definitely kill the fugitives. And to tell the truth, I really could care less. The Republic destroyed my life, and even though deep down inside I know the Sith should be stopped, I wish the Republic could be destroyed as well.