Tatooine was a hot place, boasting heat that would dry out the skin and pull the moisture from the body if someone was not prepared for it. Which for her was better than the heavily rain forested planets where heat and moisture was everywhere, opressive, sticky and wet clinging to your skin and everything else like a wet blanket. It was places like that and places like Tatooine that made her miss the temperate savanahs and forests of her homeworld of Shili. The worst part about Tatooine, however, was not the heat; it was the sand. No matter how many layers of clothing she wore or how well she wrapped herself, the stuff got everywhere. Even now as she sat and watched Tatooine's second sun rise over the horizon, she could feel the grit against her skin.
Three days ago, Saana Tai had arrived on the sandy planet on board a small freighter called 'Intrigue'.'. After having spent four days on the ship, she was not sure how it came to get its name. It was old, as though someone had fished it out of a centuries old junk heap, patched it up and gave it a pilot. It shuddered from time to time and made noises that had made her feel more than just a little concerned. It had come to a point when she was worried the ship might just fall apart before they landed. But, somehow, ship and passengers all made it in one piece. It had been a stressful ride, but not the worst she had been on. She was much more cautious about what ships she got on board with than she had been when she had first left Shili. Saana had had her first real encounter with slavery in those days; it was something she would never forget. This often meant she would be on a planet for days, even weeks, before she would leave one planet to go to another.
Saana never really knew where she was going until she boarded a ship. She had two primary requirements for a ship; it was staying away from Empire space and the ship's objective did not involve activities like slavery. It was not as though she walked up and simply asked about the latter, since she had learned that such questions could quickly get you into trouble. Instead, she used observation and intuition to guide those determinations. Her travel in this manner seemed random and aimless, even to her at times. When asked where she was trying to go or why, her response was little more than a light shrug and a statement like "Wherever the winds of space take me." In truth, the statement did not do justice for what she was doing; searching for something that she could not begin to put into words.
Still, wherever she ended up, it was as if she was meant to be there. Along the way, she had happened to be in the right place at just the right time to help someone. Sometimes it was little things like paying for a meal for a woman and her child and sometimes it was more dangerous like the freeing of slaves. No matter what it was, , or where, it felt right as if that moment had been waiting for her to come along the entire time. No such moment had come for her on Tatooine so far, that she was aware of anyway. In fact, the stay on Tatooine so far had been fairly boring.
Both suns were up over the horizon now and the heat of the day began to rise. Saana had left her perch from where she had watched the rising of both suns, pulling up the deep hood of her cloak that covered her three lekku headtails and the two montrals that crowned her head. The heat was, for the most part, bareable as she walked down the lanes that were already crowding with people and speeders that would take her to the spaceport. She could feel it even through the thin coverings on her feet from the ground; the foot coverings making her feel almost as uncomfortable as the gritty sand she could feel against her skin. It was her goal to find someone with a ship that was going somewhere cooler and a lot less sandy that would be willing to take her on as either a healer, aspiring mechanic or both. What she did not know was just how quickly things were going to change for her this day.
***
It had been a couple of hours now since Saana had stepped into the outer reaches of the spaceport and moved more towards its heart. Her pace was no faster or slower than the rest of the foot traffic in the spaceport as she moved from bay to bay. Some bays were closed off while others were unoccupied, though that was not likely to last long. Those that did have ships berthed in them were a mix of those that had a buzz of activity around them and those that were closed up and quiet; the crews likely taking time to enjoy the local cantinas. One of these ships stops her cold, however, a worn and battered light freighter called 'Midnight Cry'.
The 'Midnight Cry' had been one of the first ships she had gotten on board with in exchange for her skills as a healer. At the time of the agreement, she had not known that the so called passengers she was to attend to if needed were slaves. It had been the worst week of her life, that she could remember. Once she had discovered the reality of the situation, threats had kept her from taking any action other than doing as she was told. How those people had been treated had disgusted her to the point of feeling sick. Saana had not looked the other way completely, however. When they had landed for refueling and for the ship's captain to go meet a contact, she had been left alone onboard with one other crew member, the co-pilot of the 'Midnight Cry'. The rest had gone to stretch their legs, so to speak, and it had been then that she made her choice. She had turned on the co-pilot, fought him and ultimately beat him into unconciousness. It had not been without injury to herself, though, she still had a visible scar along her side from a long bladed dagger he had pulled on her. With the co-pilot unconcious, she had released the near dozen slaves and fled the ship herself.
Saana's yellow eyes narrowed as she scrutinized the freighter. Where there slaves being ferried to who knew where on there again? She had thought to slip in and investigate, but a noise from the ship stopped her. Someone, or someones, were still there. The thought of slaves being onboard, being misused and mistreated, angered her. Her contemplations on the matter were broken, however, by a voice from behind her.
"Hey! That be my ship your gawking at." The male voice was gruff and gravelly from a throat that had clearly suffered through far too much smoking and potent alcohol.
Saana turned her head to see where it had come from; if it came from the face that her memory automatically connected it with. Her eyes widen momentarily as she sees the three, very familiar, humans hastily approaching. The one in the lead was a human male who showed obvious signs of age in his leathery skin and the dark mass of hair on his head that was splashed with more than a little grey named Kholya. the one behind him and to the left was a thin, wirey human male whose dirty blonde hair looked as wirey as he was; Lothar, the ship's mechanic. The human next to him was Broc, who was shorter than the other two but was a barrel chested mass of muscle. She had been there when Kholya had brought Broc onboard as security; nothing more than a thug really to keep his so called passengers in line. She whispered the captain's name and for a brief moment she was just frozen there. "Kholya..."
"Is that our little hero? I think it is." The tone from Kholya was clearly mocking and it earned him a bit of chuckling from his companions. "You and me have a little business to finish at long last."
A hundred thoughts zipped through Saana's mind; the tips of her headtails twitching momentarily beneath the hood she wore. She showed her teeth to Kholya, not a friendly gesture, as she witnessed him place a hand on his blaster and release the securing strap. She thought for a brief second to attack, to take all three of them then and there, but then she thought better of it. Three to one were not odds that were in her favor. Instead, she turned and ran.
"Get back here!" Kholya barked out after her. "Get her alive." The command was given to his two companions.
Saana had heard them start after her; the quickening of their footsteps, the distance of their shouts and the shouts of protest and curses from those in the lanes that Kholya and his companions chose to rudely overrun. She darted gracefully around people, speeders and other obstacles as she tried to put what obstacles she could between her and her pursuers. It was not difficult for her to imagine that all three of them and drawn their blasters by now. She was not disappointed as she heard the bolts and saw them fly harmlessly past her, the shots missing by a sizeable margin. She did not like getting shot at, though, regardless of how bad the shooter's aim was. Finally, she came to an intersection of lanes. Saana did not stop as she quickly skirted around to the right and down a narrower lane...
Three days ago, Saana Tai had arrived on the sandy planet on board a small freighter called 'Intrigue'.'. After having spent four days on the ship, she was not sure how it came to get its name. It was old, as though someone had fished it out of a centuries old junk heap, patched it up and gave it a pilot. It shuddered from time to time and made noises that had made her feel more than just a little concerned. It had come to a point when she was worried the ship might just fall apart before they landed. But, somehow, ship and passengers all made it in one piece. It had been a stressful ride, but not the worst she had been on. She was much more cautious about what ships she got on board with than she had been when she had first left Shili. Saana had had her first real encounter with slavery in those days; it was something she would never forget. This often meant she would be on a planet for days, even weeks, before she would leave one planet to go to another.
Saana never really knew where she was going until she boarded a ship. She had two primary requirements for a ship; it was staying away from Empire space and the ship's objective did not involve activities like slavery. It was not as though she walked up and simply asked about the latter, since she had learned that such questions could quickly get you into trouble. Instead, she used observation and intuition to guide those determinations. Her travel in this manner seemed random and aimless, even to her at times. When asked where she was trying to go or why, her response was little more than a light shrug and a statement like "Wherever the winds of space take me." In truth, the statement did not do justice for what she was doing; searching for something that she could not begin to put into words.
Still, wherever she ended up, it was as if she was meant to be there. Along the way, she had happened to be in the right place at just the right time to help someone. Sometimes it was little things like paying for a meal for a woman and her child and sometimes it was more dangerous like the freeing of slaves. No matter what it was, , or where, it felt right as if that moment had been waiting for her to come along the entire time. No such moment had come for her on Tatooine so far, that she was aware of anyway. In fact, the stay on Tatooine so far had been fairly boring.
Both suns were up over the horizon now and the heat of the day began to rise. Saana had left her perch from where she had watched the rising of both suns, pulling up the deep hood of her cloak that covered her three lekku headtails and the two montrals that crowned her head. The heat was, for the most part, bareable as she walked down the lanes that were already crowding with people and speeders that would take her to the spaceport. She could feel it even through the thin coverings on her feet from the ground; the foot coverings making her feel almost as uncomfortable as the gritty sand she could feel against her skin. It was her goal to find someone with a ship that was going somewhere cooler and a lot less sandy that would be willing to take her on as either a healer, aspiring mechanic or both. What she did not know was just how quickly things were going to change for her this day.
***
It had been a couple of hours now since Saana had stepped into the outer reaches of the spaceport and moved more towards its heart. Her pace was no faster or slower than the rest of the foot traffic in the spaceport as she moved from bay to bay. Some bays were closed off while others were unoccupied, though that was not likely to last long. Those that did have ships berthed in them were a mix of those that had a buzz of activity around them and those that were closed up and quiet; the crews likely taking time to enjoy the local cantinas. One of these ships stops her cold, however, a worn and battered light freighter called 'Midnight Cry'.
The 'Midnight Cry' had been one of the first ships she had gotten on board with in exchange for her skills as a healer. At the time of the agreement, she had not known that the so called passengers she was to attend to if needed were slaves. It had been the worst week of her life, that she could remember. Once she had discovered the reality of the situation, threats had kept her from taking any action other than doing as she was told. How those people had been treated had disgusted her to the point of feeling sick. Saana had not looked the other way completely, however. When they had landed for refueling and for the ship's captain to go meet a contact, she had been left alone onboard with one other crew member, the co-pilot of the 'Midnight Cry'. The rest had gone to stretch their legs, so to speak, and it had been then that she made her choice. She had turned on the co-pilot, fought him and ultimately beat him into unconciousness. It had not been without injury to herself, though, she still had a visible scar along her side from a long bladed dagger he had pulled on her. With the co-pilot unconcious, she had released the near dozen slaves and fled the ship herself.
Saana's yellow eyes narrowed as she scrutinized the freighter. Where there slaves being ferried to who knew where on there again? She had thought to slip in and investigate, but a noise from the ship stopped her. Someone, or someones, were still there. The thought of slaves being onboard, being misused and mistreated, angered her. Her contemplations on the matter were broken, however, by a voice from behind her.
"Hey! That be my ship your gawking at." The male voice was gruff and gravelly from a throat that had clearly suffered through far too much smoking and potent alcohol.
Saana turned her head to see where it had come from; if it came from the face that her memory automatically connected it with. Her eyes widen momentarily as she sees the three, very familiar, humans hastily approaching. The one in the lead was a human male who showed obvious signs of age in his leathery skin and the dark mass of hair on his head that was splashed with more than a little grey named Kholya. the one behind him and to the left was a thin, wirey human male whose dirty blonde hair looked as wirey as he was; Lothar, the ship's mechanic. The human next to him was Broc, who was shorter than the other two but was a barrel chested mass of muscle. She had been there when Kholya had brought Broc onboard as security; nothing more than a thug really to keep his so called passengers in line. She whispered the captain's name and for a brief moment she was just frozen there. "Kholya..."
"Is that our little hero? I think it is." The tone from Kholya was clearly mocking and it earned him a bit of chuckling from his companions. "You and me have a little business to finish at long last."
A hundred thoughts zipped through Saana's mind; the tips of her headtails twitching momentarily beneath the hood she wore. She showed her teeth to Kholya, not a friendly gesture, as she witnessed him place a hand on his blaster and release the securing strap. She thought for a brief second to attack, to take all three of them then and there, but then she thought better of it. Three to one were not odds that were in her favor. Instead, she turned and ran.
"Get back here!" Kholya barked out after her. "Get her alive." The command was given to his two companions.
Saana had heard them start after her; the quickening of their footsteps, the distance of their shouts and the shouts of protest and curses from those in the lanes that Kholya and his companions chose to rudely overrun. She darted gracefully around people, speeders and other obstacles as she tried to put what obstacles she could between her and her pursuers. It was not difficult for her to imagine that all three of them and drawn their blasters by now. She was not disappointed as she heard the bolts and saw them fly harmlessly past her, the shots missing by a sizeable margin. She did not like getting shot at, though, regardless of how bad the shooter's aim was. Finally, she came to an intersection of lanes. Saana did not stop as she quickly skirted around to the right and down a narrower lane...