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It was like seeing the sun for the very first time. A beacon of light amongst all the dark. In her haze, Nyx wasn't exactly sure what this source of light was but it was strangely soothing, even a little comforting. Maybe she was hallucinating again, however this experience was a welcomed one...

Light on her feet, Nyx ducked and dived amongst the chaos. Other slaves may have been willing to fight their oppressors head-on, but she was focused on getting as far away as possible. Adrenline had her running blind though, and her attempts at evasion were clumsy at best. Stumbling and...

"No..." Nyx refused. She simply refused. Though reserved, the Kiffar could, at times, be read as easily as an open book. She had grown tense, intent on disengaging from the situation. It was a common response for those with trauma, as Severus himself might know. The averting gaze, the closed...

The minister was dead. Just like that, his life was snuffed out as if it were nothing but a candle. A harsh bark of laughter escaped Nyx’s throat, though she quickly killed it for fear of being noticed. Too late it seemed, as the dark one’s apprentice made his approach. The other slaves...

Clove’s exuberance certainly caught the Kiffar off guard; she just wasn’t used to people with such cheery dispositions. Even her presence in the Force was radiant. Nyx had never seen anything like it; to her, Clove was like a bright beacon, her signature unique to any others she’d encountered...

Healing Chambers of the Jedi Temple Well, she’d gone and done it again, over-exerting herself whilst training with the droids. Rather than acknowledge her limitations, Nyx had instead tried to push beyond them. One would think she had learned by now from her repeated failure, but no. The...

Desert Outlands, Jakku Pain. It was all Nyx could register, and that in itself was almost surreal, given she was so inebriated. Not by choice, of course. The cultists leading the ritual had forced it down her, some wretched mixture of sorts; it did its duty, keeping her compliant, yet still...

Feeling confident, Nyx decided she could delve deeper. Closing her eyes, she tried to focus on nothing else but the tooth in her hand. At first, it was difficult; rich in the Force, the planet’s jungle was teeming with life, tuning it out wasn’t an easy feat. Every little thing was a...

With the Captain now busy, Nyx left the bridge with Jacata. Admittedly, she was wary. Kiffars were always taught to trust their intuition, much like Jedi trusting in the Force. Without a doubt, the Togruta knew more than he was letting on; if pirates were even a remote possibility, then why not...

The boy. He was staring at her. Well, with a closer look, one wouldn’t immediately call him a mere boy, given his height and age. If Nyx had to guess, he was probably no older than her. How pitiful she must have looked, half-starved and sickly, chained up as if she and others were nothing more...

At least he was friendly, Nyx couldn't fault him there. It allowed her to ease up a little, if only by a fraction. "You mean missions off-world? No. I prefer the 'comforts' of temple life." It wasn't exactly a lie; as dated as the temple was, it at least offered Nyx some security, something...

If Nyx was taken aback by Sev’s persona, it didn’t show. Younglings may have trembled at the sight of him but Nyx had seen her fair share of horrors, both human and otherwise. If anything, she seemed relieved with his forwardness. No beating around the bush, it was straight to business. There...

Ruins, West Of The Temple Stepping amongst the ruins, Nyx couldn’t help but wonder what once stood there. Though the temple itself remained, in its vicinity were scattered, skeletal clusters of pillars and passageways, crumbled walls, and half-standing statues. This area was of particular...

At first, Nyx didn’t really respond. It wasn’t out of spite or anything like that, but rather she just needed a moment to settle. She steadied her breathing first, in through her nose and out through her mouth; gradually, like she had been taught, the pounding in her chest eased little by...

Nyx was actually the first of the two to arrive on-site and no doubt Jacata would have noticed this given she had already deposited her kit on one of the bunks opposite. But, not being overly fond of tight spaces, Nyx opted instead to canvas the ship’s interior. She too watched the loading of...

At first, the Zabrak squared up to Setto, intent on staring him down. If the punk was trying to pull something, he would have trouble. Dealing with spices and slaves was a nasty business, often people had to get nasty just to survive. Eat or be eaten, that’s just how things were. Unfortunately...

The Training Grounds, South of the Temple And again, Nyx was knocked down to the ground, her chest heaving with exertion. Each labored breath hurt more than the last. At first, sparring with the droids seemed like a good idea, a way of passing the hours (as opposed to studying). But in reality...

The Underlevels of Coruscant Far from home. Nyx was so very far from home. How could this have happened? She'd never even been off-world before, and now (presumably) she was a whole star system away. The attack on her kinsmen had come out of nowhere. No one targets Kiffars, let alone on...

Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong. Nyx could feel it, sense it, just like prey could sense the hungry maw of a nearby predator. What started as a scratch, grew into something more dangerous. Vicious claw-like thoughts lashed out at her, seemingly from nowhere. She’d never felt...

In The Outer Lands of Jakku They were praying again. Praying in that awful, utterly butchered language. It started as it always did, with vicious whispers and hushed hymns. As time grew, so did the frenzy; a few voices became many, growing into a cacophony of sound, a perverted harmony of foul...