Aisha Kaahn
Bounty Hunter
Bounty Hunter
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Ashia fiddled with the buttons on her utility droid. She stood back,
“Okay, S1-F4, you know what to do?” Beep “Take the chip and play this message at the address I’ve programmed in,” Beep “S1, record the message.”
The droid beeped again and then Ashia was looking at a small holoprojecter, trained on her. Her flowing crimson hair fell over her bare arms and her combat vest, her soft red skin seeming to flicker in the projection light. She took a deep breath, licked her lips and spoke.
“I am Ashia Kaahn, eighteen year old Zeltron,” Ashia’s bright blue eyes cringed at the sound of her own voice. I’m far too vain. “I am a bounty hunter. I have learned to use the Force, and wield my own lightsaber,” Ashia looked down at the hilt of her weapon, hanging at her belt, “I have followed in the footsteps of my mother. She was a bounty hunter too. I was not always destined to be a bounty hunter, for my first few years I lived with my father in peace, seeing my mother rarely,” she spoke with a proper accent, every now and then a sign would show of her rough background, though, but the she continued:
“When I was five years old, my mother’s career caught up on my father. A bitter Duros family, who had lost a loved one to my mother’s hunt, tracked her back home. She managed to protect me, but my father fell to the Duros. From that day I had no real home. I lived in my mother’s ship and she taught me to be a hunter. For ten years I trained to hunt with her, happy, enjoying my new, dangerous life, knowing I was in such a different world from any other child,” Ashia took a deep breath before going on. This part was still so painful to her.
“I became an orphan three years ago. My mother and I were on a mission to collect the bounty on a corrupt Jedi. She left me on the ship, thinking it was too dangerous, and she went after the Jedi alone. When I noticed she had been gone for too long, I ventured after her. I arrived in time to see her land a poisoned throwing knife on the Jedi. He fell and she revealed herself. But he was not yet dead. He managed to stab her as she walked over to claim a trophy, to prove the deed was done. She died in my arms,” tears were now in free flow down her glistening cheeks, but she did not break her flow, “I took the Jedi’s pack and my mother’s body. I buried her back on Zeltros and inherited her ship and her trade. Now I’m on my own. But that Jedi left a little present for me. In his pack was a holocron, which I have learned to use and a lightsaber crystal. I managed to obtain the parts for my lightsaber, which I completed last month. I have now begun to introduce the Jedi techniques into my hunting style.”
As she switched the projector off, she whispered gently to the holorecord disk, “I love you,” and she gently kissed it, “now, when we land, take it to the address I told you to, S1.”
Beep.
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