How Dry I Am

[Mistress]

Dreshdae, Korriban, where the heart of the Sith beats...everything else into a pulp.

Zabić had spent the last of her wages on a raw ore. The rent money, for her room over the roughneck bar is past due, and the owner's servant Gungan had to tell her she is out on her ear. She refused to dip into her savings, believing she can convince Dolt to work with her. "Now you look here!" she said angrily, waving a pointed finger in front of the Gungan's nose, "I've cleaned up the non-paying riffraff who frequented your establishment." She did it really, only because she hates all the noise. "Some of them very shady thugs; I don't think I need to remind you of that!" The Gungan seemed more concerned with the shaking finger, than paying attention to what she was saying. Zabić grew furious. She sneered. "I swear, I'll bring every one of them back and glue them to a seat inside, if you do this to me, Dolt! Do you hear me?!"

The Gungan wavered in his stance and grunted with an air of unease. "What mesa can do? My like yu mui, my swear. But...but..."

Zabić could not tolerate the fact that a slave was about to order her out onto the street. "Look, I really don't have time for this." She drew her Lightsaber on him. "So what's it gonna be, Dolt?"

The Gungan brew a look of sheer shock upon his face. "Oyl, moole, moole! No! My fix dis with bossman!"

Zabić shrugged most nonchalant, "Alright then. You see to that," she said cooly. At that Zabić spun upon her heels. She has a job to get to. The Gungan receded into the bar. Regardless of her place of residence, Zabić hasn't had a drink in days. She pondered how this chapter in her life, is starting to suck.

 

[Catharsis]

The child had hitched a ride from Maramere through to Korriban upon feeling the death of her sister through the Force. The sole object of her time, her older sister had been who she had set out from Umbara to find, and also who she had failed. Never again the child thought. She would not be weak. The child was more than aware of her Force Sensitivity, having used it much during her time away, and she also knew she could use it to gain what she needed; power, strength, dominance.

When the ship landed the girl removed her Force Manipulation from over the pilot and crew, who only seemed to notice that she had been there when she was half way down the ramp followed by a small hound. "Hey!" they shouted after her, before realising they had work to do and leaving her to it. The little girl did not look back, but instead headed into Dreshdae, near where the ship had landed, in search of... Someone. I need the Academy she thought, yet even then how would she gain access? She hadn't been found or recruited, she had no approval from any Sith. The child was in this alone.

She pushed open the door to a rough looking bar and squinted as she glanced around. She could hear someone shouting to one side, and the low murmur of hushed voices elsewhere, but despite that the tiny six year old pressed on unphased. You are not weak like she was she thought as she hopped up onto a stool at the bar, barely reaching over the counter. Proving her innocence, the child simply ordered a glass of blue milk and waited.

 

[Mistress]

Dolt was wiping down his glasses for the noon time crowd, when the sound of a child's voice caused Dolt to spin around from his place behind the bar. "Blue Milk?!" He looked over the ledge and down to find a girl, her eyes peeping over the edge of the woodwork. "No! No! No!" he whined sternly.

The Gungan's complaining caused Zabić to turn upon her heels from the office and re-enter the room. "What is it now?" she griped sternly, her eyes not yet caught sight of the little spitfire leaning against the counter.

Dolt pointed at the occupied stool. "No small beings. No good for the business atmosphere."

Zabić stretched her neck to peer at the child with scrutiny. "She doesn't look to me like she wants a hug or anything like that, Dolt. And she's too old that she would need physical care. Get her whatever she wants." Zabić turned to return to the office again, but caught herself at the door and faced Dolt again, "And you're the only one here that I hear with a shrill whiny voice."

The Gungan walked over to Zabić and tried to whisper, " What if she is an escaped slave? I don't want no trouble with her Master," he is unsuccessful at his attempt.

"What's it to you anyway? When's the last time you took care of any of your business yourself since I came along?" Zabić ordered, "Get the kid what she wants." This time Zabić stood and watched as the Gungan did what she told him to do.