Skyla Shimagura

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Skyla Shimagura

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The little girl lay on the garbage covered surface, her tattered clothing fitting right in with the filth that lay around her. The girl is still, and on closer observation it is clear why. From her forehead leaked blood, forming a red puddle that her head nested in. Her skull didn’t look to be shattered, but the severity of the wound was evident to even the most stupid of people. Other than the head wound, several other serious injuries were visible, including cuts and bruising. These were the signs of a severe beating. Passer-bys barely spared a glance; this scene was too common for any special attention to be made. A few people commented sadly on the age of the girl, saying that it was far too early for death. Still, none bothered to check her for life-signs, though if they did they would be shocked to learn that she was still alive. A pair of feet comes into sight. The quality of the man’s boots separates him from the common crowd, standing out even further from the rubbish and wreckage that surrounded him. He walked over to the still body, and kneeled onto the dusty surface of the ground. His expensive sea-blue coat became dirty, but he hardly cared. He found the girl to be barely breathing, and he whipped his hand into his coat. He pulled out a small device, and called into it for help...

==

A pair of dark eyes fluttered open, and frantically scanned the luscious room that the owner of the eyes lay in. There was a swift breathe of relief, and two porcelain arms pushed onto the grand bed the girl lay in. The girl stretched her arms, and yawned audibly. A sheepish look of contention filled her face, and her eyes closed for a few more precious seconds. Dragging herself out of bed, the girl changes out of her silk-pyjamas into more practical clothing, and she exits the bedroom.

After descending the stairs, she is greeted by a man sitting by himself at a table, a vast variety of juice and food before him. “Good morning Skyla.” The man said, smiling warmly. “Didn’t sleep in today?” The girl gave a small smile, barely acknowledging the man. She took a seat at the table, and helped herself to breakfast. The man returned to his business, and read off his holopad intently. He was accustomed to her behaviour, though he was still slightly saddened that she still exhibited such unfamiliarity towards him. He knew that the injuries she had suffered had caused her to lose a significant amount of her speech capabilities, but sometimes he suspected that she also used it as an excuse by absorbing herself into that impediment.

What he suspected was true. The girl stared blankly at the food in her spoon, her black eyes seemingly vacant but activity was blazing within her mind. It was not entirely her intentions to be rude to the man, but she couldn’t help it. She had no idea who she was; having awoken in a hospital several years ago without any recognition of her life. As far as Skyla was concerned, if that was truly her name anyway, her life started that day. And indeed, what a curious life that was. The man had stated clearly at the start that he wasn’t her father, and that he had found her in a street corner in the lower levels of Taris, dangerously close to death.

The man had offered to take her in, and Skyla had accepted, having no other alternatives. The man had proved to be patient and accepting, having provided Skyla with everything he had, which was a sizable fortune at that. Nevertheless, she found her life to be boring and meaningless. Which was why she volunteered to work for the man’s trading company. Initially, she found no work that suited her slightly. However, eventually Skyla found something that she liked, the space. This was why now she worked part-time as a starship pilot for the man, though she still lived in his house.

Initially, Skyla liked the job as knew that she wouldn’t have to work with anyone else other than the initial training. However, after seeing space for the first time, she fell in love with it, her motivation for work being neither money nor the isolation it provided, but rather the immeasurable boundaries the mysteries of space provided. The man was reluctant to let Skyla work by herself at the start, his reason being that she was far too young. However, he understood that it was something she sincerely wanted, and her pleading eyes were too difficult to dissuade against. The man decided to buy Skyla a new ship, knowing that the average freighter his company employed would most likely satisfy the capabilities Skyla would want.

Now though, Skyla was even more bored on the days that she wasn’t in space. Breaking her mind away from her flashback, Skyra put the spoonful of fruit into her mouth and chewed gingerly. The man suddenly remembered something, and looked up. “Ah that’s right Skyla, there is someone here to meet you today.” He said enthusiastically, trying to garner a response from Skyla. Her head slowly rose upwards, her obsidian black eyes locking onto the man’s face. Skyla found this to be odd, the people in the company were commonly told that she was the man’s niece, so who in the world would be here to meet her?

Having seen that he had Skyla’s attention, the man coughed and continued. “The person is from the Jedi Order, do you know what that is?” He asked gently. Skyla’s brow furrowed, but the image of a cloaked Jedi brandishing a lightsaber was familiar to her. The question was why? “Ah... Ok” Skyla croaked, only managing to form one word before closing her eyes from the effort. The man was joyous, Skyla only spoke every few days, so this was rare. “Very well, he is arriving this afternoon.” The man spoke, but Skyla was silent once more.

==

Skyla opened her eyes once again, this time finding herself lying in a simple bed. One glance at the room, and anyone would know that the room was far less grand and well furnished compared to the room she held on Taris. Her mind was a blank, and she found that the last two odd year was nothing but a distant memory. She knew that she was undertaking training to become a Jedi, but what that meant hardly mattered to her. What Skyla knew was that she had been recruited because she was force-sensitive, and that she found it to be utterly pointless.

Having left Taris, she had never returned once, though she had secretly arranged for her ship to be transported to Corouscant. It was now safely docked, in a private hangar that only she and her previous caretaker knew about. The man she had never seen again, but it was hardly important. Skyla found the path of a Jedi to be boring, and the name of her master escaped her mind. Life wasn’t easy, and she found herself isolated from her peers because of her general incapability of speech. Still, that was hardly important. The only time she felt sorrow during the last two years was when she found herself incapable of describing the beauty of a Nebula to another Padawan. At a lost of words, Skyla had burst into tears trying to describe the beauty of the vast orange dust cloud.

Now Skyla stay in her bed as it was still night. “Thar buuty… o… thar Narbo- boolaa” Skyla said, practicing to no one. The beauty of the Nebula…

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Skyla found herself in front of the hangar that her ship resided in. It had been several years once again, and her training had been completed. Was she sad that she was going to leave the Jedi? No. She felt nothing for them, and she knew that they most likely felt nothing for her. Skyla’s two lightsabers were clipped to her belt, she having kept them because she found them to be rather useful. What was it that she was taught again? Niman? Jar'Kai? Did it matter?

Entering the code to the hangar door for the first time, Skyla contemplated her time with the Jedi. Was she going to miss anything? No. Would she have been satisfied staying with her daily routines? No. Skyla’s ‘contemplation’ ended swiftly, the grinding of the hangar doors welcoming her back to the present time. Skyla walked inside, the outlining of the distinct looking ship becoming visible. The ship had been asleep for years, dormant. Not anymore… Skyla thought. Back to the beauty of the Nebula.

Technical Information​

Name: Skyla Shimagura
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Race: Vahla
Faction: Shade Order
Rank: Knight
Height: 5 foot (Extremly short for her species)
Build: Light, very skinny
Hair colour: Changes often, normally jetblack with purple streaks and highlights.
Eye colour: Gray
Notes: Speech impediment resulting from childhood injuries. Occasionally capable of forming a few sentences consecutively though this is very difficult for Skyla. This impediment seems to improve as time progresses. Occasional neck problems, solves this by nearly constantly wearing an advanced neck brace.
Gear: A standard violet lightsaber, a green shoto, light legging armour, standard pilot clothing, a neck brace that comes with a glowing HUD that lets Skyra monitor her health status, head set (Communication device and music player), utility belt that contains repair tools. Wrist and ankle holsters.
Ship:

Zemi Sion​

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