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The dreams came back to her every night.
Every night when Serra, ex-Senator of Naboo’s head hit the pillow, the dreams came rushing in. The dreams of the Sith as they slaughtered her people. It was her mistake going there- the Sith followed her. They wanted her dead after her original plan of defense at the Senate Hall on Coruscant, but once she had escaped she had gone to Naboo where the Sith had followed her. Her people were slaughtered because of her- but they still helped her escape, and Serra resented them for it. She brought the Sith there, and her people were still so willing to help.
But now the once rich Senator is barely making rent as a bartender at a cantina on Nar Shadda- Hutt territory, far away from the Empire, but just as dangerous, for if the Hutt’s find out who she is, they could wager her over to the Empire, or deprive her of her pride by enslaving her. She had to go by a different name now, an ordinary name no one would recognize.
Daria Cade. It definitely had a Corellian ring to it, nothing of the Naboo sorts, and that’s the exact thing Serra needed. But how long would she stay at this stink hole on Nar Shadaa? She needed to be out helping the Republic, not doing this bantha poo!
“Hey princess, how about we go find a room, and after you can get paid some real money,” a smuggler had said to her as she filled up his ale.
“Heh, not a chance, bud,” she replied as she slipped him his beverage before busying herself with other customers. The manager of the cantina had definitely taken advantage of her by giving her such a low salary- but what could she do? She couldn’t bargain with him, he knew how desperate she was for a job- and she was isolated from her friends and family who were currently suffering the might of the New Imperium.
I just want to go home, she thought grimly to herself.
Every night when Serra, ex-Senator of Naboo’s head hit the pillow, the dreams came rushing in. The dreams of the Sith as they slaughtered her people. It was her mistake going there- the Sith followed her. They wanted her dead after her original plan of defense at the Senate Hall on Coruscant, but once she had escaped she had gone to Naboo where the Sith had followed her. Her people were slaughtered because of her- but they still helped her escape, and Serra resented them for it. She brought the Sith there, and her people were still so willing to help.
But now the once rich Senator is barely making rent as a bartender at a cantina on Nar Shadda- Hutt territory, far away from the Empire, but just as dangerous, for if the Hutt’s find out who she is, they could wager her over to the Empire, or deprive her of her pride by enslaving her. She had to go by a different name now, an ordinary name no one would recognize.
Daria Cade. It definitely had a Corellian ring to it, nothing of the Naboo sorts, and that’s the exact thing Serra needed. But how long would she stay at this stink hole on Nar Shadaa? She needed to be out helping the Republic, not doing this bantha poo!
“Hey princess, how about we go find a room, and after you can get paid some real money,” a smuggler had said to her as she filled up his ale.
“Heh, not a chance, bud,” she replied as she slipped him his beverage before busying herself with other customers. The manager of the cantina had definitely taken advantage of her by giving her such a low salary- but what could she do? She couldn’t bargain with him, he knew how desperate she was for a job- and she was isolated from her friends and family who were currently suffering the might of the New Imperium.
I just want to go home, she thought grimly to herself.
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