Ch 1 : Freedom & Discovery

There she stood, wearing nothing but a grubby shirt, pants and sneakers that barely fit her properly. Scar’let was careful to keep everyone more than arms reach from her as she roamed the street trying not to look too lost or homely. But she was…both lost and homely looking. She served as a slave in her master’s bedroom… or those of his friends. She never learned to fight or hunt. How was she to survive? She knew nothing of social environments or how to find a trade. So she sat and began a journal… a datapad journal. Like her mother, she had this internal need to write and record the events and experiences of her life.

I have served as a slave now for 17 years. My opportunity arrived! I killed the vile creature who was my master. I knew he would become complacent. His tough poodoo. I stole some things from him and managed to get a flight into Mos Eisley, Tattooine... far from everything!
~~sigh~~
So, here I am. Newly arrived and lost as can be. Trusting few but ... in need. A seemingly kind human, Vong, took me under his wing for the evening and helped me get basically familar with my newfound freedom. I am deeply indebted to him. He too has secrets, though. Don't we all.

Before I was enslaved, I took vows in the monestary:
To be true to my word, true to my path, and true to myself.

Now to walk this new path... alone.... None will get that close to me again. None will be violating. I will hunt all slavers whenever I encounter them.

Imperial Army in Mos Eisley

An army of Imperials with an ATST marched through Mos Eisley today searching folks and trying to recruit new members. I declined. They said they would watch me.

Wary, but also intensely curious, She strived to get to know the layout of this new city she was in. Crowds make her uncomfortable, so she kept to less crowded places like the med centre and the quieter streets as she walked about the city… the city of Mos Eisley, where supposedly the most heinous villains of the galaxy seem to gather. But so too do people looking to start a new life… and those looking to help them do so. The sandy streets were litters with rubble of buildings and old ship parts.

She passed a huge ship that looked like in had crashed there many many years ago. It had been converted into a cantina (bar) named the Lucky Despot. She overheard someone speak of Lady Valerian within and chose to avoid the location. Her master had had dealing with Lady Valerian. She was a cruel woman, whose main services included assassination. She remembered this from listening in on conversations while sitting at her master’s feet in his casual discussion lounge.

Vong had taught her some basics, like where to get her wounds healed, how to heal her mind in the cantina, what foods to eat and avoid, and how to use a mission terminal to earn some creds. These were crucial lessons for her survival. Everyone was dependant on a service. She had to learn how to offer one… and fast. She found trainers near the starport and signed on to learn scouting and hunting, as well as unarmed and one-handed weapons combat. She vowed to become a great hunter.

When I first arrived by starship in Mos Eisley, I felt very lost. The buildings were crowded and all sand/mud-hut style. There were many people. However, the people are a mix of new folks of all races and people with experience willing to help new arrivals become acquainted. Mos Eisley is also full of criminals, so be careful.

Once I figured out how to use the free travel voucher I received from a mission, I traveled by starship (with return ticket to Mos Eisley) to Theed, Naboo. I thought Mos Eisley was busy! Theed is a HUGE metropolis. Also crowded, but not so friendly or helpful. There was also a booth with Imerial recruiters right next to the starport entrance. The starport is an amazing site, though! Enormous bays with many starships. No waiting for a ship there.

I was invited to Vong’s city on Naboo, the name I have already forgotten. The Zabrak from earlier hunted me down. Comm tag is a fun game. Although I was busy with fighting spiders the size of landspeeders when he arrived! I plan on being a Master Scout, Hunter, Ranger.

Well, Naboo is very beautiful, very green. The creatures are tougher than those on Tattooine. The missions from the mission terminals are far from the city. I have discovered that I really need to save for a vehicle. I chose two missions from Theed and began a hunt. I met the Zabrak hunter on the way. His name is Blimey. The universe called something... I felt it… our connection is strong. But who is he? Can he be trusted? He checked me out, and sized me up. I will be cautious. I will not be anyone's slave ever again. We hunted together. I learned much about scouting and unarmed combat. Maybe we will hunt together again. The company was... not unpleasant. It would also be nice to learn more of my culture from one who is part of it.

I feel bad for not visiting Vong’s city while I was on Naboo. I couldn’t remember the name of it to look it up on the map… and none of the map names reminded me.

I have just returned to Tattooine to heal in the medical centre. I am more familiar with the dust of this planet. I will train further here before venturing elsewhere. I sat in the med centre resting and meditating:

She spent much time listening to people around her and taking in all the news. She would promtly and curiously research people’s names on the data channels of her datapad and discovered how to look up their general records… or bios. There she discovered many other things both about the individual people and about the galaxy’s social structures.

These guilds are divided mainly four ways: Imperial, Rebel, criminal/freelance, and neutral. Some receive great support from their faction. Others struggle and disappear in the confusion or dissolve, heaving never left a mark on the galaxy. ISF was a strong group… but even the strongest can fall to corruption and disinterest.

A new day dawned and Scar’let was bound to more hunting and training. The earlier hunts proved to be painful lessons for her, but she was not deterred. She scrounged her few earned creds and went to the bizarre to see if she could purchase something to protect her better than the fraying clothes she currently wore. The best she found was one lonely but decent quality pair of Ubese armored pants. The rest of the potential armor was too expensive. This one article alone cleaned out her new bank account. She would have to continue fighting in the scruffy shirt and worn sneakers, which were not withstanding the hunting very well at all.

It is dangerous to fight without protection. It is even more dangerous to be overt with your faction standing. If someone is overt then anyone of the other faction may attack them without warning. Such boldness invites danger. Duels can break out. And death can be dealt.

Today I went hunting with Blimey. His guild needs a doctor and pushed him to beocome it, so he took up the medic profession and needed help with resources. So we hunted together. I gathered hides and meats and we earned some creds together. He healed me as I fought and jumped in when I really needed a hand. He is very skilled at fighting and kills critters quickly. I am slow as I learn my skills. He is very careful and respectful when he heals me. He just seems intuitively aware of my discomforts. His healing me helped him learn his medic skills. I will hunt 1k meat and 1k leathery hides for him for his meds.

We met another Zabrak in the med centre (on Tattooine in Mos Eisley). Eseefa was his name. He is an armoursmith and will make armour for me. I will hunt hides for him too. I watched him kill a rebel in the med centre. I was a bit stunned. He explained that if a Rebel was going to sit overtly and not pay attention… then it was his Imperial duty to send that Rebel to the cloners. He used a huge war hammer. I feel that many folks either lean toward the Imperial faction or they just really dislike the rebels. There seems to be many Imperials wherever I go. I also watched other dueling in different places. I learned that fighting causes battle fatigue that makes it harder to fight. I learned that chilling in the cantina can be relaxing and relieve the battle fatigue. I was never expected to fight before, as a slave. Now I am learning it is a must. Everyone keeps asking me if I am Rebel or Imperial. It isn't any of their business which. When I make that decision, if I make that decision, it is my business and mine alone.

Eeseefra gave me 10k creds for some reason. I bought a backpack at last with the creds I earned from the missions I did and with the 10k creds he gave me. It contained Mabari armour. Not great Mabari armour, but better than nothing. Especially after fighting in my sneakers all day... and suffering for it... and being teased by Blimey for it. He would cringe every time I kicked something or whenever something bit at my feet… then snicker and seriously remind me that I need armored boots. Well, no kidding! I liked the Mabari boots, body armour, and gloves. The Ubese armour pants I bought yesterday are better quality, so I will use them. I dislike the Mabari helm. Eeseefra is going to make Ubese armour for me. Soon I will be a good fighter and hunter. The backpack the temporary armor came in was also handy. I needed the packpack to sort my gear. I want another pack, so I can have one for harvested stuffs and one for personal stuffs.

A wookie trained me in scouting skills today, too. I learned the Wookie language from him and taught him Zabrak. I also taught trapping skills to some folks, what little I knew of it so far. I did not charge them. I was once helped for free, I can at least return the favour... carried forward. Time for sleep. Zabrak are tough, but we need sleep too.

Chadek Ordo stretched as he walk his new steps of freedom. Looking woefully at his slightly wrinked hands, he sought out the hotel and a personal facility. What has 20 years in prison done to him? Washing his hands and scrubbing his face for more creds than should be permitted to be charged to do so, he stared annoyed at his grey-haired reflection. He was still lean and fit. Hard labour in prison helped maintain that. But did he still have what it takes to fight and hunt? Could he work his way back up to being a skilled bounty hunter and rejoin his clan with honour? He still felt like the hardened warrior. Now he wanted to test himself… see if he really still was.

Seeing a fine opportunity in a female Zabrak hunter, he spoke with her a bit about honour and battle. She seemed so wary and distrusting. Most Zabrak he net were very honour-bound. He wanted to know if she was as well. Scar’let thought he was a bit offensive and thought she could likewise test herself against him. So, she challenged him to a duel.

Well today has been interesting. While hunting, I met a human. He was an older man from the Ordo Bounty Hunter clan. He has spent the last 20 years as a POW (prisoner of war). He had fought Zabrak. I didn't trust him. So I dueled him to test his honour. I lost. His experience won out over my current training. Humbled. I was definitely humbled. I also now know I still am no match for anyone who really attacks me. But it was a good fight... and he fought with honour. I will remember him. We have both had tough lives in the past years. Trust is not an easy thing. I am discovering slowly that Zabrak and Wookies are not the only sentient beings with honour.

I continued to hunt for Blimey. His order is time consuming. Maybe he will buy it in chunks? I have not found any herbivore meat or wooly hide on my hunts so far on Tattooine. I will offer him what I have found. He emailed me a request for eggs as well. So now I add nest stealing to each hunt mission. I am beginning to wish I never knew what went into meds! It is worse than sausages!!

Human Curiosity

Concluding that this Zabrak was too inexperienced a fighter to bother with, Chadek decided to go elsewhere for a challenge. She is far to wary and distrusting. She must have been as badly abused in her past as he was. He respected her desire for distance and departed for another system. She went out to continue her contract of hunting for Blimey.

Well this was partly a foolish experience. I was tediously hunting for Blimey when I came across a small group of houses. One had a great vendor with lots of armor. Another had a vendor with some vehicles. When I went to attack the Jabba Swoopers (a gang of thugs that invaded the small village), I was assisted my a human, named JeanLuc Picard. He lives in one of the houses and also has a vendor with all kinds of stuff. I bought a fishing pole to try that for earning some survival experience. He is from another galaxy and through some sort of galactic accident, ended up here. He was a captain of a ship, but it was destroyed. There was another human in his house who seemed very polite. We hunted together a bit.

On our way back to Mos Eisley, we came across pirates. We fought then they surrendered. The human sat to heal himself while I spoke to the pirates. I must have said something wrong, because I angered them immensely and they “killed”(?) me. I woke in the cloning facility in the Mos Eisley. I still don't know what I said that made them so angry.

The human man, met up with me again and invited me to hunt on Endor. I had heard Endor was a tough planet. But the opportunity to try to "fit in" and learn to hunt with a group was too good to pass up. The trip was VERY expensive. So if you ever consider going, it is more than 2k creds one way! I earned back what I spent and gained MUCH experience. The people I hunted with trained me as we hunted. They all used large animals in the fight. Pets. WOW! I harvested along the way. I survived only a couple missions before I woke disoriented in another cloning facility. Endor is a very tough planet! So I returned to Mos Eisley for "safer" hunting. I finished my training there and went to the med centre to heal from my wounds. Blimey was there!

You see! Somehow there is an incredibly strong connection. We traveled together out of town where I could practice crafting camp kits and traps and setting up and taking down camps (which I did with some success and some failure). He busily crafted medical supplies. His guild is not doing so well. They are a small Imperial guild city planted in the middle surrounded by 4 Rebel cities. Not wise planning. They were nearly wiped out. I wonder what he is going to do? Well, we sat and crafted together. It was... not unpleasant. He is fine to watch. He is fine to speak with. He never pressures or pushes or pries, like the curious humans. Then again, he is Zabrak.

Touched *grrr*

I was so shocked that I could not move and shoved the experience to the back of my mind and so did not write it in the datapad yesterday (this morning?).

JeanLuc will be making a speeder bike for me for 14k. Upon leaving his place, he suddenly reached out and hugged me! I was so stunned I didn't know whether to kill him or run. He apologized immediately with great confusion. He believes this is normal behavior. Maybe it is just that he is from another galaxy. Maybe it is my own personal past experiences.

For future reference... DO NOT TOUCH ME!!!

Blimey

Later, we crossed paths again! My meditations have revealed nothing at this time. Maybe it is a test of trust? I wish I knew.... We went hunting today, hunting slavers.... It was good.

I got beaten bad by Rock Beetles. Warning, the bugs swarm on you. And then had to save Blimey's life from a giant nasty rat. That was a close call for me too. I led the rat away some distance and got it lost, then returned to his side. He lived. I cannot heal, he is the healer. Strange to see a fighter in that role.

Strange how my aspirations have changed. When I was young, all I ever wanted to be was a healer. Not now. I am a hunter.

When I returned to the med centre (like it was some base of operations... feels that way), I met up with Eeseefa, that friend of Blimey's who will be making Ubese armor for me. I traded him my 370 units of Endor wooly hide. He will trade me the armor as soon as he has it made. He also informed me that Banthas give wooly hide here, but the leather is becoming more available.

I will rest in the med centre a while. Back at the hunt later tonight.

I wanted my own karken speeder bike. I was determined to stay up as long as I had to to earn the creds to get it! I also heard that if I could find a vehicle customization kit, I could paint it.

I am already amazed. I actually OWN things... that are MINE. The armor is mine. I earned them. I bought my own armor and backpacks. My very own. Wow. And no one will take them from me. Eeseefa had my armor ready for me. Ubese armor. It is all black and looks fantastic. I am proud of my accomplishments. I will hunt more hides for him as I got the better end of the deal and he gave me more armor than my wooly hides (given to him yesterday) could have produced. I came across someone very new, like I was a few days ago. I gave him the free armor I got with my first backpack. *shrug* He needed it, I didn't, I had better.

I am starting to make a business, earning my own keep, by hunting. The missions are a learning experience. I am also learning my limits. I took two level 13 missions for 1.6k creds each. They were WAY to difficult for me to handle alone. They were against Eopie, which I can get milk from by the way! Unfortunately, I had to forfeit on these two missions and break the contracts. I am so ashamed and embarrassed... I should have known I was not ready for them. I will have to work extra hard and earn back the trust. Although it seems that the folks that put their mission requests into the terminal, do not seem to care who takes them. I hope someone picks up those missions that I dropped, so the folks are not left hanging. I am now a better judge of what I can handle and what I cannot.

I met a young Zabrak, just a kid... With a LONG name...I will call him Malek for short. He was too young really to be on his own. But on his own he was. So I took him under my wing for the night. I taught him everything I know so far about being a scout, crafting supplies, hunting strategy. We did many missions together last night. It was a LONG night. The last mission was mine and was MUCH tougher than it should have been. I chose a level 8 mission but these thugs, Valerian's Thugs, were exceptionally difficult. We tried to draw them into the Imperial squad that was nearby, but the Imperials were USELESS and did nothing to help us. After 2 hours of trying to kill these thugs, we were spent in all ways and nearly dead, making this the LONGEST day I have had since I claimed my freedom. Two men, Idwayn (Zabrak: Carboneer) and Ludo (Human: Scout/medic) were doing missions next to our last nasty mission. I worked up courage and humility and asked them for their help. We then helped them with their missions. Idwayn is an amazing shot!! Two shots and his target is dead! I still prefer to look my enemy in the eye when I kill it. The kid was so excited he bounced around and danced and jumped... Kids. He then learned a very hard lesson from me. In his excitement, he bounced over and kissed me. Well, I stood up and reprimanded him severely and challenged him to a duel. It nearly scared him to death.

No one touches me. NO ONE!

~~sigh~~

Well all was well just the same and the teen Zabrak was more somber. By the end of helping with other missions, I had FINALLY earned enough to get my bike. So that is what I did. I went and bought my speeder bike from JeanLuc's vendor. He even had a vehicle customization kit. Bonus! I promptly painted my bike. My bike... wow... I own it. I earned the funds on my own, paid for it on my own... And it is mine and not some master's.

Blimey and I spoke a little on the comm... But we were both too busy to get together. He is now a Master Medic. I smile for him. He worked hard for it. Long and hard. I hope the Imperial Special Forces honor him with the conviction he put into becoming what they wanted/needed him to be.

Makes me wonder sometimes... What is going on with this war? Imperial versus Rebel.

*Notes from Dr. Blimey Onion's personal log*
Scar'let has come far from when I first met her. Things are well for me but money is tight, and desperatly needed as training is very expensive. I have since advanced to Novice Doctor and have been terribly busy making rounds at the hospital. It seems an Intern’s work is never done. But that is the price of becoming a Doctor and learning your specialization. As to my guild, I have heard nothing. I continually get emails saying this or that person has left the guild. Ten in the last week. I ran into a fellow member, Shicoss an Image designer/pistoleer yesterday and she told me she was looking for a new guild. I told her to let me know how she does.

I would like to say a few words about the faction wars now. Ever since I was old enough my father told me stories of his days as an Imperial Storm Trooper. They were always stories filled with adventure, narrow escapes, and massive battles on different worlds. He came back and retired after 23 long years in the service of the Empire. His body was broken from the damage he had sustained from all of the fighting, yet he still carries a happy demeanor. I have always wanted to follow in his foot steps. But I never liked to see him in pain. This is why I chose to become an Imperial.

I went out into the galaxy in pursuit of becoming the ultimate warrior. But I was requested by my guild to try a support role. I was completely humiliated being requested to do a desk job. But it seems life has a bit of irony in it after all. Now as a Doctor I bring relief to those in need, and through this it quiets the inner pain as I watch from a afar my father limping slightly from the shrapnel wound two decades ago. This is interesting because as a boy I never wanted to deal anything but death to the infidels. Humility and hubris run in massive circles in the world of PvP. Maybe my being forced into this job is a good thing afterall. My professor says that I am still young and that I will soon grow out of my spirit for fighting. I dont think I will. I will continue my fencing training, I dont ever want to be caught off guard. But I will also listen to him, he is old and very wise. I have learned a great deal from him.

I have seen the fight back and forth from both Imperial and Rebel. I am constantly badgered by both sides in my own clinic. Yesterday, an overt Imp failed to let me know his status. Once I healed him I was automatically discovered as a covert Imperial! I was vunerable to attack in a place of healing! I was challenged several times and I pleaded to the overt Imp not to come in if they are TEF. He was completely rude in his comments, and shared no care for his fellow patriots. I told him to remember my name, that he would see me again someday. Unfortunatley, I have found insulance and disdain for life in at least 1/3 of the Imperials I do business with.

My point. I do not mind fighting for a cause, as long as the people you fight with share civility amongst each other. I have not seen this as a prevelant concern with Imperial soldiers. As a result, I am considering removing myself from this factions standing. Becoming neutral as I continue observing. I may never fight along either side. But I will fight for my own honor.

I am glad to see that Scar'let came all the way to corellia to visit me in the clinic. I know her training and work keep her very busy, and was happy to see her take a small break from it. She seems stressed to me sometimes. Always with a silent anger on her shoulder as she sets about her tasks. I wonder sometimes how bad the slavers were to her. It is something she will work out as time moves on. She has told me of her wishes to become a great Ranger some day. A truly honorable profession. And one suited for a silent loner such as herself. I wish her luck in her quest. And somewhere inside of me, I wonder if we will ever be good friends instead of just business partners...
Time will tell.

Last time I was at Coronet, Corellia, I was a slave. I was not permitted to lift my eyes. Blimey invited me to visit him in the Med centre there. I cashed in all my funds and went. Why? I did so without a second thought. Why? (*still my meditations reveal nothing to me on him.) Well, this time, I looked up! And wow! I stood still for so long it annoyed people. I was awed at the sight of the matropolis and the tall buildings! Wow... If only my comm wasn't acting up...

I was so exhausted from the previous night's hunting. So I just sat and watched Blimey work. It was relaxing. He became frustrated at one point when another doctor would not give him a chance to practice. So I offered to duel him as I knew he would knock me flat... but then he could practice healing me. Did I just agree to that!?! I guess I do trust him. But we hardly know each other. How can I trust him? It is just... a feeling... sounds silly. Afterwards I crafted some traps to try hunting on this planet (later). I also explored the map and discovered a "salon" in the city. What was that? So I went to see. It was a tent. Inside I found a Zabrak, Ayrizale, who is a master Image Designer. We talked a bit. She can change a persons looks and body. She refined my form slightly for free. I was honored. I have been discovering so many Zabrak around these days!

Today I ventured to the outskirts of Coronet to explore a bit and to hunt. Hunting alone is comforting. I do not have to worry about people invading my space, prying, or touching me. It is safe.... I discovered that the creatures hanging around the city are easy to hunt. Durni's are a challenge at the moment, but everything else is very very easy. Corellia has attack butterflies! I worked on my unarmed fighting and more of my scouting. After a while, I discovered... I was ... kind of lonely. Even as a slave, I was never completely alone (especially after my first few escape attempts).

I am amazed that Blimey actually reads this journal. Perhaps I should be more guarded about what I write. Or not. I got to learn a bit about him. It helps me understand and respect him and his choices. My choices are in my heart, safe behind stone walls.

I never got to check out the Points of Interest today. I chose to do 2 missions instead, to see what missions were like on this planet. Not much different than any other, just different critters. Blimey called me on the comm. He earned himself his own (not belonging to his guild) house. He gave me the coordinates and said it would be a good place for me to drop off supplies and resources for him when he is not around. The hospital rounds are keeping him very busy. Today he took a break from them to establish his new house. My missions were on the way to his house. And right next to free land where many houses and vendors and shops were set up. It would be nice one day to have a house of my own. But that would mean laying down roots and potentially being found and enslaved again.

My day went from lonely to sourly annoying. My first mission was against diseased velts. I got diseased. There were so many of them. I was sick, hurt, and overwhelmed. Not that any one of them was difficult alone, but many of them, was too many, especially when diseased myself. Sitting in my camp, shivering from the disease, I struggled to craft more camp kits and traps. I was barely able to do so. Blimey came to assist me. He healed what he could, but couldn't heal the disease. It was going to be a good bit of practice experience for him as I strive to do my missions despite the disease. He kept up with the heals, and when I got too run down, he took over the fight.

Once done we went to his new house. He seems so proud to own it. It sounds almost like he is a slave to his guild. Well, maybe more like a neglected member with obligations. If you want to know where this new house is, you will have to ask him. I have been entrusted with it and even set on the administration list for it. He is honouring me with the freedom (wow, the freedom) to use it whenever, if ever, I need to. I sat there on the floor of the new smelling empty first room shivering from the damnable disease. He got me hot tea and sat with me and healed me as much as he could till the disease finally subsided. He was kind to me. I am growing to trust him more and more. I trust him now to touch me enough to heal me. He has a gentle hand and nature. Reminds me of my fathers gentleness when I was ill as a small child. Yes, Blimey will be a very fine doctor. I stepped out into the evening as he was about to get himself some sleep before a long day of more hospital rounds. I was going to check out the POI's.. and it started to rain. Lovely. Not. Oh well, I crashed with my bedroll on his floor instead.

Laying there I pondered...
I tried to remember what it was like in the monestary when I was a teen. That was so long ago. Much of it is hazey save for a for key moments. My thoughts drifted to my time in slavery... and my mood fouled. I had heard that my old master had actualy survived my attack. I was so sure he had died. Maybe he was cloned. DAMN. I also heard that he had hunters after me. Hopefully they will not find me. I should make my stay on Corellia short and get myself back to that distant dust rock called Tattooine. He likely would not expect to find me there. I was never raised to be a fighter. Why would I ever let my "soft self" endure such a harsh environment. He will likely hunt for me here on Corellia. I should keep more distance from Blimey. I do not want to get him mixed up in this. It is too risky. I have come to respect him... even like him. He is a reliable business partner and fighting comrad. I always feel he wants to be closer. But... that would put him in danger now.

Coronet - 4 - then left

GRUMBLE!!
I waterlogged both my bikes trying to take them across the sea to Vreni Island. I was SOAKED and irritable. Thankfully the beach has soft sand where I dried off and cleared the water from the bikes.

POI - Vreni Island was... quiet as a ghost town. A few locals and CorSec officers roamed ... but very few. Saw the Outside Grand Theatre POI. Interesting. Although how anyone can be heard over the fountain there I do not know. Grabbed a shuttle this time and left.

POI - Bela Vistal was my next stop. It to was quiet. However, Corsec officers raomed about lots. They seemed to make up the majority of the population. So, I guess criminals avoid this place! The Crystal Fountain POI in Bela Vistal was not anything exciting. Grabbed a shuttle back to Coronet.

Coronet was kind of quiet except in the starport. Someone was kind enough to train my unarmed skills for free there. Coronet Starport is the place to be for hearing the news of the day.

NEWS: Dathomir Avian Meat is the top meat for making buffs at the moment and is selling for 177cpu!

DAMN!! I wish I had enough money to travel there! I would hunt for that!

Instead I stood in the rain waiting for the starship back to Tattooine. Good thing too. One of my masters minions was tailing me! I got on the shuttle and it left just as he came into the starport. Back on Tattooine, I crashed in the med centre to rest and heal. I wonder if Blimey's rounds will bring him here again. I hope I have lost the guy hunting me.

Distance and Solitude

I met up with Malek again last night to go hunting. He has really worked hard on his skills, it really shows. We traveled from Mos Eisley to Southern Frontier doing missions. That was a ghost town. After checking my datapad and the map, I discovered a tip and some potential news about Anchorhead. So that was our next stop. It was quite busy for a small town. Many locals about. The tip was to check out the man in the pit. So I did. He asked me to take a mission against a Bounty Hunter that was after him. This was an opportunity to see what they are like... to face one. Rhalia was her name and she was VERY tough... much tougher than we thought. After killing her (and waking in the cloning centre ourselves) she too cloned and we faced her again... with little better success. She did not come back to us this time. The man in the pit then gave us Bantha dolls. We saved a few to sell and kept a few as souvenirs. One I will give as a gift to Blimey for all he has done for me. He also asked us to deliver one to some monks, which we did and were gifted with a shellfish harvesting tool schematic. I will have to bring this to someone with engineering training to make.

While in Anchorhead, I checked out the other tips I overheard and confirmed them. They are regarding the Imperial/Rebel factions... but that info will cost you. I was then spotted by the Bounty Hunter sent after me by my ex-master. DAMN. I was sure he would not follow me to Tattooine. So Malak and I hopped a shuttle to Bestine. On the way to do some missions out of Bestine, I saw a museum. We also saw Jedi! JEDI!!! They were overtly Rebel... JEDI!!! They are actually REAL!! I saw them with my own eyes. But they were on the run for their own mission and I did not get to talk to them.

Blimey now has many harvesters for his med supplies. But still needs a few more. He asked if we could meet up at his house so he can transfer ownership to me to free up his systems to allow him to have another harvester or two. I was very leary. If I lay roots, I can be found. I will have to face off my Master again soon I think... but I am just not skilled enough to tackle it. Well, worried I would get discovered in Bestine and not wanting young Malek in any further danger, I grabbed a starship to Blimey's house (no amount of money will convince me to divulge its exact location).

Blimey saw another Image Designer... I think he is becoming an addict... hehe... He REALLY looks different. Good... but different. Hmmm... that gives me an idea... maybe if I change my look, I will be able to shake the hunter on my tail? I will meditate on this possibility. I hid in Blimey's very empty house. He set the security system on it as he arrived and showed me how to use it. I am safe while in here. I just can't stay here exclusively. The house is empty. Though, this emptiness was... relaxing. Very relaxing. Blimey managed to make me smile... I can't even remember over what. And he gave me a skirt. He wanted to wear it... but couldn't. It just was not designed unisexually. He looks good in skirts and informed me that he is comfortable in his manhood that a skirt will not interfere with it. Anyways, he gave me the skirt. It is all black and looks decent on me. I had not worn a skirt since I was a slave. But this skirt was not the flimsy kind of stuff I was forced to wear. It was a full length and very heavey leather-belted black skirt. Thank you Blimey.

Well, when I got up today and stepped outside of Blimey's house there were Rebels with generators and harvesters to the left, a severe infestation of gubbers to the right and dead ahead were a band of thieves and smugglers. The thieves and smugglers were more interested in the Rebels so I left them to each other. I went to take care of the gubber infestation. Damn were they really rooted in! It took me almost 2 hours. I got a lot of experience at it though. So when I dropped into town to see Blimey in the Med Centre for healing I was ready for some training. I got training from someone in front of the starport. Got my healing... but Blimey had another job to run to. So I decided to check out the salon. Hmmm... a new look... well the Force was not with me at this time. The designer was barely a novice and the others were too busy for me. As I stepped out, I ran headlong into the man hunting me! We just stood and stared at each other for a moment. (So... do I be brave and beat the crap out of him and then get knocked flat and dragged back into slavery? That would be really stupid. I ought to run.) Those were my instant thoughts. Well I was brave and stupid... a bit. I surprised him with my fighting skills and a well placed knee. He never thought or expected me to be able to fight, especially with me not in armor at the time. As he hit the ground... I RAN! Coronet is a big and busy city, thankfully. I lost him in the crowd of the cantina and then used my skills and natural colour to drop and hide in the bushes of a garden. He passed me by. But that was WAY TOO CLOSE!!! I want to head back to the safety of the house, but if I move... he will certainly find me.

Maloraan, Scar’let’s ex-slave master and a drug smuggler lord, certainly did survive the attack of an inexperience fighter like herself. She had let the feral free inside her and it took him by surprise. She had strangled him and blackness overcame him. He woke to his personal medic ensuring he was safe and alive. But now… now he was furious. His best and most interesting and satisfying slave did him harm AND escaped! Well, he sent out a couple of his better hunters after her. Now they were hot on her trail.

Met up with Blimey today and brought him some much needed herbivore meat for his medical supplies.

I visited the Image Designer and had some subtle changes made... hope it throws off the bounty hunters.

Then I went to Kor Vella to check out a set of caves marked as POI on my Corellian map. There were many Imperials roaming the city... and several people trying to kill them! I didn't stick around to find out more. The caves were fascinating, fun fighting... painful... but FUN! There is a thrill in the hunt that is so very seductive. When I got back to Blimey's Med Centre, he healed me. Odd how I feel somewhat safe around him. He is a good and reliable business partner. I keep saying that. Should I be wary of this "safe" feeling, this growing sense of trust?

I shoved the thoughts to the back of my mind and followed him to Talus where he showed me his new harvesters. Talus reminds me much about Corellia. Well... it rains more on Talus and it has GIANT MUSHROOMS!! Oh, Micro Flora Farms are cute... they contain baby plants inside. I had never seen one before! (so give me a break...) I hope no hunters followed me to Talus. If I even get a sense of one near I would have split from Blimey without a second thought. They are very tough and I do not think either of us, even together, could beat one at the moment. And, I do not want to see him hurt or killed, especially on my account!

Hmm... I think I am... getting too close with Blimey... too comfortable... I... I want to know more about him. I dared to ask him about his necklace which he ALWAYS wears, sentimental he said, I left it at that in case he thinks I am... too interested in him. I shouldn't be. I... I am dropping this train of writing... AARRGGGHHH~~~

I will go kill stuff... that will get this out of my system... I HOPE!!! Back to Kor Vella to that cave!

Their last tracking of her was to Kor Vella. But she was gone. Just as they were about to head back to the starport, she stepped off the shuttle. One grinned to the other for their luck. They paid the Imperial Chief officers to look the other way. Then they flanked her. The Bounty hunter and his partner were much pleased. They will be well paid for this success.

I am Zabrak. I am FREE. I am a fighter. I should not be afraid!!! My ex-master's Bounty Hunter caught me. I was cornered in Kor Vella. He was not alone. Another one hit me hard with ... I don't know what. I woke here... wherever here is. I have no pack, no weapons, no creds, no armor. Just my skirt and my shirt... and my datapad. I am hoping it is working, as it looks a bit dinged up. I can taste blood in my mouth. I am sore. I don't want to even look at the bruises.

I am in a small metal cell. I think I am on a ship... but maybe not. Why didn't the Imperial troopers stop them? They were right there watching!

I can hear them... they are speaking Basic. They are going to take my datapad away... and everything else...

I was captured.
I shouldn't be afriad... but I am.
What will they do to me? Will they locate the new friends I made and hurt them too?
I am ashamed of my fear...

I WANT MY FREEDOM BACK!!! IF IT KILLS ME!!!

...and Blimey comes to mind...

Scar’let was crammed into a cold metal animal crate meant for a hurrton. Blood caked her ear and neck where one of the bounty hunter’s had hit her with his baton. There were three hunters. Two human and one Trandoshan. The Trandoshan was piloting the ship while the other two made arrangements for their prize. They set up a larger cage and and set the chained manacles into the hull wall for when they had her out of the cage… for … entertainment purposes. After all, the request was for capture alive… no mention of in what state.

Their names and faces never were in Scar’let’s mind as when the door to the cage opened, she was quickly struck in the face, temporarily blinded, while they blinfolded her and chained her to the hull. The confiscated everything. They took her comm and crushed it in case it had a homing beakon in it. They sifted through the datapad, reading all the journals. Noting several mentions of some Imperial names, they retrieved some of her belongings and clothes, took a knife to her arm for some blood and sent some droids out to lead any potential rescuers of false trails. They really didn’t want any run-ins with Imperial Special Forces. Nor did they want to risk losing their prize.

And a fine prize she was. They had stripped her to nothing. The look of the hairless Zabrak before them was enticing. No hair, not even at her private parts. The temptation was too great. And besides, they had plenty of time before they reached Lok.

*Notes from Dr. Blimey Onion's personal log*
Today has been a terrible day. I have taken a leave of absence, my professor and mentor has given me what little credits he could spare to aid in the search of a dear friend. I am now in pursuit of the bounty hunters that have captured Scar'let. My resources are limited, so I asked around at the hospital and found two willing helpers. Both are novices but their skills should help. One is a Ranger, the other a Bounty Hunter. I am hoping they can lead me close enough to her. If I can get to her location I can call an assist from my guild. They will come. They may not help much with my training, but they will come for blood. They are a blood thirsty group and enjoy hunting rebels down in the middle of the street. It will not matter to them to kill a few bounty hunters or slavers.

It has been almost 28hrs now since my last garbled transmission from Scar'let, and I fear for every passing moment that she may be closer to death under the man she hated the most. I am hopeful though that we can intercept before they can deliver her to him.

These captors of hers are quite good at their business. We have jumped to two different systems, Dathomir and then to the harsh forests of Yavin 4 only to find their tracks leading to dead ends. My Ranger friend is very good, but he knows they are covering well. My friend the Bounty Hunter has been using his interplanetary and planet search droids to get general locations. I hope she never finds out but I secretly took a DNA sample from her when she was sleeping the night we stayed at my house. I knew that I may need the bio-signature from it some day to confirm her where abouts to help, or sadly to recover her remains. I just never expected it to happen so soon. I am glad I did as it turns out it is key to using the search droids.

Scar’let cringed in the back corner of the metal crate, all curled in on herself. Noting the bruises and gashes, she dared not move too much. Three ribs were already broken and it burned to breathe. She tried to focus despite the swelling of her face. She could just barely make out all three hunters lazing over chairs or benches gambling with cards amongst themselves while the ship hyperjumped to Lok. Her mind ran through the events of the day, desperately trying to bury them, forget them. Too soon, the ship came out of hyperspace near Lok and and one of then came to haul her out of the crate.

She snarled like feral gurrcat from the back of the cage, baring her sharp teeth. The bounty hunter sneared at her and thrust in a stun baton, jolting her to unconsciousness. He then dragged her from the cage without any risk of harm to himself. She was an animal… less… an escaped slave. He need not be gentle. The capture was half paid for already and she would be delivered alive, thus he was garunteed that the team will be paid well in the end. Such thoughts excited him as he jammed the manacles about her wrists. The Trandoshan cursed as Scar’let’s blood smeared the floor of his ship. She was tossed onto a pallet and chained to the edge till the were landed at Nym’s Starport.

She woke to the scortching sun of Lok at noon. The Trandoshan departed from the team with his transportation fee in hand. The two human bounty hunters then dragged her semiconscious body across the superheated rocky terrain, heedless of the scrapes and wounds she incurred. Her strength waned. She thought about summoning up a scrp of strength by Force of Will as Blimey had taught her. But the pain shooting through her chest and shoulders blinded her focus. Hours later, they finally arrived at the kimogila camp. Night came as they chained her to the outdoor post, just barely out of reach of the jaws of the kimogila. With the night came a terrible frost. The metal manacles froze to her wrists. She shivered uncontrollably and wished over and over for some sort of covering to for her naked form.

Morning came on the second day and she was struggling to avoid the kimogila that managed to get close enough to bite at her. His hunger matched hers, but he had far more strength and energy the she. The two bounty hunters came to watch the show for a bit before taking her to the centre of the camp. There she met with Maloraan again. His lip curled with hatred. She could feel that hatred eminating from him. Her mental shields faltered… but only for a moment. As the temporature rose with the sun, so did the tempers of Maloraan and the camp chief. It was an argument over payment and Imperial permissions.

Nearly ending in laserfire, Maloraan managed to make a deal. The camp chief slowly… and malevolently grinned. Together they turned to Scar’let. Maloraan nodded to the bounty hunters. Scar’let was grabbed roughly. They strapped her to a hide tanning frame. Maloraan took a kimogila whip from one of the campers and layed into Scar’let a few stokes to keep her from focusing her willpower. He would see her broken this time, more so than when he dealt with her twin daughters. The whip stung and gouged her across her bare flesh as the camp men lined up to each have a turn. One by one, they thrust themselves into her till each sated his deprived sexual needs. If she struggled, the whip tore into her. If she cried out, the man on her stuck her, perhaps breaking something. It didn’t matter. After 20 men, she lost count… and the line of men was still long. Her blood flowed freely. She could no longer summon the will to struggle, nor cry. In her spirit she pleaded to the gods… and the day wore on to night.

They left her strapped to the frame overnight, blood and semen streaking her broken body. She barely noticed the suffocating heat of the day nor the icy chill of the night. Her spirit nearly lost hope. All she could think of now was her prayer to the gods for freedom. Blimey. He too came to mind. Was he worried about her? Was he looking for her? She felt they were friends. She hoped they were. She… was just starting to really trust him. Now she was not sure if she would ever see him again. She then overheard that she was to be sold to a squad of Imperials, to be their entertainment, to be used as she was by the camp men ubtil there was nothing left of her. She prayed to the gods even harder for freedom… even if it is only in death.

Two days later. We are very tired and have had a grueling time with many hours of marching and space travel with little food. My friends are stoic, and I will honor them always. They smile even though they are exhausted. And are quick to make a joke to lighten this grave mission before us. They are good men.

Where are you Scar'let? I wonder if she knows I am looking? Do not lose hope my friend. I must rest. The next space jump will take us 20 min. and I need to sleep while I can.

Mind and body numb from cold and the brutality she experienced, she could not even walk when they unstrapped her. She collapsed to the rocky earth shaking, shock setting in. The Imperial squad formed up just within her view. Maloraan dragged her naked and broken body into his tent. She couldn’t understand the words he spoke. Some other slave was there, a young Twi’lek woman. Maloraan left. The Twi’lek whispered to Scar’let, “Easy, I am going to clean you up a bit. I am sorry they did this to you. I can hardly believe it… a Zabrak… in your position. He must really hate you. I … I took a risk. I was given your belongings to trash. Shhhh… I had someone take them to Tattooine and placed in a bank account with your name.” She washed Scar’let’s body while the Imperial Seargent discussed the price of their new entertainment. She then pointed to some discarded clothes and the comm-link forgotten on the table. She then turned when Maloraan called to her. Her lekku quivered with nervousness. “Run while you can,” she whispered as she left the tent.

Run? She couldn’t even stand. Her wounds still oozed. She shook. Her head swam. Gasping for a breath, she suddenly realized she was alone… and had a chance to run, if only she could summon up the will to do so. Gods Please, she prayed. Through Zabrak Force of Will, she pushed herself, beyond what any Zabrak could. With an unsteady hand, she pulled on the stolen clothing and pocketed the comm-link. A wave of dizziness threatened her. She crawled, for that was all she could manage, crawled out under a side of the tent into the scorching heat of the day and the burning dust of the earth. FREEDOM!!!

She stood up. A kimogila looked up at the sudden scent of her. She took a disoriented step back and tumbled down the jagged rocky hill into nest of poisonous snakes. Lok. Never can one walk this planet unarmed. They tangled over her, striking at her, poisoning her. She had no strength to fight. Then someone silently sliced with a smooth stroke of a sword. She lay there ill, bleeding and shaking. He knelt and quickly administered some meds to cure the poison. Then he administered a low-level buff to boost her strength, apologizing that it was his last and not that good. He whispered that he was a Rebel Alliance spy looking into the camp. She hoarsely told him what she saw of the number of Imperials there. He then pointed directing her toward Nym’s Starport. The buff gave her enough strength to run, ignoring the pain of the broken bones and burning in her lungs.

But… Maloraan quickly noticed her escape… again. He sent his best Zabrak creature hunters to hunt her. To kill her… like a common beast for its hide.

The chill of the night set in as frost streakes across the minimal moisture around the tough plantlife. Scar’let’s breath raggedly came in little puffs of cold mist. The trek across the land took her all night. And still she could only get static out of her comm. When she stopped to breathe, she left behind a small pool of blood, or a bloody handprint om a rock. The buff wore off and the pains could hardly be ignored anymore. Especially as the sun rose to bake the land. Sometimes she glimpsed her hunters at a distance. They could have easily killed her anytime over the night. They were playing with her… stalking her, smelling the fear and pain eminating from her.

She rounded a craggy rock outcropping. The hunters were there! A reinforced staff swung out and caught her in the head and continued around to sweep her feet from under her. She hit the ground hard, the wind knocked from her. The second hunter pounced. His knife lanced her cheek, then her arm as she tried to block. She twisted, a feral essence rising in her bolstering her strength. She managed to throw him off her as his knife grazed her hip. The first impacted his staff into side breaking another two ribs with a sharp CRACK. She crumpled/ She gasped for breath. She coughed up blood.

Leathery flapping sounded above as carnivorous flying lizards, Perlek, came at the scent of the blood. Two adults and two young, all very hungry. Amused, the Zabrak hunters cautiously backed off and returned to the camp, leaving the perlek have their meal. They knew enough of perlek to know they even eat the bones.

As I slipped from my captors yesterday, I overheard them discussing passing me to the Imperial Squad Leader for... I never caught what... instead of my old slave master. He didn't want me anymore, I was no longer the pliable maiden he had. I have regained my Zabrak spirit and fight. Though this has been to my detriment over the past days in captivity.

So, as I slipped out with a comm and my datapad, I passed great lizards called kimogila's on this hot and rocky planet. I was wound and could barely walk. As I rounded a large rock I was attacked my giant spined snakes. A rebel spy was near by and killed them. He then healed me enough for me to run, buffing my energy. He was gentle but not intrusive and told me to run in a particular direction. I tried to use the comm to see if I can reach blimey. My captors... of all horrors, were Zabrak. They were already on my trail. I saw some buildings in the distance. But they caught up to me, the fight was bloody. I was ... broken and bleeding. They were... amuzed. Then a family of Perlek came in and the Zabraks let them at me. I managed to squeeze into a small crag... but the tore at my leg and shoulder and jammed their long claws into my side. I could hardly breathe. On the comm, Blimey sounded as panicked as I felt. My hunters just laughed as the watched. Figuring me to be a final meal. They left. As the sun set and the chill of night set in, the perlek left me, too. Blood... so much blood. Torn up now inside AND out. Could I make it to safety?

I dragged my self to the building in the distance. The comm was so quiet... was it damaged permanently? The building was a starport. Thank gods! I slipped onto the ship among the cargo and landed in Theed on Naboo. The comm worked better there, even though it was soaked with blood. Blimey mentioned he was searching for me on Tattooine, so I slipped in among the cargo of a ship heading for MosEisley. As it took off, Blimey told me to stay in Theed ... that he would come to me. I told him, through gasps of rough painful breaths, that I will be in the MosEisley starport soon. As I wrapped a blanket around my bloody body and crept out into the starport, no one noticed me. I dropped the blanket in the trash. I felt weak... numb... I willed myself to walk through the starport. My focus was to make it to the med centre. Blimey ran right past me in his panic to find me. I fell... and crawled through the empty ticket room. Pulled myself up on against the wall and told Blimey on the comm that was nearly at the starport door. Then he realized he ran past me and headed back. I fell again and was barely able to even crawl to the door. Darkness was falling. Was it night? Why did id fall so fast?

Blimey's voice was in my ear as he directed me to sit and relax. He treated some of my wounds and did a preliminary diagnosis. I could hear the shock in his voice as he told me he had never seen Battle Fatigue at this high a level. Should I be frightened? The slight shake in his voice scared me. But he was steadier with his other instructions. He got me to my feet and walked slowly with me to the canteena. The crowd... I would have bolted if I could! He led me to a quiet corner to sit and relax. There he did a better diagnosis while my Battle Fatigue was healing. He never touched me more than was absolutely necessary. He ... was respectful and sympathetic. I wanted to tell him what had happended. I tried to... but I could not get the words past my throat. The memories... I could still feel them on/in me. How could I tell him? Should I? I ... I just couldn't face it to tell him. I wish I could have died... and ever remember it again. It was worse than all the 17 years I was one man's personal slave. Blimey then led me out of the cantina to sit against the wall while he skillfully healed my wounds with the aid of his trusty medical droid. He suggested going to the lake I mentioned and fishing... quiet, solitude, rest. I checked the bank... and found that the slave who smuggled my things into the account was as good as her word. All my things were there, a bit damaged, but there. Blimey mentioned that I will need to see an Image Designer for a seriously different look. My captors may think I am dead... and we never want that to change.

We...

We went to the lake and I tried my hand at fishing, while he continued crafting his meds. He is a fine doctor. He can cure poison and disease now. It was nice to just listen to the sounds of the wild, fish (though poorly), and watch him craft. When I got too tired, I curled up among the grass and ... wished I could be enfolded in ... his protective arms. But I just couldn't speak that, my courage to be touched only went so far.

I thank him for my life. I owe him, and his friends, my life. He need only ask, and I will be there of my own free will.

*From the journal of Dr. Blimey Onion*

I dont know how she did it but Scar'let escaped her captors. When I found her at the Starport in Mos Eisley she was beat up so bad it took all of my medical expertise to bring her back to health. I stammer to think what would have happened had she have stayed in this condition any longer than a day. She is very resilient. Her internal strength is remarkable. She carries with her much resolve. I can not predict the future but one thing is certian, she will do well in what ever she tries.

She found a quiet spot by the lake and just camped. Eating some rations and watching the fish, slowly buried deep the experiences she just had, buried them with others of her past. She also meditated and reinforced her mental and emotional shields. Other thoughts and memories of older times crept up… she buried them too. She wanted a new life… away from anything and everything of her past.

I am starting to get back into the swing of things. My spiritual mentor once told me that when a tragic event stops you from doing something, you MUST immediately get back into doing it the moment you are physically able to, otherwise fear and other negative/dark forces set in and you will never be able to pick yourself up again.

So, I am back at the grind doing missions and working on building my skills. Only, I am doing so alone. I just cannot seem to get involved with too many people. No crowds... just cannot take that, couldn't take it much before, but really can't now. I wanted to contact some of the few people I had hunted with before... but... well, I hunted alone.

Today, just as I started two missions, Blimey called out for help over the comm! I dropped my missions with quick apologies and dashed for the Mos Eisley Starport. As i got on the shuttle, he informed me that he just barely managed to defeat them. Them being some gang that decided that the front of his house was the best place to set up operation and took offence to him going home. Well, thank the gods he is alright. My heart pounded so hard. When I got to Corellia, we went on a good old fashioned hunt. He needs herbivore meat to make buffs.

Hey... he made Master Doctor last night! I am so proud of him. I hope I can make Master Scout by next week. I hope his guild is equally proud as they demended he do this. He enjoys the hunt so much... I can see that fire light up in his eyes when we hunt together, but I can also see how much of an incredible doctor he really is.

I spent some time relaxing, hunting and camping on Corellia as I got used to my new look and sorted out my head (buried some more experiences and memories) and prepared to jump back into things. I even bought myself a new shirt, blue. It is an odd but nice feeling to be able to buy something I like, just for me, with creds that I earned on my own.

Blimey invited me out to Dantooine, funding the trip. Even though I told him I would earn it on my own. I do not understand him sometimes. He just... gives things to me. He doesn't even expect anything in return. I don't get it. Well, maybe I do. But why me?

And I nearly called Corellia... "home"...

Anyways, Blimey is a Master Doctor and can now do 3-hour buffs and make 1-hour resistance boosts against poison and disease. He worked unbelievably hard to reach this. I commend his determinations. I admire him.

I met up with him and Eseefa, the guy who made the first armor set for me (which I am STILL using). We hunted on Dantooine. WOW. These are tough hunts! I could not have dome these solo, nor unbuffed. Eseefa also tipped me 15k?!? Why? I earned that much in the hunts on Dantooine. It was more than I could have ever imagined owning... and then he gave me the 15k. Why? I asked him... but he didn't tell me. It was a "fun" and exhausting hunt. After six big missions, I had to take a break. They decided to stop off in a city (Wolf's Den?) as it has an improved job market and do a couple more missions. I hope they fared well just the two of them.

Came to Naboo to see Eseefa's house and meet up with Blimey for more hunting. On my way, I saw a Jedi Padawan! He was "dueling for fun" with people in the starport. It was an impressive display!

I camped and made traps and ... talked... just sat and talked with Blimey. I asked him about his necklace. He told me a very personal story. The necklace belonged to his mother while she was alive. He wears it to remember her and never ever takes it off. I see him now in a very different light. Although I am not sure I am completely comfortable with his choice to be Imperial. He is a good person, despite the terrible things I hear of Imperial activities.

Mind you, I have not heard much about the Rebel Alliance. I know they are struggling to fight against the Imperial opression. A Rebel contacted me over the comm and told me about how the Imperials advocate and are even involved in the slave trade. This was very disturbing, especially since I could not get a satisfactory answer out of Blimey over it.

He is going on a Secret Mission ... maybe from the Emperor. I hope it has nothing to do with the terrible news I recently heard. The Imperials have done some good things, but also do many bad things. I will never be Imperial. But I do not think I would dare affiliate with the Rebel Alliance either. If I did... what would happen to my friendship with Blimey?

At the moment, I think I would dare say that we are... friends, even though he knows little about me. If he asked, would I share my history? Dare I be that intimate? I trust him. I trust him a lot. He is a good doctor and the only one I trust to touch me to heal me. But to know what is below the surface.... Why I do not ever get... close.... Can I dare to risk that again? Dare I risk myself? Dare I risk him? Well, that is a bridge I will think about crossing when I reach it. I have buried much, including recent events. I am not sure about thinking on them again. And how much can I really trust him with his association to the Empire?

On a different note, We hunted at the Narglatch Caves. It was awesome and challenging and we earned great experience. I am now ready for some training!

This was a very busy day or hunting and exploring. Scar’let traveled from Naboo to Rori to Yavin. Blimey’s secret mission ended… and their friendship nearly ended too. This was an emotional swoop race for Scar’let.

This is a city for the slightly criminal element of Naboo. It is shrouded in green mist and fog so thick it is like soup. It is built on the relatively firm bits of land in the middle of a swamp. Great place to hide if you need to. Blimey and I have started out here to go to the Narglatch caves. We had gotten caught in the crossfire of an Imperial vs Gungan battle, but escaped unscathed. Well, they were too busy killing each other to care about us. Later I camped alone and Blimey continued hunting.

When I finally got back to Moenia, I found some people nice enough to train me in Trapping and Unarmed Combat. The disturbing news I had heard the other day about the Imperials and slaving still weighed heavy on my thoughts, so... I decided to go to Rori and check out BOTH the Imperial and the Rebel bases there. To see with my own eyes what they do and why.

Wow... Rori is VERY QUIET!!!

I took the starship shuttle to the Rebel Outpost Starport. Then I proceded to explore the planet a bit. It is a very hazy planet with sun filtering through permanent scattered couds. The quiet bordered on having gone deaf. It is very quiet... peaceful. I think, if I were ever to own a house... I would want it here. Blimey's guild house is here somewhere. That was a surprising bit of news. As I returned to the Rebel Outpost, I tried talking to various personnel there. There were not too many, a skeleton crew, of mixed races. Most were extremely busy working and said they did not have time to speak with me, but were polite. I explored the base a bit. Much of their resources are old and rusted. They work with what they can get and are only just now getting some artisans and planetary assistance.

On the base, I met a Zabrak museum scientist who asked if I could reclaim a religious artifact that was stolen from her by some thugs. I did so. Payment was a jar of rare bugs... oh well. Another business woman asked me to escort her partner here from his drop off spot in the jungle. I did so, too. Though discovered Rori was not "uninhabited". I was chased down by Jaxes (look like cats) and a GIANT TURTLE! But I did get him home safe to his partner. Payment was a lousy used ticket. I decided to work on my Polearms skills and did some general hunting in the area. Hunting is actually quite decent. As I left to head out to the Imperial Encampment, I was attacked by brigands and almost killed! I took most of them with me. Karking brigands… *growl*

The Imperial Encampment was in much better condition. It also was more populated with soldiers and troopers. I noticed that all were human. None would even remotely acknowledge my existance. And those that did, looked at me as they would look at poodoo on the bottom of their boot. WHY?!? Some Zabrak are Imperial. I left... unimpressed… and confused.

Stopping at a village along to way back to the Rebel Outpost Starport, I found a merchant with droid customization kits at an amazing price! I picked up a couple for Blimey. He was disappointed the other day when the colour finally faded on CardioThump, his medical droid. I hope he likes them. Supposedly they are not that easy to find.

As I waited for the ship to take me off Rori, a Trandoshan stepped up next to me. My heart pounded, rage and fear built. They are slavers. Here he was standing in the Rebel Outpost, a slaver by trade. If I could have killed in a single blow, I probably would have without a thought. I asked him what he was doing here. He said he was a slave trader by family trade and told me how he and his family work FOR the Imperials hunting Wookies and such to work as slaves in the Imperial Labour camps. I thought I would completely lose it and kill him. But he went on... and told me how he had admired the Imperials so much that he had asked to join them. *Fury* Then how they had laughed at him and insulted him that they would never let a non-human be Imperial, how non-humans were little better than guano (vynock poodoo). That MAYBE, if he were Zabrak, he could be fodder in the special forces. *confusion... and then concern... for Blimey* He then told me how he had spent three years in the Imperial prison for the beating he gave that officer. Now that he has escaped, he works for the rebels doing everything he can to fight the Imperials and the horrors he is now aware that they do.

So now I know for sure that slavers and Imperials DO work together. I also understand why I was looked at oddly if at all when I was at the Imperial Encampment. I confronted Blimey about this over the comm. I think I upset him. I never meant to imply that he was involved directly nor to hold him responsible for these things. I just... I can hardly believe he would want to be part and parcel of this kind of activity. I value his... company... friendship... too much. He... he even called me his friend. I guess we are not really business partners anymore. I know he would not get involved in such horrible activity. I hope he struggles against it in his own way. But for friendship's sake... I will try to be quiet, and not voice my concerns or opinions.

I was more afraid for him. being Zabrak and in the Special Forces... and referred to as ... fodder. He has a secret mission to go on. I am ... sickeningly worried for him. I have a VERY bad feeling about it.

I know and trust so few people. I do not want to lose him.

I tagged Blimey on the comm during his secret mission. Not really wanting to interrupt, just wanting to know he was still alive. I was not prepared for the response...

I could hear his strength waning over the comm. He was hurt. BADLY! My breath caught... and my heart pounded. Why didn't I warn him! I should have warned him! It was my fault. I KNEW something would go wrong... but was afraid he would not have listened, especially after the earlier exchange about Imperial activity.

He would not tell me where he was. He did not want me involved, it was too dangerous. TOO DANGEROUS!!??!! I was nearly tortured and nearly eaten alive. Dangerous! I don't care! I would have gone anywhere to help him. Faced any danger. Being stuck in Theed wondering where he was... I was helpless. The fear I felt for him was almost greater than any fear I have ever had, even for myself. I cannot even begin to compare. I cannot even begin to understand what I was feeling or why. How I do feel and why. I kept him talking on the comm, encouraging him to reach Theed. Ensuring him that I would be right here waiting for him. On my word, by his side. "Honour is the Law..." Almost everyone he was with were dead. Eseefa was with him. They were seperated. I managed to contact Eseefa, who had escaped to Moenia... also badly wounded.

When Blimey fell off the shuttle at Theed, I could have died for him. He lay there struggling to breathe, bleeding, armour destroyed, wounded so badly that the soaked bandaging was barely holding him together. It was a strange feeling that took over me. I felt... incredibly focused. I helped him up and got him to the Cantina for some healing. He has incredible inner strength. He sat a moment to collect his thoughts and then Burst Ran to the cantina. I never left his side. But I also felt... helpless. I knew nothing of healing and he could not heal himself in this state. This anxiety and fear ... cut deeper than any rape experience, and any torture, and anything any slaver or hunter had done to me. Those were physical, mental... this... cut emotionally and ... spiritually... on a level I cannot begin to address. It was like… like… but I dared not remember that. I was afraid to lose him as I had ... had lost others...

Honour is the Law...
Love is the Bond...

My spiritual vows have been echoing in my heart. What does this mean?

Once Blimey and Eseefa were healed and both in Theed, MUCH to my relief, they commenced joking. I gave Eseefa my extra Ubese armor pants as he was in his Baggy Whites with no clothes. The armor he did have was mostly broken. Men destress by joking. Nut-Huggers... damn... that is funny. I am glad none were wearing "nut-huggers" instead of baggy whites. They were up for more! More fighting! The Zabrak spirit. I do the same, I guess. And besides, Eeseefa needed hides and meat to make more armor.

So Blimey got together some buffs and buffed us all. The we traveled to Yavin 4 to see what the hunting was like there. Hunting was good, experience was great, but the resources were crappy as far as quality. Must be the off season. They kept at it even after I crashed in my camp for the night. Adrenalin I guess.

I am glad they are both alive, especially Blimey. Still feel like it is my fault for not trying to warn him. I could almost... hug him... for being alive. But I won't. He wouldn't understand. Neither would I.

I stopped at Blimey's house to check on the maintenance and sent him an email about there being resources and armor in his pack. I also mounted a couple of fish on the wall, I was tired of the emptiness in there yet didn’t want to add too much of my personal influence as it was his house. I picked up a clothing repair kit for him in town to help him repair his doctor's clothes. There are many critters around his house. I will deal with them soon. I am on my way to check out a Point Of Interest labeled "Stronghold" on the planetary map.

I was rained on. And then attacked and incapacited by Slice Hounds. I really hate dogs now.

Well, the Stronghold is an Imperial military base with LOTS of troopers milling about. They all ignored me. Heading back to the house now to rest and deal with the vermin.

I woke and dressed to dispatch the vermin to find that my Ubese armor jacket had fallen apart on me. Damn. I will have to deal with vermin with less armor. But, I will HAVE to invest in another armor jacket or vest (padded or tantel) before I do any more dangerous hunts. I have also decided to wait on getting Master Brawler. I will focus on getting my Master Scout (almost there, need training and need LOTS more survival experience) and getting my Teras Kasi Mastery.

Blimey must have been in the house recently! He must have gotten my email. There were MANY more things in his packs... and a third pack! It looked like choas in those packs. I hope he doesn't kill me. I renamed his packs... and organized their contents.

There are SO many houses around Blimey's that I cannot set up a camp. I dispatched the vermin. The vermin are gone... but I suspect they will return. Well, Vynock meat is at least useful for Blimey's meds. I got bored after killing off the vermin. So I walked through the mass amount of houses, passing TONS of vendors. None of them had armor. Damn. However, I did buy a new pack that later I will put in Blimey's house to store some of my stuff in.

I think... I think I want to learn some medic skills. At least enough to use Stim-B's... for when I am hunting. Because I am not always with Blimey. And if ever he is so injured again and cannot heal himelf... I can at least do something!

Scar’let spent another day plracitcing her med skills in the Coronet med centre. A master medic was kind enough to accept her as a temporary apprentice. Her patinece does not make her a good doctor, but she was patient enough to learn the day’s skills. By the second day, she really needed to get out and hunt.

Blimey invited me out for hunting experience on Yavin 4 again. I was unsure about tackling that without any body armor. So I went to search for a vendor that would have some. FRUSTRATING!!! After being all over Corellia... NOTHING!!! Lots of armor... but not body armor... biceps, pants, helms... *GRRRRRrrrrrr* What a waste! FINE! I will fight without!

I did however, find a small mouse droid for harvesting. YAY! No more lost harvests because I am too busy fighting. So off I went to Yavin 4. We both need the fighting experience. He also needs someone to do the harvesting for him.

On the route to our third mission, Blimey asked me an odd question. He asked if I had any children... I am not ready or sure how to answer that... so I didn't. I have buried many things. When we are having a quiet moment camping... then… maybe… I will think on this and share with him... maybe.

We ran into trouble near the end of our hunt. Black Sun Assassins. We tried to go around them. They are very dangerous. I had heard that their efficincy of dispatching a target or anyone who sees them... is better and quicker than a Sith Lord. Then Blimey called for help on the comm. I came immediately! It was a mis-comm. He accidentally use my channel and not this other person's channel. I was still relatively safe. He was busy fighting one of them. And remarkably holding his own... sorta. But the girl, another doctor, was shot off her bike. So I went to her to help as best I can with my limited skills. Just as she was revived, an assassin snuck up behind us. We ran a bit, tried to get to the city. Blimey killed one. And as I reached his side (he was panicking about me being here) three more assassins attacked. They were deadly. We all died. We were all collected by the clone bots and cloned. We all took serious damage. Blimey healed us. But it was exhausting. So we traveled back to Coronet to have a drink in the cantina, listen to the uncoordinated musicians and watch the relatively decent dancers. We lucked out and found some people to train us before getting on the shuttle. In the cantina... we were so exhausted that we both fell asleep there.

Met up with Blimey again today on Yavin 4. We went to hunt everything in our path to grind our Teras Kasi skills and earn lots of experience. I harvested only when we stopped for a breather. Blimey is extremely focused on this task. I am a bit worried about it. But then again, maybe I shouldn't be. He tackled his learning to be Master Doctor the same way. Unshaking, purely devoted and focused attention to the task or goal at hand. And only an EMERGENCY would pull his attention away from this. I guess I am very grateful that I even get included in any of this. Sometimes I think he has few friends here, even among his guild.

En route to another group of critters, he tried to lighten the mood with some sillines. I tried to return with a joke. I am not sure if I was successful. He seemed surprised and laughed. I am not always serious... and I do smile sometimes, when there is something funny or when I am happy. Ok... these are not frequent feelings. But they are not as rare as to be surprised by it. Are they?

I think he gained more experience on this day than I did as he hits three times to every one of my hits. He also has armor to protect him and thus is not taken out as often as I am. Yes, I am STILL fighting without any body armor. Eseefa has asked me to hunt wooly hides from Yavin for him. I will strive to get 1000 for him and he will make me some padded armor. When he learned that I had no body armor, he said he would make me an Ubese jacket to tide me over till the padded is ready.

Blimey decided to check out a POI on the Yavin 4 planetary map. He hoped it was a cave full of critters. We were going to the Temple of Exar Kun. He was very upset with his discovery. It was a huge, abandoned looking temple. But inside... there was a hidden Rebel Alliance base. He hid up on a hill out of sight. I am not Imperial. So... I went inside to look around! I was awarded with a badge of discovry but was then kicked out as the area was considered restricted. Someone explained to me that I needed permission from someone named Mon Mothma in order to enter any further. I wonder who that person is....

I now have 5 discovery badges:
Corellia
- Vreni Island's Theatre
- Bela Vistal's Crystal Fountain

Rori
- Rebel Outpost
- Imperial Encampment

Yavin 4
- Exar Kun's Temple

I had last remembered relaxing in camp after eating a fine meal of freshly caught fish on Yavin 4. But today, I woke in the Yavin 4 Mining outpost Med centre. Apparently, I was very lucky someone found me in my camp near the outpost. I had seized up as an allergic reaction to fish. I was still rather ill feeling and exhausted when I left. So, I am officially allergic to fish. I never had fish before my freedom... so never knew. I was planning on meeting Blimey and Eseefa in Coronet to go hunting some more, when I blacked out again in the starport. UGH! And missed the shuttle. Finally made it on the ship, puked on the ship. Apologized... I was SOOO embarrassed. I do not like that much direct attention.

Met with Blimey and Eseefa in Coronet and got buffed by Blimey. Eseefa gave me some armor, really good armor compared to what I had. And then he gave me money! I had money... I feel like I owe him. I owe both him and Blimey so much... my very life in a way. Eseefa and I traveled to Theed without Blimey, as he was still working buffing people at the Coronet starport. Then we traveled to the planet Lok.

LOK.

OH GODS!

I remember this place... I could not stop the shaking... I was sure I had a grip on things. Eseefa did not really understand. Why should he? I wanted to get off the planet immediately, but Blimey was on his way. I did my best to show courage, or at least silent resolve. We hunted. I harvested more than 2k leathery hides for Eeseefa for armor. He said he would have great armor for me in a couple days. I tried to give Blimey the 1k excellent herbivore meat, but he refused it. This is what he first hired me for. He said he had quite enough for a long while. He told me to sell it. Supposedly it will sell at 125cpu. WOW! What would I do with that kind of creds? Blimey suggested I go buy some nice clothes... but all I ever do is hunt and fight. What would nice clothes be good for? He said it was ok for me to be a woman sometimes. What is THAT supposed to mean?

I was too tired to think any further on it. I just wanted off the damned traumatic planet. I reached Coronet still shaking and my heart pounding in my ears. Strange how an experience can effect your view of a whole planet. I thought I had it well buried or dealt with. I guess not. I had to eventually just sit on a bench and shut the world out.

That trip to Lok made yesterday impossible. Scar’let had to just hermit herself away for the day. Lone-wolf in the woods. She was still shaking by the evening as she struggled to re bury the memories. By morning, she had regained some calm.

After the night on Lok... I have been feeling very... anti-social. I just need time for me doing solitary in the woods exploring. I traveled to Kor Vella and met a Drall who gave me a waypoint for the Drall Patriots Cave Hideout. That was interesting. I traveled FAR to get to it. It was in the middle of a misty boggy area.

Then I traveled to a POI that I spotted on the map. It is the Agrilat Crystal Swamp. THAT was a neat place. VERY foggy and swampy with natural tall stone fountains pouring out hot bubbling water. I noticed that some of them have geothermal energy collectors on them. Good idea. The crystals grow like plants here, so much so that I THOUGHT they were plants till I got off my bike to take a closer look. I earned a badge of exploration for being here, too!

Blimey got me a gift and told me to go by the house to check it out.THAT was a LOOOONG ride from the Agrilat Swamp. I had to camp twice along the way. No fish this time. I have quite learned my lesson... and destroyed all the fish out of my packs. Allergies are NOT fun experiences. I camped and had hot tea and fruity/nutty flatbread. Mmmmm. The scenery was beautiful and soothing. This is exactly what I needed today.

On my way to the house I stopped in some of the merchant houses nearby. And bought some clothes and a painting and a torch for the house. (I got tired of standing in the dark.)

WOW! Blimey got me awesome Composite armor! And some Stim-B's! I can hunt and train alone! Yippee! I am still missing some pieces, but should meet up with Eseefa later for them. This must have cost him lots! No wonder he is working like crazy in the starport buffing. I don't know what to say... or how I could possibly repay him.

I cleaned up my packs a bit. Moved some things from my personal carry pack to my house pack. I mounted the Painting... reminds me a bit of the temple I was in as a youth. I hope Blimey doesn't mind. I tried on the new clothes... the skirt matches my blue shirt nicely and the vest gives it a practical feeling. Without the vest... it looks a bit ... fancy. I... feel... kinda pretty. I tried the white bustier (yes, I was daring and bought one... just for the fun of it) and promptly decided to sell it. I... cannot "fill" it nicely. I am too... athletic. Correction… I am flat as a karking board! So, I will resell it. With the blue shirt and the vest... I am realizing just how much bare chest shows... I need a necklace or somethig to offset it... so people's eyes arem’t drawn... you know... inappropriately to my very embarrassingly flat bosem. *embarrassed*

That is it. I decided to go see an image designer. Well, only a novice was there. So, that wasn’t going to happen. But she did give me great make-up advice. Blimey said to be a woman... I am taking his advice. And it was... kinda fun... *shy*

I met up with Blimey and Eseefa in the Coronet Starport. It was unusual for Blimey to do the buffing INSIDE the starport. Anyways, Eseefa gave me really awesome (great protection stats) Ubese Armor... all white with some black. I tried it on. It looked great! Now I safely have 2 sets of armor for general hunting and fighting and for dealing with really nasty things, like Blimey fights. Thank you Eseefa!!! AND CONGRATS!!! He made Master Armorsmith.

When I finally got to sit by Blimey, he commented that I looked quite pretty in my blue shirt and skirt and light vest. I blushed to the top of my horns uncontrollably! I also suddently felt naked. I don't quite know why he makes me feel like this... bold and proud and yet incredibly shy at the same time.

I sat by his side and watched him work... for an hour or more. It is very relaxing. I enjoy just sitting and watching him work. Is this how he feels when I catch him just... watching me?

I asked him why he healed and buffed even his enemies.

Something was up, though. Something… different. Scar’let watched Blimey working as a strange dream came to her mind. A dream of a long and dangerous space flight. A dream of danger and solitude… darkness… And Blimey locked in a stasis unit. What was that all about?!?

Blimey then explained quietly that he had to leave. That he was going far away and not coming back. He promised her that he would explain later.

He went over the events of his talk with his superior in his head. He had been mulling over Scar’let’s words for several days… the ones about the Imperials involved in slave trade. He just could not believe the imperials would be involved in something so… criminal. But her words would not leave his mind. She was so insistent. Fine. He had decidedto confront his superiors and ask outright. Well, that was a mistake. The biggest mistake of his life. Then again… maybe if wasn’t. His superiors were so furious with him. They stipped him of his ranks and exiled him from the Special Forces. Such subordination was unacceptable. How dare he question their actions. To his surprise, he was suddenly treated like a criminal! Shocked at first, he retreated to do further research. He found a slicer and paid him to slice into the Imperial files. The truth was embarrassing. Imeprials engaging in the slave trade of Wookies was top of the list. The slicer also found that an assassins mark was now on Blimey’s head. He was a fugitive.

He had other sources though. He had occassionally helped people escape terrible criminal danger via a dangerous inter-dimensional transport. He decided he would make the same arrangements for himself. He has saved more than enough creds for it. Enough creds to pay his journey and leave nearly one million creds to each of his two closest friends. But he dared not tell too much to Eseefa as Eseefa was still working for the Imperials and would be at risk. He dared not tell his father, who would be so humiliated and infuriated that he would turn his own son in to the authorities.

He asked to meet her at the house on Corellia, asking her to set up a camp and that he would be there shortly. He had to visit Eseefa and tie up loose ends before the journey. Scar’let was still stunned with his news, her dream still fresh in her mind. On the way to get tickets for flights, Blimey explained what he had done regarding his superiors and that Scar’let had been right about Imperials and slavery. He also warned her that assassins were after him and that she needs to be cautious, too.

Later that day, when we were supposed to meet up, I went out to the camp to see if he was there. He wasn't. Instead there were two Sith Shadow Outlaws sifting through the remains of the camp. We surprised each other. I didn't even have my armor on! They attacked. I managed to kill one easily then grab the vibroknuckler off my belt to fight the other. He was really tough... and armored. I managed to shrug on my Ubese armor jacket between swings. But I took some damage. I almost died! Thank Gods Blimey had given me some stim-B's. A quick shot of that and I was good to keep fighting. I killed the other soon after. Sith hunters. Sith work for the Empire (or vice versa). They must have been after Blimey. But his comm was off. I was worried. I ran back to the house. He wasn't there either. He was late. He contacted me 10 minutes later from the campsite. I warned him about the Sith assassins. And he came to the house.

We were... quiet... for a bit. I noticed he wasn't wearing his mother's necklace. Just as I was going to ask him why... he passed it to me ... and asked me to wear it. I was ... am... still... overcome by the gesture. Honoured. I will NEVER take it off. He explained that the stasis flight is safe only on the cellular level. So, clothes and things... will only rot away over the long journey.

I can be strong. I will show him I am happy for his safe journey and that I have courage and faith. I will not let him know how much I am still terrified for him. Hugs. I ... it will take me a bit to get assustomed to that... at least from him. He even kissed me on the cheek. I froze. Millions of things running through my mind. I am not a frigid woman. Just... I am not ready for that... nor more... not yet. I want to be... but... I just can't convince myself to be.

This was Blimey's last night. So we went where ever he wanted. He asked me if there was anyplace beautiful that had lots of tough things to fight. I said Endor, remembering my first trip there early on in my freedom. We hunted. He explored the POI's. I taught him how to take snapshots with his datapad. I created a monster. He suddenly needed pictures of EVERYTHING! I took a few too.

Once I figure out how to put them up... I will get them onto the journal. I should have taken more throughout my travels. I have onlt one from the 3rd day of my freedom, sitting near a bocatt lair full of bocatts on Tattooine, before I changed my look. And now I have a few of me and Blimey at Ewok Villages. Blimey made me laugh today... lots... as he took pictures.

Afterwords we sat in my camp on Corellia again. I touched the pendant at my throat. He was so … so… quiet. Then he asked me that question I had avoided several days ago. He asked me if I had any children. I hugged my knees to my chest unwilling to look at him. He came and sat beside me full of compassion and concern. So I told him. I told him of my past. I told him of my life as a slave to a criminal. I told him of the sexual brutality I faced in that life. I told him of the twin daughters I had. I told him of how I had arranged for their escape and that they were recaptured. My master so furious he forced me to watch as he raped and beat the young girls to dealth. I… had felt what they felt. I had felt what he felt. I could not block out the empathic experience till it was over and my heart cold and dead withing me. I shook in front of the campfire. Blimey put his arm wbout my shoulders gently. I wept on my knees. I was afraid for him too. And his touch, the warmth of it… I had wanted so badly to feel care in such a touch and now he is leaving. He asked me what my daughters’ names were: Anya and Kitahn. I desperately pray that his escape to freedom does not end the way my daughters’ did.

The house feels all strange without Blimey here... spooky with his empty armor mounted on the wall. Neither Eseefa nor I want to disturb it. Not till we KNOW he is safe. Consider me superstitious. I did however, pick up the blue padded armor he kept in storage. I wanted to have him close to me while I hunted. It helps me feel safe.

Eseefa's comm was on today... but he was not responding. I hope he is ok. I suspect he might try to make a similar journey.

I decided to go to Tattooine and get my shades from the bank as I will be trecking all over this hot and sunny planet exploring POI's.

First stop...Ancient Krayt Dragon Skeleton. Wow! Way out in the untouched desert sands. It crested the top of a dune like froth cresting a wave on the ocean. It really did look like an ocean the way the sand lay is watery wind-swept waves. The skeleton was HUGE. All that could be seen above the sand was most of the skull and the ridges of the spine. WOW.

Next Stop... The remains of an Escape Pod. Why that is a POI I do not know. People on Tattooine must really be Outer Rim and ignorant. It was interesting to see how well preserved it was. This hot dry desert never seems to see any rain.

Next... Ben Kenobi's House. Now that is a legendary name. Obi-wan (Ben) Kenobi... Jedi. There are few Jedi here with the Empire and Sith in control. Rumor is that in other galaxies or universes, more Jedi can be found as the Empire's reach is less powerful. Anyways, the house was encircle by standing stones. I tried to go inside, but some unknown force kept me from entering.

Next... (yes I want to tackle all the POI) The day was great... I was on a roll! The Great Pit of Carkoon...Sarlaac. It was a deep hole in the sands with tentacles reaching up and searching for its next meal. I flew by and grabbed my explore badge. HAHA! The sarlacc errupted and spewed diseased and corrosive substances. Missed me! I flew by 2 more times! HAHA! Missed me again! OK... I stopped teasing the sarlacc. Blimey would have had a fit to see me dancing with death like this.

Instead, I flew off aiming for the Jawa Settlement. I set up camp along the way. CRAP! The sarlacc didn't miss me!! Ugh. A delayed effect disease! I tried to sit and relax. I tried to heal myself with my limited knowledge. Dammit... I am really sick... and just getting worse. I didn't realize how used to him and his healing I have become... till now. Ugh... Alone and really sick in camp... too far from a med centre. Oh gods... I miss him now. I wish he were here. To heal me... and to reprimand me for my stupidity.

Oh gods... I am not getting better...

All I can do is lay here, clutching Blimey's pendant and praying I do not join the krayt dragon as a skeleton in the sands.

Oh gods......

...... and I never got to tell him........

.......

I am not sure what happened. I woke, feeling aweful and terribly wounded, in a merchant tent... an empty merchant tent. Jawa's? Oh, Jawas. There are jawas milling about outside. Somehow I ended up at the Jawa Trading Camp POI.

I summoned Blimey’s trusty medical droid and began doing some preliminary self-healing. But, the droid's battery died soon after. I tried to speak to the Jawas to buy another, but we didn't understand one another. Frustrated, I went to lie down again in the tent, before I fell down from the exertion.

I miss Blimey. I hope he is well. I pray he got to his new glalxy safely. I heard a rumor that it is actually a dimensional shift... but that seems silly and impossible... not to mention crazy and super dangerous. I haven't heard from Eseefa either for some time. I fear he has been tracked down and is being interrogated. Maybe I am just having fever-dreams. I will go to the nearest city when my strength is up and make use of their med centre.

From the Jawa Trading Post, I had the choice of two cities to go to for healing. Mos Espa and Mystic Sands. Both were about 4000m from me. As I want to see the Tuskan Fort, I chose to go to Mystic Sands. The ride was long and painful with my wounds. But certainly bearable... I have been through much worse. And besides... I deserve these ones for my own stupidity.

Eseefa's comm was on again... but he just wasn't answering. I hope he is safe. I hope he is not upset with me for anything. He was really Blimey's friend and only a business partner to me. I hope he doesn't hold me to blame for Blimey's leaving... although... he would have every right.

In Mystic Sands, the Med Centre was beautiful. It was run by Wookie Women. There was even a fantastic fish tank! Unfortunately... there was no medic there. I had to heal myself with their equipment. Ugh. I am SO not the healer type.

OK! Once healed, off I went to the Tuskan Fort. I met some other people there. They informed me that the Tuskans were very tough and deadly. They told me to go away and get buffed and better armor. I had better armor, but would need to be buffed just to get it on. Well, I decided I wanted the damned badge no matter what. SOooo... I flew around thinking... what would be my plan? How would I get in and grab the badge from the hidden pool beneath and not get killed? Then I saw it!! A back door cave exit, in case they neded to flee. Hehehehe... I ran like a firecat through the cave tunnels. WOOHOO!! Tuskans EVERYWHERE! RUN RUN RUN! I ran past them. Deep into the heart of the caves. Shots flying everywhere! Snatched the badge off the side of the pool. BLAM! Incapacitated... Got back up... and off I ran again! Out the top into the Fort! Past more Tuskans. Past the shocked folks trying to fight the Tuskans to get to the pool for their badges. WOOHOO! WHAT A RUSH!!! WOW!!!

Off to Mystic Sands to grab the shuttle to Kaitan City, which is close to the Krayt Graveyard POI. Standing at the shuttleport, this guy was … he tried to touch me... just like my master! FREAK! OFF! FUCK!! I felt so dirty!! Another good reason NO ONE gets close to me!!

When I got to Kaitan, I took a small break to put my head back together after the freak. WHY?! Why must some things STILL shake me!?! ~~sigh~~ Well, the cantina was real quiet. No Blimey, no Eseefa.

Off to the last POI on Tattooine, well not the last, but the last I was intending to do on Tattooine. Off to the Krayt Graveyard. Rumor has it that the Krayt dragons are still alive and frequent this area... and if one is lucky, they might find a Dragon Pearl. But... supposedly few had returned alive. Well... I had to see for myself. Sand... bones... ghost stories. BAH! There were no dragons. Got my POI badge for seeing... but that was it.

When Blimey left, he told me he was giving the transit people my name as the emergency contact. I was a bit surprised... and shocked... and honoured. Why me? And well, never thought they would contact me. Nothing should go wrong.

Well, they contacted me.

They assured me he was safely in stasis... but he hasn't left. Hasn't left yet!!!???!!! Their original route was blocked by the Imperials. So they will take a longer route that has more stops. However, it is more dangerous and there is a strong likelihood for boarding by pirates and asassins. So, each "client" had their emergency contacts contacted to see if they had a bodyguard or entourage for the journey. What was I to say... he didn't tell me anything like that. And Eseefa is not responding to comm or ANYTHING!

Fine! I will do it. I first asked them what it involved. They said that they would give some sort of series of special stims (doc jargon... sorry don't remember what it really was) for the majority of the journey. They would then have the bodyguard off and put into stasis at the last stop. From there the original clients will be back onto the safe route having bypassed "trouble". The bodyguards will take a cheaper flight but also a quicker one and arrive before the clients arrive. OK!

But... there may be very bad side effects. These side effects are unknown... sort of. Anything from tissue degeneration, to memory loss, to ... who knows what.... to not making it alive at all. The first part of the journey also has its risks as we will be on an experimantal med to be active when everyone is in stasis.

I don't care the risks. I owe him my life. If ensuring his safety to the other galaxy (dimensional shift) takes my life... so be it. If it doesn't... well, he will think I stowed away or something. That would be a broken promise. But this is upholding honour.

I will go find one of my clergy's temples and meditate... and ask for their prayers and strength

At last I reach Eeseefa! He was a bit surprised. I did not explain why I was doing it. In case the imperials take him for questioning. I just said I have to go. I passed him all mine and Blimey's funds, the house, and our belongings. I left then with just enough for my ticket to the transfer location and the clothes on my back (including a bit of armor and a vibroknuckler and Blimey's necklace... swore i would NOT take it off for any reason but to return it to him). Eeseefa joked how WOW he finally broke a million credits! Hehe.

Good Bye Eeseefa, I know you will make it over to us soon.

ESCAPE!!!

Imperial Army in Mos Eisley

Travel Experience

Guilds

Fighting in sneakers... bad idea...

Humans and Honor

Human Curiosity

Endor

Touched grrr

Blimey

Long Bloody Night

Coronet - 1

Coronet - 3

Coronet - 4 - then left

Distance and Solitude

Bounty Hunters

Too Close...

Captured! Afraid! Ashamed...

What is THAT!?!

Safe, Alive... damaged... Healing

Hermiting

Simple Day

Grumble

New Look

Getting back into things

Naboo-1

Naboo-2: Moenia

Back Ho... on Coronet

Experience on Yavin 4

Grinding Skills

Lok

Exploring Corellia

Spiritual Day

Not so good day...

How'd I Get Here?

Well... that was exciting!

Worried

At Last !!