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Ibani thinks she's six standard years old, but there's no way to be sure. It doesn't really matter, every day is the same; crawl through cave tunnels almost too small for her to stand up in in search of the precious Adegan crystals that grow out of black rock that swallows light. Not that there is any light in the tunnels, the Gorgodons have learned that light means easy prey in the form of unarmed slaves.
The crystals sing so prettily, calling out to her in the dark. She always finds more of them than the other slaves, which makes them jealous even though she shares when she can.
So she tells them her secret, but that just makes them angry and then they start shouting that she's a liar and....
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Ma'Vena holds her after one of the guards delivers shocks through her collar for causing 'unrest', her blue lekku twitching restlessly. "....WHY?" Ibani manages to force out through her tears. "Everyone is afraid all the time, even the guards. Why does it make them mean?!"
"My wise little one," Ma'Vena replies with a watery smile, hugging Ibani tight. "Mercy is the gift of the strong, and they are weak. They are cruel BECAUSE they are afraid. Afraid of those above them, afraid of us, afraid of one another." Ma'Vena smiles bitterly. "The weak rule through fear where the strong ought to rule by love, and we all suffer for it."
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Ibani is eleven years old when her small, cramped little world falls apart. She's coming back to the lean to in the caves that she shares with Ma'Vena when she feels the bright spark of Ma'Vena's life go out.
She arrives to the sight of one of the guards standing over Ma'Vena's body, sneering and covered in blood.
In that moment, what she wants more than anything is for him to SUFFER, and the power inside her and all around her answers. Lightning crackles from her fingertips and the guard begins to scream. Moments later, still adrift in a sea of HATE-PAIN-GRIEF, Ibani is distantly aware that she's screaming too and that the lightning has turned on her. Then, there's nothing at all.
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Ibani drifts in and out of awareness, voices echoing from somewhere up above.
"We're near the area where you said you felt that disturbance, my Lord."
"Indeed. Ah, I see. Lightning, very impressive for someone untrained, particularly slave stock. The Alacrity has a kolto tank on board?"
"Yes, my Lord."
"Dump it in the tank, then. Let the medical droid keep it alive. The Council is debating sending all Force-sensitives to Korriban, and this might be worth training."
"As you wish, my Lord."
The crystals sing so prettily, calling out to her in the dark. She always finds more of them than the other slaves, which makes them jealous even though she shares when she can.
So she tells them her secret, but that just makes them angry and then they start shouting that she's a liar and....
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Ma'Vena holds her after one of the guards delivers shocks through her collar for causing 'unrest', her blue lekku twitching restlessly. "....WHY?" Ibani manages to force out through her tears. "Everyone is afraid all the time, even the guards. Why does it make them mean?!"
"My wise little one," Ma'Vena replies with a watery smile, hugging Ibani tight. "Mercy is the gift of the strong, and they are weak. They are cruel BECAUSE they are afraid. Afraid of those above them, afraid of us, afraid of one another." Ma'Vena smiles bitterly. "The weak rule through fear where the strong ought to rule by love, and we all suffer for it."
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Ibani is eleven years old when her small, cramped little world falls apart. She's coming back to the lean to in the caves that she shares with Ma'Vena when she feels the bright spark of Ma'Vena's life go out.
She arrives to the sight of one of the guards standing over Ma'Vena's body, sneering and covered in blood.
In that moment, what she wants more than anything is for him to SUFFER, and the power inside her and all around her answers. Lightning crackles from her fingertips and the guard begins to scream. Moments later, still adrift in a sea of HATE-PAIN-GRIEF, Ibani is distantly aware that she's screaming too and that the lightning has turned on her. Then, there's nothing at all.
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Ibani drifts in and out of awareness, voices echoing from somewhere up above.
"We're near the area where you said you felt that disturbance, my Lord."
"Indeed. Ah, I see. Lightning, very impressive for someone untrained, particularly slave stock. The Alacrity has a kolto tank on board?"
"Yes, my Lord."
"Dump it in the tank, then. Let the medical droid keep it alive. The Council is debating sending all Force-sensitives to Korriban, and this might be worth training."
"As you wish, my Lord."
