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Sheer fabric draped gently over her hips, the thin black outfit barely concealing the teal skin beneath as hips swayed and rolled to the light music. High fluid notes pierced the air as the woman danced, eyes closed dancer and music became one. Faster and faster the hips swayed, rocking and twirling about the sandy floored hut. The harsh desert sunlight streamed in through round shaped windows, gleaming in bright beams as the Rutian Twi'lek spun and swirled between them. The light hugged her curves, highlighting the skin and fabric, brightening the contrast as the music grew louder, more frantic. Erratic, yet smooth, flowing like water between the beams she danced in perfect time to the music. Reaching its crescendo the pace quickened all the more, the dancer all but thrashing about as the flute player's green fingers fluttered across the keys. With a single drawn out note the music fell, ending as the dancer stretched out over the ground, arms splayed out and chest up before hopping up staring down at her daughter.

"Mother, that was beautiful!" The young girl said, brown eyes widened still as highlights of the performance flashed through her mind.

Mother merely smiled, a soft tiny smile before patting the young one on the head. "I'm glad you think so. Now, your turn." With a wave of her hand she motioned towards the flute player who began to busily drum his fingers over the keys, cheeks puffed as Ama dived out and began a dance of her own.

Ama, still so young, yet maturing fast was nearly thirteen. Her hips had begun to grow, curves filling out the loose tops she wore as her green waist started to slender. Tall for her age, she could easily pass for fifteen. A blessing her mother thought, appraising the girl as she danced about.

Mother watched on with great interest as her daughter spun and twirled, the oversized dancers outfit kicking up dust about the hut with every motion. Her movements weren't as graceful, almost clumsy in some parts, yet it seemed almost fitting. Watching closely, Mother's thoughts drifted, eyes turning soft and fuzzy. There was still so much she needed to teach her, but time had run its course. Whatever lessons there were to be learned would be figured out for themselves.

As Ama finished her dance a new figured stepped into the hut, a male Twi'lek, hulking and brutish in manner, a moment of softness fell over him. Quietly he joined his life mate, wrapping an arm about her blue-ish shoulders. "Its time." He put simply, looking over at the girl as she lashed about in the final throws of the dance. Committing this final image to mind, Father too turned away, giving Mother a comforting squeeze before leaving the hut.

The song ended, as did Ama's performance. Flashing her pearly whites the girl ran up to her mother in a swish of white fabric.

"How did I do? Did I keep time okay? What did Father say?" She shot off in rapid succession, her voice husky, yet unmistakably feminine. A sincere need to please filled her tone, sparkling eyes watching every change of expression in her mothers face, searching for any hint of concealed disappointment or displeasure. All amongst the sea of features she could find was pride.

"You did wonderfully, worry not about Father." She put simply, patting the girl on the head, running a small hand down over the smooth green lekku that had begun to grow and lengthen more and more in the passing months. Fiddling gently with the tip of a single brain tail, Mother flashed a final shimmering smile before releasing it, an expression of calm shadowing it. "Now, dust yourself off. I'm going to fetch a couple of friends of mine to see you dance. Be your very best, show them everything you've learned." Turning about, she left her daughter with her thoughts for the moment.

Carefully Ama dusted away the cloudy orange flecks that clung to her outfit, straightening her headdress, taking in a few deep breaths as Mother returned, a male and female pair flanked her, one on each side. The man's face was cold, almost unkind and brooding, skin yellowy with a shock of white hair falling into his eyes. The woman, strangely was nothing like him. Dark skinned and light haired, a wide smile covered her cherry red lips as she looked about the hut, ready to enjoy the show.

"Well, lets get this show on the road." The man, Avidan, said softly glancing at his time piece. "Lue has quite a few other girls he wants us to check out before we leave the planet, I imagine hes quite anxious for our return."

"Oh, shut up. Its a show, and look, you've got the girl scared shitless. Prolly doesn't get an audience too often. Well, go on chica, show us your moves." Kailani said with a hearty laugh, digging into a pocket and taking a deep sip from the flask she withdrew.

With suspicious eyes Ama looked over the strange set of friends Mother brought for their own private show, turning back for a nod of encouragement, their eyes met and the music began, throwing her once more into her dance.

As the music subsided, Avidan still frowned on, eyes critical on the young girl. Kailani on the other hand clapped and cheered, all smiles and boundless energy. "Great job, kiddo. What do ya think Avi?" The blonde turned to her partner.

"She awfully young. Lue has little need for children." The frown deepened.

Mother all but jumped at this comment. "Young? She is far from young. Ama is just about to hit her prime, her dancing is good now, with time it will only improve, as will her beauty." Countered the woman quickly.

"Oh Avidan, none of the girls ever please you. She perfect, pay your dues already and lets blow this joint. I'm getting rather tired of sand and huts, I meant to leave that singing flies back on Tattooine." Kailani said with a wave of her hand, leaning back against the gently curved wall, closing her eyes in apparent exhaustion and boredom.

The man turned back to Mother, his frown still deep. "We'll give you 10,000 credits for her. No more, you're robbing us blind as it is, showcasing a mere infant." He sneered.

At this exchange Ama grew alarmed. Whipping about to face her mother, watching in pure shock as money changed hands, the man and woman stepping closer towards her. "Whats going on? Mother?…" As the truth began to settle over her, anger wrapping about the girl like a thick blanket, almost suffocating her as hands clenched about her arms, pulling her from the hut.

Mother never raised her gaze, eyes glued to the dirt floored hut. "How could you do this to me?!" Ama screamed as the pair dragged her through out into the scorching daylight. The villagers too adverted their eyes as the girl screamed on. "Teach me to dance will you? Teach me all you know so I can make you proud? All so you could sell me?! Sell me?! Mother! Why? Why?" She screeched, struggling in the smugglers grips.

Anger seared through her every cell, seeping into her very core, shaking and searing her bones with its intensity. Heels dug into the earth at her feet, she screeched on in a near meaningless ramble of hate. Digging the pointed ends of her finger nails the girl scratched deep into the flesh of abductors. Fingers go slack around Ama's arms, releasing her.

"Fuck! The cute girl dog cut me." Avidan swore, clutching his hurt arm, as the girl disappeared into the village, darting between the poorly made huts.

"Suck it up, I'll go get her." Muttered Kailani, pulling her blaster pistol out, setting it down to stun.

Meanwhile, Ama ran as fast as her long legs could handle it, weaving through the villagers as she searched for the hut she had called home for so many years. The usual commotion had returned, the young woman running was hardly given a second thought.

Shouts and crying seemed to erupt from the tiny dome that housed the small family.

"Look what you've done! Look, are you happy? Are you happy, Resheem? I did as you asked, taught her all she needed and now shes gone." Came the sobbing voice of Mother as Ama busted through the door, pulling the ramshackle table up against the door to hold off her captures for as long as could.

Standing there silently for a long moment, Ama took in the view. Mother stood, tears trickling from her eyes, a single blue fist raised as if to strike the hulking mass of Father before her.

"You sold me…" Hissed the girl, pressed back against the table propped over the doorway. "You. Sold me." Taking a few steps towards the couple, she grimaced, seeing the tears that covered Mother's face, a foil to Father's stone cold look.
"Amarita… Ama… I-I didn't want to." Mother croaked out, lowering her fist, glassy green eyes staring at the seething creature before her. Gently, the pale blue hands touched her face, helping to wipe away the tears that had streaked down across the green skin.

"Ama, you know Mother loves you." The woman said with a desperate smile, anger and hate began to blur the girl's vision.

Ptoo!

Tears welled up more in Mother's eyes, the spit hitting her face with all the ferocity of a slap, trembling hands gently wiped away the sickeningly warm glob of saliva that dripped down the cheek, spreading and swirling with the stinging tears as she returned to sobbing.

"I hate you, both of you." Ama hissed out, the banging of the door behind her finally meet with a crashing noise, the wood of both table and door splintered and launched about the room haphazardly. Bright red blaster bolts fired into the room. Mother screaming, Father shouting. And then, with a final sharp pain to her back, soothing blackness kindly pulled at Ama, taking her away from her hellish reality.

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The music began again. The same tired worn out tune they always played. Yet, they always expected a new dance, new moves. There were only so many ways one could move to the same beat. Shaking her head slightly Ama's thoughts wandered as she looked over the outfit given to her for today's entertainment.

"All the years Lue and his associates have watched us dance, one would assume they'd learn to appreciate the art of it all." The twi'lek woman mused aloud as the ran her fingers across the cool metal surface of today's outfit. Metal bikinis? Honestly? Rolling her chocolate brown eyes, Ama remembered the other girls comments earlier in the week, about how Lue had a new fondness, a new flavor of the week, for the metal outfits. Shiny, jingly, whats not to like? Despite the fact that wearing several pounds of jangling metal made their jobs all the harder.

Whirling about for a moment the chain mail skirt clanking about distractingly, the motions of her hips and waist thrown off by the awkward weight about them. "I can't do this…" Ama muttered looking into the mirror again, taking in the sight of her in the ridiculous outfit, complimented only by the thick chain about her neck, bolted to the wall. Scanning the mirror for a final moment Ama's frown deepened. How was she to dance in such a garb? The music tinkled on in the background, Sasha's performance drawing to a close. Eyes flickered between the chain-link skirt and her wardrobe filled with brilliantly colored sheers.

Light, flowly, practical. Her decision was made in an instant. Stripping away the warmed metal she let it fall to the ground. With a few light steps Ama had already wrapped herself in vivid green and muted brown. Carefully she slipped into thin leather sandals, the music stopped and with it arrived her escort.

"Ama, you're up." Muttered Avidan quietly from the doorway. Though three years had passed since the day the girl had parted ways with her family, joining the hordes of people that flooded the streets of the Smuggler's Moon, it was always the same routine. With busy hands he unlocked the chain from the wall of the dressing room, taking a quick glance at the lithe creature attached.

A silent smirk slipped across his lips at her defiance, though he said nothing. Holding the chain tightly in his hand they walked, the thud of Avidan's boots echoing as they weaved through the complex system of side hallways through out the club. Finally, a great chamber opened and revealed the expanse of Lue the Hutt's private viewing room. Just outside the edge of the room, his rumbling voice echoed out. With a soft sigh Avidan undid the lock about her neck, letting the woman step forward into the light of the chamber.

"Coona tee-tocky malia? What took you so long?" He grumbled impatiently. After a few months Ama had grown accustomed to her owners peculiar language. With his large greedy eyes the Hutt growled lowly. How dare she?

"Bona nai kachu, whirlee!" He shouted. In that instant Ama didn't need to know Huttese to know she was in trouble. Despite the fierce anger in his voice, the girl couldn't hold back a smile. With a quick tilt of her head she signaled the ever present band to start playing, as if in a last ditch effort to save herself. The tune began, same and predictable as always. Yet her defiance only seemed the fuel her inspiration as she stepped and whirled about.

Lue though remained un-amused. How dare she!? He fed and clothed this schutta, owned her! And she dare turn away his gifts and defy his wants and his needs, and now she stepped and danced in her disobedience. With an angry shout of mostly unintelligible screeches with 'Echuta!' Tossed in here or there.

Yet Ama continued her dancing and whirling, even after the band promptly stopped playing, her gleeful smile spread over her face as Lue continued his shouts, Avidan rushed forward, grabbing her tightly with large calloused hands. "Stupid girl. You should have known better." He said quietly as Lue kept shouting. "Hes gonna be pissed off for the rest of the week." The man grumbled dragging the struggling girl as she attempted to finish the dance.

Locking the chain about her neck and twisting her soft arm about behind her back, before forcing her from the Hutt's presence. Dragging the kicking and struggling Ama, Avidan grumbled. "Let me go! I can walk!" She yelled punching at him before taking her free hand and digging the nails into his yellowy flesh, ripping deep gashes.

"Gah!" Cried out the man as he tossed the woman into her quarters once more. "You little schutta…" Fear slipped into the young woman's throat, washing away her cocky arrogance.

Stepping closer to her, Avidan's lips broke into a cool smile. "Ama, Ama, Ama. Here I thought you knew better." With a sharp crack she was on the ground, spots flying through her vision. A yellowy hand descended, grabbing her by the throat and pulling her face close to his.

"You wanna hit a man? Then you're gonna get hit by a man." Another resounding crack and her head snapped back with the force of the slap, cheek stinging and red. Tears fell down her face, though she refused to cry out. Blood flooded Avidan's cheeks, even now she was an insolent little cute girl dog. With another deafening smack she fell to the ground, Avidan's hands trembling as the woman curled herself into a protective ball.

Unable to stop himself, the man began to kick at her, the thunk of boot against flesh oddly exhilarating. Gasping loudly as the wind was knocked out of her, Ama's eyes watered. Thunk! Another hit and gasp, her lungs burning as muscles and bones ached with the beating and rage that seemed to explode from the generally cold man.

The world was growing black, her eyes blurred and a voice nagged gently at the back of her head. "If you pass out… he'll kill you.." A soft, quiet voice, soothing almost. "So kill him first…" The soft, whispery voice commanded.

Thunk! Thunk! Foot met stomach over and over again her lung seared the world around spinning. Reaching out and grasping in vain she tried to regain her breath feeling the pure anger and hate swelling within. With a final useless curling of her fist the assault ended. As her breathing began to even out some, the battered woman was able to look up to see what had become of Avidan.

Brown eyes growing wide she watched as Avidan was struggling to breathe, clutching his throat uselessly. What was going on? What was happening? "A-A-Avidan?…" Ama stuttered as the smuggler gasped and choked, his eyes beginning to bulge sickeningly from their sockets.

Slowly it began to dawn on her, he was dying, being choked by… by something. A sweet smile slid across her face. "Choke, bastard." She growled picking herself up from the ground. Standing on unsteady legs as Avidan sputtered and choked. With a final scathing glance she watched, deeply pleasured by the sight as her abuser turned a lovely shade of blue, fingers clawing at his throat, before fleeing the room.

The chain about her throat rattled loudly, skittering across the floor after her as she took off into a run. Grabbing the part holding the chain to her neck she pulled it, wrapping the links of chain about her body, holding the end of the chain in hand, swinging it about. It wasn't the best method of defense, but it'd have to due in case trouble reared its ugly head.

With slight grace Ama slipped into the hangar, scanning for any ships that might have people boarding. Jackpot! There it was, a dragoon with a single passenger slowly meandering up the ramp. Springing out the Twi'lek woman raced up the ramp and unto the ship slamming the long, thick chain over the head of her unsuspecting victim. He fell with a loud thud over to the side, out cold. Kicking him disdainfully he fell off the ramp, and young Ama closed the ramp.

"Okay… time to get out of here…" Looking over the map at the controls the girl pressed the first planet that caught her eye.

Dromund Kaas. And with it, she zoomed off.

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The snake moved through the grass slowly, sliding about with infinite grace. Its cool brown diamonds across the bright green background. Dull brown eyes followed it curiously, watching its every move as it moved from grass to water.

Ahhhhhhhhma. Groaned the voice. Oh the voice again, not again.

"Go away."

Ama, you can't ignore me. Crimson groaned. It had been 4 days since she had built her light saber. 4 days since the light saber had begun started talking.

"Yes, Ama can." She said, closing her eyes as the screeching metal-on-metal voice seemed to chuckle. "You're just part of my imagination. I've been alone too long, that's all." The reply was automatic, the same meaningless sentence she had repeated to herself countless time since she found herself stranded on the swamp jungle planet.

This place had a strange effect on her. She could feel the edges of her sanity beginning to unravel. "You're losin' it old girl…" Even her speech seemed to change at times, referring to herself inexplicably in the third person, switching back and forth as the voice became louder, clearer, more demanding. And the hallucinations, they were the most worrisome. She could hardly tell what was real, and whats not.

Stop angsting… Shouldn't you be training?

It had been months since she had landed on Dromund Kaas, her dragoon sinking near instantly into the soggy quagmire. The dense planet was intimidating at first, horrific creatures and wildlife. The Dark Force Temple had become her home, and with its shelter came its secrets.

"I am, just wait… Its coming… Ama will get it." Her eyes pulling away from the beautiful serpent. In a flash of green she was up, blending into the dense foliage of the trees, her bare feet gripping the edge of the branch.
The jungle seemed still, for only a moment. The only sounds were the thick noises of skittering birds and insects.

"Raaaaaaawr!" A great brown furred beast busted from the undergrowth, shaking the tree Ama dwelled in. Blood soaked and stained the great swamp wampa's fur, he had taken the bait. Carefully Ama had laid out the carcasses of various animals, hoping to lead the beast right to her.

Gulping, the woman let her fear fill her. Heart rate increasing, the saber hissed to life in her hand before she jumped, landing on the shagging beasts back, her saber slicing into the flesh. "Ya!" She yelled, dragging the saber up as the wampa thrashed clawed at the tiny woman clinging to its back. With another deafening roar it grabbed and tossed her away, hitting the tree behind her with a thunk.

Bounding back the red bladed saber swung out, the feral beast crying out a last time before its fell to the ground, his head rolling across the ground.

Slumping back against the tree, Ama breathed heavily, her chest rising up and down. Pulling herself up, Ama groaned, muscles aching and protesting. Taking a glance down the dark red blood of the wampa had stained the ripped and tattered remains of what once was a dancer's outfit.

Gooooood, Ama…. Good. Take it back to the master… Crimson whispered before deactivating.

"I am, I am. Ama needs a rest sometimes, too." She mumbled, wrapping her arms about the leg of the beast, concentrating. The force flowed easily now, her practicing was beginning to pay off. The master would be pleased. With the aid of the force, Ama was able to lift up the bleeding body of the wampa.

The trek back to the temple was long and grueling, but it had paid off. Tossing the wampa down upon the temple floor, the small metal pyramid stirred to life, projecting the holographic image of a tall, red haired man, no more than 20.

"There you are, Ama. I see you were successful in your mission. You remember what I told you about tattoos?" Came the calm, whispery voice.

"Yes, Master Cain. Ama's ready." She replied, busying herself with collect the blood of the wampa into a large jar. She had found the holocron within her first month on Dromund Kaas, deep within the Temple. The twi'lek had never seen such a thing, and as it whirled to life and projected the Sith Lord. He had been kind enough, despite his cold demeanor. His answers had been clear, and taught her the best he could thus far.
"Good, now mix the blood with the bark." Cain instructed.

Withdrawing a rusted dagger Ama began to scrape the powered tree bark into the blood, stirring and mixing and stirring it with the grungy silver. Slowly the dark red turned to a near black. Staring intently at the concoction she raised the knife up to her arm and slowly dragged it over the greenish skin, cutting it shallowly, imbedding the dark ink into the dermis.

"Use the pain Ama, heighten your focus." The Emperor spoke emotionlessly, his cold yellow eyes appraising the girl as she continued to carve the pattern into her arms and legs, reaching to even slice and imbed the ink into her shoulders. Hours passed, and with it the diamonds formed.

"What is the code?" He asked, watching as the woman cut and tattooed herself.

"Peace is a lie; there is only passion.
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
The Force shall free me." Ama repeated with each of her cuts and slices, the diamonds finished, her skin aching and red, carefully she laid on her stomach over the ground, the serpents pattern her own.

"Now Ama, you have joined the ranks of the Sith…"

Description
Sheer fabric draped gently over her hips, the thin black outfit barely concealing the teal skin beneath as hips swayed and rolled to the light music. High fluid notes pierced the air as the woman danced, eyes closed dancer and music became one. Faster and faster the hips swayed, rocking and twirling about the sandy floored hut. The harsh desert sunlight streamed in through round shaped windows, gleaming in bright beams as the Rutian Twi'lek spun and swirled between them. The light hugged her curves, highlighting the skin and fabric, brightening the contrast as the music grew louder, more frantic. Erratic, yet smooth, flowing like water between the beams she danced in perfect time to the music. Reaching its crescendo the pace quickened all the more, the dancer all but thrashing about as the flute player's green fingers fluttered across the keys. With a single drawn out note the music fell, ending as the dancer stretched out over the ground, arms splayed out and chest up before hopping up staring down at her daughter.

"Mother, that was beautiful!" The young girl said, brown eyes widened still as highlights of the performance flashed through her mind.

Mother merely smiled, a soft tiny smile before patting the young one on the head. "I'm glad you think so. Now, your turn." With a wave of her hand she motioned towards the flute player who began to busily drum his fingers over the keys, cheeks puffed as Ama dived out and began a dance of her own.

Ama, still so young, yet maturing fast was nearly thirteen. Her hips had begun to grow, curves filling out the loose tops she wore as her green waist started to slender. Tall for her age, she could easily pass for fifteen. A blessing her mother thought, appraising the girl as she danced about.

Mother watched on with great interest as her daughter spun and twirled, the oversized dancers outfit kicking up dust about the hut with every motion. Her movements weren't as graceful, almost clumsy in some parts, yet it seemed almost fitting. Watching closely, Mother's thoughts drifted, eyes turning soft and fuzzy. There was still so much she needed to teach her, but time had run its course. Whatever lessons there were to be learned would be figured out for themselves.

As Ama finished her dance a new figured stepped into the hut, a male Twi'lek, hulking and brutish in manner, a moment of softness fell over him. Quietly he joined his life mate, wrapping an arm about her blue-ish shoulders. "Its time." He put simply, looking over at the girl as she lashed about in the final throws of the dance. Committing this final image to mind, Father too turned away, giving Mother a comforting squeeze before leaving the hut.

The song ended, as did Ama's performance. Flashing her pearly whites the girl ran up to her mother in a swish of white fabric.

"How did I do? Did I keep time okay? What did Father say?" She shot off in rapid succession, her voice husky, yet unmistakably feminine. A sincere need to please filled her tone, sparkling eyes watching every change of expression in her mothers face, searching for any hint of concealed disappointment or displeasure. All amongst the sea of features she could find was pride.

"You did wonderfully, worry not about Father." She put simply, patting the girl on the head, running a small hand down over the smooth green lekku that had begun to grow and lengthen more and more in the passing months. Fiddling gently with the tip of a single brain tail, Mother flashed a final shimmering smile before releasing it, an expression of calm shadowing it. "Now, dust yourself off. I'm going to fetch a couple of friends of mine to see you dance. Be your very best, show them everything you've learned." Turning about, she left her daughter with her thoughts for the moment.

Carefully Ama dusted away the cloudy orange flecks that clung to her outfit, straightening her headdress, taking in a few deep breaths as Mother returned, a male and female pair flanked her, one on each side. The man's face was cold, almost unkind and brooding, skin yellowy with a shock of white hair falling into his eyes. The woman, strangely was nothing like him. Dark skinned and light haired, a wide smile covered her cherry red lips as she looked about the hut, ready to enjoy the show.

"Well, lets get this show on the road." The man, Avidan, said softly glancing at his time piece. "Lue has quite a few other girls he wants us to check out before we leave the planet, I imagine hes quite anxious for our return."

"Oh, shut up. Its a show, and look, you've got the girl scared shitless. Prolly doesn't get an audience too often. Well, go on chica, show us your moves." Kailani said with a hearty laugh, digging into a pocket and taking a deep sip from the flask she withdrew.

With suspicious eyes Ama looked over the strange set of friends Mother brought for their own private show, turning back for a nod of encouragement, their eyes met and the music began, throwing her once more into her dance.

As the music subsided, Avidan still frowned on, eyes critical on the young girl. Kailani on the other hand clapped and cheered, all smiles and boundless energy. "Great job, kiddo. What do ya think Avi?" The blonde turned to her partner.

"She awfully young. Lue has little need for children." The frown deepened.

Mother all but jumped at this comment. "Young? She is far from young. Ama is just about to hit her prime, her dancing is good now, with time it will only improve, as will her beauty." Countered the woman quickly.

"Oh Avidan, none of the girls ever please you. She perfect, pay your dues already and lets blow this joint. I'm getting rather tired of sand and huts, I meant to leave that singing flies back on Tattooine." Kailani said with a wave of her hand, leaning back against the gently curved wall, closing her eyes in apparent exhaustion and boredom.

The man turned back to Mother, his frown still deep. "We'll give you 10,000 credits for her. No more, you're robbing us blind as it is, showcasing a mere infant." He sneered.

At this exchange Ama grew alarmed. Whipping about to face her mother, watching in pure shock as money changed hands, the man and woman stepping closer towards her. "Whats going on? Mother?…" As the truth began to settle over her, anger wrapping about the girl like a thick blanket, almost suffocating her as hands clenched about her arms, pulling her from the hut.

Mother never raised her gaze, eyes glued to the dirt floored hut. "How could you do this to me?!" Ama screamed as the pair dragged her through out into the scorching daylight. The villagers too adverted their eyes as the girl screamed on. "Teach me to dance will you? Teach me all you know so I can make you proud? All so you could sell me?! Sell me?! Mother! Why? Why?" She screeched, struggling in the smugglers grips.

Anger seared through her every cell, seeping into her very core, shaking and searing her bones with its intensity. Heels dug into the earth at her feet, she screeched on in a near meaningless ramble of hate. Digging the pointed ends of her finger nails the girl scratched deep into the flesh of abductors. Fingers go slack around Ama's arms, releasing her.

"Fuck! The cute girl dog cut me." Avidan swore, clutching his hurt arm, as the girl disappeared into the village, darting between the poorly made huts.

"Suck it up, I'll go get her." Muttered Kailani, pulling her blaster pistol out, setting it down to stun.

Meanwhile, Ama ran as fast as her long legs could handle it, weaving through the villagers as she searched for the hut she had called home for so many years. The usual commotion had returned, the young woman running was hardly given a second thought.

Shouts and crying seemed to erupt from the tiny dome that housed the small family.

"Look what you've done! Look, are you happy? Are you happy, Resheem? I did as you asked, taught her all she needed and now shes gone." Came the sobbing voice of Mother as Ama busted through the door, pulling the ramshackle table up against the door to hold off her captures for as long as could.

Standing there silently for a long moment, Ama took in the view. Mother stood, tears trickling from her eyes, a single blue fist raised as if to strike the hulking mass of Father before her.

"You sold me…" Hissed the girl, pressed back against the table propped over the doorway. "You. Sold me." Taking a few steps towards the couple, she grimaced, seeing the tears that covered Mother's face, a foil to Father's stone cold look.
"Amarita… Ama… I-I didn't want to." Mother croaked out, lowering her fist, glassy green eyes staring at the seething creature before her. Gently, the pale blue hands touched her face, helping to wipe away the tears that had streaked down across the green skin.

"Ama, you know Mother loves you." The woman said with a desperate smile, anger and hate began to blur the girl's vision.

Ptoo!

Tears welled up more in Mother's eyes, the spit hitting her face with all the ferocity of a slap, trembling hands gently wiped away the sickeningly warm glob of saliva that dripped down the cheek, spreading and swirling with the stinging tears as she returned to sobbing.

"I hate you, both of you." Ama hissed out, the banging of the door behind her finally meet with a crashing noise, the wood of both table and door splintered and launched about the room haphazardly. Bright red blaster bolts fired into the room. Mother screaming, Father shouting. And then, with a final sharp pain to her back, soothing blackness kindly pulled at Ama, taking her away from her hellish reality.

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The music began again. The same tired worn out tune they always played. Yet, they always expected a new dance, new moves. There were only so many ways one could move to the same beat. Shaking her head slightly Ama's thoughts wandered as she looked over the outfit given to her for today's entertainment.

"All the years Lue and his associates have watched us dance, one would assume they'd learn to appreciate the art of it all." The twi'lek woman mused aloud as the ran her fingers across the cool metal surface of today's outfit. Metal bikinis? Honestly? Rolling her chocolate brown eyes, Ama remembered the other girls comments earlier in the week, about how Lue had a new fondness, a new flavor of the week, for the metal outfits. Shiny, jingly, whats not to like? Despite the fact that wearing several pounds of jangling metal made their jobs all the harder.

Whirling about for a moment the chain mail skirt clanking about distractingly, the motions of her hips and waist thrown off by the awkward weight about them. "I can't do this…" Ama muttered looking into the mirror again, taking in the sight of her in the ridiculous outfit, complimented only by the thick chain about her neck, bolted to the wall. Scanning the mirror for a final moment Ama's frown deepened. How was she to dance in such a garb? The music tinkled on in the background, Sasha's performance drawing to a close. Eyes flickered between the chain-link skirt and her wardrobe filled with brilliantly colored sheers.

Light, flowly, practical. Her decision was made in an instant. Stripping away the warmed metal she let it fall to the ground. With a few light steps Ama had already wrapped herself in vivid green and muted brown. Carefully she slipped into thin leather sandals, the music stopped and with it arrived her escort.

"Ama, you're up." Muttered Avidan quietly from the doorway. Though three years had passed since the day the girl had parted ways with her family, joining the hordes of people that flooded the streets of the Smuggler's Moon, it was always the same routine. With busy hands he unlocked the chain from the wall of the dressing room, taking a quick glance at the lithe creature attached.

A silent smirk slipped across his lips at her defiance, though he said nothing. Holding the chain tightly in his hand they walked, the thud of Avidan's boots echoing as they weaved through the complex system of side hallways through out the club. Finally, a great chamber opened and revealed the expanse of Lue the Hutt's private viewing room. Just outside the edge of the room, his rumbling voice echoed out. With a soft sigh Avidan undid the lock about her neck, letting the woman step forward into the light of the chamber.

"Coona tee-tocky malia? What took you so long?" He grumbled impatiently. After a few months Ama had grown accustomed to her owners peculiar language. With his large greedy eyes the Hutt growled lowly. How dare she?

"Bona nai kachu, whirlee!" He shouted. In that instant Ama didn't need to know Huttese to know she was in trouble. Despite the fierce anger in his voice, the girl couldn't hold back a smile. With a quick tilt of her head she signaled the ever present band to start playing, as if in a last ditch effort to save herself. The tune began, same and predictable as always. Yet her defiance only seemed the fuel her inspiration as she stepped and whirled about.

Lue though remained un-amused. How dare she!? He fed and clothed this schutta, owned her! And she dare turn away his gifts and defy his wants and his needs, and now she stepped and danced in her disobedience. With an angry shout of mostly unintelligible screeches with 'Echuta!' Tossed in here or there.

Yet Ama continued her dancing and whirling, even after the band promptly stopped playing, her gleeful smile spread over her face as Lue continued his shouts, Avidan rushed forward, grabbing her tightly with large calloused hands. "Stupid girl. You should have known better." He said quietly as Lue kept shouting. "Hes gonna be pissed off for the rest of the week." The man grumbled dragging the struggling girl as she attempted to finish the dance.

Locking the chain about her neck and twisting her soft arm about behind her back, before forcing her from the Hutt's presence. Dragging the kicking and struggling Ama, Avidan grumbled. "Let me go! I can walk!" She yelled punching at him before taking her free hand and digging the nails into his yellowy flesh, ripping deep gashes.

"Gah!" Cried out the man as he tossed the woman into her quarters once more. "You little schutta…" Fear slipped into the young woman's throat, washing away her cocky arrogance.

Stepping closer to her, Avidan's lips broke into a cool smile. "Ama, Ama, Ama. Here I thought you knew better." With a sharp crack she was on the ground, spots flying through her vision. A yellowy hand descended, grabbing her by the throat and pulling her face close to his.

"You wanna hit a man? Then you're gonna get hit by a man." Another resounding crack and her head snapped back with the force of the slap, cheek stinging and red. Tears fell down her face, though she refused to cry out. Blood flooded Avidan's cheeks, even now she was an insolent little cute girl dog. With another deafening smack she fell to the ground, Avidan's hands trembling as the woman curled herself into a protective ball.

Unable to stop himself, the man began to kick at her, the thunk of boot against flesh oddly exhilarating. Gasping loudly as the wind was knocked out of her, Ama's eyes watered. Thunk! Another hit and gasp, her lungs burning as muscles and bones ached with the beating and rage that seemed to explode from the generally cold man.

The world was growing black, her eyes blurred and a voice nagged gently at the back of her head. "If you pass out… he'll kill you.." A soft, quiet voice, soothing almost. "So kill him first…" The soft, whispery voice commanded.

Thunk! Thunk! Foot met stomach over and over again her lung seared the world around spinning. Reaching out and grasping in vain she tried to regain her breath feeling the pure anger and hate swelling within. With a final useless curling of her fist the assault ended. As her breathing began to even out some, the battered woman was able to look up to see what had become of Avidan.

Brown eyes growing wide she watched as Avidan was struggling to breathe, clutching his throat uselessly. What was going on? What was happening? "A-A-Avidan?…" Ama stuttered as the smuggler gasped and choked, his eyes beginning to bulge sickeningly from their sockets.

Slowly it began to dawn on her, he was dying, being choked by… by something. A sweet smile slid across her face. "Choke, bastard." She growled picking herself up from the ground. Standing on unsteady legs as Avidan sputtered and choked. With a final scathing glance she watched, deeply pleasured by the sight as her abuser turned a lovely shade of blue, fingers clawing at his throat, before fleeing the room.

The chain about her throat rattled loudly, skittering across the floor after her as she took off into a run. Grabbing the part holding the chain to her neck she pulled it, wrapping the links of chain about her body, holding the end of the chain in hand, swinging it about. It wasn't the best method of defense, but it'd have to due in case trouble reared its ugly head.

With slight grace Ama slipped into the hangar, scanning for any ships that might have people boarding. Jackpot! There it was, a dragoon with a single passenger slowly meandering up the ramp. Springing out the Twi'lek woman raced up the ramp and unto the ship slamming the long, thick chain over the head of her unsuspecting victim. He fell with a loud thud over to the side, out cold. Kicking him disdainfully he fell off the ramp, and young Ama closed the ramp.

"Okay… time to get out of here…" Looking over the map at the controls the girl pressed the first planet that caught her eye.

Dromund Kaas. And with it, she zoomed off.

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The snake moved through the grass slowly, sliding about with infinite grace. Its cool brown diamonds across the bright green background. Dull brown eyes followed it curiously, watching its every move as it moved from grass to water.

Ahhhhhhhhma. Groaned the voice. Oh the voice again, not again.

"Go away."

Ama, you can't ignore me. Crimson groaned. It had been 4 days since she had built her light saber. 4 days since the light saber had begun started talking.

"Yes, Ama can." She said, closing her eyes as the screeching metal-on-metal voice seemed to chuckle. "You're just part of my imagination. I've been alone too long, that's all." The reply was automatic, the same meaningless sentence she had repeated to herself countless time since she found herself stranded on the swamp jungle planet.

This place had a strange effect on her. She could feel the edges of her sanity beginning to unravel. "You're losin' it old girl…" Even her speech seemed to change at times, referring to herself inexplicably in the third person, switching back and forth as the voice became louder, clearer, more demanding. And the hallucinations, they were the most worrisome. She could hardly tell what was real, and whats not.

Stop angsting… Shouldn't you be training?

It had been months since she had landed on Dromund Kaas, her dragoon sinking near instantly into the soggy quagmire. The dense planet was intimidating at first, horrific creatures and wildlife. The Dark Force Temple had become her home, and with its shelter came its secrets.

"I am, just wait… Its coming… Ama will get it." Her eyes pulling away from the beautiful serpent. In a flash of green she was up, blending into the dense foliage of the trees, her bare feet gripping the edge of the branch.
The jungle seemed still, for only a moment. The only sounds were the thick noises of skittering birds and insects.

"Raaaaaaawr!" A great brown furred beast busted from the undergrowth, shaking the tree Ama dwelled in. Blood soaked and stained the great swamp wampa's fur, he had taken the bait. Carefully Ama had laid out the carcasses of various animals, hoping to lead the beast right to her.

Gulping, the woman let her fear fill her. Heart rate increasing, the saber hissed to life in her hand before she jumped, landing on the shagging beasts back, her saber slicing into the flesh. "Ya!" She yelled, dragging the saber up as the wampa thrashed clawed at the tiny woman clinging to its back. With another deafening roar it grabbed and tossed her away, hitting the tree behind her with a thunk.

Bounding back the red bladed saber swung out, the feral beast crying out a last time before its fell to the ground, his head rolling across the ground.

Slumping back against the tree, Ama breathed heavily, her chest rising up and down. Pulling herself up, Ama groaned, muscles aching and protesting. Taking a glance down the dark red blood of the wampa had stained the ripped and tattered remains of what once was a dancer's outfit.

Gooooood, Ama…. Good. Take it back to the master… Crimson whispered before deactivating.

"I am, I am. Ama needs a rest sometimes, too." She mumbled, wrapping her arms about the leg of the beast, concentrating. The force flowed easily now, her practicing was beginning to pay off. The master would be pleased. With the aid of the force, Ama was able to lift up the bleeding body of the wampa.

The trek back to the temple was long and grueling, but it had paid off. Tossing the wampa down upon the temple floor, the small metal pyramid stirred to life, projecting the holographic image of a tall, red haired man, no more than 20.

"There you are, Ama. I see you were successful in your mission. You remember what I told you about tattoos?" Came the calm, whispery voice.

"Yes, Master Cain. Ama's ready." She replied, busying herself with collect the blood of the wampa into a large jar. She had found the holocron within her first month on Dromund Kaas, deep within the Temple. The twi'lek had never seen such a thing, and as it whirled to life and projected the Sith Lord. He had been kind enough, despite his cold demeanor. His answers had been clear, and taught her the best he could thus far.
"Good, now mix the blood with the bark." Cain instructed.

Withdrawing a rusted dagger Ama began to scrape the powered tree bark into the blood, stirring and mixing and stirring it with the grungy silver. Slowly the dark red turned to a near black. Staring intently at the concoction she raised the knife up to her arm and slowly dragged it over the greenish skin, cutting it shallowly, imbedding the dark ink into the dermis.

"Use the pain Ama, heighten your focus." The Emperor spoke emotionlessly, his cold yellow eyes appraising the girl as she continued to carve the pattern into her arms and legs, reaching to even slice and imbed the ink into her shoulders. Hours passed, and with it the diamonds formed.

"What is the code?" He asked, watching as the woman cut and tattooed herself.

"Peace is a lie; there is only passion.
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
The Force shall free me." Ama repeated with each of her cuts and slices, the diamonds finished, her skin aching and red, carefully she laid on her stomach over the ground, the serpents pattern her own.

"Now Ama, you have joined the ranks of the Sith…"