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Geia:
**** General Disclaimer****
These character and ideas are mine.
I'm bad at grammar I know this, I edit as much as I can... So if it gives you a headache imagine what the rough draft originally looked like.
I do use language, violence, and sexual innuendo, it's just the way the words flow to describe the picture. 
So if that bothers you then you might not want to read much further... Just warning ya! You can turn back now!





Still here? Well lets begin




The holovid turns on to shows a  beautiful morning on Talus.  Standing in the center of the frame is a Twi'lek, Tolian with red lekku markings, and she appears to be holding a halter in her hands.  Her riding clothes look like they had a rough day, but underneath the grime you can see that her clothes are exquisitely tailored.  She is looking into the camera with a furrowed brow and look of concern in her eyes.  Behind her a grown Peko Peko flies through the air. The Twi'lek keeps turning from the Peko back to the camera as though she can't decide what to focus on. 

It would be a lovely picture, except it's turned sideways.

"Kae," asked the Twi'lek in the picture frame, "May I ask what you are doing?"
"I'm filming," answers a quiet, soft, female voice from off camera.
"Why?"
"Because well... oh, wait a second."

The holovid turns and points up to another Twi'lek, who looks similar to the first one but she has dark blue markings on her lekku.  She is biting her bottom lip as she keeps turning the camera to find the correct way to hold it. When she is satisfied, the camera frame returns back to the original Twi'lek  who stands there silent for a few seconds before becoming impatient.

"Kae!"
"Yes Geia?" answered the off camera voice, dutifully.
"What are you doing with that?"
"I told you I'm filming."
"Why are filming me?"
"Well ... I think it's time you answered some questions for me."
"Questions? About what?"
"You know..." the soft voice starts before Geia interrupts her.
"Kae I'm not going to explain to you about se..," Geia starts as she turns away from the camera, annoyance creeping into her voice.
"NO! Not that! I know about that!"
"All right then.  Wait a second ... you do? Who was it? Selko?"
"Geia does it really matter at this point?"

Geia turned back towards the camera frame slowly, at first there is a bit of defiance on her face but slowly it melts into a reluctant acceptance. "No," she answers, "I suppose at this time it doesn't.  What do you want to know about?"
"Who's this guy you've been spending time with?"
"I'm not answering that," Geia said her eyes beginning to glare and grow hard.
"Why?  Is he dangerous? Are you embarrassed?"
"None of that.  You of all people should know me better than that.  I just don't want to ... jinx anything."
"You like him?"
"I do."
"What makes him different Geia? I mean from all of the others?"

Geia doesn't answer.  She turns back to the Peko, calling towards it willing it to come closer to her.  The Peko at first flits and darts from side to side, but then slowly comes closer.  When Geia can finally touch it's head she pulls out a treat from her pants pocket and coos softly to the avien.  There is a heavy sigh from behind the camera as Kae speaks again.

"All right, don't answer about him.  But I have other questions. I want to know why you left Ryloth."

With a wave of her hand Geia calls the Peko away, letting it stretch and exercise itself as it explores the new terrain of Talus. She doesn't turn around as she answers the question.

"I didn't want to leave Ryloth, Kae."

"What happened then?  I know you hate talking about the past , and I've tried respecting that.  But lately I've been thinking and I've realized that the past is the foundation from which we are all made.  Our character, morals, thoughts and maybe ... parts of our soul,  can be linked to moments of our past.  You left me when I was only eleven, dad died shortly after you disappeared.  Your part of my foundation, and I think I have the right to know. I have never asked anything of you Geia.  Please ... just this once, tell me?"

Geia stands there as still as a statue, for a few moments it appears she's going to ignore her sister's simple request, but then her shoulders sag and she turns away from the beauty of the hillside morning. Her eyes show no emotion and when she speaks her voice is flat. 

"I was 15 when I was taken," Geia begins.




*to be continued*

Geia:
The fifteen year old Geia followed after her father as they walked down the shuttle into Kala'unn for the first time.  The city intimidated her and she wanted comfort, but she didn't reach for her father's hand.  She was growing too old to do that, and well she and her father had never been that close anyway.  Their clan was small and tight knit and her father was Sou'Kora, one of the members of the head clan.  The few moments they did spend together he seemed to always be yelling at her about something.  She shouldn't be talking back to her elders, she shouldn't be picking fights with the boys, she shouldn't be practicing with knives, she shouldn't be doing anything she seemed to come naturally to her. Why couldn't she be more demure, sensitive, and unresisting to orders?

Or in other words, a lady.

She was really beginning to despise that term.

But she felt a flutter of hope as they walked through city, her father had actually asked her to accompany him on this trip.  He visited Kala'unn about once a year to talk to other Head Clans, though she never really paid attention to what those meetings were about.  There was always something more interesting to do than to listen to a bunch of adults discuss the future opportunities for the clan, the production of Ryl, and all of the other stupid stuff that had no importance to her.

She had never been to a city before. She had heard that there were more than one shop at each city, that there were so many languages it could make your head spin, and just maybe she would get to see a Mon Calamarian. Then perhaps as they were eating dinner her father could see her humor, her personality, her spirit and then decide she wasn't so bad after all.

So you can imagine her disappointment when her father told her that they had to go to a meeting first.
"A meeting?  Don't you do that enough at home?"
"This one is important Geia."
"They are all always important."
"Geia, I really don't have time to deal with this right now," her father snapped at her.

She crossed her arms, and looked down at the ground.  She always made him angry, even now when she hadn't even done anything.

Her father leaned down and looked at her.  "I'm sorry Geia, it's just this meeting is important to our clan.  It's not just you, and your sister I have to worry about. I have to take care of our whole clan, that's my responsibility.  That's what clan means, that we watch out and protect each other.  All those people depend on me and it becomes difficult at times to keep my temper when I'm watching out for so many."

Geia softened at her father's words.  She wanted his approval, she really did, she just never knew the best way to go about getting it.
"Can we get Gruuvan shaal, afterwards?"

Her father didn't even blink when he replied, "Sure."

A few minutes Geia was standing several meters away from several small tents that were spread out from the star port entrance to the junk yards. Most of the people in the camp smelled to much of spice and alcohol.  She hated the way they leered at her as if they knew something she didn't. Her father was standing in front of an entrance of one of the tents and he was arguing with a man who kept gesturing to her general area.  The man seemed to have greater importance than his neighbors, well at least his clothes looked clean.

She was seriously thinking of just leaving her father and walking over to Mal'aa's Kitchens on her own, when she noticed her dad calling and beckoning for her to come over.

She had a a brief internal war on what to do next.  Her instincts screamed that she was in danger, but the desire to please her father won out and she carefully made her way closer to them.

When she got there, the important man was joined by two goons who stood next to him like guards. She didn't understand why one of them kept chuckling at her and swinging the end of the chain.  The head man didn't introduce himself to her but began to pace around her, his eyes scanning her body with more scrutiny than was decent.  When he had finished his inspection of her he turned towards his father and handed him a stack of credit chips.

"We have an agreement then."

Her father shook the man's hand, took the chips, and started to walk away.

Before Geia's mind could register what she had just seen, she felt the cold snap of metal around her neck linked to the chain that was held by the goon.  She stared at the chain, the goon, and then at the retreating back of her father.  It took less than a second for her to put it all together and then she did the thing that came naturally to her. She ran after her father.

The chain on her neck wasn't very long but it was just long enough.  Geia tackled her father's knees and began to pummel his face.  She knew now why she had been brought here.  Her father had just submitted her to Vassij'ra, slavery of the first born daughter. There were tears streaming down her face as she yelled at him, hitting him with each word.

"That's what clan means! We watch and protect each other! You... kriffing... fracking... liar!"

The goon's grabbed her by her upper arms and pulled her off him. Her last image of her father was him lying on the ground curled on his side. There were bruises blossoming on his face, and blood from his nose was already staining the ground.

The head slaver, she knew who he was now, barked orders to his goons.  Geia was still kicking, screaming, fighting, cursing, anything to try to escape and so she only barely heard, "problem one," "cuffs," and "holding cell."  The rest of the words blurred away, and all she could concentrate on was the devastation this first betrayal did to her soul.

Geia:
Geia stands in the holovid frame her hand holding the halter out to the Peko's curious beak.  The bird seemed tired now; it wasn't flying as high or as lively. Soft cooing noises issue from her throat as the bird explored the straps of leather. A soft shuttering sigh is heard off camera before Kae's voice speaks.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know."
"I didn't want you to know," responds Geia, her voice flat.
"Why?"
Geia turned to the camera for a second, her eyes showing pity.  "You loved father, you thought the world of him.  In truth he was very proud of you; you were everything that he wanted me to be.  I couldn't take that away from you."

Geia returned her attention to the Peko, slowly slipping the halter over it's head.  The bird startles at first and shakes the leather off it.  Geia carefully reaches down and picks the halter back up, waiting for the bird to settle before trying again.

"Is that why you dropped the clan name?"

Geia looks into the camera, at Kae, but doesn't respond.

"It might also explain why you hate Twi'lek males," Kae continued.
"I do not hate Twi'lek males."
"As you wish to believe Geia.  But I can't help notice that all of your relationships have been with any species but Twi'leks.  And I know there have been some Twi'lek male suitors that you dismissed."
"That's not true.  I haven't dated a Sullustan or a Wookiee yet."
"If you had to choose between a Twi'lek male or a Sullustan, which one would you choose?"

Geia glares hard into the camera and then turned her attention back to the giant avian.  She carefully placed the halter back on the birds neck, which it now accepts.  Slowly she walked around the Peko, tightening the neck halter straps.

"See now you won't answer me."
"Why are you this annoying only to me?"
"Well what else is family for?" Kae responds without thinking.

There was an uncomfortable silence between the two of them.  Geia avoids looking into the camera an instead takes the bit of the halter in one hand, with the other hand she offers treats to the Peko.  When it opened its beak she quickly slipped the bit in at the same time.  The bird squawked and shook it's head startled at the trick and it took three more handfuls of treats before it settled down.

"Father died a year after you disappeared, there was a cave in and most of our clan was lost. I suppose, in a way, he got the justice you felt he deserved," whispered Kae.
"When I found out he had died, I cried Kae."
"Why would you do that?"
"I had hated him for so long, that the anger became a part of me.  My thoughts of revenge is what kept me going during the tough times.  My anger became so much of who I was that when he died, it was like part of who I was died inside as well."
"I don't understand."
"It's hard to explain to someone who doesn't hate."
"That's probably true.... So what happened next?"
Geia couldn't stop her eyes rolling at the camera, "What is this the holovid of Geia's life story?"
"It can be if you want."
"Kae..." growled Geia.
"Don't growl at me, just finish your story.  Then I'll leave you alone ... for awhile."
"Promise?"
"Promise, if that's what you wish."

Geia takes the reins in her hands, tugging on them softly so the Peko would become use to the movement against it mouth. She leans into the bird, wrapping her arms around it's feathered neck.  She looks over her shoulder into the camera with an evil gleam in her eyes.

"I still hadn't learned how to be obedient..."

*to be continued*

Geia:
**** Some might find offensive for violence/sexual innuendo****


The young Geia sighed as she looked up at her wrists, her toes barely touching the floor.  Her wrists were starting to bleed again and she could feel the blood flowing down her forearm. She had long ago learned that no amount of pulling on the handcuffs would slip them off, but she couldn't stop herself  from making the attempt at freedom.

She reached up to grab the little bit of chain she could and raised herself off the floor, giving her wrists a few spare moments of relief.

It was a sad thought, but she almost missed the original slavers who took her from Ryloth.  They were bumbling, inept men.  They assumed since she was only a slave, she was unable to cause mischief.  They could never figure out what happened to the power couplings in their ship, costing them so many precious flight hours. Nor could they understand how the whole crew came down with food poisoning when she got close enough to the food stores.

She had listened in on the guards and found out that they were supposed to be heading towards Orax IV.  Geia managed to get close to the navigation computer to "clean up," and the computer never worked right again. 

The other slaves told her to give up; just what was she hoping to accomplish by doing all this? Some had been raised to be slaves, some had been slaves so long they forgot, and some were just scared.  Geia was none of these and she couldn't sit and wait for someone else to decide her fate.

Geia closed her eyes as she felt her hands sweat around the chain.

When the slave ship finally made it to Orax IV the slaves were made to line up outside of the ship and the guards were lined up to the side of them. Geia noticed, with surprise, that all of them from guard to slave were visibly sweating.

Then she saw the Zygerrian.

His red hair streamed out from behind him, making him so visible Geia wondered why she didn't notice him before.  He was calmly watching the captain be beat by his own personal guard. She watched him as he walked up and down the lines of guards, randomly singling out and having them killed.  She was disgusted and fascinated by this uncaring brutality that he inflected on others.

Geia was so entranced that she wasn't aware of the other slaves, who had begun to slouch and look down on the ground.  She was making herself an easy target and didn't even realize it.  When the Zygerrian turned his attention to the slaves, their eyes locked. 

Too late she realized her error, But it was to late now and she stood up to her full height and looked down on him as he strode to her.  Geia couldn't hide the defiance that she wore like a mantle around her shoulders. 

When the hand grabbed and twisted her tchun painfully, she fell to her knees her face contorted in pain.

"What is your name, slave?"  She heard the Zygerrian yell at her.

Some inner voice warned her that giving him her name was more dangerous to her life than any physical harm he could inflect on her.

"Tanna," she blurted out.

"Well my pretty Tanna, I had hopes of acquiring a Lethian or a Ruthian.  Is your skin Tolain or is Darian? Either way I have a sense that you will be more fun than any of these useless, broken toys."

She felt tears come to her eyes as he grabbed her tchin and twisted it harder than her tchun.  She instinctively kicked out towards his knees trying to bring him down and stop the searing pain. She heard a grunt as her feet connected, but the Zygerrian remained standing.

"Oh yes, I'll have fun breaking you," was the last words she heard before she blacked out.

How long ago had that been she wondered. Her triceps were quivering under the strain of holding her body up so long.  Her mind  replayed the moments of torture, starvation, and rape trying to put them in order to gain a small sense of time.  But the timing eluded her, she could have been enslaved for a week to years; she just didn't know anymore.

Her body began to shudder whether from the strain of holding herself, or from the memories she wasn't sure. In that moment, she wanted to die.

The chain slipped out of her hand her body fell, jerking her wrist and causing her to cry out.  At that moment the door opened her en-slaver strolled in. He was followed by one of his goons and a very young human female.

"Tanna," the Zygerrian said as he strolled calmly around her, ignoring the blood seeping from her wrists.  "I have thought you would have broken by now, it's been years and you have been proved to be a wonderful challenge."

Geia didn't answer him but stared at the young female. The girl couldn't have been older than eleven, why had he brought her here?

"I have used every tactic I know to break a person's spirit and yet, here you are still defiant and willful. You are no longer a challenge to me, but an annoying creature that I have thought of spacing. Then I had a wonderful realization.  So far your acts have only caused punishment to yourself, what if instead they brought punishment onto another?"

"You see that young girl?" He whispered close to her ear, and she swore he was drinking in the scent of her blood. "Every time you refuse to call me master, you will cause her to be beat.  Every time you try to deny me my rights to your body, she will be given as a plaything for my guards.  At any time you try to fight me, she will be killed. From now on her blood is on your hands."

She was numb, she stared into the young girl's eyes.  Geia's stomach knotted in fear...not for herself but for this young innocent and the pain that she was now responsible for.

"Do you want that? To be the reason for the torture or death of this young child?"

"No," Geia whispered.

The guard lifted his hand and slapped his captive across the face. He raised his fist to punch the child.

Geia started and pulled at the chain that held her, screaming out " No sir! Don't hit her again! Please master!" 

She was sobbing, her tears rained hot down across her face as her shackles were released. Geia fell to her knees and crawled towards the Zygerrian, kneeling in front of him and looking up at him with fearful tears in her eyes.

"Good girl," her master whispered to her.

Geia heard the drip, drip of her own blood hitting the floor. 

Geia:
The holovid camera is completely still. Geia stands completely still looking in the frame, but you can tell by the set of her shoulder and the look of her eye that she is somewhere far away. The Peko is tiring, it is on it's two legs with it's wings folded.  It  is nuzzling the back of the Twi'lek's shoulder, looking for treats or searching for comfort, one isn't sure.  There is a soft gasping sound, like the person behind the camera is trying to not cry.

"Geia," stuttered Kae, "I don't ... know what to say."

" Kae, you asked for the story.  I'm doing as you asked. Please let me finish."

There is  silence for a moment.  Geia hardly moved but there is suddenly a Razor-Knuckler flashing in her hands, spinning, moving weaving through the air. The Peko startled a bit, but relaxed and settled when he realized he wasn't in any danger.

"Do you know why I like knives?"

The voice from off camera grows silent.

"Once a knife is made it doesn't matter how long it's forgotten, unused, rusted, or neglected, it's still as deadly as the day it was created."

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