The Rebel Faction

Sensing her thoughts Darksword was quick to smile.

"The Sovereignty is linked in alliance to the Diversity Alliance. I believe they once made a play for your homeworld.

And the Sovereignty is a highly alien government based, quite obviously, in the outer rims. It was quite possible that both of those organisations were involved."

He paused thinking for a moment.

"Although my sources indicate that this Diversity Alliance is disolved, or at least engaged in a power struggle of sorts."

"Of course."

He gestured to the mattress in the corner.

"And the computer terminal next to it could also be of use to you. Its just got normal holonet access, but that might well be enough."

He turned, but added as an afterthought.

"There is some beakers of blood in the fridge, warm them on the stoves if you prefer it warm."

(ooc: *Yawns and pokes Lup some more*)

She couldn’t fall back asleep, the name ‘Besk’ bouncing around in her head like a hyper child demanding attention. Looking at the clock she realized she still had another six hours before sunset. Mutter a few curses she sat up in the mattress and looked over at the computer the man pointed out to her ealier.

Might as well see what I can find out on him now… She thought as she moved over to the terminal and switched on the screen.

It was a bit frustrating to use: the keyboard was designed for human like hands, not Trandoshan and her large claws keep hitting the wrong keys. After a while she got better at it and was able to bring up some old news articles that featured Besk. Most of them told how he used to work with the Empire years back and apparently now works as a freelance mercenary: he had been successful in capturing quite a few marks for his employers.

His rep is similar to Boba Fett’s… She thought, then a puzzled look formed on her face. Wait…who’s Boba Fett?

She shook her head, not letting herself get sidetracked. Old news articles were fine and dandy if you wanted to know a guys reputation…but she wanted to know about the person himself. Common sense told her that public records on Trandoshans would be based on Trandosha and not directly linked to other public databases, so it would take some work to find them.

After two hours, she finally got into the Trandoshan public database. However she didn’t find as much as she thought she would at first.

Born in Hsskhor…Former K’Satikur Clan member…so what? She thought, getting frustrated. After a little more searching she found more. Sired three hatchlings…one son, now deceased. Two daughters, both disowned for dishonor reasons.

She sat back, staring at the screen. Disowned for what? If his son was dead and he disowned his other two children…that meant he had no ‘legal’ heir. More out of curiosity’s sake, she looked into the identity of his two daughters. The first one, named Kosi, had this snotty look on her face and she instantly took a disliking for her: her status was currently unknown. Looks like a real b-tch… She thought as she looked into the second daughter.

Her eyes widened when the image came up: she had suddenly felt like she was looking into a mirror. Save for the coloration, this female looked just like her. She didn’t know how long she just stared at that image before she forced her gaze to the information regarding this female.

Her status was missing, presumed dead. Name…the name slammed into her like a large puzzle piece suddenly snapping into place.

Asri…my name is Asri… She thought, holding her head as more pieces started to fall into place. Besk is the one that took me to that…place…and he’s my….father…

She stood up and staggered against one of the tables. Why would he…wait… She remembered the test she and Kosi, her sister took. She knew what kind of test it was, it was a fertility test, all females had to take it when they came of age: no sense in putting you in the breeding database if you were sterile…

Sterile… Her breaths came in heavy now. That would be why she would be ‘disowned’ by her father. But then she remembered the doctor’s comment: ’Your father already knows one of you failed…’ and the smug look on her sisters face.

She cut loose with a scream of rage and knocked the table over, glass breaking as the various tubes and beakers crashed to the floor…

She stood there for a few moments, her leaning on the tipped over table with her hands, panting heavily. Her mind was a swirl of emotions and thoughts, her anger making her unable to think coherently, her sorrow and grief resulting in a near complete total loss of the will to live.

Kosi had framed her and effectively took from her all hopes of a normal life. The one thing she was looking forward to, that of being a mother, most likely was impossible now due to the changes made to her body. Even if by some miracle she was still fertile, what male would have her?

Eventually the swirling thoughts and emotions calmed enough to where she could start to actually think and her thoughts all started to turn to one thing: revenge. Oh how she would pay for what she has done, but she would have to ‘find’ her first. Asri knew she couldn’t just go running through Coresaunt demanding to know where Kosi was. No doubt the female had weaseled herself into some sort of position of power by now, despite being disowned by their father and cast out by Trandoshan society in general. To the rest of the galaxy, a Trandoshan outcast was still a Trandoshan…something to be weary and fearful of.

With that thought in mind, Asri realized she couldn’t safely go after her without risking getting killed herself: that would be counter productive. No, she needed to learn some skills….skills worthy of an assassin. With her literal taste for blood, being an assassin would suit her, plus gain her contacts she could use to find her sister and eventually…her father.

She knew it will be a while before she could go after her father: it will take a lot of skill and trickery to get that one. Kosi was like an easily smooshed bug compared to the virtual death star that is her father: at her level of skill, killing Besk was next to impossible…so dealing with him would have to wait. Kosi was the main target for now, for she was the one that started it all…

When her host came back she was idly swirling the contents of a half warmed beaker of blood in one hand, leaning back in the chair by the computer. There was a calm, calculating looking on her face as she regarded him.

“I’ve remembered much while you were away.” She said calmly, an almost cold edge to her voice. “Let’s just say I have two names on my new hit list. However, there I things I need to learn before I can start working toward ‘eliminating’ those names on the list.” She made a casual glance over at the tipped over table, which she never bothered to straighten. “My name is Asri by the way…and I apologize for the mess I made.”