The Rebel Faction

With a delicate little sniff, Chiisai Kyoufu peered down the small hallway before sweeping out in her normal fashion, her long black hair fanning out behind her briefly. She marched down the empty expanse, her boot heels thumping a steady rthyme, echoing off the bare tiles. The gentle humming of a servant droid, square and bulky, was the only other sound as it followed Chiisai as she stormed down the hall.

Marry her off, would they? Stick her with some old gross rich toad just to get rid of her? Chiisai knew that this wasn't going to happen. No matter how rich and well thought of Lord GooHead, or whatever his name, was, she was not going to marry some crinkly old man who needed servants to shock him awake every morning. It wasn't like her family needed the money. Fuuu Chiageya was a rich man himself and, since he was her grandfather and she his only granddaughter, Chiisai had no reason to worry for money for life. Not being a stupid girl, Chiisai knew it was because her family thought being married would calm her down.

Calm her down? HA! Let one of them try and stop her escaping and she'd show them calmed down! She'd do her best to break as many kneecaps as she could and scratch bite and claw her way out. She'd done it a few times before but those has just been temper tantrums. Chiisai occasionally had those.

Her dark eyes narrowing, Chiisai came to a halt before peering around another corner, the dark curtain of hair sliding off her back to hang down beside her. A small woman, barely 5 foot in height, and slender, from this position Chiisai could easily be mistaken for a very lovely child. It wasn't until one saw her quite noticible curves that she was revealed a grown woman, but for now, these were hidden as Chiisai found herself looking at a strange man walking towards her. Scanning his person, she tried to determine whether he was a threat to her escape or not.

"Who you?" Chiisai wanted to know before she answered, stepping around the corner to eye the man critically, her voice heavily accented. Common wasn't her first language, they spoke another on her home world, and Chiisai hadn't been the most attentive during her language classes. If this fellow had no idea who she was, he might inadvertantly help her out. She found it most annoying that she needed directions. This wasn't her home base after all.

"Chris Liberi?" Chiisai ran this through her brain and tried to attach it to someone, but couldn't. So he must be someone new and, therefore, possible found her new as well. Sniffing again, a personal habit of her's, a condescending little noise, Chiisai went right on butchering his language. "No, I speak this one instead. I Chiisai and I need to the docks. You show me?"

That was simple enough. Chiisai thought about a few things within only a matter of seconds. How she didn't know this person at all, how it was probably quite silly to disappear into space without telling anyone where she was going and how it more than likely extremely stupid to embark on a journey with several million credits worth of jewelry, 21 years worth of birthday and holiday gifts, loaded into the servant droid following her. Chiisai knew she'd never hock it for what it was worth but still, she had enough sense to know there was many who'd like to know how much was in there.

But Chiisai had made up her mind. She was escaping and going to find her own place in the universe, no matter how that happened. "I want. And I need practice so you speak what you like."

"Going no where." Chiisai pointed out, looking around the interior. She wasn't an expert on ships but this one looked a little run down in her estimate. She sniffed, ignoring the fact that she generally was transported aboard the finest of the finest so she wasn't giving this ship a fair chance. "Where we go now?" The little woman asked, sitting down primly in a chair, back straight, posture perfect.