In the deepest pit of Riloth a 25 year old twi'lek male stands tall facing the sandy wind to shave side his purple lekku,
His gloomed dark blue eyes stare peeking into the disturbing sky,
How come he never been on this planet before but to him it still feels familiar, those slaves must have taken him here sometime during his service. why els would it feel this close to him.
As the sand sifts in every crack of his leather straps he remembers the death of his mother, he was so young but he remembers her red skin, as red as the lagreggs eye, her eyes as dark as the black stones of malachors dept.
He speaks basic for years now but his mother didnt she had a somewhat strange accent one that made him feel warm.
As a swarm of keg Beatles fly by and he snaps out of his thoughts and continues the climb upwards how he got there was easy just jump out of the the shuttle but now what was he to do he dint have a credit, he never had a cred.
the roots of the plants scorch over his whip scared back the latest cuts still fresh
His smaller posture makes the climb somewhat easier to manage only he cant even see the surface yet. Even now as hungry as he may be he is not complaining.
They dint serve food daily at the camps so he will manage this one without any easily.
He pulls out e sharper knife shaped rock and uses it to climb his way.
He wonder what trials lye ahead for him and is preparing for the worst, he heard rumors of a vast army traveling space, maybe they can help him to find his father who he had never met.
