Private Behind the Smoke

[Duma Shallotte]

It was a rare moment that Duma was alone AND unchained. Using the brief time to make an attempt to escape, she had to crawl through the muck-ridden tunnels of the palace her Master had. She was small enough to still fit into them and soon enough she was covered in too much gunk, nobody would know who she was. Red hair clung to her almost bareback and it had been turned into a brown hue that would most likely take weeks to get all out.

This was the least of her concerns and she was more focused on her freedom than worrying about how she looked. Anybody that might look in her direction would see a scantily clad woman, covered in who knew what and staying in the shadows as best she could. Duma would probably draw some attention if she stepped out of the shadows so she remained hidden.

Unfortunately for her, this was exactly the wrong place to be. Other people with darker intentions were at work in the darkness. Nobody tried to warn or stop her as she scuttled along. From behind and in front of her, bright explosions went off and she was blown to the ground. More debris rose up to meet her and some started to fall where she had just been crouching.

Screaming slightly, she would get to her feet and start running. The slave no longer cared who saw or found her. The world outside the palace she knew was dangerous and she was like a baby with no knowledge. Feeling the broken pavement hitting her bare feet and hearing the slapping of her soles on the ground was a bit of comfort. She felt alive for the first time and wanted to remain that way.

Turning to look behind her, she did not see the figure step in front of her. Colliding and falling to the ground, she brought her arms up to cover her head and protect herself if he was going to strike her.

Ty-ohni Heyokas

 

[Ty-ohni Heyokas]

It was if anything not quite as he hoped things would go but then again this particular Hutt proved to be quite a challenge say the least. Think of himself as a big enough crime boss rather than the pathetic slimy worm that he was. Crawling out depth of some two bit sewer comes to challenge as much openly disrespect him personally. Gaining his ire as much wrath that he personally came exactly his demise though not with some consequence. As in the midst of his initial attack came betrayal when from behind came a blast. That barely gave him time to react when a troop of Republic forces led by a Jedi swarm in. Partly foil his plans cause him to abort and make his escape instead...

Rush out there as he did care not who or what got in his way Ty-Ohni unexpectedly turn a corner. Knocking someone down in the shadow of the dark. As the gleem of an unsheathed dagger in one hand while with the other and the force aid. He pulls whomever it was he collided with close then bring the blade to hover between them. But then again with the slight gruff growl escaping his lip just, he was about to speak to what appeared to be some disheveled slave.

"Speak ....who are you...."


Duma Shallotte

 

[Duma Shallotte]

When she fell, her body had hardly hit the ground before Duma felt lifted by the man she had run into. The funny thing was, he wasn't even touching her physically. There was a knife between them hovering in the air...just like she was.

At this point, she did not care about how she appeared. Not brave enough to meet the gaze of the stranger, she spoke in Huttese.

"Duma."

If she had any freedom of movement, she would motion to herchest.

"My name is Duma Shalotte."

If that knife plunged its way into her heart, she would at least be dying a free woman.

Ty-ohni Heyokas

 

[Ty-ohni Heyokas]

It was then with his ill-temper temper darkside displeasure in not complete what he set outcome here for. Coupled with old wounds that seem fester and open about past history behind back in Nar Shaddar brought. That he seems blurts out the question in basic to which it appears was somewhat lost on the stranger he knows held tightly with a bit of malice with the force. The blade hovering mere inches from both them as with some odd curiosity he come repeat response which he assumes was a name?

"Duma...Shallotte....you shall...."

As in the background the heavy stop as well grunts of his pursuers began to grow louder. And he drew her closer to him with the blade mere inches from side her chest. Seem poise to deal death when under the faint light and close proximity she was to him by then that flash memory came to mind. That instead of death he instead reaches out with his arms to then hoist her over his shoulder. Holding on her tight just as a figure dropped behind them that with a quick twist of his hand catch the dagger was quickly dispatched in one fell swoop. Clean cut thru the neck with such precise motion that barely a drop of blood spilled before falling. As he then with dagger secure in one hand while the other hold her tight as with swift leaps aid by the force he makes good his escape into the darken night alleyway as he made his way back his ship.

Duma Shallotte

 

[Duma Shallotte]

At least, he had taken her ability to breathe away and Duma just laid in his grip of the Force. Upon hearing him speak in broken Huttese, she nodded when he repeated her name.

"I am Duma Shalotte...yes. Wh..."

Totally unable to break away from his grasp, she was drawn ever closer to death. All in all, the former slave was calm and accepting of her fate. It seemed, he changed his mind and instead grabbed her physically to throw over his shoulder.

Almost like she was in a dream and getting rescued by a fairy prince, she was swept away when he lifted off of the ground and carried her away.

Ty-ohni Heyokas

 

[Ty-ohni Heyokas]

With that said no sooner had the mob behind him close the gap between them than Ty was off. The one he happens to run into earlier securely held onto his shoulder as he rushes off. Thought as he did so part him sort felt slight sadness for feeling the weight of her as much look in her eyes. When he seems inadvertently unconsciously reverted speak in Huttese to her who surmise was called Duma?

"Silence, and you may still live...."

Who much his morbid curiosity as much faint deep seated pain reminded him of past. For part, he could not shake the idea that if things turn out differently than they had. Though his being a gangster did not change that of having his family life rather than perishing could be. And so with a faint tendril of those memories drove him onward as the pair soon made the dock area where his ship was. Where mind drift with question as much idea as to what would he have done with her next?

Duma Shallotte