Zavzen Sae'ryx
A Modern Je'daii Ranger
Zavzen stared at the woman for a moment before reaching out to pat her hands. "I'm sorry for your loss, no matter how belated this is. Nar Shaddaa is a cruel place, I should know." Zavzen handed over Stadust's drink before taking a sip of his own. He then began to tell his own tale, hoping that it would help the Twi'lek move her focus from her memories. "I was born there, y'know. Had a good early life before all three of us, mother and father as well as me, ended up becoming slaves. Father fought as a Gladiator for the Hutt, mother too, though not as much. She died when I was 14, that's when I was forced to take her place and become a serious Gladiator, I had already been force to fight in minor fights. Father died four years later, he rebelled, you see, and the son of a gundark Hutt had him killed as an example. I used the chaos to escape and fled that moon. Ended up stumbling around the Galaxy for a good few years before I found some place to settle down, Ession. They were trying to reform it, make it better so I helped. Ended up leaving and travelling again though then stumbled across you lot." Zavzen let out a sigh as he stared at the now empty cup, "Well that's my life." This was said sadly, after all, with his illness that might all there would ever be. "So, you didn't finish telling me about your life."
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