Seated in her cockpit was Nessarose deWinter. While a queen of a planet not many had heard about and pretty much none she knew of in present day had set foot upon, there was nothing to mark the teenager as such. Her attired, chosen more for comfort than for need, was make up of plain black short shorts and a baby pink tanktop. Her boots were simple sneakers, matching the color of her shirt. They were currently resting against the controls as she leaned back in her chair and looked at the planet below, big green eyes absorbing the sight of the market she was just about to land near to.
Normally, sex trade was not something Nessarose death with. In her original life, that had been the domain of her mother who had worked her way up from an escort girl to one of the most feared Sith in the Galaxy, using her old connections to form what had once been the greatest galactic brothel franchise. Her mother had done decided she was done with her life as it was and blew everything up, leaving a single building on Coruscant before she vanished. The business was inherited by one of Nessa's older sisters, who then became the next Lady deWinter. Such business had never quite interested Nessarose, as she had spent those days perfectly content in the Unknown Regions.
Of course, that was before the Gulag came around and Nessa found herself possessing a rock until her body was discovered some half a galaxy away. Things were never boring for the woman who was still an eighteen year old teenager with a careless smile and love for candy. Nothing in the 'verse could remove the happiness from the bubbly girl.
A few jelly beans hovered in the air just before her face, spinning around themselves and each other like a colorful solar system before she yanked them with the Force, sending them one by one into her mouth. The sweetness and soury taste of them filled her mouth and she grinned again, pushing a button with the heel of her foot while Shiny prepared for its final landing stage.
So what was she doing here anyway? In the four hundred years that had passed, Endelaan had closed itself off, vanished into the nothingness it was comfortable the galaxy to believe it was. But four hundred years was a very long time indeed, and her people's children had not all returned. It had taken several weeks for her to travel from Clan to Clan to collect the list and whereabouts of all those with Endelaanian blood, and not even that was complete yet. Some of her people, she knew, she would never retrieve.
Yet here, on this planet that she had never heard of, in a sex slave market that she had never been to, was a son of Clan Vashti that she was very curious about. The man, an offspring of her former Raven, Aeval, had wounded up here. Nessarose had never even known that Aeval had any offspring, since the woman took her life long before the Gulag, but life always surprised you. And now she wanted to know how much of Aeval's powers had been inherited by the young man. All her sources led to him being here, and with a small vial of Aeval's blood, Nessarose had little doubt that she could locate him, and maybe, just maybe, take him to the planet he belonged to.
When the ship finally landed, Nessarose wasted little time before climbing out, the pack of jelly beans now firmly in her left hand. There would be no checks upon her body, she knew; the lightwhip that was coiled around her waist like a silver belt was definetly not for anyone but her to touch, and neither were the tiny daggers coated with Sith poison that were safely tucked in the bottom of her shoes. She wasn't exactly sure why she kept taking them with her anyway, since in case of need, she was far deadlier without any weapons to distract her hands, but hey... Old habbits die hard.
With an optimistic grin and a cheerful stride, Nessarose deWinter began to make her way out of the port and towards the market itself.
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