There's more than one way to be enslaved
Following: Mika
Location: Emberlace
Objective: III speak to Phalsi's parents
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Phalsi Drynchen
Far across the city, a woman was walking. Not an uncommon sight. No, that was not what was unusual about this lady. Nor was it her miralukan heritage or the fact that she had grown up in this city. No, what was strange was the series of messages that sat on her comm.
Only a few minutes ago, she had been forwarded the files of one Phalsi Drynchen. A young girl by all accounts, who had been sent to the Jedi as punishment for an impressive and quite public hacking stunt she had pulled. She had only recently been released from their custody.
Like many other Amavikkan, Mika had been tasked with locating the girl. Only instead of searching the streets and scouting out likely positions she had been sent to the source. Or at least a source. After all, if she had spent decades away from her family, the first place she would go would be to them.
But then maybe that was just her own culture talking. Slaves could be taken from their families at the drop of a hat, and though the occurrence was less common of Denon and Emberlane, it wasn’t exactly rare. Especially if the parents sold the child, as a way to make more money in desperate times or with the half believed hope that doing so would give them a better life and remove one more mouth to feed. It was all legitimate of course, often parading around as an adoption agency, but that didn’t make the truth any less real.
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The apartment building was just like all the others around it. Old, with faded paint and crusty windows. It was in one the many areas that had once been the shining jewel of the city, but neglect and decay had eroded all traces of glamour. The inside was much the same as the outside, with peeling wallpaper and durasteel doors designed in the likeness of wood. Many were bare now, or coated with faded paint.
She knocked, three times in quick succession. An older woman opened the door, face worn from hardship and time. “What do you want?”
“I’m looking for someone. A young girl, should have just gotten back on planet. She was with the Jedi before this.” Noticeably, purposefully, she did no mention a name.
Location: Emberlace
Objective: III speak to Phalsi's parents
Tags:
Phalsi Drynchen
Far across the city, a woman was walking. Not an uncommon sight. No, that was not what was unusual about this lady. Nor was it her miralukan heritage or the fact that she had grown up in this city. No, what was strange was the series of messages that sat on her comm.
Only a few minutes ago, she had been forwarded the files of one Phalsi Drynchen. A young girl by all accounts, who had been sent to the Jedi as punishment for an impressive and quite public hacking stunt she had pulled. She had only recently been released from their custody.
Like many other Amavikkan, Mika had been tasked with locating the girl. Only instead of searching the streets and scouting out likely positions she had been sent to the source. Or at least a source. After all, if she had spent decades away from her family, the first place she would go would be to them.
But then maybe that was just her own culture talking. Slaves could be taken from their families at the drop of a hat, and though the occurrence was less common of Denon and Emberlane, it wasn’t exactly rare. Especially if the parents sold the child, as a way to make more money in desperate times or with the half believed hope that doing so would give them a better life and remove one more mouth to feed. It was all legitimate of course, often parading around as an adoption agency, but that didn’t make the truth any less real.
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The apartment building was just like all the others around it. Old, with faded paint and crusty windows. It was in one the many areas that had once been the shining jewel of the city, but neglect and decay had eroded all traces of glamour. The inside was much the same as the outside, with peeling wallpaper and durasteel doors designed in the likeness of wood. Many were bare now, or coated with faded paint.
She knocked, three times in quick succession. An older woman opened the door, face worn from hardship and time. “What do you want?”
“I’m looking for someone. A young girl, should have just gotten back on planet. She was with the Jedi before this.” Noticeably, purposefully, she did no mention a name.
