Ayme Katash
Ayme 'Havock' Katash
The orange gas swirled in the atmosphere of the toxic planet Sullust. Ayme Katash rubbed a finger along her lower lip as she stared out the viewport towards the unknown planet. She had only recently started to venture away from Corellia, her home. She often thought of the planet she was born on, Ansion, a planet of farmers which seemed even more foreign than the world before her. Corellia was her home, as far as she was concerned she was Corellian through and through.
An indicator beeped, reminding her that she had exited hyperspace and should continue to her destination. Her ship, the Ryujin, had been a gift from her uncle before she left her home. She had spoken to the gruff man only hours before and she wasn’t sure if she missed him or just the familiarity of their old routines. Jed Katash was her father’s brother and the leader of a gang, Retathorn. The gang was small time, hacking terminals and hocking vehicles. Ayme both hated and loved it all. The Ryujin was an E-9 Explorer, which Jed rarely bothered to use and had fallen into disrepair by the time Ayme was in her twenties. She spent two years fixing the ship up just as a hobby before her uncle surprised her with it as a gift. The only catch was that she would have to do some supply work when he needed it.
She had been excited that day, beyond thrilled in fact. Ayme went to the local cantina had way more to drink than she should have then came home to find Jed sitting at their dinner table waiting for her.
“Sit down kid.” Jed calmly gestured towards the open chair.
Ayme frowned and reluctantly slid into the chair. “Why are you up? Isn’t this way past your bed time old man.”
Jed smirked and scratched the stubble on his chin. “I need to tell you something, since you seem dead set on running about the galaxy.”
“You gave me a ship.”
“I stopped delaying the inevitable, honestly I was running out of excuses.”
Jed’s blue eyes narrowed as he looked his niece over. She had survived a tragedy that would scar any sane person for life. His brother always checked in, Kenrick was nearly anal about his daily messages. The moment one was missed Jed knew something horrible had happened. He knew about his parents affiliation with the Black Sun, it was practically a family tradition, one Jed ran from with full speed. His brother was not nearly quick enough to escape their reach and his daughter paid the full price for that every night in her nightmares. By the time he reached Ansion his brother, sister in law, and their oldest daughter were all laying in their own pooled blood. He searched the small home in horror, holding in the bile that threated to spill from his throat and then he heard the sound. It was a small shuffling coming from the closet. When he opened the door he saw a small blonde haired girl cowering in fear, her eyes completely blank from shock. Kenrick had called her Havock, a nickname she earned repeatedly. It took her nearly three years to utter a word, and now he had to bring her world crashing down again.
“Havock, you know we joke…about all the weird things that seem to keep happening to you. You could put a speeder together when you were five, probably would have sooner if you hadn’t been born on a farm.”
Ayme frowned. “Seriously Jed what…”
“No let me finish. This datachip has information, it’s safe there and they can teach you.”
“Teach me what?”
The docking clamps startled her out of the memory. It took her a few weeks but finally curiosity got the better of her and she looked at the information her uncle had given her. The whole story he told sounded ridiculous, the Force, she had laughed when her uncle said it.
She exited the Ryujin and walked along the platform towards the interior of the large dome. The beauty of the place amidst the toxic surroundings struck her. She adjusted her small pack and looked back towards her small astromech droid.
“Well I hope they have good insurance.”
The droid whistled in agreement.
An indicator beeped, reminding her that she had exited hyperspace and should continue to her destination. Her ship, the Ryujin, had been a gift from her uncle before she left her home. She had spoken to the gruff man only hours before and she wasn’t sure if she missed him or just the familiarity of their old routines. Jed Katash was her father’s brother and the leader of a gang, Retathorn. The gang was small time, hacking terminals and hocking vehicles. Ayme both hated and loved it all. The Ryujin was an E-9 Explorer, which Jed rarely bothered to use and had fallen into disrepair by the time Ayme was in her twenties. She spent two years fixing the ship up just as a hobby before her uncle surprised her with it as a gift. The only catch was that she would have to do some supply work when he needed it.
She had been excited that day, beyond thrilled in fact. Ayme went to the local cantina had way more to drink than she should have then came home to find Jed sitting at their dinner table waiting for her.
“Sit down kid.” Jed calmly gestured towards the open chair.
Ayme frowned and reluctantly slid into the chair. “Why are you up? Isn’t this way past your bed time old man.”
Jed smirked and scratched the stubble on his chin. “I need to tell you something, since you seem dead set on running about the galaxy.”
“You gave me a ship.”
“I stopped delaying the inevitable, honestly I was running out of excuses.”
Jed’s blue eyes narrowed as he looked his niece over. She had survived a tragedy that would scar any sane person for life. His brother always checked in, Kenrick was nearly anal about his daily messages. The moment one was missed Jed knew something horrible had happened. He knew about his parents affiliation with the Black Sun, it was practically a family tradition, one Jed ran from with full speed. His brother was not nearly quick enough to escape their reach and his daughter paid the full price for that every night in her nightmares. By the time he reached Ansion his brother, sister in law, and their oldest daughter were all laying in their own pooled blood. He searched the small home in horror, holding in the bile that threated to spill from his throat and then he heard the sound. It was a small shuffling coming from the closet. When he opened the door he saw a small blonde haired girl cowering in fear, her eyes completely blank from shock. Kenrick had called her Havock, a nickname she earned repeatedly. It took her nearly three years to utter a word, and now he had to bring her world crashing down again.
“Havock, you know we joke…about all the weird things that seem to keep happening to you. You could put a speeder together when you were five, probably would have sooner if you hadn’t been born on a farm.”
Ayme frowned. “Seriously Jed what…”
“No let me finish. This datachip has information, it’s safe there and they can teach you.”
“Teach me what?”
The docking clamps startled her out of the memory. It took her a few weeks but finally curiosity got the better of her and she looked at the information her uncle had given her. The whole story he told sounded ridiculous, the Force, she had laughed when her uncle said it.
She exited the Ryujin and walked along the platform towards the interior of the large dome. The beauty of the place amidst the toxic surroundings struck her. She adjusted her small pack and looked back towards her small astromech droid.
“Well I hope they have good insurance.”
The droid whistled in agreement.