Post by Asura Sikh on Feb 20, 2010 21:07:33 GMT -5
Mother: Tia’ri Sikh
Father: Unillar Arkkash
115 ABY – Tia’ri may not have been royalty of Hapan women, but she was a woman none the less, and days before the death of Unillar she found she was with child. Her chosen mate..lover, had done what most were entitled to with the Hapan women – before he died he proved his worth of breeding stock and then some in the eyes of Tia’ri. Her eyes held a sorrow when the people called against him as being a user of the force and therefore a threat to their existence.
Gambling lead him there, dumb luck is what he called it, other’s did not think it so – perhaps a wave of a hand that went unseen, predictions were dreamed about and he knew the day to bet and the time, as well as on who. But none the less there was no defense and he was gone.
This was what thrived in the streets of Lorell – speculation, wariness; even though just less than 100 years ago the Hapes Consortium opened the cluster again to others. Perhaps this was a reason suspicions rose and many were put to death publicly or secretly, it depends on the offense and the size of it - though size was even relative.
Tia’ri did not desire it to be known she was with child to the man who was an ‘abuser of this Force’ and left with the child growing inside of her, starting anew in Ket. Ket was small in comparison, and the smaller the area, the more secluded, the less wariness met the arrival of a dark haired woman with deep malachite eyes. But the hatred and unsurety was strong as ever when it came to those entering the Hapes cluster for trade and murmurings through the streets of this ‘force’ were more heated, tales of the past and the burn of betrayal despite it being beyond their years of these Jedi who came and wiped out their descendants.
Asura was born 116 ABY, and was raised like any other child there, racing through the streets as a free youth with no cares, when she was able to be set free - child like laughter echoing off the walls of the homes that lined the passageways for travelers and citizens alike.
Travelers though, they were met with speculative watch, the few guards spared from Lorell doing their best in ensuring that safety of citizens while trade and purchase commenced amongst those from other galaxies. The ruddy cheeked Asura would watch from the strong and fine boned clutches of Tia’ri’s hands that pressed firmly into her shoulders as so many different faces, different species poured through the streets with wares for trade.
Curiosity got the best of Asura, 10 years of her life and each time they came all she heard was hatred, spite, and dissention from the lips of the people each time. It grows on a child and yet makes them wonder, or at least it did Asura. The lead of the pack of wide eyed children when it came to getting closer to the travelers, tugging their robes and turning bright eyes upward to be chased off by guards and citizens alike.
When Asura asked her mother why the outsiders were watched so much one night, her laugh was a gentle coo to curious ears and tired gray-blue eyes that still lustre’d with the balance between fighting sleep and the thirst for knowledge. Asura was twelve then, and Tia’ri spoke of her age and how it was time to inform me of Hapes’ past. Though many were allowed travel and trade, visits with the Queen mother they were not trusted by all. Hapan’s were a secretive people after the Jedi annihilation of the people years and years ago, so long ago and yet there was still some fear embedded like a flaw in a precious stone. But Asura did not sleep with the shared fear of her people; she slept with a new flared curiosity. But there was something else behind Tia’ri’s eyes that went ignored while Asura dreamt of ‘electric sheep.’
The grip upon Asura’s shoulders and chasing her from her curiosity stopped two years after that story, lightened immediately after. She knew of the dangers and met them with no fear as she stood amongst the thrall of people and other species, listening to what she could understand, as they seemed to speak Hapan well, but those of Hapan knew little if any of foreign tongue.
Some of the creatures that milled through the streets were hideous to Asura, as she was sure she was to them. A lanky woman, growing into long limbs and filling out only parts of the attire provided from affordability. Long dark hair that should have been deep ebony was it not for the continual light of Hapes that dimmed down the luster, though minutely.
Years went by and she grew accustomed to this, it was no longer curious, it was normal. Asura socialized with many, picked up some of their language in broken pieces, at least enough to greet them, drink with them, and hear about the worlds outside of Hapes Cluster. Curiosity anew despite Tia’ri’s urging that it was time she found her place here; perhaps choose a man to privilege with her hand. Asura couldn’t be bothered, something better was hoped for, dreamt about, behind those steel eyes – but unspoken of.
[Handwritten]Maybe I should have been more considerate of my mother, but regret always comes with hindsight, and swaying from the alcohol in my system I slid down the byways home with an unsteady gait and unsteady eyes settling on my mother held in the hands of two strangers, limp bodied as a large wrap was being prepped to bind around her. Smugglers, thieves, bandits – at my very doorstep and taking the one thing I knew was solid in my life.
One figure cloaked stood outside of the two as they drew the thick roll around her body and wrapped her. That was who I lunged for, I think I managed to move him, but the next thing I recall was being slammed against a wall without so much as a touch from a hand, pushed up it and dropped. When my sight came reeling back and I was done choking on my own breaths in position on all fours I saw one hoist the wrapped body of my mother over his rigid shoulder and walk past with a sound that I could have found as being ridicule, but not a laugh like ours, beastly.
Something burned down my cheek, welled from my eye and I screamed with every bit of loss and loathing for them I could draw forth. Perhaps it was the wrong call for help, but the one I had lunged at stopped in his departure and turned his shrouded head back towards me while his cloak rippled around him with a non-existent breeze. Little did I know I caused that, little did I know this was the reason he disrobed his cloak and threw it over me, blotting out the light and starting my life anew….When I woke up.
Has it all happened again? He said I was saved and my mother, lost. I watched in horror as this stranger passed a hand over the screen and it showed Ket falling, the ship perhaps my mother was on burning. But why should I trust this man? This cloaked figure that will not look at me from beneath the cowl of his robe and bears the weapon of Jedi forces as my life burns to ashes, my city in dust.
He saved me, not them and I should be grateful, but I loathe him. He asked if I knew this was coming, saw it? My dreams since I was a child were the white noise backdrop of this imagery, but not real, why would dreams of the past thousands of years ago BBY mean anything to me? Save this concrete sinking feeling of de ja vous.
“Rest..” he said, I see them burning and I feel their pain and it encumbers me with a desire of such extreme loathing for who did this, be it him or those others. Instead of rest I write this, something solid to come back to as we leave for whatever purpose my life is on now. If they seek to slave me, this will be all that is left. I am a Hapan woman, and slavery is beneath me..I have pride..[end handwriting] And it will carry her hatred well.
Her name is Asura Sikh, and she is what her people fear, or possesses a part of it.
Father: Unillar Arkkash
115 ABY – Tia’ri may not have been royalty of Hapan women, but she was a woman none the less, and days before the death of Unillar she found she was with child. Her chosen mate..lover, had done what most were entitled to with the Hapan women – before he died he proved his worth of breeding stock and then some in the eyes of Tia’ri. Her eyes held a sorrow when the people called against him as being a user of the force and therefore a threat to their existence.
Gambling lead him there, dumb luck is what he called it, other’s did not think it so – perhaps a wave of a hand that went unseen, predictions were dreamed about and he knew the day to bet and the time, as well as on who. But none the less there was no defense and he was gone.
This was what thrived in the streets of Lorell – speculation, wariness; even though just less than 100 years ago the Hapes Consortium opened the cluster again to others. Perhaps this was a reason suspicions rose and many were put to death publicly or secretly, it depends on the offense and the size of it - though size was even relative.
Tia’ri did not desire it to be known she was with child to the man who was an ‘abuser of this Force’ and left with the child growing inside of her, starting anew in Ket. Ket was small in comparison, and the smaller the area, the more secluded, the less wariness met the arrival of a dark haired woman with deep malachite eyes. But the hatred and unsurety was strong as ever when it came to those entering the Hapes cluster for trade and murmurings through the streets of this ‘force’ were more heated, tales of the past and the burn of betrayal despite it being beyond their years of these Jedi who came and wiped out their descendants.
Asura was born 116 ABY, and was raised like any other child there, racing through the streets as a free youth with no cares, when she was able to be set free - child like laughter echoing off the walls of the homes that lined the passageways for travelers and citizens alike.
Travelers though, they were met with speculative watch, the few guards spared from Lorell doing their best in ensuring that safety of citizens while trade and purchase commenced amongst those from other galaxies. The ruddy cheeked Asura would watch from the strong and fine boned clutches of Tia’ri’s hands that pressed firmly into her shoulders as so many different faces, different species poured through the streets with wares for trade.
Curiosity got the best of Asura, 10 years of her life and each time they came all she heard was hatred, spite, and dissention from the lips of the people each time. It grows on a child and yet makes them wonder, or at least it did Asura. The lead of the pack of wide eyed children when it came to getting closer to the travelers, tugging their robes and turning bright eyes upward to be chased off by guards and citizens alike.
When Asura asked her mother why the outsiders were watched so much one night, her laugh was a gentle coo to curious ears and tired gray-blue eyes that still lustre’d with the balance between fighting sleep and the thirst for knowledge. Asura was twelve then, and Tia’ri spoke of her age and how it was time to inform me of Hapes’ past. Though many were allowed travel and trade, visits with the Queen mother they were not trusted by all. Hapan’s were a secretive people after the Jedi annihilation of the people years and years ago, so long ago and yet there was still some fear embedded like a flaw in a precious stone. But Asura did not sleep with the shared fear of her people; she slept with a new flared curiosity. But there was something else behind Tia’ri’s eyes that went ignored while Asura dreamt of ‘electric sheep.’
The grip upon Asura’s shoulders and chasing her from her curiosity stopped two years after that story, lightened immediately after. She knew of the dangers and met them with no fear as she stood amongst the thrall of people and other species, listening to what she could understand, as they seemed to speak Hapan well, but those of Hapan knew little if any of foreign tongue.
Some of the creatures that milled through the streets were hideous to Asura, as she was sure she was to them. A lanky woman, growing into long limbs and filling out only parts of the attire provided from affordability. Long dark hair that should have been deep ebony was it not for the continual light of Hapes that dimmed down the luster, though minutely.
Years went by and she grew accustomed to this, it was no longer curious, it was normal. Asura socialized with many, picked up some of their language in broken pieces, at least enough to greet them, drink with them, and hear about the worlds outside of Hapes Cluster. Curiosity anew despite Tia’ri’s urging that it was time she found her place here; perhaps choose a man to privilege with her hand. Asura couldn’t be bothered, something better was hoped for, dreamt about, behind those steel eyes – but unspoken of.
[Handwritten]Maybe I should have been more considerate of my mother, but regret always comes with hindsight, and swaying from the alcohol in my system I slid down the byways home with an unsteady gait and unsteady eyes settling on my mother held in the hands of two strangers, limp bodied as a large wrap was being prepped to bind around her. Smugglers, thieves, bandits – at my very doorstep and taking the one thing I knew was solid in my life.
One figure cloaked stood outside of the two as they drew the thick roll around her body and wrapped her. That was who I lunged for, I think I managed to move him, but the next thing I recall was being slammed against a wall without so much as a touch from a hand, pushed up it and dropped. When my sight came reeling back and I was done choking on my own breaths in position on all fours I saw one hoist the wrapped body of my mother over his rigid shoulder and walk past with a sound that I could have found as being ridicule, but not a laugh like ours, beastly.
Something burned down my cheek, welled from my eye and I screamed with every bit of loss and loathing for them I could draw forth. Perhaps it was the wrong call for help, but the one I had lunged at stopped in his departure and turned his shrouded head back towards me while his cloak rippled around him with a non-existent breeze. Little did I know I caused that, little did I know this was the reason he disrobed his cloak and threw it over me, blotting out the light and starting my life anew….When I woke up.
Has it all happened again? He said I was saved and my mother, lost. I watched in horror as this stranger passed a hand over the screen and it showed Ket falling, the ship perhaps my mother was on burning. But why should I trust this man? This cloaked figure that will not look at me from beneath the cowl of his robe and bears the weapon of Jedi forces as my life burns to ashes, my city in dust.
He saved me, not them and I should be grateful, but I loathe him. He asked if I knew this was coming, saw it? My dreams since I was a child were the white noise backdrop of this imagery, but not real, why would dreams of the past thousands of years ago BBY mean anything to me? Save this concrete sinking feeling of de ja vous.
“Rest..” he said, I see them burning and I feel their pain and it encumbers me with a desire of such extreme loathing for who did this, be it him or those others. Instead of rest I write this, something solid to come back to as we leave for whatever purpose my life is on now. If they seek to slave me, this will be all that is left. I am a Hapan woman, and slavery is beneath me..I have pride..[end handwriting] And it will carry her hatred well.
Her name is Asura Sikh, and she is what her people fear, or possesses a part of it.