Rivals Prompts
@depizan  asked: SWTOR: 8, 15 GW2: 6, 21Â
This is part 1 of the “SWTOR 15″ prompt @depizan gave me.
Warning: Slavery mentions.
SWTOR 15 - Most Optimistic VS Most Pessimistic (part 1 - Most Optimistic)
It was good to be out of the slave quarters. It was so dark in there a lot of the time, and Kin had always been curious about what was beyond the fence. Her purple eyes were huge as she toddled next to the overseer, her hand small and yellow in the gnarled and leathery hand of the other’s. Maybe she would see a gizka while she was out here! That would be great - she’d been lonely since the people with the lasers had left the traps. Or - and she didn’t dare to hope - maybe she was finally going to go meet the owner, that legendary figure the others in the pens whispered in tones of reverence and fear about. Wouldn’t it be amazing to be able to say she met them? Maybe they could be a friend?
She could hardly keep up with the pace the overseer was striding at, but Kin jogged a little to keep up her. She only had little feet, but she was pretty good at moving fast when she needed to, so she only got yanked along occasionally. Still, she had a good amount of time to look around the stone lined courtyard and to wonder at the buildings with the beautiful red lights clawing at the dark grey sky.
“In here.” These were the first words the overseer had said since the start of their journey, and Kin found herself being steered through a low grey doorway.
Beyond stood a tall thin woman, whose deeply kohled eyes fixed on Kin as she was compelled to approach. Kin had never seen anything so pretty as the clothes this new person was wearing, all flowing with artful pieces of skin emphasised with pretty beads that glittered. Kin knew she wasn’t allowed to touch, but gaped in amazement at the lovely sight.
“This is the one?”
Kin was used to being poked and prodded by strangers, so she stayed quiet as this woman checked her teeth, pinched her skin and flapped her lekku. Instead she focused on the wonderful scent emanating from the woman. She smelt like flowers! Most people smelt like sweat or dirt; how could a person smell like flowers?
After a hand wrapped around Kin’s chubby yellow bicep, the new lady nodded.
“She’ll do,” she said, not bothering to remove her hand from Kin’s arm. “We offer the usual price - she needs training.”
The overseer sighed curtly, but nodded.
“Agreed.” After holding  out a datapad which the new woman pressed her thumb upon, the overseer addressed Kin directly. “You’re going with her now. Behave.” With that the control to Kin’s collar was transferred to the new lady and the door closed behind the familiar woman.
Kin stared at the door for a moment, confused by the sudden change.
“Come along.” The lady pulled peremptorily, and Kin was fascinated by the long red nails against her own yellow skin.
“Where are we going?”
The grip on her arm tightened.
“Your new home. Come along now.”
“Okay.” Kin smiled, obediently turning in the direction required. This was exciting! Maybe she’d even get to wear pretty clothes like the lady in her new home - that would be great!
Kin’troxa has never been the brightest spark at the bonfire, but perhaps it was that quality which kept her alive and relatively well treated during her early life. It took her a long time to understand the darkness of her life, and even when she later became a Sith, she felt she was channeling her power more from love than from anger or fear. Even at her most fearful of the Jedi finding out about her past in the Empire, she still hoped that things would work out, somehow.
This piece has her as a little girl, before she was trained as an entertainment slave. It was originally going to be a set of paragraph long vignettes showing her optimism throughout her life, but I am nothing if not wordy and this happened.
