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As TiCira made her way about, she gave a frown as people in front of her gave way. 'Well at least this will make it easier..'

"Good day there Miss, a new off-world arrival are we?"

Abruptly a voice called out in front of her. She blinked a bit in confusion, giving a quick look over her shoulder before she realized the question was spoken to her. 'Blast… so much for not bringing attention to myself.' The young cloaked woman lowered her head in greeting. Golden eyes quickly reviewed the lower half of what was the well known uniform of the Imperial Army. 'Blast!'

It was best to be respectful and hopefully he would let her carry on. She didn't quite leave Coruscant in the best of ways…Something about Calik loosing a horn… or two.

"Good day to you Sir… I am new to the area. My absentminded path must have expressed that. I beg your pardon for any intrusion."

The response was a half truth. At the time she was enslaved she was mainly kept on the estate. So TiCira did not lie when she said she was new to THIS area. She hoped he would leave it at that…. But odds are he wouldn't.

The young Dathomiran noted the half step towards her. She was now starting to get nervous. 'Stars' End! Now what do I do?'

TiCira's head was still lowered, the only facial features evident under the grey-blue hood was the lower half of her face. She dare not raise her head to look at him straight on for her scar was a prominent facial feature; Stars' knew if Calik had placed a warrant for her arrest after her escape. He was a Devaronian with connections, and they did not part in the best of ways. Who knew who he had in his pocket? Even she knew that some of the Imperials were on his payroll.

Keeping her voice low, she gave a small hesitant smile. "No relatives that I know of Sir. My own family was displaced and I have lost contact with them. I have heard that Coruscant is a bustling planet with many off-world travelers. I thought to come here in the small chance I may find them."

The young woman's eyes quickly glanced towards the direction of the nearest exit. "Look at me Sir, taking up the time of an Officer of your caliber. Forgive my impertinence in taking up your time. A man like you is sure to have matters of importance to attend to."

With another small lowering of her head in the Officer's direction, she took a step towards the exit. "Good Day to you Sir."

TiCira's boots made a soft clipped sound on the docking bay floor as she weaved her way through the station. 'Blessed be, he didn't pry any further.'

There was certainly a large crowd at the station today, many new arrivals meeting close friends, familes, and of course enjoying the pleasure of coming home. One could not move a couple a feet without hearing the shouts and laughter of reunion. Be it basic or any of the other less common languages unique to each alien species, joy is an emotion easily recognized. It was not a sound that would be granted to her. Her own homeworld was destroyed by the Death Star III scant months after her and Aarrki were kidnapped. They have no home to return to.

Biting her lower lip, the young woman scanned the area with curious hazel eyes. She was to meet her contact near here, but with so many people bustling about, her senses were overwhelmed.

"Blast!... where is he?"

She had been informed that there would be an informant with details on a recent acquisition to inventory...a new dancer. It had taken her neigh eight years for this first solid piece of information. Eight years of searching for her sister with dead end leads, using only a memory as a reference. Even then the image remained a blur: A girl with pale ivory skin, a shimmering smile, and bright azure eyes filled with laughter. The only distinguishing mark on her was the tribe's intricate leaf design tattooed over Aarrki's left arm. It was the same design that was carelessly described by a Twi'lik merchant back in Tatooine. He had seen a woman with the design in Coruscant some months back.

'I'm getting closer. And I can't stop now... I know your alive... I can feel it!'

With an impatient sigh, TiCira glanced about the exit terminal. A young blonde hair woman dressed in fine silken robes passed her on her right, probably a high ranking individual from the entourage of body guards behind her. Several Imperial officers patrolled the area, their olive colored uniforms quickly scattering the surrounding traveler's in their path. Oddly enough, there was a shortage of children about the station. Giving a slight frown she took another step forward towards the holo map. Her contact was taking entirely too long to meet up with her. A chill passed through her body, giving birth to goose bumps that trailed down her arms as nervousness set in.

Still holding on to a slight bit of hope she tried to steady her nerves. 'Perhaps he would be in one of the docking station cantinas?'

The young Dathomiran woman had been told to meet with a Trandoshan by the name of Kssob. He had been given explicit details to meet with her today; at least which was the information given to her by the merchant dealer back on Tatooine. As she continued forward she noticed a commotion to the left, about fifty feet in front of her. Raising her gloved hand to push the hood of her cloak up slightly, she observed with curious eyes. Suddenly a small form pushed her from behind, sending the hood of her cloak completely off her head, exposing her scarred face. "Sorry.." a small high pitched voice called out. But by then it was too late.

"THERE SHE IS!!" Barked a horribly familiar voice.

Whipping her head around, she came face to face with an all too familiar but now hornless face. Not even fifty feet away was a Trandoshan standing next to a Devaronian… a million credits wagered to guess what his name was. Her past had finally come to find her, and Calik looked like he intended to gain back in spades every year that she had been away.

"STOP THAT WOMAN"

She quickly took flight, swiftly running back towards the docking station bay pushing and shoving the influx of new arrivals passing through the automatic doors.

Just her luck, a couple of them were wearing the same grey-colored cloak as her. Hoping that that would distract her pursuers she frantically scanned the rows of shuttles and ships on the docking bay. TiCira felt her heart pound a frenzied beat in her chest and her breaths were shuddered gasps as she searched for a place to hide. She will NEVER go back there. Not again.

Shouts and screams originated behind her, "NO! That's NOT her! FIND HER!"

Decision made, TiCira hastily covered her head with the hood of her cloak. She then quickly ran up the lowered ramp of the closest ship hoping to find a place to hide.

TiCira gave a silent curse as she hit another broken droid part. In her rush to hide from the devious grasp of her former owner, she picked this transport to hide in. The same transport had apparently gone through the launching procedures, for as soon as she made her way into the ship she lost her balance over the sudden lurch of the transport moving. Now she had what felt like a sharp Astromech hand digging into her back to top it off. 'Stars! That hurts!'

Suddenly she froze, the hard clank of footsteps grew louder and louder as they approached. A long pause passed as she held her breath.

A male voice broke the silence, softly muttering "Something must've hit the ship door from the out side. With my luck it scratched the paint..."

A small thump of some sort, probably something being placed on a hard surface.

Biting her lower lip, TiCira stayed silent. 'Frek…maybe it… he… Whatever won't noti'

"Ok, I see you. Come out or I'll return to the cockpit and vent the atmosphere from this room."

'Damnit!' With a sigh she slowly stood up, arms up with both gloved hands opened and faced towards the unknown male. Her face was slightly sheen in sweat, with a slight flush over her freckled nose and cheeks. She was dressed in a dark tank top of sorts, with tight black pants and knee high boots. Other than the black cuffs on her biceps and wrists the only other object seen so far was a blaster that hung low on a belt over her right hip.

"don't shoot…" she said softly.

TiCira felt her right eye twitch as she beheld another high ranking uniform that she had no interest in seeing. 'Corporate Sector Authority… Stars!… You sure know how to pick them Ti!'

"Who are you? and what in the name of space are you doing on my ship?"

Althought the young woman kept her hands raised in a form of submission, she rolled her eyes at the question. Were all CSA agents like this? It was her first time coming face to face with a member of the Institution called the Corporate Sector Authority, and the desire was strong to be quip and respond to the officer in mocking overtones. However, survival dictated that tactful words would be the best method of approach. Taking a deep breath, she let it out slowly before choosing her words wisely.

"My name is TiCira, and I was in dire need of transportation. It was a matter of life or death, and your transport was the first one in sight. Please forgive my impertinence for boarding your ship, but I truly meant no ill will towards you."

"We will give you safe passage to Etti IV."

'Thank the Stars! Someone was thinking rationally here!' However, the young Dathomiran female relaxed too early, for the words that followed felt exactly like the cold, hard, metal chains used when she was in Calik's *loving* care.

"But not as a gesture of good will. Your violation of the sovereignty of this vessel is an offense to me, and the entirety of the Corporate Sector Authority. Not only have you completely disrupted our delicate schedule, you've potentially put myself and my crew in jeopardy. You will be given safe passage as a prisoner of the Corporate Sector, and you will work off your fare as soon as we arrive on Etti IV, is that clear?"

TiCira's eyes widened, and fury quickly flashed through her golden eyes. In her anger she took a step towards the duo, slightly lowering her arms but still keeping her hands up, quickly forgetting her precarious position. "The last I checked, the Corporate Sector Authority does not enslave any sentiment species against their will. If it be payment for the transportation then I can give payment without being forced to work for your tyrannical institution."

TiCira's back made a loud thud as she hit the metal wall of the transport hard. David.. or whatever the CSA Naval Officer left in the direction that seemed to be the cockpit. His eyes met her for only a couple of seconds before the automatic doors ended the eye contact. Which was a shame.. for oddly enough, just for the briefest of seconds, there seemed to be the start of some form of mercy from that quarter. Grimacing in pain, she then raised her head to look at the woman responsible for the warm trickle she felt drip down her chin. The taste of metallic copper filled her mouth as she saw the woman fiddle around with a data pad.

"E chu ta!" The young Dathomiran woman muttered a Huttese insult as she wiped the blood off with the back of her gloved hand. Suddenly the dark haired woman threw the data pad at TiCira's feet, a smug expression plastered on her face as she waited for TiCira to read its contents.

Its contents contained and overview on the Corporate Sector's Authority legal form of servitude. 'The indentured servant…' As she read, she felt the scar over her eye twitch as the blood left her face. The freckles across the bridge of her nose became a stark contrast against the backdrop of her pale skin.

"So you see, you will not be a slave my pet.... but rather, a servant of my will until I decide your debt is worked off."

Taking in a shuddered breath she faced her new adversary head on and spoke the words she held all her hope to. "Fortunately for me, I did not sign any contract nor did I agree to any form of indentured servitude." Rising to her feet, TiCira locked her gaze with the other female. There was something different about her, something she could not place at the present time. It was a feeling of something dark… something from her past that was shrouded within the depths of her memories.

Thrusting the odd sensation away, she focused on the more precarious situation in front of her. "Without that, even your Prex would call this kidnapping… and I'm sure that even you..." her voice now dripping with sarcasm, "...lady… are subject to the full repercussions of the law."