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Within the destroyed land she called home, full of chaos and never ending battles, she knew that she was meant for something more. There were no longer schools on her home planet of Naboo, however spending time with her mother as she delivered messages to and from the main sides of their planet at war she picked up a few things. She learned English fluently, when to speak it and when speaking it would get her throat slit. Her mother also taught her how to talk her way out of things, and to sound like she knew what was going even when she did not. She learned how to shoot a blaster by pestering her father while he worked on various weapons of the sort, he also taught her how to fix some of those weapons and even the vehicles that were brought for him to fix. She was always happy to learn never caring what about, and the weapons that her father fixed she hoped to know how to use one day. Except for one, the light saber.
She had never worked on or even held one, let alone seen one up close. However, her father had gotten one in a shipment of weapons and other various items to fix, it had all it’s parts but was busted and out of all the Fixers on Naboo her father was the only one who had even seen a saber before. Her father worked for months and months, always hesitant to let her or her mother anywhere near the room that contained it. The day he fixed it she was watching through a crack in the door like she had been doing since the day it had been shipped, there was a sudden, sharp hissing noise and light sprung from the object in a way she had never seen before. The light was red, bloody red and she could feel the heat coming off of it even through the door across the room. She felt fear looking at it, feeling it, a gut instinct telling her that nothing of such a color, such an uncomfortable presence, could ever be good.
Later that night, after letting the customer know that the saber was fixed her father was taken. They broke in through the front door in the middle of the night, there was banging, screaming, yelling. All she could do was hide under her blanket, shaking, crying, trying to stifle sobs so that she could stay alive. When all the noises stopped she still did not leave her poor, childish hiding spot, to terrified to move until the cold, icy moon, Tasia had set and light started to pour in through the cracks in the ceiling. When she ventured out, parrinoid, she found the front door destroyed, the carrange appeared to have been wrecked by a Booma. The main room was covered in spare parts of various pieces of technology, shipping papers, and torn up frenature, if the noises had not clued her in before she knew now that there had been a great struggle. There was no blood, no sign of her father at all, and as she cleaned up the disaster she found that the saber was missing.
Her mother was due back to the house in three days, she was used to being alone but knowing that her father was gone, possibly for good; made her feel more empty than she ever had before. She waited for three nights and two days, she cried and cried for all of them; she did not sleep either. On the third day, her mother did not return as she was supposed to, so she planned to wait a further week. On the third day past her mother missing and sixth of her father being taken some Gungan squatters walked in through the missing door and decided that her home was now theirs, she took what she could but only made it out with some clothes and a picture of her family before they forced her out.
She spent the next twelve years of her life on the streets of Naboo, moving from different friends of her parents until there was no one else that could take her in. After her parents friends became unreliable she moved between the borders of her once beautiful planet and fixed weapons and vehicles for food, clothes, and sometimes even shelter. She made connections with both Humans and Gungan alike, however also made enemies. Though she spent most of her street life moving around she preferred to stay in the Mundal territory on the eastern side of Naboo, it was a smaller territory but they rarely had fights.
She found she was safe there… For the most part.