Star Wars: Light & Dark Rising

2. Retribution

Inside one of the ships heading to Zygerria sat Darth Deifiur. She sat in the back, where there are no windows or lights. She used a mind trick on the Zygerrian pilot to force him to let her aboard and get her ride. She has been to the planet before, over half a decade ago. When she was there last her, one of her friends, and her Jedi master were captured and sold briefly into slavery. Some of the worst torture she has ever experienced.

The person in charge of her capture was the queen of Zygerria, who was killed the day Deifiur was broken out of the prison of slavery. Ever since the queen's demise, Zygerria has been a mess. Atai Molec was put in charge after her due to his position as her advisor, because she had no offspring or alive relatives. For the past few years he's been trying to get Zygerria back on steady feet again. It may seem on the outside like Zygerria's fine, but Deifiur knew well that in the inside it was not.

The ship rumbles and she stands. Her look also hasn't changed all that much, except for looking more mature for she was now twenty-four, being slightly taller, and that she placed her old blue lightsaber on the back-hip part of her belt. She kept her armor and robes as well. Another two were placed in the front. The door makes a creak as the smallest bit of sunlight shines through the ship's door, which was going downwards to function as a ramp now instead.

The sun shines onto her and she begins to step off. She was wearing her robes over her armour, lightsabers, and every other thing that would draw attention. She steps down the ramp and looks out at the planet before her. She could see the walls of the city with people and creatures passing in and out of the gates and slightly above the walls she could see the top of the palace. A part of her wanted to go back inside the ship and leave, some of her worst memories root from this place. But no, she's here for a reason, and will not leave through cowardice, especially considering nothing has happened yet.

The planet was full of slavers, slavers that need to know what they did to her, for she is not going to let herself be just another being they enslaved. Even if she was a Jedi when it happened and was held at higher importance. She must let them know why you shouldn't try to do anything against her. At least if you care about your life.

She walks forward and past Zygerrians mostly, but there were a few humans and other species around. Many Twi'leks walked beside them, with collars, probably shock collars, around their necks. Deifiur wasn't all that surprised. Twi'leks were always that one species that seemed to be enslaved. Particurally the females, because they were usually distinguished as one of the most attractive species. Or at least males have decided that. Deifiur didn't understand it, but most likely because she didn't care.

The gate doors were wide open as people pass through. She passes by the Zygerrians escorting their slaves to the hangar bay and walks into the main city. The ground was dirt as small, dirty markets were along the streets and in front of buildings. Many more slavers and slaves stood around as some of the Zygerrian guard surveyed it all. Now to find the biggest group of them...

She walks past many of them, earning herself some curious glances. But she ignores it all. That isn't the attention she needs right now. She turns by a corner, not really knowing where she's going, but it didn't matter. She walks towards a group of Zygerrians. She doesn't question whether they are slave or slaver, because what Zygerrian would be a slave? Especially if they're in such big numbers. They seemed like they were part of the guard, but they held drinks in their hands. Off duty.

She's a few meters away from them when they notice her. They whisper amongst themeselves, keeping their eyes sharply on her. She looks at them back. When they are hardly a meter apart one of them finally says something.

"Who are you? We've never seen someone of your... attire visit us before." He says, "Are you part of the Empire?" He asks, and she shakes her head. He chuckles, "Good, because they tend to look for a fight, those white troopers."