Sarkell
Zabrak
22
5’8’’
She/Her
White complexion with Black tattoos
Amber eyes
Homeworld - Dathomir
Space lane traffic is often a creature of repetitive motion. Trade routes that run back and forth across the Galaxy. Dathomir is one such place where ships may travel to - but don’t often leave.
A prison colony ruled by the Paecian Empire - an extension of the great Sith Empire - meant it was not a place often visited for pleasure. The planet was inhabited by many dangerous creatures, kept at bay by the prison’s wardens. It made for good security against would-be escapees, in a way. No prisoner with enough intact sanity would dare brave the wilds alone.
It was here; in a newly transferred prisoner’s cell that Sarkell was born. A pregnancy that had been passed over or ignored during transit. The prison was not generally equipped to handle children, though one of the wardens took pity on the newborn - and rather than leaving her to the beasts to eat - raised the child as a servant girl.
Sarkell knew little of life outside the prison. There were no other children within the colony, at least that she knew of. She was kept secluded from most of the prisoners for her “safety” as the wardens claimed. She knew she was spawned from one of the criminals in a deep cell, though remained forbidden from meeting the woman who birthed her. Though she was not given any education beyond the skills that would best serve the wardens, she was of a bright mind - having the pure instinct of survival. She learned quickly as she grew, what would anger the wardens, and where to hide in the ventilation when they did get angry.
It was in these dark places - hiding from those who both fed her and beat her - that she’d find a presence that followed her. Like an invisible hand that gripped at her shoulder. Sometimes it was freezing cold, and others blisteringly hot. It did not feel like a stranger, however. It was something that was with her, and around her. Part of the prison, part of Dathomir. It was an odd comfort - but it was hers.
It was an odd day, when a visitor arrived. Sarkell had been instructed to keep out of sight, and to not bother the wardens nor the guest. Why would someone come to the prison? She did as she was bid - though her curiosity got the better of her - and she’d made her way throughout the maze of vents to spy on the stranger. A woman robed in dark, clean robes. Sarkell had never seen someone so pristine. Even the wardens had grime caked into their uniforms. What was most odd however, was the feeling in Sarkell’s fingertips as she looked upon the stranger. Something was familiar with this woman-
Crr-ZAP
Something was expelled from her fingertips, it rattled the vent she was perched within and the grate she’d been peering through was rocketed open. She fell directly at the feet of the strange woman. The wardens surrounded her, screaming in fury and raising their batons to beat her. Yet they did not strike her. When she recovered from her winding, she looked up from the floor and found the woman staring at her from beneath her hood. There were dark veins that spidered from her eyes, and the gaze she held was cold - yet curious. The wardens were held in place, gasping for air. With the slightest shrug of the woman’s robed shoulders the wardens were released from their hold, and they clutched at their necks. The woman did not take her eyes off Sarkell, and only uttered a single decisive phrase.
“I will take this one.”