The ship smelled of old oil and heat. Whatever Dejah did, she could not get the smell out of her nose. Very different from the daily brimstone smoke with swamp infested aromas from her home world of Dathomir. Back home, which it felt like a lifetime ago, but in reality only 20 or 30 minutes had passed and the starship that she climbed aboard had just , what did they call it? Jump to hipperspate? Once simple dots in the sky now streaked into lines building a tapestry into the black void.

Time to reflect about the past few days, weeks and months that had so dramatically changed who she was and who she will become.
Dejah never had it easy, one of the last tribes of Dathomir left in existence, the Wildfire Clan, most were wiped out from external forces, but now isolated and ignored from the larger galaxy. Dark sorcery could reined in harmony with the natural world.

Dejah was born different from the others, she was born female, but shared traits that were male in origin. This lead to a very hard life of non-acceptance from elders and peers alike both nightbrothers and nightsisters. She existed on the outside of Dathomirian culture, not ignored but not fully trusted with rights or rituals. This lead to her becoming very independent and the forced her to learn by observation to complete daily tasks, like forging /hunting and cooking to physical training and force meditation all from a distance. She witnessed shadow magic and how it played into the power /life-force that the women held, even draining the lifeforce from living beings to enhance their own physique and force power and creating the glowing green ichor called the water of life.

This pattern of behavior also lead her to spend most of her time wandering farther and farther away from her village in hopes to learn more about her world and her place in it. Nobody seemed to care that she left early and came back near night or that she sat far away from groups but close enough to hear and learn, then go off and practice the day’s lesson on her own, weather it was moving objects with her mind or feeling the world and life around her. It also seemed her tribe /clan also preferred it better that she went off on her own, less they had to deal with her. She even stopped caring about what anyone thought or about what happened to others in the tribe.

Eventually she learned to play into expectations forged by her tribe and clan mates. She would threaten those who ventured to close to her and preyed on their fears of her outside nature. If she was the outsider they village needed, then she would play into the role full force. Her tribe mates cleared the way around her and constantly moved out of her way, except for Zanth.

Zanth was a particularly large male who would challenge Dejah constantly and try to shoo her away from the village when he could. Dejah would usually stand ground and trickle in some shadow magic to hold Zanth at bay, but this option was getting harder with each encounter taking more force of will each time. Even the “visitors” in the “starship” called Con’jermin and Gravas who would come to the village every few months or so, to perform trade with the Dathomirians would eye her with caution when they were dealing with Mother Kycina.

The daytrips away would get longer and longer, but she would always come back and camp at the edge of village, s or make sure she was at attendance to any of the learning opportunities, especially the dark magic the elder witches would perform. Sometimes she would share a larger kill from the deep swamp, other times she would feast by herself in full view of the others who might have not had a full meal in days.

Then one day during one of her outings she ventured deeper into the swamp then she had ever been, following a new sound she had never heard before, a crystalline singing harmony. This day would be the first day of many where she would not go back to the village, but would stay in the swamps, following the unobtainable flashes of light and the elusive song that pulled at every fiber of her being. Being compelled by the bright and peaceful energy that the song and light had given her, something that she had not experienced much of,she travelled Many days of hard travel, uncomfortable sleeping, tracking and discovering new life and new landscapes, she eventually found the source of light and sound. A luminous being appeared before her, looking like a bright beacon on a dark world.

This being was the polar opposite of her tribe, it showed love where there was hate, it showed compassion instead of fear, it showed respect where there was none to be given , but most of all it showed acceptance, which Dejah had none. Thoris, was the preferred name that it went by , but there were many others. Days turned into weeks and weeks into months as the student followed the teacher traveling over vast lands and swamps of dathomir, learning about the universe, the force and about the inner strength it gave Dejah. For many months Thoris would teach and Dejah would soak up all she could. Thoris told Dejah stories about other beings like itself and that they have scattered themselves across the universe. Dejah could someday reach out to the stars and locate those missing and lost and re-link them to the living force and that she could search out her place in the universe.

Dejah world had changed, and changed for the better.

Without noticing the pattern of travel, one day Dejah’s and Thoris’s travel brought them to the edge of the village, where several Dathomirian boys where playing hunting games in the swamp. Dejah quickly warned Thoris that they needed to get away and fast before Thoris was seen, but Thoris did not fear, and was not going to let these creatures stop the exploration. The boys, immediately stopped and were shocked at Thoris’s brightness in the gloom. Dejah anxious and selfish immediately went into old patterns of defense and assertively approach the group of boys , threating them with guttural growls and stares that would make most predators walk away. The boys fled the area back into the village.

Dejah became afraid and pleaded with Thoris to move away from the village back into the deep swamp. She did not know what the elders would do, and did not want to share her new friend with the others after she had been treated so badly . Thoris scolded Dejah for letting her fear and selfishness ward off the boys in the swamp. For penance, Dejah needed to sit on a rock for a few days and meditate upon what she did. Dejah angrily argued that she was just protecting Thoris, but Thoris would have nothing of it. Thoris did not need protection. Begrudgingly Dejah followed Thoris’s instructions and started to pay her penance.

Dejah sitting on a rock, feeling the living force around her, concentrating, thinking about the trees , roots, rocks, and creatures surrounding her…and .. the villagers, her tribe, … her tribe… She tried to block out thinking about the boys and her tribe, the Elders wont believe them.. right? Yes.. I think.. ? No sure… hmm maybe if I just …spy on them for a bit.. just to make sure… then I will feel much better and be able to meditate. Dejah then decided to spy on the village to make sure that Thoris was safe or as safe as can be. Dejah watched for a very long time, staying unnoticed in the treetops, until she noticed a large gathering of the tribe near the center of the village, Dejah slipped out of the tree and into the village to listen to the discussion. The boys were front and center of the group being questioned by the elders. The only reason that they were being paid attention to is that they had described Dejah in full accurate detail. This was the key piece of information that led a truth to the little ones story. Mother Kycina gathered all the nightsisters to perform shadow magic and prove this strange creatures existence (Thoris).

Dejah knew she could not stop the ritual or the gathering, so she slipped into Mother Kycina’s hut and quickly grabbed a vile containing the water of life, a black cloak laid over an old and swollen rack. As she was about to leave to go to warn Thoris , Dejah spied an old beat up sword with runes scrawled across it. She remembered seeing Mother Kycina use it in rituals when she was a child, since Dejah had no weapon to defend herself, she decided at the last minute to grab the scabbard and sword and swung it onto her back. Just as she was leaving there was more commotion in the village, the male warriors lead by Zanth grabbed several weapons followed by several nightsisters and Mother Kycina. Zanth looked different as if he had grown a few feet and developed a mass of muscles. In fact most of the males looked more powerful than Dejah remembered. Mother Kycina had with her the tools needed to perform the shadow magic spells to extract the life-force from living creatures.

Dejah felt a shock of realization come across her. Not only were they going to hunt down Thoris, but they were going to strip the force and kill him. Nothing mattered now, must protect Thoris , and she ran.. ran as fast as she could out of the village to go and find Thoris. Thoris and Dejah had a connection, one that she new exactly where to find Thoris. Dejah ran and stopped urging Thoris to run and flee back into the deep swamp. Pleading and describing the horrible things that Mother Kycina , Zanth and the rest of the tribe would do to her. Thoris told Dejah to be calm and trust her feelings in the force and not to fear, the force would protect her. Dejah broke down and started to cry pleading. Thoris scolder her and said “ this is not the way” . The brush parted as the Dathomirian tribe emerged. 100 strong including males females and Mother Kycina. Dejah stood to confront her tribe and stated “ this is not the way” drew the ancient sword from her back and created a stance between the tribe and Thoris. This was a loosing battle and she knew it. Thoris remained where she was and did not retreat. Mother Kycina, started the ritual with a number of nightsisters, Zanth and several of the very large males poised weapons and nets to subdue Thoris. Zanth strides up to Dejah and easly pushes her to the ground while Dejah takes a chaotic swing with the sword. “Out of the way you larva hide”, Zanth states as he steps over her on his march to Thoris. Several of the other males pin Dejah down. The other males manage to bind and net Thoris and drag her over to Mother Kycina. The ritual has started, Thoris keeps composure and does not resist. Dejah screams to stop, as the living lifeforce starts to enter a large flash from Thoris at the command of Mother Kycina, Dejah manages to get an arm free, because of the slipperiness of the mud that is caked on her. Grabs the vial of the water of life and consumes it.

Rage fills Dejah to the core. She immediately knocks the males off of her with a force shockwave and grabs the sword and heads towards Mother Kycina. The sword bursts into a glowing green fury of flame. Dejah lifts the sword into the air, ready to come down with a powerful killing blow, and strikes Thoris with full force. Thoris explodes with a fury of light knocking everyone one from their feet and upending trees for miles around. Then all is quiet.

Dejah regains her footing, noticing that all the Dathomirians are stirring but not quite up yet. Dejah finds the mud caked sword and heads deep into the murky swamp out of sight before the others stir. She feels cold and in shock. Her muscles won’t move but she is willing them to move and go until she cannot go any more.

For weeks on end Dejah has been huddled in a cave , not moving , not traveling, not sensing, not feeling, sustaining on bug and critters that happen to crawl into her range, laying in wait to wither and die. She considers going back to the village, but would rather die here alone than by life draining, Mother Kycina and the others would have no satisfaction. She which she knows her fate if she went back. What now?

A small singing creature appears before her, and sings to her, compelling her to crawl out of the cave. The song sounds familiar but she has lost the ability to remember it. Bones crack and muscles ache from the enormous stress imposed on them. The light kills her eyes and she can see a bright silhouette blurred but it cant be.. Thoris? A few blinks and a rise to her feet and the apparition is gone, replace by a bright yellow small creature glowing in the misty fog. She has never see this creature before on Dathomir, but that’s not surprising, she witnessed several new living creatures on Dathomir since her time with Thoris. The small creature hops away and starts to sing a crystalline song, This snaps Dejah back into a reality. Dirty, wet and sore, she wraps herself with the stolen cloak and slowly follows the little hopping creature through the swamp. It feels like a dream, there is no way Thoris could have survived, but the song and the creature. After a long hike through the swamp, once again, she is on the edge of the village. Why did you bring me here, to complete my fate, to be drained and die. So be it. Accepting her fate for choice, she boldly strides into the village, just to be knocked over by a passerby and forced to the ground. Looking up she sees not one of her tribe, but one of the merchants who had visited her village so many times in the past. He greets her and apologizes, offers a hand to help her up. Dejah accepts the offer and realizes there is something in the pocket of the robes that she stole. She reaches down and pulls out several small rectangle bars with etchings and a large round symbol on them. “ oh the merchant says, you have imperial credits..” are you looking to purchase some items, I have several special items on board and you look like you have enough to buy one or two special items for yourself. Dejah looks at the credits that she pulled out of the pocket, looks at the merchant and event looks for the small critter that lead her here, the creature and song were gone, Dejah looks sternly at the Merchant. “ What I want is to leave this place and never come back”.

20 minutes feels like a lifetime ago. 20 minutes and the world has changed already. 20 minutes and “BEEP…BEEP>> BEEP… “ Gravas the Bith merchant proclaims” the proximity alarm is going off, we are being knocked out of hyperspace”. The ship shutters and the lines in the viewport shorten and become still dots again. A huge triangle ship looms nearby, as do several other smaller ships. Gravas and his partner start to frantically yell into the coms calling out codes into the microphone, names and other nonsensical words. Con’jermin ( Merchant Shivistian) : “I told you not to deal with those Bothans…. They looked really shady” The com sputters to life, This is IPV Maximus, prepare to be boarded and searched, if you do not comply you will be destroyed.”

The next few weeks for Dejah are the hardest, but overall she has accepted her fate, a penance of sorts, drugged, tortured and questions with no answers. She lost her touch to the world, can’s sense or see anything, can’t feel or move. She concentrates on three things during her imprisonment to focus and not go insane or give up. She manages to draw insects into her prison just close enough to eat grabs theme with dark magic and feed on them. This is to prevent herself from starving. She meditates as best she can, listening to the others who have been kept here, picking up words and phrases and learning as much as she can about the outerverse (beyond Dathomir) and she concentrates on Thoris. She tries to reach out and feel or connect to her or the force, to feel beyond the four walls, but the dizziness and nausea prevents this and loneliness engulfs her.

I am no longer Dejah, nightsister of the Wildfire clan, but Dejah Thoris.

Ambition - enlightenment or discovery
or
faith - cosmic force

Emotional Strength - independence
Emotional Weakness - coldness


Morality 50 -has done good and bad - see backstory - later

conflict 2

Dejah is a genetic abnormality she was born an nightsister on Dathomir, but instead of sharing the female skin traits of fair skin and no horns , she shares the male traits of red skin and horns, This has put her socially on the fringe of Dathomirian society. It has a benefit, that she has learned from both males and females and can share in the different aspects of culture, but has a detriment when it comes to getting close to others or ability to share in the more social aspects. She has black straight hair and black tatoos across her body and face as the normal ritual.