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[ Most of her life had been spent living under Galra rule. They'd invaded her home world when she was still just a child, bringing the planet under heel through force and technology. Her parents had been among the first to fall, though not before sending her brother away for his protection. Her elder sister had inherited the throne after their deaths, and life as Tamaran once knew it came to an end in short order.
Exotic, deadly, tropical jungle was soon tamed and colonized, Galra structures dotting the landscape of the once savagely beautiful planet. The royal palace that had been her home no longer recognizable with the additions of Galra tech, spires rising from parts of the structure, and flags of the empire being flown where once there was no such heraldry.
The worst blow came, however, shortly after Koriand'r came of age. For the sake of their people, Komand'r had insisted, she had no choice. She had been presented with the ultimatum, her sister or her people. Koriand'r had fallen for the deception easily, and was taken into the custody of the Galra in short order.
Since her enslavement to the Galra she'd been forced to do many things. It largely consisted of fighting on their behalf, but never as an equal or even a soldier. She was treated as a weapon, to be deployed as they saw fit and stored away when not in use. She was never granted the freedom of roaming the ship on which she spent her days when out of combat, nor was she granted any level of respect for her service or skill. Once, the former princess thought that to be the greatest insult she was asked to endure, but she'd never protested such treatment, believing her cooperation to be essential to the survival of her people. She might have continued that life until her dying day, had the Galra not finally asked her to cross a line that she refused to cross.
Planet Atania was a harrowing experience, start to finish, but what stood out as the worst part of the whole ordeal was when the soldiers and sentries had turned their attention on the villagers. Their military forces had already been defeated, and the Galra had set about setting up base as they always did. When villagers were caught stealing supplies, however... she'd been ordered to track down the culprits and deal with them- under strict supervision, as always. Upon finding the thieves she'd been horrified to learn they were mere children, and yet the commanding officer accompanying her still demanded "justice", that they make an example of them for stealing from the empire. "Stealing", he'd said, as though the food they'd stolen hadn't been rightfully theirs to begin with.
There was no choice to be made. Koriand'r had done what she'd done, and the only regret that she had was knowing there was little that she could do to protect the village. In one last ditch effort to shield them she'd returned to the Galra base camp and wrought as much destruction and havoc as she could, to give them somewhere else to focus their anger, and a grand show she'd made of it, too, lest they think it had been anyone else's idea. Afterwards she'd fled in the opposite direction with the hope that they'd give chase, and they did not disappoint. Battered, bruised, and wounded, she'd been forced to take shelter on one of the planet's many moons knowing that it was just a matter of time before they tracked her down.
With Galra ship activity on the defensive anyone with a brain would keep their distance and give the area a wide berth. Neither help nor helpful distraction would not be coming, she's sure, wittingly or not. ]
[ Most of her life had been spent living under Galra rule. They'd invaded her home world when she was still just a child, bringing the planet under heel through force and technology. Her parents had been among the first to fall, though not before sending her brother away for his protection. Her elder sister had inherited the throne after their deaths, and life as Tamaran once knew it came to an end in short order.
Exotic, deadly, tropical jungle was soon tamed and colonized, Galra structures dotting the landscape of the once savagely beautiful planet. The royal palace that had been her home no longer recognizable with the additions of Galra tech, spires rising from parts of the structure, and flags of the empire being flown where once there was no such heraldry.
The worst blow came, however, shortly after Koriand'r came of age. For the sake of their people, Komand'r had insisted, she had no choice. She had been presented with the ultimatum, her sister or her people. Koriand'r had fallen for the deception easily, and was taken into the custody of the Galra in short order.
Since her enslavement to the Galra she'd been forced to do many things. It largely consisted of fighting on their behalf, but never as an equal or even a soldier. She was treated as a weapon, to be deployed as they saw fit and stored away when not in use. She was never granted the freedom of roaming the ship on which she spent her days when out of combat, nor was she granted any level of respect for her service or skill. Once, the former princess thought that to be the greatest insult she was asked to endure, but she'd never protested such treatment, believing her cooperation to be essential to the survival of her people. She might have continued that life until her dying day, had the Galra not finally asked her to cross a line that she refused to cross.
Planet Atania was a harrowing experience, start to finish, but what stood out as the worst part of the whole ordeal was when the soldiers and sentries had turned their attention on the villagers. Their military forces had already been defeated, and the Galra had set about setting up base as they always did. When villagers were caught stealing supplies, however... she'd been ordered to track down the culprits and deal with them- under strict supervision, as always. Upon finding the thieves she'd been horrified to learn they were mere children, and yet the commanding officer accompanying her still demanded "justice", that they make an example of them for stealing from the empire. "Stealing", he'd said, as though the food they'd stolen hadn't been rightfully theirs to begin with.
There was no choice to be made. Koriand'r had done what she'd done, and the only regret that she had was knowing there was little that she could do to protect the village. In one last ditch effort to shield them she'd returned to the Galra base camp and wrought as much destruction and havoc as she could, to give them somewhere else to focus their anger, and a grand show she'd made of it, too, lest they think it had been anyone else's idea. Afterwards she'd fled in the opposite direction with the hope that they'd give chase, and they did not disappoint. Battered, bruised, and wounded, she'd been forced to take shelter on one of the planet's many moons knowing that it was just a matter of time before they tracked her down.
With Galra ship activity on the defensive anyone with a brain would keep their distance and give the area a wide berth. Neither help nor helpful distraction would not be coming, she's sure, wittingly or not. ]
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Date: 2019-01-02 02:50 am (UTC)And now it is his turn to return her show of trust. For a moment she isn't sure that he will, but once he does there comes a modicum of relief. She clasps his arm in turn, mindful not to grip too hard, but firmly all the same, nodding once in answer. It's time to go. ]
Then you have my thanks. Let us leave, quickly.
[ Thank X'hal that the communication device they had forced onto her still functioned. It had been damaged in the fighting and it's difficult to imagine how this might have gone had it stopped working before he found her, or during their discussion. If it holds out just a while longer she'll be grateful. ]