After the battle of the Temple ended Viik barely managed to escape with her life. Soon finding herself in the underworld of Coruscant, the young scared and wounded young woman wandered for days before eventually finding herself someone who claimed to be a friend to the Jedi, to the Republic. He promised to take care of her, bring her into his home, cauterized her open wounds, bandaged what he could and bathed her. Though what she wasn't prepared for was the sudden sting of a needle injecting into her neck, the sudden woozy feeling that followed. The last thing she remembered that night was the sly smile that she saw on his face, and the feeling of betrayal she felt in her heart.
She would wake under the baking sands of a foreign place something heavy wrapped around her throat She wouldn't have known better but she soon would find out for she had been captured by slavers, and was currently waking up in one of their training camps. The next years of her life was filled with pain, suffering and instructions on how to be a proper servant. She would eventually get her replacement hand when she 'earned' it and soon after found herself on the bidding floor when she finally came of age to be valuable.
Since then, she had changed many hands from place, to place. Offering up depravities and pleasures to her 'masters' Though never forgetting who she was supposed to be. Soon coming to realize how cruel of a place the Galaxy was, the Collar around her neck inhibiting her connection to the force. A rare commodity that a Jedi was soon learned that it was safer to hide her ability after watching the jedi getting gunned down at the Temple, and many times afterward by the new Empire. Sure her masters knew about who she used to be, but keeping that a secret meant that they had a prize more valuable then gold, a dead breed.
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The war to her, was a very small portion of her life, She never saw a battle droid, she never saved any lives. As the war broke out, Viik had just turned sixteen just about ready to be assigned to a master when the worst day of her life happened, Order 66, When Order sixty six was cast, Viik had no idea what was coming, the screams and the sounds of blaster fire rang through her coned ears, She tried to usher the young lings she could into the air vents, but an explosion got between her, and them, watching as they were all vaporized by a thermal detonator. the blast took Viiks right forearm and pittled her with scars, She lay in complete agony feeling the flames licking at her skin watching as the clones that she thought were on her side, moved in. She hated to admit it, but she felt fear, she was so very afraid, strangely enough though it was that fear that kept her alive, it worked perfectly as a motivator, her escape path still open Viik vanished into the vents crawling her way through to safety.
She was found by a loyal Jedi supporter, someone who wished to keep himself on good terms with the Jedi felt pity on the unconscious Twi'lek on the streets, so much so that he brought her back to health, paid to get her a replacement for the arm that probably still haunts the halls in Corucant. Once she was back at full health, she would respectfully leave the man that saved her, never asking for names, but she knew, that if she was with him, she was a danger to his very existence, so, with her lightsaber hidden away, Viik vanished into the smoke, as she had so expertly done many times before.
Viik's realities:
After the Fall of the Jedi Temple and Viik's eventual salvation, Viik would find herself desiring to lay low. Suppressing her force ability wanted nothing to do with the greater conflict, after some time she would wind up on a backwater world running Crop dusters. For a number of years this was good work, and she felt at peace even with the painful reminders of her past haunting her. Though that was never going to be her life, every time she thought she found freedom the Empire would come and leave grim reminders of what she experienced, and when they finally came to the planet upon which she was hiding brought forth that which she had thought in her past.
The village burned, and the smell of death rampant thinking that it was all going to finally come to an end as the Empire was closing on her, the troopers aiming to gun her down. when a brilliant flash of light and the licking heat of an explosion sent her tumbling back into some crates, fighting through the ringing in her ear cones Viik watched the shape of military fighters soar overhead, a blue patterned A shaped fighter swooping back up into the air vanishing in the clouds.
It took some time for Viik to realize what had happened, A Rebel squadron of A-wing fighters flew through having heard the distress calls, and it was their valiant effort, their fighting skill that saved her life. It took her months to find a Rebel cell, willing enough to let her join, and a few months more before she was given the opportunity to fight, and like that pilot that saved her life climbed into the cockpit of an A-wing set to attack Imperial targets.
