Title: The Journal of Ral'tha'ran Author: windu4 Timeframe: 14 ABY Character: Raltharan Genre: Diary Challenge Summary: In 14 ABY the Jedi Academy accepted a whole host of students from different backgrounds and experiences. One of these was a former slave and criminal named Raltharan, who was assigned to train under Corran Horn. This is his story. ---- My parents sold me into slavery when I was seven years old. I can’t really blame them. They were heavily indebted to the Black Sun even before I was born and that debt increased every year for seven years after they had me. One day my mom kissed me on the forehead and told me that she would always love me. Then two men who smelled like spoiled gutkurr dung grabbed me and threw me on a freighter cramped with my brothers and sisters my age. We were shipped off to Nal Hutta and the slavers ended up selling me to Rotta The Hutt, a crimelore fatter than his father who ruled the spice trade in the Inner Rim. I didn’t exactly get off to a good start. I still remember the impression I made upon Rotta. As soon as we entered the chamber Rotta looked over us with his clouded amber eyes and let out a dark chortle before twitching his tale. That had to be some sort of signal because almost immediately his men began to drag all the girls away. I remember a girl who used to be in my clan...her name was Moshi. She just started screaming my name and for some reason I thought I could make a difference. I remember it was an older Twi’Lek who was grabbing her and I just didn’t understand why he was doing this to his own people. I just jumped at him and ended up biting him on the ankle...he screamed before he kicked me off and for the next few minutes all I knew was pain. All Rotta did was laugh and when he was done he stared down at me and rumbled that I might have some promise. Then I was dragged away with the other boys and put to work in the lower levels of his mansion. For the next five years all I did was separate glitterstim spice and crystals from the hardened minerals and rocks that were imported to us from Kessel. It was grueling work and it wasn’t unusual for someone to lose a finger or a lekku in the process. Yet I was a hard worker and for some reason I managed to avoid injury. When I was thirteen years old they noticed that I had somehow escaped my work unscathed and figured that I might have some potential. That’s when I became one of Rotta’s thugs. They trained me how to shoot a blaster, how to ride a swoop bike and how to threaten other people. Then they doped me up on so many deathsticks that I stopped caring that I was a slave and I started kicking doors in. Somehow I managed to retain some shred of loyalty to my fellow slaves and tried to help them anyway I could. I learned how to skim creds just like the rest of the loan sharks without Rotta and his accountants noticing. I used what little money I could to help out my people. I made sure that Rotta’s whores were getting medicines and clean needles so they wouldn’t rot away with disease. I found a doctor who could give the younger children prosthetic lekkus and fingers if they lost them sorting through the minerals. I made sure that as many people didn’t have to suffer as much as Moshi and I did when we were children. Then one day it all changed. Now I have a choice. There’s a chance I can free the slaves that Rotta is responsible for torturing for so long. All I have to do is follow my instincts and trust that things will work out...whatever that means.