Post by The Conman on Nov 12, 2014 20:24:00 GMT -5
Name: Lyra Msura
Species: Twi’lek
Faction: N/A
Rank: Refuge
Age: 22
Height: 1.73m
Weight: 56kg
Languages: Basic, small amount of Huttese.
Appearance:
Standing 5’6 and possessing a curvaceous 32DDD-26-39* figure, Lyra is what you’d typically think of when somebody says “Twi’lek”. As such, she’s got the race’s trademark lekku, hers finishing up by her lower back. As if to add to this girl’s already great looks, she’s a dark shade of purple, and has bright blue eyes. She has a finely featured face, more oval than round, with full lips and bright, violet eyes, with high cheekbones and a well defined jawline and somewhat pointed chin.
Typically, when she’s not at work, Lyra wears a simple linen shirt with no arms, a low cut neckline and a pair of simple linen shorts. On her feet, she’s got a pair of flipflops and the typical leather Twi’lek “cap” on her head. At work, the woman wears a bright orange set of coveralls, steel toed boots and a an Imperial helmet with an open face.
Faceclaim: Sofia Vergara
Personality:
Lyra’s an odd person, living in an odd situation, from an odd background. The place to start with the woman is her opportunistic nature. Having grown up in a refugee camp, looking for opportunities to get better things, be it for herself or her family, has always been at the top of Lyra’s list. She’s not particularly choosy about them, either. As a child, she took every opportunity to learn about machinery so she and her family, and by proxy the camp, could live better.
That’s not to say her opportunity seeking nature stops there, however. Lyra is well aware of what she looks like, and has no issue using her curves and good looks to get ahead. In general, she’s typically out for herself at this point in her life, not wanting the same life as her parents who work in the caf fields. To this end, she’s fairly morally fluid. Lyra, basically, can justify her actions ( working for the imperials while feeding intel to the resistance…) to herself because she isn’t working in a caf field.
With friends Lyra tends to do what she can. Sharing her space with the resident Togruta, Rinaasta, for instance, even though she’s got very little of it. Lyra’s take on friendships is that you share what you need to, and only that. If she needs to share space with Rin to get a friend and food, then so be it, nothing more.
Lyra also doesn’t do anything out of charity. It could be said that she doesn’t believe in the notion, having grown up in a refugee camp and seeing first hand what real “charity” looks like, the woman’s cynical, at best, regarding it. If she does something for you, expect to have the debt called in at some point, cause she’ll never forget. Not to be malicious, however, just that the only reliable currency in her world is favours.
Regarding relationships, Lyra doesn’t see the point if she can’t get something out of it. Money, food, stuff, whatever. At this point in her life, the woman hasn’t really had exposure to a steady mate nor somebody who can provide support and give her a stable environment. She doesn’t understand the concept. To her, she trades sex for things, if the guy she’s with is enjoyable company it’s a nice bonus.
History:
Despite being born 3 years prior to the outbreak of the Clone Wars, Lyra’s memory of that time of her life, as with most, is sparse. She’s got bits and pieces, the Jedi Temple burning on the news, her parents suddenly very worried about the future. She’d, till then, lived on a farm on Dantooine, her family being one of 4 that lived and worked a farm owned by a human. Over the centuries, the Human family had managed to accumulate 10,000 acres of land, which they employed other families to work, getting to keep and sell some of the harvest themselves as payment.
It was in this environment, not wanting for anything, surrounded by hard working, down to earth, honest people, that Lyra spent her formative years. The house she grew up in was modest, being a typical farm home it’d been added on to over the centuries it’d stood on the Human’s property, and despite it’s prefab nature, had a distinctly organic feel to it’s expansion. As more space was needed, rooms or sections...sometimes even floors would be added on at whatever budget they could afford at the time. The building was a homely, eclectic, collection of family heirlooms, old, comfortable furniture, and good people.
Now, the Msura’s weren’t rich, not by any stretch of the imagination. With the Trade Federation’s price fixing, and the fact that the Republic’s influence was next to nil, they weren’t rolling in the credits. Despite that fact, the masterful handling of their finances, and the lack of property taxes ( Dantooine had no central government, and land plots were handled by a local council ), they lead a comfortable existence. There was always food on the table, the fridge was always full, though they didn’t always have enough to cover unforeseen expenses, the fact they had such a good relationship with the extra hands helped a lot.
Overall, Lyra’s early life wasn’t difficult, she was homeschooled by her mother, Galla, and helped her father, Ordun, whenever he needed it. She was an only child, her parents having tried for years and finally getting lucky with her. The Purple Twi’lek was an anomaly, however, her mother being a light shade of green and her father tan, without a doctor’s confirmation, it would be logical to assume the post man had some involvement in her conception.
Even though the Clone Wars ( Briefly ) came to the planet, the fighting was on the other side of the planet from Lyra’s equatorial farm. It was a blip. A tense one, but a blip. Life very quickly went back to normal after the Republic had taken temporary control of the Colony. The Republics control, however, would not be idyllic. Due to the situation, and the fact that Dantooine was a large producer of food ( nearly 90% of it’s exports went directly to the Republic. ), the planet was pressed hard to produce more and faster to feed the ever marching war machine. Meanwhile, due to shortages of fuel, supplies, spare parts, and manpower, they were forced to make due with considerably less. By the end of the war, it didn’t matter how many credits you had, it was simply impossible to buy certain things unless you had connections.
By the time the Jedi Temple burned, and Palpatine declared himself Emperor, they were flat broke. With the end of the war, they expected things to finally start getting better. That, however, was a misguided assumption. The Empire immediately imposed itself on Dantooine, dissolving the council that had handled the distribution of land and started carving the planet up as they saw fit, expelling the majority of non human inhabitants and slicing their property up into smaller farms, to be given to human families who’d lost their property during the war. Initially, it was small scale, with the sparsely populated, non-tropical regions being divvied up. Nobody really batted an eye, with the end of the war, and regular Imperial freight runs, the planet was recovering as well as could be expected. By the end of the year, however, things had taken a turn for the worse.
The Empire changed the employment and “Fair Trade” laws, permitting land owners to pay non-human workers roughly ⅓ of what they’d been paid under the Republic. The land owners only responsibility was to provide them with housing. The 66% reduction in pay was bad, but what was worse was that the Imperials turned a blind eye to any non-humans who went to them to protest about non-payment. They simply ignored them.
According to the new Laws, Non-Humans would be eligible for a “relocation benefit”. It basically worked out to just enough credits to get off Dantooine and go “somewhere else”. This, however, had to be signed off on by the owner of the property, as simply leaving would be “abandonment of their post”. It was a complicated situation, and Lyra’s father simply refused to work, telling the farmer to either pay him, evict him, or sign the paperwork.
About a year after the end of the Clone Wars, the Farmer still unwilling to sign the paperwork, and unable to get her father to work, the Imperials evicted them from their home. They did it quite politely, asking them to come with them and simply putting them in a speeder. They went to the spaceport, and dropped them off, giving them relocation “coupons” to get off world.
At the spaceport they spent the night, sleeping on the chairs in the departure area, while Lyra’s father searched for jobs. Over the course of the evening, the man managed to find a lead on a job on Garqi, as a laborer in the Caf fields. The pay was meager ( pennies ), but the job would employ both her parents and guaranteed a home. Due to his experience as an owner of a farm, Ordun managed to get employed before they’d left the spaceport.
Lyra’s memory of the short, 36 hour hop on the freighter was spotty. She remembered the terrible food, and seeing the planet she’d known as home vanish into a sea of black. The stressed look on her parents faces and the hushed whispers they conversed in the entire time they were in transit. She remembered how cold it was, even in the heated space ship, for the girl. How cramped it was, being cooped up on a liner for a day and a half, to a 9 year old, might as well be years. Lyra also remembered, later on in life, how it was nearly exclusively non-humans, from Agamar and Dantooine, being “exported” to Garqi as Refugee laborers.
Garqi was somewhat like Dantooine, just warmer, with longer days, the environment perfectly suited to growing the Galaxy’s favourite psychoactive drug, Caf. Lyra adapted to the humid, warm environment fairly quickly, her Twi’lek physiology giving her a distinct advantage when it came to dealing with the sun and heat the planet was known for. Her parents, as well, benefitting from their lineage, surviving the hard work with surprising ease. Not that it was easy to work the Caf fields on Garqi, but they were having a far less hard time than most.
Their living conditions weren’t really any better, the family literally being given a shipping container to outfit as their living space in the refugee camp that sprung up outside of the capital city. The imperials calling them “adequate housing”, most of the camp is built out of the things, nobody being able to afford anything better since most Caf fields pay a mere 2 credits per hour, the jobs in the city ( like the Caf Roastery Lyra’s mother worked at ) paying far less, 1 cred per hour being fairly normal. The extreme low wages were justified by the Imperials and local businesses because they fed the Refugees, and “Maintained” the camp, in theory providing running water and electricity.
In reality, the reality that Lyra grew up with, they did neither. She recalled the night being lit by candles or torches, and her water being boiled before being passed through a home built, hacked together filter before drinking, more often than not. The Rations issued by the Imperials were, quite often, old military rations, well past their expiry. Due to this, every bit of available soil was cultivated, the roofs of the “houses” were covered in the fertile Garqi soil and farmed. The resulting produce, while not enough to sustain a family on it’s own, when supplemented with the rations, provided the population with more than enough to eat.
It was in this environment, with people helping eachother, despite being in the worst of times, that the second phase of Lyra’s life began. As she grew, past her 10th birthday, the girl started going to the meager excuse for a school they had in the camp. An old Nautolan taught anybody upto the age of 16, those older expected to go work in the Caf fields to help out. The education was...well, it wasn’t great. Lyra could already read and write, and the math she learned was basic but useful later on.
What Lyra learned that was most useful, however, was that she had an aptitude for fixing things. Since she’d tinker with just about anything on the farm, and given the utter lack of any technology, she was free to do so in the camp to her hearts content. Due to this, and the glut of “junk” tech they were saddled with, Lyra soon found her place, even at the age of 11, as the Camp’s “producer of things”. Initially the girl started out with water filters, assembling them from whatever she could find.
As time soldiered on, little changed in the camp. People came and went, for sure, but the situation was the same. Her parents worked 12 hours a day in the caf fields, in exchange for a place to sleep, food, and survival supplies ( sometimes ). Lyra, due to the shortage of everything, got creative. At the age of 14 she built a loom to help her Nautolan friend’s mother make homespun garments.
Also at the age of 14, Lyra stopped attending the school in the camp. Partially because she had little to no interest, the intelligent girl being well ahead of her peers in many areas. Instead of going to classes, Lyra, who was still too young to work, decided to make life better if at all possible. As such, she devoted herself full time to repurposing the junk she had access too. From water filters to electrical generators, lights to fans, Lyra managed to get it all working, over the next few years she became a very popular person, with a “miracle worker” reputation.
Lyra’s relationship with her parents was also still very good, if somewhat sparse. When they returned from working, they were generally exhausted, and after eating and showering, really only wanted to go to sleep. As such, Lyra spent a lot of her time outside of the camp, with her friends in the Jungle. It was on one of these expeditions that Lyra met Toduc.
Toduc had heard of Lyra, how good she was with her hands and the girl’s natural affinity for technology and engineering. He sat down with her, and asked her how much she hated the empire, if she remembered a time before it, which, of course, she did. The man, then asked Lyra to build him a bomb. Nothing huge, just something big enough to disable a speeder.
Lyra was happy to oblige, and provided him with one made out of a few bits and pieces she’d had lying around. That marked the start of Lyra’s involvement with what would become the Rebellion. When Lyra joined it, the group was just in it’s primordial stages, a series of resistance cells springing up independently across the Empire on their own. No leadership, no real structure or even realization that there were others, though that’d come with time.
Though the Imperials on Garqi were good enough to the Refugees, Lyra and her family, and most of the denizens of the Camp, realized they wouldn't be there if it wasn’t for the Empire forcing them out of their own homes and off their land. It didn’t matter how good the Imperials treated them, or how low-key the occupation of Garqi was, there was still a simmering hatred that ran through the camp. Every now and then all of them, both the Imperials and the Refugees would be reminded of that when an Imperial officer would be attacked or killed in the Camp. Or a Refugee beaten and/or killed for no real reason. Females, particularly attractive ones, had a habit of simply disappearing from time to time.
By the time Lyra turned 18, she’d started working, without the knowledge of her family, at the local Imperial outpost. On the surface, she was there helping to repair their speeders and swoops, jobs deemed too menial for the flight crews to work on, but still necessary. In reality Lyra was there to get intel for the Resistance. What sort of ships they had, how many people worked there, how well trained/armed they were. What sort of ground craft they had, as well as sabotage. The reason she kept it from her parents and friends was simple, the less they knew, the better it was for everybody. She even went so far as to wear her “refugee” clothes to the base, and change into her work gear there.
Initially, for the first year, Toduc told her to keep a low profile. Do her job and do it well, keep her ears and eyes open, but not to do anything that’d reveal her true intentions. They didn’t want to spoil their luck by having Lyra get found out before they could use her to her full advantage. There were numerous times where the twi’lek woman had to bite her tongue, or stay her hand, the imperials saying what they wanted about her and grabbing whatever looked interesting. Being groped was a daily occurrence, and one that she never got used too. Being a purple, pretty, Twi’lek on a hangar deck full of white humans made her stand out.
Since she stood out, she got the brunt of the deck officers disgust with non-humans, the man typically calling her “purple” or “Hutt-Bait”. Over the course of the first year, however, the man came to realize that Lyra was very talented. As much as he ribbed on her, the Officer did realize that she could be put on higher priority, time sensitive jobs, and get them done and correct.
Over the course of the next few years, Lyra reliably fed intel to the Resistance. A variety of smaller equipment started getting blown up from time to time. She heard the first whispers of “resistance” that year from the Imperials, but things hadn't gotten bad enough to make them actually lash out yet. The resistance had mainly hit food and supply convoys, stealing not weapons, but food and power generators, toilet paper, things most people didn't have and that the imperials wouldn't “share”.
About a year or so later, Lyra bumped into her now good friend Rinaasta, the “Togruta queen of the jungle” she calls her. Rin wound up on Garqi because the airline she was flying with went out of business and stopped flying to Shili. Garqi was her final stopover, and she got stuck, with no money and a totally useless ticket. Lyra decided to help her out, and the pair have been friends ever since.
Over the next few years, Lyra’s information ( and occasional sticky fingers ) allowed the resistance to effecitvely evade the Imperial patrols, vanishing into the woods or simply disappearing before the Imperials could figure out where they were. They still didn’t suspect Lyra was involved at all. The irony of it all wasn’t lost on Lyra, and it wasn’t uncommon to see the same hovertruck come back two or three times, all because of her friends handiwork.
Which, brings us to present day. Lyra is still, unknown to her family, working at the Imperial base as a resistance spy. She’s living in the Camp, in her own “house” (repurposed shipping container ) that she shares with Rinaasta whenever the Togruta comes over to eat, or simply get out of the rain.
Misc Crap:
* Measurements are from Sofia Vergara. Yes, she's a 32F.
Species: Twi’lek
Faction: N/A
Rank: Refuge
Age: 22
Height: 1.73m
Weight: 56kg
Languages: Basic, small amount of Huttese.
Appearance:
Standing 5’6 and possessing a curvaceous 32DDD-26-39* figure, Lyra is what you’d typically think of when somebody says “Twi’lek”. As such, she’s got the race’s trademark lekku, hers finishing up by her lower back. As if to add to this girl’s already great looks, she’s a dark shade of purple, and has bright blue eyes. She has a finely featured face, more oval than round, with full lips and bright, violet eyes, with high cheekbones and a well defined jawline and somewhat pointed chin.
Typically, when she’s not at work, Lyra wears a simple linen shirt with no arms, a low cut neckline and a pair of simple linen shorts. On her feet, she’s got a pair of flipflops and the typical leather Twi’lek “cap” on her head. At work, the woman wears a bright orange set of coveralls, steel toed boots and a an Imperial helmet with an open face.
Faceclaim: Sofia Vergara
Personality:
Lyra’s an odd person, living in an odd situation, from an odd background. The place to start with the woman is her opportunistic nature. Having grown up in a refugee camp, looking for opportunities to get better things, be it for herself or her family, has always been at the top of Lyra’s list. She’s not particularly choosy about them, either. As a child, she took every opportunity to learn about machinery so she and her family, and by proxy the camp, could live better.
That’s not to say her opportunity seeking nature stops there, however. Lyra is well aware of what she looks like, and has no issue using her curves and good looks to get ahead. In general, she’s typically out for herself at this point in her life, not wanting the same life as her parents who work in the caf fields. To this end, she’s fairly morally fluid. Lyra, basically, can justify her actions ( working for the imperials while feeding intel to the resistance…) to herself because she isn’t working in a caf field.
With friends Lyra tends to do what she can. Sharing her space with the resident Togruta, Rinaasta, for instance, even though she’s got very little of it. Lyra’s take on friendships is that you share what you need to, and only that. If she needs to share space with Rin to get a friend and food, then so be it, nothing more.
Lyra also doesn’t do anything out of charity. It could be said that she doesn’t believe in the notion, having grown up in a refugee camp and seeing first hand what real “charity” looks like, the woman’s cynical, at best, regarding it. If she does something for you, expect to have the debt called in at some point, cause she’ll never forget. Not to be malicious, however, just that the only reliable currency in her world is favours.
Regarding relationships, Lyra doesn’t see the point if she can’t get something out of it. Money, food, stuff, whatever. At this point in her life, the woman hasn’t really had exposure to a steady mate nor somebody who can provide support and give her a stable environment. She doesn’t understand the concept. To her, she trades sex for things, if the guy she’s with is enjoyable company it’s a nice bonus.
History:
Despite being born 3 years prior to the outbreak of the Clone Wars, Lyra’s memory of that time of her life, as with most, is sparse. She’s got bits and pieces, the Jedi Temple burning on the news, her parents suddenly very worried about the future. She’d, till then, lived on a farm on Dantooine, her family being one of 4 that lived and worked a farm owned by a human. Over the centuries, the Human family had managed to accumulate 10,000 acres of land, which they employed other families to work, getting to keep and sell some of the harvest themselves as payment.
It was in this environment, not wanting for anything, surrounded by hard working, down to earth, honest people, that Lyra spent her formative years. The house she grew up in was modest, being a typical farm home it’d been added on to over the centuries it’d stood on the Human’s property, and despite it’s prefab nature, had a distinctly organic feel to it’s expansion. As more space was needed, rooms or sections...sometimes even floors would be added on at whatever budget they could afford at the time. The building was a homely, eclectic, collection of family heirlooms, old, comfortable furniture, and good people.
Now, the Msura’s weren’t rich, not by any stretch of the imagination. With the Trade Federation’s price fixing, and the fact that the Republic’s influence was next to nil, they weren’t rolling in the credits. Despite that fact, the masterful handling of their finances, and the lack of property taxes ( Dantooine had no central government, and land plots were handled by a local council ), they lead a comfortable existence. There was always food on the table, the fridge was always full, though they didn’t always have enough to cover unforeseen expenses, the fact they had such a good relationship with the extra hands helped a lot.
Overall, Lyra’s early life wasn’t difficult, she was homeschooled by her mother, Galla, and helped her father, Ordun, whenever he needed it. She was an only child, her parents having tried for years and finally getting lucky with her. The Purple Twi’lek was an anomaly, however, her mother being a light shade of green and her father tan, without a doctor’s confirmation, it would be logical to assume the post man had some involvement in her conception.
Even though the Clone Wars ( Briefly ) came to the planet, the fighting was on the other side of the planet from Lyra’s equatorial farm. It was a blip. A tense one, but a blip. Life very quickly went back to normal after the Republic had taken temporary control of the Colony. The Republics control, however, would not be idyllic. Due to the situation, and the fact that Dantooine was a large producer of food ( nearly 90% of it’s exports went directly to the Republic. ), the planet was pressed hard to produce more and faster to feed the ever marching war machine. Meanwhile, due to shortages of fuel, supplies, spare parts, and manpower, they were forced to make due with considerably less. By the end of the war, it didn’t matter how many credits you had, it was simply impossible to buy certain things unless you had connections.
By the time the Jedi Temple burned, and Palpatine declared himself Emperor, they were flat broke. With the end of the war, they expected things to finally start getting better. That, however, was a misguided assumption. The Empire immediately imposed itself on Dantooine, dissolving the council that had handled the distribution of land and started carving the planet up as they saw fit, expelling the majority of non human inhabitants and slicing their property up into smaller farms, to be given to human families who’d lost their property during the war. Initially, it was small scale, with the sparsely populated, non-tropical regions being divvied up. Nobody really batted an eye, with the end of the war, and regular Imperial freight runs, the planet was recovering as well as could be expected. By the end of the year, however, things had taken a turn for the worse.
The Empire changed the employment and “Fair Trade” laws, permitting land owners to pay non-human workers roughly ⅓ of what they’d been paid under the Republic. The land owners only responsibility was to provide them with housing. The 66% reduction in pay was bad, but what was worse was that the Imperials turned a blind eye to any non-humans who went to them to protest about non-payment. They simply ignored them.
According to the new Laws, Non-Humans would be eligible for a “relocation benefit”. It basically worked out to just enough credits to get off Dantooine and go “somewhere else”. This, however, had to be signed off on by the owner of the property, as simply leaving would be “abandonment of their post”. It was a complicated situation, and Lyra’s father simply refused to work, telling the farmer to either pay him, evict him, or sign the paperwork.
About a year after the end of the Clone Wars, the Farmer still unwilling to sign the paperwork, and unable to get her father to work, the Imperials evicted them from their home. They did it quite politely, asking them to come with them and simply putting them in a speeder. They went to the spaceport, and dropped them off, giving them relocation “coupons” to get off world.
At the spaceport they spent the night, sleeping on the chairs in the departure area, while Lyra’s father searched for jobs. Over the course of the evening, the man managed to find a lead on a job on Garqi, as a laborer in the Caf fields. The pay was meager ( pennies ), but the job would employ both her parents and guaranteed a home. Due to his experience as an owner of a farm, Ordun managed to get employed before they’d left the spaceport.
Lyra’s memory of the short, 36 hour hop on the freighter was spotty. She remembered the terrible food, and seeing the planet she’d known as home vanish into a sea of black. The stressed look on her parents faces and the hushed whispers they conversed in the entire time they were in transit. She remembered how cold it was, even in the heated space ship, for the girl. How cramped it was, being cooped up on a liner for a day and a half, to a 9 year old, might as well be years. Lyra also remembered, later on in life, how it was nearly exclusively non-humans, from Agamar and Dantooine, being “exported” to Garqi as Refugee laborers.
Garqi was somewhat like Dantooine, just warmer, with longer days, the environment perfectly suited to growing the Galaxy’s favourite psychoactive drug, Caf. Lyra adapted to the humid, warm environment fairly quickly, her Twi’lek physiology giving her a distinct advantage when it came to dealing with the sun and heat the planet was known for. Her parents, as well, benefitting from their lineage, surviving the hard work with surprising ease. Not that it was easy to work the Caf fields on Garqi, but they were having a far less hard time than most.
Their living conditions weren’t really any better, the family literally being given a shipping container to outfit as their living space in the refugee camp that sprung up outside of the capital city. The imperials calling them “adequate housing”, most of the camp is built out of the things, nobody being able to afford anything better since most Caf fields pay a mere 2 credits per hour, the jobs in the city ( like the Caf Roastery Lyra’s mother worked at ) paying far less, 1 cred per hour being fairly normal. The extreme low wages were justified by the Imperials and local businesses because they fed the Refugees, and “Maintained” the camp, in theory providing running water and electricity.
In reality, the reality that Lyra grew up with, they did neither. She recalled the night being lit by candles or torches, and her water being boiled before being passed through a home built, hacked together filter before drinking, more often than not. The Rations issued by the Imperials were, quite often, old military rations, well past their expiry. Due to this, every bit of available soil was cultivated, the roofs of the “houses” were covered in the fertile Garqi soil and farmed. The resulting produce, while not enough to sustain a family on it’s own, when supplemented with the rations, provided the population with more than enough to eat.
It was in this environment, with people helping eachother, despite being in the worst of times, that the second phase of Lyra’s life began. As she grew, past her 10th birthday, the girl started going to the meager excuse for a school they had in the camp. An old Nautolan taught anybody upto the age of 16, those older expected to go work in the Caf fields to help out. The education was...well, it wasn’t great. Lyra could already read and write, and the math she learned was basic but useful later on.
What Lyra learned that was most useful, however, was that she had an aptitude for fixing things. Since she’d tinker with just about anything on the farm, and given the utter lack of any technology, she was free to do so in the camp to her hearts content. Due to this, and the glut of “junk” tech they were saddled with, Lyra soon found her place, even at the age of 11, as the Camp’s “producer of things”. Initially the girl started out with water filters, assembling them from whatever she could find.
As time soldiered on, little changed in the camp. People came and went, for sure, but the situation was the same. Her parents worked 12 hours a day in the caf fields, in exchange for a place to sleep, food, and survival supplies ( sometimes ). Lyra, due to the shortage of everything, got creative. At the age of 14 she built a loom to help her Nautolan friend’s mother make homespun garments.
Also at the age of 14, Lyra stopped attending the school in the camp. Partially because she had little to no interest, the intelligent girl being well ahead of her peers in many areas. Instead of going to classes, Lyra, who was still too young to work, decided to make life better if at all possible. As such, she devoted herself full time to repurposing the junk she had access too. From water filters to electrical generators, lights to fans, Lyra managed to get it all working, over the next few years she became a very popular person, with a “miracle worker” reputation.
Lyra’s relationship with her parents was also still very good, if somewhat sparse. When they returned from working, they were generally exhausted, and after eating and showering, really only wanted to go to sleep. As such, Lyra spent a lot of her time outside of the camp, with her friends in the Jungle. It was on one of these expeditions that Lyra met Toduc.
Toduc had heard of Lyra, how good she was with her hands and the girl’s natural affinity for technology and engineering. He sat down with her, and asked her how much she hated the empire, if she remembered a time before it, which, of course, she did. The man, then asked Lyra to build him a bomb. Nothing huge, just something big enough to disable a speeder.
Lyra was happy to oblige, and provided him with one made out of a few bits and pieces she’d had lying around. That marked the start of Lyra’s involvement with what would become the Rebellion. When Lyra joined it, the group was just in it’s primordial stages, a series of resistance cells springing up independently across the Empire on their own. No leadership, no real structure or even realization that there were others, though that’d come with time.
Though the Imperials on Garqi were good enough to the Refugees, Lyra and her family, and most of the denizens of the Camp, realized they wouldn't be there if it wasn’t for the Empire forcing them out of their own homes and off their land. It didn’t matter how good the Imperials treated them, or how low-key the occupation of Garqi was, there was still a simmering hatred that ran through the camp. Every now and then all of them, both the Imperials and the Refugees would be reminded of that when an Imperial officer would be attacked or killed in the Camp. Or a Refugee beaten and/or killed for no real reason. Females, particularly attractive ones, had a habit of simply disappearing from time to time.
By the time Lyra turned 18, she’d started working, without the knowledge of her family, at the local Imperial outpost. On the surface, she was there helping to repair their speeders and swoops, jobs deemed too menial for the flight crews to work on, but still necessary. In reality Lyra was there to get intel for the Resistance. What sort of ships they had, how many people worked there, how well trained/armed they were. What sort of ground craft they had, as well as sabotage. The reason she kept it from her parents and friends was simple, the less they knew, the better it was for everybody. She even went so far as to wear her “refugee” clothes to the base, and change into her work gear there.
Initially, for the first year, Toduc told her to keep a low profile. Do her job and do it well, keep her ears and eyes open, but not to do anything that’d reveal her true intentions. They didn’t want to spoil their luck by having Lyra get found out before they could use her to her full advantage. There were numerous times where the twi’lek woman had to bite her tongue, or stay her hand, the imperials saying what they wanted about her and grabbing whatever looked interesting. Being groped was a daily occurrence, and one that she never got used too. Being a purple, pretty, Twi’lek on a hangar deck full of white humans made her stand out.
Since she stood out, she got the brunt of the deck officers disgust with non-humans, the man typically calling her “purple” or “Hutt-Bait”. Over the course of the first year, however, the man came to realize that Lyra was very talented. As much as he ribbed on her, the Officer did realize that she could be put on higher priority, time sensitive jobs, and get them done and correct.
Over the course of the next few years, Lyra reliably fed intel to the Resistance. A variety of smaller equipment started getting blown up from time to time. She heard the first whispers of “resistance” that year from the Imperials, but things hadn't gotten bad enough to make them actually lash out yet. The resistance had mainly hit food and supply convoys, stealing not weapons, but food and power generators, toilet paper, things most people didn't have and that the imperials wouldn't “share”.
About a year or so later, Lyra bumped into her now good friend Rinaasta, the “Togruta queen of the jungle” she calls her. Rin wound up on Garqi because the airline she was flying with went out of business and stopped flying to Shili. Garqi was her final stopover, and she got stuck, with no money and a totally useless ticket. Lyra decided to help her out, and the pair have been friends ever since.
Over the next few years, Lyra’s information ( and occasional sticky fingers ) allowed the resistance to effecitvely evade the Imperial patrols, vanishing into the woods or simply disappearing before the Imperials could figure out where they were. They still didn’t suspect Lyra was involved at all. The irony of it all wasn’t lost on Lyra, and it wasn’t uncommon to see the same hovertruck come back two or three times, all because of her friends handiwork.
Which, brings us to present day. Lyra is still, unknown to her family, working at the Imperial base as a resistance spy. She’s living in the Camp, in her own “house” (repurposed shipping container ) that she shares with Rinaasta whenever the Togruta comes over to eat, or simply get out of the rain.
Misc Crap:
* Measurements are from Sofia Vergara. Yes, she's a 32F.
