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| - Light danced upon the white walls within the small home from the central hearth as Maggewetok and her three younger brothers listened to the story of another great hunt. Their father constantly had tales of fascination that he and her uncles experienced on the great blue that bordered their village. Animated, the orange light danced upon his dark brown skin as he spoke, accentuating the dramatic parts with wide eyes and extended hands as her mother smiled at his side. She sometimes wondered, as she had gotten older, how true some of these adventures really were. Her brothers definitely believed every word, so that was enough for their father, it seemed. "So Agbolik helped you find the large one, father," Asautsiaq inquired. Disheveled hair shook as their elder nodded. "The right offerings before a hunt always bring his favor." His forefinger cut the air between them, "Don't forget". "I won't." Her mother rose, "Alright, that's enough adventure for tonight. Get some sleep," she directed. Maggewetok always admired her mother's beauty and strength. Not all Saami women held that same sway, even though she wasn't the village's matriarch. At least a great example according to her only daughter. She pulled the large fur blanket over herself and Miki, her youngest brother and smiled at her mother as she kissed him on the forehead, then reached over and repeated that blessing on Maggewetok. "May the Qigiq take you to higher places upon his wings," she smiled and moved to the middle pair of sons. Happily, she closed her eyes and felt slumber take her. * * Out of a sound sleep, a hand nearly wrenched her from the bed as Maggewetok's hazel brown eyes widened in shock. "Come, take your brothers and cousins from here," her mother directed as she was being shoved out through the narrow entrance to their home. "Run to the hills," she continued with tears in her eyes. "Don't look back." Now fully awake, Maggewetok could hear the odd sounds coming from the western edge of the village as her father and uncles gathered, ulu's and spears in their hands. "What's going on, mother," she asked, fear growing. "Do as I say," the older woman stood and motioned to her three cousins. "Now go. RUN!" Without thinking, Maggewetok sprinted towards the neighboring qarmait built of snow blocks and covered with kauk skins to further insulate them from the cold. She pushed her brothers and cousins on to the lake's shoreline, then turned north to use the bordering hill of white to shield their escape as the continuing popping sounds echoed in the valley behind, mixed with the battle shouts from their elders and parents. "I can't run anymore," Aituserk pushed out between labored breaths. Her cousin never was strong as she glanced back to the younger boy. "Have we gone far enough?" He glanced back and she stole a look towards the village herself, now masked by the hill to see orange glows support billowing, black smoke that rose into the night sky. "Mother said to run," Asautsiaq replied and grabbed Maggewetok's sleeve and pulled. Everything in her being wanted to run back and save her parents, but she kept hearing that voice in her mind that stated otherwise. How could this be happening? It had to be a bad dream. Anana shoved her brother northward, "Come on. We have to keep going." Nearly her own age, her cousin was another strong one, but more mentally than physically. Maggewetok pushed the small group onward along the floe, then moved up the snowy banks and more inland until finding a suitable place to hide within a shallow bowl. Overseen by a black, rocky rise, the place gave them some view of the lake to their left and long valley to the distant right. "Get some rest until they come to get us," Maggewetok directed as they huddled together. 'Great Father, protect our families from whatever evil is there. Send Aguta away,' she envisioned the dark 'gatherer of the dead' gliding from the depths of the land and greedily taking the lives of those she loved. Tears streamed down darkly tanned cheeks and she felt a reassuring hug from her cousin as Anana's head rested against hers. She closed her eyes and wished for this nightmare to end. * * "Abor' ityku," someone said and laughed as Maggewetok awoke and noticed shadows lording over them all. Brown eyes rose to the hideous and armored forms. Suddenly, she jumped up and yanked her ulu from it's sheath on her belt and attacked the alien. He sidestepped her knife, grabbed her wrist and yanked. Her momentum carried her into the snow as she rolled into a heap. Cries and screams from those she was told to protect gave her body energy as she pushed herself up and went at him again. This time, he didn't bother wrestling with her, but raised his metal spear. Blue pulses erupted and hit the small female squarely. Her rage quashed in an instant as white and dark shades went to black. * * Horrid smells assaulted her nose as Maggewetok awoke to the rumbling of the dark qarmait she was now laying in. Walls of dark grey held boxes and odd shaped ribs as her mind focused. Immediately, she pushed her head up and did a head count of her family. Two brothers and three cousins... Wait. She reached over and shook awake her brother, "Nukilik, where's Asautsiaq?" He looked around, then glanced back at her as tears welled. "I don't know." "He wasn't with us when these things found us," Anana informed from her right and she glanced to her cousin. That couldn't be. "You're sure?" She nodded and Maggewetok only hoped that her brother was okay. Being the more headstrong, he probably went back home, even against their mother's wishes. "You okay?" Maggewetok nodded and glanced around to see their captors sitting on large boxes or leaning against the wall. Some were doing things with their metal spears, others slept, ate or talked in their strange language. Their eyes made her sick inside as two of these things watched her eye them. One of them smiled, his teeth yellowed and broken and she swallowed hard. "What do they want us for," Pakak asked from his mat behind her. She was afraid to answer that question. After being sold to an Imperial Senator on Ord Sabaok, Ilana, as she was now called, was sent to a military academy there in the hopes that the physically improved 'gift' to the Emperor would be acceptable. Not only did Ilana become an exceptional student, she excelled in patience and hunting techniques which gained the attention of not a few high ranking dignitaries. After her initial twelve weeks of physical and weapons training, she was sent to a secluded training facility on base to begin adding infiltration, disguise, intelligence gathering, computer skills as well as a host of other survival skills for the new assassin. Once six years of murdering the enemies of her benefactor, Ilana discovered the whereabouts of her cousin, Anana who had become a Sith Witch. Not only had her favorite relative excelled in her own training, but she had to kill her two brothers as a final exam. Ilana vowed that 'Bryana' would pay for what she had done, adding her own cousin to the list of slavers who had initially taken them from their home. That search continues. Helped by Lady Ayumi of Ruusan, Ilana and Anana were reunited - a greeting that initially erupted in a fight, but one that her cousin didn't resist. At all. Surprised and hurt, Ilana held her cousin and cried with her after all they had been through. It seemed that blood was definitely thicker than anything else. Soon, they plan to return to Belsavis and give tribute to their ancestors and allow Anana to make amends as well.Training and Abilities
Vibroknife, VibroswordSpecial Weapons:
Two Morellian Enforcer .48 Her favorite sniper rifle is a SoroSuub X45 Echani Martial Arts
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