http://swsheets.com/c/xv5cfxohi-kastala-maler<br/>(https://previews.dropbox.com/p/thumb/AAYTt1jZanZCg16zP3ScC3RCPye8yA8iiUEHsKSBDTgrqaBJqFGSljjpGpJoJ6evPXtj_aGibfeU26d0nIGSFMFL0oTDC5RpeyNI2yZH0-KFBNSyDuOuI3Z72K7itse8X-AfHnwEMx21mzrr-pqHYlul2PWDOdueLnlRMM0K3m-jVNoWy9QquM89M2NcpSJushMVi3sHdneKs23svTNSfqG_tzNq0fwZKvRE5fSwQCM5zY3CFhWjWs8K_VThVBfiRrQGtPCHVz0FHfJAYyrIHRzn_eAHuZ7iCbRJvZMnCOvFTQaSPt_58AQJP0c2hEsg9Ft6KetMiDsErM2gNUeYZqB5/p.png?size_mode=5)<br/><br/><br/>Kastala, from an early age knew only chains and the lash, the latest in generations of slaves kept and bred on the Smuggler's Moon: Nar Shaddaa, almost a kennel of sentient life kept for the whims of the Hutt Toraa, once she was deemed suitably trained the leash was relaxed a little and she settled into her existance as a servant girl, though always curious and fascinated by the tales of the spacers that came through Toraa's esteemed halls. She discovered, in her youth as well, that soft feet and careful movement were a forté of hers, successfully slipping the leash for a curious nose around the Palace, beaten savagely when caught of course, but still it did not stop her and indeed there would be rumblings of selling or disposing of her that she was not privvy to at the time. None the less, it was in these explorations that she learned of and dared to dream of a better life, whispering with her fellow slaves late at night and the scheme was laid out, none of the others had Kastala's pure talent for moving unseen so it fell to her to carry out the bulk of the work, though many of them shared tasks and late at night, while the palace slept, Kastala snuck out to sims, she taught herself to fly. The team learned of republic space where slaves were not a legal thing and to cut a long story short- the escape was a nailbiting success, a stolen freighter yanked through nigh impossible manuevers with split second timings to make a veteran pilot nervous.<br/><br/>They arrived in republic space and claimed their asylum, knowing well that the Hutts would not be far behind, though it would see that stories of the escape had travelled even faster than the lightspeed their freighter could manage and hearing of it, a Jedi Maler had sought out the freighter, offering a safe refuge for most of the children and, upon testing, and confirmed suspicions, a place in the order for the young Kastala.<br/><br/>She took to the training with gusto, being well fed and treated in her new home, learning what she was capable of as a force sensitive, she knew early what sort of Jedi she would be. She would help the others like her, she would bring low those who treated intelligent life as livestock and she would be a shield for the helpless and sure enough as she grew older, she stepped into that role comfortably. It was the day that the Hutt Toraa had finally been brought low, caught pulling slaves from around the galaxy, including those worlds inside the republic that she volunteered to become a Warden, she was adamant, she be allowed to protect the galaxy from Toraa and his like who were kept on Belsavis...<br/><br/>https://www.dropbox.com/s/84s6uzeyadfw0vv/Jedi.png?dl=0<br/>https://www.dropbox.com/s/2nljeeelc600ye6/Jedi2.png?dl=0