<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/0c/91/5c/0c915c2e48f93b6954956c6d650741b2.jpg)</div>Name: Neesarozul (https://swsheets.com/c/uxee8qbvn-neesarozul)<br/>Location: Wrapped in chains<br/>Time: Sometime after capture<br/>Tagging: Everyone<br/>Destiny: 2 Dark 2 Light<br/><hr/><br/>Something familiar at least.  A guilty thought pressed into her mind when the slaver made his comments about her being a “green piece of ass.”  She could almost feel herself falling back into the old habits and motions.  Subjugation did that after so many years of knowing nothing different.  Perhaps if she had been a different person or this a different time she might have truly fallen for the sentiment.  Instead the guilty thought was meet with betrayed revulsion that she would once more service another for nothing more than scraps.  Neesa had tasted freedom, no matter how brief or bittersweet.  To control her own destiny, to give her body for what she deemed worthy was something she would not quickly give up.<br/><br/>Words made their way through and Neesa looked up to the speaker.  Lekku danced at her side with a reflexive attempt to communicate before she could silence them.  Her frail seeming body dared to press against the bonds before she submitted to their superiority.  Not as if she had hoped to break apart the restraints with her bare hands.  The game she played was far more subtle and delicate.  Slowly she let her teeth sink into her lower lip before looking at the others gathered.  She had been the one with they had said owned the light saber.  Hope blossomed in her heart enough that she voiced her own opinion of the situation.<br/><br/>“I fear they will soon have our Trandoshan fellow and myself to be that distraction if we don’t figure out these restraints.  Are you a Jedi?”<br/><br/>