Shai slid down against the wall sat with her feet flat and her forearms resting on her slightly separated knees. Her mind wandered where it often did in lulls; to dark thoughts. The bridge of the ship unfolded in front of her, but it wasn't the [i]The Phoenix's[/i] bridge. It was her old ship's command bridge. She could feel explosions rock the superstructure as a voice blared over the intercom, "Boarding craft have hit the ship! Repeat, boarding craft have hit the ship!" Shai sat meditating in her command chair, lightsaber concealed within her robes. The din of battle could be heard outside the blast doors of the bridge. Blasterfire screamed as it was redirected into the hull of the ship. Shouts and the hum of lightsabers were nearing but Shai made no moves. The blue blades of the Jedi cut through the blast door and carved a neat hole in the plating. The Jedi emerged from the smouldering doorway, robes singed from blaster bolts, blades extended-- 

Shai was jarred out of her memory by the Wookiee's barks and growls. She blinked and looked over at the large furred creature, who was diligently powderising something with a mortar and pestle. The silver collar around the Wookiee's neck began translating the native tongue into Basic. "What is your name, small one?" the collar dutifully repeated, "What do they call you? I am Liak'ykam."

"Shai." the Twi'lek answered, as neutrally as possible. Best not to show any weakness to anyone, even to those who appear friendly. That lesson was painfully burned into her memory. Acolytes at the Academy were not fed for several meals and then beaten if they showed any sign of hunger. When they were finally fed they had to eat slowly, or else more punishment awaited. Her train of thought interrupted again, Shai looked over at the Captain and the Trandoshan, who were currently discussing something about the ship. However, what caught her attention was the other voice, one not belonging to anyone she had heard before. The curtain to an as-of-yet unknown part of the ship flung open to reveal another Twi'lek, this one roughly the same colour but much taller than Shai. She was introduced as Woo'rah Sha, escort of some type. 

She also happened to be staring directly at Shai. 

"Short." Woo'rah remarked, bemused.

"Tch." Shai reciprocated with a hint of annoyance. 

Apparently this ship was full of smug people. The old Shai Rivelia would have loved nothing more than to teach the Dug and this Woo'rah some humility. But unfortunately the old Shai was not the one present on this ship. She had perished along with the Jedi in high orbit above a moon. The Shai left over-- this Exile-- swallowed her pride and turned back to staring off at the wall in thought.