[right][h3]T'a[/h3][/right]
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T'a was only vaguely aware of being half walked and half carried through the ship's halls, presumably towards some sort of holding area.  Her hair had stopped trying to escape her head, given how far away from the sun they were now, so at least she didn't resemble some odd kind of hedgehog from the neck upwards.   

They pushed her into an airlock, in which she fell promptly against the opposite wall. Struggling to keep her eyes open, unable to make eye contact with her captors, T'a mumbled in heavily accented Basic, the words coming out in an exotic way with emphasis on Is turning into long E sounds, and her tone thick with a heavy lilt.  "T'a. T'a Tarinai. I...I'm from Zelos. I hitch--" she coughed violently before resuming, "...hitched a ride from Ord Mantell because I ran out of money. I'm not good with people, so I didn't..." her eyes fluttered shut and she leaned her head against the cold opposite wall of the airlock.  "I didn't think to ask per...per..." she trailed off helplessly, cursing her lack of Basic vocabulary. The word was right on the tip of her tongue, but her grandmother's limited education and what T'a herself had just endured prevented her from being able to force out such a simple word.  [i]By nature's wrath grandma, why did you have to teach me only Zelosian?[/i] the well-rehearsed thought slid through her brain like melting snow. 

T'a, much to her own embarrassment, fell asleep against her own will.  The darkness behind her eyelids serving as a welcome distraction to alien interaction.  Her mind flitting from memory to memory; her grandmother's death bed, her running through the wilderness trying to distance herself as much as possible from her nearly overrun village, finding the nearest Zelosian city and gaining access to the starport.   The broken DL-18 blaster pistol lay on her hip still, the working stun baton lay on the other side on her right hip.  She remembered them both, the pistol being swindled unto her at the spaceport for a hundred credits.  The baton being salvage from one of the raids on  her village.  Little did she realize this might be the last time she'd have those two tangible memories of home, for she was in a strange place now, at the mercy of other people. 

In her delusional state, she muttered a jumbled assortment of words such as "want stars", "grandma where did you go", and "they came from the mountain".