[h3][right]Raven Trespass - T'a[/right][/h3][hr]

T'a shook her head slowly, not quite believing the seeming genuineness of the man's words.  She thought she sensed sarcasm mere moments before, but now that was gone. Replaced by what though?  Acceptance? Surely not so soon. That was impossible. Part of T'a really didn't want to feel indebted to these people. That same part of her wanted her to go back to the authorities on Ord Mantell, turn her in, and face the consequences.  She had disrupted the natural balance of these peoples' lives with her very presence and choices.  Her grandmother would indubitably be rolling over in her grave if she could. 

As Boqorro removed the last of her belongings, namely the leather toolbelt she had scavenged from her grandmother's basement over the years, she looked down at him and asked the question.  "E...what about the port authorities here on Nar Shaddaa? Who ees in charge?  E deed come all the way across the galaxy to discover me potential. Maybe eet ees really justice to see if E can survive on harsh planet weethout help? What you are doing does not seem fair for you. I do not deserve eet."  

[i]What in the sap are you doing?[/i] she screamed at herself mentally. [i]They're letting you off easy! Why are you sabotaging yourself? Stupid stupid stupid! Shut your vinehole![/i]  Yet the words were out there and she could not take them back.  "Why take a chance on a total stranger?" she finished, kicking herself. Curiosity killed the carnations, her grandmother always used to quote. Still, it was one of those burning questions that she just had to ask, for better or worse.  She had come this far with no regrets, might as well keep it going. Images of cleaning deck tiles with a toothbrush warred in her mind with wandering the streets of Nar Shaddaa a free woman. Was her fear really that petty? It's not like her grandmother never worked T'a a day in her life. She worked T'a to the bone most days, picking garden vegetables, weeding said garden, maintaining their singular moisture vaporator, and countless other odd jobs of the family cottage. What was so different about a starship's odd jobs?  Maybe it was the fact that it wasn't HER very own starship.  That pipe dream seemed to be getting progressively further and further away as she sat there helplessly tethered to a needle in her arm as the last of her worldly possessions disappeared from her sight. T'a wondered if she would ever see them again.