Tatooine

A body that had once been filled with such harmonious life now lay sprawled in a tumultuous heap, ensnared by heavy rock solid chain and cuff. The unconscious entity had been through a great deal of travesty, long before this ineluctable destiny had come upon her. Yet something else even bigger than this was coming and would open her eyes to so much more than Amalia could have ever possibly imagined.

Tatooine: A year ago...

The idea that she could cut off all physical ties seemed very approachable to the former Jedi Master that had come to adapt to isolating herself, shrouding herself until not a living soul should accept her worldly existence. Vigorous amounts of study had captivated Amalia into seeking out the culture of the B'omarr Order. A group that believed in cutting off all ties to physical feeling in hopes that it would gain them enlightenment. For Amalia, she had no real act of spark for desire to seek such a culture religiously, but she did have the will to see it all first hand, up close and personal.

She had been walking through the scorching desert of Tatooine when a stranger had stopped her, his voice beckoning to her with serious command.

"You! Come!"

Her back was turned to him and so she had to do an abrupt turn on her heel to face him, but a part of her wished that her almond shaped brown eyes had never settled onto him. He was tall and skinny and walked with a pointed stick. His clothes didn't seem directly fitting, given the sweltering plastered hot sun. The man's eyes were covered by some sort of set of goggles, preventing Amalia from looking into them as she brought up her left hand to tint her eyes away from the blast of the sun. It didn't really seem to help her much, though the strange looking bright shiny gold medallion perched around his neck was the first thing she noted about him. The second thing, his hat, which looked more like a witch's hat. It looked quite heavy for one of its size, and it left Amalia half curious to wonder just how he was able to carry it around on his head like that.

"Excuse me??"

He extended the staff that was in his right hand up, and pointed it at her.

"You come," he repeated, as if he expected her to follow his instruction to the core.

"You heal," he elaborated, which in turn left Amalia open and vulnerable to oblige by helping.

"Alright, lead the way."

She assumed him one of the monks from the order, for he spoke very little, as Amalia had read that they didn't. The lack of speech was a very important part of their training which they sought to embrace on a regular basis. They believed that the silence would help bring them closer and closer to enlightenment.

Following him on foot for what felt like a half hour or more, the pair finally came upon a labyrinth of sorts, but it didn't look like anything the former Jedi had read about.

"You will heal him."

At first the force wielder could not distinguish just who the monk was speaking of, at least, not until her eyes began to slowly comb the ground. It was too dark to see inside and not even the sharp rays of the sun could see to illuminate anything for her. Still, she spotted a young boy at long last, but he was badly wounded. He looked to be no more older than eight or nine, with light brown hair, though he wasn't dressed much like the man that was trying to save him.

Even in the darkness, she could see that his fragile frame was not inhaling and exhaling as it should, but she took the next needed step by reaching up with her hand to seek any sign of life by checking for vital signs at his neck. She found none.

She looked up at the monk, eyes sympathetic and soft.

"I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do. He's already g-"

Then the lights went out as the tall figure loomed over her and sent his heavy staff sinking sharply to the back of Amalia's skull where hours later she awoke in hell.

Tatooine: Present time...

A raspy voice weak from malnourishment groaned both anxiously and pathetically while almond shaped brown eyes scattered as if in a fit of an outrageous seizure, a body convulsing in counter time.

The last thing she heard before going under again was someone else's foot falls, but she was void of hope to think that they were of good premise.

Ishara pushed over a dusty old showcase which shattered once it hit the solid stone floor of the former club. Gordo's Cantinas had once been used by Ishara when she was a gun for hire and now they were no more than empty and abandoned buildings left from her time among the Nightsisters.

Kicking away the glass, Ishara traced out the hidden doorway which was hidden behind the showcase that once stood there. Her fingers finally found the access button which clicked as she pushed down on it. The door then pulled back and slid upwards, revealing the hidden rooms behind it. She crawled iver the broken glass and made her way into the back hallways and down to her old office. Sitting in the chair, and long out of power, was the mechanical Gordo himself which once looked over the place. Ishara walked behind it and prssed a small panel on its neck which made the back open up and a small computer access panel slid out as it powered up. Fortunately the computer was the one thing that had a battery backup of its own.

Ishara connected a datapad to the terminal and began to download all the information directly to her ship. It ran through thousands of files and deleted them once they were successfully sent. As the file transfer commenced, Ishara walked over to a key pad and entered her old access code. The door slid open to reveal one of her old arms rooms. Ishara activated her wrist band which summoned in two automated cardo platforms from her ship which she bagan to load with the crates int he room.

As she had just loaded the last crate, Ishara glanced over to the terminal and caught sight of a file she had long forgotten. The B'omarr Order which was located her on Tatooine. They were well known for their adept healing abilities which never interested Ishara before, but recent events had made her take one now. Ishara walked over to a mirror and studied herself, staring at the new features upon her face. The idea of having her face cosmetically repaired to look as it once did had entered her mind. In the next room was a vault which she was about to empty next where she held much of the wealth she made on several of her jobs. Perhaps with the proper financial offer, the monks could help her?

Ishara pulled herself from the mirror and walked voer to the vault door. She entered the proper code and the thick door slowly opened. She then began to load the crates onto the hovering platforms and placed the last one just as the file download completed. Ishara disconnected the data pad then pulled out her blaster and destroyed the terminal within the old droid.

Later...

Ishara secured the last of her new cargo into the various bays of her ship before she sat down and began accessing maps of Tatooine. It was tiem to search for these monks and present her offer to them in the hopes they could attempt to help her.