Narciso and Hiraya Contiello were proud to share with anyone willing to listen that their only daughter was a fine and kind young woman. Gentle, graceful, warm – truly, the young half-Tiefling was akin to a saint if one were to ask her parents to describe Tala in a nutshell. She was a good girl with a heart of gold, and would never willingly hurt another soul not because she was a good Jedi but because she was a good person.
Despite her height and the intimidating horns she inherited from her mother, one could also be forgiven if they described Tala as someone who was more angelic than saintly.
And currently said angel with horns instead of a halo was being chased by a gang of ruffians, a young boy held securely in her arms as she ran as fast as her long legs could manage. Her knuckles were bruised from how hard she had launched a fist earlier to knock out one of the hoodlums.
The Padawan's hair and clothes were in a mess, but right now all she cared about was escaping from her and her precious cargo's pursuers. The crowd parted as the half-Tiefling half-yelled and -pleaded for the people to make way, crimson eyes wildly searching for any escape routes. Spotting an alley to her left, Tala turned and sped towards it, trying to ignore the shouts and jeers of those that hunted her and the boy in her arms.
Tala never thought that she would find herself in trouble on Commenor, of all places. She was supposed to be meeting with her parents, but something important had come up and they were forced to postpone the reunion at a later date. The Padawan didn't mind, knowing how the pair preferred to tackle their business hands on. This was the first time that they had cancelled their reunion with their daughter, and to be honest Tala felt bad knowing that Mom and Dad most likely regretted having to do this to her. So she assured them that they didn't need to feel sad and at the same time reminded her that their meeting would still proceed, only at a much later date.
She did not have the heart to tell them that she was on Commenor already, afraid that her parents would feel all the more bad for the postponement of their outing.
Tala was minding her own business, whiling away the hours window shopping when the first signs of trouble rang like alarm bells in the Force. She followed that curious tug, apprehension rising when it led her to a dark alley. Her apprehension morphed into concern when her fluted ears picked up the sound of muffled crying. Following the sound and the Force, the half-Tiefling stumbled upon a horrible sight. A young boy, cowering and crying as five burly and muscled men ganged up on him with accusations about the former stealing from them. Unable to stop herself from marching forward, the young woman intervened – perhaps the action thoughtless and reckless on her part, but righteous anger had overtaken the Padawan. She couldn't simply watch a kid get ganged upon, let alone beaten, by adults!
Tala remembered asking – no, demanding – if the men had proof that the boy had done what they were accusing him of. They had none, of course they had none, and before the half-Tiefling knew it her hands had already curled into fists, one rising to launch itself at the nearest thug. Granted, the punch wasn't even imbued with the Force, but Tala was a strong girl and the well-placed attack had effectively knocked the living daylights out of the much taller and bigger Zabrak. Amid the distraction she quickly scooped up the kid who clung to her, terrified, then made a run for it.
Through the crowded streets she ran, trying but failing to lose her and the child's pursuers. And as the young woman dashed into yet another alleyway, she desperately hoped for someone to come to her aid. After all, Tala did not know if she could successfully take on four, heavy set ruffians on her own.
She was, after all, a very delicate lady.
@Alhon
Despite her height and the intimidating horns she inherited from her mother, one could also be forgiven if they described Tala as someone who was more angelic than saintly.
And currently said angel with horns instead of a halo was being chased by a gang of ruffians, a young boy held securely in her arms as she ran as fast as her long legs could manage. Her knuckles were bruised from how hard she had launched a fist earlier to knock out one of the hoodlums.
The Padawan's hair and clothes were in a mess, but right now all she cared about was escaping from her and her precious cargo's pursuers. The crowd parted as the half-Tiefling half-yelled and -pleaded for the people to make way, crimson eyes wildly searching for any escape routes. Spotting an alley to her left, Tala turned and sped towards it, trying to ignore the shouts and jeers of those that hunted her and the boy in her arms.
Tala never thought that she would find herself in trouble on Commenor, of all places. She was supposed to be meeting with her parents, but something important had come up and they were forced to postpone the reunion at a later date. The Padawan didn't mind, knowing how the pair preferred to tackle their business hands on. This was the first time that they had cancelled their reunion with their daughter, and to be honest Tala felt bad knowing that Mom and Dad most likely regretted having to do this to her. So she assured them that they didn't need to feel sad and at the same time reminded her that their meeting would still proceed, only at a much later date.
She did not have the heart to tell them that she was on Commenor already, afraid that her parents would feel all the more bad for the postponement of their outing.
Tala was minding her own business, whiling away the hours window shopping when the first signs of trouble rang like alarm bells in the Force. She followed that curious tug, apprehension rising when it led her to a dark alley. Her apprehension morphed into concern when her fluted ears picked up the sound of muffled crying. Following the sound and the Force, the half-Tiefling stumbled upon a horrible sight. A young boy, cowering and crying as five burly and muscled men ganged up on him with accusations about the former stealing from them. Unable to stop herself from marching forward, the young woman intervened – perhaps the action thoughtless and reckless on her part, but righteous anger had overtaken the Padawan. She couldn't simply watch a kid get ganged upon, let alone beaten, by adults!
Tala remembered asking – no, demanding – if the men had proof that the boy had done what they were accusing him of. They had none, of course they had none, and before the half-Tiefling knew it her hands had already curled into fists, one rising to launch itself at the nearest thug. Granted, the punch wasn't even imbued with the Force, but Tala was a strong girl and the well-placed attack had effectively knocked the living daylights out of the much taller and bigger Zabrak. Amid the distraction she quickly scooped up the kid who clung to her, terrified, then made a run for it.
Through the crowded streets she ran, trying but failing to lose her and the child's pursuers. And as the young woman dashed into yet another alleyway, she desperately hoped for someone to come to her aid. After all, Tala did not know if she could successfully take on four, heavy set ruffians on her own.
She was, after all, a very delicate lady.
@Alhon
