The Price of Freedom

[Just Matt Now]

"You will, but for now you should rest. You have had a long day, and I am sure that tomorrow will feel just as long."

Assimilating into a new environment was tough for anyone, especially for someone who had been driven and brainwashed as far as Yassa had. Her new home was more free, it was more relaxed. There were rules and expectations, though there was also much more freedom than Yassa could even imagine. And it was Icarus' job to show her this freedom, and bring her into the realm of reality. Not everyone was a slave driver, and power hungry as Yassa's previous owners clearly were. Though there was also the mystery that the Kushari had caught about her refusing, even politely, to demonstrate her Force abilities, or lack thereof.

Yet all would be faced the next day. Where Yassa would become like all of Borga's other slaves, albeit more expensive and with a much higher expectation, at least after Icarus was done with her. There were thoughts of what relationship they could have. Was the slave too far gone, so ignorant to the possibility of freedom that she could not even participate in any kind of relationship other than master and slave? He hoped this wasnt true, and hoped that he could show her how to be free, how to find pleasure in more than just serving others and even more than playing her instrument.

 

[Yuki]

Yassa sees the man walk off and leaving her along with the other slaves. She tries to be very polite and timid to the other slaves. She has no idea who holds which rank among them and who possibly is her new masters favorite. After she realizes that indeed no one is coming to give her more orders she feels nervous and there is only one way she learned to deal with this in a good way. So she takes out her mandoviol and begins to play and sing after asking if this would be allowed and alright for the others in the room.

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As she is done with her practice it is finally time to sleep. At least this is what the others say and the twi'lek nods gladly then wraps up her instrument. She places her backpack and the instrument next to the bed where she lays down on the hard marble floor after washing herself in the bathroom. Yet she is not able to sleep. She rolls from one side to the other. It is odd and alien to her that no one lays in the bed next to her and also the whole place and the way she is treated is strange.
It takes an hour or two until she gives up and reaches into her backpack to pull out a chain and attaches it to her collar before she locks the other end to the post of the bed then lays down on the marble floor again and with the feeling of the safety of the chain she finally manages to fall asleep though her dreams are confusing. Confusing as the whole situation feels she ended up.