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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Sezarious" data-source="post: 6855632" data-attributes="member: 6792106">Jihahna stopped fiddling with her blaster rifle at the Gands very reasonable question.  She wished in some way that she had the time to construct a lie, but she was so washed out in that moment, she just didn't feel up to it.  Her guard currently down, she responds in honesty."Before I worked for the Cartels, I used to get bad feelings as a child that would often follow with a corresponding bad event in my life; sometimes I got good feelings too before something would happen. When my father died, killed by a greedy Twi'Lek male in an armed robbery, I was 20 miles away.  Well, I was just a kid at the time, 8 years old."Jihahna shifts her position in her seat, getting a little more comfortable.  "I was out playing in our moisture farms, happy as a child can be and then suddenly it hit me.  I was scared, no terrified for my father, then just before I passed out, my mother running out to check on me, I felt a terrible burning sensation in my left shoulder, then my stomach, then my head, the same places my father was shot.  I passed out and woke up three hours later to find my mother in tears.  She didn't tell me until much later those eerie details."She looks down at her feet this time.  "At that point I made a decision to shut my feelings away, focus on my work and really push not to let these things affect me.  I became a merc for the cartel there and with that a thug and hired killer.  It was the best i could hope to do if i wanted to eventually find my fathers killer...   I didn't just find him later on... I.... Well.  He's dead now..."Jihahna sighs in guilt and shame before continuing.  "Anyway, the thing that convinced me to leave the Cartels was this defiant old man...  He was standing in the way of this mark of mine.... A human male, turned out he was a... Moisture farmer with a family.  That's when this feeling rushed back and hit me like a frigate."She looks back up at the Gand once again, "I ran away, decided to leave the cartel, but one way or another, they didn't like me leaving, so they got a professional bounty hunter onto me.  Not their best hunter, but not their worst either.  He favoured the use of explosives and flamethrowers to kill his marks.  Well he got only half of me, hence these prosthetics, but I killed him".With one more sigh, Jihahna changes her tone of voice to a more conclusive tone.  "As it turns out though, I survived, though i was declared dead at the scene, I woke up in the morgue and who should I see but the defiant old man from before.  He ran the morgue there, so he helped create a false cadaver of me for disposal and botched the autopsy report.  Those feelings, i've always called them my GUT feelings, like instinct, have been getting stronger ever since.  Since coming to THIS planet in particular the've been uncontrollable.  I'll be glad to put it behind me to be honest".</blockquote>

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