Ayana Yagon

I was born as a slave under Amarr control. My life until recently consisted of cleaning and gardening. I had the luck of being part of a nice Amarr family that didn't treat their slaves badly.

Until *it* happened. The head of the family was disgraced during a public execution of rebellious slaves and had to commit Shathol'Syn. All of his slaves, including me, were repossessed and put on a transport to the Amarr homeworld where we would be sold again.

My future looked grim and I was worried. For the first time in my life I knew fear...

While I was overthinking my, and my fellow slaves' future, the red lights in the cargohold where we were placed started flashing. Alarm bells started ringing. according to a franctic guard, someone in an Apocalypse class battleship was attacking the convoy. Then the doors closed, our cargohold was being ejected out of the ship. A large explosion followed.

Silence..

Then our hold started to shake, we felt we were being ta