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Born and raised during the last days of the Galactic Republic. Siren's talents earned her a position as Matron of the Arts for the Royal Family. After the fall of the Republic and the rise of the Empire, Siren watched as Entertainer's freedoms were curtailed one by one. One night, a fellow dancer and good friend was seized near the Cantina and she was never seen again. Siren decided then it was time to leave, she fled. Hiding aboard transports and bribing captains with the promise of intimate acts she made her way to the outer rim. There with her last few credits she managed to bribe her way into a room and she went about finding the closest cantina. It was a hovel of the worst kind, the floor was sticky and the people obnoxious. She found the entire thought of performing here offensive, but her tummy was hungry and she knew she had no options left. In the back room she struggled against the wash of tears trying to overcome her, put on her costume and reluctantly made her way to the dance floor.
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Some months later, she had been somewhat successful. Her belly was full, but her heart was empty. She did her job, trying to stave off the unsolicited advances of men who kept trying to grab at her with their grimy mitts. It was during a particularly dark line of thought that the door opened and in walked a cloaked figure. She was lit from behind and moved with fluidity uncommon to this area. As the woman lowered her hood, her full face was at last visible, she was fair and blonde, and her features said that she was not from this place. Siren made her feel welcome like all the others, but when her dance was done the woman sparked up a conversation. She stayed the rest of the day, chatting and enjoying her company. Siren found her to be both intriguing and a relaxing change of pace. It was so nice to speak to someone who's verbal repertoire consisted of more than limericks and profanity. When Siren was close to finishing her shift, the lady asked her if she had an escort back to her home. There had been some whispers of roaming bandits preying on easy targets. Siren gladly accepted her offer and when she had packed up her props, the two set out under the stars. As they walked, they chatted about their histories, the lady had seen her fair share of hardship as well. She understood Siren's heart wrenching story as it in some ways mirrored her own, she too had lost her family and her home.
About a block away from Siren's home, men jumped out from a dark alley way. "give us the tramp" they claimed. The woman, who took a firm stance, pushed Siren behind her. With her head turned slightly she spoke "stay...behind...me..." Siren, panicked and terrified told her to just give them what they want. The woman turned, her eyes catching the glint of a nearby torchiere, "you don't want to know what they want." The gang leader reiterated, holding his weapon to the woman's head, "tramp...now...or we blow yours pretty brains out." The woman was calm, even in this situation but her eyes were steel. "turn around and walk away, this is your only warning, you do not want to do this." Siren was terrified but the woman stood her ground, shielding Siren from harm. The leader flailed his gun in her face, "oh is that right little prissy, maybe we has our fun with both of you! Take em both!" With that the woman's teeth clenched and Siren felt an unusual ripple across her stomach, the gang charged them and the black of the night was split by a blinding green beam of light. One of the bandits grabbed Siren's arm, the woman who now was a complete mystery turned on her heels and in one stroke severed the man's hand from his arm. Collapsing to the ground he writhed in pure agony, they fired and every bolt was deflected. One of the bandits exclaimed, "it's a bleeding Jedi, RUN or DIE!" They fled into the night leaving their injured companion to the mercy of Siren's Heroine. Her blade still drawn she moved it down to the injured man's neck, her eyes shimmering with pure emotion. She was not a killer, never had she taken a life without extreme necessity. She reached into her robes and pulled out a comms relay, activating it she called for medical assistance. With that she looked down her blade to the man now cowering beneath her, "I expect you to never bother anyone again, do not make me have to teach you this lesson twice" The man, clutching the stump that was his hand nodded though intense pain. With that the mystery woman whisked Siren into her home, Siren both panicked and curious finally asked her. "what's your name?" The woman smiled warmly and in the low light her very skin seemed to radiate compassion and grace, "my name is Anneseisha, but most simply call me Anne. I am a survivor of the massacre of Order 66."
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They spoke until the suns began to rise, Anne told her the story of her training at the temple and fighting during the very end of the clone wars. She spoke of watching her mentors become the very thing they had sworn to remove and in their greatest oversight had allowed evil to divide and ruin them. Siren found her story heartwarming as it was not so dissimilar to her own. As the suns crept into the sky, Siren's obvious disgust with her living conditions was apparent. Her slippers sticking to the floor she was revolted to entertain in such a state. With the rising suns, Anne was making ready to leave. "my Identity is known, I will be unable to return for a time. I can offer you a choice, you can remain here and work on rebuilding your life. But if you want a greater adventure, join me and use your talents to help return the galaxy to a time of peace and compassion, removing the empire and rebuilding trust." Siren was quite bashful, a Jedi asking her for her help seemed unfathomable, "Me? What can I do to make things better?" Anne took her hand, "You can influence with song and dance, listen to people's sorrows and help them see that not all is lost, it is not too late to turn from evil." Siren felt her hand, it was warm and welcoming and she felt connected to Anne now in a way that only a few days ago would have seemed impossible. Siren's courage was unmistakable, "what do you need me to do?" Anne with her smile shimmering in the morning light simply said, "everything you do now, just with new intention." Anne held her hands out offering them to Siren. "You may stay here if you wish, but if your tired of your Slippers sticking to the floor, you may join me and live in some semblance of comfort.
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Siren realizing that this was her chance to get away from this hovel gleefully took Anne's hand and they returned together to Talus and what once was a place of peace and communion. Now it was Anne's residence and one of the last places where relics of a bygone era were kept for future generations. Siren still works at the Mos Eisley Cantina, but now she helps to shepherd wayward souls towards a greater destiny. Anne, her saviour and now her loving partner watches from a distance always mindful of her beloved's safety, ready to defend her at any moment.