Awareness came to her in a flash. With a gasp, she sat up, her eyes wide as she looked around herself.
She was in a dirty room, with the walls seemingly made out of some weird, rusted metal. With trembling hands, she forced herself to her feet, staggering slightly as she did so.
'Where am I?' She asked herself, only to stop and pause. 'No, wait, even more than that, who am I?'
She had no idea. Grimacing, she clutched at her head, trying desperately to recall... anything, to little avail.
She remembered flashes. A handsome man, a sai-... Saiman? Saisan? She couldn't recall. She remembered a massive ball, rushing towards her.
She remembered trying to stop it. No, wait, she was trying to stop... herself?
She remembered a boy, and a man. She remembered that she... hated them? No, that wasn't right. She loved them, didn't she?
Groaning, she let go of her thoughts. It was painful to remember, and she couldn't make sense of her memories.
Instead, she tried to focus on her surroundings. She was in a big, empty metallic room, with the only door she could see blocked by a fallen pipe larger than she was.
For some reason, however, she was hardly worried at all. She didn't remember much, but one thing stood clear to her nonetheless.
She was strong, and she was powerful. No mere pipe could block her way, for she was the woman who had almost killed all the-
A flash of pain prevented her from following that thought. Groaning, she fell to her knees, banging her head against the floor. The metallic floor felt like butter to her, groaning and twisting as she hit it with her forehead.
Thankfully, after a few more seconds, the pain went away. Grimacing even harder, she stood up, annoyed.
Why was she feeling pain? She didn't understand. Where was she? Who was she? What had happened? Why couldn't she remember?
So many questions, and so few answers. Deciding to postpone all of that for later, she decided to focus on the most important issue present- her need to get the hell out of this metal box.
Slapping her cheeks lightly to push away the few lingering traces of grogginess, she made her way over to the door, casually ripping the massive pipe away with one hand, throwing it behind her, where it flew for a few seconds before crashing into the wall there, causing quite a lot of noise.
Not that she cared, mind you. With a kick, she shattered the locked door, and strolled through.
What she found... Well, it certainly wasn't what she expected. A mix of modern and futuristic-looking streets, all dirtied and rusted. Signs in foreign languages with dimly lit letters signified the stores below them, and what few pedestrians she could see all looked... weird.
More importantly, however, they were all staring at her. Or at least, it felt like they were, and more specifically, they were staring at her chest.
She looked down. Oh.
She was completely naked, with her pink breasts and butt out for the whole world to see.
Her face immediately turned scarlet red, and with a speed fuelled by overwhelming embarrassment, she fled back into the room whom she'd literally just left.
"Stupid. Dumbass. Idiot." She muttered to herself, internally kicking herself even as her embarassment flared once again. Still, after a minute or so of calming herself down, she finally managed to think logically once again.
"Right. I need to get some clothes on... Hm..." Her finger tapped her chin repeatedly as she spoke aloud. After a few more seconds of thought, she snapped her fingers, finally remembering something that could help her out.
Pointing at her naked self, she spoke, directing her internal energies in ways that she barely remembered and yet felt so familiar. "Clothes beam!"
A small ray of pink energy shot out of her finger and struck her, and with a small poof, she was suddenly dressed. Examining herself for a moment, she found herself satisfied.
Thick, baggy white pants with a golden belt around her waist, as well as black and gold heels hid her lower body, while a rather risque sports bra covered her breasts, and little else. Her pants thankfully had a small hole for her tail to snake through, something which she much preferred over having the appendage covered.
Her inspection finished, she nodded to herself once before strolling out of the building for the second time, this time much more confidently. Unsurprisingly, there were quite a few people still staring at her as she entered into the dark street, but this time, she found that she really didn't care about their gazes.
Humming lightly, she started walking, no clear destination present in her mind. As she did so, she tried to remember as much as she could.
She'd been a fighter, that much was for sure. But who was she fighting? Why? And, more than that, who was she? Where did she come from?
Just like back in the room, she had so many questions, and yet so few answers that she could find. It was incredibly irritating, but she powered through it and continued to think.
Extrapolating from the fact that she wasn't drooling like a baby without a mind, she highly doubted she had total amnesia. No, the fact that she could function fairly well and, other than her missing memories, remember almost everything that made her her, like her favorite food, color, and hobby, which were Macaron, pink, and dining respectively, then that meant that her memory loss was an artificial one, likely caused by whoever defeated her.
But then the question became, why? She knew she'd lost, she could faintly remember the burning feeling of being completely erased from existence, which then begged the question of how the hell did she survive that. And, once again, what were her supposed resurrector's motives?
She was so lost in thought that when she accidentally walked into someone, she was left stunned for a moment. Craning her head from where she'd fallen on her butt, she beheld a rather massive man filled to the brim with muscles, flanked by four lackeys, all of whom stared at her with strange expressions.
"Oh, my apologies, I wasn't paying attention-" Her apology was cut short as the massive man suddenly grabbed her and hauled her up roughly, looking quite angry as he did so.
"Girly. You've just made the last mistake of your pathetic alien life." He growled, holding her with a single hand by her throat while the other grabbed a knife from his belt, brandishing it right in front of her.
It should've been intimidating, and had she been anyone else, she might've been. However... as it was, she was thoroughly unimpressed.
Still, no reason not to deescalate. Who knows, maybe he was just having a bad day? "Look, sir, I apologized. It was my mistake, there's no need to get violent." She calmly reasoned, bringing her palms up in a gesture of peace.
However, all this did was make the man even angrier. With a snarl, he shoved her to the floor once more. She allowed it, but when he moved in to kick her, he went too far.
In a single instant, she was back on her feet. Her tail shot out, smashed his knife-wielding arm, and then coiled around his throat with just enough force to not pulverize his neck, but more than enough to choke him.
The muscled man's screams were surprisingly high, his pained yell mixing along with the surprised shots of his four previously jeering henchmen. She silenced him by tightening her hold slightly, causing the man's scream to cut off into a pained little wheeze.
"Not so tough now, huh?" She spoke, waving him around a bit with her tail. He tried to struggle, his one functional hand trying desperately to dislodge her, but he might've as well been trying to put out the sun by breathing on it for all the good that did him.
Looking around, she noticed that the street was suddenly completely empty. Had everyone fled the moment she'd attacked the man, or had they fled when he'd attacked her? She hadn't been paying attention, so who knew.
One of the terrified henchmen finally gathered his wits about him, even as the other three quivered like little children. "L-let go of the boss, or you'll die screaming, bitch!" He yelled. She idly wondered where exactly he found the bravado to say that, right before smashing him with a casual backhand, her arm stretching out to reach him.
She held back juuust enough that his head didn't simply explode. Instead, he simply shot back, somersaulted, and then fell to the floor, his nose and probably a few bones broken.
That seemed to do the trick, and the remaining three henchmen fled like cowards, not even bothering to try and use the little weird pistols on their waists. She eyed them for a moment before turning back to the now almost asphixiated man held by her tail.
She released him, allowing him to fall to the floor bonelessly, gasping for air desperately while letting out little pathetic wheezes of pain. "Right. I'll admit, I'm a bit peeved right now, so for your own sake, answer all of my questions as best you can. Don't, and I'll rip your head off. We clear?"
The man didn't answer for a moment, still wheezing lightly. Then, he began laughing, surprising her. "A-answer your questions? You filthy jedi are all the same. I won't betray my people, alien!" He yelled at her, although it came out as more of a strangled shout, since his throat still wasn't quite working properly.
"The fuck's a jedi?" She asked, curious. He just sneered at her, hobbling to his feet. He clearly looked like he wanted to do nothing more than throw himself at her and beat her to the ground, but also didn't dare to.
She waited a few seconds more, but seeing him still refuse to answer, she just sighed.
Her tail lashed out, curled around his leg, and lifted him into the air like a ragdoll. The man screamed once again, his terror even more clear than before, but she didn't throw him. Instead, she simply held him up, his upside down face level with hers.
"Last chance before I start breaking your bones. What the hell is a 'jedi'?" She once again asked. The man looked at her in fear, but stobborn pride prevented him from speaking.
She sighed. Men could be so stubborn sometimes, and while such men could make such a flaw into a rather attractive quality, in this case, it was most definetly not attractive.
Oh well. She'd just have to, as they say, teach him that.
And so she did.
The man was a rather quick student. It didn't take longer than a few minutes for him to break and beg for mercy, somewhere around the time she'd finished breaking every bone in one hand and had moved onto the next.
He was also much more eager to tell her everything he knew after that, and oh boy, did he tell her a lot.
Apparently, she was on a planet named Coruscant, which was apparently the capital world of some nation called the Galactic Republic, which, unsurprising, was quite a large nation, with more worlds in it than the man knew of.
Honestly, this place hardly looked like the capital of anything, with its rusted and run-down buildings and dirty streets, but the man told her that this was, apparently, Coruscant's 'underworld', and that the 'top layers' were literally heaven on Earth. She had her doubts about that, but she didn't feel like he was lying to her, so she supposed she'd just have to check it out on her own some time in the future.
She also learned what the supposed jedi were. They were mysterious mystics who could use some bogus nonsense that they called the 'Force', which in her opinion sounded like a weird variation of ki or magic, but whatever.
With her questioning done, she looked at the man she'd literally tortured. He looked like hell, but... Well, he probably had some connections which she could use.
"Bring me to your boss. I want to make a... deal, with him." She ordered him after releasing him from her grasp.
He was very eager to obey, unsurprisingly. Turns out, breaking a few fingers while threatening to smear his brains over a wall could make more or less anyone obey.
