3rd Perspective
"Wait, so are your parents died?" Cham Syndulla stepped in. The crowd were arguing whether it was a yes or a no.

"No, they're alive. They were just taken away by the Empire that's all," Liz confirmed. The crowd went quiet.

"Liz keep talking," Zander said. People were sitting down, a few were standing. All holding their breath, wondering what might happen next.

"Wait, alright. Can't I take a break?" Liz asked. Zander shook his head.

"Tell me what happend next. You told me you stayed with your friend on Onderon, was that part true?"

"No, that part wasn't true," Liz admitted.

"Okay then, keep talking," Zander gritted his teeth. Liz put her hands up in surrender.

"Alright, where were we?"

*Beginning of flashback*

Liz fell asleep in the dirty alley and woke up to the sound of people walking by. Liz wished it was a nightmare, but it wasn't. She slowly walked back to her house, ignoring the people staring at her. It wasn't her fault she looked like this, it's the Empire's. In no time, she arrived at her house.

The four windows in front of the house were broken, the door was completely gone. Even from the outside you can see how messy the Empire left it. Liz walked into what was left of her home.

"Why would they burn the furniture?" Liz lifted up the half burned chair.

"Mother?"

No response.

"Father?"

No response.

Liz fell to the floor and began to cry. She has lost everything now. Her home was burnt, her parents were gone, all that's left is her brother. Liz got up and went into her room, they didn't go up stairs. She put on some comfortable gray pants and a plain dark red shirt that had long sleeves. She put on her black boots, grabbed her backpack and put fruits, extra clothes, and as many credits as she could find into her backpack. She bid a farewell to her home, which might be shut down soon by the Empire, and walked off without looking back.

A two weeks after her parents were taken away, she ran out of credits. She didn't want to steal food, that was wrong. She didn't take the risk of getting in trouble because she learned the punishment on Zygerria. Even though it was no longer Zygerria anymore, she didn't steal anything. If she was caught, the Empire will take her away just like her parents.

She sat there, quietly on the disgusting ground. She could hear her stomach growling louder than a Nexu. She closed her eyes, tightly. She couldn't bare the pain her hunger brought her. She was about to drift to sleep, trying to escape her hunger, until a muscular armed Tradoshan came up to her. Liz has never seen his type of species before in real life, she felt scared.

"No need to be scared little one," he said in a raspy voice. Liz was left speechless. "I just wanna help you."

Liz's face lit up in excitment, someone was kind enough to help her out.

"But on one condition." Liz's face went to a frown. She didn't know to trust this guy. Last time her parents trusted a guy off the streets they ended up being slaves.

"And what is that?" Liz sounded confident.

"You have to help me with something," he responded. Liz's brow went up.

"With what?" Liz questioned.

"You seem to know these streets. You know shortcuts, how to hide from stormtroopers, and how Onderon is in general. I'll explain once we are on my ship."

How did he know?

Liz does know all of those things, she sensed that he has been observing her from afar. She didn't know what that tingling sensation was in that back of her head or more so throughout her entire body, but she trusted it. Liz has had that feeling all her life, sometimes when she really excited she felt that feeling and imagined that things were floating around her. But, when she rubbed her eyes they were back to where they were. She sensed he was no threat to her and that he was going to help her out. She agreed on helping him.

Liz got to his ship, she was frightened of his ship. It had missile launchers and quad cannons, there were blasters, anything that can kill anyone.

"What do you need help with anyways?" Liz stupidly forgot to ask. In fact, she hasn't even asked for his name.

"I need help with something that might scare you. So, I just suggest you give me the answers I'm looking for directly," the guy said.

"I want to know what it is, I don't care if is scares me, you know what? It won't scare me," Liz held her head high, but not to high. He looked down at her.

"For an assassin. The information I'm looking for is for an assassin," the Tradoshan replied, rudely. Liz's heart quickened. She shouldn't have asked. An assassin? The size of his mortar gun and the way he doesn't mince his words, he's giving off an evil aurora.

"W-why would y-you want to a-assasin somebody?" Liz stuttered. Oh no, her accent is acting up. Her mother, brother, and her have a Ryloth accent. Her father doesn't because he grew up with normal humans, her, Zander and their father are humans.

Zander, Leonardo and Ella have purple eyes. Zander is a kind of mutation of a Twi'lek and a human. Zander having the body of a human, but having the eyes and the accent of a Twi'lek. Although, Liz looks nothing like Zander nor her father. Both of them have black hair and purple eyes. While, Liz was born with dake blue eyes and ombre blue hair. Yet, her great great grandmother is said be look a lot like Liz.

"Makes sense, what type of bounty hunter doesn't at least kill one of their targets?" Liz started to hyperventilate. Her lungs tightened, no more air was in them. She could faint at any moment.

"B-bounty h-hunter?" Liz breathed out. Of course, that's the impression Liz got from him. He is a professional bounty hunter.

"Indeed, little one," his hoarse voice was louder.

"Which bounty hunter. I've heard of many fierce bounty hunters, are you one of them?" Liz did her best to look brave. She crossed her arms across her chest.

"I am one of the fiercest bounty hunters. Just look around you!' He opened his arms, Liz got startled, she stepped back. He showed all the weapons in the room they were in.

"One of them, of course. Please, tell me your name," her Twi'lek accent was strong as ever.

"The name is Bossk."

*End of flashback*

~I don't know why I'm using Bossk. They are many more bounty hunters and I chose the one that Ezra met at the age of fourteen. 😂😜

-ThatSassyPadawan =%=