Biography: Mia Omotao
Name: Mia Omotao (MEE-ah OH-moh-TAY-oh) (Formerly Mia Rennick)
Born: 39 BBY
Height: 5'9'' (1.75 m)
Hair color: Blond
Eye color: Blue
Chronological and political information:
The Dark Times
Early life (39 - 21 BBY)
Mia Rennick was born into a struggling family who had immigrated to the desert world of Lannik. Her family had moved to the large shipping city of Pelista so her father could search for a job as a freight worker.
Mia stayed at home for most of her childhood, as her parents did not have the finances to send her to a local school. However, Mia showed an affinity for learning, and read almost incessantly. She absorbed almost everything she read, and developed a taste for crime-solving and mystery holobooks.
Mia's parents tried to get her to show an interest in freight working, the family business, in
Star Wars: White Snow: Recognition Sneak Peek
Oyu'baat Tapcaf, Keldabe, Mandalore
Brianna slid onto the now-vacant seat. "So," she said, "making some new friends?"
Jay nodded. "I like to walk around the city on the Market Days and see what I find. I meet a lot of new people that way."
"I'll bet. Are you sure that's such a good idea, with you being a wanted Imperial fugitive and all?"
She shrugged and took another sip of her drink. "What's it been, almost eight months now since BlueSend? The Imps haven't caught me yet. I'm pretty sure they never even paid attention to my file."
"Even so, it would do you well to exercise a little caution. All it would take is a single stormtrooper to recognize your face and you're back off to prison."
Jay looked over at Brianna and said, "Is this because Vhetin is going with everyone else up to the mining facility? I can take care of myself without him hovering over my shoulder."
"No, it's because three-quarters of Keldabe is going to be up to the mining facility. Without an ent
White Snow Sneak Peek: The Way of the Sith
Planet Xexeron, Fifteen Parsecs into the Unknown Regions
Draco strode up the huge stone staircase that led to his Order's sanctuary. Hidden deep in the recesses of a volcanic mountain, the enclave was the last of many temples built in honor of the Sith Lords that had conquered the planet's native inhabitants millennia ago. Twin hundred-foot-tall statues flanked either side of the staircase, arms stretched aggressively forward with huge stone lightsabers in their hands. Ash floated down through the air, reminding him of the Imperial mining facility on Mustafar.
As he reached the top of the staircase, he nodded to the four Stalker guards at their post. They bowed their helmeted heads respectfully and stepped aside to let him pass, lowering scarlet lightsabers they were ordered to keep activated at all times.
He gestured at the tall double-doors, which swung open at his prompting. The barriers slid open with a tortured groan, revealing a huge interior chamber with floors