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(OOC): Anyone can hop in, preferably people who wouldn't mind a tag-along. Just...Try not to start a bar fight you silly peoples :3 (End of OOC)
In some backwater station in the blackness on the way to Hutt Space, Jicelli Masin would do her daily routine. Wake up, get sorted for another boring "day" on the station, leave her boring quarters, and live her currently boring life. She hated it the small living quarters provided to her, and with her diminishing amount of credits she knew she had to get a move on. The station served as a small rest stop for travelers and traders. It was also a hub for petty criminals to figure out where their next potential profits will be. To her, it served as a reminder to her life.
Jicelli despised the loneliness she obtained after being ditched on the station some short time ago. The previous crew she was on treated her fairly, but quickly gave her the boot when they learned how weak she was when it came to violence. Hardly anyone would want someone that can't put up a good fight for them. Ever since then, she's tried to find someone to tag along with and resume her exploration of the galaxy. Curiosity, it compelled her to brave the unknown, even if she couldn't fight what it contained.
"It's not my fault..." She'd mumble to herself, leaving the dim corridor of the living quarters and heading for one of the small bars. It'd be filled with various species, figures of different shapes and sizes. Some look smart, some look dumb, and some look dangerous. Adjusting the messenger bag and making her way to a seat against the wall, she'd retrieve her datapad from her bag then visibly scan the room for a moment to see if there are interesting figures in the fresh cycle of passerby. Perhaps she won't have to bore herself to death reading some junk like last time.
I'm probably the only Pantoran on this whole station, let alone this region of...Nothing. Figures. Anyone of these strangers could be willing to throw you in some slaver's den for a fair price. Just bide the time Jice...Bide the time...Don't make a reason for trouble..
In some backwater station in the blackness on the way to Hutt Space, Jicelli Masin would do her daily routine. Wake up, get sorted for another boring "day" on the station, leave her boring quarters, and live her currently boring life. She hated it the small living quarters provided to her, and with her diminishing amount of credits she knew she had to get a move on. The station served as a small rest stop for travelers and traders. It was also a hub for petty criminals to figure out where their next potential profits will be. To her, it served as a reminder to her life.
Jicelli despised the loneliness she obtained after being ditched on the station some short time ago. The previous crew she was on treated her fairly, but quickly gave her the boot when they learned how weak she was when it came to violence. Hardly anyone would want someone that can't put up a good fight for them. Ever since then, she's tried to find someone to tag along with and resume her exploration of the galaxy. Curiosity, it compelled her to brave the unknown, even if she couldn't fight what it contained.
"It's not my fault..." She'd mumble to herself, leaving the dim corridor of the living quarters and heading for one of the small bars. It'd be filled with various species, figures of different shapes and sizes. Some look smart, some look dumb, and some look dangerous. Adjusting the messenger bag and making her way to a seat against the wall, she'd retrieve her datapad from her bag then visibly scan the room for a moment to see if there are interesting figures in the fresh cycle of passerby. Perhaps she won't have to bore herself to death reading some junk like last time.
I'm probably the only Pantoran on this whole station, let alone this region of...Nothing. Figures. Anyone of these strangers could be willing to throw you in some slaver's den for a fair price. Just bide the time Jice...Bide the time...Don't make a reason for trouble..