Corellia. A slime hole that Cheriss couldn’t have cared less about. Yet here she was anyway, back where it all started, for nothing more than to exact her revenge on a local gang of criminals that had made her life miserable when she was younger. Now they were dead, but she felt no satisfaction. To make matters worse, her ship needed repairs, and she would have to stay for another night on the planet she hated most.
The Sith made her way along the sidewalk at a moderate pace in the pouring rain. She didn’t much care for how her cloak was beginning to soak, and she kept her gaze fixed straight ahead. The few passers-by outside with her didn’t stay that way for long, and they left for shelter almost as soon as they came. She would find hers soon enough.
Cheriss stopped outside an old cantina, looking up for a brief moment at the flickering neon orange sign that read “Kitik’s”. The place she was staying tonight. Most likely crawling with scum in this part of town, but it didn’t faze her as much as it would have years ago. Anyone who tried to mess with her would get what they asked for.
The door opened and she stepped inside to a cacophony of blaring music and a packed bar. Fortunately, there were a couple tables open in the back of the room and she sat down at one of them, lifting her hood back as she waved a droid server over.
“Corellian wine from the bar.” As the droid went to retrieve it, Cheriss would look back towards the entrance of the cantina with a strange feeling that her troubles weren’t over just yet.
@LadyRen