Iden Farlander
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- Nov 20, 2019
- Messages
- 70
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- 17
Aldera, capital of Alderaan
Iden was surprised that she had been sent on this mission alone. It wasn’t that she minded, and it wasn’t that she didn’t think herself capable of handling it. The mission itself seemed straightforward enough, but there were, as always, variables.
According to an anonymous informant, there was a large transport of spice tucked away somewhere in the city of Aldera, set to be shipped out in a few days. If this shipment of spice was as large as was to be believed, it would no doubt fetch its sellers a nice sum of credits. More importantly, such a shipment would only result in more addiction, lying, and harm to any buyers.
Iden was to meet this informant in a bar called the Blue Moon where, if he or she upheld their part of the agreement, they would be waiting to quietly lead Iden to the shipment of spice.
Swiveling her cockpit chair around and away from the control panel, Iden made sure her two lightsabers were securely at her sides and out of sight. There was no need to call unnecessary attention to herself. She had already sent a confirmation of her arrival as well as her coordinates to her superiors, so now all that was left to do was to find this informant.
Making her way down the open ramp of the Corellian Dagger she’d landed moments earlier, she took in her surroundings. The city of Aldera, capital of Alderaan, was as beautiful as she remembered. It was built on an island in the middle of a lake and was host to the Royal Palace as well as a University. The city’s gleaming and white structures were befitting of royalty.
Somehow Iden doubted the same could be said for the Blue Moon. Iden never spent any of her time in bars if she could help it, so it was with a low sigh that she now entered the Blue Moon Bar. It wasn’t the largest bar she had ever been in—of that she was thankful. The room was filled with all types of life forms, and the sound of the band over in the corner filled the room. People were having a good time and laughing.
Making her way to the bar, Iden ordered a Moof Juice and waited, trying to act as if she was at ease and relaxing while she actually kept an eye on her surroundings. She wished she’d been given a description of the informant. She hated places like this, and she didn’t like this waiting around.
Iden was surprised that she had been sent on this mission alone. It wasn’t that she minded, and it wasn’t that she didn’t think herself capable of handling it. The mission itself seemed straightforward enough, but there were, as always, variables.
According to an anonymous informant, there was a large transport of spice tucked away somewhere in the city of Aldera, set to be shipped out in a few days. If this shipment of spice was as large as was to be believed, it would no doubt fetch its sellers a nice sum of credits. More importantly, such a shipment would only result in more addiction, lying, and harm to any buyers.
Iden was to meet this informant in a bar called the Blue Moon where, if he or she upheld their part of the agreement, they would be waiting to quietly lead Iden to the shipment of spice.
Swiveling her cockpit chair around and away from the control panel, Iden made sure her two lightsabers were securely at her sides and out of sight. There was no need to call unnecessary attention to herself. She had already sent a confirmation of her arrival as well as her coordinates to her superiors, so now all that was left to do was to find this informant.
Making her way down the open ramp of the Corellian Dagger she’d landed moments earlier, she took in her surroundings. The city of Aldera, capital of Alderaan, was as beautiful as she remembered. It was built on an island in the middle of a lake and was host to the Royal Palace as well as a University. The city’s gleaming and white structures were befitting of royalty.
Somehow Iden doubted the same could be said for the Blue Moon. Iden never spent any of her time in bars if she could help it, so it was with a low sigh that she now entered the Blue Moon Bar. It wasn’t the largest bar she had ever been in—of that she was thankful. The room was filled with all types of life forms, and the sound of the band over in the corner filled the room. People were having a good time and laughing.
Making her way to the bar, Iden ordered a Moof Juice and waited, trying to act as if she was at ease and relaxing while she actually kept an eye on her surroundings. She wished she’d been given a description of the informant. She hated places like this, and she didn’t like this waiting around.