Katherine wandered down the streets of Nar Shaddaa, absently rubbing her nose. This place smelled! There were so many conflicting scents wafting from so many different directions, combining so that they all made her want to sneeze. Not to mention the people! Kat had thought that Tatooine had every alien in the galaxy, but the things she saw as she lurched around belied reasonable explanation. And Katherine prided herself on being sensible.
Honestly, it was a strange quirk of fate that found her here. She took a nap in a lovely little crate and ended up stuck in some stale cargo hold. A few hours later found her in this strange neon city. She already had to fight one mugger and deftly dodge two more, so she was starting to think that whoever ran this place could use a few more enforcers. Still, the idiot who tried to mug her was wearing a rather lovely orange jacket, which she had suspiciously acquired an exact copy of. The blood on the front might have been from a broken nose, and it might have not; If it did, it wasn't from her.
She still couldn't read any of the signs on the establishments that littered seemingly every street. The harsh lights against the dimness of the streets irritated her sensitive eyes, so during a particularly flashy segment of a holo-sign, it wasn't much of a surprise when Kat stumbled into another person. Her body lurched back, and her hands snapped away from rubbing her eyes. She put on her best narrow-eyed glare at whoever had the gall to walk into her and drew her shoulders back.
"Are you going to fight me?" She asked with an undercurrent of excitement.
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Honestly, it was a strange quirk of fate that found her here. She took a nap in a lovely little crate and ended up stuck in some stale cargo hold. A few hours later found her in this strange neon city. She already had to fight one mugger and deftly dodge two more, so she was starting to think that whoever ran this place could use a few more enforcers. Still, the idiot who tried to mug her was wearing a rather lovely orange jacket, which she had suspiciously acquired an exact copy of. The blood on the front might have been from a broken nose, and it might have not; If it did, it wasn't from her.
She still couldn't read any of the signs on the establishments that littered seemingly every street. The harsh lights against the dimness of the streets irritated her sensitive eyes, so during a particularly flashy segment of a holo-sign, it wasn't much of a surprise when Kat stumbled into another person. Her body lurched back, and her hands snapped away from rubbing her eyes. She put on her best narrow-eyed glare at whoever had the gall to walk into her and drew her shoulders back.
"Are you going to fight me?" She asked with an undercurrent of excitement.
@Reylo4evr