Tracking down a Sith should have been easy.
Just go to Sith space by stowing away on a refueling corvette, masquerade as a crew worker and get off at the next fuel point. Avoid suspicion by acting confident. Swagger after leaving the station and finding a small planet that no one knew you. Pilfer some credits, buy someone some cheap booze and begin asking questions.
How the hell that landed her here, she had no idea.
In a small underground called the Blue Slicer, two opponents squared off. One was a Devaronian male, naked to the waist. In the other corner...
Willa sat.
Credits were passing hands. It had been a few weeks since she left Yavin, grieving and broken. She wanted answers. She wanted out of an Order that would never do anything to figure out what, exactly, happened to her friend. Cold rage shriveled up in her chest until she was burning with it, until not even music could ease it away. The nightmares never stopped, and so she curled up tighter in her shell.
Truthfully, this was just the kind of thing she needed. She just wanted to smash something.
She had no idea if she was being watched, and thankfully, she didn't care. Cheap liquor shots from earlier lit her nerves like tongues of fire; as the big red guy started dancing, she sighed, pulling on her headphones over her ears. Blocking out the sounds were what made her feel like she could adjust. She could adapt. And she could sense his movement better.
A bell would ding, but she didn't charge forward yet. Instead, she began shifting side to side, waiting...
But for what?
@Altaris
Just go to Sith space by stowing away on a refueling corvette, masquerade as a crew worker and get off at the next fuel point. Avoid suspicion by acting confident. Swagger after leaving the station and finding a small planet that no one knew you. Pilfer some credits, buy someone some cheap booze and begin asking questions.
How the hell that landed her here, she had no idea.
In a small underground called the Blue Slicer, two opponents squared off. One was a Devaronian male, naked to the waist. In the other corner...
Willa sat.
Credits were passing hands. It had been a few weeks since she left Yavin, grieving and broken. She wanted answers. She wanted out of an Order that would never do anything to figure out what, exactly, happened to her friend. Cold rage shriveled up in her chest until she was burning with it, until not even music could ease it away. The nightmares never stopped, and so she curled up tighter in her shell.
Truthfully, this was just the kind of thing she needed. She just wanted to smash something.
She had no idea if she was being watched, and thankfully, she didn't care. Cheap liquor shots from earlier lit her nerves like tongues of fire; as the big red guy started dancing, she sighed, pulling on her headphones over her ears. Blocking out the sounds were what made her feel like she could adjust. She could adapt. And she could sense his movement better.
A bell would ding, but she didn't charge forward yet. Instead, she began shifting side to side, waiting...
But for what?
@Altaris