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Dreshdae, Korriban, where the heart of the Sith beats...everything else into a pulp.
Zabić had spent the last of her wages on a raw ore. The rent money, for her room over the roughneck bar is past due, and the owner's servant Gungan had to tell her she is out on her ear. She refused to dip into her savings, believing she can convince Dolt to work with her. "Now you look here!" she said angrily, waving a pointed finger in front of the Gungan's nose, "I've cleaned up the non-paying riffraff who frequented your establishment." She did it really, only because she hates all the noise. "Some of them very shady thugs; I don't think I need to remind you of that!" The Gungan seemed more concerned with the shaking finger, than paying attention to what she was saying. Zabić grew furious. She sneered. "I swear, I'll bring every one of them back and glue them to a seat inside, if you do this to me, Dolt! Do you hear me?!"
The Gungan wavered in his stance and grunted with an air of unease. "What mesa can do? My like yu mui, my swear. But...but..."
Zabić could not tolerate the fact that a slave was about to order her out onto the street. "Look, I really don't have time for this." She drew her Lightsaber on him. "So what's it gonna be, Dolt?"
The Gungan brew a look of sheer shock upon his face. "Oyl, moole, moole! No! My fix dis with bossman!"
Zabić shrugged most nonchalant, "Alright then. You see to that," she said cooly. At that Zabić spun upon her heels. She has a job to get to. The Gungan receded into the bar. Regardless of her place of residence, Zabić hasn't had a drink in days. She pondered how this chapter in her life, is starting to suck.
Zabić had spent the last of her wages on a raw ore. The rent money, for her room over the roughneck bar is past due, and the owner's servant Gungan had to tell her she is out on her ear. She refused to dip into her savings, believing she can convince Dolt to work with her. "Now you look here!" she said angrily, waving a pointed finger in front of the Gungan's nose, "I've cleaned up the non-paying riffraff who frequented your establishment." She did it really, only because she hates all the noise. "Some of them very shady thugs; I don't think I need to remind you of that!" The Gungan seemed more concerned with the shaking finger, than paying attention to what she was saying. Zabić grew furious. She sneered. "I swear, I'll bring every one of them back and glue them to a seat inside, if you do this to me, Dolt! Do you hear me?!"
The Gungan wavered in his stance and grunted with an air of unease. "What mesa can do? My like yu mui, my swear. But...but..."
Zabić could not tolerate the fact that a slave was about to order her out onto the street. "Look, I really don't have time for this." She drew her Lightsaber on him. "So what's it gonna be, Dolt?"
The Gungan brew a look of sheer shock upon his face. "Oyl, moole, moole! No! My fix dis with bossman!"
Zabić shrugged most nonchalant, "Alright then. You see to that," she said cooly. At that Zabić spun upon her heels. She has a job to get to. The Gungan receded into the bar. Regardless of her place of residence, Zabić hasn't had a drink in days. She pondered how this chapter in her life, is starting to suck.
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