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Nar Shaddaa
0516 local time
Sweat still dripped off his body and onto the padded durasteel floor below. Cin didn't care, instead focusing on the cigarette he was smoking, taking hungry puffs after good hours without that lovely chemical. As the bitterness coursed down his throat and he felt satisfaction, he sighed. The Sith looked down at the world below, at that empty space between all the levels where you can see the traffic below and the other places going about their business. He didn't want to think about what was going on in the lower levels, the ones down there below shrouded in darkness, the ones that were eerily quiet, even though they were supposed to be the loudest. AMS had torn through Hutt space. The news really didn't do it justice.
"Hey, uh... Good fight, brother." A voice came out from behind, interrupting his train of thought. Cin looked behind and saw a chubby Kel Dor who waved at him weakly.
"Hm? Oh, thanks," he replied, startled. The man nodded and then stepped back and walked away and Cin turned around to stare at the activity below once more.
Oh, right, the fight. Or, really, fights. He'd forgotten all about them. He'd spent a good 6 hours getting beaten with jabs and hooks and dishing out incredible hits before finally getting put down by a last-minute stranger. That was fine by him, truth be told. At least he went out in style. The fight had been a good fight, and even the usually ravenous crowd nodded along and cheered for both of them, and Cin found many congratulating him. It had been a surprisingly good-natured event for an underground fistfight on Nar Shaddaa.
He didn't know what he would do next. Maybe he would finally get around to traveling to Dathomir to seek out the Empress. It would be a risky thing, but there was no way to go up besides risky endeavors, so it was about time to rip the band aid off. Oh, well. That was in a few days, maybe weeks. Now was the time to relax. He'd earned it.
@Tom
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