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Once she was over the wall, the young teen took a quick cursory look around her before setting off along the wide open streets that allowed speeder trucks to convey cargo to and from the star port. As the young female paced along the street leading towards a large city, thoughts started to trace back of the journey from Nar Shaddaa, and the fun that she had caused whilst stowed away aboard the large cargo ship. The sounds of arguments ringing out through the deck halls, with multiple voices accusing the other of helping themselves to their meal, beverage, hell even property. All of them completely unaware of an unofficial passenger who was able to creep through the crawl spaces between decks completely undetected, helping herself to whatever took her fancy.
As the young girl drew closer to the edge of the large city before her, she took in her surroundings with an air of familiarity, various districts of the city reaching out in long narrow winding roads that were all separated by large rolling green pastures, coursing rivers, yet each node of the city all reached out into one central hub. The planet's capital city Bakura Prime, the teenagers home.
The planet's capital had been enjoying an unprecedented boom in its various trades and overall economy over the last two years, having for almost a decade been plagued by an elusive and erratic menace who had wrought chaos and anarchy across all nineteen of the capital city's sectors. The sudden disappearance of the perpetrator had brought much needed life into the planet that was on the verge of economic collapse through the continual failings of the planet's security forces to capture and put a stop to the crazed antics. It would perhaps soon be revealed that the local security forces had failed yet again, but like the planet at large, the Exiles were unaware of her whereabouts, bar one person who received a message in the middle of the night
Hi Abi, Gone Home! Please record My Little Bantha!
As she entered the central hub of the city, Eisa's eyes narrowed in dismay. as she surveyed the sights, the walls, the roads, the windows even the fracking trees were intact! Everything was crisp, fresh and clean, not like the graffiti and partially scorched scene from a warzone that she had once remembered with great affection. Mostly because it was by her hand. Now it was all gone, it was all back to how dull and boring the planet had once been. But that changed before and no doubt it will once again. A wicked smirk crossed the teens features as she mused on the thought, seeing the upshot. The canvas was wiped clean so she can start again!
The thought brought a light skip the the girls step as she made her away from the center of the capital hub and now headed towards one of the industrial districts, that she knew would not have changed over the years. As she crossed the bridge that connected the capital hub to the former manufacturing sector, a wild grin held across her features as the condition of the bridge started to become increasingly ran down. Coming to a stop her eyes rested upon the scared and melted sections of asphalt with great affection. It was the sight of one of her first 'pranks' where under the cover of night she had placed several ion mines over the road surface. The next day the city awoke to thick plumes of smoke rising from the bridge, where during the early morning large fuel laden speeder haulers crossed the bridge and erupted into large fire balls as the mines detonated. The starting gun for the weeks of chaos that would plague the now abandoned manufacturing district.
The damaged caused to the bridge, rendered the district cut off for three weeks as recovery crews did all they could to initially contain the inferno that burned for almost 4 days straight, before they could try and recover the destroyed vehicles that had fused with the surface of the bridge's structure. Cutting off the district from any further aid and support, allowing it to fall into the chaos of the young teens personal playground. A gleeful chuckle escaped her lips as she entered the limits of the abandoned district, unlike the Capital hub, the area was exactly as she remembered it. Large blown out buildings standing still and lifeless, covered in a mixture of scorch marks, brightly coloured graffiti and various vines and greenery where nature had started to reclaim the area.
Excitement started to build as the Exile's loose cannon built up the speed of her movements into a brisk run, her wide emerald hued eyes gleaming with joy. Each mark, crater, even brightly coloured tag, brought back lots of fun memories. This was the place where it all began, and where so many of the planets populace had wished it ended. The city's governing body saw that the damage caused during the weeks where the fiery haired menace had ran amok completely unchallenged was to severe to try and restore, opting to abandon the district and rebuild in another location.
Yet unknown to the capitals governors the fate that had befell the manufacturing district was not an isolated incident, but the start of several years of chaos that would bring the capital city to the brink of collapse. At the hands of a single elusive red haired figure who would be seen laughing wildly as the security forces tried and failed to pursue her.
Slowing down to a broad skip, the teen could see her home drawing ever closer, a large white stone factory that stood roughly four storeys tall, the building's perimeter was surrounded by ring fencing, strewn with no trespassing signs. Ducking down as she lunged through a hole had been cut in the now rusted metal the teen made her way towards the building passing several large unopened shipping containers that flanked the goods shipping yard of the factory. With a well practiced lunge, the figure dived head first into a large circular shaft, letting out an excited weee! as she slid through the ventilation duct that would convey her into a the large cavernous fabrication hall.
With a dull whine the power systems of the hall sprang into life, the banks of high bay lighting igniting in almost near sequential order, flooding the dully lit hall with bright artificial light. Revealing a near endless assortment of run down machinery wrapped in twinkling string lights and tinsel, semi intact vehicles in varying conditions, walls covered in various brightly coloured crudely drawn pictures, large stockpiles of open weapons and ordinance crates and within the very center of the mess was a make shift wooden club house, Eisa's personal little corner of the Galaxy, herGalaxy stepping into the meagre wooden substructure her eyes scanned over the room with a broad smile, everything was still there, the scattered parts of weapons that she had tinkered with in the hope to make them have more 'pop', a large flickering holonet screen that had been 'found' just sitting on the side of a building in the heart of the commercial centre. To a large collection of faded and tattered bean bags built up against the wall that served as a bed.
@TheBrokenMadMan
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