Just outside Theed's Spaceport...
It truly was a beautiful planet. The dual waterfalls in the near distance were a distant roar and made for a serene spectacle, nestled as they were so nicely into Theed's landscape that they seemed almost hand-crafted. The weather was as gorgeous as the view; big fluffy clouds drawled across the sky with nowhere in particular to be with gentle sighs of wind. If they ever felt like rain, it was more often than not a pleasant drizzle. She could smell how crisp and clean the air itself was even with her nose stifled by duraplast and surrounded as she was by the stench of propulsion. She nearly removed her helmet right then and there just to inhale.
Krownest didn't have merciful rain. Krownest had screaming blizzards...but even they were better than the acrid pollution choking Neeka Wren's original home of Nar Shaddaa.
Lovely weather and scenery notwithstanding, she was on Naboo for a reason. An important one. Kolvin was living in Theed now and her brother still thought she was dead. It was long past time to change that, but it was not until a friend and clanmate had put Neeka right on her ass during a sparring session and per their prior agreement, he got to make a demand of her. His demand had been reasonable enough, yet the young warrior couldn't help but wish she were back on Krownest still earning new bruises. Bruises were less painful than explaining why she had never contacted Kolvin over the years to his face. But she was honor-bound to keep her word now, so she had to clear her conscience of this so the two Mandalorians could have a proper rematch.
It was made all the clearer to Neeka just how distracted she had been when she turned her back to Theed's splendor and was met with two large men dressed in grubby spacer gear directly on the opposite side of her Balutar. The pair clearly had never heard of personal bubbles, for they poked and prodded at her property while throwing bold looks her way and guffawing boorishly.
"Nice swoop there, girlie." One of the ugly muscleheads finally decided she was worth addressing. "Balutar. Must've cost a pretty bit of credits, huh? You should sell it and find a better seat. Like the back of my swoop."
The seething pouring off the Mandalorian was almost tangible. Her stance tightened. Her shoulders squared. She put as much authority into her voice as she could muster.
"Fixed it up myself, actually. Bet you can appreciate it with your eyes instead of your fingers. And at a distance."
That earned Neeka another round of self-important chuckling and prompted the young woman to wonder where the hell the port authorities were. Fancy planet or not...it seemed this manner of scum was a galaxy-wide problem.
"Is it her, Reg?"
"Mhmm. Sure is, Biitan. Same armor."
"Heh. Thought so. You owe my friend here a lot of credits, girlie, and you're gonna pay up. Now."
Damn. Neeka considered reaching for her blaster, but that would definitely jumpstart the inevitable confrontation which would end with all parties involved getting arrested. And she liked being not in prison. Yet something told Neeka that these two wouldn't accept a simple case of mistaken identity and be on their merry way. She needed to stall.
Or better yet...she needed a distraction.
Krownest didn't have merciful rain. Krownest had screaming blizzards...but even they were better than the acrid pollution choking Neeka Wren's original home of Nar Shaddaa.
Lovely weather and scenery notwithstanding, she was on Naboo for a reason. An important one. Kolvin was living in Theed now and her brother still thought she was dead. It was long past time to change that, but it was not until a friend and clanmate had put Neeka right on her ass during a sparring session and per their prior agreement, he got to make a demand of her. His demand had been reasonable enough, yet the young warrior couldn't help but wish she were back on Krownest still earning new bruises. Bruises were less painful than explaining why she had never contacted Kolvin over the years to his face. But she was honor-bound to keep her word now, so she had to clear her conscience of this so the two Mandalorians could have a proper rematch.
It was made all the clearer to Neeka just how distracted she had been when she turned her back to Theed's splendor and was met with two large men dressed in grubby spacer gear directly on the opposite side of her Balutar. The pair clearly had never heard of personal bubbles, for they poked and prodded at her property while throwing bold looks her way and guffawing boorishly.
"Nice swoop there, girlie." One of the ugly muscleheads finally decided she was worth addressing. "Balutar. Must've cost a pretty bit of credits, huh? You should sell it and find a better seat. Like the back of my swoop."
The seething pouring off the Mandalorian was almost tangible. Her stance tightened. Her shoulders squared. She put as much authority into her voice as she could muster.
"Fixed it up myself, actually. Bet you can appreciate it with your eyes instead of your fingers. And at a distance."
That earned Neeka another round of self-important chuckling and prompted the young woman to wonder where the hell the port authorities were. Fancy planet or not...it seemed this manner of scum was a galaxy-wide problem.
"Is it her, Reg?"
"Mhmm. Sure is, Biitan. Same armor."
"Heh. Thought so. You owe my friend here a lot of credits, girlie, and you're gonna pay up. Now."
Damn. Neeka considered reaching for her blaster, but that would definitely jumpstart the inevitable confrontation which would end with all parties involved getting arrested. And she liked being not in prison. Yet something told Neeka that these two wouldn't accept a simple case of mistaken identity and be on their merry way. She needed to stall.
Or better yet...she needed a distraction.
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