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Prologue/ Parallel Thread: Chasing Dawn
The buzzing of the busy market filled the inside of Anami's head like a snoring snorlax. She shook, confused and wondering how she had gotten there. Looking around, Anami could see the beautiful Falleen woman that she was sure had brought her there. But Anami couldn't think of a why or when she had come to be in this strange place at what seemed to be mid-morning.
Again, something about evil pheromones popped into her head.
If Anami was beginning to realize she was being controlled, then the Falleen was losing that control.
"Yes, we had some issues." The Falleen woman was saying to a group of Zeltrons, Humans, Trandoshans and Rodians, "The issue being all of our men are complete idiots and most are dead now, I'm sure. We need some more muscle. I'll look for those who need work and go from there. No, they don't need to know what we're doing. They just need to know they are hired muscle and they work for me. We can be more selective about who to keep on board after we get off this damn planet. It's got too many wannabe heroes. C'mon now! Let's go! Make sure all the cargo is stored away. I want to leave Coruscant as soon as possible."
The Falleen woman grabbed Anami's hand. "Come with me now sweety."
Anami was led through the bustling crowd toward a booth where an old Human male was looking at a datapad.
"I need some big strong guys."
The old man looked up at the Falleen and then back down at his datapad. After scrolling through it for a bit he looked back up at her. "Blocks 234 through 355, take your pick." He held out his hand and she dropped some credits into it.
Then Anami was being led down a long line squared off areas with people standing about, apparently waiting to be hired. The Falleen woman stopped at a squared off area marked by a sign saying '298'.
"Alright you ruffians," she shouted out, "I need ten strong guys to board my ship with me and my crew in five minutes. The job is muscle escort work. We plan on making a trip to Hutt space. No stops. 250 credits now. 300 credits when we get there. Who's with me?"
Anami's mind was suddenly clearing fast. Her heart started to race as she realized the predicament she was in. She glanced up at the Falleen woman who was focusing on the new hired help that was approaching them. The Falleen seemed completely unaware that her pheromones were either wearing off or having no more effect.
Anami's mind was racing, scrambling in an attempt to evaluate her options. Her eyes turned to the men for hire.
The buzzing of the busy market filled the inside of Anami's head like a snoring snorlax. She shook, confused and wondering how she had gotten there. Looking around, Anami could see the beautiful Falleen woman that she was sure had brought her there. But Anami couldn't think of a why or when she had come to be in this strange place at what seemed to be mid-morning.
Again, something about evil pheromones popped into her head.
If Anami was beginning to realize she was being controlled, then the Falleen was losing that control.
"Yes, we had some issues." The Falleen woman was saying to a group of Zeltrons, Humans, Trandoshans and Rodians, "The issue being all of our men are complete idiots and most are dead now, I'm sure. We need some more muscle. I'll look for those who need work and go from there. No, they don't need to know what we're doing. They just need to know they are hired muscle and they work for me. We can be more selective about who to keep on board after we get off this damn planet. It's got too many wannabe heroes. C'mon now! Let's go! Make sure all the cargo is stored away. I want to leave Coruscant as soon as possible."
The Falleen woman grabbed Anami's hand. "Come with me now sweety."
Anami was led through the bustling crowd toward a booth where an old Human male was looking at a datapad.
"I need some big strong guys."
The old man looked up at the Falleen and then back down at his datapad. After scrolling through it for a bit he looked back up at her. "Blocks 234 through 355, take your pick." He held out his hand and she dropped some credits into it.
Then Anami was being led down a long line squared off areas with people standing about, apparently waiting to be hired. The Falleen woman stopped at a squared off area marked by a sign saying '298'.
"Alright you ruffians," she shouted out, "I need ten strong guys to board my ship with me and my crew in five minutes. The job is muscle escort work. We plan on making a trip to Hutt space. No stops. 250 credits now. 300 credits when we get there. Who's with me?"
Anami's mind was suddenly clearing fast. Her heart started to race as she realized the predicament she was in. She glanced up at the Falleen woman who was focusing on the new hired help that was approaching them. The Falleen seemed completely unaware that her pheromones were either wearing off or having no more effect.
Anami's mind was racing, scrambling in an attempt to evaluate her options. Her eyes turned to the men for hire.
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