Per my new OP template, thread is death enabled
It wasn't much of a secret that Crimson Dawn owned Omega Station. Sure, it wasn't official or anything, but it was the unspoken fact that everyone who came here needed to be ready to work with or for them. In this case, it was one of the reasons that Arla had come here.
The station was home to two organizations that she was interested in getting her feet wet with, one was the Bounty Hunter's Guild and the other was, of course, Crimson Dawn. A criminal organization that was difficult to put fingers on, wealthy, and dealt in Force artifacts? What was not to like.
Of course, getting in contact with Crimson Dawn was easier said than done. She had put around word at a couple of cantinas that she was looking for people who dealt in artifacts, but had yet to have any real hits so far. She now stood outside of her most recent attempt and leaned against the railing, looking out over the station. The absolutely dreadful station. All twisted metal and despair, no plant life, nothing to connect it to nature. She felt very far and disconnected from Dathomir out here. Perhaps more isolated than she had ever felt.
She shook the thought from her head as she turned back to catch a glimpse of a woman drawing closer. A mixture of metal worked directly into her body, it was a strange sight despite her travels in the galaxy. She had seen cyborgs before, but she couldn't really say that she was particularly used to it yet.
The station was home to two organizations that she was interested in getting her feet wet with, one was the Bounty Hunter's Guild and the other was, of course, Crimson Dawn. A criminal organization that was difficult to put fingers on, wealthy, and dealt in Force artifacts? What was not to like.
Of course, getting in contact with Crimson Dawn was easier said than done. She had put around word at a couple of cantinas that she was looking for people who dealt in artifacts, but had yet to have any real hits so far. She now stood outside of her most recent attempt and leaned against the railing, looking out over the station. The absolutely dreadful station. All twisted metal and despair, no plant life, nothing to connect it to nature. She felt very far and disconnected from Dathomir out here. Perhaps more isolated than she had ever felt.
She shook the thought from her head as she turned back to catch a glimpse of a woman drawing closer. A mixture of metal worked directly into her body, it was a strange sight despite her travels in the galaxy. She had seen cyborgs before, but she couldn't really say that she was particularly used to it yet.