On My Way To The Netherworld
Cordelia walked in a sea of faces at the transport station. There was Rodians, Ithorians., Wookiees, Selkaths, and all manner of species making their way to their different flights. The Young Girl in her black hood paid no attention to anyone slightly bumping her, her mind was on other matters. Seeing a bar that was serving hot broth, she made here way there. Taking a stool, she waited for the Droid with turquiose glowing eyes and white oval head to take her order. Sitting next to her her was a Elomin woman with ruby alin and yellow jasper eyes.
“It’s not safe to travel alone.” Said the Elomin as she drank from a silver cup. Cordelia paid the comment no heed, but the Wokan went on.
“You really should hire a guard.”
Coredelia turned, her blood res d eyes peeking beneath the shadow of her hood.
“I can take care of myself.”
The Elomin smirked.
“I am sure.. but there are dangerious outfits here. They are known to abduct people..”
The Young Marr tapped one of her Shoto saber hilts, its chrome shining in the lights.
She found this concerned citizen, if she could call that rather to prying for her taste. So getting up she dropped some credits on the bar and began walking down the terminal.
Outside the cieling to fliir windows was transports, long nubian chrome ships headed across the galaxy. She sensed someone was shadowing her, her innate Tsis’kaar sense signaling that footsteps were tapping the floor and following her pattern. She made for a cornor and hid behind a shield of metal as she watched the Elomin walk past in the crowd. The inter om rang,
“Flight 038 is delayed.. repeat Flight 038 to Alvaria is delayed.”
Cordelia sighed, it looked like she would be stuck here a little longer. It was at this moment she noticed two Duros with their round red eyes making there way towards her. One of them rested their fingers on their blaster pistol as the other spoke,
“Our Lord invites you to meet him in the Ahkar Club.”
The Young Sith squinted her red eyes.
“I have a flight to catch.”
They looked at her,
“It has been delayed.”
Cordelia had learned a from her older brother and father to never go anywhere with strange men, but the alternative was to make a mess in this terminal and possibly get hit with a no flight penalty.
Shrugging, she said,
“Alright..”
The Two Duros escorted her across the terminal, their circular hats combined with her black hood made it look like she was a VIP, when they came to the kiosk outside the club, a pink Twi’lek with very white teeth smiled.
“Welcome to the Club! Have a good stay!”
Her chipper mood made Cordelia more concerned than her armed escort, what was she on Spice?
Inside was her worst nightmare, colorful lights, that kind of music meant to dull the soul so that you’d drink more. She hated these kinda of places, and hated that she was being coerced. Whoever this Lord was, she’d put him on her list.. her kill list.
“It’s not safe to travel alone.” Said the Elomin as she drank from a silver cup. Cordelia paid the comment no heed, but the Wokan went on.
“You really should hire a guard.”
Coredelia turned, her blood res d eyes peeking beneath the shadow of her hood.
“I can take care of myself.”
The Elomin smirked.
“I am sure.. but there are dangerious outfits here. They are known to abduct people..”
The Young Marr tapped one of her Shoto saber hilts, its chrome shining in the lights.
She found this concerned citizen, if she could call that rather to prying for her taste. So getting up she dropped some credits on the bar and began walking down the terminal.
Outside the cieling to fliir windows was transports, long nubian chrome ships headed across the galaxy. She sensed someone was shadowing her, her innate Tsis’kaar sense signaling that footsteps were tapping the floor and following her pattern. She made for a cornor and hid behind a shield of metal as she watched the Elomin walk past in the crowd. The inter om rang,
“Flight 038 is delayed.. repeat Flight 038 to Alvaria is delayed.”
Cordelia sighed, it looked like she would be stuck here a little longer. It was at this moment she noticed two Duros with their round red eyes making there way towards her. One of them rested their fingers on their blaster pistol as the other spoke,
“Our Lord invites you to meet him in the Ahkar Club.”
The Young Sith squinted her red eyes.
“I have a flight to catch.”
They looked at her,
“It has been delayed.”
Cordelia had learned a from her older brother and father to never go anywhere with strange men, but the alternative was to make a mess in this terminal and possibly get hit with a no flight penalty.
Shrugging, she said,
“Alright..”
The Two Duros escorted her across the terminal, their circular hats combined with her black hood made it look like she was a VIP, when they came to the kiosk outside the club, a pink Twi’lek with very white teeth smiled.
“Welcome to the Club! Have a good stay!”
Her chipper mood made Cordelia more concerned than her armed escort, what was she on Spice?
Inside was her worst nightmare, colorful lights, that kind of music meant to dull the soul so that you’d drink more. She hated these kinda of places, and hated that she was being coerced. Whoever this Lord was, she’d put him on her list.. her kill list.