The Melting Pot.
The three words conjured an imagery of a food paradise. Anyone who stepped foot into Chasin City would soon find the delicious smell of food floating out of the eateries. Bakeries putting out loaves of freshly baked bread. Pipping hot stimcaf brewing in the cafes. Succulent seafood captured from Rock Point Bay grilled and served in the restaurants, including the famous Plenty's. Even if you were on a budget, you could find something to your liking in a local cantina.
Which brought us to a familiar blonde sitting in a cantina, nursing a cup of stimcaf while having a nice plate of bread with grilled sardines. An economical meal, but Mariya was on a budget. In the past, she was a prominent figure in an Underworld cartel. Not an ordinary mobster, but a mercenary who had tight connections with a red hair pirate queen who ran the whole place. Saede Taggart of Velusia was so infamous that her mere name would conjure up fear among the other criminals.
But that was the past... a long time ago. The good old days where credits ran freely. Now, the mercenary lived a simpler life. She had came out of retirement after the whole Underworld cartel collapsed to make a living. The galaxy holonet had recently announced the birth of twins from a certain Queen of Commenor and there were calls for increase in security. Mercenaries like her were flooding the city, trying to find a way to be hired for providing security services.
The blonde finished her meal, tossed her credits on the table and left the noisy cantina. Her next stop was the long queues that seemed to stretch infinitely from the Royal Palace's main foyer. She found herself admiring the magnificent architecture, the off white marble walls and ornately designed decorations. The palace was certainly a place of beauty, although the noise level from the crowd drove her nuts. Citizens were trying to pay their respects and well wishes to the queen's newborns. Mercenaries were (surprisingly) lining up in an orderly fashion to report to the Justice department or the Security Office.
She moved to the end of the queue where the other guns for hire were. Most of them were talking among themselves to see how they could get themselves hired, so none paid much attention to the newcomer, other than an occasional curious glance trying to figure out if Mariya knew what she was doing. She knew that look at times. People judge her appearance and think she could not wield a weapon. Blonde jokes still existed in this day and age.
Not that it mattered to her. What mattered was the chance to offer her services to the queen, hopefully for a good fee. She stuffed her ears with earphones and tuned in to her music selection. A soothing orchestral piece to match the mood of the grand palace. She prayed that the queue would hurry up. Or perhaps the queen would somehow call for her.
"Fat chance, Mariya. She doesn't know a commoner like you."
Mariya sighed at the silly thought popping in her head and dismissed it quickly. This was going to be a long day.
Edited by Mariya Fleischer, 16 January 2018 - 01:35 AM.