It was time to move forward.
Joza was always moving. Front, back, side to side. Didn’t matter as long as she was in motion. But for the past month or so she’d been confined to a hospital bed, only allowed to walk when accompanied by an orderly.
She was stationary. May as well have been dead.
Thyferra was a weird drug induced haze that simultaneously brought out the best and the worst in her. She’d willingly flung herself at a burning planet only to distract a Sith Lord from said burning and then fall victim to a crashing star destroyer. As much as it was odd, she remembered it vividly. Almost as if she were having an out of body experience, watching it all happen.
Joza rubbed a palm against her left eye as she made her way into the casino, trying to fix the prosthetic back in place. It was cheap but functional, and it had served its basic purpose. Today she was looking for something more permanent.
“Excuse me,” She approached what she could only assume to be a bouncer or a bodyguard—a thug, probably. “I’m looking for Enyo Typhos.” She took a pull from her cigarra and exhaled to the side and away from the burly man. Instead of her usual business casual attire, today was all bantha leather from the pants to the jacket. Darkly clad, enough to blend in. “Joza Perl.” She added. “I have an appointment.”
Still as polite as ever, though.
Edited by Joza Perl, 02 January 2018 - 09:21 PM.