Jada Raxis
-Take me out, to the Black-
Nar Shaada. It was the seat of dreams and broken hopes to many. Jada sniffed another line of glitterstim, and growled. She hated civilian transport liners. Being stuffed in between to fat slobs was enough to make anyone go crazy, and thankfully the trip had just ended.
And it was about time too....
"This is the captain speaking, we have arrived safely! Please standbye for landing then you may move about the cabin."
"I want to move now.." she muttered, fidgeting with the straps.
Beep!
The light came on and she was up. With a smooth movement she unsnapped her straps and jumped up, running over the legs of the hapless passengers. some of them groaned and others threw their arms up surprised. Jada chuckled, dropping in a catlike crouch.
She was the first one to the door.
And as it opened she stepped off, moving quickly to exit the port. There was much to see and much to do. What she really wanted was a ship, and the best place to find a private sale was usually a cantina. Smugglers and the like ran rampant here, so the cantina was of course the spot.
And low and behold there was one, right down the street.
Ignoring everything else the young woman moved through the door and found her seat at the bar. One hand flipped back her cowl whilst the other one slapped three credit chips to the wooden bar with a clinking sound.
"Greetings lass, what brings you here?"
"Fortune and fame, is that what you want to hear?"
The bartender smiled, wrinkling his ugly eyes at her.
"Hmm that's what I usually hear. I'm guessing something else for you. Spy? Maybe running from the law?"
"Or maybe it's none of your business. Drink please."
"Aye ok, here ya go."
And it was about time too....
"This is the captain speaking, we have arrived safely! Please standbye for landing then you may move about the cabin."
"I want to move now.." she muttered, fidgeting with the straps.
Beep!
The light came on and she was up. With a smooth movement she unsnapped her straps and jumped up, running over the legs of the hapless passengers. some of them groaned and others threw their arms up surprised. Jada chuckled, dropping in a catlike crouch.
She was the first one to the door.
And as it opened she stepped off, moving quickly to exit the port. There was much to see and much to do. What she really wanted was a ship, and the best place to find a private sale was usually a cantina. Smugglers and the like ran rampant here, so the cantina was of course the spot.
And low and behold there was one, right down the street.
Ignoring everything else the young woman moved through the door and found her seat at the bar. One hand flipped back her cowl whilst the other one slapped three credit chips to the wooden bar with a clinking sound.
"Greetings lass, what brings you here?"
"Fortune and fame, is that what you want to hear?"
The bartender smiled, wrinkling his ugly eyes at her.
"Hmm that's what I usually hear. I'm guessing something else for you. Spy? Maybe running from the law?"
"Or maybe it's none of your business. Drink please."
"Aye ok, here ya go."