Really edgy
They said variety was the spice of life, and they weren’t wrong. But that never meant variety felt very exciting.
And as Lirka made her way through Golbah city, the capital of the Confederacy that she had sworn some loose and half-empty allegiance to she could remember those words. She had never been on Geonosis before, truly despite being over a century old she hadn’t experienced all that much in terms of the many planets of the Galaxy. Always alternating between a usual list.
She didn’t like it very much.
The city and the planet both. Golbah felt...dull...to her. She was used to the hives of scum and villainy like Nar Shadda, Choah, Anzat, this place was so goody-two-shoes in comparison. Where were the lowly spice-dealers? The thugs that wanted to shank you and take your shiny bits for a few credits? It was so…clean. And where would be someone she could bash in for messing with her? Dull, just utterly dull. Her armor felt (almost) totally unnecessary and gave the would-be “Mandalorian Protector” an unnecessary intimidation factor to all the lowly runts scurrying around her.
She’d scoff if it wouldn’t draw so much attention, over the past while she’d been becoming more bitter, the Dark Side took root into her ever deeper with each passing decade, at current year she had began to despise weakness, the content little masses who toiled around in meaningless lives and broke like bugs at the slightest punch. Challenges, she craved them more and more.
And maybe some distant spark of hope laid within her as she progressed into the “Sprawl”, as they called it, it reminded her of the scum-holes of the Galaxy a little. But only a little, it still held that same air as the rest of the city. And it took only a wayward glance of the glowing eyes that her near faceless helm had to make a would-be mugger run away in raw fear. So pathetic. This place just felt pathetic to her. Hopefully there was some work she could do, or a small-time gladiatorial pit she could earn some credits in. Just something actually exciting.
Glowing lights caught her eyes eventually, a cantina. Her kind of place. And it took no time for the Sephi to gain a stride to her step as she quickly made her way in, drawing more than enough eyes. She was...strange. Her armor was totally custom and held the exotic craft that one would expect from a Sephi. Seemed too nice for a place like this, but as brutal as necessary.
Her eyes scanned around the place, and she could feel the tingling again. Silently cursing under her breath, was another force sensitive here it seemed..
[member="Scherezade deWinter"].
And as Lirka made her way through Golbah city, the capital of the Confederacy that she had sworn some loose and half-empty allegiance to she could remember those words. She had never been on Geonosis before, truly despite being over a century old she hadn’t experienced all that much in terms of the many planets of the Galaxy. Always alternating between a usual list.
She didn’t like it very much.
The city and the planet both. Golbah felt...dull...to her. She was used to the hives of scum and villainy like Nar Shadda, Choah, Anzat, this place was so goody-two-shoes in comparison. Where were the lowly spice-dealers? The thugs that wanted to shank you and take your shiny bits for a few credits? It was so…clean. And where would be someone she could bash in for messing with her? Dull, just utterly dull. Her armor felt (almost) totally unnecessary and gave the would-be “Mandalorian Protector” an unnecessary intimidation factor to all the lowly runts scurrying around her.
She’d scoff if it wouldn’t draw so much attention, over the past while she’d been becoming more bitter, the Dark Side took root into her ever deeper with each passing decade, at current year she had began to despise weakness, the content little masses who toiled around in meaningless lives and broke like bugs at the slightest punch. Challenges, she craved them more and more.
And maybe some distant spark of hope laid within her as she progressed into the “Sprawl”, as they called it, it reminded her of the scum-holes of the Galaxy a little. But only a little, it still held that same air as the rest of the city. And it took only a wayward glance of the glowing eyes that her near faceless helm had to make a would-be mugger run away in raw fear. So pathetic. This place just felt pathetic to her. Hopefully there was some work she could do, or a small-time gladiatorial pit she could earn some credits in. Just something actually exciting.
Glowing lights caught her eyes eventually, a cantina. Her kind of place. And it took no time for the Sephi to gain a stride to her step as she quickly made her way in, drawing more than enough eyes. She was...strange. Her armor was totally custom and held the exotic craft that one would expect from a Sephi. Seemed too nice for a place like this, but as brutal as necessary.
Her eyes scanned around the place, and she could feel the tingling again. Silently cursing under her breath, was another force sensitive here it seemed..
[member="Scherezade deWinter"].
