Ain't No Rest for the Wicked

[Malik Rodarch]

Nar Shaddaa, the Smuggler's Moon, Little Coruscant. What a wondrous place, a metropolis of sin and credits! The Big Easy! Hutt City! The 'what did I just step in' World! To purchase more vaguely humorous names for Nar Shaddaa you will need to unlock the Louise Makes Up Stuff DLC package for the low low price of twenty credits. We accept PayPal. What? Where are you going?!

“NOB SKIN KITTY.”

I beg your pardon?

“CUT OFF HIS TAIL!”

Gamorreans, it was always Gamorreans. As if the Brill the Demo-Cat hadn't already lost life's lottery by being so small he also had the added perk of constantly attracting angry pig men. If he calculated it out he likely spent half of his life running away from thundering wart-encrusted feet.

Every single time he had vowed, no more! That he would no longer do any more business with Gamorreans but they were big, stupid walking credit bags. How could he not?

Opportunist, baby!

Opting for the two-footed fleeing method Brill scampered throughout the mean streets of Nar Shaddaa, weaving through the ever-flowing obstacle course of legs before him. His pursuer of course, just barrelled through everybody, but I mean pig men weren't known for being subtle, or gracious (with the exception of course of Frod, the famous and very graceful Gamorrean ballet dancer).

Fortunately in this scenario, Brill was the faster of the two, not being slowed by the standard mobs of the criminal moon and it only took a small dive into an unassuming alleyway to evade the furious creature. Although Brill did in his panic leap into an open dumpster in the process, trying to stay as still as possible despite the fact that the crafty Cantrosian definitely sat in something that squelched.

Yeesh.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

The smuggler's moon. The view was simply... Breathtaking. Never before had she seen such vivid colors outside of her own imagination, yet here they were, so bright and shiny that she almost felt as though she could reach out with her hands and feel the colors upon her skin.

It was a rare sight for the child to be excited to this degree over anything. Most of her waking days now she spent in general apathy, furthering her studies, knowing that step by step she was working on reuniting herself with those who mattered. Her trip to Nar Shaddaa was not meant to be an important one, as the woman who thought she was her Master sent her to fetch some packages.

Yet the moment she stepped outside of the spaceport, the child's heart had been won over. This... This was much better than the forests and fields that had painted her early years, before the guardian stepped in to ensure she would remain a child for centuries.

Setting any thoughts of the package for a little while, she simply stood by the railings of the upper street, her knuckles with from the sheer physical strength she was holding, the adrenaline coursing through her body, reminding her of nerve endings she had entirely forgotten existed.

So distracted was she by the lights, that she no longer used the Force to sense her surroundings - and as a result, was utterly unaware of the chase that was happening and nearing her by a few feet every moment. That is, she wasn't aware of it until the big one just grabbed her, ripping her away from the railings, and tossing her little body backwards as if she were a mere rag doll.

Her body and throat froze at once, nothing but a little mmmphg! escaping her as she landed ass first in the garbage.


[member="Brill"]

 

[Malik Rodarch]

Who sits on the sitters?

Not a question that ran through Brill's mind as he remained focused upon being the very definition of stillness. What are Gamorreans blind now? If you don't move they can't see you? I don't think that's entirely factual, young man.

Truth be told the Cantrosian almost soiled himself as an object was flung into the garbage, had they seen him? Surely not! He was so certain. There was a muffled squawk as whatever had joined him in dumpster diving squashed him, pressing his furry little butt into whatever it was that squelched. By gum, he was going to have to take one long hard sonic shower after this experience.

A few moments passed, then a few more and the absence of grabbing green hands meant that he had not, in fact been caught. He could relax. Slightly.

The demo-cat went to move, trying to shift whatever was sitting on top of him but couldn't. He assumed that it had been trash, but it was awfully warm, and breathing. Garbage friend? Was this somebody else's home? Angry tramps abound?! Hope not!

“You're squashin' me, pal...”

[member="Elora"]

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Flying had never been one of her powers. Truth be told, she'd never imagined it one day would be. And while in almost every aspect of her childish life, she was a girl full of grace, her drop into the garbage can was rather clumsy. And there were... Packages, beneath her.

Her frozen face broke into one of pure disgust and she shook around, trying to find stable footing before lifting her tush, when she heard the little grunt.

Forgetting all about stable footing, Elora jumped up with a little shriek, and now anger was everything her face portrayed. Whatever it was, it'd made her shriek!

"A rodent!" she growled, and one of her feet came out, trying to kick the hairy thing.

[member="Brill"]

 

[Malik Rodarch]

The creature sitting on him shrieked.

A little girl? Oh Coruscant, no matter who controls your mean streets you just don't stop the mass production of gutter orphans, do you? We need to build shelters for them, you know? You can't just have dumpster children flapping about, can you? No siree, bob! Brill almost felt a shred a pity.

Almost.

You see when a small foot came ricocheting off of the Cantrosian's head alongside the remark of rodent he no longer felt anything for the wretched garbage girl. “Rodent?! Listen here, missy! I'm feline!”

It wasn't his proudest moment, no, but in a fit of indignant annoyance Brill moved to clamp his moderately sharp teeth down upon the little girl's leg. I never said he was a saint.

[member="Elora"]