Really edgy
Maybe at the core of it all, Lirka felt some nostalgia as she pushed her way through the crowds of one of the Anzat space stations. She had gotten some info this time around as well as half a job pertaining to a fighting ring that had begun to grow amongst the hordes of people. An impressive thing, people, droids, animals, the whole works. Almost reminded her of when she had fought amongst the fighting pits of the Choah Asteroid Belt for decades, but that was a past life.
[SIZE=11pt]Practically shoving people aside, the woman was a tall sight amongst the crowds now that she was in full armor. More than enough to get people to step aside on her own. Good. Hate to have to kill someone along the way.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]She had a feeling her “gifts” would be let out today as she slid her way off to where all the magic happened. Washed with the smell of gore, packed bodies, and cheap booze. The place was half a riot as people shouted and fought (outside the pit) over bets and money. Not too unlike Choah, that brought a half smile beneath her helmet.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Eventually, she forced her way into a small cantina that overlooked the fighting pits. Two large aliens brawling it out with claws and oversized Vibroweapons. Around them the husks of droids that had died beforehand and weren’t any good for spare parts. Well, this was the underworld alright. Ordering a drink she put her helmet aside, a venomous glare given to anyone who might dare try and snatch it before heading off and watching the fight, she was evidently amused at the whole thing and didn’t try to hide it. An uncharacteristic smirk across her face.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Amateurs.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Practically shoving people aside, the woman was a tall sight amongst the crowds now that she was in full armor. More than enough to get people to step aside on her own. Good. Hate to have to kill someone along the way.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]She had a feeling her “gifts” would be let out today as she slid her way off to where all the magic happened. Washed with the smell of gore, packed bodies, and cheap booze. The place was half a riot as people shouted and fought (outside the pit) over bets and money. Not too unlike Choah, that brought a half smile beneath her helmet.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Eventually, she forced her way into a small cantina that overlooked the fighting pits. Two large aliens brawling it out with claws and oversized Vibroweapons. Around them the husks of droids that had died beforehand and weren’t any good for spare parts. Well, this was the underworld alright. Ordering a drink she put her helmet aside, a venomous glare given to anyone who might dare try and snatch it before heading off and watching the fight, she was evidently amused at the whole thing and didn’t try to hide it. An uncharacteristic smirk across her face.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Amateurs.[/SIZE]
