Roll for Dignity
OOc: Please dm me and ask if you wish to join and I will coordinate your character in.
Under the canvas of Coruscant's endless cityscape, nestled in the labyrinthine underbelly of steel and neon, was Level 3126 - a place where sunlight had never trod, where the privileged didn't venture, and where law barely held a presence. It was in this concrete jungle of dimly lit streets and worn-out structures that Tella Voland found herself wandering, drawn by a strange knot of unease in the Force.
As she moved through the humming corridors, the stench of rusted metal mixed with the acrid aroma of alien spices and the omnipresent scent of refuse. Shadows danced along the battered walls, thrown by the flickering glow of the neon signs advertising food stalls and cantinas. Somewhere a durasteel door creaked open, releasing a burst of raucous laughter and discordant music, while the hum and drone of conversation echoed through the corridors, punctuated by the occasional shrill whine of a speeder flying past.
Suddenly, the normally inconspicuous sound of scurrying feet broke through the urban cacophony, growing louder and more frantic. Around a corner barreled a figure - small, alien, wrapped in threadbare clothing and panting heavily. Tella could sense waves of fear emanating from the child-like being, its wide eyes glancing back in terror at the darkness from whence it came.
In the span of a heartbeat, two more figures appeared, larger and menacing. Unlike the small alien, these were human, their scarred faces a testament to lives spent in violence. They moved with an eerie synchronicity, dark eyes fixed on the prey they pursued. Crude tattoos marked their arms, the sign of a notorious slave trade network whispered about in hushed tones among the residents of the underworld.
The small alien spotted Tella and made a beeline towards her. The being's language was a frenzied babble, fear making its speech incoherent. The Force was clearer, though, pulsating with its terror and pleading for protection. Tella understood - the small creature had escaped from the slave trade, and these men were the hunters, here to drag it back into bondage.
As the hunters caught up, they looked at Tella, their faces splitting into cruel grins as they reached for the weapons on their belts. They saw just a lone woman, unremarkable amongst the thousands that inhabited Coruscant's underworld. Little did they know that this was no ordinary woman, but a Jedi Knight, standing as a bulwark between them and their quarry.
Under the canvas of Coruscant's endless cityscape, nestled in the labyrinthine underbelly of steel and neon, was Level 3126 - a place where sunlight had never trod, where the privileged didn't venture, and where law barely held a presence. It was in this concrete jungle of dimly lit streets and worn-out structures that Tella Voland found herself wandering, drawn by a strange knot of unease in the Force.
As she moved through the humming corridors, the stench of rusted metal mixed with the acrid aroma of alien spices and the omnipresent scent of refuse. Shadows danced along the battered walls, thrown by the flickering glow of the neon signs advertising food stalls and cantinas. Somewhere a durasteel door creaked open, releasing a burst of raucous laughter and discordant music, while the hum and drone of conversation echoed through the corridors, punctuated by the occasional shrill whine of a speeder flying past.
Suddenly, the normally inconspicuous sound of scurrying feet broke through the urban cacophony, growing louder and more frantic. Around a corner barreled a figure - small, alien, wrapped in threadbare clothing and panting heavily. Tella could sense waves of fear emanating from the child-like being, its wide eyes glancing back in terror at the darkness from whence it came.
In the span of a heartbeat, two more figures appeared, larger and menacing. Unlike the small alien, these were human, their scarred faces a testament to lives spent in violence. They moved with an eerie synchronicity, dark eyes fixed on the prey they pursued. Crude tattoos marked their arms, the sign of a notorious slave trade network whispered about in hushed tones among the residents of the underworld.
The small alien spotted Tella and made a beeline towards her. The being's language was a frenzied babble, fear making its speech incoherent. The Force was clearer, though, pulsating with its terror and pleading for protection. Tella understood - the small creature had escaped from the slave trade, and these men were the hunters, here to drag it back into bondage.
As the hunters caught up, they looked at Tella, their faces splitting into cruel grins as they reached for the weapons on their belts. They saw just a lone woman, unremarkable amongst the thousands that inhabited Coruscant's underworld. Little did they know that this was no ordinary woman, but a Jedi Knight, standing as a bulwark between them and their quarry.
