Private Down The Streets We Go

[Mercy]

TERMINUS
Quinn Varanin

She didn't enjoy being in Sith space.

This was ironic considering anyone reasonable would certainly consider her one. But it was too easy. The people here were practically shying away the moment she passed by. They knew there was no protection for them from people like her. Anywhere else, be it Alliance space or even non-aligned worlds, they could count on the military or the law enforcement to try and assist them if something popped off.

Here?

Not at all.

Secondly, Mercy didn't forget the fact she had a bounty on her arse. Sure it was from the old Sith Empire. She had spent weeks if not months binging through alcohol, chemicals, sex and violence in the pits of Nar Shaddaa. By the time Mercy resurfaced from her 'sabbatical' the New Imperial Order had given the Sith a bloody eye and then a bloody nose. If she had returned straight away?

Yeah, maybe, she could have explained it.

Instead Mercy had snorted, shrugged her shoulders and not looked back at the Empire again. She found out later that a bounty had been placed on her head. For running away from the Sith Order as an acolyte.

So even though this wasn't the same Sith Empire Mercy felt the spot between the blades of her shoulders itch. It would only take a single Sith with a long memory to clock who she was and try to cause an issue. At the very least they might try and recruit her into this silly Order business. As if Mercy didn't have something better to do. But Mercy wasn't a careful sort at all. She had business on Terminus and that was that.

This is how the Sith Knight strode casually through the streets, whistling a tune, smoking her smoke and chewing from a nutrition bar at the same time.

Only mild cares in the world.

 

[Quinn Varanin]

//: Mercy //:​

Terminus was a place Quinn never thought she'd find herself. The planet was infested with an ill companies such as pirates and bounty hunters. Drunks and drug addicts littered the dark alleys, making the cautious woman cringe. The unfortunate astronomical object was a point in Sith space that seemed valuable to someone important. So instead of fighting it, Quinn ended up on Terminus.

"The building should be around here somewhere," she told herself under the high collar of her jacket. As much as this place was under Sith rule, it didn't mean they were welcomed. Already she could feel the hungry eyes of the street urchins staring in her direction. It would be unfortunate if one of them decided to act upon their desires. Quinn cautiously bound the jacket tighter around her body, seemingly seeking warmth in the desolate streets.

No one thought further to her, significantly when her soft expressions hardened - reminding them that she was a Sith of sorts. Her journey continued, footsteps drowned by the chatter of drug deals happening in the cover of the alleys. Quinn groaned, feeling like she had been walking for hours when it should have only taken a few minutes. 'I'm lost.' she thought quietly, doing her best not to look as lost as she felt.

If only there was a familiar…face. Quinn stared hard as a figure moved through the sea of peasants. Curious ways the Force worked, it was the only way to explain the emergence of someone Quinn only knew through her parents and forced play dates. Never in a million lightyears did she expect dense, stubborn ol Mercevelya Danton Eristo to pop up on Terminus, of all places. She had heard rumors of her wedding day and had always wondered what had happened to the woman.

The years have been kind to her.

With a newfound determination, Quinn moved towards the fire-haired woman and stopped. With a flick of her wrist, the burning end of the smoke dissipated, and the Echani scolded the woman sarcastically, "I highly doubt eating ash along with your rations helped you grow to be that size." As much as she wanted to use the woman's name - she figured and remembered that noble names only meant death in places like Terminus.

"Long time no see," Quinn smirked, giving the half-Firrerreo an inviting wink.

 

[Mercy]

Quinn Varanin

Mercy blinked as her cigarette went out.

It wasn't raining, was it?

Another blink up to the sky. Nope, dry as a- well. Anyway, Mercy glanced around and then noticed a woman staring at her, before she began speaking to her in a very familiar way. Echani, yeah. Familiar not just in the way she spoke but also in the way she looked. Sure, most Echani looked similar to one another, but this was something else.

She didn't immediately respond.

Looked her up and down. Head tilt. "Huh, karking Her Highness Varanin herself." Mercy drawled with a lazy smirk. "They finally let ya outta the Echani throne room an' into da real world, babe?"

This was a different Mercy than Quinn remembered.

The one from history had been rebellious, yes. But also several heads shorter, thinner and weaker, and with a crisp High Tionese accent. All of that was replaced with what Quinn was seeing now. Slabs of muscle, a smoky accent that wasn't just because of the cigarette. Only the look in Mercy's was the same.

As if Mercy was the center of the world and everyone around her should be honored to be near her.

Hands settled on her hips.

"You lookin' way better now than back then. Finally lost the pig tails, huh?" Or had it been one of her handmaidens with the pig tails...