Habits

[Arage Bao]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Telos[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px].[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]It was a world with a [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]history.[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] Which did not always say a lot, because most worlds had one history or another - such was the way with planets which existed for as long as they did. But perhaps Telos was a special case this time around.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Thousands of years ago war had ravaged the surface of this world. An effort had been made by the Republic to save the world, recreate it into its old image… with success it seemed. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]The Citadel Station was a relic from those ancient days.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]A huge and sprawling construct in space that covered a big portion of Telos itself, it had been used as a way to contain the various engineers and such for the reconstruction efforts. Now… now it was used as a city. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]The crusades of the Primeval had wrecked so many worlds. So many dead, so much burning for the cause of their Gods and all that was left, all those that had survived… their lives were ruined. All of them came to Citadel Station.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Refugees.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]The orbital works was now a cesspit of corporate greed and criminality. It did not come as a surprise that most of that criminality hailed from the Exchange - or [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]Salvatrucha[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px], as they were officially calling some parts of it. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]A lone freighter docked with a private bay. A man bellowed in the alleys. A smile disappeared into the shadows.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px][member="Shezi Khoza"][/SIZE]

 

[Onley Xiangu]

[SIZE=10pt] Shezi Khoza floated through the crowds, alternating current that she ignored completely much to the irritation of several travelers. Muttering under her breath, she weaved through, drawing attention to herself at the right time – irritation that would work to her advantage when she withdraw her fingers from her ratty sweater to lift the goods out of someone else’s pockets. She was pretty hungry and meals were harder to steal than credits in a place like this – not unless she felt like eating out of the trash, and not today.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt] A huge humanoid – Shezi didn’t know what kind really, she wasn’t concerned, just with his credits – came strolling by and she minded her business until the last minute, pretending to trip and slamming in to his side, tiny hand slipping in to his pockets and lifting something without looking to transfer it to hers. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt] Wrong person though.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt] With an enraged look, the humanoid turned to look down at her, their three foot height difference enough to send any little thief’s knees quaking.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt] Except Shezi.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt] “You give my poodoo back right now little girl, or you’re gonna have an even bigger problem,” he said, looming over her. The crowd milled past, either not noticing or unwilling to become a part of what seemed imminently explosive trouble.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt] Lifting the edge of her ratty sweater just far enough to reveal the blaster stuffed in the waistband of her shorts, she sneered high enough to reveal one gold-plated canine. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt] “Move on ouderling, doing you a favor,” she replied, voice impossibly high-pitched and girly. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt] With a growl her victim reached out to grab for her, a move she’d anticipated at least enough to give her a chance to pull the blaster from her pants, pressing the muzzle to the much taller man’s neck. It would have made for a comical picture – her reaching up so many feet to reach him – had she not looked completely stone-cold about killing him, white eyes staring up unblinking should he be stupid enough to try something. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt] “FOK julle naair, I said move on,” she spat in his face, something he seemed to be considering for a minute before some woman started screaming about the blaster in Shezi’s hand. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt] Kark.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt] Taking a cheap-shot, she kicked between the humanoid’s legs before sprinting off and away from the confrontation. Panic roiled behind her as the security force manning the station started running in the direction the crowd was pointing, though held up by the same. Stuffing her blaster back in her waistband, Shezi skidded around a corner, slamming in to the opposite wall before sprinting down its length. Hide, hide, hide… Leaping over the counter of the closed storefront to her right, she immediately hit the bricks, scooting in to the corner up against the counter and listening for the pounding footsteps of the security team running back. Being incredibly small had its uses.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt] A few minutes later, she pulled the morning’s haul from her pockets, smirking at the watch she’d lifted from the man. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt] This would buy at least a week of food. Now to sell it before that man could report it missing...[/SIZE]

[member="Khaleel Malvern"]​

 

[Arage Bao]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“Ten - she won’t make it.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“Oy vey, you really don’t know when to quit it, do you?” Khal shook his head in mock disgust while studying the scene that was enfolding beneath them. A long time ago he had learned that the best thing a would-be criminal could do was… [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]develop[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] a sense of perspective. It was important to gain the highest vantage point possible and from there be able to see the entire situation for what it truly was.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]For example.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Entertainment Zone Cresh. A stream of people moving back to back from casinos to cinemas and clubs, there was pleasure in the air, adrenaline and stim in the blood… the crowd was rowdy but workable for a tiny thing. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]She knew her trade.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“Fine. Twenty she pulls it off and takes her haul to ol’ Joe’s.” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Simple logistics. Joe wasn’t the closest pawn shop by any stretch of the imagination, and it would actually force her to either cut straight through the same plaza she had just fled from (or perhaps circle around it), but the advantages were clear. Joe was as honest as a thief could get. He took his cut, but didn’t try to play ya anymore than any savvy trader would - no shivs in the back to steal your goods.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“You’re on, pretty boy.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Khal kept on watching as a smile started to grow in the dark. He was already seeing this to its inevitable end and there was a certain sense of [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]opportunity[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] coming up - tests would have to be performed, of course.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]But this one had potential.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px][member="Shezi Khoza"][/SIZE]