huggin_munnin
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Ceska sighed with tremendous boredom, striding amongst the stalls in the marketplace near the safe house. She'd been encouraged to familiarize herself with the streets around the pub during her downtime. Balmorra was heavily industrialized, perhaps not as productive as before the viral outbreak, but enough to make it dull. People mostly worked in the factories, their lives organized around work hours.
There was a heavy sense of oppression in the air. Perhaps it had something to do with One Sith occupation,but factory worlds seemed to all share the feeling. Ceska couldn't imagine living like that. Ossus always had trees and verdant green, clean air and sunshine. She had come to prefer it that way.
[member="Kitty"]
There was a heavy sense of oppression in the air. Perhaps it had something to do with One Sith occupation,but factory worlds seemed to all share the feeling. Ceska couldn't imagine living like that. Ossus always had trees and verdant green, clean air and sunshine. She had come to prefer it that way.
[member="Kitty"]
