Runi Verin
Two pounds shy of a bomb.
Bright Jewel Sector; Ord Mantell
Ord Mantell City
Sunset / Dusk
The sun had just begun to drop beneath the horizon by the time Runi had made it planet side, the streets and alleyways surrounding the docks being cast in a series of burnt orange hues by the fast fading light. Caught between the transition of night and day, the hustle and bustle of foot traffic had begun to gradually dwindle to a low ambient hum, leaving the salvager with little company save for the sound of her own footfalls. Given the planet’s current state of affairs, and the rising tension of the local populace over the encroaching Sith and Republic battlelines, a little quiet breathing room wasn’t necessarily a bad thing when all things were considered.
It was a touch unnerving, however. Especially when you knew, from personal past experience, it was during such rare and quiet moments that things had a way of kicking off. The quiet before the storm, the collective held breath, call it what you will, pauses like these never ended well. And the last thing Ru needed right now was to be caught in a riot. Or worse. No, the sooner she met her contact, the sooner she was off this spinning dirt ball.
With that thought fixed firmly in mind, the salvager picked up her pace with renewed purpose, ducking off the beaten path and into the maze like throng of back alleys. Had she been more observant, she might have noticed the sound of a second pair of footsteps joining her own, but as it was the went unheeded until it was almost too late and her new found companion was almost on top of her.
“E chu ta,” Runi swore quietly, following it closely behind with a litany of other choice expletives and obscenities that would make even the most seasoned docker blush, directed both at her own inattentiveness and apparent luck. On instinct, her hand]reflexively dropped not to her blaster, but the weathered grip of the heavy wrench at her back, seeking out the reassuring presence and heft it provided. Her gaze sweeping across the alleyways nooks and crannies, extending her senses, both mundane and otherwise, in the hopes of picking out their presence before it got any worse.
“Not to go castin' aspersions on your no doubt civil an’ neighbourly intentions, pateesa,” She called out, voice level and with an edge to it that she hoped would make any would-be footpads or dusters looking to make a quick cred think twice before tangling with her. A little optimistic perhaps, but there was always a first time for everything. “But I’d take it as a personal kindness if you karked off back the direction you came. A handful of creds ain’t worth a cracked skull, trust me on that.”
Ord Mantell City
Sunset / Dusk
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The sun had just begun to drop beneath the horizon by the time Runi had made it planet side, the streets and alleyways surrounding the docks being cast in a series of burnt orange hues by the fast fading light. Caught between the transition of night and day, the hustle and bustle of foot traffic had begun to gradually dwindle to a low ambient hum, leaving the salvager with little company save for the sound of her own footfalls. Given the planet’s current state of affairs, and the rising tension of the local populace over the encroaching Sith and Republic battlelines, a little quiet breathing room wasn’t necessarily a bad thing when all things were considered.
It was a touch unnerving, however. Especially when you knew, from personal past experience, it was during such rare and quiet moments that things had a way of kicking off. The quiet before the storm, the collective held breath, call it what you will, pauses like these never ended well. And the last thing Ru needed right now was to be caught in a riot. Or worse. No, the sooner she met her contact, the sooner she was off this spinning dirt ball.
With that thought fixed firmly in mind, the salvager picked up her pace with renewed purpose, ducking off the beaten path and into the maze like throng of back alleys. Had she been more observant, she might have noticed the sound of a second pair of footsteps joining her own, but as it was the went unheeded until it was almost too late and her new found companion was almost on top of her.
“E chu ta,” Runi swore quietly, following it closely behind with a litany of other choice expletives and obscenities that would make even the most seasoned docker blush, directed both at her own inattentiveness and apparent luck. On instinct, her hand]reflexively dropped not to her blaster, but the weathered grip of the heavy wrench at her back, seeking out the reassuring presence and heft it provided. Her gaze sweeping across the alleyways nooks and crannies, extending her senses, both mundane and otherwise, in the hopes of picking out their presence before it got any worse.
“Not to go castin' aspersions on your no doubt civil an’ neighbourly intentions, pateesa,” She called out, voice level and with an edge to it that she hoped would make any would-be footpads or dusters looking to make a quick cred think twice before tangling with her. A little optimistic perhaps, but there was always a first time for everything. “But I’d take it as a personal kindness if you karked off back the direction you came. A handful of creds ain’t worth a cracked skull, trust me on that.”
