The night shift at Ardalon spaceport and the entertainment strip beyond was one filled with plenty of opportunities, from drunk captains stumbling back to the ships to the distracted eyes of those wandering the strip. Holograms, loud music and bright neon lights drew normally cautious eyes away from valuables at their waists. Shadows were longer and darker and all manner of creatures lurked among them, for the tourism trade was an ugly one.
There was of course, some risks for these creatures if caught in their misdeeds but then what like wasn't full of risk. For a former urchin of Coruscant's undercity, Ardalon was a breeze. A filthy squib born in filthy patchwork clothes and equally filthy fur rested on her haunches in the shadows opposite one of the less reputable clubs of the strip. This one was known for its rougher clientele, bounty hunters, thugs and general meat-heads as Mala liked to refer to them as.
Two such meat-heads lurked at the clubs entrance, their words more like grunts as they spoke in undertones, stopping the occasional customer to check them over. Getting in, was tough, some nights she’d have to give up and try another but this little hovel, this was cleptomaniacs most profitable place.
At least, on the occasions she wasn’t caught.
A loud group of mercs were stumbling their way up the promenade, and Mala leant forward fur rising to catch their scent. They smelt of sweat, spice and blood. A pack fresh back from a fight. They angled towards the club doors and Mala took off, scampering through too many feet as she crossed the promenade and into the groups midst, unseen and camouflaged. One at the head of the pack had had one drink too many, and entry was being refused. As they rowed with the bouncers, Mala edged her way closer to the door between feet. One stepped on her fingers and she resisted the urge to sink her teeth into his ankle in retaliation. She hesitated just inside the packs edge before inching her way carefully between their feet for the door, the meat heads too distracted to see her till it was too late.
“Watch it!” one yelled, shoving the merc aside and diving for her. With a manic giggle Mala dove out of reach and into the club, scrambling under the benches that lined the wall before they could catch sight of her again.
[member="Cato Fett"]
There was of course, some risks for these creatures if caught in their misdeeds but then what like wasn't full of risk. For a former urchin of Coruscant's undercity, Ardalon was a breeze. A filthy squib born in filthy patchwork clothes and equally filthy fur rested on her haunches in the shadows opposite one of the less reputable clubs of the strip. This one was known for its rougher clientele, bounty hunters, thugs and general meat-heads as Mala liked to refer to them as.
Two such meat-heads lurked at the clubs entrance, their words more like grunts as they spoke in undertones, stopping the occasional customer to check them over. Getting in, was tough, some nights she’d have to give up and try another but this little hovel, this was cleptomaniacs most profitable place.
At least, on the occasions she wasn’t caught.
A loud group of mercs were stumbling their way up the promenade, and Mala leant forward fur rising to catch their scent. They smelt of sweat, spice and blood. A pack fresh back from a fight. They angled towards the club doors and Mala took off, scampering through too many feet as she crossed the promenade and into the groups midst, unseen and camouflaged. One at the head of the pack had had one drink too many, and entry was being refused. As they rowed with the bouncers, Mala edged her way closer to the door between feet. One stepped on her fingers and she resisted the urge to sink her teeth into his ankle in retaliation. She hesitated just inside the packs edge before inching her way carefully between their feet for the door, the meat heads too distracted to see her till it was too late.
“Watch it!” one yelled, shoving the merc aside and diving for her. With a manic giggle Mala dove out of reach and into the club, scrambling under the benches that lined the wall before they could catch sight of her again.
[member="Cato Fett"]
