Huxy
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[member="Xiarr Sair"]
Of Narshadda Days
Large swaths of rain fell from the thick grey clouds circling above, dumping pounds upon pounds of rain onto the unsuspecting city below. The thick rain splattered onto the metal rooftops below, before slipping off and falling onto either metal walkways or a hard concrete ground below. The buildings seemed to not be affected at all by the heavy downpour. As it seems, neither did the people as well. They walked about as usual among the crime plagued streets of Narshaddaa. Despite rains not being too common on Narshaddaa, people didn't seem to mind too much. They could care less if they got soaked by heaps of rainwater. They were more concerned with staying alive, as that was always a struggle on the planet...or just 'Smuggler's Moon.'
Bright neon lights of reds, oranges, greens, and magentas flashed across the concrete ground, casting off an almost hypnotizing reflection of the lights in the puddles of rain. The signs flashed all sorts of advertisement's, from death sticks, to guns, pit fights...you name it. If you could think about any illegal or just taboo activities, it was probably already being advertised upon the large neon signs above, which changed every few minutes to a different ad in a large cycle of different ads. The people below however, mostly ignored the obnoxious signs from up above. Some looked at the signs, while others didn't. Some people were fighting, while others were giving out alcohol and death sticks...while others just walked about, trying to stay out of trouble.
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Kaiya was one who didn't particularly want to get into any trouble, at least not any trouble with any of the local criminals. No, she wanted to make trouble with a newcomer to Nar Shaddaa. It wouldn't be that hard, honestly. They were easy prey, and it's not like Kaiya was going to kill them. At least, most of the time. Other times she had to because they decided to attack her. Sure she wasn't a saint, but she still tried to defend the defenseless on Nar Shaddaa. Plus, she hated rich people. Though that was more of a personal vendetta than anything else really. She mostly just hated the rich snobs, thinking that they were above everyone else with their thousands of credits and gold-plated watches and those 'fancy' suits. Though a mugging usually did those rich snobs a charity, helped show them that they had to be careful on Nar Shaddaa.Kaiya blended into the crowd quite easily despite the off-putting of her armor. Her body was clothed in a re-purposed and modified set of scout trooper armor. She had found it some time ago when looking amongst the markets of Nar Shaddaa, after she had seen it...well the owner never saw it again. In short, she stole it with the owner chasing after her. Kaiya had modified the armor, both in terms of modifications and just physical appearance. The armor worn a weathered white look upon it, having seen many nights and days under the weather and the toll it took on armor. The helmet had those fighter-pilot jaws on the sides of it closest to the air-filter part. A painted red hand-print was on one side of the helmet while the other side was blank save for a few words with an X across them. The word was, 'Fire,' and it had a faded red X painted across the words. As for the rest of the armor, the chest had a similar design to the jaws on the helmet. The arms had black bandages worn around the wrists and shoulder-pads with some metal fittings.
"Oh boy, who am I gonna mug today?"