L O S T
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Anarris, The Unknown Regions // Rastar City
Headed To Meet Her Contact // With [member="Realek Biske"]
♫ // We Are Not Your Kind Of People
Won't Be Cast As Demons
Creatures You Despise
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As Kal made her way through yet another urban sprawl, she could not help but sigh.
It seemed that no matter where in the Galaxy she went, she always ended up someplace busy, with men and women constantly moving back and forth, absorbed in their own little lives. Working jobs they despised for subpar wages in order to buy things they didn't need. Or just the very basics. Even on worlds where droids were a frequent commodity you still found citizens forced to do most menial jobs, after all it was cheaper in most cases to hire organics that could be pressed for every penny, who could stimulate the economy, than to purchase a whole workforce of droids and keep them in good repair. Well maintained.
Sometimes that work was done for free. Did Anarris have slaves, or indentured servants? Well, Kal didn't exactly know. But she wouldn't put it past some of the obviously well-off members of society, those who owned the towering high rises, who resided in penthouses, or in some cases large estates out in the greenspace that bordered the City itself.
Such was the way of things, she'd found. Those with more credits than they knew what to do were often the ones most likely to keep a tight hold on it, to find ways to avoid using it. People were a commodity just as much as wealth or worldly possessions. In fact in the eyes of far too many in this Galaxy, people were possessions.
That thought had crept into her mind as she walked those streets, from the spaceport where her beloved Solitude was docked to the cafe within which her contact was waiting. Who exactly it was she could not say for sure, in fact she didn't even know what the job specifically entailed. But it had come with the promise of more credits than Kal usually made in ten, twelve, regular jobs.
It wasn't as though she had come to the Unknown Regions for any other reason, though, few ever really did. Hopefully the job would not fall through. Hopefully the credits promised would be the true payment. And hopefully the job itself would not be beneath her. After all, even for space-trash Kal had standards.
There were some things even she would not do for a great payday.
With a heavy sigh the woman stepped into the cafe, and glanced around. While she didn't exactly know who she was looking for, she figured they'd be sat alone and watching the door for her arrival. If not? Well, she had her datapad for that.