L O S T
Ethos City, Lithios
It had been quite some time since Mara had felt genuinely free from Imperial pursuit.These lands were restrictive, its people oppressed and brainwashed by viral propaganda, yet its influence was its own. No outside forces to contend with, no Galactic Wanted List in sight. Just a people stuck in their own ways, filled with xenophobia and an inherent paranoia.
Her papers had been inspected to the fullest degree. Miss Mara Minnau, Human out of Tatooine, nothing there to really raise a brow, finest forged paperwork a spacer like she could afford. Humans were like cockroaches, they were found in every corner of the Galaxy, they were lecherous like that. A Half-Firrerroan, Half-Kiffar? People tended to remember that if they heard it.
She'd had a far easier time getting planet-side, nevermind in the City proper, than the Elom who had been in front of her. Where they'd dragged him off to Mara could not say, but she knew deep down she was glad she didn't have to find out.
And so there she was, lost within the vivid splendor of the Red Light Sector, where the fluorescent holo-images were almost enough to induce seizure. It seemed harmless enough for one such as she who knew all of the tricks, especially when she discovered she'd stumbled upon a casino not too unlike the ones from her youth. The bar in its center sent a shiver down her spine, the memories of her last drink flashing to the forefront of her mind, and though she wanted no part in it she made a b-line for it all the same.
"Green Chooss, please," she ordered with a low yet respectful voice; while it was non-alcoholic, it wasn't the kind which raised eyebrows. A sophisticated drink, in the eyes of most, or so she had come to discover throughout the years.
She turned after paying, surveying the room, while shoving the remaining credit chits from the transaction back into her pocket.