Vaermina
Imbalance
She felt the ship shake as they entered into the atmosphere. Finally, it would seem they were about to touch down. Amata Santii didn't exactly have access to a nice view or regular updates from the pilot on how they were doing on their course. This was mainly due to the fact that no one was supposed to know she was even there. She had stowed away on the ship, fleeing The Retreat, much in the style of her sister Astrid. Of course, in Amata's case it was no cowardice, but ambitions of glory that drove her away from the place where she had grown up.
The young blonde did not move as the ship found its landing pad. She didn't know it yet, but they had just touched down on the Smuggler's Moon, also known as Nar Shaddaa. After waiting for what she considered to be an appropriate amount of time, she exited the ship.
Now, the Togruta half-breed found herself alone, without any money, without much of anything, on the overpopulated capital of crime. There was no turning back at this point though, and Amata pressed on. All she could do was walk forwards. There was no other option.
She would try to seem inconspicuous, draped in a dark, hooded cloak that masked her otherwise tribal-like outfit (she did not look urban at all). First she needed to find our where she was, and assess the situation. Ideally, she could get her hands on a ship, some credits, or both. Unaware of what she would do next, oblivious to what she was walking into, Amata made her way past the small landing pad, and into the crowded mess that was Nar Shaddaa.
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