Marina DeVoe
Not a flight attendant... just a risk.
Coruscant...
As there are many look up to the city planet as the spire of the galaxy, there are just as many who see it as the hidden cove for the Underworld and scourge of the galaxy. The same city with it's hundreds of designated surface districts in actuality has ten fold more below where the sun never shines through.
It is within the underfolds of the greatest of all cities that Marina once more encroached upon the Underworl's dark-lit alleyways in search of the truth.
A friend she had learned months ago that had crossed over to the dark side. That lesson had nearly cost her her life...finding herself force choked to near death. as it were most likely the culprit's intention, for her limp unconscious body had been hidden, stuffed in a ventilation duckwork and sealed...her assumed coffin no less.
That was then...this was now.
"You again?..." The voice startled her and she turned, not first recognizing the boy for a moment.
He had longer hair... more upscale attire on, but his eyes soon gave way as to whom he were.
"Jeter..." she formed a smile. Yes, she recognized him. Had met him before. The little boy had taken to steal her bag..only later to get it returned. The boy's father had taken to examine the contents of the goods his son had lifted. They were displaced gypsy like people. people she once had air lifted off as part of an evacuation of civilians.
The father took to knowing who he owed his family's life to and had come along with his boy to return what he had taken.
"How is your father Grahn?" she asked, looking back over her shoulder. Yes, she were up to mischief down here again...apparently.
"He's well..." the little boy replied, coming out into the light...a low key lamp, simulating surface light. They were a few hundred levels down. Down where the little boy knew a woman like her didn't belong.
"What are you doing here?" he asked. he didn't know her well, other than the same woman he had lifted a bag on and the one his tribe seemed to look up to as one owed a stain of blood. It were their way of repaying a life debt, even if it meant one of them would die for her. Only marina had no idea or clue as to it.
"My, aren't we a curious little rascal...haha.." She chuckled. It were quite unusual for her to hear someone of his age asking an adult such a thing.
"I'm guessing no schools down here in session mid-day?."
"I know enough..." he replied, looking her over.
"Well, how'd you guess it was me?..." she spread her arms out for him to have a better look at her slumming outfit. She was in disguise...
sunglasses (down below street level)... second hand army jacket (the kind one could only acquire at a army/navy store...yep, fake) and different color lipstick and untamed hair (like just out of the shower air dry hair).
"Your Doir perfume..." he replied. (the rare expensive Seth's 4400 Ave perfume that was sold in drams, not ounces)
"Oh?..you know perfumes?" She were taken back a moment.
"But I wasn't wearing this last time...I remember having on Tanzier.."
"About the same price per gram." He twitched his nose.
"Oh come on!...no way!"
"Two levels up." His eyes directed her.
"My father actually. He picked it up and sent me down here to see if it was you." he did his best for a little boy to hold back laughing.
"Yea..yea..." she rolled her eyes.
Ok, so she hadn't thought over her disguise objectively.
No, I'm not lost. Just...sigh...looking." She folded her arms, answering quite a smart little boy for his age. But then, he had to be, as he was one of the lower levels street urchins. In his case the son of a gypsy gang leader...a friend.
"Your friend again?
The same one that hurt you before?"
"For a little fella, you sure know a lot"
He shrugged his shoulders and repeated. "I know enough."
"Hmm... you just may at that.
Sigh...
Ok listen. How do I then go about these streets like you. You know...like an alley cat?"
"You can't smell an alley cat, Marina....not down here anyway. Maybe up there on the surface you can."
Ahh, out of the mouth of babes...
An hour later...
"Thanks Grahn..." Marina took the fabric to her nose.
"...can't smell a thing." She said, putting her jacket back on.
She had taken the boy's invite, as per his father, and followed Jeter to his home. There, after a heartwarming reintroduction with Grahn, she was convinced to wash the telltale surface smell off her person and clothing.
"No, I can't let it go.
I tried. I really tried, but I keep waking up in a cold sweat. I can't seem to shake her from my mind. She was a dear friend to me. Something changed her..changed her horribly." She explained to Grahn, the boy's father. He on the other hand were trying to convince her to drop her crusade. She couldn't save everyone. Some people were just lost forever.
"I need to reach her again...bring her back.
...and I need to do this on my own. I don't know what she's capable of if confronted by others." She believed that maybe if she were to find and confront her once best friend alone, that maybe, just maybe there could be some spark of hope that she would remember their friendship.
Grahn, a man with his own code of honor and pride understood. he knew some quests must begotten alone if they were of worth. And he knew Marina had that heart in her. With some sound advice as to how better navigate through the labyrinth of alleys, streets and tunnels down in the Underworld, he bade her good fortune.
An hour later, following her intuition...
"Frak!
Again?...what, I went around in a circle again? What the-...sigh..." Nope, no longer smelling like a princess, an alley cat she still were not. Flustered and tired she looked at her crono. It were still late afternoon up on the surface.
Thirsty she was now and upon stumbling on the same dive she passed like a half hour earlier, one of many cantinas down under....she went inside to secure a good tall drink.
[member="Delila Castillon"]
As there are many look up to the city planet as the spire of the galaxy, there are just as many who see it as the hidden cove for the Underworld and scourge of the galaxy. The same city with it's hundreds of designated surface districts in actuality has ten fold more below where the sun never shines through.
It is within the underfolds of the greatest of all cities that Marina once more encroached upon the Underworl's dark-lit alleyways in search of the truth.
A friend she had learned months ago that had crossed over to the dark side. That lesson had nearly cost her her life...finding herself force choked to near death. as it were most likely the culprit's intention, for her limp unconscious body had been hidden, stuffed in a ventilation duckwork and sealed...her assumed coffin no less.
That was then...this was now.
"You again?..." The voice startled her and she turned, not first recognizing the boy for a moment.
He had longer hair... more upscale attire on, but his eyes soon gave way as to whom he were.
"Jeter..." she formed a smile. Yes, she recognized him. Had met him before. The little boy had taken to steal her bag..only later to get it returned. The boy's father had taken to examine the contents of the goods his son had lifted. They were displaced gypsy like people. people she once had air lifted off as part of an evacuation of civilians.
The father took to knowing who he owed his family's life to and had come along with his boy to return what he had taken.
"How is your father Grahn?" she asked, looking back over her shoulder. Yes, she were up to mischief down here again...apparently.
"He's well..." the little boy replied, coming out into the light...a low key lamp, simulating surface light. They were a few hundred levels down. Down where the little boy knew a woman like her didn't belong.
"What are you doing here?" he asked. he didn't know her well, other than the same woman he had lifted a bag on and the one his tribe seemed to look up to as one owed a stain of blood. It were their way of repaying a life debt, even if it meant one of them would die for her. Only marina had no idea or clue as to it.
"My, aren't we a curious little rascal...haha.." She chuckled. It were quite unusual for her to hear someone of his age asking an adult such a thing.
"I'm guessing no schools down here in session mid-day?."
"I know enough..." he replied, looking her over.
"Well, how'd you guess it was me?..." she spread her arms out for him to have a better look at her slumming outfit. She was in disguise...
sunglasses (down below street level)... second hand army jacket (the kind one could only acquire at a army/navy store...yep, fake) and different color lipstick and untamed hair (like just out of the shower air dry hair).
"Your Doir perfume..." he replied. (the rare expensive Seth's 4400 Ave perfume that was sold in drams, not ounces)
"Oh?..you know perfumes?" She were taken back a moment.
"But I wasn't wearing this last time...I remember having on Tanzier.."
"About the same price per gram." He twitched his nose.
"Oh come on!...no way!"
"Two levels up." His eyes directed her.
"My father actually. He picked it up and sent me down here to see if it was you." he did his best for a little boy to hold back laughing.
"Yea..yea..." she rolled her eyes.
Ok, so she hadn't thought over her disguise objectively.
No, I'm not lost. Just...sigh...looking." She folded her arms, answering quite a smart little boy for his age. But then, he had to be, as he was one of the lower levels street urchins. In his case the son of a gypsy gang leader...a friend.
"Your friend again?
The same one that hurt you before?"
"For a little fella, you sure know a lot"
He shrugged his shoulders and repeated. "I know enough."
"Hmm... you just may at that.
Sigh...
Ok listen. How do I then go about these streets like you. You know...like an alley cat?"
"You can't smell an alley cat, Marina....not down here anyway. Maybe up there on the surface you can."
Ahh, out of the mouth of babes...
An hour later...
"Thanks Grahn..." Marina took the fabric to her nose.
"...can't smell a thing." She said, putting her jacket back on.
She had taken the boy's invite, as per his father, and followed Jeter to his home. There, after a heartwarming reintroduction with Grahn, she was convinced to wash the telltale surface smell off her person and clothing.
"No, I can't let it go.
I tried. I really tried, but I keep waking up in a cold sweat. I can't seem to shake her from my mind. She was a dear friend to me. Something changed her..changed her horribly." She explained to Grahn, the boy's father. He on the other hand were trying to convince her to drop her crusade. She couldn't save everyone. Some people were just lost forever.
"I need to reach her again...bring her back.
...and I need to do this on my own. I don't know what she's capable of if confronted by others." She believed that maybe if she were to find and confront her once best friend alone, that maybe, just maybe there could be some spark of hope that she would remember their friendship.
Grahn, a man with his own code of honor and pride understood. he knew some quests must begotten alone if they were of worth. And he knew Marina had that heart in her. With some sound advice as to how better navigate through the labyrinth of alleys, streets and tunnels down in the Underworld, he bade her good fortune.
An hour later, following her intuition...
"Frak!
Again?...what, I went around in a circle again? What the-...sigh..." Nope, no longer smelling like a princess, an alley cat she still were not. Flustered and tired she looked at her crono. It were still late afternoon up on the surface.
Thirsty she was now and upon stumbling on the same dive she passed like a half hour earlier, one of many cantinas down under....she went inside to secure a good tall drink.
[member="Delila Castillon"]
