Private Shadow's Calling

[Kyyrk]

Kyyrk hated Nar Shadda. No matter how many times he left this planet, it always called him back. Some days, it felt like he was never meant to leave in the first place. As he stood leaning against the railing looking out over the vast city below, memories began to resurface. Memories of a simpler time. Of the day his son was born. Or the day he discovered his wife was pregnant. He sighed quietly, looking down at his Chrono. His contact was late. But for once, Kyyrk didn't mind. He enjoyed being alone with his thoughts. For once.

As the graying man looked out across the sea of permacrete, he wondered what life would had been like if he'd never left Nar Shadda. He'd never have met Alessandra Creed , that much was for sure. And that alone was confirmation enough that in the end, he'd made the right choice. He probably would have died young, still the enforcer of some Hutt crimelord. Another casualty in the wars of the underworld. Kyyrk pushed himself off the railing. Perhaps he did mind being stood up. At best, it meant his contact wasn't as reliable as he'd have liked. At worst, his contact was dead in an alley somewhere.

Kyyrk lifted his helmet to his cheek, listening to the feedback offered to signal the Comm's attempt to connect. No answer. The man's brow furrowed, violet eyes squinting into the darkness of the skyline he now faced. He sat still for a moment, trying to decide how worth while this lead was. Truth be told, this one wouldn't be worth much. The asset he was pursuing was outdated in its own right. The best he could hope for was another clue. Another piece of the giant web revealed. It was Alessandra's fault he was in this position. The conversation they'd had about preparing for the worst had sparked something in him. He, too, had felt that way. And now, the worst had certainly happened.

But the codes of yesteryear made little sense to him now. It was as if an entirely separate being had crafted this web of intrigue. And in the strictest sense, that was true. Kyyrk's entire way of thinking was different from the man he'd once been. Mostly. Kyyrk pulled his helmet back over his head, waiting for the vacuum seals to finish engaging. The faceless helmet then turned, staring down one of the nearby alleys. Ten minutes, he told himself. If he couldn't locate the man he was supposed to meet in ten minutes, he'd leave...

...no harm in being nosy, right?​

Adilya Solveig

 

[Adilya Solveig]

Nar Shadda
Kyyrk
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The streets of Nar Shadda were full of life -- putrid, corrupt and decaying life. Adi walked silently down the street, her head down just slightly as she made her way silently and virtually unseen within the crowd. Typically, beggars or those that appeared to be nothing such as Adi made little to no fuss within the normal dealings of day to day life with the smugglers and other worthless forms of life that called this place home... they disgusted her.

Many years ago, her own family exiled her during her teenage years... somehow, she managed to find her way across the stars and found herself here in this cruel and unforgiving environment... it was truly survival of the fittest. However, dispute the strong desire to want to up and leave and find a much easier place to reside, she soaked in the darkness that lie dormant just underneath the normal noise of the daily humdrum. Murder, deceit, lust and fear.... there was much here and daily each evening, Adi bathed within it, meditating and feeding off of the energy, using it to fuel her own inner fury. It taught her to eat, to drink, to breathe... and then, it taught her to see. Resounding within her, a new resolve, a new purpose impregnated itself within her, and she sought nothing else but that, and looked forward towards the day it would come to fruition... but, just on the edge of that purpose, doubt lie just outside the door taunting her, accepting her state for what it was, weak and powerless.

Her clothing compared to most was very tattered and worn... the girl hadn't showered in days and her hair, albeit pulled back was rather unkempt and knotted. A covering rested over her eyes, one made crudely from a torn piece of cloth... which seemed to match the coverings on her worn hands and bare feet. She moved along the rim of the street, making her way towards a vendor as she stealthily grabbed a ration pack and began to walk away... but, just as she did, a hand reached for her wrist, roughly grabbing it and wrenching her backwards... "Chit" she inwardly thought... getting caught every once in a while was bound to happen, but it was a rare occurrence... but getting more common as she physically had little to no energy from malnutrition. "Where do you think your going womp rat? Think you can steal from me and just walk away?!?" Time itself seemed to stand still as Adi simply stood there, the hidden fury now bubbling to the surface as she spoke through gritted teeth. "I don't have money to pay, I'm starving... but, its just a small --" A hand came across her face as the large stall owner slapped her clear onto her feet. Spinning just slightly and hitting the ground with he force of a rag doll that a child threw Adi coughed as her hands formed fists. "Your not even sorry you pathetic little witch... but you will be, if your not the sorriest lot come this evening.... " The stall owner whistled as three men, presumably to her hired muscle to keep peace emerged from the store as the man pointed to her. Tearing herself up off the ground Adi took off in a all out sprint as she weaved in and out of the crowd, cutting into an alley way she knew if she could just make it to the large market venue, she'd loose the three dolts that pursued her, but, she had underestimated them.

A hand shot out from a alleyway branch off, knocking Adi clean off her feet again as her head hit the pavement with a sick thud. Two had pursued her, while the third spilt off and flanked her. "Dammit..." She moaned as the man that strong armed her picked her up by the shirt, slamming her into the wall. "Hey boys... boss said to teach her a lesson huh?.... He didn't say how though did he?" His hands beginning to linger and search, the other two moving in with foul intent -- just as Adi's leg came up, kicking the man in the groin, simultaneously dropping her to the ground with a thud and grunt. "You STUPID girl! I'll kill you, I'll KILL YOU!" Mercilessly the three men began to kick and beat Adi as she lie on the ground, anger swelling up within her as each kick seemed to almost rile her up further until she could hold it in no longer, flashes within her mind appearing. Opening her mouth, an experience occurred like none other before as a high pitched, and distorted scream emerged from her -- amplified by and with the dark side of the force propelled and slammed all men back around her into opposite directions. Stunned and moaning the men lie on the ground for a few moments gathering their bearings as Adi, granted without physical sight, what she could see with was extremely distorted and unclear as she tried to lift herself up and out of the own puddle that was now her blood, but, to her chagrin, she couldn't, and then, the darkness came and took her as she passed out.... the men now getting up, knives coming out as they sought to kill.