Nil Heska
Character
It had been nearly a week since Nil’s ascension to the upper levels of Coruscant. In that time, he had learned his way around well enough. He’d managed to scrounge up a bit of food here and there, too. Most importantly of all, though, he had finally figured out a more efficient way to earn money.
On the crowded streets of the city, it was easier than ever to blend in with the flow of traffic and disappear. The chaos of the hustle and bustle provided ample opportunity to fish into the pockets of unsuspecting passersby. Even better, he’d discovered that bumping into people on “accident” yielded plenty of odds and ends to pawn off to anyone who’d take them.
That scheme was the exact one he’d used earlier today–and it had worked like a charm. After running into a boy who looked a bit younger than him, Nil had snagged a… well, he wasn’t sure what it was. It appeared to be the hilt of a sword, but it had no blade. Nil couldn’t be sure why someone would walk around with a weaponless hilt at their belt, but the reason didn’t particularly matter. All that mattered was the profit he stood to gain from its existence.
Nil turned the hilt over in his hands for the umpteenth time as he walked through the doors of a small pawn shop. The inside was poorly lit save for the occasional flickering glow provided by the neon sign in the front window. Shelves and display cases overflowing with items of every sort took up all of the floor space. Staticy music played from a device someplace he couldn’t see, and the shopkeep, an Ishi Tib called Zertuch, hummed along to the quiet melody.
“What can I get for this?” Nil asked as he placed the hilt on the countertop.
Zertuch stopped what he was doing and moved over to the counter, scratching at his chin. “What is this, some kind of decorative ornament?”
“I was hoping you’d know,” said the boy.
Zertuch picked up the object and tapped on it a few times with a clawed finger. It was quiet for a few moments as he examined it a little closer. Nil leaned against the counter, trying to ignore the ache in his legs and the gnawing feeling in his stomach.
“Call me crazy, but I think this here might be a lightsaber,” Zertuch told him. “It’s not worth much if it doesn’t work, though… Where’d you find this thing anyway?”
Nil shrugged his shoulders. “Doesn’t matter. How do you turn it on?”
“I’m not quite sure…” Zertuch replied as he leaned in a bit closer to the lightsaber hilt.
Nil simply stood and watched as he fidgeted with the thing.
Braze
On the crowded streets of the city, it was easier than ever to blend in with the flow of traffic and disappear. The chaos of the hustle and bustle provided ample opportunity to fish into the pockets of unsuspecting passersby. Even better, he’d discovered that bumping into people on “accident” yielded plenty of odds and ends to pawn off to anyone who’d take them.
That scheme was the exact one he’d used earlier today–and it had worked like a charm. After running into a boy who looked a bit younger than him, Nil had snagged a… well, he wasn’t sure what it was. It appeared to be the hilt of a sword, but it had no blade. Nil couldn’t be sure why someone would walk around with a weaponless hilt at their belt, but the reason didn’t particularly matter. All that mattered was the profit he stood to gain from its existence.
Nil turned the hilt over in his hands for the umpteenth time as he walked through the doors of a small pawn shop. The inside was poorly lit save for the occasional flickering glow provided by the neon sign in the front window. Shelves and display cases overflowing with items of every sort took up all of the floor space. Staticy music played from a device someplace he couldn’t see, and the shopkeep, an Ishi Tib called Zertuch, hummed along to the quiet melody.
“What can I get for this?” Nil asked as he placed the hilt on the countertop.
Zertuch stopped what he was doing and moved over to the counter, scratching at his chin. “What is this, some kind of decorative ornament?”
“I was hoping you’d know,” said the boy.
Zertuch picked up the object and tapped on it a few times with a clawed finger. It was quiet for a few moments as he examined it a little closer. Nil leaned against the counter, trying to ignore the ache in his legs and the gnawing feeling in his stomach.
“Call me crazy, but I think this here might be a lightsaber,” Zertuch told him. “It’s not worth much if it doesn’t work, though… Where’d you find this thing anyway?”
Nil shrugged his shoulders. “Doesn’t matter. How do you turn it on?”
“I’m not quite sure…” Zertuch replied as he leaned in a bit closer to the lightsaber hilt.
Nil simply stood and watched as he fidgeted with the thing.
Braze