Tanalth
Crazy Never Looked this Good
The news had been broadcasting nearly five minutes after it happened. A small ship had crashed onto one of Courascant's landing bays, no one killed but many injured and a number of profitable damages in the process. It was only mid-day and already Courascant was more abuzz than usual. The crash seemed so sudden and yet so violent at the same time, as if someone wanted it to crash. There was someone killed but not in the crash itself. A body was pulled from the wreckage. A twi'lek pilot who's neck had been broken long before the ship had crashed. And on his forehead was a small message written in what seemed like marker.
"Always buckle up!"
There were signs of someone else having been in the ship but there was no other body to be found. What no one really noticed was the discarded space suit nearby along with a small trail of glass that was leading away from the crash site. Someone or something did indeed get out but they were long gone by the time the authorities showed up. The trail lead into the undercity where, an hour later, someone would find a closed clothing store broken into with a number of clothing stolen. Given the size of each one taken it was clear the person in question was large.
An eight foot tall figure had been pushing her way through the crowds as she continued through the Undercity. She was wrapped in heavy cloaks that made her outfit look like a rag-doll attire. Sometimes she stopped, sniffing the air, before turning her direction. As people were pushed aside or knocked down they would want to say something, but the size of the figure intimidated them too much. Anyone who did got a cold stare of two yellow eyes peering from the dark, hidden face underneath the hood.
As the figure continued to walk she stopped, took another whiff of the air, and said to herself "This would be so much easier if I could smell anything." That didn't seem to stop her conviction as she hummed to herself "~Come out, come out. Wherever you are~"
[member="Kezeroth the Beholder"]