Atta-boy
Coruscant:
Lower Levels.
Exact Location: Unknown
Exact Time: Unknown
The nice thing about Coruscant was that it’s underworld never changed. Even as powers fight to maintain control of it, in the shadows, behind the scenes: crime and credits would ultimately rule the world. Well that was true for most of the galaxy, but Ata didn’t know that.
“Remind me never to get in anything that flys again.” Ata grumbled to himself. He groaned as he rubbed his temples and watched a speeder zoom past him. He had found his way to Coruscant to find some work. Well, that was actually a lie to save him the embarrassment of accidentally getting on the wrong ship. That was a few hours ago, he had been wandering ever since.
Somehow the teen found his way to the lower levels, he couldn’t tell you where though. It all looked the same to him. Ata leaned against a wall near an alleyway and caught his breath.
“Where the heck am I now?” Ata muttered as he surveyed his surroundings. Around him was mostly a random assortment of seedy cantinas and derelict buildings, but who knows what could be going on behind those doors.
He sighed and watched as people of all backgrounds walk by from shady gunslinger types to rich visitors from the upper levels: all trying to stick a hand into the pot they called The Underwold. He tried talking to them before, but nobody would give him the time of day. He guessed they were too busy to help him.
For now Ata decided to wait. He wouldn’t for long though, as somewhere around him he heard yelling and blaster fire sounding off.
I wonder if a droid went haywire.
Ata wondered as he scanned his surroundings.
Kayin Verde
Lower Levels.
Exact Location: Unknown
Exact Time: Unknown
The nice thing about Coruscant was that it’s underworld never changed. Even as powers fight to maintain control of it, in the shadows, behind the scenes: crime and credits would ultimately rule the world. Well that was true for most of the galaxy, but Ata didn’t know that.
“Remind me never to get in anything that flys again.” Ata grumbled to himself. He groaned as he rubbed his temples and watched a speeder zoom past him. He had found his way to Coruscant to find some work. Well, that was actually a lie to save him the embarrassment of accidentally getting on the wrong ship. That was a few hours ago, he had been wandering ever since.
Somehow the teen found his way to the lower levels, he couldn’t tell you where though. It all looked the same to him. Ata leaned against a wall near an alleyway and caught his breath.
“Where the heck am I now?” Ata muttered as he surveyed his surroundings. Around him was mostly a random assortment of seedy cantinas and derelict buildings, but who knows what could be going on behind those doors.
He sighed and watched as people of all backgrounds walk by from shady gunslinger types to rich visitors from the upper levels: all trying to stick a hand into the pot they called The Underwold. He tried talking to them before, but nobody would give him the time of day. He guessed they were too busy to help him.
For now Ata decided to wait. He wouldn’t for long though, as somewhere around him he heard yelling and blaster fire sounding off.
I wonder if a droid went haywire.
Ata wondered as he scanned his surroundings.
Kayin Verde