Amals'Oren'Anuulic
Character
-Coruscant, Lower levels -
Sorena walked lightly down the broken streets of level 1313. This was her first foray into the criminal underbelly of the galaxy, and to say the least. She was more than a little disgusted by it. Upon leaving the Chiss Ascendancy she hadn’t known what to expect but this wasn’t it. Durasteel playing lay bent and broken on both the walls and streets. Fungus grew almost everywhere, and a cacophony of indiscernible stenches assaulted her nose. The general populace around her didn’t look much better. To top off the whole thing was a series of almost constant visions of attacks that almost always led to death. Not her own of course but of everyone else around her. The generalized lawlessness of the area was more than slightly terrifying. In all honesty if it hadn’t been at the behest of her Aunt Sio she wouldn’t be here now.
Her tentatively called aunt had told Sorena to experience some of life. Experience it and see it for what it was before she would grant her wish. The wish that Sorena kept as secret as she could save from her aunt. To have her ability with the force not only saved, but boosted as well. The very idea of seeing and feeling more than just the precognitive abilities of her race was appealing. More than she ever thought it would be. Having grown up knowing that her powers would leave her eventually was just part of life. So to find her ancestor whom she called aunt. To find her and for her to offer to help was a dream come true.
It was about this point that Sorena reached her destination. Having passed a few broken pillars with lights dangling down. A couple exposed wires with sparks of electricity coming off them. She knew that this was the marker for the cantina known as the Den. A hive of scum just like everything on platform 1313.
Once she crossed the threshold she was accosted by a myriad of things. The music was loud and pounded against her eardrums. The smell of many bodies close together, as well as the many species gave off a light stench. All the sweat and other gases mixed was gaseous and slightly nauseating. That’s not even to account for the smell of the smoke in the air as well. What that was from Sorena didn’t even want to know. The cantina itself looked just as you’d expect. Chairs and tables all around, booths along the walls. Large screens showed the latest huttball scores and arena fights. Neon lighting outlined the ceiling and a band of Bith played on a stage. The group was going for sultry music and succeeding. The somber tones made Sorena feel like dancing slowly.
The young Chiss girl made her way to the bar. Red eyes flashing around as she pulled her coat tightly around her body. The intent was to try dancing. Her aunt had done this eight hundred years ago, and thought it was good learning. Or more just something besides the safety of the fleet or Csilla. “This better be worth it.” She said to herself. “Aunt Sio will never hear the end of it otherwise.”
The clearing of a throat brought her eyes to the bartender. The burly human male was staring down at her, glaring. This only caused Sorena to grin anxiously and begin to stammer through her explanation. “Um.... hi... sorry.” She said as she fidgeted. “So, yeah. I’m here to uhhhh...” she held the syllable. Something she’d done to her great horror. “Oh geez, yeah sorry again.” A deep breath and another anxious grin. “You see, the thing is my aunt says that I need to get out and experience life, and well I disagree but ya know she’s the boss so we do what she says.” Now rather than stammer she was talking so fast it was hard to follow. She knew this as well. Her aunt had pestered her relentlessly for these habits. “Anyways, so she told me to come here to maybe try out dancing cause I love to dance back home. I’m told Winter can’t stand it but ya know it is what it is.”
The big man cut her off with a loud cough that highlighted as a throat clear. “Listen here. If yer gonna dance, then yer gonna do it in front of the crowd. No auditions, no tryouts. You get out there tonight, or you get the hell out.” The man motioned to a curtain behind him. Sorena assumes it led to a staging area for the bands and dancers in the cantina. “Tell the other girls why yer here, and maybe get some pointers from Lyn. Don’t want it to stink.”
The man was brash and rude yes, but he had helped at least. Had directed her to where she needed to go and go she would.
Sorena walked lightly down the broken streets of level 1313. This was her first foray into the criminal underbelly of the galaxy, and to say the least. She was more than a little disgusted by it. Upon leaving the Chiss Ascendancy she hadn’t known what to expect but this wasn’t it. Durasteel playing lay bent and broken on both the walls and streets. Fungus grew almost everywhere, and a cacophony of indiscernible stenches assaulted her nose. The general populace around her didn’t look much better. To top off the whole thing was a series of almost constant visions of attacks that almost always led to death. Not her own of course but of everyone else around her. The generalized lawlessness of the area was more than slightly terrifying. In all honesty if it hadn’t been at the behest of her Aunt Sio she wouldn’t be here now.
Her tentatively called aunt had told Sorena to experience some of life. Experience it and see it for what it was before she would grant her wish. The wish that Sorena kept as secret as she could save from her aunt. To have her ability with the force not only saved, but boosted as well. The very idea of seeing and feeling more than just the precognitive abilities of her race was appealing. More than she ever thought it would be. Having grown up knowing that her powers would leave her eventually was just part of life. So to find her ancestor whom she called aunt. To find her and for her to offer to help was a dream come true.
It was about this point that Sorena reached her destination. Having passed a few broken pillars with lights dangling down. A couple exposed wires with sparks of electricity coming off them. She knew that this was the marker for the cantina known as the Den. A hive of scum just like everything on platform 1313.
Once she crossed the threshold she was accosted by a myriad of things. The music was loud and pounded against her eardrums. The smell of many bodies close together, as well as the many species gave off a light stench. All the sweat and other gases mixed was gaseous and slightly nauseating. That’s not even to account for the smell of the smoke in the air as well. What that was from Sorena didn’t even want to know. The cantina itself looked just as you’d expect. Chairs and tables all around, booths along the walls. Large screens showed the latest huttball scores and arena fights. Neon lighting outlined the ceiling and a band of Bith played on a stage. The group was going for sultry music and succeeding. The somber tones made Sorena feel like dancing slowly.
The young Chiss girl made her way to the bar. Red eyes flashing around as she pulled her coat tightly around her body. The intent was to try dancing. Her aunt had done this eight hundred years ago, and thought it was good learning. Or more just something besides the safety of the fleet or Csilla. “This better be worth it.” She said to herself. “Aunt Sio will never hear the end of it otherwise.”
The clearing of a throat brought her eyes to the bartender. The burly human male was staring down at her, glaring. This only caused Sorena to grin anxiously and begin to stammer through her explanation. “Um.... hi... sorry.” She said as she fidgeted. “So, yeah. I’m here to uhhhh...” she held the syllable. Something she’d done to her great horror. “Oh geez, yeah sorry again.” A deep breath and another anxious grin. “You see, the thing is my aunt says that I need to get out and experience life, and well I disagree but ya know she’s the boss so we do what she says.” Now rather than stammer she was talking so fast it was hard to follow. She knew this as well. Her aunt had pestered her relentlessly for these habits. “Anyways, so she told me to come here to maybe try out dancing cause I love to dance back home. I’m told Winter can’t stand it but ya know it is what it is.”
The big man cut her off with a loud cough that highlighted as a throat clear. “Listen here. If yer gonna dance, then yer gonna do it in front of the crowd. No auditions, no tryouts. You get out there tonight, or you get the hell out.” The man motioned to a curtain behind him. Sorena assumes it led to a staging area for the bands and dancers in the cantina. “Tell the other girls why yer here, and maybe get some pointers from Lyn. Don’t want it to stink.”
The man was brash and rude yes, but he had helped at least. Had directed her to where she needed to go and go she would.
