Charlene Adaska
I of the Storm
Hutta
"Yew whan't rride? We take yew far. Veddy far, ya? Yew want rride, lady?"
The emerald faced mirialan smiled at each passerby at the space port on Nal Hutta. Her thick accent was picked up by natives and visitors alike on this slimeball of a planet. Foreign, obviously. From somewhere very, very far away. Exotic. She received offers from men in just about every space port she went to. Girls with thick accents seemed for exotic, and therefore were seen as a status symbol. To have a foreign alien girl on your arm was like wearing rare animal furs, and if they happened to be cute too? Well, all the better.
The last person to approach her was a slaver. Well, he didn't introduce himself to her and say for certain that he was a slaver, but Nhadir knew. He'd been pushy. Too pushy. And he tried to get her to come back with him to his ship. That had been a dead give away. She'd simply waved one of her friends over, an old wookiee named Ka'zaac, and the slaver took off like lightspeed. It helped to have friends at every spaceport.
Now it was back to work. Nothing made credits like taking on passengers. People were always going somewhere and it wasn't uncommon for people to travel on ships with complete strangers for a fee. But you had to be careful. Pirates sometimes used this to their advantage. She'd had to throw guests off her ship before for trying to take it.
"Good room! Good flying! Veddy, veddy big room! Safest shep in de 'verse! Come soon! Time limited! Only room two more to midrim!"
"Yew whan't rride? We take yew far. Veddy far, ya? Yew want rride, lady?"
The emerald faced mirialan smiled at each passerby at the space port on Nal Hutta. Her thick accent was picked up by natives and visitors alike on this slimeball of a planet. Foreign, obviously. From somewhere very, very far away. Exotic. She received offers from men in just about every space port she went to. Girls with thick accents seemed for exotic, and therefore were seen as a status symbol. To have a foreign alien girl on your arm was like wearing rare animal furs, and if they happened to be cute too? Well, all the better.
The last person to approach her was a slaver. Well, he didn't introduce himself to her and say for certain that he was a slaver, but Nhadir knew. He'd been pushy. Too pushy. And he tried to get her to come back with him to his ship. That had been a dead give away. She'd simply waved one of her friends over, an old wookiee named Ka'zaac, and the slaver took off like lightspeed. It helped to have friends at every spaceport.
Now it was back to work. Nothing made credits like taking on passengers. People were always going somewhere and it wasn't uncommon for people to travel on ships with complete strangers for a fee. But you had to be careful. Pirates sometimes used this to their advantage. She'd had to throw guests off her ship before for trying to take it.
"Good room! Good flying! Veddy, veddy big room! Safest shep in de 'verse! Come soon! Time limited! Only room two more to midrim!"