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The sun fades as the night comes. Below was a once proud city, promising in fortune now laid in decay. Now only the scoundrel, exiled and the desperate live here. Ruined skyscrapers stood tall despite the times even with the makeshift shantytowns now laced onto it. Countless lights were lit across the city in preparation for the descending darkness.
In the waterways, various skiffs sped back and forth in traffic. A few spacecraft flew in and out of the port. Daybreak had seen better days decades ago but still it lingered on, refusing to die. Amidst the maze of streets Minerva marched cloaked in a red brown cloak with a blue patch in the middle. It covered her from head to hip as intended.
The helmetless Mandalorian didn't want to disclose her identity, not yet anyway. She reached another corridor before stopping and looking back and forth. Suddenly a loud clang echoed behind and she swung around now armed with pistols. What she saw next made her pause in embarrassment. It was a purple loth-cat that hisses at her before scurrying off to the opposite end.
Shaking her head beneath the hood Minerva then chuckled.
The gang would've gotten a kick out of me being surprised by a street feline.
Thinking about her former troops caused Minerva to sigh as she looked down on the pavement. Swifty the warrior brushed off that ache in her heart before moving forward. She had a job to do after all.
Minutes later she entered what had been a plaza but now a combination of a shanty town and market. As a thin red skinned Nikto merchant haggled with a human spacer over his wares next to her Minerva went onward into the sea of people. Countless stenches, odors and scents mixed together that would've sicken a Nabooian tourist. The warrior had no such problem. She navigated through masses while trying to be aware of possible pickpocketing.
Then just as Minerva avoided bumping into a Weequay repairman when she reached what had been the plaza's central water fountain. Now it was a cluster of makeshift shacks filled to brim with people. She stood and observed, scanning with her eyes until spotting a Sullustan youth on a speeder bike, showing off what she assumed to be his girlfriend.
"There you are."
Anger brewing Minerva marched toward the pair and soon heard her target say something in his language causing the girl to giggle. Subsequently they spotted her coming right at them. Before both could say a word Minerva grabbed the rider by one of his big ears, dragging him off the bike.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch stop-"
Without missing a beat Minerva threw the rider into a wall before getting his face. The latter with a horrified expression recognized Minerva, exclaiming.
"Poodoo!"
"Where is it?"
Nervously chuckling, the rider tried to look around before screaming.
"Help, somebody help!"
She drew a blaster from her right hand, shutting him up and she asked again but with growing impatience.
"Where is it you overgrown womp rat?!"
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