Wonders of the Sith

[Nikolas Faselli]

- CORUSCANT -​

Unspecified Cantina​

[member="Vrag"]​

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What would a blind girl do at Coruscant? What would a Jedi do in Sith space? What would a technologically poor person do in the centre of all achievements of science? These questions didn't matter much that day. All planets were equal to the girl, no matter whom did they belong to. And that one reason brought her to the Sith capital of Coruscant.

The ecumenopolis was one of the most for a blind person, even surpassing planets in the Outer Rim. The planet practically consisted of skyscrapers, of machines everywhere. There was the Undercity of Coruscant, a place where everybody stood for only themselves and where your status in the upper levels didn't matter at all.

That's the place the girl went.

Well, to be honest, the cantina was in the middle levels of the city as no soul with a sense of morality would go that deep under the city. Even the levels the girl currently resided at were not the best for living, even though the poverty of the plant had chosen this as their home due to monetary problems.

Ellya hadn't had these problems in a long time.

The cantina the girl had decided to go was pretty loose when compared to the clubs of the upper levels of the city. People lived their lives with no real drama. If somebody attacked another person, things settled down the easy way -- the fittest wins.

And Ellya wasn't the fittest. Not at all.

The girl wore a ceremonial headpiece she had got since the days when she still lived on her home planet. It consisted of a few bird feathers of different length. Her brown leather jacket, however, was something she had just bought from the planet, and the same goes with her black skinny trousers and leather boots.

Seeyeh, her golden astromech droid, helped the girl at everything. She wouldn't have survived a moment on Coruscant without his help.

"Do you happen to have any bubble water?" she asked.

She was considered underage in many places of the galaxy, so that's why she asked for carbonated water. Why would she drink alcohol?

 

[Vrag]

With the memory of the Outbound Flight wreckage and her binge adventure with [member="Reverance"] still alive in her mind, the Knight was found drinking something highly unusual at one of the cantinas she frequented. It was a dingy place, but not too bad compared to the seedy joints found even further down, and the clientele was certainly better; if nothing else, it gave at least the vague impression of having met a shower in their lifetime, though some certainly didn't seem like they'd progressed to the point of using it. Oh, well.

One must count their blessings in times like these, and Vrag was rarely the type to voice her complaints. She was far more likely to use her fists as stress relief instead; or, rather, the soft parts of whoever riled her up enough to throw a punch. Despite her intimidating appearance, the Sith was quite patient, and it truly took a dedicated and skilled person to get her angry enough. Now, you might laugh — after all, the woman wasn't exactly a saint on the battlefield — but to her, war was another matter completely. When her comrades invaded a planet, usually flanked by thousands of troops that razed just as mercilessly as their leaders, the Knight considered it something akin to a duty to do her part. There was no official murder quota per se, but people that found excuses not to kill month after month were usually looked down upon, if not outright put on trial for their questionable loyalties.

She… wasn't one of those people. Taking lives had long ago lost its impact or difficulty for the tall firrerreo, and while it didn't stop her from thinking about it, those thoughts carried no remorse or sorrow whatsoever. Among the Sith, that was nothing unusual; one way or another, they each learned to cope with their deeds, some outright enjoying them. To the woman herself, death came in many flavors and nuances; in combat, necessity; in a duel, superiority; in a cantina… stupidity.

A casual glance at her surroundings told her that the folks currently occupying the tables were unlikely to stir up trouble, and with a somewhat calmer mind, Vrag turned back to the barkeep. Her mouth parted to order another light beer and continue the easy discussion about podracing when an odd-looking girl quite rudely interrupted them.

"Excuse you?" the Sith turned slightly in order to fully face the petite woman, her blue eyes staring unflinchingly down into the pale orbs of the offender. "We were in the middle of a conversation, kid," she said, gesturing between herself and the barman.

"Did nobody ever teach you how to behave, girl?"


[member="Ellya"]

 

[Nikolas Faselli]

Somebody's voice terrified Ellya. She couldn't see who the person was, but the voice was rude, cruel, the one which could kill people with just words. It sounded awful to her and she didn't quite want to hear that again. Compared to all the people she had talked to before, that one sound was the deepest - not lowest - and conserved.

The girl couldn't see, but the astromech could. He gave her a general overview of what had happened and then Ellya could talk.

"I wouldn't have even started a conversation that was going to be interrupted," the girl tried to be sarcastic. "Now, could I get my drink?"

That night was already going to take a more serious track. Most other people she had met before didn't act that way and she was not used to such behaviour. That had to be a trait of Sith, she thought. And then she realised coming to Sith space was not a mistake because of whom the planets belong to, but who lived on them. People were a lot different from those who lived in the Outer Rim.

Seeyeh took a little glance towards the woman and shivered. He could tell there was going to be some rivalry or even more than that. Great, he thought, she got into trouble again. To protect the girl, he moved between the unknown woman and Ellya, forming some kind of a wall. Of course he was short and the wall was even shorter than the chairs behind the bar.

[member="Vrag"]

 

[Vrag]

The Sith frowned slightly, blinking a few times as she listened to the kid talk. What?

With her visor down to allow for consumption of beer and other beverages, her expression was visible for once, and it certainly must have looked funny. Not that Vrag was really thinking about how the girl would see her; oh, no, she was far too busy deciding whether or not to throw her out of the bar. She hadn't been in a very good mood to begin with, and a girl interrupting her debate with the bartender didn't exactly do wonders for her already cloudy disposition. The Knight narrowed her eyes at the smaller woman as she leaned forward on her stool, looming more than one head above her.

"What's a kid like you doing here, anyway?" the firrerreo asked guardedly, keeping a careful eye on the droid that had placed itself between the two of them. "Coruscant is a dangerous place, girl. Bad people will try to cheat you out of your money... or worse."

Her lips stretched into a wolfish grin as the last of the syllables rolled off her tongue, her sharp canines gleaming in the low light of the cantina.

"Erryk, give the lady her drink," she said as she twisted slightly to talk to the barman, acting like nothing had happened.


[member="Ellya"]