Darth Seneca
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It was hard to tell if it was day or night under the smog and towering buildings. The lower levels of Nar Shaddaa were not the prettiest -- but they were certainly the most dangerous.
A backdoor leading to a sparsely populated alley opened, the creak of the rust scraped off drowned by the rhythm of thunderous bass bringing some highly energetic electronic music to life. A slender figure walked through, keeping her weapons hidden by her clothes. The colors of nearby bright signs reflecting off the only part of her that was visible. Her eyes.
Hazel hues surrounded by a dark and chalky paint now turned to the right where the ebb and flow of a busy market strip carried on without a hitch. She made her way into the crowd, disappearing in the waves made up of many shapes, sizes and races, clad in a black tunic with patterns of red over the belt. Comfortable pants and padded boots served to further strengthen a joyful stride.
With a mask and a hood to conceal her identity, the woman forgot the rest of the galaxy for a while and perused some of the stalls and janky shops carelessly arranged and strewn about. Not that anybody seemed to care. Hazards were not an excuse to stop business.
Further into the scum she went, her head bopping along to the beat of the song playing through a hidden earpiece. And while she seamlessly surfed the enthusiastic crowds, she could not get rid of the poise and grace she had so diligently achieved. Not even here in the slum would the noble and elegant Sith in her be subdued.
A quiet confidence was her constant companion. Especially when she took a turn to the left, going past a few brothels and a questionable scrap metal dump. She managed to stay out of trouble, fighting the temptation to steal a few things here and there. Instead, she focused on enjoying the moment, committing details to memory such as the despairing sadness in the eyes of a passing Twi’lek slave and the sharp greed in a toothy grin from a Zabrak in one of the stalls.
And then she stopped. Right in the middle of the narrow street. Others walked around her. Yet she remained firmly in place as she took a slow and thorough study of her surroundings with some slight sense of suspicion. Of caution. And a little bit of delight.
A backdoor leading to a sparsely populated alley opened, the creak of the rust scraped off drowned by the rhythm of thunderous bass bringing some highly energetic electronic music to life. A slender figure walked through, keeping her weapons hidden by her clothes. The colors of nearby bright signs reflecting off the only part of her that was visible. Her eyes.
Hazel hues surrounded by a dark and chalky paint now turned to the right where the ebb and flow of a busy market strip carried on without a hitch. She made her way into the crowd, disappearing in the waves made up of many shapes, sizes and races, clad in a black tunic with patterns of red over the belt. Comfortable pants and padded boots served to further strengthen a joyful stride.
With a mask and a hood to conceal her identity, the woman forgot the rest of the galaxy for a while and perused some of the stalls and janky shops carelessly arranged and strewn about. Not that anybody seemed to care. Hazards were not an excuse to stop business.
Further into the scum she went, her head bopping along to the beat of the song playing through a hidden earpiece. And while she seamlessly surfed the enthusiastic crowds, she could not get rid of the poise and grace she had so diligently achieved. Not even here in the slum would the noble and elegant Sith in her be subdued.
A quiet confidence was her constant companion. Especially when she took a turn to the left, going past a few brothels and a questionable scrap metal dump. She managed to stay out of trouble, fighting the temptation to steal a few things here and there. Instead, she focused on enjoying the moment, committing details to memory such as the despairing sadness in the eyes of a passing Twi’lek slave and the sharp greed in a toothy grin from a Zabrak in one of the stalls.
And then she stopped. Right in the middle of the narrow street. Others walked around her. Yet she remained firmly in place as she took a slow and thorough study of her surroundings with some slight sense of suspicion. Of caution. And a little bit of delight.