Miya Ashera
Pink & Deadly
The tall building had once been home to a law firm. Law had no place on Balosar. It had since then been abandoned and fallen in decay. A local crime syndicate had recently taken it and restyled it into becoming their new headquarters. On the outside the tower was clearly marked with rust and pollution. The inside was not much better. A thin layer of smoke always seemed to linger near the roof, a result of its new residents less than healthy habits.
The lower levels were for the most part left alone, and the upper ones were mainly used for storage. The syndicate had gravitated towards one of the middle floors that had used to be a cantina. Many of the walls had been taken out, making it a larger, more open area. There were a few rooms on the side, although most of the crew slept in the floors above. Above that again was the office for the leadership, in this case a Balosar named Ghent Shala.
There was no shortage of delusions of grandeur, something Shala had made sure of. He and his crew seemed to be trying to set themselves up as rulers of the city. The dream was to live in royal splendour, with a population too afraid to cross them. The reality was that they had a long way to go before gaining any sort of influence over the planet. They had vision, but for now they remained a small operation.
The lower levels had a few patrolling guards stationed here and there. Naturally, there were two by the main entrance, and another one waiting by the elevator. It was a rusty piece of junk, and for those who with little faith in the metal box, the stairs were always an option. Most kept to the cantina, however, enjoying a few drinks while discussing what shenanigans to do next. The area functioned sort of like an open market, open to a few vetted outsiders looking to buy spice, drinks, slaves, or hired thugs. It was on this floor Saoirse was too, though she did not find herself enjoying much of what the cantina had to offer.
Things had taken a turn for the worse for Saorse Reyes. Regardless of whatever misfortune a person experienced, Balosar was a constant reminder of how things could always get worse. It was a place that did not give without taking something in return. It had given her control over a local bar and its side-business in dealing with spice. Now everything was falling apart, and she stood left with nothing. The crime syndicate who she had begrudgingly been paying protection money to was none too pleased to hear she had lost their spice shipment. She had also been working with another contractor, trying to replace them and render their “protection” unnecessary, but to her knowledge they did not know about that yet. As a direct consequence of losing the spice, however, they had decided that both she and the bar belonged to them now.
The long-haired blonde, perhaps most recognizable by her neck tattoo found herself chained up on the end of the room opposite to the entrance. Her outfit was simple and mostly black, with a low-cut tank top and form-fitting black pants. The back of her top was torn in the shape of scratch marks. For their entertainment, she had had a close encounter with Shala’s kath hound. Luckily for her, it was mostly fabric, not flesh that got ripped open.
Though her legs were free, it didn't help much when both wrists were tied together with a chain hanging from the roof above her. She wasn't alone either, there were four other people on either side of her. One of them, a Chiss of all things, was having a heated discussion with one of the gang members. Their talks were suddenly concluded with the loud sound of a blaster being fired. Alright, so there were only three people on either side of her…
[member="Nikias"] [member="Aramir Eldarion"] [member="Gheleon"] [member="Gren Reaper"] [member="Natalya Thane"]
