Nyx
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After several months, the sunlight hurt her eyes.
That was the first thought coming to Nyx's mind as she was escorted out of the prison, the guard with her lazily keeping his blaster trained on her. As if she was actually going to take him out as she was leaving this place. Idiot.
"Alright, missy. Here are your belongings."
Nyx took the small pile, including her signature jacket, her sword, and her two revolvers. The prison fatigues she was wearing were a light blue, and extremely baggy on her athletic form. She couldn't wait to burn these damn things.
"Want a refresher course on goings on while you were locked up? Apparently, some new group of those Mando freaks has risen up. Headed by a guy calling himself the new Mandylure. [member="Isley Verd"], I think."
Nyx's head jerked up, her eyes narrowing.
"Is that right?"
She muttered. She threw her jacket on over her fatigues as she stuck a cigarra in her mouth, the prison guard leaning forward with a light.
"Yup. They hang around Echoy'la, these days, though I heard they just hit Mygeeto. So a crim like you should probably stay out of that sector, unless you want to get strung up for having no honor."
Nyx nodded, inhaling deeply, feeling the cigarra's chemicals entering her veins.
Isley Verd. The name the orphanage she had been raised at had left for her. Her father. He was Manda'lor, now, huh?
Maybe she should ruin this day of celebration.
"Thanks, Reggie."
She turned to leave, the guard waving her off.
"Seeya in a few months, Nyxie."
The message was brief, but that's just how she was as a person.
Come to Dantooine, three days from now. Meet me outside the Screaming Tauntaun, south side of the planet. I have some info you're going to want to know.
Sincerely, an old friend.
She loitered in the alley beside the building, her cigarra lit and emitting smoke as she leaned against the wall, her hands in the pocket of her jacket. Dear old daddy was in for a bit of a surprise.
That was the first thought coming to Nyx's mind as she was escorted out of the prison, the guard with her lazily keeping his blaster trained on her. As if she was actually going to take him out as she was leaving this place. Idiot.
"Alright, missy. Here are your belongings."
Nyx took the small pile, including her signature jacket, her sword, and her two revolvers. The prison fatigues she was wearing were a light blue, and extremely baggy on her athletic form. She couldn't wait to burn these damn things.
"Want a refresher course on goings on while you were locked up? Apparently, some new group of those Mando freaks has risen up. Headed by a guy calling himself the new Mandylure. [member="Isley Verd"], I think."
Nyx's head jerked up, her eyes narrowing.
"Is that right?"
She muttered. She threw her jacket on over her fatigues as she stuck a cigarra in her mouth, the prison guard leaning forward with a light.
"Yup. They hang around Echoy'la, these days, though I heard they just hit Mygeeto. So a crim like you should probably stay out of that sector, unless you want to get strung up for having no honor."
Nyx nodded, inhaling deeply, feeling the cigarra's chemicals entering her veins.
Isley Verd. The name the orphanage she had been raised at had left for her. Her father. He was Manda'lor, now, huh?
Maybe she should ruin this day of celebration.
"Thanks, Reggie."
She turned to leave, the guard waving her off.
"Seeya in a few months, Nyxie."
The message was brief, but that's just how she was as a person.
Come to Dantooine, three days from now. Meet me outside the Screaming Tauntaun, south side of the planet. I have some info you're going to want to know.
Sincerely, an old friend.
She loitered in the alley beside the building, her cigarra lit and emitting smoke as she leaned against the wall, her hands in the pocket of her jacket. Dear old daddy was in for a bit of a surprise.