Zagara Vao
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[member="Abyss"]
It was a cold night in Lessu as Zagara stepped back out onto the streets. The cold, but dry arid air of Ryloth blasted in her face once more - her red, leathery skin brushing it aside under the hood of her cloak. Behind her, another pub in ruins - another petty fight with humans, fellow Twi'lek, Gamorreans, maybe a Mandalorian or two. It meant little. At the end of the day, it was just another bar brawl she was unfortunate enough to be dragged into.
All this for what, mynocks? A few nuggets? Pride? Insipid little creatures.
Her bitter inner dialogue assaulted her again as she now wiped a little streak of blood from her nose. Her Z6 baton hung from her utility belt by heir waist, parts of it blackened by the burning electric current that ran through it, and others stained with blood. This was a good fight - then again, any fight where she walked away relatively unscathed was a good one. The nuggets, although necessary for survival, mattered little by now. Zagara was going on rage at this point, and Ryloth had no shortage of lowlifes to take it out on. Such was the fate of an ex-slave orphan, she figured. Life had given her no closure either - she tried to run from the past, but it screamed out to her from days long since past. She killed her friends, fellow slaves, her master, and for what? So that now she could wander Ryloth's surface day to day living like a fugitive on some days, and a scoundrel on others?
What'd mother say to me now?
Little more than a few paces down the street however, by the corner, a hunched figure too was out on the streets at night. Something was different however, something sinister, but something powerful. Her stomach lurched and her heart rate quickened as they approached each other - neither saying anything. As the two crossed paths and walked away from each other, immediately a flash - quick glances of nightmares long since buried along with childhood; disturbing visions of turbulence and chaos. She winced slightly under her cloak, but could hold it in no longer. The stranger was no ordinary Twi'leki, if he was even from here.
"Haly! (Ryl/Twileki for "visitor")", she broodingly but loudly said, still looking the other way. She then slowly turned around in the wind, her purple eyes now revealing themselves to the stranger as she stared intently at him. What was that you just did? Who are you?"
It was a cold night in Lessu as Zagara stepped back out onto the streets. The cold, but dry arid air of Ryloth blasted in her face once more - her red, leathery skin brushing it aside under the hood of her cloak. Behind her, another pub in ruins - another petty fight with humans, fellow Twi'lek, Gamorreans, maybe a Mandalorian or two. It meant little. At the end of the day, it was just another bar brawl she was unfortunate enough to be dragged into.
All this for what, mynocks? A few nuggets? Pride? Insipid little creatures.
Her bitter inner dialogue assaulted her again as she now wiped a little streak of blood from her nose. Her Z6 baton hung from her utility belt by heir waist, parts of it blackened by the burning electric current that ran through it, and others stained with blood. This was a good fight - then again, any fight where she walked away relatively unscathed was a good one. The nuggets, although necessary for survival, mattered little by now. Zagara was going on rage at this point, and Ryloth had no shortage of lowlifes to take it out on. Such was the fate of an ex-slave orphan, she figured. Life had given her no closure either - she tried to run from the past, but it screamed out to her from days long since past. She killed her friends, fellow slaves, her master, and for what? So that now she could wander Ryloth's surface day to day living like a fugitive on some days, and a scoundrel on others?
What'd mother say to me now?
Little more than a few paces down the street however, by the corner, a hunched figure too was out on the streets at night. Something was different however, something sinister, but something powerful. Her stomach lurched and her heart rate quickened as they approached each other - neither saying anything. As the two crossed paths and walked away from each other, immediately a flash - quick glances of nightmares long since buried along with childhood; disturbing visions of turbulence and chaos. She winced slightly under her cloak, but could hold it in no longer. The stranger was no ordinary Twi'leki, if he was even from here.
"Haly! (Ryl/Twileki for "visitor")", she broodingly but loudly said, still looking the other way. She then slowly turned around in the wind, her purple eyes now revealing themselves to the stranger as she stared intently at him. What was that you just did? Who are you?"