Misguided Ghost

Location: Coruscant Underworld
Tags: Taji Nelson
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Ripley strolled through the streets of the underworld, half looking for trouble. It had been some time since she had been back to Coruscant - not since her prison break. However, she hoped the time between then and now had been enough for the local police to forget her name. Even if they caught her, she had managed to slice her way into the system and delete her files, so they wouldn't be able to prove she was a wanted criminal. And so here she was her old stomping grounds, an ornery itch under her skin to make some ruckus.
The sound of her feet on the pavement accompanied by the bustle of people was like music to her ears. She had been stuffed up in ships so long that she had almost forgotten what a real city was like. She turned her head as she heard thumping in the distance, a tell-tale sign of a nightclub. She reached into her pocket, pulling out what few credits she had left, and sighed looking at them. Fun will have to wait, it seems. She put the credits back and continued walking, taking in the sights around her.
Not far off, she saw a man... no, a teenager sitting with a cup out. He looked awfully skinny to Ripley. Her face contorted into a slight grimace as she took out her credits and looked at them again. He needs these more than I do. Ripley wrapped her hand around the metal and began slowly strolling towards the cup. As she approached, her eyes met with a large man coming from the opposite direction. The abrasive smell hit her nose - he reeked of alcohol - though she could also see how drunk he was in the way he stumbled. Ripley paused for a moment, her animal instincts coupled with her precognition making her aware of the coming danger. But it wasn't her the man went after - it was the boy.