Nevira
Character
“Wh- Again?! How do you know? Y- You some kind of freak or somethin’?” A low voice erupted from one of the many busy side streets within the bustling underworld. Neon signs painted their glow across the grey duracreet cityscape, providing most of the light within this shadow world. Amid the bustling markets and thoroughfares were thousands of sentients of all shapes and sizes hurriedly making their way in every direction. It was incredibly easy to get lost in a place like this. Even easier to disappear.
“Lady Fate hasn’t smiled yet, but you still have more cybernetic limbs. Perhaps she’ll be entertained if you attempt again.” A black veiled figure said with an unnerving smile, sitting cross-legged atop a stack of old crates on the side of the street. In front of her was a rather tall Besalisk and two of his buddies, a young, nervous human man and a Sullustan. “L- Look boss maybe we should just keep moving. We’ve wasted enough time with the cracked-out soothsayer.” The sullustan noted with an irritated sigh, prompting the veiled woman to tilt her head slightly in his direction. He instantly tensed up. “I never claimed to know her designs, but I can make educated guesses.” She went on to say. “Win the next round and get all your implants back and more.” She continued, looking back toward the besalisk. Two of his four arms were missing, having been cybernetic in nature but recently removed. They were sitting in a small pile next to the “soothsayer” along with several other black market implants. Out of frustration, the tall alien ignored his friends and quickly detached his third cybernetic arm and placed it on a crate next to them. The veiled figure’s smile widened.
The cards were shuffled, picked, and placed, but no matter how many times he tried, the man couldn't get the winning hand he was looking for! “You cheatin’ son of a hutt! I know you’re shifty someh-” The man’s rage overflowed, now having lost all but one of his limbs to this street game. His voice was interrupted, however, when the figure lifted her head slightly and flashed her yellow eyes. Despite the underworld being pretty far removed from the events of the surface, news still travelled quickly about the recent Sith conquest. The small group didn’t want to risk pushing this woman any further, and with a frustrated sigh, they stomped away, leaving the veiled figure alone with her small pile of illicit implants. “I suppose she wasn’t entertained after all.” The woman would mutter to herself, watching the one-armed alien and his friends walk away.
Nevira hadn’t been on Coruscant long, but already she had gravitated toward the darker side of the planet. Literally and figuratively. The underworld was absolutely teeming with despair and madness. The perfect breeding ground for unorthodox weaponry. In her particular interest: Black market cybernetics. She had been running a small game using old tarot cards, betting some of her own tech against the implants of those who showed interest. Thanks to her use of the force, she had no problem “improving” her odds. Now she had amassed a modest collection of smaller implants, and she was preparing to call it a day when the corrupted pantoran noticed a different presence in the force. It was subtle, like a cold wind drifting past her shoulder, but it was enough to cause Nevira to turn. There she saw a woman with extensive cybernetics of her own, though they looked far too advanced to be any normal black market scrap. Curiosity welled up inside the woman.
“Would the bright-haired woman with a heart and body of metal care for a friendly game to pass the time?” Nevira would say just loud enough for the mystery woman to hear, still keeping most of her face hidden beneath the black veil, save for her smile. “The stakes can be iron, or friendly knowledge if you prefer.” She said with genuine curiosity.
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“Lady Fate hasn’t smiled yet, but you still have more cybernetic limbs. Perhaps she’ll be entertained if you attempt again.” A black veiled figure said with an unnerving smile, sitting cross-legged atop a stack of old crates on the side of the street. In front of her was a rather tall Besalisk and two of his buddies, a young, nervous human man and a Sullustan. “L- Look boss maybe we should just keep moving. We’ve wasted enough time with the cracked-out soothsayer.” The sullustan noted with an irritated sigh, prompting the veiled woman to tilt her head slightly in his direction. He instantly tensed up. “I never claimed to know her designs, but I can make educated guesses.” She went on to say. “Win the next round and get all your implants back and more.” She continued, looking back toward the besalisk. Two of his four arms were missing, having been cybernetic in nature but recently removed. They were sitting in a small pile next to the “soothsayer” along with several other black market implants. Out of frustration, the tall alien ignored his friends and quickly detached his third cybernetic arm and placed it on a crate next to them. The veiled figure’s smile widened.
The cards were shuffled, picked, and placed, but no matter how many times he tried, the man couldn't get the winning hand he was looking for! “You cheatin’ son of a hutt! I know you’re shifty someh-” The man’s rage overflowed, now having lost all but one of his limbs to this street game. His voice was interrupted, however, when the figure lifted her head slightly and flashed her yellow eyes. Despite the underworld being pretty far removed from the events of the surface, news still travelled quickly about the recent Sith conquest. The small group didn’t want to risk pushing this woman any further, and with a frustrated sigh, they stomped away, leaving the veiled figure alone with her small pile of illicit implants. “I suppose she wasn’t entertained after all.” The woman would mutter to herself, watching the one-armed alien and his friends walk away.
Nevira hadn’t been on Coruscant long, but already she had gravitated toward the darker side of the planet. Literally and figuratively. The underworld was absolutely teeming with despair and madness. The perfect breeding ground for unorthodox weaponry. In her particular interest: Black market cybernetics. She had been running a small game using old tarot cards, betting some of her own tech against the implants of those who showed interest. Thanks to her use of the force, she had no problem “improving” her odds. Now she had amassed a modest collection of smaller implants, and she was preparing to call it a day when the corrupted pantoran noticed a different presence in the force. It was subtle, like a cold wind drifting past her shoulder, but it was enough to cause Nevira to turn. There she saw a woman with extensive cybernetics of her own, though they looked far too advanced to be any normal black market scrap. Curiosity welled up inside the woman.
“Would the bright-haired woman with a heart and body of metal care for a friendly game to pass the time?” Nevira would say just loud enough for the mystery woman to hear, still keeping most of her face hidden beneath the black veil, save for her smile. “The stakes can be iron, or friendly knowledge if you prefer.” She said with genuine curiosity.
Arris Windrun