Private Blowing Off The Past

[Alana Calloway]

Tags: Eira Dyn


The neon haze of Nar Shaddaa stretched out before her, endless towers and tangled skyways rising like a durasteel forest beneath the shrouded sky. Traffic lanes blazed with streaks of repulsorlift light, the air thick with the hum of speeders and the murmur of ten million lives moving at once. It was chaos, but even in this chaos, Alana felt the clarity that before, had been missing.

She stood at the edge of a landing pad, cloak tugged gently by the city’s restless winds, breathing it all in. Every sound, every flicker of light, every heartbeat in the crowd below seemed to thread together into a single current. She didn’t resist it. She let the Force flow through her, anchoring her steps, heightening her senses, filling her chest until she felt almost weightless. The burst of the transport behind her whipped up the back of her cloak, but she continued forth, collecting her bag from collections, and pressed on ahead.

Her time away had brought with it a serenity in her mind she had not known prior. Her voyage had led to her being lost in the stars, but now she had returned with something she hadn’t expected: peace. Now she was letting it carry her forward with certainty. It was a welcome change if nothing else.

Alana’s lips curved into the hint of a smile as she moved into the crowd. She did not look lost here; Nar Shaddaa’s noise, its scope and violence, didn’t press into her either as it had in the past. Rather, she felt the previously painful noise of the planet part, like the noise and weight washed off her. She was no longer hiding, nor trying to remain invisible to the galaxy around her. She just, accepted it as being there, and moved on.

Every face she passed, every soul brushing against her awareness, only reinforced what she already knew: she belonged to the galaxy again. Now it was up to her, to see where she fit in this mess.

So much had changed...and yet so had she.

Where to even begin?

 

[Eira Dyn]

Location: Nar Shaddaa
Attire: Club Fun
Equipment: Hidden Lethal Pursuers, blaster pistol
Tag: Alana Calloway

A moment between missions had been granted to Eira, a relief that she could spend in her own ways and Eira was keen on taking full advantage of it. While there were people that she could spend time with, Eira was interested in being alone and she was looking forward to just burning the stresses that toiled her from the hard work that she had been putting herself through. So, she figured that going to some clubs on Nar Shaddaa would be an excellent break away since the moon was the ideal place to have reckless club fun. Seedy enough to keep her interests while also still being a living and breathing cityscape to have functional nightclubs that were not going to be playing outdated music.

The beat of a club was important and Eira knew that some places would have music far too old for her enjoyment. It needed to be fresh, exciting and new for Eira to enjoy the music. Anything she heard before would end up boring the assassin.

Exiting the apartment that she rented for her short stay, Eira was dressed in an outfit she thought would be fun and cute for a night out clubbing, something that showed that she was having her hair let down. Not the stiff assassin that she could be at other times and not the feral animal that she was building a reputation for being. This was Eira who wasn't a Sith right now. A mask that wore like so many other masks she wears when doing things.

"Hmmm..." Something niggled at the Sith. It wasn't danger, nor was it a presence that she needed to be cautious around. It was familiar but new. Different but tugged at her mind as being something, someone, she should remember. It was strange and even in the busy, crowded moon of Nar Shaddaa, Eira couldn't help but figure that she needed to head towards wherever the pull of the Force was determined to lead her. Even if it was taking her away from the clubbing dreams that Eira had planned out for the evening.

Finding her way through the crowds and the streets of Nar Shaddaa, Eira stood in front of a white haired woman. An Echani. A woman that Eira knew. A face that even though others might assume looked like any other Echani, Eira could see the differences. She could feel the difference. The assassin tilted her head and studied the Echani.

"Seems you have changed Alana. Shall we catch up?" Eira called out, her voice just as playful and teasing as it had been the last time they met.