Rekha Kaarde
Ms. Sarcasm
Coruscant in the days following the Sith takeover.
Location: The Lucky Lady Cantina
A few days earlier thunder bolts and lightning very very frightening and all hell broke loose. She had been awakened from a deep sleep after working in the bar till closing. Her mind fuzzy and unsure two things she grabbed on instinct automatically her blaster, an old DL-44, and credit chit. Without thinking she had slid her feet into her faux ewok slippers that were in the place where her boots usually waited. She still had not found a pair of boots she could put on the last pair looked half melted from the heat of the fire. She was still wearing her clothes from three days ago, form fitted leggings with a belt covered by a loosely fitted red shirt. Her face was smudged with grime from scrounging around the bar for things she could use. She needed a refresher and a tooth brush. Yes she was a bit of a sight.
Rekha looked down towards where the Jedi Temple was just a week ago; a week ago none of what she was looking at was even conceived in the mind of anyone living here. She was nearly back to square one, alone and her home in a shambles. She could feel emotions churning inside her ones that she couldn't allow to escape and vocalize, least not right now. There was a time and place for everything, this time and this place called for calm and clear thinking.
Her jade green eyes looked from the floor to the ceiling of the bar that had also been her home, taking in the damage, all of the projectors which gave the place its unique image were destroyed, the glass blown out from repercussive wave, shards lay littered everywhere on the ground. FRAK she kept thinking to herself, growling slowly as she contemplated what her next move should be. She had already tried getting to The Midnight Star with no luck the occupation force was seeing to who could leave and who could not.
She had heard the Jedi were leaving en masse to escape the Sith, the Republic well now she did not know much about them they came in they drank they left not much on the social scene. She didn't care at least that’s what she told herself; she wanted their credits a lot more than their pretty words.
She exhaled hard, a hissing sound escaped past her pale pink lips, her long dark brown hair look a bit tussled, some might even think it sexy with that just had fun look to it. Her cheeks showed some of the pink coloring that often was referred to as a healthy glow under the grime. But her eyes, her eyes there was sadness there coupled with hints of desperation setting in. Putting her chin into her hands, sitting cross legged balancing her elbows on her knees she kept looking at the bar. Getting materials might be hard to rebuild right now. Unless....
Unless she made friends with the Sith. Oh but that had a lot of consequences, a lot of what ifs, and a definite challenge of survival on a daily basis. Should she try?
Did she really want to try? And would trying mean shaking her assets at the right one, or would trying get her in chains and sitting at the feet of someone who liked that old two piece dancing girl outfit. Rekha laughed at the thought.
There were occupation troops everywhere now, reigning in crowds, carting off what she could only imagine were Republic officials who couldn't find a place to hide, or someone to get them off. How insane would she look sitting there in the rubble that lay about and laughing?
It was then that a low rumbling sound could be heard she looked around quickly, had they heard it. She was hungry and her stomach was protesting the lack of food. Rekha knew there was food inside the bar her concern was contamination if she didn’t find something she could trust soon, she’d be too weak to continue moving around. Then she’d be easy pickings for everyone out there, the gangs that wandered and the patrolling Sith forces.
But there was the off chance that some else was looking to leave, or rescuing those who wanted to leave yep, there were a few possibilities. Should she make her way to Kelada, she was a citizen there. Or someplace else, start new with the credits she still had saved if she could get to them. She stiffened and sat up straight turning her head she heard the crunching of debris as footsteps made their way toward her location. Rekha scrambled to her feet, her blaster tucked into the small of her back muzzle down past her beltline. She reached back pulling it slowly from its hiding place.
She knew she wasn't quick enough to pull it on someone who already had theirs drawn, but she also knew having it leveled at someone could be a sure way to be dead quick. Course, if someone wanted to kill her on the spot they would and it would be lights out, she smiled, hoping if that was the way this played she at least made a good looking corpse in her slippers, least she had managed a manicure and pedicure a couple days ago.
So...which would it be her jade green eyes narrowed as she waited moving as quietly as she could back into the remnants of the bar tiptoeing carefully to where she could kneel down and watch to see who was walking out there. She felt her fight or flight beginning to build, she held her breath and leveled the blaster.
Location: The Lucky Lady Cantina
A few days earlier thunder bolts and lightning very very frightening and all hell broke loose. She had been awakened from a deep sleep after working in the bar till closing. Her mind fuzzy and unsure two things she grabbed on instinct automatically her blaster, an old DL-44, and credit chit. Without thinking she had slid her feet into her faux ewok slippers that were in the place where her boots usually waited. She still had not found a pair of boots she could put on the last pair looked half melted from the heat of the fire. She was still wearing her clothes from three days ago, form fitted leggings with a belt covered by a loosely fitted red shirt. Her face was smudged with grime from scrounging around the bar for things she could use. She needed a refresher and a tooth brush. Yes she was a bit of a sight.
Rekha looked down towards where the Jedi Temple was just a week ago; a week ago none of what she was looking at was even conceived in the mind of anyone living here. She was nearly back to square one, alone and her home in a shambles. She could feel emotions churning inside her ones that she couldn't allow to escape and vocalize, least not right now. There was a time and place for everything, this time and this place called for calm and clear thinking.
Her jade green eyes looked from the floor to the ceiling of the bar that had also been her home, taking in the damage, all of the projectors which gave the place its unique image were destroyed, the glass blown out from repercussive wave, shards lay littered everywhere on the ground. FRAK she kept thinking to herself, growling slowly as she contemplated what her next move should be. She had already tried getting to The Midnight Star with no luck the occupation force was seeing to who could leave and who could not.
She had heard the Jedi were leaving en masse to escape the Sith, the Republic well now she did not know much about them they came in they drank they left not much on the social scene. She didn't care at least that’s what she told herself; she wanted their credits a lot more than their pretty words.
She exhaled hard, a hissing sound escaped past her pale pink lips, her long dark brown hair look a bit tussled, some might even think it sexy with that just had fun look to it. Her cheeks showed some of the pink coloring that often was referred to as a healthy glow under the grime. But her eyes, her eyes there was sadness there coupled with hints of desperation setting in. Putting her chin into her hands, sitting cross legged balancing her elbows on her knees she kept looking at the bar. Getting materials might be hard to rebuild right now. Unless....
Unless she made friends with the Sith. Oh but that had a lot of consequences, a lot of what ifs, and a definite challenge of survival on a daily basis. Should she try?
Did she really want to try? And would trying mean shaking her assets at the right one, or would trying get her in chains and sitting at the feet of someone who liked that old two piece dancing girl outfit. Rekha laughed at the thought.
There were occupation troops everywhere now, reigning in crowds, carting off what she could only imagine were Republic officials who couldn't find a place to hide, or someone to get them off. How insane would she look sitting there in the rubble that lay about and laughing?
It was then that a low rumbling sound could be heard she looked around quickly, had they heard it. She was hungry and her stomach was protesting the lack of food. Rekha knew there was food inside the bar her concern was contamination if she didn’t find something she could trust soon, she’d be too weak to continue moving around. Then she’d be easy pickings for everyone out there, the gangs that wandered and the patrolling Sith forces.
But there was the off chance that some else was looking to leave, or rescuing those who wanted to leave yep, there were a few possibilities. Should she make her way to Kelada, she was a citizen there. Or someplace else, start new with the credits she still had saved if she could get to them. She stiffened and sat up straight turning her head she heard the crunching of debris as footsteps made their way toward her location. Rekha scrambled to her feet, her blaster tucked into the small of her back muzzle down past her beltline. She reached back pulling it slowly from its hiding place.
She knew she wasn't quick enough to pull it on someone who already had theirs drawn, but she also knew having it leveled at someone could be a sure way to be dead quick. Course, if someone wanted to kill her on the spot they would and it would be lights out, she smiled, hoping if that was the way this played she at least made a good looking corpse in her slippers, least she had managed a manicure and pedicure a couple days ago.
So...which would it be her jade green eyes narrowed as she waited moving as quietly as she could back into the remnants of the bar tiptoeing carefully to where she could kneel down and watch to see who was walking out there. She felt her fight or flight beginning to build, she held her breath and leveled the blaster.
