Amnell de Portiers
The Girl With An Expiration Date
[member="Anja Aj'Rou"]
Amnell turned making sure the droid was following behind her. "Hurry up Nine." Spoken to the little R9 unit behind her. At this point her work was done, she'd finished up working on a protocol droid and returned him to his wealthy owner and received a fine paycheck for it.
With her bones aching, the Quannot's Syndrome ravaging her body, she just wanted a night to herself. A nice quiet drink. Simple enough, right? Just a drink to help ease the ache. Her medications weren't quite keeping the pain in check these days and the young woman simply needed some help.
Finally she came to the cantina, Black Tooth and stepped inside. From there, she only checked once as Nine whistled his annoyance as to her choice in establishments for the evening.
"This is not good for you." He beeped as she headed for the counter.
"Don't care. Tonight, I just want to relax for a change. So let me have one night, okay? I work hard enough on you and other droids ... Sometimes I just need a break too. After all you can power down... consider this my powering down."
More whistled annoyance followed.
"Corellian Whiskey, please." She asked of the barkeep as she traded her coin for the glass.
"Bottoms up." She said to a man beside her before downing the amber liquid, and waved the barkeep for another. Her thoughts soon drifted to what a young Jedi had told her about training. She'd been told no. That she was too ill for such training ... but she so desperately wanted that. Maybe someday...
Amnell turned making sure the droid was following behind her. "Hurry up Nine." Spoken to the little R9 unit behind her. At this point her work was done, she'd finished up working on a protocol droid and returned him to his wealthy owner and received a fine paycheck for it.
With her bones aching, the Quannot's Syndrome ravaging her body, she just wanted a night to herself. A nice quiet drink. Simple enough, right? Just a drink to help ease the ache. Her medications weren't quite keeping the pain in check these days and the young woman simply needed some help.
Finally she came to the cantina, Black Tooth and stepped inside. From there, she only checked once as Nine whistled his annoyance as to her choice in establishments for the evening.
"This is not good for you." He beeped as she headed for the counter.
"Don't care. Tonight, I just want to relax for a change. So let me have one night, okay? I work hard enough on you and other droids ... Sometimes I just need a break too. After all you can power down... consider this my powering down."
More whistled annoyance followed.
"Corellian Whiskey, please." She asked of the barkeep as she traded her coin for the glass.
"Bottoms up." She said to a man beside her before downing the amber liquid, and waved the barkeep for another. Her thoughts soon drifted to what a young Jedi had told her about training. She'd been told no. That she was too ill for such training ... but she so desperately wanted that. Maybe someday...