Amnell de Portiers
The Girl With An Expiration Date
Nar Shaddaa wasn't the usual place Amnell came to visit. After all it didn't exactly have the best of reputations. The reputation it held of being a haven for all sorts of scum and villainy was usually enough to keep her away. To send someone to run her errand in her place. But the infochant had requested her specifically. In some ways she could understand his desire to meet her face to face, given what she was offering for the information. But it also demonstrated Amnell's lack of street smarts. She should have known a little better, alas she'd have to learn the hard way.
Today, she was here looking for more information on her disease. The young woman believed that there still had to be some tiny piece of information out there that might show her the way to a true cure, not just simply treatment that prolonged her life and helped to ease her pain for a little while. Unfortunately such things were only temporary, just as the bottle of pain pills in her bag was. Band-aids for bullet wounds. Sure they helped a little, but it wasn't a true solution.
With Nar Shaddaa there was another small problem. It's streets were winding, and buildings tall and shabbily constructed with little markings to indicate where she was exactly. It made it even more difficult to notice the difference as she walked from a more respectable district and into one of ill-repute.
Her droid beside her whistled a warning to her, but the girl was quick to hush him.
"Your grave." He snapped back in binary.
"Oh hush, we're fine." She muttered to Nine, out of irritation more than anything else.
"If you say so, oh wise master."
Even in binary, Amnell couldn't miss the sarcasm and shot him a dirty look. "Bite me." She snapped, a little more annoyed at this point.
"Mmmhmm, that can be arranged you know." The droid replied. This time Amnell gave up in replying. She knew such arguments could go on forever with the smartass droid. And it was her own fault for not completely wiping his memory ages ago.
While they were having this conversation she hadn't noticed the shady folks that were hanging around the merchant stalls, and building entrances. Nor had she noticed that one had started to slowly follow her and her droid companion.
Today, she was here looking for more information on her disease. The young woman believed that there still had to be some tiny piece of information out there that might show her the way to a true cure, not just simply treatment that prolonged her life and helped to ease her pain for a little while. Unfortunately such things were only temporary, just as the bottle of pain pills in her bag was. Band-aids for bullet wounds. Sure they helped a little, but it wasn't a true solution.
With Nar Shaddaa there was another small problem. It's streets were winding, and buildings tall and shabbily constructed with little markings to indicate where she was exactly. It made it even more difficult to notice the difference as she walked from a more respectable district and into one of ill-repute.
Her droid beside her whistled a warning to her, but the girl was quick to hush him.
"Your grave." He snapped back in binary.
"Oh hush, we're fine." She muttered to Nine, out of irritation more than anything else.
"If you say so, oh wise master."
Even in binary, Amnell couldn't miss the sarcasm and shot him a dirty look. "Bite me." She snapped, a little more annoyed at this point.
"Mmmhmm, that can be arranged you know." The droid replied. This time Amnell gave up in replying. She knew such arguments could go on forever with the smartass droid. And it was her own fault for not completely wiping his memory ages ago.
While they were having this conversation she hadn't noticed the shady folks that were hanging around the merchant stalls, and building entrances. Nor had she noticed that one had started to slowly follow her and her droid companion.