Iris Harper
Lady of Death
Drinking down the last bit of whiskey in her bottle, Iris Harper let out a sigh. She sat silently in the corner of the bar. Coruscant had great bars, or at least in the lower levels of Coruscant. Examining the other patrons, she noticed they were all the same. Smugglers, bounty hunters, and criminals. She smiled. They were her people.
Waving the empty bottle, a astromech droid rolled over and took it. Rolling away she chuckled. Droids were slaves- the only kind that didn't talk back. She liked that; the feeling of being in control over a lower being. It returned with a full glass and bottle. She already went through a whole bottle, so the droid brought one for her to use on her own. Taking both she poured some whiskey into the tall glass until it was full. Putting the bottle down she drank some.
She grabbed her head. It was in pain, or rather her mind was. Trying to fix all the broken pieces wasn't easy. Especially when the only person that could possibly help was dead... at her hands no less. She didn't have much emotion anymore. No real feelings. Only fragments. Every now and then she would have sudden attacks of emotion. It made living hard. To be in the middle of a job and suddenly be hit with a wave of sadness wasn't easy.
Sighing again, she drank some more. Looking around the bar she nodded her head. "My people..." she whispered before drinking some more.
Waving the empty bottle, a astromech droid rolled over and took it. Rolling away she chuckled. Droids were slaves- the only kind that didn't talk back. She liked that; the feeling of being in control over a lower being. It returned with a full glass and bottle. She already went through a whole bottle, so the droid brought one for her to use on her own. Taking both she poured some whiskey into the tall glass until it was full. Putting the bottle down she drank some.
She grabbed her head. It was in pain, or rather her mind was. Trying to fix all the broken pieces wasn't easy. Especially when the only person that could possibly help was dead... at her hands no less. She didn't have much emotion anymore. No real feelings. Only fragments. Every now and then she would have sudden attacks of emotion. It made living hard. To be in the middle of a job and suddenly be hit with a wave of sadness wasn't easy.
Sighing again, she drank some more. Looking around the bar she nodded her head. "My people..." she whispered before drinking some more.
