Fabula had been to Coruscant many times in the past, always briefly, because there really didn't seem to be much for her on such a planet. Speeders and skyscrapers and politics and galactic econimcs and night clubs and...everything that everyone else in the entire galaxy would find interesting. Fabs didn't. The entire world felt dead, or at least painfully muted. She had no reason to be on it for any longer than it took to refuel, meet whoever she was meeting, and leave.
At least, until she heard of the undercity. At which point she promptly excused herself and jumped off the side of a skyscraper to check it out.
The undercity, she had been told, was a dangerous place. Surprisingly dangerous, by galactic standards. The lack of light caused horrible mutations in long-term inhabitants, there were heartless and unpredictable machines of dangerous construction that kept the entire world functioning, and beasts the likes of which man was not meant to see. Gangs of ruffians and scavengers used whatever weapons they could find to ambush anyone who looked like the could provide food, either by money or their own flesh. Pitfalls and jagged corners and jury-rigged equipment that might blow at any time...to Fabula, it sounded like a paradise. Some sort of promised land.
As the wind ripped past her ears while Fabula hurtled to the surface of the planet at terminal velocity, she spared only a moment to dream of what kind of wonders she would find in a world that had never known the light of a sun, what kind of twisted yet beautiful machinescapes she would wander through in her adventures in the planet beneath the crowded city-world of Coruscant. She wondered what the Force would feel like in such a dangerous place.
Mostly, though, she was busy keeping herself from being pasted by flying cars and avoiding smashing into the sides of buildings and exterior catwalks. When the lights around her started to dim, when the air became thicker and stagnant, she decided it was time to slow her descent, and looked for a convenient thing to grab ahold of. Considering the only "convenient things" nearby were the catwalks and skyways she was avoiding to keep from smashing herself into, Fabula did have at least a moment of unease at the idea of splatting into the ground like a bug. At least, she did until she found a cable stretched out across the air close to where she was going.
A mix of excitement and raw, self-generated Force power boiled in her blood with the thought of what she was about to do, but not even that little bit of juice was enough to dull the pain of her arms dislocating as she grabbed the cable at re-entry velocity, swung around it twice, and started to slide down. She felt it strain, but fortunately it didn't snap (like her shoulder had), and by the time she reached the ground, whimpering in pain, she had slowed down to a casual swing.
Fabula hit the still-metal floor at a roll, then stood up and pressed her left hand to her own dislocated shoulder, then wrenched it back into socket. "Aaigh!" The world was dark, but that was enough pain to light her vision up with white spots. Still, it didn't last long. With both of her arms functioning again, she struck a Matukai meditation stance, pressing her hands tightly into prayer posture as she raised one knee. The whole thing served as a channel, properly focusing the presence of the Force in her own body in the exact direction she wanted it. Her shoulder healed and the pain faded within moments.
Then, like she had just made a minor walk to work, Fabula wandered off with a muted little smile on her lips and a bounce in her step.
@[member="Jared Ovmar"]
