Viraa
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Far far from home.
All Virra knew of the world that surrounded her was that it was not Dathomir. She missed the planet's song, its vicious creatures roaring on their wild hunts, the way the swamp boiled and bubbled under the blazing sun, and the hiss of red mist that wrapped around the floating rock like a deadly blanket. Not many in the galaxy spoke highly of Dathomir, nor its inhabitants, but to Viraa it was home and anything was better than where she had ended up.
Nal Hutta had proven itself to be a miserable place. A disgusting trash pit of chemical waste. Grey smog clouded the air and birthed many a cough from the entities within the Bilbousa spaceport. Virra remained cloaked, the less attention she drew the better and it was for that same reason she left her Rancor behind, chained at the Gate with all the other dangerous pets people couldn't take into a large city. "Things are so different here..." She mumbled, her eyes taking note of the men walking freely, unchained. Dathomir would never have dreamed of such a sight, the liberation of men... the idea made her laugh.
Her thoughts had dislocated her from reality, but a bump in the shoulder brought her back. "MOVE IT LADY!" The slimy worm of a creature grouched, squirming through the terminal. Virra had to stop herself from hexing him, casting a spell that would change his life, or better yet, end it! She cursed under her breath, pulling the red hood further over her eyes as she made her way from the terminal into the bustling city, which was just as desolate and grey as the spaceport.
"There's a Bazaar here somewhere, and surely that will have it..." She was a woman on a mission and she could not return to the home she missed so much until it was complete. The signs were in a language she didn't quite understand but she brushed it off as a language she didn't want to understand. From what she had seen this planet was filled with life, unintelligent life, but life nonetheless. It had truly soaked up its surroundings like a sponge, a junkyard filled with junk rats!
The Bilbousa Bazaar was a hotspot of sorts, not only for travelers and traders but for criminal activity as well. Anything could be considered treasure, and on an island where technology was so prized, they were always eager to get more. The building appeared to be tied together with wire, forged from scraps like everything else. A bell rang as she entered and she was pleasantly unsurprised to find the air within just as dirty as the air outside.
She was a rare sight in the city, and observers couldn't keep their eyes away.
There were many booths and vendors within the confines of the Bazaar of all different races, shapes, and sizes, but Viraa was looking for something specific. An artifact. An ancient artifact. Though she had come looking for treasure, it appeared she had become the treasure.
"What about that one boss? Bet she'd fetch a pretty penny!" The language was indiscernible to her, there was no way she could've known. The grunt elbowed his fat master, a gluttonous worm, a sack of fat, and the king of crime. It was a Hutt.
Jax Thio
All Virra knew of the world that surrounded her was that it was not Dathomir. She missed the planet's song, its vicious creatures roaring on their wild hunts, the way the swamp boiled and bubbled under the blazing sun, and the hiss of red mist that wrapped around the floating rock like a deadly blanket. Not many in the galaxy spoke highly of Dathomir, nor its inhabitants, but to Viraa it was home and anything was better than where she had ended up.
Nal Hutta had proven itself to be a miserable place. A disgusting trash pit of chemical waste. Grey smog clouded the air and birthed many a cough from the entities within the Bilbousa spaceport. Virra remained cloaked, the less attention she drew the better and it was for that same reason she left her Rancor behind, chained at the Gate with all the other dangerous pets people couldn't take into a large city. "Things are so different here..." She mumbled, her eyes taking note of the men walking freely, unchained. Dathomir would never have dreamed of such a sight, the liberation of men... the idea made her laugh.
Her thoughts had dislocated her from reality, but a bump in the shoulder brought her back. "MOVE IT LADY!" The slimy worm of a creature grouched, squirming through the terminal. Virra had to stop herself from hexing him, casting a spell that would change his life, or better yet, end it! She cursed under her breath, pulling the red hood further over her eyes as she made her way from the terminal into the bustling city, which was just as desolate and grey as the spaceport.
"There's a Bazaar here somewhere, and surely that will have it..." She was a woman on a mission and she could not return to the home she missed so much until it was complete. The signs were in a language she didn't quite understand but she brushed it off as a language she didn't want to understand. From what she had seen this planet was filled with life, unintelligent life, but life nonetheless. It had truly soaked up its surroundings like a sponge, a junkyard filled with junk rats!
The Bilbousa Bazaar was a hotspot of sorts, not only for travelers and traders but for criminal activity as well. Anything could be considered treasure, and on an island where technology was so prized, they were always eager to get more. The building appeared to be tied together with wire, forged from scraps like everything else. A bell rang as she entered and she was pleasantly unsurprised to find the air within just as dirty as the air outside.
She was a rare sight in the city, and observers couldn't keep their eyes away.
There were many booths and vendors within the confines of the Bazaar of all different races, shapes, and sizes, but Viraa was looking for something specific. An artifact. An ancient artifact. Though she had come looking for treasure, it appeared she had become the treasure.
"What about that one boss? Bet she'd fetch a pretty penny!" The language was indiscernible to her, there was no way she could've known. The grunt elbowed his fat master, a gluttonous worm, a sack of fat, and the king of crime. It was a Hutt.
Jax Thio