Ara Zambrano
Sarathiel Ren
Well some nights, I wish that this all would end
'Cause I could use some friends for a change
And some nights, I'm scared you'll forget me again
Some nights, I always win, I always win
But I still wake up, I still see your ghost
Oh Lord, I'm still not sure what I stand for, oh
What do I stand for? Oh what do I stand for? Most nights, I don't know
Location: Coruscant Undercity
The wind whipped through the hollow alleys from building to building, somehow alive despite the tower skyscrapers far above. Down here the sound of speeders was muffled, a distant reminder of the luxurious life lived in the levels high above their own. Down here, it was more likely to catch a glimpse of a wanted criminal or crime lord as opposed to the senators and celebrities above.
Ara hugged her cloak closer, finding comfort in the rough threads of the woven fabric. The hood was pulled up high, hiding her features in shadow. She stood against the side of the building, eyeing the edge of the rooftop patio a mere 30 feet away. She'd chosen this location, above a bar she'd frequented, but away from the prying eyes of neighboring buildings. The small, three story establishment was nestled in a back corner, surrounded on two of three sides by taller buildings that went mostly unused, their windows blocked for the first few floors against break-ins and wandering eyes.
She waited for the representatives of the First Order, having been approached weeks ago by an independent agent hiding amongst Coruscant's street gangs. She'd been a fixture long enough to grab attention despite her attempts to extricate herself from her past youthful mistakes. But she was intrigued by their offer. Join the order and be one of an elite group of soldiers. She had very little other information, but it was enough to get her to agree to the meeting. Ara had been assured that there would be no more than two others meeting her. Gender, age, species, those were still to be determined.
Glancing at the door to her right that opened onto the patio, she stepped away from the wall, taking a few steps towards the short ledge that divided the patio from open edge. Halfway to the side, she could make out the sharp drop, the gap between buildings. Her pulse spiked, breathing sharpened, her hands shaked, as she clenched her fists and willed herself closer. It had been five years since she'd almost fallen from the edge of a building similar to this one, an experience that resulted in a paralyzing fear of heights. One more step, then another. Eight feet away and she could see the concrete below, the alley that was littered with trash and dead technology. She gulped and lost her nerve, a sheen of sweat blanketing her face.
Quickly she retreated back, slamming her back against the wall as if she could anchor herself there and never move. A quick swipe with the edge of her cloak removed the signs of her venture. She hoped the representatives the Order sent would attribute her faster than normal breathing and heart rate to her nervousness at the strange meeting and not so something as silly as fear. No, it wouldn't do at all.
And so she leaned back against the wall and waited.
[member="Isla Ashen"] | [member="Samka Derith"]
'Cause I could use some friends for a change
And some nights, I'm scared you'll forget me again
Some nights, I always win, I always win
But I still wake up, I still see your ghost
Oh Lord, I'm still not sure what I stand for, oh
What do I stand for? Oh what do I stand for? Most nights, I don't know
Location: Coruscant Undercity
The wind whipped through the hollow alleys from building to building, somehow alive despite the tower skyscrapers far above. Down here the sound of speeders was muffled, a distant reminder of the luxurious life lived in the levels high above their own. Down here, it was more likely to catch a glimpse of a wanted criminal or crime lord as opposed to the senators and celebrities above.
Ara hugged her cloak closer, finding comfort in the rough threads of the woven fabric. The hood was pulled up high, hiding her features in shadow. She stood against the side of the building, eyeing the edge of the rooftop patio a mere 30 feet away. She'd chosen this location, above a bar she'd frequented, but away from the prying eyes of neighboring buildings. The small, three story establishment was nestled in a back corner, surrounded on two of three sides by taller buildings that went mostly unused, their windows blocked for the first few floors against break-ins and wandering eyes.
She waited for the representatives of the First Order, having been approached weeks ago by an independent agent hiding amongst Coruscant's street gangs. She'd been a fixture long enough to grab attention despite her attempts to extricate herself from her past youthful mistakes. But she was intrigued by their offer. Join the order and be one of an elite group of soldiers. She had very little other information, but it was enough to get her to agree to the meeting. Ara had been assured that there would be no more than two others meeting her. Gender, age, species, those were still to be determined.
Glancing at the door to her right that opened onto the patio, she stepped away from the wall, taking a few steps towards the short ledge that divided the patio from open edge. Halfway to the side, she could make out the sharp drop, the gap between buildings. Her pulse spiked, breathing sharpened, her hands shaked, as she clenched her fists and willed herself closer. It had been five years since she'd almost fallen from the edge of a building similar to this one, an experience that resulted in a paralyzing fear of heights. One more step, then another. Eight feet away and she could see the concrete below, the alley that was littered with trash and dead technology. She gulped and lost her nerve, a sheen of sweat blanketing her face.
Quickly she retreated back, slamming her back against the wall as if she could anchor herself there and never move. A quick swipe with the edge of her cloak removed the signs of her venture. She hoped the representatives the Order sent would attribute her faster than normal breathing and heart rate to her nervousness at the strange meeting and not so something as silly as fear. No, it wouldn't do at all.
And so she leaned back against the wall and waited.
[member="Isla Ashen"] | [member="Samka Derith"]