Daughter of Fen
The credit chip rolled across the top of her fingers and back again as she stared unseeing into the chaos around her. The cozy little smuggler’s den was filled with the noise of gambling arguments, music and the occasional smash of a glass. A thick haze of smoke hung from the ceiling and it was filled with plenty of dark corners for private discussions. Mia was deaf and blind to it all, she just stared endlessly past the chip that rolled back and forth, across her knuckles. Her other hand was curled round a tumbler of dark liquid, that spread warmth throughout her with every sip, her boots rested on the corner of the table.
She enjoyed these moments of solitude amidst the chaos. Solitude on a ship with no one but a droid to keep you company was hardly appealing. She had considered recruiting a co-pilot but she had become too suspicious for that, so it was either solitude on a ship, or solitude in a bar with a heart-warming drink.
Something jolted her back from her daydream and she looked up in time to see a glass hurtling towards her face. She ducked in the nick of time closing her eyes in annoyance as she was showered with its fragments and whatever liquid it had contained. She slowly, removed her boots from the table and sat upright and opened her eyes. The man who had thrown the glass had obviously not intended it for her as he was in the middle of the latest brawl. She would have jumped intot he middle of it had it not been for the bartender’s well timed and clearly purposeful arrival at her table with a towel a fresh drink.
“Not tonight Monroe. I only finished repairs on the last fight you got involved in. Let it go this time, eh?”
Snatching the towel from his hand she dried herself before handing it back to him. “I’ll let this one go just for you Reaver. But only this one and more comes my way….”
Reaver raised a hand in defence “Okay, Okay. Fine whatever, you wanna fight you pay the bill.” Muttering under his breath he walked away leaving her to nurse her new drink and watch the brawl unfold.
She enjoyed these moments of solitude amidst the chaos. Solitude on a ship with no one but a droid to keep you company was hardly appealing. She had considered recruiting a co-pilot but she had become too suspicious for that, so it was either solitude on a ship, or solitude in a bar with a heart-warming drink.
Something jolted her back from her daydream and she looked up in time to see a glass hurtling towards her face. She ducked in the nick of time closing her eyes in annoyance as she was showered with its fragments and whatever liquid it had contained. She slowly, removed her boots from the table and sat upright and opened her eyes. The man who had thrown the glass had obviously not intended it for her as he was in the middle of the latest brawl. She would have jumped intot he middle of it had it not been for the bartender’s well timed and clearly purposeful arrival at her table with a towel a fresh drink.
“Not tonight Monroe. I only finished repairs on the last fight you got involved in. Let it go this time, eh?”
Snatching the towel from his hand she dried herself before handing it back to him. “I’ll let this one go just for you Reaver. But only this one and more comes my way….”
Reaver raised a hand in defence “Okay, Okay. Fine whatever, you wanna fight you pay the bill.” Muttering under his breath he walked away leaving her to nurse her new drink and watch the brawl unfold.