The Blood Hound
Geonosis. The planet where Scherezade was most commonly found on when she was not busy doing missions for the Knights Obsidian or the Ministry of Secrets. More than anything, it was a habit at this point. A point to which to return to, where everything was known and was more on the safe side of things. Something that was… Stable, in a life that had so little of it no matter which angle you looked at it from.
It was something new. Prior to her sort of death, Scherezade had spent some time on the planet as her cheapest parking spot, but she hadn't actually known the planet beyond the dock yard and the Citadel. Things were different now. She had walked the streets of Golbah City so frequently and so often that she essentially knew it by heart at this point, knew the beat of the city, its pulse, where to find the best deals and where the poorest people were. She knew the different sectors by heart, and knew that the heart of the city lay not within them but in the sprawling neighborhoods just outside of them.
Against all odds and despite her hatred for the arid climate of the planet and city, Scherezade had come to love it in the weeks that had passed since her return from the space between dimensions.
And one spot – one spot was her favorite one, above all. She had stumbled onto it entirely by accident, its view hidden behind the dockyard of the Citadel. There was a small slummy neighborhood there, made up mostly of low-level organic workers and cleaners. Fences to separate it from the dockyard and citadel had been constructed, though for what reason, Scherezade was not certain, since the dockyard was large enough to put a whole lot of distance between the neighborhood and the dockyard.
But just behind there, in one special spot, was the abandoned playground. It had its own fence, which was grown over with pale yellow growth that she did not recognize, and she'd never seen a child there, never seen a couple of teenagers trying to hide from their parents. It was, effectively, a ghost playground.
Once she realized that it was as such indeed, she masterfully planted her Vita Stones around it, wanting to keep it safe, wanting to keep it… Sane.
And then it had become her playground. She could spent entire evenings and nights just sitting on the swings, letting them rock her gently back and forth. There was a unique sense of inner peace that she found while there. Not a complete one, but definitely a hue and a layer that she did not experience anywhere else.
And that was where she sat that evening, watching the sun set over the city's skyline as the swing took her back and forth in a lazy rhythm.
It was something new. Prior to her sort of death, Scherezade had spent some time on the planet as her cheapest parking spot, but she hadn't actually known the planet beyond the dock yard and the Citadel. Things were different now. She had walked the streets of Golbah City so frequently and so often that she essentially knew it by heart at this point, knew the beat of the city, its pulse, where to find the best deals and where the poorest people were. She knew the different sectors by heart, and knew that the heart of the city lay not within them but in the sprawling neighborhoods just outside of them.
Against all odds and despite her hatred for the arid climate of the planet and city, Scherezade had come to love it in the weeks that had passed since her return from the space between dimensions.
And one spot – one spot was her favorite one, above all. She had stumbled onto it entirely by accident, its view hidden behind the dockyard of the Citadel. There was a small slummy neighborhood there, made up mostly of low-level organic workers and cleaners. Fences to separate it from the dockyard and citadel had been constructed, though for what reason, Scherezade was not certain, since the dockyard was large enough to put a whole lot of distance between the neighborhood and the dockyard.
But just behind there, in one special spot, was the abandoned playground. It had its own fence, which was grown over with pale yellow growth that she did not recognize, and she'd never seen a child there, never seen a couple of teenagers trying to hide from their parents. It was, effectively, a ghost playground.
Once she realized that it was as such indeed, she masterfully planted her Vita Stones around it, wanting to keep it safe, wanting to keep it… Sane.
And then it had become her playground. She could spent entire evenings and nights just sitting on the swings, letting them rock her gently back and forth. There was a unique sense of inner peace that she found while there. Not a complete one, but definitely a hue and a layer that she did not experience anywhere else.
And that was where she sat that evening, watching the sun set over the city's skyline as the swing took her back and forth in a lazy rhythm.
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