Aver Brand
Mercicle
Casual day today. The whole gala business was now behind her, and Nadir was crawling with just a little less criminal elite.
She was glad to take to the streets again, scratched armor, no insignia – just another mercenary passing through. Her boots ground the scattered refuse into dust, step sure and long. Aver knew the shadowport like the back of her hand (once, then not for a long time, and now again). It was child’s play to find her way through the rushing currents of the crowd, each pulling their own way.
Took her to the docks every so often. There the throng thinned out a bit, crews filing out and back onboard their transports, and pirate ships, and gilded luxury yachts. If there ever was a place where the rich and poor mingled so easily, where you could step over a pile of trash, past a homeless man, and through the doors of a palace – it was here, on Point Nadir.
Her stride stilled, gauntleted fingers wrapping around the railing. It squealed a little as she leaned forward, eyes and HUD sliding over the countless levels below. People milled like ants deck over deck, eventually swallowed by the red smog. She glanced back up, gaze falling on a wide slaver barge docked two wharves over. Wait—
With an incredulous puff of breath, she zoomed in on the figure descending from the carrier after cages and chains and shuffling feet.
No karking way.
Canting her head with a grin, Aver moved to intercept a wayward [member="Darth Pyrrhus"].
She was glad to take to the streets again, scratched armor, no insignia – just another mercenary passing through. Her boots ground the scattered refuse into dust, step sure and long. Aver knew the shadowport like the back of her hand (once, then not for a long time, and now again). It was child’s play to find her way through the rushing currents of the crowd, each pulling their own way.
Took her to the docks every so often. There the throng thinned out a bit, crews filing out and back onboard their transports, and pirate ships, and gilded luxury yachts. If there ever was a place where the rich and poor mingled so easily, where you could step over a pile of trash, past a homeless man, and through the doors of a palace – it was here, on Point Nadir.
Her stride stilled, gauntleted fingers wrapping around the railing. It squealed a little as she leaned forward, eyes and HUD sliding over the countless levels below. People milled like ants deck over deck, eventually swallowed by the red smog. She glanced back up, gaze falling on a wide slaver barge docked two wharves over. Wait—
With an incredulous puff of breath, she zoomed in on the figure descending from the carrier after cages and chains and shuffling feet.
No karking way.
Canting her head with a grin, Aver moved to intercept a wayward [member="Darth Pyrrhus"].